#I jumped so hard I broke the headphone cord

[sophies-junkyard]

All this talk about the Saw franchise but I think the most influential scene in the Horror Genre was when the old woman on Poptropica Ghost Story Island said “are you looking for someone?” That shit was chilling.

[xxred-riotxx]

Limelight

Part Twelve: Give me a color.

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This chapter is all smut. Nothing else. There is nothing relevant to the story line. This is also the first smut I’ve ever wrote so it’s horrible, but oh whale. The following chapters will reference this chapter but will not go into detail. You can skip it if youre uncomfortable or underage (again my blog is 18+). I will plan on releasing part 13 early so if you’re not comfortable with reading smut, you still get a chapter. 

Warnings: 18+! smut. eating out. vouyerism?peeping tom? fingering. ass play. choking. rimming. this is honestly sex without penetration. Dom shinsou. bratty reader. sadism/masochism if you squint. daddy/sir.

Word count: 1441

Mustering up courage, Shinsou left the bathroom to shuffled down the hall to his room. His left hand grasped the fluffy white towel that hung dangerously low on his hips; meanwhile, his right hand moved up to the door, his knuckles gently broke the silence. “Princess? Are you in there?” Silence “Y/n? Hey. I’m uh- I’m coming in. I forgot my clothes…” his voice trailed off while slowly turning the brass door knob. “Kitten, are you sleep…- oh my god.” He stood there in amusement. He would have never guessed his celebrity crush would be dancing in HIS room, wearing nothing but HIS shirt. The cord from your ears to your hand told Shinsou you had headphones on. A few seconds had passed before you spun around, noticing the practically naked man staring at you. “Shit. Toshi! You scared the shit outta me!” Hand raised, swinging towards Shinsou’s chest. One hand still on his towel, his other hand swiftly latched behind your back, pushing your chest against his. “I’m sorry kitten.” Your eyes met Shinsou’s mysterious violet eyes. “I- uh- it's okay. Sorry for taking your shirt without asking…” Mumbling under your breath, your heart sped up. It wasn't’ until you felt water droplets trickle against your fingertips, you realized Shinsou was holding you against his wet, and naked, body. “Toshi. You wanna let go? And maybe go get dressed?” You chuckled. “Toshi, huh?” his usual gruff voice had a dark tone to it. “I’m sorry. I just thought it was cute and-” “I never said I didn’t like it, princess.” Shinsou grabbed the hem of the shirt and placed his hand on your lower back, toying with the thin lace of your panties. “I can’t believe I’ve got you in my arms.” Smooth fingertips traced down his chest, before finding their home on his hips. You tucked fingers into the top of his towel, knuckles nuzzled against his adonis belt. “Hitoshi, please kiss me already.” Without hesitation, Shinsou pressed his lips against yours. Wrapping both hands around your plush waist, his tongue pressed against your soft lips. You opened her mouth, allowing his tongue in. The cold metal ball swiped against your inner cheek, causing you to jump, arching your back against the wall. “Give me a color, babygirl. Let me know whenever you’re not comfortable.” Shinsou mumbled against you. His hands clutched the back of your plump thighs, hoisting you up. Legs locked around Shinsou’s waist. There was a  playful pinch on your ass, followed by a husky groan. “What did I say, baby?” Realization struck… Shinsou is a major dom, yet your bratty side was telling you to disobey. “Sorry sir. Green.” Placing you down on his bed, Shinsou gathered your hair in his hands, moving it above your head, while attaching his lips to your open neck. Sucking on the now tender spot, he ran his tongue over the flesh. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” His breath hitched, gentle hands were now ghosting over his hard-on under the towel. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I’m with you.” “Toshi, holy shit.” You huffed out. “What? Did I say something wrong?” Panic dripped from his mouth. “No. Fuck. You’re going to destroy me.” Wrapping your fist around Shinsou’s cock, you tugged at his length. At least a good 9 inches, if not more. A shaky moan drifted your attention. “Give me a color, daddy.” your teasing tone caused Shinsou’s dick to twitch under his restraining briefs. His strong hand gripped your throat, squeezing on the sides, your hand now removed from his cock and clasping onto his biceps. “I guess I’ve got a brat on my hands, huh?” Shinsou’s snarl caused your thighs to push together, making the slickness in between your legs increase. One hand tangled in your hair, and the other leaving her neck and settling on your clothed clit. “Toshi.” you whined. “Please.” Shinsou tugged your locks, a hiss slipping through your teeth. Rough fingers found their way under the elastic hem of your soaked underwear, lightly tracing your slit. Your hips thrusted upwards, craving Shinsou’s touch. “Hitoshi, please stop teasing me.” you barely squeaked out. “Ask me again properly, and I’ll THINK about giving you what you want.” His once normal pupils were now dilated and searched your face for any signs of discomfort or confusion. You wrapped your delicate arms around Shinsou’s neck before gazing deep into his lavender irises. “Please touch me, sir.” Shinsou plunged his fingers into your needy cunt, using the gathered slick as lubricant. Shaky little cries encouraged him to curl his fingers, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “You look so fucking gorgeous, princess. Being such a good girl for me. I bet you taste as sweet as you look.” and with that Shinsou removed his fingers, Your now empty hole leaking with wetness. Your hands coiled into your  hair. Shinsou placed two fingers in front of your face before swiftly taking them in his mouth, tongue swirling, collecting as much sweet nectar as he could. His pleased hum echoed in your ears. “Give me your color, kitten. Because once I taste you, I’m not sure I can stop myself.” The once soft, angelic appearance Shinsou gave was gone, and replaced with a dominating devil; You weren’t sure which you liked better. “...green.” you barely whimpered. “I’m about to make you feel so fucking good baby.” Now laying between your legs, he snatched you by the thighs, bruising your skin, and pulling you closer. Lazy wet kisses were peppered across the skin on your calves before he placed them behind his head. Your hungry whines added fuel to his fire. Licking his way from your knee to your puffy lips, he could feel your whole body shaking in anticipation. Shinsou growled out “Itadakimasu” before attacking your clit with his tongue. You traced your hands over your body before lifting up the fabric against your tummy, revealing your breasts, and toying with your pebbled nipples. “F-fuck T-toshi. I ugh.” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence. Shinsou unfastened one hand from your thigh, the other still squeezing and pulling your pussy as close as he could. Two cold fingers met your warm cunt, scissoring your slit open, allowing Shinsou to lick long swipes from asshole to your clit. The stubble on his cheeks and chin roughly scratched your skin, but the sheer bliss you felt distracted you. Shinsou’s hungry snarls could be heard all throughout the house. You felt the pads of Hitoshi’s fingers rub the tight rim of your ass. “I bet you’ve never been touched here have you, kitten? Do you want daddy to change that? Do you like your asshole being played with?” You screamed as Shinsou plunged his middle finger into your tight, untouched hole. “D-daddy!” “Awe. I’m sorry babygirl. Let daddy kiss it better.” Finger still in your ass, Shinsou licked the puckered ring around his digit. His cock leaking precum onto the sheets, the towel now long gone somewhere on the floor. You clenched, nearly forcing Hitoshi’s finger out of your hole. Desperate whines flowed from your mouth. The feeling of Shinsou’s wet tongue and his thick finger fucking you was nearly enough to make you cum. The babbling mess on his bed motivated him to speed up. “Mm gonna make you cum so hard. -Gonna make you scream my name.” The vibrations from his words rumbled against you hot pussy. Feeling your climax approach, your thighs clinched together against Shinsou’s face, weaving your fingers into his messy, sweat drenched hair. Your hips rutted upwards causing Hitoshi’s nose to bump your needy clit. “Nngh… Toshi… gonna. FUCK.” Your orgasm was so close. You could feel it, you could feel the need to pee. You could feel his fingers abuse your asshole.  The twisting feel in your lower abdomen distracted you from the sound of the door opening. “That’s right, princess, cum on my face.” Speeding up his movements, his tongue greedily lapped against your dripping cunt. “Ah- ah- AH. unnf. Daddy-y-y-y.” Your juices splashed all over Shinsou’s face,  He looked up at you, blissed out, cock red hot and craving attention. “Fuck Y/n.” He released both your thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was so hot.” A smug chuckle caught both yours and Shinsou’s attention. “Hell yeah it was!” The both of you quickly glanced at the door before fumbling for something to cover your nude bodies. Hitoshi grabbed the pillow laying next to your head and tossed it towards the door before yelling at his friend. 

“Kaminari, what the fuck”

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[kimjoongs]

—road trip with ateez

hongjoong

driver #1

gets stressed out easily so he relies on seonghwa for moral and emotional support

almost broke the steering wheel a couple times bc of how hard he was gripping it

he’s used the “if you guys don’t stop i will turn this car back around” line one too many times in a span of an hour

when hongjoong isn’t driving, he’s either sleeping or trying to drown out the other members by blasting music from his headphones

had to implement a “10 minute rule” at a rest stop bc last time yeosang took almost 30 minutes trying to decide what snacks to buy

threatened to leave anyone behind if they weren’t back in 10 minutes

wooyoung scoffed and said he was lying

he also cried when hongjoong actually did leave him behind luckily seonghwa convinced him to drive back

absolutely refuses to hand anyone the aux cord, especially mingi

yelled at san when he accidentally kicked hongjoong’s chair, causing him to hit his head on the steering wheel

this man is tired and just wants to get to the hotel asap

“it’s not about the destination it’s about the journey my ass, if i have to spend another minute in this van i will explode”

seonghwa

in charge of navigation and also driver #2

is pretty chill throughout the entire trip, he’s patient with the younger members but will pat hongjoong’s shoulder in solidarity

takes pictures of the scenery a lot

“seonghwa that’s just a pile of dirt”

“it’s pretty shh”

he’s the one who breaks up any arguments that happens during the trip

somehow someway he put mingi and wooyoung in time out for 20 minutes

yunho sits directly behind seonghwa and sometimes yunho will feed him a few chips

he has free reign over the aux bc he’s the only one who hongjoong can trust to not play anything weird

doesn’t nap often, but when he does he’s woken up by hongjoong frantically shaking him

“i hate to wake you up but can you please drive the rest of the way, i need to pass out before i lose my mind”

has trouble fitting his legs under the steering wheel bc this man is long

had to slam on the brakes once bc a deer ran across the road and he screamed

yunho

sits in the middle row with san and mingi aka chaos just waiting to happen

had to hold san back a couple times bc he want to fight mingi

his favorite game to play is i spy

“i spy with my little eye something that is small”

“...hongjoong..?”

“correct!”

“alright listen here you little shit–”

whenever the van stops at a stoplight, yunho always waves at the cars next to them or at the people walking down the street

he gets sad when no one waves back

saw a dog once and he was so excited the van almost tipped over

yunho drinks a lot of water so he always has to go to the bathroom

they were nowhere near a rest stop so he considered peeing in an empty bottle but seonghwa threatened to kick him out of he did

he held it in for the next hour and practically jumped out of the van before hongjoong could even put it in park

yeosang

he’s just straight up vibing

he has his earphones in and snacks to nibble on, he’s living his best life

stole one of san’s pillows and used it as a prop up to watch movies on his phone

he’s pretty quiet during most of the trip, but he gets just as heated when wooyoung pulls him in to play a game with the rest of the 99 liners

didn’t speak to wooyoung for a whole hr bc he lost against san and mingi so they had to buy them snacks at the next rest stop

he sits in between jongho and wooyoung in the back row, so sometimes he’ll grab their hands and just play with their fingers when he’s bored

is torn between jumping out the window or throwing wooyoung out of the van

he gets distracted really easily so he almost didn’t notice hongjoong pulling out of the rest stop until he heard seonghwa yelling at him to get in

falls asleep to the sound of jongho humming next to him

munches on a lot of snacks and is the sole reason why their snack supply is almost depleted by the time they get to the hotel

he was the one who gave yunho the idea to pee in the bottle

originally he was in charge of navigation but it was given to seonghwa bc yeosang accidentally led them to this old abandoned warehouse

san

he brought like 4 pillows and 3 blankets to cuddle with, hongjoong stole at least 1 of each

he’s pretty giddy during the entire trip, the only one who doesn’t take a nap

likes to make a bunch of little noises while snuggling into his pillows

never ever put him next to mingi ever again bc those two are a ticking time bomb

they’re always playing games and flicking the loser on the forehead

one time san flicked mingi so hard his head recoiled and hit the window, the entire van burst into laughter (even hongjoong cracked a tiny smile)

he asked if he could drive but was instantly shot down by all of the members

he wouldn’t stop pouting

when san’s not messing around, he’s either cuddling into mingi or yunho or maneuvering himself so that he was laying on both of them

he’s fed at every member in the car at least once, holding a chip up to their face until they ate it

his little yells or screams scares the shit out of seonghwa and hongjoong that they’ve both almost swerved off the road a few times

got his mouth taped shut bc of it

“i nwefdd to ooj thu wehwoom”

“...what?”

“i nwefdd to oof thu wehwoom”

“you need to use the restroom?”

“jongho how the fuck did you understand him–”

mingi

way way way too hyped

he’s practically squished against the window but is that going to put a damper on his mood? no

would occasionally push himself on top of san just to annoy him

always asks for the aux cord but no one hears him 

when he’s bored he just starts spouting nonsense so yeosang sometimes has to lean forward and cover his mouth

he almost got his mouth taped shut too

likes to wriggle in his seat and it makes the van move from side to side

when he was the first one back to the van at the rest stop, he just kept shifting the car back and forth and seonghwa almost had a heart attack when he saw the van shaking

breaks out into a rap at the most random times

has hit his head on the roof of the van one too many times he’s surprised he didn’t have a concussion

steals snacks from san when he isn’t looking

fogs up the window and doodles little hearts on it

“look it’s a heart!”

“looks like a lump of sh–”

“yeosang!”

wooyoung

ceo of “are we there yet” and “how much longer”

it’s a surprise he hasn’t been thrown out onto the road

screams so loudly when he loses a game

“you cheated!”

“no i didn’t you just suck!”

they were running out of tape at this point

always asking for something even tho he sits in the very back

“seonghwa can you hand me a bag of chips?”

“hongjoong can you turn the ac up it’s hot back here”

“seonghwa can you hand me a bottle of water”

“seonghwa i’m done with this can you hold it?”

gets sulky when yeosang chooses to sleep instead of playing with him

takes pictures of the other members sleeping

drew a mustache on san’s face when he took a nap and would not stop laughing about it for the rest of the trip

complains about his legs cramping up and yeosang kicked him in response

throws chips and gummies at seonghwa’s head for funsies

jongho

completely unbothered

honestly the epitome of well behaved child

hongjoong actually thanked him when they got to their hotel

however he wasn’t allowed the aux cord either because the minute he puts a ballad on, it’s over for all of them

so he just hums quietly to himself the whole time

will occasionally reach over and poke yeosang’s cheek

dude idk what else to say about jongho he’s just chilling

except for that one time he told hongjoong to stop the van only so he could jump out and take dozens of pictures of the sunset

but he looked really cute and excited w his little camera out so no one could really be upset with him

when he takes a nap he either falls asleep against the window or bent over yeosang’s lap

not a fan of sweet things so he’s always snacking on like...takis or beef jerky and downing a bunch of energy drinks everyone is lowkey worried about him

doesn’t have his license yet but was a strong candidate to be driver #2

[sortavibing]

what the haikyuu!! boys/girls favorite songs/bands are📼

hello! this is my first post so i hope im doing it right :P anyways enjoy!

karasuno💾

daichi: Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey. he’s such a typical dad holy shit so yeah he 100% listens to this i don’t know what else to say like- 🤠 yeah he probably sings it in his minivan (you cannot convince me that he doesn’t drive a minivan)

sugawara: WAP by Cardi B. yes we stan this bad bitch. he LOVES this song like he can do the dance and everything and he pulls it off like the baddie he is please someone animate this i NEED it anyways yeah he doesn’t really sing it but he 100% has done the dance in front of daichi.

asahi: Lullaby by Johannes Brahms. this baby hes such a slut for classical music and he always listens to it before a big game to calm his nerves. he pretends that he’s listening to something “tough” but everyone knows that he listens to classcial, they just pretend to not know.

nishinoya: Old Town Road by Lil Nas X. yeah, he hasn’t gotten out of the old town road phase and he unironically sings it and does a yeehaw dance. no one can stop him because everyone (except tanaka) is too embarrassed to be around him when he sings and dances, so he thinks it’s ok (honey, no), also, tanaka sometimes joins in and it’s painful to hear and see.

tanaka: GOOBA by 6xi9ine. he thinks it’s “badass” and tries to rap it whenever it comes on, and he fails horribly, but nishinoya always hypes him up saying that he did a good job, causing him to start singing again please save karasuno from hinata, nishinoya, and tanaka’s singing

ennoshita: Cough Syrup by Young The Giant. though it may not seem like it, but this man has got music TASTE like- yes. anyways yeah this song is a vibe and he really likes it. he once tried to introduce good music to tanaka and nishinoya, but they said it was “boring” and “sappy” and he never wanted to beat them up more than he did then.

kageyama: he listens to like play by play volleyball games or podcasts that talk about improving your skills because he’s a hoe for that volleyball shit try and prove me wrong i dare you

hinata: Red by Taylor Swift. he has terrible music taste and he literally just listens to what’s popular and like what his sister listens to. he likes to sing outloud and his voice is worse than oikawa- like karasuno cannot handle hinata singing at all it’s literal earrape.

tsukishima: Fancy by Twice. tsukki is a hardcore kpop stan, and he 100% listens to twice religiously, like that's the majority of his playlist, and he refuses to play his music out loud, and everyone thinks he listens to like rock or some shit like that. only yams knows that tsukki listens to it and he was sworn to secrecy.

yamaguchi: Sports by Beach Bunny. he likes to hum it quietly to himself because he really likes the beat and the lyrics. tsukishima has this song saved on his playlist just for yams and he plays it whenever they share headphones.

kiyoko: Body by Megan Thee Stallion. i dont know what to say, she is just a baddie who loves the confidence boost she gets from listening to this song as she should kiyoko is amazing she even learned the tiktok dance to this song and she performed it to yaichi yaichi.exe has stopped working but she won’t show it to anyone else anyways shes just a baddie and we stan.

yachi: Green by Cavetown. yeah she really likes the calming peaceful vibes this song has and she likes to sing it quietly when she is in a public place, like a bus or a subway to calm herself down and she also plays it when she studies.

aoba johsai 📼

oikawa: Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA because it just raidates that “i’m hotter than you” energy (just like he does our twink king). he prob sings it in the locker room while everyone is changing and his singing bursts everyones eardrums omg the whole team hates oikawa’s singing so much

matsukawa: Toad sings WAP he’s such a memer like- yeah so he and makki probably obsess over these toad sings video because 1. they are funny as hell like it’s some god tier comedy and 2. they say oikawa sounds like that when he sings it’s true tho

hanamaki: Toad sings Sweet Home Alabama. he and mattsun have a running debate about which one is better, and they ask the opinions of literally everyone they meet about it. so far more people have chose maki’s favorite song and he’s a little smug about it.

iwaizumi: Ride by twenty one pilots. this is probably like one of his secret pleasures. most people think he listens to like rap or something like that, but he really likes this song. he hopes that oikawa will never find out about this, because he will never hear the end of the teasing, so he just listens to this song while he is by himself, or just without the team.

yahaba: Walking On A Dream by Empire Of The Sun. idk this just feels right, like i really have no explanation why i think this works it just does🤠

kindaichi: Wake Me Up bye Avicii. this man is borderline bad taste, but we will let it slide for now, so yeah again, he just gives me the avicii stan vibes, he probably thought he would like rap more, but one day he heard avicii playing on the radio and he was hooked. he still pretends to like rap because he has a “reputation”

kunimi: Advice by Cavetown. this man gives absolutley zero fucks about everyone’s opinions you bet your ass he listens to this song. he 100% puts headphones in to listen to this while someone is talking to him because he just doesn’t want to have a conversation with them. everyone hates when he does that, but again, he doesn’t give a shit.

kyotani: We Will Rock You by Queen. yeah this is probably his pump up jam and he always listens to it before a game to get hyped up. if anyone dares to talk to him while he has headphones in, he will not hesitate to bite their head off i know this for a fact.

nekoma💾

kuroo: Yarichin Bitch Club OP. ever since kenma introduced him to anime OPs, he’s been obsessed, and he loves the yarichin op becuase 1. it’s dirty and he thinks that’s funny and 2. it actually slaps like why does it go so hard i’m in awe- anyways yeah he always sings it in the most public places just to get attention bc he’s a whore for the spotlight like that 😌. he also sings it with bokuto whenever they are together bc we stan the dumbass duo.

yaku: Arms Tonite by Mother Mother. yeah he is kinda obsessed with mother mother but this is hands down his favorite song. lev once heard yaku listening to this song and made fun of it, and let’s just say lev got the ass whopping of his life, yaku takes no prisoners- anyways yeah he just vibes with it and it’s great.

yamamoto: Who Let The Dogs Out by Baha Men. the whole nekoma team HATES his music taste, and they never let him play any music becasue- it’s just so bad i’m sorry this man has no taste like have you seen his hair? (the slander is real :))

kenma: Hikaru Nara (Your Lie in April OP) kenma loves to listen to anime ops while gaming bc they are highkey all bops and he says they help him concentrate. he tried to get kuroo to listen to the songs with him, and kuroo started to like listening to anime OPs, so they usually listen to them together.

fukunaga: he listens to like john mulaney comedy shows becuse he’s a little dork like that and (timeskip spoiler) he becomes a comedian later on so it just fits 🤠

inuoka: Roar by Katy Perry. again, it’s just the vibes that i get from him, i can’t explain it, he just seems like a big dork who would like this shit. so yeah, he probably sings this song really loudly when it comes on and the whole nekoma team just has to tolerate him when he does it.

lev: Ra Ra Rasputin by Boney M. he probably started listening to this song as a joke because he’s Russian, and the songs about Russia, but he genuinely started enjoying it and whenever it comes on, he starts singing. his voice isn’t actually that bad but yaku still gets annoyed as hell when he does it and beats the shit out of him.

fukurodani 📼

bokuto: Mr. Brightside by The Killers. he gets really excited when this plays and always gets up to sing it really really loudly, and do a really energetic dance. akaashi calm your child please he’s not a good singer, but he’s not a terrible one either, so the team has just gotten used to it.

akaashi: This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory. eep akaashi the hopeless romantic we stan- anyways yeah he found this band in like his first year of high school and has been addicted ever since. he doesn’t really share his taste in music with others, but the one time he let bokuto listen to music with him, bokuto got way to excited and accidentally dropped akaashi’s phone and cracked it.

konoha: Spirits by The Strumbellas. idk i just feel like he would listen to this song. he would never play his music out loud though, because bokuto always takes the aux cord/ speaker before anyone gets the chance to.

shiratorizawa💾

ushijima: he doesn’t listen to music. like if tendou offers to play music with him, he’ll accept, but like he’s just confused why people like listening to music so much, so he will just listen with that face he always makes (😐) while tendo is jumping around, dancing, and going batshit crazy.

semi: All I Wanted by Paramore. he is flat out obsessed with this band and he learned how to play this song on his electric guitar and has went to a couple of their concerts. semi 100% makes fun of his teammates music taste as he should

tendou: Yoda CBT remix (i linked it if you want to listen), ok but seriously, i think money machine by 100 Gecs. tendo is so chaotic and i think his music taste reflects that. he cannot listen to music without dancing or singing, and he always plays his music on full volume (hearing? what’s that?) tendo never gets the aux cord, because the last time they gave it to him, the speakers almost broke.

goshiki: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor. this little dork omg i really don’t have an explanation for this, it just fits and i take no criticism on this because y’all know it’s true.

shirabu: Cigarette Ahegao by Penelope Scott. semi introduced him to this song and he pretened he didn’t like it but he’s secretly obsessed. i think he generally doesn’t like music but this song- this song is such a vibe that he has to like it. (anyways yeah go listen to this song its so good)

inarizaki 📼

kita: Animal by Neon Trees. he isn’t really open about listening to music, he only listens to his songs when he is alone and when he has earbuds in, and if someone walks up to him to talk, he takes his earphones out (we stan a respectful boy). so yeah, he isn’t a big fan of music, but he still likes to listen from time to time.

aran: You Know It by Colony House. he will never listen to music in front of anyone because whenever he hears this song, he has to sing, and he doesn’t like singing in front of people (the miya twins are annoying he can’t do anything in front of them🙄), but yeah, this songs really good we stan this man’s music taste.

atsumu: Girls in the Hood by Megan Thee Stallion. this man LOVES this song like- he is obsessed. if you ask him something, he will literally reply with “can’t talk right now, doing hot girl shit” and he just walks away and ur just like- what the fuck bro. anyways yeah he thinks he’s a bad bitch but he really is just a dork.

suna: 505 by The Arctic Monkeys. yeah, the basic choice would probably be “why’d you only call me when you’re high”, but i feel like he would like this song better because it starts off kinda vibey, and then it goes into this great guitar bit, and just- the v i b e s so yeah i think he really likes this shit.

osamu: cooking podcasts. like he literally doesn’t listen to music, just shit about cooking. atsumu makes fun of him for it and he is just like “bitch shut up and go do ur hot girl shit 😐” and just walks away and keeps on listening to his cooking shit. (we stan this petty bitch)

others💾

saeko: E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! by CORPSE and Savage Ga$p. this is self explanatory, she just is a bad bitch and this is what bad bitches listen to 😌 she def has played this song while getting it on with someone.

terushima: Bust It Open by Lil’ Wil. we all know terushima listens to these thirst trap songs and tries to do the tik tok dances that are associated with them. he probably posts videos to these songs on tik tok and they get a good amount of likes (cough cough he has a following of many thirsty girls).

sakusa: 24 hours of nothing yeah he doesn’t listen to music he just puts this on with headphones so people won’t bother him. he finds the silence relaxing and hates it when people interrupt him (cough cough atsumu)

btw: for some of the songs that aren’t on basic streaming services, i linked the youtube video for them.

anyways, i hope you enjoyed my first post [eep finishing this made me really happy]! have a nice day!

bye for now🌊

[chroniclackofselfpreservation]

Creatures of the Night

Chapter 9 - to face the question and answer throughout an eternity 

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(TW: implied talk of suicide, memories of finding a suicide victim, graphic imagery, brief mention of animal abuse)

(The title for this chapter comes from "Conscience and Future Judgement" by Anonymous.)

Roman opened his door slowly, not feeling any better than he had when he'd returned this morning. He'd eaten far more ice cream than he'd care to admit, and barely spoken more than five words outside of his explanation to Logan. He'd been blasting Disney music through his headphones for the past two hours, but after repeating the playlist three times over, he'd grown sick of it and decided it was time to leave. He could hear Patton downstairs in the kitchen. A little farther down the hall Logan sat cross legged in front of Virgil's door, Roman's box of tools open at his side. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes. He held some screws between his lips, hands working through some sort of plastic packaging.

"What are you doing?" Roman whispered, his voice strangely soft. Why was his stomach knotting up? He wasn't sick, was he?

Logan looked up, eyebrows raised. "Hm? Oh, fixing Virgil's door," he said around the screws. "I broke it down earlier and bent the lock, so I went to the hardware store and got a new handle."

"You broke his door down?" Roman stepped out into the hall, running a hand along Virgil's door frame. Logan jerked his head inside, and Roman saw a bundle of blankets atop Virgil's bed. If it weren't for the purple-socked foot peeking out from underneath, he wouldn't have known Virgil was under there.

He lowered his voice. "Why?"

Logan's eyes grew hard as he unscrewed the old handle from the door. "I have been asked to keep such information confidential. From you and Patton."

Roman swallowed. A dark thought tickled the back of his mind. He hadn't actually... had he? He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Is he okay, at least?"

"Physically, yes," was all Logan said, which didn't help Roman's mood at all. He paused, lowering the screw driver. "You should go talk to Patton. He's been really worried about you."

Roman opened his mouth to say something more, but found no words on his tongue. Lowering his hands to his sides, he gave a weak nod and went down into the kitchen. He saw his last roommate standing at the sink with his back to him. Patton gazed out the window, forgetting the dirty plate held loose in his hands, not even touching the water streaming from the tap. Roman padded across the tile floor in his socks, a smile tugging at his lips. Patton was always off in some other world, it seemed.

"Patt," he said, touching him on the shoulder. Patton jumped, dropping the plate into the sink where it shattered.

"Oh! Oh no," he groaned, his hands flying up. His frustration melted in surprise as he met Roman's eye. "You're up."

"I am," he replied, hoping he didn't look as lousy as he felt. "Here," Roman said, gently moving between Patton and the sink, "let me help."

"You don't have to—"

"Nonsense. You shouldn't have to be cleaning up after the rest of us all the time," Roman said, moving the shattered porcelain into the trash with the skill of someone who was far too used to handling sharp objects. It was true, though he and the rest of them made special efforts to show Patton their gratitude, he did end up doing most of the chores around the house. Not because they were lazy, but because Patton got to them before anyone else could even lift a finger.

"I like to clean," Patton said, leaning back against the counter. "It's... therapeutic."

Roman placed a handful of newly washed silverware on the drying rack. "Are you doing okay, Padre?"

There was a pause.

"What do you mean?" Patton laughed. "I'm in tip top condition! They don't call me Helen of Joy for nothing, Roman."

He set down a plate. "Who's ever called you that?"

"I have! Now, let's talk about you, mister. I know you might not want to talk about it, but staying in your room all day can't be a good thing. I know! Let's go do something!" He pushed off the counter and raced across the tile, sliding a bit in his socks. "All four of us are home, and—"

"Patt, I don’t—Hey, Patton, wait, I don't think—"

"Oh, we could go walking down main street like we did back in highschool! Do you remember that old antique shop by the watchmaker’s? We used to spend hours in there, and Logan would—"

Roman grabbed him by the elbow and yanked him to a stop. "Patton, stop. We can't—I don't think everyone's quite up to something like that right now."

Patton's smile grew confused, "What are you talking about? I'm sure some fresh air would do you good after sitting inside all day, and I promise not to pry or anything."

Roman sighed, trying to be as kind as possible. "Have you been upstairs since you've been home?"

"...No? Is something wrong?" Patton's expression wilted and he glanced upstairs. Roman kept a hold on his arm.

Roman pressed his lips together and jerked his head toward the couch. Patton followed, becoming visibly worried at this point.

"I'm not sure what happened, exactly," he started carefully, glancing up at Patton, "but Logan had to break down Virgil's door while you were gone. Logan knows something about it, but he said that Virgil asked him to keep it a secret for now. Virgil's all right, though. He isn't hurt or anything. I saw him in his bed... so..." Roman trailed off. Patton didn't react. He just stared at Roman, as if his brain wasn't processing the words he'd heard. He didn't cry or whimper or even give that strong smile he always did when things got hard. He just sat there.

"Patt?" Roman asked, slightly worried at this point. Patton blinked, then got up and ran both hands down his face, letting out a weary exhale.

"I'm... going for a walk. I'll be back soon," he said, then left without another word.

                                                * * * * * * * * * *

Virgil slunk through the darkness, the night air ruffling his fur. It hadn’t been easy sneaking past Logan, who’d practically camped out in front of his door even after the new door knob was in place. Thankfully, he’d been able to escape without any complications.

He couldn’t see Roman, but he could smell him. His trail led straight to the forest in the same path he took every night. Virgil trotted along behind the houses, careful not to lose the scent in the dampness leftover from the rain earlier this evening. He may not be able to find Remus, or his button, or do much for Roman, but there was still—

Something shifted in the alley to his left, and Virgil bolted, knocking over a glass bottle and shattering it as he did. He didn’t stop running for two blocks, his chest heaving. Shaking the nerves out of his shoulders, he looked up.

A lone figure stood at the far end of the meadow, looking into the blackness of the woods.

                                                * * * * * * * * * *

Roman trudged through the muddy field, glad to be relieved of the weight of his guns and sword. Despite Dorian’s vow not to kill him, he’d still strapped his dagger underneath his shirt.

Roman stopped before the tree line. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t waiting for anything, and wasn’t too scared anymore. Honestly, it was more likely spite than anything else. He still wanted to prove to himself that he could resist the curse.

A dark-colored streak of apprehension shot through his mind, and he ran a finger over the amulet tied around his bicep. It had been a lie to say that he wasn’t scared anymore. No, now he just had other things to be afraid of: like dying to reverse the curse. He’d have to extract some of Dorian’s venom and drink it himself, as the deal they’d made restricted the demon from doing it directly. Dorian had assured him that he would remove the amulet himself after the deed was done, but the notion of letting a demon decide whether he woke up again or not left his stomach in knots. He’d wanted to ask Logan to come, but after what happened with Virgil, he didn’t want to worry him. Roman couldn’t imagine having to sit back and watch his friend die in front of him, even if there was a way to reverse it.

Something moved in the grass, and he turned. It was the cat.

“Hey, there, bud,” he said with a smile. He’d been trying to think of a name for it, but hadn’t been able to come up with anything that fit. The feline looked tired and a little disgruntled, mud coating it up to its belly.

“Come to see me off again? Well, don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere any time soon. I’ve got a plan,” Roman said, hoping that if he sounded as confident as he wished he was his fear would dissipate. Taking a breath, he waved a small goodbye to the cat, and stepped into the forest.

He hadn’t gone twenty steps when he turned and saw the cat trailing behind him.

“Go away,” Roman hissed, waving a hand at it. “It’s dangerous. You can’t follow me.”

If a cat could smirk, this one did. It blinked, long and slow, before huffing out of its nose and continuing forward, its tail dragging across his legs as it passed as if beckoning him forward. Roman put his hands on his hips and sighed.

“You aren’t going to listen to me, are you?”

The cat swished its tail high in the air. Roman laughed, and hiked after it. They walked in silence up the hill toward the cave, and though he was thankful for the company, he was worried. Worried about how he and Dorian had left things the night before. Worried about something happening to the cat.

He worried about a lot of things.

They were halfway to the cave when the cat stopped in its tracks. Its ears swiveled sideways and its tail dropped, moving back and forth methodically as if it were thinking.

“What are you doing?”

The feline looked up at him intently, and chills ricocheted down Roman’s spinal cord and he almost felt dizzy. He put a hand to his head. What’s happening to me?

The cat seemed to roll its eyes, then started into the trees, running parallel with the mountain and steadily away from the cave. Figuring he was more curious about following his new friend than he was afraid of making Dorian wait a bit, Roman followed.

They were headed to the clearing where Roman had first seen Dorian’s human form. Where he’d gone with every intention of not returning. Still, he was interested to see what the cat had in store for him. Now that he didn’t have to worry about a giant demon snake hunting him down every night, he could let himself wander without fear.

Or, at least, without as much of it.

The cat stopped dead at the edge of the meadow, staring. It’s ears flattened against the back of its head and it crouched halfway to the ground. Roman stepped forward cautiously, peering through the trees.

Dorian sat, in his enormous, serpentine form, in the middle of the clearing. His head sat on top of his coiled body, gently angled up at the night sky. Roman glanced up. The stars were breathtaking tonight. The cloudy streak of a galaxy striped the darkness, painting it with blues and deep violets. The entirety of the universe reflected in the enormous, slitted eyes gazing up into it.

The demon’s tongue flicked through the air, and his heavy plated body shifted.

“I can smell you, little prince.” His stare did not shift from the sky.

“I wasn’t exactly trying to hide,” Roman said, stepping into the starlight. The cat followed so closely its shoulder brushed his calf. “Why are you here? I was going to go to the cave.”

“I despise human form,” he growled, “That cave was small, and meant to facilitate our needs. The deal is done. There is no more need.” Dorian’s tongue wagged through the air, more slowly this time.

“What’s this?” he said, finally turning to look. “You’ve brought a friend. How quaint. Finally coming into our powers, are we?”

“What are you talking about? It’s just a cat,” Roman said, hoping Dorian wasn’t in the mood for a midnight snack.

He unraveled, stretching his body out to its full length. It nearly halved the entire meadow.

“If that’s just a cat, then I’m a garden snake,” he chuckled. “Surely, you’ve sensed it. You may not know of your powers, but you can’t be that dense.”

Roman looked down at the cat. It hadn’t fled, but rather moved between Roman and the giant snake. He recalled the strange feelings he got around the animal. Sure, it was odd, but he was nowhere near understanding it, let alone explaining it.

Dorian slithered forward, his body leaving divots in the grass wider than Roman’s arm was long. The cat trembled, but stood its ground.

“You truly have no idea what it is that stands before you?”

“Would I have a reason to lie to you?”

As exasperated as a giant serpent could appear, Dorian closed the distance between himself and the feline, the point of his nose coming only inches away from it. The cat hissed and arched its back. The sound grated inside Roman’s head and he felt sick.

“Perhaps this will help.” With a sound like enormous billows opening and closing, Dorian breathed through his nostrils over the cat. The creature yowled in protest as it was yanked into the air by some invisible force. Roman was blinded by a flash of golden light, and heard a loud thump as something far larger than a cat hit the ground.

Roman blinked the spots from his eyes, and his heart stopped.

“Roman, listen, I can explain. This is all one big misunderstanding, okay? Say something. Oh, please, just say something,” Virgil blathered, rising to his knees.

“What is going on?” Roman breathed, shaking his head. “Is this… are you doing this?” he demanded, turning on Dorian. “Is this your idea of a sick joke?”

“I had no idea you knew the familiar in its human form. That does complicate things, doesn’t it?” he said, thoroughly enjoying himself. “This is the most interesting thing to happen since you offered to make that deal.”

Virgil paled. “You haven’t made one yet, have you?”

Roman touched his forearm where the strange magical threads had sunk into his skin. “Yeah… but are you going to explain to me how you were just a cat? I’m so confused. What’s a familiar? Is this why you leave every summer? I… who are you?”

Virgil looked like Roman had slapped him. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Dorian rose up and Virgil donned a look of terror, gripping Roman’s shoulder and pulling him back. “We need to run.”

“And not just any familiar!” Dorian cackled. “I’d recognize those cowardly eyes anywhere. How is Ursula, these days? Enjoying my imprisonment?”

Virgil looked as if he were going to be sick, his grip almost painful and his hand trembling with fear. “Stop it.”

“Virgil, what is he talking about?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing. Roman, come on—”

Dorian made an exploratory strike at them both. Roman, who had partly expected it after spending so much time fighting the thing, was ready to jump back and pulled Virgil along with him. His friend’s legs were leaden and slow to react. He stumbled back into Roman.

Dorian laughed some more. “Oh, I wouldn’t say it’s nothing, Virgil. You were instrumental in giving the little prince his curse, were you not?”

“Stop it!”

Roman felt a knot form in his stomach. “Is that true, Virgil?”

Virgil looked up at him miserably. “It’s more complicated than that, Roman. There’s no time, we need to go—”

“So, you knew? This whole time?! And—and what, you helped Ursula give me the curse? It doesn’t make any sense, I left you in the truck when it happened. You weren’t anywhere near it.”

“Roman, I know you have a lot of questions, and I’ll answer them all later, but that thing has no intention of helping you! Now, we need to—”

“I’ve grown so bored since our deal,” Dorian interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes fixed on Virgil. His forked tongue tasted the air. “I haven’t had something new to chase in ages…”

“Roman,” Virgil hissed. “Roman, we gotta go.”

He held his hands out between them. “Hey, no need for that, Dorian. Come on, we were making some real progress, right?”

The demon ignored him, continuing forward.

Roman glanced at Virgil, careful not to take his eyes off Dorian for more than a few moments. “Virge, listen to me. Stay close to me. I’ve dealt with him for over a year, I can keep you safe.”

Virgil’s chest rattled with fear, and his hand left Roman’s shoulder. He stared at Dorian, eyes wide. Roman doubted he could even hear him anymore.

“Dorian. Stop it. He has no part in this,” Roman said, changing tactics. A well of helplessness sprung up within him. He was losing his hold on both of them.

“I have an idea for a new game, little prince,” he hissed, his body tensing, ready to spring forward. “I hunt the traitorous familiar, and you try to stop me. Ready?”

“Virgil! Run!”

“Roman, I’m not—”

“Go!”

Quick as a whip, Dorian struck around Roman. Virgil disappeared, and the demon crashed into a tree.

A black cat streaked through the grass and into the forest at top speed, ears flat against its head. Dorian laughed wildly and began his pursuit.

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The alleys here in Wakeby weren't really what Patton would consider an alley. They were clean, if not a little dusty, with the muted smell of trash well-kept in the dumpsters lining the quaint little buildings. The most he'd seen all night was a black cat streaking down the street, perfectly healthy and unharmed. It was quiet. He could hear the crickets from the forest not to far away.

Nothing like what Patton was used to; the puddles of water mixed with what he told himself was mud, the discarded needles, the sounds of teenagers tying cats' tails in knots or setting them on fire.

Memories he hadn't thought about since he'd been adopted. Since he'd donned this happy, ever-joyful persona for the sake of his saint of an adoptive mother who deserved better than the street kid she'd roped herself into caring for.

He remembered. His friend. The rusted tub.

Pink water.

Sirens.

Shaking hands and social workers...

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“Aren’t they a little old to be adopted?” If you're still takin these prompts, with anyone? :>

Pairing: Logince!

Virgil watched the others kids run around the playroom, the little ones screeching their heads off and being the main reason Virgil was wearing his headphones, and the older ones playing quietly by the blocks, reading books, or doing arts and crafts with one of the orphanage staff. The youngest of the kids in the orphanage were in another room having nap time while everyone else was waiting for groups of potential parents to come to visit with kids. The youngest kid in the playroom was a little girl who was 4 years old.

Virgil was the oldest at 16.

He, of course, knew that he was only at this little thing because the orphanage workers wanted all the kids in the same space. No one adopted teenagers. Even the workers knew it. Virgil had heard one of them whisper a few weeks ago, “Aren’t they a little old to be adopted?” There was no hope for him anymore.

He winced and adjusted his headphones when the first set of parents walked through the door, setting off a group of toddlers who waved at them excitedly. He sighed and shifted so his back was facing the door and fished out his phone from his hoodie pocket. This was going to be a long day.

Music blasted through his headphones and he closed his eyes. Virgil slouched down in the plushy armchair he was and leaned against the back, pulling his legs up to his chest. He was completely and totally prepared to ignore everything happening around him until he could escape back to his room for the rest of the day.

That is until someone poked him in the shoulder and he jumped so hard that he ended up half in the chair and half out.

He stared up at who had poked him, expecting one of the younger kids needing something, but instead saw a familiar man standing over him in his regular polo shirt and dark blue tie.

Virgil quickly pulled down his headphones and let them rest on his collar bone. “Um, hi, Mr. Logan.”

Logan Prince looked down at him in concern. “Hello, Virgil. I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?”

Virgil nodded and pushed himself back up in the chair, curling up into a ball. “I’m fine. You just, uh, yeah. But I’m fine.”

Logan Prince and his Husband Roman had been coming to the orphanage for around two months now. At first, they had been just like the other parents, going straight to the younger kids and trying to make a connection with one of them. But, that all changed when Roman had caught sight of Virgil’s phone and saw him listening to A Whole New World and engaged him into a conversation about his favourite Disney movie.

It turned out, Roman Prince was almost, almost, as passionate about Disney movies as Virgil was.

Logan had found them in the middle of an intense argument about whether or not Disney movies had dark messages to them. Apparently, according to Roman anyway, Logan had been impressed by Virgil’s arguments and the logic he had used. So they kept going to see him every time they came to visit.

It didn’t mean anything, of course. Logan had shown him a picture of their son, a peppy twelve-year-old by the name of Patton, and Virgil just knew that they wanted another one just like him. They didn’t want the moody sixteen-year-old who no one wanted to be a part of their family.

Virgil was pulled back to the present when Logan nodded and pulled another armchair close and sat down elegantly in it. “Good, I’m glad. How are you today, Virgil?”

Virgil shrugged and played with the cord of his headphones. “Okay, I guess. Um, I wrote another poem today and I tried to do what you showed me last time.”

That earned him a small but proud smile. “Excellent work. I have no doubt that the poem is just as good, if not better, than your earlier work. You have improved a lot since you first started.”

Virgil ducked his head and tried to hide his burning red cheeks. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“Virgil!”

Virgil looked up just in time to see Roman plop down beside Logan, wrapping his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “Hello, my Dark and Stormy Knight! How are you on this fine day?!”

He giggled a little at Logan disgruntled face and covered his mouth with his sweater paw. “I’m okay.”

Roman winked at him but then got a serious expression on his face, quickly being mirrored by Logan. Oh no. This was bad, they probably had bad news. They probably had chosen a kid now and were just coming to tell him that they weren’t going to talk to him anymore.

He shrunk down in his chair and looked at them anxiously. “Is everything okay?”

Logan’s serious expression immediately turned into a soothing smile. “Yes, of course. In fact, the two of us were wondering if we could ask you a question.”

Virgil slowly nodded and tightened his grip on his arms. “Um, sure. What is it?”

Roman grabbed Logan’s hand in his own and squeezed it. The two looked at each other before Roman asked nervously, “How would you feel about the two of use adopting you?”

Virgil stared at him in confusion, sure that his brain had melted and he was hearing wrong. “I, what?”

Logan tightened his grip on Roman’s hand. “We were hoping that you would be open to becoming a part of our family. In the time we’ve known you, we have really become fond of you and would love for you to be our son. Patton has heard plenty about you and would love to have an older brother. Of course,” he halted but kept going, “we understand if you rather not. But we both believe that we’d be excellent parents to you.”

Virgil blinked and looked around. Was he being pranked? He looked back at them and rubbed at his eyes. “You’re serious?”

Roman nodded solemnly. “Very, my knight.”

“But,” Virgil straightened up in his seat and gestured around the room wildly, “you got all these little kids to choose from! I’m sixteen, I’ll be going off to school in two years!”

Logan tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Yes, we’re both aware, Virgil. I fail to see how you going off to school would affect this. And, as for the other children, I wish them all of the best but myself and Roman want you to be our son.”

Virgil swallowed and blinked back tears. “But, I’m a teenager. Teenagers don’t get adopted.”

“Ah, I see now,” Logan murmured, leaning forward to place a hand on Virgil’s shoulders. “Virgil, little one, I am so sorry that you have had bad luck with parents up until this point. But, I assure you, we want to adopt you very much. Would you like that?”

It was just too much. A sob broke out and Virgil curled up into a ball, leaning forward and being caught into Roman’s arms. Logan wrapped his arms around them both and Roman hummed what Virgil thought had to be a lullaby under his breath.

Virgil nodded frantically, clutching at Roman’s shirt. “Yes! Yes, I want, want to be a-adopted, please!”

Logan pressed a kiss to his temple. “Good, good. We’ll get the process started immediately. Welcome to the family, Virgil.”

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Cords of Wooden Love

I wrote a momijiro fic because of @momo-your-gay-is-showing. I linked it here for your reading pleasure - no smut, the worst it gets is kissing, so go ahead and read it front of anyone.

Summary:

After Jirou takes a gig at a college party, she finds herself in need of a new guitar case, as hers was ruined. She finds out about a wood shop at her college and decides to ask the students in the club to make her a new one, but instead of finding a new guitar case, she finds a crush: A girl named Momo Yaoyoruzu.

The story is just under 2200 words long (about 5 pages of a Word document), I hope you enjoy reading it!

Despite having just entered the hallway, the girl couldn’t help but sneeze at the prevalent smell of sawdust. The jangling of her earrings were soon drowned out by the sound of an electric saw, making her jump slightly. She sighed, taking one last look at the business card she had printed out.

Kaminari Denki, Captain of the Wood Shop! Come on by and we’ll make you anything you want!

The yellow-haired man on the cover had a ridiculous look on his face, making the girl chuckle one last time. She silently hoped that this would be the last guitar case she would ever need, and grimaced at the memory - the inside of her last case being covered in alcohol and vomit. That would be the last time she ever played at a college party.

The door was already slightly ajar as she stepped into the shop, immediately being assaulted by a cloud of sawdust that seemed to be everywhere in the room. She immediately spotted the blonde man a few tables away, but the other person seemed to warrant her attention more. The second person was a girl that looked about her age, but much taller. Her coarse black hair was tied back in a loose, upwards ponytail, which only added to her height. She was focusing hard on her project, smoothing the edges of the wood in front of her with sandpaper. When she stepped back, more of the girl’s body was finally visible.

“Holy crap, she’s -” Her thought was cut off by the man calling to her.

“Heya, welcome to the Denki Shop!” His stupid smile was still glued to his face – the girl had just assumed it was a front.

“Hey, you’re Kaminari, right? The name’s Jirou.” She brushed her purple hair aside, the pulse of lighter-colored hair still apparent. “I got a job for you.”

“I’ll be happy to help! Whatcha need?” Kaminari graciously accepted the paper Jirou thrust into his arms, her attention wavering once more towards the other girl. “Ah, a guitar case.” Kaminari let out a deep sigh.

“Is there a problem?” Jirou asked politely – she was afraid that she was rude earlier, but she wouldn’t show it.

Kaminari stretched – “Nah, it’s just that I’m not too good at curves and hinges. Carving’s more my deal, anything I can do with electric tools! This is more Momo’s sort of thing.” Kaminari jabbed a thumb over to the other girl’s direction. She was still staring fiercely at her project, unaware of Jirou’s presence – but from this angle, she could see Momo had headphones in. “Momo’s great at everything though, metal, wood, ice, hell I’ve seen her butter sculpt!”

“So much for a conversation…” Jirou sighed again, and realized she was sweating ever-so slightly. “So would it be a problem if I asked for this by Saturday? I know it’s only three days, but I have a performance Saturday night so I need it ASAP.”

“We’ll have it done by Friday.” Kaminari gave her a thumbs-up, once again sporting that stupid smile of his.

“Thank you, and be sure to tell Momo I thank her too.” Jirou looked over at Momo one last time, blushed, and turned to leave. “If possible, I’d like the paint to be black. Any dark color is fine though.” The door closed, once again leaving Kaminari and Momo in the silence of the wood shop. Momo’s head perked up at the sound of the door closing.

“Hey, did I miss someone?” Momo asked, pulling one earbud from her ear. “I’m sorry if I did!”

“Don’t sweat it. I got a new project for you, needs to be done by Saturday.”

“I can do it by Friday I bet, my classes don’t start up until Monday. What’s the project?” Kaminari rolled out he blueprints for Jirou’s guitar case onto the table, the bits of saw dust bumping up underneath the paper. “It’s a guitar case. I figured it’s more your thing, since it’s got all the curves and hinges and everything. Plus, it’s from your secret admirer.”

Momo blushed, “W-What? How do you know?”

“They were looking at you more than they looked at me – and I could tell that your face was the target for once.” Kaminari laughed, earning him a sharp jab to the shoulder. “Ouch! Just a joke!”

“Hmph, you deserved it.” Momo crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at the blueprints. “My secret admirer, huh? I better make this one good.”

“Anyways I gotta go meet Sero and the others for lunch. You coming?” Kaminari jangled the car keys on his belt, attracting her attention away from the paper.

“No thanks, I don’t think I can bear another round of Mina trying to get me to use her homemade shampoo. It looks like some weird slime monster got trapped in a bottle!”

“Suit yourself!” As Kaminari left, Momo glanced once more at the paper. Looking over the measurements, she decided the best wood to use, and set off to work.

Friday, Classroom 101-A

For Jirou, nothing in the world was more painful than math class. Numbers never got lost in her head, instead having a straight path from one ear to the other. She looked at the board dejectedly as the teacher droned on about confidence intervals and other statistical nuances, and Jirou could only form two coherent thoughts: the teacher really needed a haircut, and how soft Momo’s hair must be.

Seconds before her eyes glazed over, a ruler found itself slapped onto her desk, causing her to yelp. “Jirou, is all the loud music affecting your hearing? See me after class.”

“Yes Mr. Aizawa sir.” Jirou muttered, hearing snickers behind her. This always happened – she drifted off, Aizawa yelled at her, then she got laughed at. At least she could find solace in the cheering she got whenever she performed, and how good it felt to play a song perfectly all the way through.

The rest of the class ticked by, seemingly without end, making it extra painful for Jirou. The bell rang, freeing all of the students from Aizawa’s tangles of hair and numbers, all except Jirou, who was sweating nervously behind her desk. Even for it being freshman year of college, she had gotten in trouble with Aizawa more than any other teacher in her past, and the year wasn’t half over.

“Jirou, you seemed to be more distracted than usual today.” Aizawa scolded.

Jirou racked her brain for answers. “Sorry sir! I stayed up late last night and I know I shouldn’t have but I had this really big project for my world history class and I just-”

“It’s because of a girl, isn’t it?” Jirou froze, and the classroom well dead silent.

“H-How did you know? I never- I mean, sure I maybe glance at that Ura-whatever girl sometimes, but how-”

“I just know these things.” Aizawa sighed. “Look whoever this girl is, just tell her. I can’t have you being more distracted than you already are, given your 45% in this class.”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry.” After Aizawa dismissed her, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Her favorite song had to be muted to a silent buzz in Aizawa’s room, one more thing she hated about math. An unknown number flashed for a video call request, and as creepy as it looked, Jirou’s curiosity got the better of her.

“HEY JIROU!” A voice yelled from the phone, nearly causing her to drop it. She had gotten too many scares for one day. “YOUR GUITAR CASE IS READY!”

Jirou looked down at her phone and saw Kaminari’s now-signature smile looking back at her, but he was obviously strained, as if he had just run a marathon. “Kaminari, are you okay? You look stressed.”

“I STOLE MOMO’S PHONE TO MAKE THIS CALL AND SHE’S CHASING ME!”

Jirou could faintly hear a girl’s voice in the background, “Give it back Denki! I have important classwork on there!” The girl, who could only be Momo, had a voice of pure lavender. Jirou immediately melted as far as she dared in front of Aizawa’s door.

“I’ll be there in a bit Kaminari!” Jirou hung up the call and immediately broke into a sprint.

Not Even Five Minutes Later, Wood Shop

Momo waited nervously, eyes glancing towards the door every few seconds. Kaminari said that the guitar case was for her secret admirer, but he refused to give any details at all, not even whether her admirer was a guy or a girl! She bit her fingernails, knowing she could get away with it being the only person in the shop. Kaminari had claimed that he was headed out to lunch, but with it being 3 in the afternoon, she severely doubted his intentions. The door clicked open, and Momo froze.

A girl walked in dressed mostly in black with a red shirt on underneath her jacket. “Okay, she’s a girl. Good first step, and she’s pretty too! That’s also good!” Jirou’s earrings, two pairs of fake-gold earbuds, jangled as she approached Momo’s table. The guitar case, clad in black leather, much like her jacket, was sitting atop the table between them.

“Hey, Momo right? Got the guitar case?” Jirou was surprisingly cool for Kaminari’s description, but she left her confused. The case was right on the table.

“Yup! Here it is!” Momo gestured to the case, and Jirou’s eyes went wide.

“Wait, seriously? I thought this was a wood shop!” Jirou exclaimed.

“Oh no! She hates it! It’s nothing like she wanted! She wanted it painted black I bet! I screwed up!” Momo thought, tears nearly welling in her eyes.

“This is beautiful! I love the stitching of the leather on the edges!” Jirou was visibly excited, her smile growing wider by the second. “I knew Kaminari said you were talented, but this is beyond words! No wonder I love you so much!” As soon as the final words left Jirou’s mouth, both girls froze. A blush exploded onto both faces, and they both turned away, not seeing the other girl’s blush.

“Y-You really like it that much?” Momo asked, her mind racing with how cute Jirou was when she was excited.

“Y-Yeah, I think it’s r-really well made.” Jirou responded, internally smacking herself for the blatant confession.

They both stood in silence for a second, before Momo broke it, “You should check the inside, see if it’s to your liking as well.”

Jirou slowly turned around, almost ashamed to show herself to Momo, but to her surprise Momo looked just as shy as she did. She opened the guitar case, resulting in a slight squeak. Jirou couldn’t tell if it was from the case or Momo.

“It’s…” Jirou was speechless. The inside was knitted perfectly with red felt, but what really attracted her attention was the note taped to the roof. The note held two things: a phone number, all ten digits, and one word – “Date?”

Jirou’s eyes began to well with tears, “Yes! I’d love to go out with you Momo!”

Momo turned around, showing that she too was crying. The two ran around the table and embraced, Jirou resting her head on Momo’s chest. “You know, Kaminari told me how much you looked at me when you first came here.”

“Yeah, sorry. It was probably pretty creepy huh.” Jirou sighed, sniffling back more tears.

Momo placed her hand on Jirou’s head – “No, it was kind. I get catcalled every day, but hearing someone wanted me for something else, I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance to meet someone so caring and kind.”

“I mean to be fair-” Jirou started, but she felt a sharp jab in her shoulder. “Hey!”

“Don’t ruin the moment.” Momo chuckled, and Jirou decided to make her move. She raised her head to meet Momo’s and thrust it forward, kissing Momo on the lips with determination. Momo looked surprised, topping back towards the table, causing her phone to hit the table’s edge – and start playing her music.

Familiar lyrics burst out around the two, their lips and arms still intertwined, and Jirou realized the song that was playing – she herself had written and performed it, and by the look on Momo’s face in the few seconds she was able to pull away, Momo knew that it was Jirou’s song. They kissed once more, the ever-prevalent smell of sawdust doing nothing to dull their passion. Neither pulled away-

Nor did they want to.

Bonus:

Momo stumbled out of the wood shop, and found herself crashing into a pair of people. Before she could apologize, she recognized the two. “Oh God.” She thought, “Not these two!”

“Heya Momo!” Mina chirped, “Kaminari here told me that you made a cool guitar case, but it looks like you were making something else in there.” She smiled deviously, “Wanna know what would help with all that lipstick on your mouth?”

Momo’s eyes went wide, rubbing her lips with her finger – purple came off, the same purple of Jirou’s lipstick. “Don’t you dare say it Mina-”

“My homemade facial wash!”

“Damn it Mina!”

[sopeinthesink]

Studio Surprises

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1923

College!Yoongi AU

Summary: The party should have been the last time you saw him, should have been the last time you thought of him. So why is it that he shows up out of the blue in your music studio?

You were officially halfway through the first semester of your college career, and you found yourself at a frat party in celebration. The home was enormous, though no matter how many went outside to the backyard, the interior was jam-packed with hot, sweaty people.

Half-full cup in hand, you slowly made your way toward the sliding glass doors at the back of the room. It was hard to keep from stepping on toes or getting splashed with who knows what every once in a while. But eventually, you made it and slipped outside without much notice.

While the same music pounded outside as well, the air was fresher and you took a deep breath. A pool shone enticingly in the middle of yet another crowd as you searched for the friend who convinced you to come tonight. Your position atop the steps leading down to the yard gave you a slightly better view, but once you figured it was hopeless, you set into the mass of bodies.

College students, you came to learn, had very little public shame. Many girls wore little more than bras and mini shorts, as the boys they were with openly grabbed their bums and ground them into their hips. As you trekked through the crowd, you found yourself thanking your modest attire. The long-sleeved crop top from your roommate’s closet was much less attention-grabbing than what others wore.

Lost in thought and looking around frantically for your friend, you collided with something solid. You swore as you staggered back, trying not to crash into anyone else. Stabilizing yourself, you looked over to see a mint-haired boy looking down at his now alcohol-drenched shirt. Gasping, you immediately began to fumble over an apology as he wiped at the fabric.

As he glanced up to see who ran into him, he scowled. “Freshmen...” he muttered, hardly loud enough to hear before turning at stalking away. You stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what just happened. As he got further away, you felt anger growing in your chest as you followed after him.

“Hey!” You called in annoyance. “I apologized to you. The least you could do is acknowledge that. It was an accident!”

“I don’t need apologies from first-years.” He tossed the words over his shoulder like they meant no more than dirt. “Just keep enjoying the party and leave me alone,” and with that, you stopped in your tracks as he kept moving away.

You huffed as you pulled out your phone to text your friend. You told her not to stay too long, and that you were heading back to your dorm. You then pushed through the crowd to leave and made your way home as quickly as you could, still peeved by that boy.

• • • • •

Four weeks had passed, and you were checking into one of the school-provided studios to record some tracks. The woman at the front door of the building gave you a smile as you stepped up to the counter.

“You’re usually here later aren’t you, Y/N?” She asked curiously, as she wrote down your name on the list. There were ten studios, and from what you could tell four of them were occupied.

“I have some study plans later, so I figured I’d come earlier. I should be around three hours or so today. I’ve got a bit more work than normal,” you grinned.

“Alright! Have fun and don’t strain that lovely voice of yours,” she called as you moved to the hallway where the studios were located. You found the one you normally used was occupied, so you chose a different one, closing the door behind you.

The space was decently sized, and the walls were covered in a deep red fabric. Soundproof glass and a sound proof door divided the room in two, and a mixing board and computer were set up on the studio side of the wall. There was a small couch and table to your right, and you set your bag and guitar down there. Retrieving your laptop and headphones, you set up briefly at the mixing board. Logging onto the computer there, you set up the backing for the first song you had planned on singing. Then connecting your laptop, you hooked it up to the mic system and let your headphones connect to the Bluetooth from the studio computer.

Once everything in the studio was set up, you retrieved your guitar and the necessary hardware to hook it up, then made your way into the soundproof booth. There was a monitor in there that allowed you to see and access the computer on the other side of the glass, so once you had on your headphones and went through a mic check, you began. You would occasionally stop to save your progress on your laptop, but otherwise you practiced song after song.

About two hours in and you were seated on one of the numerous stools in the booth messing around with a song you were working on. With an exhausted sigh, you gave up and placed your guitar on the stand to your left.

“Why’d you stop?” You jumped so high you nearly fell off your stool as a voice broke the utter silence. Whirling around, you froze as you found someone reclined in the chair at the mixing board. He looked familiar, though you couldn’t quite place a name with his face.

“Who knew the first year could sing,” he smirked, and you finally remembered where he was from.

“Why are you here? I thought you hated me?” You asked into the mic so he could hear you.

“Oh I never hated you. But I’m definitely not here because I wanna be friends with you,” he chucked over the intercom, an edge to his voice.

“Then why are you here?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I should be asking you that,” he retorted coolly. “Why are you in my studio right now?”

“Your studio? You don’t own this, you get to use if because of the school!” You scoffed at the boy’s ridiculous grin.

“That may be correct for other students and other studios, but I have this one reserved everyday from 7 to midnight. And what time is it now?” He dramatically checked his watch. “It’s currently 7:16. You’ve overstayed your welcome just a bit.”

You stood there on the other side of the glass, cheeks heating up as you struggled for words. This guy was a real piece of work, and you couldn’t figure out why he was treating you like this. “W-Why do you even need a studio anyway?!”

“I’m a music production major, sweetheart. It’s my job,” he rolled his eyes, sitting up in his chair. “And I’m not sure whether you care or not, but you could use some real work on these tracks you’re recording. The sound quality is all off,” he smirked, twirling around an earbud that you noticed was attached to your laptop.

Cheeks ablaze now, you stood there incredulously. “And what to you suppose I do about it then, huh? Magically improve my laptop to make half-assed recordings sound decent? I don’t think so.”

He sat up, leaning his elbows on the desk in front of him. “Just record on my laptop for a sec. Then you’ll realize the difference.” His eyes twinkled as he gestured to my guitar. “Sing something for me.”

“Right now? When you just rudely interrupted me? Why should I?” You were already skeptical of this man, but the idea of him being a music prod major wasn’t completely unbelievable.

“Just trust me, alright?” He rolled his eyes and hooked up his computer. “Set up however you want, this will just take a second.” He turned his attention to his screen, and you slowly returned to the stool, pulling the mic around so you could look out the window and keep an eye on him. He pulled something else out of his bag and plugged it into his computer before adjusting a few sliders and dials on the board before him. Glancing up, he nodded expectantly and you sighed as you strummed a cord.

It was the original song you’d been working on when he interrupted you, and nerves suddenly shot through you at the thought of singing something so personal to this stranger. But you had already started the song, so it was too late to go back.

As your fingers crept across the fretboard, you tried to keep your voice steady. No one outside of your recording professor had heard any of the songs you’d written, and you were painfully reminded why you hadn’t shown anyone else up to this point.

You had practically lost yourself in the music when something soft was added in your headphones. It snapped you out of your revere, and drew your attention to the boy on the other side of the glass. He tapped something on the desk, and you suddenly realized it was an effects pad. He seamlessly added a gentle, slow beat to compliment your singing and playing. It seemed to be the element you’d been looking for to complete the song.

All too soon, the final note was left ringing in your head as you stared at him, mouth slightly agape. He looked up at you, grinning at your dumbstruck expression.

“I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”

“Who are you?” You asked skeptically.

“Min Yoongi. Junior year, music production major with a music industry minor, currently living on my own and hoping to get my studio back soon,” he crossed his arms, smiling playfully.

You sighed, a small grin pulling at your lips. Min Yoongi, you thought to yourself. He didn’t seem quite as bad as he had originally. “Nice to actually meet you then, I suppose. I’m Y/N, studio recording major currently living with two other girls...” you took a deep breath to gather your confidence. “Hoping to see you again sometime....” The words were hardly whispered, but thanks to the mic in front of your lips, he heard every one of them.

The smile that came across his lips this time was a little different, sweeter almost. It made your cheeks heat up and you had the urge to lock yourself in the booth and hide against the wall beneath the glass. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that because now you had to get out so he could use the studio. To get out, however, you had to walk past him.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” he replied softly.

With a nod, you hurriedly unplugged your guitar and made your way out of the booth. He just sat there, and as you placed your instrument in its case, you could feel his gaze on your back. Turning to face him, you took a step forward.

“I sent you the recording, just so you could know what a real production would sound like,” he teased lightly as you leaned over his legs to retrieve your own laptop. As you straightened, he gently took hold of your hand, and you felt your breath hitch in your chest.

“Until next time, Y/N.” And with that, he pressed a feather-light kiss against your knuckles and released your hand. As your face burned up you ducked away from him, packing the rest of your things and heading for the door.

“Until next time, Yoongi,” you breathed to yourself as you left the building. You could still feel his lips against your skin even after you returned to your dorm.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Boy Next Door

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Summary: Reader wakes up one morning to find her uninvited neighbor in her kitchen…

Pairing: Neighbor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Love angsty neighbor Dean. Quote for this one was, “Uhmm… it’s not what it looks like…”…

You sleepily made your way down the hall to your kitchen one Saturday morning, debating on whether you’d just push your chores to tomorrow and call it a lazy day. You spun around the doorframe and decided the chores could certainly wait. Your neighbor was sleeping at your kitchen table after all and you didn’t remember inviting him there.

“Ahem,” you said loudly. Dean stirred and groaned, putting a hand on his head.

“Uhm...it’s not what it looks like...” said Dean, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to get his bearings.

“It kind of looks like you broke into my place while I was sleeping Dean,” you said.

“You know, doors look the same when you’re drunk as shit,” said Dean. You rolled your eyes but quickly put a cup of coffee in front of him. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad to know that this complex used the same freaking locks on all the doors,” you said, ready to move out just at that. Or at least put new ones on today.

“Nah, just walked in, was open. At least I think it was,” he said, doing his best to sit up all the way but slouching off to the side for the most part.

“Dean,” you said, trying your best to give him a pleasant smile.

“Hm?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Go home. Try not to come over unless I invite you, got it?” you said, pulling on his arm, dragging his hungover ass towards the front door.

“You never invite me over. This is the longest we’ve held a conversation,” he said as you manhandled him out the door, taking your mug back.

“True. Bye, Dean,” you said, closing the door behind you. The last thing you wanted was to be friends with the guy who drank too much and knocked his headboard against your wall every night.

“Why the hell is there no hot water?” you asked later that day, jumping out of your shower annoyed. You got dressed again and called your maintenance line. “Hi, this is unit 4A. I don’t have any hot water.”

“You’re getting it,” said the unhelpful person on the other end. “Your neighbor probably used it up. The shared units share water storage.”

“The guy in 4B used my water is what you’re telling me,” you said. 

“Uh huh. It takes about an hour to refill-”

You hung up the phone and were storming out the door, down your steps and over the five or so feet to go up Dean’s and knock on his door. You knocked louder when he didn’t answer and were greeted to Dean in a towel and nothing else.

“Uh, hi?” he asked.

“Did you use all the hot water?” you asked. 

“Uh what?” he said, blinking and cocking his head.

“If you’re going to have shower sex, do it while I’m at work,” you said, turning around and going back to your own place.

“I don’t have sex all the time you know,” he said, stepping onto his front porch as you got back on yours.

“No of course not, Dean. You just pound on the wall for an hour every night for fun,” you said, rolling your eyes and heading inside. You were annoyed that you couldn’t have your nice relaxing shower after deciding on the chores today but it’d have to wait at least another hour. You sat down on your couch just in time to hear that damn knocking on your wall again ten minutes later. “You are the reason I own noise cancelling headphones Winchester.”

You were snuggled up on the couch with a book the next day, taking the rainy day as an excuse to stay away from other people. Apart from the pizza guy. You glanced over at the clock. It’d been fifty minutes. At most they took thirty.

Where was your damn cheesy goodness?

You opened your door to see the delivery car driving away but your pizza no where in sight. You glanced next door to see the porch light go out.

“Oh you did not take my pizza,” you said, grabbing your coat and boots, trotting over there and banging on Dean’s door. “Open up!”

“What the Hell did I do today!” he said, glaring down at you, a slice of food in his other hand.

“That’s mine!” you said. “I paid for it!”

“Oh,” he said, looking back into his apartment where you saw a whole other slice missing already. You stormed in past him only to have his hand catch your hood. 

“Hey!” you said, practically growling as he pulled you back to the door.

“I didn’t say you could come in my house,” he said, releasing you once you were on the porch.

“Stop being such a shitty neighbor!” you said, taking a step forward again, coming face to face with a wall of solid muscle.

“I already ate it. Order another one. I’ll pay you back,” said Dean, taking a bite in front of you.

“Just give me that one, the one I did pay for and you stole, and I’ll leave,” you said, brushing past him and inside again. 

“It’s a fucking pizza! What’s the big deal?” he said, reaching for you but missing when you walked around his coffee table. “Leave before I make you.”

“Pay me my thirty bucks and I’m gone,” you said, crossing your arms. He scoffed as he pulled out his wallet, tossing a twenty at you. “Is math hard for you Dean? I know it can be tough for an idiot like yourself.”

“That pizza does not cost thirty dollars,” said, stepping towards you.

“Call it interest for dealing with my hunger and your stupid face,” you said, stepping around the table again. 

“That’s all you’re getting. Now go,” he said moving again. You took a step to match. Instead you found your self tripping over a power cord you didn’t know was there and smacking head first into the hard wood floor below.

You whined as you got up to your knees, pressing a hand to your head. Oh, that hurt more than it should have. You squeezed your eyes shut to block out the pain but heard Dean move in front of you. You expected him to toss you outside but he simply forced you to move your hand away as you slowly opened your eyes.

“Stay here a second,” he said, walking away and coming back with a towel. “Hold this against your head.”

You did as told, listening to him move about before coming back over with boots and a coat on. He helped you to your feet and down his front steps where you expected him to go right to your house. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as Dean walked you over to the passenger side of his car.

“The hospital,” he said. He buckled you in and shut your door, quickly getting behind the wheel and taking off.

“Why?” you asked, trying to stay calm as your head throbbed and your face felt warm and sticky.

“Because you hit your head really fucking hard because I ‘stole’ a damn pizza I ordered myself,” he said. 

“I ordered it,” you said.

“I ordered one too. I guess they fucked up and only brought the one,” he said. You whimpered as your head started to feel wrong. “You gonna make it?”

“If I die without eating my pizza I’ll be pissed,” you said. Dean laughed as he sped up.

“If this isn’t you pissed off I’d be scared to see what that looks like,” he said, catching your shoulder when you started to sway. “Come on Y/N. Try to stay awake for me.”

“I am trying. It hurts,” you said. Dean squeezed your shoulder, giving you something else to focus on as the pounding got worse.

“Hey, you don’t pass out before the hospital, I’ll buy you two pizza’s. How’s that sound?” he said. You felt yourself trying to fall over again, bracing your free hand against his arm to help you stay upright. “Y/N, stay with me.”

“Easier said than done,” you muttered, the words coming out so much faster in your head. “Dean, hurry up.”

“I know. Stay awake for me sweetheart,” said Dean. You tried to tell him you would, the sentence stuck in your head but your mouth not getting the message. You tried again but the words still didn’t come. Oh fuck that wasn’t good. You felt the car screech to a stop as you did your best to keep your eyes open. Dean ran around the car and picked you up like you were nothing, rushing you inside as you shut your eyes, unable to stay awake a second longer.

You were home three days later, a bad concussion and about ten stitches in your head making you feel shitty still. You couldn’t drive, couldn’t do much of anything apart from lay on your couch. Even reading hurt. A knock came at your door around six and you groaned. You thought your parents had finally gone back home.

“Hey,” said Dean, holding a few boxes of pizza with a bag on top. “You uh, didn’t pass out until the hospital so I guess you get your pizza.”

“Thanks,” you said, waving him in. He put the food down on your counter as you curled back up on the couch and closed your eyes. 

“Here,” he said, running a hand over your head, avoiding your injury as he handed you a plate with food. You took it and felt his hands under your arms helping you sit upright. “How you doing?”

“Awesome,” you said, taking a bite. “It’s my own fault.”

“It’s my fault. I should have put that thing away,” said Dean.

“I shouldn’t have stormed in your apartment without permission,” you said.

“I shouldn’t have drunkenly broken into yours,” said Dean. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been the world’s best neighbor.”

“Just put a cushion or something against your headboard. Give a girl a little peace and quiet sometimes,” you said.

“Will do,” said Dean with a chuckle. You didn’t hear him leave and turned to see him staring at the wall the two of you shared. 

“What?” you asked.

“We share a wall. We should try to get along,” he said. 

“Dean, I don’t have a problem with you. Your activities are a little loud sometimes and you nearly killed me with a brain bleed over a pizza but everything else was fine,” you said, giving him a smile.

“I don’t really have that many girls over. Every few months maybe but that’s about it if I’m lucky,” said Dean.

“Then what the Hell are you doing every night?” you asked.

“I was renovating my kitchen and bathroom. You didn’t notice the crap at the end of the driveway?” asked Dean. You shook your head. “I finished up yesterday. It’ll be quieter from now on.”

“Sorry I assumed you were...” you said. Dean shrugged.

“S’fine. You want to check it out?” he asked. 

“Sure, if you want to help me over there,” you said. Dean nodded and grabbed the food. “Are you stealing my food again?”

“I want to eat in my new kitchen,” he said. “Two seconds.”

He was back after a minute, helping you down the steps and up his. You were so pissed off the first time you hadn’t realized how much nicer his apartment was with the updates.

“This is nice,” you said, sitting up on a stool, Dean giving you a once over. “I won’t fall off the thing Dean.”

“Just making sure,” he said as he smiled. “Good enough to make a date a meal in?”

“Oh any girl would love to watch you cook in this kitchen,” you said, taking a bite of your second slice.

“Would you?” asked Dean. 

“Excuse me?” you asked, setting your food down.

“Would you want to watch me cook in this kitchen?” asked Dean again.

“I guess. I don’t think I understand the question,” you said. Dean laughed as he took a seat across from you.

“I was asking you out. I was always wondering how to strike up a conversation with the cute girl next door but apparently all I had to do was wake up in her kitchen to get the ball rolling,” he said. You rolled your eyes but nodded your head.

“I guess I owe you one for saving my ass. How bad could a date with you be anyways?” you said.

“Careful, I might just make you fall head over heels for me again.”

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Bose, Sony, Beats, and JBL top our list

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Bose, Sony, Beats, and JBL top our list

There is one frustrating truth about our modern, digital age: Wires are annoying. 

As more of us are trying to end cable clutter, may we suggest you go the wireless route for your headphones too? It’s an approach being taken in every aspect of consumer tech, from computer setups to home theater systems. Headphones are proving to be no different.

More and more companies are releasing headphones that don’t require any auxiliary inputs to output audio. And since many smart devices are eliminating the number of input ports they include (we’re looking at your, iPhone), this makes sense. 

But with all the wireless headphones available on the market, it can be hard figuring out which work best for you. Luckily, we’ve found some of the best earbuds and over-the-ear headphones on Amazon that deliver, regardless of your lifestyle.

Here are X of the best wireless headphones, according to what reviewers on Amazon had to say:

Best earbud-style wireless headphones

Earbuds are the headphones to look at if you’re more active. From sweat resistant design to recharging cases, earbuds have been able to pack high quality sound into a considerably smaller package. These are our picks for some of the best:

Of all the companies in the audio space, Bose has established itself as one of the best. From personal speakers to full audio systems, Bose has become synonymous with excellent sound. That quality is present in Bose headphones as well, and the Bose SoundSport Wireless earbuds are an example of the Bose quality in a small package.

The SoundSport Wireless headphones are the type of headset that can work for anyone because of their design. As standalone headphones, the SoundSports provide high quality audio that you’d expect out of a Bose product. But if you’re a runner or just like to hit the gym, the SoundSports are ideal for working out. The SoundSports are sweat-resistant and designed to stay in the ear during intense workouts.

Amazon customer Rae praised the SoundSport headphones in their review, saying:

“I have been using these headphones every day for almost 5 months now and they work just as well as the day I received them. Making the switch to the iPhone 7, I didn’t want to have to carry around the lightning to 3.5mm headphone dongle everywhere if I lost the Apple lightning headphones so I decided to make the jump and purchase some wireless headphones. I never liked the idea of the fully wireless ones (i.e. those that look like Bluetooth earpieces) so these were perfect for me.

I work a desk job that allows me to listen to music while I work so these are in my ears all day every day. They are very comfortable; I’ve used some headphones that have irritated my ears after a few hours but I’ll wear these at work and again when I’m working out. They stay in place even while running – I think is thanks to the design of the ear pieces. While at work I’ll use one side at a time and leave the other side draped over my shoulder. There are no issues with this as long as you use the provided clip that connect directly to cord. I recently broke this clip due to my own clumsiness and every once in awhile I need to adjust how it is draped so that it does not pull too tightly but it isn’t anything that isn’t manageable.

Battery life is exactly what I would expect for Bluetooth headphones. I get approximately 3-5 days use between charges. That is with me using these headphones for about 9 hours every day. I did not purchase the pair with the charging case so these charge via USB. I’ll plug them in when I get down to about 30% battery life (which the headphones conveniently tell you in-ear when you turn them on) and I’ll have a full charge in about an hour or so. They also come with a small case that is perfect to throw in your bag when you’re on the go.”

True wireless earbuds — as in the kind that don’t even have a wire connecting the ‘buds to each other — are becoming more popular within the space, and its not hard to see why. While having the link cable on the earbuds is definitely useful, it can still cause some annoyance, especially while working out. If that’s how you feel, Jabra has the set for you.

The Jabra Elite Active 65t are the ideal type of earbuds for the most active people out there. The earbuds provide quality sound and can take calls, despite the lack of any connective cord between the earbuds. The Jabra Sound+ app allows you to adjust noise filters and enable a voice assistant (like Alexa), plus the built-in accelerometer in the earbuds allows you to keep track of your workout as well.

Currently, 50% of users have given the Elite Active 65t five stars on Amazon, so the earbuds definitely deliver. Steven Bassett attests to the Jabra earbuds, saying:

“I have to give the Jabra 65t 5stars. I have no Quams doing it either. These wireless ear buds have superior sound quality and with the EQ customizing sound to your choice is a pleasure. Very easy to set up and bind via Bluetooth. Volume control and on off control are readily accessible. It takes a bit of practice to use the buttons but I found I was using the buttons in a few hours. It’s great to have everything from volume to battery level all accessible via two buttons!”

If you’re in the market for a pair of wireless earbuds but you don’t want to pay a whole lot, fear not. There are plenty of options that deliver quality at a lower price point.

The SoundPEATS 4.1 earbuds are excellent headphones for anyone shopping on a budget. They are able to deliver great sound and are able to last eight hours on a single charge, which is definitely better than most around this price. Choose from colors like the classic black or white straps, or get playful with the blue or red pair.

A volume control button allows you to quickly adjust the volume or answer phone calls, all while keeping your phone in your pocket. Included are four pairs of ultra soft ear tips and three pairs of ear fins, so you’ll have plenty of options when it comes to finding a comfortable fit. When they’re not in use, a magnet keeps the earbuds connected and will protect the strap from knotting.

Wesley Leong is among the 57% of Amazon users who gave the earbuds five stars. Read Leong’s review here:

“They are a great product and the headphones have a decent sound for the price. They are easy to pair to your device and work well. I love that they have an 8 hour battery life. The headphones have a nice volume control feature. I like being able to change the volume and pause or play on the headphones and not have to use my phone. The one thing that I wish they would add is a feature to have multiple devices paired to the headphones. It is really nice being able to use a pair of headphone with the stupid newer iPhones because they do not have a headphone jack. If you use your phone a lot like I do your battery runs out very quickly. The best option at least for me was to buy an external battery case. Unfortunately, I have gotten 3 to 4 Battery cases and I have been unsuccessful using my Apple headphones that were packaged with the phone. This means I need to bring around 2 pairs of headphones and this simplifies it so much. Thank you for these great headphones. I love that they have a magnet because I can leave it on my neck or in its pouch and I won’t lose it as easily. These headphones are very good and I would definitely recommend them.”

The Tranya earbuds are competitively priced at less than $50, but still have the deep bass and clear treble you’re looking for in a pair of wireless headphones.

The small earbuds pack in the features that you’d expect from these earplug style wireless headphones, like Bluetooth connectivity and a durable body design. These earbuds don’t try to do anything crazy or have a gimmick, and that’s definitely a good thing. 

One a full charge, you’ll get 3-4 hours of playback, though the handy carrying case is also an external charger and can help you get another four additional charges out of it. (A battery indictor will show you where you’re at.) When the headphones are removed from the case, they automatically turn on and connect to your phone. 

A sensitive antenna within the headphones mean you can use them up to 33 feet away from your smartphone, meaning you can leave your phone in your gym back without losing playback.

Some 74% of people have awarded the Tranya Sports Wireless Earbuds a five star review on Amazon. AngelaB is one such user, saying:

“Those are one of my favorite earbuds. The shape and the size is perfect, they don’t move at all while I’m running. They sit perfect and sometimes I even forget I got them on since they are so comfortable. The sound quality is very good, even when I change different locations in the building where I work. Sound is very clear and controls are intuitive and simple. The charging is very fast and the battery last for couple good hours.. I just love them !! It worth every penny!!”

Best over-the-ear wireless headphones

Maybe you want to put on some music and zone out while you travel or work. Or maybe you want to crank up the power and get lost in some heavy beats, or become completely immersed in an audiobook or podcast. Or perhaps you just want to send a clear message to the world that you’d rather be left alone, thank you very much. No matter what category you fall into, over-the-ear headphones might be perfect for you. Here are our favorites.

There are plenty of options from Bose for over-the-ear headphones that are sure to delight. If you’re looking for one of the absolute best, the QuietComforts are the ones to look at.

The QuietComfort 35 Series II headphones are one of the best headsets available from Bose currently on the market. These beauties can last up to 20 hours on a single charge, making them ideal for cross country air travel or blocking out noisy coworkers. Obviously, since its a Bose product, the sound quality is going to deliver. When paired with the Bose Connect app, the settings can be personalized, so you can decide just how much outside noise you want to let in. The app will also allow you to activate Google Assistant or Amazon Alexa so you can get notifications, news, and more sent right to your ears.

The headphones come with an included jack so you can use these on devices where Bluetooth connectivity isn’t offered or for when the charge is running low.

Some 66% of users on Amazon have given the QuietComfort five stars, so they definitely live up to the Bose brand name. Jordan T.’s review of the headphones make that clear:

“These headphones are amazing! I might have been perfectly satisfied with the first version of the QC35s, but I luckily stumbled on the second generation which includes the Google Assistant integration. I initially thought it would be a small bonus, but I totally underestimated how powerful and convenient this could be. It’s more than just a trigger for voice commands. It’s a surprisingly flawless implementation that allows Google Assistant to turn you into much more productive multi-tasker.”

Meanwhile, Mashable’s Jake Krol had this to say about the QuietComfort 35 Series II headphones by Bose:

“Overall sound is well balanced. Even with the volume at its highest (ouch!), I couldn’t detect any distortion. Music of all genres, like rock or pop, come across clear and just as the artists intended. High tones and low tones were both crisp, and the bass wasn’t too overbearing. EDM fans might not love the balance, as the bass doesn’t necessarily get a tremendous boost.”

Read the full review on Mashable here.

While Bose is definitely one of the best name brands, Beats by Dre is giving them some competition. Beats exploded in popularity when the brand first hit the market, which only grew when it was purchased by Apple. That hasn’t slowed the company down, as it still puts put some of the most popular headphones available.

The Beats Studio3 headphones have continued that trend with a quality wireless headset, thanks to some smart additions from Apple. The biggest is the W1 chip, which boosts the Studio3’s Bluetooth and battery performance. The Bluetooth improvements allow for a smoother connection, so there shouldn’t be any signal drops. 

The battery will last you about 22 hours and can be recharged in about 10 minutes, which much quicker than most other headsets. Adaptive noice cancelling technology helps quiet the outside world, while audio calibration keeps things clear.

If that’s not enough, see any of the 64% of Amazon reviews that rated the Studio3 at five stars. Jennifer Segars said this about the Studio3 headphones:

I had the solo 3 wireless previously. They would fall off my head and hurt my ears after about an hour. Not these! Love the over the ear fit! They don’t slide at the gym and fit great! I’m at the gym each time for 1.5 hours and they last a little over a week on a full charge. Not bad at all.

Sony has always been a big player in the audio game, with lots of options on the market. Tt only makes sense that Sony would have a good selection of headphones. Among those on the market, the H900N headphones are definitely one of the best.

Available in black, grey, and red, the H900N headphones are on par with the Studio3 and QuietComfort. They includes features like noise cancellation, audio upscaling, and app controls, all of which seem to be standard for high-end headphones like these. 

One major advantage that the H900N headphones have over the other headsets is the battery life. At full charge, the headphones can last up to 28 hours, which is a big jump from 20 or 22 hours.

Ryan is among the 67% of Amazon users that gave the Sony H900N five stars. Here’s what Ryan had to say in their review:

“Easily the best headphones to have ever adorned these ears. Such a nice even and detailed frequency spread. The touch controls on the right cup are excellent and responsive. The noise cancelling works as advertised. I use these to workout in a loud gym at least three times a week, and the difference between noise cancellation on and off is dramatic in the best possible way.”

Though we’d all love to have headphones that are almost $300, sometimes that high price tag just isn’t feasible. If you’re one of those people who just “cant have nice things, fear not. Sony has a set of headphones for all the penny pinchers out there.

If you’re trying to save a few dollars, the Sony MDRXB950BT headset is a great option. The headphones provide better than expected sound quality to some other headphones at that price point. They can last for some 20 hours of use on a single charge, which is on par with some headphones that cost $200 or more.

Available in red, blue, and black, the MDRXB950BT headphones have a five star rating from 62% of Amazon customers. Kristopher Clouden is one of the users, saying:

“Opened the box and actually had to read the instructions due to all the options. It sounds GLORIOUS! Set to to high sound priority (Power on while pressing vol up) and enjoy top quality BT streaming. The cups are super comfortable. The arch at the top of the head, not so much. It might just be my pointy head. Going back to the cups, lots of cushion that seal out the outside world even without active noise cancelling. I’ll update this after the initial break-in, but as far as sound quality it’s top notch without the bass boost. I save that for deep bass songs, where it really shines. Yes it sounds much better than beats Studio, Solo, and the rest of the lineup for a better price. They are HUGE, but if you haver a big ol head then you’ll be fine. The hardest decision for me was which color to get. I settled on black, since it’s universally neutral. The Red looks great in person btw. Definitely worth the pick up.”

As one of the oldest names in the audio space, JBL has some excellent options available. 

The JBL E55BT headphones are on the affordable end of JBL’s options but still deliver the performance you want. One way it does is through “multi-tasking,” which allows for the E55BT to easily switch between two devices seamlessly, depending on what you’re doing. 

This particular headset was also co-designed and endorsed by Quincy Jones, one of music’s greatest producers. (That’s why they’re the “Quincy Edition.”) This is the man who has produced albums and songs with the likes of Michael Jackson, Frank Sinatra, and Aretha Franklin, so we totally trust his judgement.

In case Quincy Jones’s name isn’t enough, there’s the 74% of reviewers on Amazon that gave the E55BT five stars. David Stewart said in his review:

“I took the risk and bought a pair. Came within a few days and they sound amazing. Charger chord is longer then most. Comes with a nice carrier bag. The headphones itself is a little smaller then usual (I have to have them fully extended for use) but in all in all- They are some durable headphones.”

We just love JBL so much, we had to include another pair on this list.

The Everest 710, much like the other high end headphones listed, deliver the high quality audio that one would expect from the price tag alone. But it’s the included features that really help these headphones stand out. The biggest is the ShareMe 2.0, which allows you to connect with friends over Bluetooth to share music with them. They also have one of the better charge times, only taking two hours to get a good charge.

If you need a little more convincing, check out the Amazon reviews. Currently, the Everest 710 has received five stars from 72% of users, so JBL definitely delivered with these headphones.

Here’s what Amazon reviewer Alison916 had to say:

“I own several JBL products & each of them are of the highest quality, built to last & are worthy of me spending my hard earned money on. All important to me when deciding on which brand I should choose. When it comes to the JBL Everest 710 wireless over-the-ear headphones they did not disappoint. They met all my basic headphone needs and more. The case provided to store them in was attractive and provided adequate protection.”

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[wakingwriter]

There is a low hum.

A bit of a hiss.

Like that first few minutes on vinyl before the song starts. You can hear the song churning out low and slow. You are in the dark now. Lying on your floor with those huge headphones on. Around you, the world is still going. You have someone in the kitchen cooking a thankless meal. You have a sour man with sore feet drinking a beer who just wants to be left alone in a rundown chair, threadbare and lumpy. You can still hear the world. The trucks are blazing by your house right close to the highway, and you can hear them now ’cause the music is creeping, the notes so muted you can barely hear them.

But they are there; they have a whispered promise, because your friends all told you this was a good record. You spent the last of your Christmas money on it. You are broke again, but the other kids keep talking about how this is the album. So here you are, breathless on the floor of your bedroom, waiting for magic.

The first hard notes that come to you are bass. The songwriter is just laying this down. Getting a good base coat, like that model you made with your father before he started to hate you, when he wasted all that time applying a primer. The bass hits harder, you feel that chord in your chest. Like the strained beat of the heart attack you will have when you’re 40. Too young to die. Not too young to try. Now the bass seems angry, and you can feel it boxing you in. It is trapping you.

Drums come out like a wildfire you once saw when a bolt of lightning hit a field outside of town. The drums blister the inside of your head like the fire blistered the paint on the road sign. You’re Leaving Small Town, Come Back and See Us. But these drums don’t belong here. Not in this tiny burg. Not in your shamble of a room.

You are realizing now that you are in the dark, the only light the soft glow of the stereo volume button. You stare at it like the pistol in a game of roulette. You stare at it intensely because you are starting to sweat now. You are scared. The music has taken over the room. The music has hold of you. You can feel its humid grip wrapped tight around your body. It’s locking your limbs up. It’s bringing you to trembling. With hate of all things mediocre, you grab the knob and hit the volume as hard as you can. You roll the tumbler. You pull the trigger and when the first yowl of the singer hits your ears, you realize you made a mistake. You are in too deep now. It’s too loud. It’s too much.

It’s never gonna be better than this again. The next time you’re here, you will have heard the album, you will be prepared for it. But the warnings your friends gave when they were in the car after school, bitching about how good music doesn’t make it on the air, were too flat. Those warnings, you did not take seriously. Now you’re here. Now you are riding the edge of a razor of Heavy Metal and you are never gonna be the same.

You thank God your parents gave you your own room when they kicked your sister out. No bratty younger brother is going to come in here and snap on the light. At that moment you know you are a bad person, because even though you will not see your sister until you’re thirty, and she will be pregnant with a stye in her eye, bitching about Reagan, you are glad she is gone. Would have kicked her out yourself if you had known this moment would hit you. If you had known this music would take you.

The first song fades and with the loss of the music, you are panting in breathless anticipation for the next song. Screaming from the start, this song has claws and it grips you tight. Painful in the shoulders, bloody, and it has wings and it flies away with you. It has you in the air and terrified. It has you staring down at your life in disappointment because here, when you are looking down at it all, you know she was not alone when you called tonight. You heard that voice in the background and you recognized it. You can’t compare to that guy. And tomorrow at lunch, she will break the rest of your heart in half. She has been taking a dull cleaver to it for years. Tomorrow, the final blow. The song carries you over all that. It’s a deep pain you will carry with you for most of college.

More songs, more crippling realizations, this album has a diabolical heart. It is a sergeant screaming that first day that you are useless after they shaved your head and called you a pansy. It is the dark heart of your teacher who really thought he would make it in the pros but was cut. He is bitter and trying to fail you. Looking for reasons to fail you. This dark-hearted album is a cruel kid with a BB gun. You are a bird with a broken wing. You are flapping in horror.

The next song breaks upon you like a thief in your house at night. More and more it comes to you. It washes over you as you listen, one tragic horror, one mundane nightmare after the next. When the song drops, like a bomb over innocents, you jump to your knees. You frantically crawl to your stereo, and with hurried, traumatized hands, you flip the album, almost dropping it. The needle falls instead of gently resting, and you hear the record wail out one heart-wrenching beat before the song is on you. No soft hum or gentle hiss this time. The song is in full, deep darkness now, and though you wish you could start it over and catch it from the beginning, you know there is no starting it over. The song has you now. You’re in its grasp.

Tony was a bully you faced in second grade and he never hit this hard. You never felt this helpless when he stared down at you, laughing while you cried. This song is the most hateful thing you have ever experienced, and you are not ready. You are not made of the strong stuff it takes to weather this song. The record keeps dropping on you harder and more devastating than you ever thought possible. And helpless, you can only grip tight to the spiral cord of the headphones and pray for the power to hear the next song.

The song stops like the car your drunk buddy will be driving when it slams into a wall. Your neck will never be the same. And when that car will make that horrid, sudden stop, you will think back to this moment as they load you into the ambulance. This is the song that will be stuck in your head. The next song fades like a road flare sputtering after lighting the area.

By the time the end of the album comes, the record has pulled back to look at you, the music gloating over the ride it just gave you. No roller coaster your father forced you to ride was ever this satisfied after bringing you to tears. When dinner comes, you are late. Your mother did not even call you to the spaghetti. Did not even knock on the door. Now the meatballs are all gone and it’s just sauce. But you barely notice.

All the next day in school you are walking like a shell-shocked soldier. Your friends know, and they are gentle with you. They know better than to ask if you want to go steal a six pack and sit out behind the drive-in, honking the horn during the serious parts and laughing. Because every one of them knows you will not come. You will be at home after school, waiting for the sun to go down on your dingy house. Because all day long, they know you have been thinking about your headphones. And the soft glow of your stereo.

This is what it is like for me to write a dark fantasy novel.

This is what I miss during my time off.

I’m just waiting for the sun to go down.

About the Author

Jesse Teller fell in love with fantasy when he was five years old and played his first game of Dungeons & Dragons. The game gave him the ability to create stories and characters from a young age. He started consuming fantasy in every form and, by nine, was obsessed with the genre. As a young adult, he knew he wanted to make his life about fantasy. From exploring the relationship between man and woman to studying the qualities of a leader or a tyrant, Jesse Teller uses his stories and settings to study real-world themes and issues.

He lives with his supportive wife, Rebekah, and his two inspiring children, Rayph and Tobin.

Recognition:

1st Prize, The 2017 Drunken Druid Book Award | Literary Titan Gold Book Award | Drunken Druid Editor’s Choice, March 2017 | Drunken Druid 2016 Book of the Year Short List | Hungry Monster Gold Book Award

Praise for The Manhunters:

“Mr. Teller gives us moral dilemmas, fierce and bloody battles, characters that come alive and the power of the magic of words to take us into another place, another time and another reality.” —Dii Bylo, Tome Tender Book Blog

“This is one of the more fanciful and almost mythical like settings and storylines I’ve read in a while. ” —The Weatherwax Report

“Teller’s world is stunning in its complexity.” —M. L. Spencer, Bestselling Author of The Rhenwars Saga

“The characters are interesting, the heroes likable, and the villains hateable.” —booknest.eu

“Has all the ingredients of an exciting, dark fantasy epic: ancient and powerful mages, deadly and vengeful enemies, familial strife, malevolent politicking, and jailbroken criminals hell-bent on revenge.” —Fantasy Book Review

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Waiting for the Sun to Go Down by Jesse Teller #QuietSpaces @JesseTeller There is a low hum. A bit of a hiss. Like that first few minutes on vinyl before the song starts.