#I’m a little obsessed with her guitarists

[blackthornish]

I just watched guts world tour on netflix and I wanted to go so much 😭😭 the show is beautiful! liv has so much stage presence and is so energetic! she’s also always communicating with her fans, saying hi! hey! hi! and giving kisses, including the audience in the show, which was very wholesome! lacy's performance was perfect too, I even cried watching it 🥺🥺 and I thought it was SOO CUTE when liv interacted with her band - which by the way is incredible -, like?! all the time she’s just having fun with them I loved it! and I will say, I am immensely grateful to have HOT TO GO by chappell roan live full hd featuring olivia rodrigo FOREVER!!!

[snoozify]

Jinx Headcannons

Warnings: Mild cussing, Fluff.

A/N: this is Modern Jinx headcannons so let me know if you want different headcannons from the show or separate headcannons

Best Friend Jinx

I just wanna say Jinx gives HUGE Chaeyoung from twice vibes from the personality down to the aesthetic. Jinx would be one of those weird loser bisexual girls who comes to school with the weirdest outfits and listens to artists like Coco & Clair Clair, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, and Frank Ocean. She would be a huge anime consumer her favorite being probably being Death Note, Nana or one of those early 2000’s grunge like animes.

Jinx is a AWESOME baker I feel like she would be the type of person to just bake whenever she's stressed out or just completely bored she would bake like cookies and cakes and bring them to her friends house “I just wanted to bring you these” and just leave with no other questions. She was in charge of the schools bake sale and that's where she met you. And once she saw you the girl was OBSESSED she did everything in her power to get close to you and be friends with you.

Once you guys become close as friends Jinx would make you yummy treats, make you playlists, give you art or little trinkets she made. I feel like she would be one of those friends who would have absolute terrible ass grammar you could text her and you would not be able to understand what she said like at all at first but over time you started to understand

JINX 💙: hy did ypu do the magh hekmwqdk?

You: Did I do the what?

JINX 💙: the magh hekmwqdk

You: Bitch the math homework?

Imma say it now Jinx is a gamer she plays cutesy little games like animal crossing, Stardew Valley, Sims 4, untitled goose game, and Minecraft and I feel like you guys would have like a cute little island with the cutest villagers. Jinx would come to school with her Nintendo switch and get it confiscated almost every single class that she had to have a parent teacher conference because of it and now Silco checks her bag every day before she leaves out the door.

I want to touch back up on the clothes I feel like if you where to open up Jinx’s closet I feel like all you would see would be graphic tees, colorful tank tops, skirts of different colors, sizes, textures and patterns. I feel like if you where to ask someone what her fashion taste was they would say “if a little kid dressed themself” or if she got dressed in the dark. She usually gets her stuff at goodwill or like depop.

This is kind of what Jinx would wear on a daily basis:

And we all know Jinx famous blue and pink nails that she rocks. I feel like she would also do the most craziest nail art herself or go to a nail salon for them to do it for her and she would LOVE you if you did some sort of matching nails with her. I feel like since jinx has anxiety she would do short nails so she’s not tempted on biting them but if she does grow her nails out then she would have you put that nasty nail polish on that taste disgusting if you put your nails in your mouth.

Jinx knows how to play the guitar don’t @ me she was apart of a band with Ekko where she was the lead singer and guitarist and they just did covers of famous bands and singers they had a small little YouTube channel that actually had good some of views. She would play the guitar all the time anytime you came over you would be engulfed with the sound of Jinx just jamming out with her guitar (I also believe if I’m not mistaken their was a League of Legends ad where Jinx was playing the guitar but I’m not too sure).

Confessing Jinx

I feel like Jinx had a crush on you since she met you and she didn’t know how to confess it to you that she asked her big sister who is in a relationship with a girl what she should do cause poor girl was to scared to loose you if she confessed. I feel like she would ask you on Valentine’s Day she would have a WHOLE day planned just filled with things she she knows you would like, she baked your favorite dessert, painted her favorite picture of you, bought you a new game for your switch, made you a necklace, and bought you a bouquet of flowers and she dressed in a outfit you complimented her on on the first day you met her. Waiting for you she was nervous out of her ever loving mind thoughts running thru her head.

“What if she doesn’t like it?”

“What if it’s too much?”

“Will she like the flowers I got her?”

She tries to remember the script of what she’s gonna say when you walk thru the door and looks over at all the stuff he has laid out she panics and changes her mind but you walk thru the door with a soft smile and confusion on your face “hi” you smile and Jinx heart drops looking at how cute you are that everything she was gonna say leaves her head.

“Uh H-happy Valentine’s Day Y/N” she said handing you a bouquet of flowers she had hidden behind her back. You smiled at the kind gesture thanking the blue haired girl in front of you. Jinx was a nervous reck the whole time afraid of messing up this special day she lead you to the kitchen where your favorite dessert was made and she also made a homemade pizza in a shape of a heart with all of your favorite toppings “you did all of this yourself?” You would ask and Jinx would simply just nod her head with a small little smile on her face.

“But before we eat I have other stuff” she would say pulling you out of the kitchen she would gift you the painting, and the switch game that you have been wanting for while and she gave you one of her old tees that you would always wear when you came over. “Aw Jinx what is all of this pampering for” you would ask and she would just shrug her shoulders not knowing what to say.

She would confess to you at dinner with the pizza she made out in the backyard looking at the stars. You would point at all the different stars and tell her all the names of the different constellations Jinx doesn’t say anything just too busy looking at your pretty face to think of anything else once you notice you turn to her with a smile “what do I have something on my face?”

“Your just pretty that’s all”

“Thank you, you are as well” you say returning the compliment Jinx would frown looking down at the necklace she made you she feels as if she’s about to panic should she just say it and get it over with or just hand you the necklace. “Y/N these moments we made as friends genuinely mean so much to me and I want to make so much more with you” she would say as you look at her nodding at what she is saying.

She hands you the box with the necklace in it you open it looking at the shiny jewelry you glance up at the shy girl in-front of you nervous as ever. She breaths in and then out before saying those words she fears “Y/N would you like to be my girlfriend?” After she looks at your face trying to read your reactions but you where to much in shock to say anything. The girl in front of you asking basic you to be her girlfriend? You felt as if you where dreaming “Please say something this tension is starting to scare me”

You smile at the girl before jumping on her and planting wet kisses all over her face “YES YES YES I WILL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” You yell out with tears on your face Jinx sighs before giggling at your reaction you move off of her before laughing at the girl “what?” Jinx just smiles before pointing to the box you hand it to her and she opens the box removing the jewelry from it and places it onto your neck.

Girlfriend Jinx

I feel like your guys relationship wouldn’t be any different from when you two were friends but Jinx would be a huge SIMP for you anything you did she would be drooling over, she’s also VERY clingy you guys are like glued to the hip teachers would always ask “where is the other one” anytime you guys weren’t together and she she’s so clingy that she asked the principal if he could put you two in the same classes together but once he declined she pouted and pouted and just decided to wait for you outside your classroom.

Like I’m serious once her teacher says they are done for the day she would pack her stuff up and run to your classroom and just look into the room watching you write something down on a piece of paper you sometimes wouldn’t notice her mainly because you are too focused on the stuff the teacher is saying.

It wouldn’t be until a teacher yells at her to stop peeking into their classroom, for a student to tap your shoulder or for her to text you for you to even notice her. Once your class was over she would pace over to you and just give you the biggest hug as if she hasn’t seen you in years. “I was only away from you for like forty five minutes” you would giggle at the girls tight hug.

Since you guys how two different aesthetic i also think you guys would have like a separate friend group like you guys would have a main group like Ekko and then you two would have your own. (If that makes sense) so let’s say one of your friends pulls you away for lunch to sit by them Jinx would get so confused and then upset over the fact your friends would do that and she would be at another table sulking just glaring at you laughing and giggling with your friends. “You seem upset” her friends would say

When you guys do sit by eachother at lunch I feel like she would share her lunch with you but you would sometimes decline cause you want her to eat (she has a thing where she tends to starve herself) “I’m not hungry though” she would state and you would shake your hand pushing her lunch box back to her “you need to eat” she would roll her eyes and just do what you said.

I feel like Jinx’s favorite thing to bring to lunch would be like Dino nuggets or like a Lunchable with a juice box at first you thought it was very childish but Jinx simply says that this is her favorite lunch to pack. And she LOVES snacks so you tend to pack extra snacks to share with her at random times during the day.

When you guys share classes with eachother she always sits by you weather that’s in the front or in the back I feel like you two would exchange notes well it mainly Jinx exchanging notes and you trying not to get caught by the teachers the paper would have little doodles Jinx did or little questions she has

Jinx: wht th qustion to number 6?

You: I’m not telling you figure it out yourself

Jinx: YOU ARE SO MEAN! =(

Jinx: Can I have those pretzels?

She is actually very smart she just has a short attention span and forgets things like 95% of the time like if you see her zoning out in class you would poke her to get her attention and then lean in to whisper into her ear “are you paying attention?” Due to Jinx zoning out you write down a lot of what the teacher says to share it with her and she thanks you.

If you guys have to work together no work is getting done it just filled with Jinx yapping your ears off no matter how many times you try to tell her to focus she never does until you tell her your not gonna come over later after school and once she hears that she’s locked in.

This girl is the MOST Sassiest person you have ever met in your whole entire life she would make all these snarky remarks that leave you shocked there was a time she was arguing with Vi and she just mumbled these funny remarks as her sister is generally crashing out it could be over like Jinx eating the last slice of cake that Vi was gonna eat once she got home.

“I was gonna eat that!”

“Call down big back it wasn't even good to begin with”

Its funny how sassy she is but it also tends to get annoying

Jinx isn’t the type to get jealous well that’s what she tells herself but in all seriousness she’s the most jealous person you know. One time you invited her to a party one of your friend was hosting and the whole entire time she was close to you the whole night and would eye roll anybody who would flirt with you

“Y/N I love your hair, it’s nice” some random person would say and you would thank them with a smile and Jinx would scoff before mumbling something sassy under her breath you turn to her hitting her chest softly telling her to be nice. She would text you if her friends pulled her away and she sees something she doesn't like.

Jinx 💙: Who is that? Who is that getting all close to you?

Jinx 💙: WTF what did he whisper in your ear? Y/N your making me mad woman 😤

You: Bae chill he's my science partner plus he's gay

Jinx would LOVE PDA I feel like she wants everyone to know she bagged a baddie so she's kissing you in public and acting all flirtly she could care less what anyone thinks she always has to know you are by her so she's either holding your hand, wrapping a arm around your waist or putting her hands in your back pocket and she's always smacking your butt for some odd reason which has you jumping “stop doing that it hurts” you would say rubbing it.

You and Jinx would have a pampering day at her house where you do eachother hair and just relax. If your black and have like kinky curls I feel like she would watch you brush your hair and put in detangler, and then try it herself cause she is in awe at your hair texture, and trust in this Jinx will look up how to do your texture of hair, she's watching youtube videos, reading books, asking some of her friends with the same texture she's doing it all so the next time you have a pampering day she knows what she is doing.

“How the hell you know how to do box braids?”

“Uh don't worry bout it”

And you would love doing Jinx’s hair since its so long and straight you can do so many styles on it your favorite is braids with clips in it. After finishing eachother hair you would dress in the silliest clothes and just jam out to Jinx’s playlist.

Her family would love you especially her little adopted sister Isha any time she sees you come over she's running to the door with a huge smile on her face waving “hi little Isha” you would wave back you reach into your purse and hand her a oatmeal creme pie cookie you made a few days ago and she giggles grabbing it thanking you and walking off to her room.

Jinx feels at times that you will leave you so she sometimes needs reassurance that you won't ever leave her and that the two of you are end game

Welp another done with this hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ seulszn.

[girlfromthecrypt]

Note: This is merely a pitch introduction post. My main project remains Such Happy Campers. I have no title in mind for this IF (suggestions are welcome), although I am very passionate about the idea and will work on it on the side while I write SHC.

You are... or were one of the most famous yet mysterious characters in the 21st century pop-rock scene. 

It all started when you discovered your love for singing during an extended stay at a psychiatric hospital as a teen. Music became your motivator, and from then on, you knew the stage was where you belonged. Your friends agreed… and that is how your band came to be. After years of practice in your friend’s mother’s garage and cheap gigs at dingy bars, your journey to the top begins abruptly when you team up with a skilled manager.

It's a meteoric rise— until it isn’t. 

And now, a decade after your band has withdrawn from the public eye, you’ve accepted an interview by the acclaimed Groove Magazine. You and your former band members have agreed to give them the truth, the whole truth; as ugly as that might be. 

Follow the story of your band’s rise to fame (and eventual fall from grace)

Play as a pop-rock vocalist

Name your band and customize your music, lyrics and image

Handle the media, interactions with pushy fans and your own repressed thoughts and fears 

Romance your coolgirl-bassist, the childhood friend you cut out of your life, your absolutely insane guitarist, or your biggest fan/stalker

Give one hell of an interview

Inspiration: Daisy Jones and The Six, Fleetwood Mac

TW: themes of mental illness, substance abuse, death, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation and self-harm, unhealthy relationship dynamics

ROs:

Stevie McLaughlin, bassist (f) — “I suppose I was the sanest one in that bunch.”

She’s one of your oldest friends, and if you follow the clanking chain of cause and effect all the way back to the beginning, it is her you have to thank for your entire career. The band was her idea, after all. She’s level-headed, composed, and always there to talk you down when you need her. Sometimes, she acts more as your retainer than anything else…

Paul/Paulette Zima, lead singer & saxophonist (f/m selectable, trans) — “Trying to figure out where you know me from?”

Your band’s brand-new, second lead singer. Your manager says they’re going to give your music the kick it needs, that they’re the one missing ingredient to your success. You’re not entirely sure if you agree. Worse yet, you happen to know this person, and your time together didn’t end on a favorable note. They’re part of a past you would much rather forget. 

Angel Monsanto, guitarist (m) — “I was always going to make it big, with or without those guys. Only, I… I really wanted it to be with them.”

Your crazy but good-hearted guitarist. His passion for music borders on obsession, and he will stop at nothing to make a name for your band. Sadly, he’s very much of the conviction that all publicity is good publicity, which has encouraged him to pull some very questionable stunts in the past. 

Lincoln Saunders, groupie?? (f/m selectable) — “What can I say, I loved them. When they first walked out onto that stage, it felt like my heart was going to explode.”

Calling Lincoln a fan would be an understatement. Fanatic is more like it. You remember seeing them at your very first show, and you’ve continued to spot them at every venue you’ve played at since. You don’t know anything about them, and perhaps changing that would be a very bad idea. But maybe you still want to.

Others:

Fatima Shah (f), drummer — “I’m pretty sure they tried to make me disappear with their fog machine.”

After things didn’t work out with your original drummer, Fatima saved the day. She’s a sweetheart to you, but from what you’ve heard, she can be kind of a terrible person. Maybe it’s best to stay a little wary of her.

Kalena Graham (f), manager — “The first time I saw them… well, they kind of sucked. But I knew, I just knew, that they had what it takes to suck on an international level.”

Your band’s manager. You can’t believe how lucky you were to have caught her attention. She’s experienced, driven, well-regarded in the industry and… kind of mean.

Simon Young (m), reporter — “Start at the beginning. And then, don’t stop.”

The guy conducting the interview for Groove Magazine. He’s nice enough, if a little starstruck. It seems he has been waiting a long time for this.

[dividers by @thecutestgrotto]

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[everyonewooeverywhere]

below is a list of fics all with varying completion levels. none of these are guaranteed to ever be posted, but i'd love to put them here so everyone can get a little peak into my brain 🖤

🌸 - currently working on

💓 - starting soon

💞 - started but has a long way to go

🎀 - literally just a concept

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camaraderie: dolce & gabbana!san x model!reader 🎀

↳ haven't even started this one yet. but ever since 'short 'n sweet' dropped, "who's the cute guy in the white jacket" has just been d&g!san in my head (barry keoghan who?). and how could i pass up an opportunity to base a fic off of "come right on me. i mean camaraderie"

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out in the open: ex bf guitarist!hongjoong x fem!reader x new fling drummer!mingi 💞

↳ a part two to behind closed doors. i have many ideas for this, but i hate what i already have. so i need to scrap it and retry.

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untitled: ex's bff!yunho x fem!reader 💞

↳ another segment of obsession, but it's with yunho. and he has a major degradation kink. (this one will probably be a bit darker than most of my other stuff).

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untitled: ceo!jongho x sex worker!reader 💓

↳ an extended version of the jongho fic i wrote for my christmas event! i’m so obsessed with this concept so stay tuned!

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play fair: toxic bf!yunho x f!reader x best friend!soobin 💓

↳ baseball au (probably) where yunho and soobin play for rival teams. soobin has been in love with mc since they were children, but he keeps quiet because he knows that she doesn’t feel the same. but he can’t help but feel sick to his stomach when he sees her start dating yunho, the pitcher a team that soobin has come to hate. and yunho picks up on soobin’s feeling immediately so he’s always keen on rubbing it in his face that he got the girl soobin always dreamed of.

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more to be added soon...

and if you're ever particularly interested in any of these, feel free to let me know! it's much more fun to write something when i know people are excited about it.

[unfortunate-brat]

Pinky Brain | ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: that pinky brained guitarist is the worst and you thought he was kinda hot. yikes.

warnings: sukuna drinks just vodka, no ice. angst, petty grudges, hints of bathroom sex (not you though sorry), bathroom runs, geto mention !!, slight jealousy(?), annoyance, smoking, drinking. judgmental reader, you’re a slight germaphobe, slight revenge

word count: 1k

yazzy's comments: artwork by @/su2kuna , kinda liking this format more low-key. been a hot minute since I had writing mojo and as always it's when I have stuff to do. not proofread !!

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"they're a pretty good band no?" shoko questions, cigarette in hand as she leans against the bar table. they've only been playing for an hour but the crowd the band attracts only gets larger by the minute. "little bit of indie and rock, that's within your taste."

you simply shrug, watching as the girls in the crowd start to scream as the frontman leans down with the mic still in hand. it's unclear what song was being covered, but you doubt those girls even cared. "they're okay, helps that they're attractive looking." taking a sip of your drink, your eyes glance to the other band members.

a man with long black hair was on one of the guitars, fingers moving with ease to support the singer, adding in a few vocals here and there. both his ears sporting shiny purple gages and painted black nails, matching his buddy on the right with pink hair. this band member has a different guitar, your guess is something on the higher end of guitar center. the instruments alone there were an entire paycheck, if not 6 of them combined. "hold up, is that..." shoko squints her eyes, taking a better look at the drummer who's face was half covered by his long strands of blonde hair. "oh it's nanamin! i didn't know he was in this band." putting her cigarette out in the glass that still had whiskey, she reaches into her coat pocket for her phone. taking a little video before typing away on her screen. "he said a name but I couldn't remember, guess this is them." you don't really react as your focus was stuck onto the guitarist with pink hair. following his fingers as they pull the strings, tongue poking out between his lips as the beat goes faster. moving past his fingers, you see his beefy arms covered in various tattoos, some thick lines and others much smaller. a single circle on the middle of his shoulders, what they meant you weren't sure. but they looked good.

"hello, earth to you." shoko waves their hand in front of your face, wondering why you didn't really answer her question. it's obvious you're checking one of the band mates but the brunette can't tell who. "helloooo..."

with a small pinch, you hiss and turn to your friend. "okay sorry, kinda spaced out." not really but telling shoko you were eyeing a guitarist's fingers and arms wasn't a great idea. "yeah, anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through."

"right….anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through." shoko won’t really take no for an answer and you knew that.

“sure.” maybe you could look at the pink haired guitarist a little more. “i’m gonna grab another drink though.” the bartender who made your drink earlier was down the line and you preferred they did it over anyone else. plus you needed to close your tab.

walking towards the other side of the bar, you wait to be greeted by the blonde girl with a purple crop top. she’s assisting two people who looked to be underage practically, perhaps its their baby faces. your eyes catch the boy, he’s got the same hair color as one of the guitarists. maybe they were brothers?

shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of the guitarist away. why were you so obsessed anyways?

*

you currently sat on the couch with shoko as she talks to the band mates, who’s names you’ve learned to be gojo, geto and of course nanami. the frontman was gojo, who was really tall and hyper. geto was the black haired guitarist with the purple gages in his ears. leaving nanami, the blond haired drummer who still seemed to be out of breath from earlier. they were surprised to see shoko, as apparently she recognized the other two boys from grade school. small world.

you were only taking slow sips, stuck on what to do as shoko was speaking. finding yourself unusually quiet tonight despite the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

with a small excuse me, you left the green room the band was using to use the bathroom. having to walk across the stage floor and past big groups of people who were piss drunk. not that you were that far from that point either.

with a deep sigh, you push the door open to the women’s side only to hear loud moans coming from what sounded like a girl. not uncommon in bars but did they need to do that in a bathroom? are they not worried about the germs?

unfortunately you couldn’t wait to go home and use the restroom, so you opened an unoccupied stall to relieve yourself. doing your best to shut up the excess noises of skin slapping skin, followed by ridiculous moans a pornstar might be embarrassed by.

once finished, you used your shoe to push down the lever to flush the toilet, walking back out to wash your hands. eyes glancing at yourself in the mirror just as the stall door opened on the left. one girl struggling to walk back out and attempting to pull the straps of her dress back up. looking back down trying to hold back your disdain, you continue to scrub until someone clears their throat behind you.

glancing into the mirror your eyes spot the pink haired guitarist from earlier, taking a sip of what remained of his drink. and by judging the strong scent on his breath, it’s just straight vodka. “you couldn’t fucking hold it or something?” he grumbles.

“could say the same for you, after all this is a bathroom. not a brothel.” you dry your hands with some paper towels before rolling your eyes at the guy. sure there’s something sexy about being so needy and being obsessed with one another but you couldn’t picture doing it in a bathroom. not this one at least.

scoffing, he looks away before setting his glass on the counter beside you. if looks could kill, you’d be a goner already. “what a buzzkill. you jealous or something?”

you let out a small chuckle before brushing past him for the exit, unable to provide an answer. though your laugh alone makes the guy groan, gripping onto the same countertop you were just in front of. if he saw you again, you’d be dead meat.

*

fortunately he doesn’t have to wait for long as you happened to be at the same club he was just a week later. drink in hand and chatting away with his own bandmate, geto. that bastard. taking a sip of his drink, his eyes narrow down at how geto’s eyes never left your own. sitting a little too close to you and though he usually didn’t care much, the pink haired guitarist wanted to get even.

the only reason he and geto even came here was to enjoy the rock songs being played tonight. gave the guitarist more ideas of what songs they could cover next, so long as Gojo doesn’t whine about the vocal strain.

getting a glass of wine, he waits until you excuse yourself to leave. following close behind with the drink still in hand as you beeline for the bathroom. casually bumping into you and spilling the crimson liquid all over your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “you blind now or what?”

the only reason you wanted to leave was to touch up your make up but thanks to this douchebag, everything was ruined. without thinking, you slap him and walk away. forget returning back to geto and resuming the conversation about good hair products, you were leaving.

the cold is just as cruel as it nips at your exposed skin, blowing harsh breezes as you order an uber. perhaps the black skirt and tights weren’t such a great idea for tonight. but hey, your whole outfit came together with it pre wine spill thanks to pinky brain back in there. hell you still didn’t know his damn name.

arriving home felt the worst, tossing your purse somewhere and just peeling the wine stained clothes off your body. not even bothering to toss them into the washing machine as you entered the bathroom. wiping away the make up and the stench of the crimson liquid off yourself. pushing the thoughts of that guitarist out of your mind, who you hoped learned to not be such an asshole. though that was a stretch.

now cleaned up, your feet pad into the plush carpet of your bedroom. heading straight for the closet to pull out a new set of clothes. tomorrow you’d wash the wine off, for now you’d just doomscroll while brushing your hair out.

it was only ten pm tonight on this crummy friday night, posts on your feed of fellow friends who were out doing fun activities. one catches your eye, it’s geto and that same pink haired guitarist posing with some fans at the same club you just left.

your eyes fall to the caption, which was just all caps and various emojis. yet within it, you figure out what that asshole’s name was. sukuna.

well, at least you got a name now.

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[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER FIVE

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, late-night facetime calls, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash, cheol being a cutie

playlist: spotify

After the whirlwind that was Coachella, returning to Seoul felt almost surreal. The festival had been a massive success—HOT DIVISION’s performance was already blowing up online, clips of their set spreading across social media like wildfire. Fans, critics, and even other artists were praising them, calling it one of the best rock performances of the year.

But before diving back into the madness of the industry, the girls had one important stop to make.

Dinner at the Kang household.

Ms. Kang had insisted on it the moment she heard they were coming back. She had been supporting from afar, watching livestreams, keeping up with the news, and making sure Cheol—Sae-Byeok’s twelve-year-old brother—did his schoolwork while obsessively following his sister’s every move.

Now, gathered around the small but cozy dinner table, the energy was warm, filled with laughter and the kind of comfort that only home could bring.

"You guys killed it," Cheol said excitedly between bites of food. "Seriously, my friends won’t shut up about it. They keep asking me if I can get them tickets to your next show."

Ji-Yeong smirked. "Tell them we’ll consider it if they start a fan club in your honor."

Cheol lit up. "Wait, really?!"

"No," No-Eul deadpanned, making everyone laugh.

Ms. Kang smiled as she refilled everyone’s bowls. "I saw the performance online. You all looked amazing. I’m so proud of you."

Sae-Byeok, who had been mostly quiet, gave her mother a small, genuine smile. "Thanks, eomma."

Se-Mi leaned back, stretching. "It’s crazy how much attention we’re getting now. Feels like overnight, we went from ‘rising rock band’ to THE rock band."

Ji-Yeong grinned. "I mean, we are that good."

"Yeah, yeah," No-Eul muttered, rolling her eyes.

And then—

Ji-Yeong smirked knowingly. "Oh, speaking of new fans…"

You had just taken a sip of your drink when she said it, and something in her tone made you pause.

"You guys won’t believe this," Ji-Yeong continued, looking at Se-Mi and No-Eul. "Jisoo made a group chat for us."

You froze for just a second—just long enough for it to sting.

"A group chat?" you asked, forcing your voice to stay light. Casual.

"Yeah!" Se-Mi laughed. "She’s actually hilarious. She’s been sending us memes all day."

"And you didn’t add me?" you joked, smiling like it didn’t feel like a punch to the gut.

Ji-Yeong blinked. "Oh, shit. We didn’t, did we?"

Se-Mi shrugged. "Didn’t think you’d care. It’s just dumb stuff."

You waved it off, keeping your expression perfectly neutral. "Nah, it’s fine. I barely keep up with my messages anyway."

Sae-Byeok didn’t say anything.

Didn’t look at you.

Didn’t correct them.

And that hurt more than you wanted to admit.

After dinner, you insisted on helping Ms. Kang clean up. The others were still chatting in the living room, but you needed a moment—just a moment—to push down the sinking feeling in your chest.

As you rinsed dishes in the sink, you felt a presence next to you.

Cheol.

The little troublemaker had grabbed a towel and was drying plates with surprising focus for a twelve-year-old.

"You don’t have to help, you know," you said, giving him a small smile.

He shrugged. "Figured you could use the company."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And why’s that?"

He hesitated, then asked, "Are you okay?"

You stiffened.

He was twelve. How the hell was he this perceptive?

"Of course I am," you said easily, forcing a chuckle. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

Cheol gave you a very unimpressed look. "Because you got all weird when they started talking about Jisoo."

You almost dropped the plate.

"Cheol—"

"I mean, I get it," he continued, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. "She’s kinda stealing Sae-Byeok-noona’s attention, right?"

You swallowed hard. "Cheol—"

"And you like her."

Your heart stopped.

You turned to him, actually speechless, but Cheol just shrugged like it was obvious.

"I mean, it’s pretty clear," he said matter-of-factly. "I don’t know why no one else sees it."

You opened your mouth—then closed it.

What were you supposed to say?

Cheol sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Adults are so bad at talking about their feelings."

You let out a weak laugh, ruffling his hair to distract from the fact that your entire soul was currently malfunctioning.

"You’re too smart for your own good, you know that?" you muttered.

He grinned. "I know."

And as much as you wanted to deny it—to brush it off, to pretend none of this was getting to you—Cheol’s words lingered.

Dinner had settled into that comfortable post-meal haze—everyone lounging in the living room, sprawled across couches and chairs, half-full cups of tea resting on the table.

You had tried to stay engaged, really.

But it was hard when all the girls were glued to their phones, laughing at whatever Jisoo was sending in their group chat.

Ji-Yeong snorted. "No way she just said that."

Se-Mi cackled. "I swear, she’s funnier than you, Ji."

Ji-Yeong gasped, clutching her chest like she had been personally attacked. "How dare you."

No-Eul, who had been silently scrolling, smirked. "You walked into that one."

Even Sae-Byeok, who wasn’t the most expressive when it came to things like this, had a small amused smile on her face as she read whatever Jisoo had sent.

And you?

You were just… there.

You weren’t in the chat.

You weren’t part of the inside jokes.

You were just sitting on the edge of the couch, feeling like an outsider in a group you had been with since the beginning.

It wasn’t their fault.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You exhaled quietly, deciding it was probably time to head out.

"Alright," you said, standing up and stretching. "I should get going—"

"You wanna draw with me?"

You paused, turning to see Cheol looking up at you from the floor, where he had been quietly doodling in a sketchbook.

He held up an extra pencil.

"You don’t have to," he added quickly, like he didn’t want to pressure you. "But, like… it’s more fun with two people."

Something in your chest softened.

Here was this twelve-year-old kid—who could’ve easily gone to play video games or ignored you like most kids his age would—but instead, he noticed.

He saw you feeling left out.

And he was giving you a way back in.

You smiled, genuinely this time, and sat down on the floor next to him. "Alright, but only if we color too. No boring sketches."

Cheol grinned. "Deal."

Cheol had a surprising collection of colored pencils and markers, and soon, the two of you were deep into a ridiculous art session.

You had started drawing a cat, but somehow, it had turned into a superhero cat with sunglasses and a cape.

Cheol was drawing a rock band made up of aliens.

Every few minutes, you’d nudge each other’s arms, messing up lines on purpose, and burst into laughter.

It was silly.

It was fun.

And for the first time that night, you didn’t feel like you were on the outside looking in.

Unbeknownst to you, two people had noticed.

From across the room, Sae-Byeok had glanced up from her phone, her gaze lingering on you and Cheol.

She watched the way you smiled—really smiled—for the first time that night.

The way Cheol leaned into you, like he had claimed you as his favorite person in the room.

The way you weren’t paying attention to any of them anymore.

Sae-Byeok’s grip on her phone tightened slightly.

She wasn’t the only one who noticed.

No-Eul, ever observant, caught the look on Sae-Byeok’s face.

She didn’t say anything.

Just met Sae-Byeok’s gaze for a second—just long enough to acknowledge it.

Then, like nothing had happened, she went back to scrolling through her phone.

And Sae-Byeok?

She looked back at you again.

And this time, she really saw you.

And maybe—just maybe—she realized that she didn’t like seeing you find comfort somewhere else.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Omg omg pleaseeee more grumpy ii x sunshine reader 😭😭😭 I am OBSESSED (thanks to u)

Rain cloud

It’s one of those things where he’s not sure why and what is happening. Quite frankly II doesn’t even notice that he’s behaving any differently when it comes to you. To him, it feels as if nothing is out of the ordinary but it’s the look his friends are giving him that says otherwise. “You are a rainbow cloud with her”, iii points as the rest of the tokens nodding along. “Oh get lost you lot”, ii grunts. “No, see, have you heard him use a tone like this with her, ever?”, ivy chirps in too. “It’s because she knows what boundaries mean”, ii sighs, picking up his things. “Did you teach her your boundaries”, and it’s a death glare that iii is met with. “Don’t. You. Ever. Talk about her in that sense”, a warning finger is jabbed into iii chest and even if he is way taller than ii, the drummer looks scary. “Yeah, he’s in love”, Vessel sighs, making ii curse beneath his breath.

You however are pretty clueless to this too. Never really understanding why people call ii an old grump or a rain cloud. Yeah, he kept his expressions pretty cool but the hints of emotions were always there. A little smile, a cheeky smirk. And there was never really any sign of actual frustration in his eyes. When you don’t find him in his usual spot on a Friday evening when the band usually rehearsed you couldn’t help a slight frown yourself.

“Hey, Ivy”, you mutter, as the guitarist flashes you a bright smile, “Hey, sugar cakes”. “Have you seen ii?”, a knowing smile spreads over his face, “missing your boy?”, he teases making you roll your eyes. “He’s mopping outside they fought…ishh”, he sighs, “you know how he gets with iii”. You cross your arms over your chest, shooting him a glare. “Fine, we teased him a bit too much”, ivy admits. “Idiots”, you point a finger at him. “Helping the cards play out”, he winks walking away.

You slip outside with ease instantly spotting ii. His eyes are closed, head tilted to the sun. You tap a can of Red Bull onto his shoulder and his head instantly snaps to you. “I did hand them their asses back there”, you hook a thumb over your shoulder. The corner of his lips tilts upwards. “Want to tell me what happened?”, you mutter sitting on the chair close to him but ii just frowns, pulling at it till you sit right next to him and he’s pulling your legs over his lap.

“Sometimes I feel like they are teenagers not grown men”, ii sighs, cracking the can open. “Well… you fall into that category too at times”, you shrug making him roll his eyes. His fingers draw soft circles over your ankles. “It was about you”, he admits after a moment of silence. “Me?”, you shake your head.

“That’s I’m different when it comes to you”, he sighs, “soft and all”. You bite your lip to hide your smile, “Is that a bad thing?”, you ask. “No, I mean… I don’t feel different”, ii shrug. “well you don’t cuss me out”, you chuckle, making him snort, “well you never do anything to make me want to do that”. You reach out, brushing your fingers through his hair, “Just be you, I like that the most”. Ii’s met yours, “funny, I’m always me when I’m with you”, his blue eyes look right through you and for a moment you two just look at one another.

[leiswxrld]

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❥𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “Y/N look he keeps staring at you”

❥𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tom Kaulitz x Black fem reader

❥𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, P in V sex, Tom is 18+, protection( wrap before you tap) .

❥𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 788 words

❥𝐀/𝐍: Tom has been coming on my tt fyp and I’ve lately have been having an obsession over him he is so fine 👏🏾

🎧WHAT IS LOVE BBY DON’T HURT ME DON’T HURT ME NO MORE🎧

It was a Friday night and you were out partying with your friend, wearing a short Jean skirt, cropped shirt and the cleanest heels you could find in your shabby apartment. You were tipsy but not to the point where you’d vomit your guts out, you let the music control your body as your hips swayed to the beat, your friend catching your whines.

Unaware of the lingering eyes from across the bar, you take another shot of rum your teeth seething from the bitter taste, that lingered on your tongue. Your friend stopped moving and she looked beyond you into the distance with shocked eyes, you ignore it though too flustered out to even think why she was staring in that direction.

Continuing to grind on her she stops you and you give her a puzzled look. “Why the fuck did you stop me for ?” You asked, irritatedly. She comes towards my ear and whispers, “look behind you y/n he keeps staring over at you” you glance over to the direction she’s pointing at and she was correct. There sat Tom kaulitz, the guitarist of Tokio hotel who were the hottest thing right now, a ring of girls surrounded him but he seemed unbothered only paying attention to you.

“That’s Tom Kaulitz right why is he here” I shout into her ear, “Yes it is, I think they’re on tour they always come to clubs to hookup with girls” she slurs back and you nod. You didn’t want to be one of those girls that was only for a good fuck so you turned around and ignored him, continuing to whine on your friend.

Tom watched in awe as your hips swayed to the beat, your skirt hugged your waist and enhanced your curves, your top showing off your tits that we’re literally about to pop out. He witnesses your friend tell you something which made you turn around for only a minute before scoffing and resuming your dancing, if only that was him.

He contemplated his moves on whether he should pursue or not but he ended up standing up and walking toward you. “Y/N he’s coming over here” you friend shouts over the loud music and you roll your eyes turning around to see him just a few feet from you.

“Hey I’m Tom I noticed you from over there and I wanted to say hi” he said, shooting you his signature smirk as his eyes trailed from your legs upwards and stopped at your chest. “Hey my eyes are up here” you say crossing your arms.

“My bad sweetheart it’s hard to not admire a pretty thing such as yourself” he says licking his lips. Damn him for being so damn fine, “I’m pretty huh is that all you had to say because I already know I’m pretty” you say with a little sass in your voice.

He chuckles rubbing his neck, “Confident ey, I love that in a woman” he says and he looks at his phone. “Hey let’s get out of here what do you say” he shouts in your ear. You look at him and turn to your friend to see she’s busy making out with a guy.

“Come on now your friends busy why can’t we have a little fun” he says and puts out a hand and you accept it and he guides you out of the club and into his car. I mean if your friend is having fun why shouldn’t you?

“Fuck Tom” you yell out, sweat dripping down your forehead, lipstick smudged, skirt hiked up and the car windows fogged up. You were riding Tom in the driver seat as he thrusted up into you with low grunts and weak moans.

The idea of getting caught excited you as you felt your orgasm swirling in your stomach. Tom kissed you lips, his face flustered from the overstimulation from cumming twice earlier. You moaned gripping the car seat as your bounces became erratic, Toms grunts became more raspier and weaker as he was about to cum for the third time that night.

“Shit baby I’m gonna c-cum” his says his voice constraint, grabbing onto your hips and fucking into you at rabbit speed, making your eyes go up into your fucking skull. He took one last thrust before his warm cum shot up into your core and oozed out of your fucked out cunt.

You both breathed heavily from exhaustion as you pull away from him and sit in the passenger seat beside him. He looks at you giving you one last kiss before pulling up his trousers, before you could even pull down your skirt, a knock comes from the window.

It was Bill.

And he had seen Toms cum leaking out of you, Fuck.

Pt.2

[billiesbabygirleilish]

★Introduction★

Hii! My name is Giovanna but my little tumblr family can call me Gia!! i’m 18 and OBSESSED with Billie Eilish and Alec Benjamin.

Also i’m a HUGE yapper and oversharer so feel free to chit chat/message anytime!

★Masterlist★

Billie Eilish

Island Heat (smut)

Summary: You and Billie meet on Love Island and things get… interesting. 😏

Moonlit Moments (fluff)

Summary: Taking a bath with Billie and giving her the princess spa treatment she deserves. ✨

Midnight Makeouts (smut)

Summary: Making out in Billie’s childhood bedroom. Try not to get caught. 😚

Strings of Fate (fluff)

Summary: Billie’s guitarists falls ill, luckily you’re here to help her out… in more ways than one. 💋

Strings of Fate pt. 2 (smut)

Summary: After the party, things get heated with Billie. 😶‍🌫️

Royal Escape (fluff)

Summary: The princess of Wales abandons her post to start anew, and meets the love of her life along the way. 👑

Twists and Turns (fluff)

Summary: The day has finally arrived to bring your little one into the world! But no matter how prepared you are, things don’t always go according to plan… 🍼👼🏼

Virtual Vengeance (slight angst, mainly fluff)

Summary: Fans find out about you and Billie… turns out social media is a bitch 😔

Fractured Love (angst)

Summary: They know it, you know it, everyone knows it… your boyfriend is an abusive asshole. Good thing you’re close with the O’connells. (Claudia included) ⚠️

Beats and Bonds (fluff, comfort)

Summary: Being Billie’s older sister and drummer was a dream, but even the good comes with the bad. 👯‍♀️

Sweet Sorrow (fluff)

Summary: Even though you and Billie’s music styles contrast, she’s still your number one hype girl. 💕

Awkward Awakening (smut, fluff)

Summary: The morning after you and Billie did it, your curious baby girl has maaany questions. 😬

Sneaking Out (slight angst ig, fluff)

Summary: Billie’s teenage daughter seamlessly sneaks out in the middle of the night to drink at a party, but the paparazzi have other plans. 📸

-💙

[tearfallpixie]

Music of My Soul - Chapter 5: New Lineups

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“Good evening Denver!” Chris addressed the crowd as the lights came up over them. “You are on it today.” They all cheered even louder than they had been and I grinned from my place next to Vinny. “As you can see, our lineup is a bit different tonight. So let's do a reintroduction shall we?” There was another cheer. “On drums we have the fabulous fiery Vinny Mauro.” Vinny did a little trill on his kit and waved. “Justin Frankenstein Marrow gracing us on the bass.” Justin just made faces to the crowd and so did Ryan as he got introduced.

“Ryan Skiez Sitkowski on guitar. Ricky Horror Olson back on guitar.” Ricky played a little riff on his guitar and waved to the crowd as well. “And last but certainly not least our new permanent keyboardist, the beautiful Dakota Grace.” I smirked and played the opening notes to The Black Parade making the crowd cry out in shock and Ricky and Vinny burst out laughing. “Now thats just cruel.” Chris grinned. “I am your host Chris Motionless and we are Motionless in White. We love you guys!” He called as we started playing Slaughterhouse.

I watched as the boys danced around the stage and grinned. They were so lively. We moved onto another song and out of habit of the last few weeks I started singing on one of the bridges.

“No hope, no time. Can’t go back, can't rewind. I still belong to you.” My eyes went wide as I realized what I had done but in order to play it off, I kept going. “No hope, no time. Can't go back, can't rewind. You still belong to me.” We played the rest of the song and afterwards Ricky came up to me. “Ricky, I’m so sorry.”

“Don't be! We sounded amazing together.” He exclaimed. “Sing scoring with me too.”

“What? No!”

“Do it! Or I’ll make Chris make you.” He threatened with a smirk. I scowled and he jumped off the platform victoriously.

“The dawning of a new age. These aren't just notes on a page. These are the weapons of rebirth.” I sang once we reached the last song. “The dawning of a new age. Where we will take back the stage. And score the ending of the earth.” If possible it seemed the crowd was even more obsessed with that verse than before.

“What the fuck? That was insane! Your voices fit so well together.” Chris freaked out when we all got off stage.

“I told you she would give Rick a run for his money.” Vinny laughed, tapping me on the head with his drumstick.

“Are you ok sharing your parts?” Chris asked Ricky.

“With her? Hell yeah.” The guitarist confirmed.

“Cool. The fans loved it tonight.”

“You two should sing the cinematic version of Eternally Yours and have her sing.” Ricky smirked.

“Noe you’re just asking for trouble Olson.” Chris launched at him and I watched them tussle adoringly. I let out a giggle and both boys stopped and looked up at me.

“You’re adorable.” Ricky popped off and my cheeks went red. “I’m sorry! I didn't mean-”

“Ricky. It’s fine. Thank you.” I murmured. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek before going to take a quick shower.

~~~~

“Settle in. We’re in for a long drive.” Chris said as I stepped onto the bus. I groaned and dropped my bag at my bunk before returning to the front. Chris pulled me down on top of him and Ricky.

“Sorry.” I mumbled trying to squirm away.

“You’re fine.” He murmured, putting his arms on top of my legs and turning on The Office. I blushed for the millionth time that day because of the tattooed guitarist and decided to just settle in.

“You know the whole world will start speculating about your relationship now just by how you acted on stage right?” Justin teased from his spot on the other couch. I swore a hint of jealousy crossed Ricky's face but he didn't move so I just brushed it off.

“So what? Who I decide to date is my business.” Chris shrugged, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.

“They’ll probably be mostly upset by the fact that you and Rick didn't get back together.” Vinny popped off, not tearing his eyes away from his game. He was playing World of Warcraft on his laptop and I hadn't even realized he was listening.

“You two dated? That's news to me.” I smirked at the singer.

“Yeah, for a couple of years when he first joined the band.” Chris said guiltily, dropping his head so his bangs covered his face. I felt his muscles tense around my waist and I could tell he thought I wasn't going to be happy about that.

“What happened?”

“Devin fucked us all up mentally when we found out what he was saying so we took a break. I dated Gaia. Ricky found Jamie and we never really talked about it again.” He said. There was regret written all over their faces and they glanced at each other.

“I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.” Ricky mumbled.

“That you two are bi? No, why should it?” I asked.

“Because we used to sleep together.”

“And? He used to sleep with Gaia too but that's in the past.” I shrugged. Ricky seemed to relax and nodded before shoving my legs off of him and standing up.

“I’m tired. I’m going to go lay down.” He went down the hall before any of us could say anything and we all just watched him go.

“Do you think he’s ok?” I asked Chris, adjusting myself until I was sitting next to him.

“He said he was tired. Leave him be until we get to the hotel.” Chris murmured, kissing my temple.

“I forgot we were in a hotel tonight. Thank god. I need a bath.” There was resounding agreement from everyone in the lounge seeing as we had been on the bus for over a week now without proper beds.

[mah-t-wordblog]

hi first of all ur work is amazing like highly obsessed with chefs kiss! if ur willing too can u do a lee luka and ler adrien with raspberries? tysm if u do!! ❤️❤️

Ohhh thanks, there it is, I hope u like it!!!! 💛💛

When I was a baby…

Lee: Luka Couffaine

Ler: Adrien Agreste

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: Adrien x Luka

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Adrien was lying on his boyfriend’s, Luka, lap, they were watching the news on tv, but they weren't even paying attention

The conversation was very interesting

“When I was little, my mom used to call me “little rockstar”“ Luka said smiling

“That's amazing! I don't remember any affectionate nicknames from my parents…” Adrien thought

“None?”

“Oh! I remember! My mother called me “gift”, because I was the greatest gift of her life”

“How beautiful, Adrien”

“I don’t remember many things about my parents when I was little…”

“I’m sure there’s some memory inside your head” Luka poked the other’s head in a sign of affection

“Hm… do you remember anything?” Adrien stared at him, with a look of wonder as if Luka was going to say something super interesting and important

“My mother really liked to blow raspberries at me and my sister”

“Oh, raspberries, huh? Did you like them?”

“I don’t remember. I think… a little?” Luka laughed, Adrien stood up a little

“I’m sure you were so cute! Oh, I’d like to see!”

“Too bad we can’t go back in time” what a shame, none of them had the rabbit miraculous

Adrien thought and had an idea

“But we don’t need to go back in time”

The two stared at each other

“No-“

“Yes” Adrien smiled

“Adrien, my love-“ Luka started to move away a little

But unfortunately the guitarist couldn’t get away, Adrien jumped on top of him and lay on his lap, his hands were quick and soon lifted Luka’s shirt

And as expected, Adrien let out a raspberry

Luka started to laugh, but it wasn’t low, it was a very loud laugh for Luka’s level

“AHAHAHADRIEHEHEN”

“My baby~” the blond said, the other tried to push his head, but he was trying hard to keep it in place

“So that’s how you were? So~ cute~”

“PLEHEHEAHASEHE BAHABEHE” Luka covered his face, that was very embarrassing for him

When he was little, his mother knew that this was a super weak spot of his, so she always tickled him there, but Adrien didn't know yet

“I'll remember this forever!”

“NOHOHOHO”

“Yes!” Adrien released one last deadly raspberry and stood up, giving his boyfriend a light kiss on the lips

“You were so cute”

“I think so, my gift”

Adrien's eyes shone, he remembered his mother and was extremely happy, and even more in love

The blond went back to lying on his boyfriend's lap and then they started talking about the most diverse subjects

While Adrien was more talkative, Luka listened attentively, lovingly braiding his boyfriend's blond hair and taking care of him as if he had become a baby again

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

—

Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got a cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

—

Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

—

Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

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THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

[korkietism]

Tokoyami’s middle school friend group. Also known as upcoming band, Skull Bowl Full of Soup.

Yuki Asano • he/they • ocd haver • bisexual • grayromantic

-lead singer and guitarist of the group (can play electric and acoustic. He also can work a DJ station like you wouldn’t believe

- deaf w/ hearing aids. Uses JSL and ASL. He can speak verbally but rarely does so. Usually just for singing. Deaf from birth.

- met Fumikage in kindergarten. Both of them had skin picking problems so were pushed to be friends. It worked out well though. The two, Fumi as the weird autistic bird kid with scary eyes and a demon who was way friendlier than him that could solo a building, and Yuki, a little girl who didn’t speak and hit and yelled at other children, who both anxiously picked at their skin, became fast friends due to ostracism from everyone else.

- has OCD, though his obsessions and compulsions are highly focused on contamination and germs among other things. For high school he goes to an adaptive school that has biweekly attendance and focused learning groups. It’s accommodated his mental health and his teachers all know ASL or JSL. He’s much happier this way. As good as it was that he met his friends through the public school system, it was killing him.

- obsessed with religious imagery. Very fond of biblically accurate angels and sin and rings of hell and mythology and such

- never wanted to do hero work or anything. He thinks hero’s are overrated but that Fumi will be different and become his favourite hero.

- he doesn’t care about quirks all that much either. He has very weak telekinesis and uses it almost entirely on small items. (Usually his phone so it doesn’t crack)

- all the SBFS members write lyrics and songs for the band to play though it’s mostly Yuki and Fumi. Stella and Shin prefer to convey their feelings through instruments.

- the most confrontational of the 4. He has the most metaphorical balls.

Stella Kuroiwa • she/her • queer • transfemme

- drummer of the group. She is absolutely wild on the drums. She is also good with any special effects.

- heteromorph like yami. She has a moth mutation which means she has big ol buggy eyes, these weird pointed yet tuft ears, antennae, and a velvety slight layer of fur to her skin. (Like those littlest pet shops. The fuzzy ones.)

- I am inbetween giving her two pairs of arms. I’m still unsure.

- her quirk is called firefly. She can create fireflies made of light though she must absorb direct sunlight or moonlight to do so. If she doesn’t, she can’t use it.

- she’s very anxious. Her sexuality + gender coming out was very hard on her. Coming to terms with herself was a process

- she’s sweet. Though also very silly. She’s really funny and affectionate with those she loves. Though on the outside she’s very avoidant. School is hard for her. She’s okay academically though avoids social things and sports like the plague. Probably does pottery or something. Needs to go to one of those break shit rooms.

- met yuki and Tokoyami in 6th grade. They were probably in the same gym class. None of them ever brought their gym clothes for fear of the change rooms + dysphoria + dysmorphia + insecurity so they were benched together.

- sleeby. Caring. Probably the tallest of the group. Though generally close to Yuki in height.

- now goes to the same school as Shin though they’re not in the same classes very much. It’s the school yami would’ve went to if UA hadn’t worked.

Yushin Tomioka • he/him • gay

- shin my boy. He’s.. so repressed

- probably the most level headed of the group. He keeps the 3 out of trouble

- really smart

- he’s an artist! Super fond of grungy lineart and symbolism. He’s working to be a tattoo artist, though generally has an interest in body mods.

- his quirk is called utensil. He can turn the tip of any of his fingers into a utensil (fork, spoon, knife, screwdriver, pen, pencil, etc) though if he does more than one at a time it uses his energy and makes him feel fatigued.

- gets along with the group well. Probably had a mild crush on Yami for a bit.

- he found solace in the goth alt sort of style. Former gifted kid with perfect grades and everything. He still has good grades but his parents are not at all happy that he isn’t becoming a doctor.

- pianist of the group. He uses a cool keyboard he bought himself. Was forced into piano lessons as a child. Has reclaimed it by playing amazing songs + video game music covers on his keyboard.

- call him shin. No one calls him Yushin. Or Tomioka.

-probably aroacespec but he doesn’t want to think about that rn

- same school as Stella. He’s good in school though he keeps to himself

-the outgrown buzzcut stays. He doesn’t want long hair for awhile.

-he’s shorter than yami by a bit.

-probably wants lip piercings

That is it for now. Ask questions. I will answer. Or ask them questions and they will answer. Yami included. The yamiverse expands one day at a time.

[unfortunate-brat]

guitarist!sukuna rambling as i’m also writing a separate imagine about him. kinda exists in the same universe as pinky brain. not proofread!!

18+, ageless or minor accounts will be blocked !!

i feel like guitarist!sukuna would not admit he’s in love, but no one else can have you.

he’d write his songs after you fall asleep, most likely after he’s fucked you six ways to sunday

some of these songs aren’t ballads or ones most people would enjoy. they’re raw, filled with underlying obsession to have the muse trapped in their world forever. it’s of yearning, an attempt to make the listener feel each word and be hypnotized into thinking the same.

examples of such are angel by massive attack, tear you apart by she wants revenge or closer by nine inch nails

guitarist!sukuna doesn’t care for all the romantic shit but he knows you’re better off with him. who else was gonna make you feel good with just their fingers? who would mark you up with the nastiest and ugliest looking hickies known to man kind? see you attempt to walk after cumming three times under two hours and laugh the whole time?

guitarist!sukuna doesn’t really care about the aftercare either, which you didn’t mind for at first but that will start to make things more strained later on.

with guitarist!sukuna it’s always music, music, music. that’s what comes first, how else is he gonna get out of his financial shit hole? how is he gonna send little yuiji to college? who’s gonna make sure the brat has everything he needs?

now back to guitarist!sukuna and your…arrangement. it started when he you caught him screwing some girl in the bathroom. after that it’s every visit to the club that you find him doing the same thing every time. though the girls range from blonde, red headed and ginger to more who look similar to you.

it’s only when you have enough liquid courage one night do you drag the bitch off him and kiss him. not really caring if she was being a pain in the ass in the background or had her lipstick all over sukuna’s lips. that night was about scratching an itch. though just how many times that would happen would be far too many to count.

the only reason why you guys fall out is because guitarist!sukuna heard you whisper i love you in your sleep and it scared him. love? there’s no way that you were turning into every fan girl that he used to fuck. this was just scratching each other’s backs. yeah he enjoyed your company and you were his muse for every song but to enter into a romantic relationship with you? hell no. he didn’t have time for that.

it was raining hard that night when he kicked you out, shutting the door as you pounded on the wood to be let back in. unsure of what you even did to him. and though guitarist!sukuna tries hooking up with someone new the next night, he can’t help but miss you deep down. this new chick didn’t know what he liked, or how he was picky with getting a blow job or the amount of talking during sex.

usually he fucked in missionary but guitarist!sukuna found it easier to push her down on all fours. forcing her face to be covered in the pillows you were sleeping on less than twenty four hours ago. your scent no longer there as this chick’s cheap perfume overpowered the one you liked to wear. if he closed his eyes, he can pretend it was you.

feedback is appreciated, along with reblogs. do not steal/copy or repost my work anywhere else!! it ruins the fanfic community!!

[lemoncrushh]

Wild Horses - Two

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

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“Same hurt in every heart, same trailer, different park…” - Kacey Musgraves; Merry Go ‘Round

“You’re joking, right?” asked Brendan. “We just drove all the way to Nashville for nothing?”

“Not for nothing,” Amber shook her head. “We played a festival. That’s huge, Bren.”

Amber knew it had been a mistake not to tell them they weren’t getting paid for the gig. Her bassist scoffed just as her guitarist interjected.

“She’s right, bro,” said Johnny. “At this point, exposure is more important than how much money we made.”

“But we didn’t make any money!” exclaimed Brendan.

“Enough!” shouted Carter, banging his fists on the table. The entire band stared at him, wide-eyed. “It’s already over and done. We got to play a major gig. You got your own fucking hotel room. Now let’s move on and shut the fuck up about it!”

Amber cleared her throat, nervous to say anything else.

“Um...yeah. Let’s just...move on.”

The band was just outside of St. Louis, on their way to Kansas City. It was roughly an eight hour drive from Nashville, and they probably could have made it in one day. But with having a gig the next evening, they’d decided to break up the trip, leaving the festival after they’d played and spending the night along the way.

Grateful for a little silence, Amber finished her BLT and fruit bowl while the boys all scrolled through their phones, an occasional snort or grunt coming from each of them. She thought briefly about Harry Styles and how he’d been so kind to her earlier that day, rooting her on before she’d stepped out onto the stage, and staying for their entire set. Just before their last song, she’d turned, grabbing her guitar for the acoustic number and catching his eye as he watched from behind the equipment. He was clapping, his arms raised above his head, a huge grin on his face. She couldn’t help but feel the spark of electricity jolt through her veins as he lowered his arms and gave her a thumbs up. She felt like she played the final song the best she ever had, whether or not her bandmates noticed.

She really wished she could have stayed and seen his set. She was a fan of his, always had been, the music lover she was. She credited Faith for the One Direction introduction in her early teens as they’d argued over who was the cutest, but eventually it was more about the music for Amber, even after Faith had moved on to new obsessions.

She wondered how Faith was. It had been a while since she’d heard from her. She made a quick mental note to text her later before she wiped her hands on her napkin and rose from the table.

“You guys can stay if you like,” she announced to the boys. “I’m heading back to my room.”

Brendan and Johnny each gave nods and waves, but Carter watched her with questioning eyes as she made her way to the exit. Then dropping a couple ones on the table, he stood up so quickly, he knocked it with his knee, nearly making the drinks spill.

“Hey, watch it!” yelped Brendan.

“Sorry,” Carter breathed. “I’m gonna turn in, too.”

“Turn in?” Brendan looked at his watch. “It’s 8:30.”

“I know, but...I need a shower and...I could use a good night’s sleep.”

Running a hand through his hair, Carter turned for the door, stopping when he heard Brendan mutter under his breath.

“Could use some pussy is what you mean. Good luck with that.”

With a huff, Carter pushed open the door hard, making it rattle. He didn’t feel like taking any more of Brendan’s shit. Crossing the parking lot with a jog, he called out to Amber just before she reached her room. Looking over her shoulder, she slowed her pace before stopping. Carter caught up with her, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Amber made a face, lifting her hand to show her room key. “Um...going inside.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her shoulders dropping, Amber let out a loud sigh. “Yes.”

Carter raised his brow, hopeful. “Yes?”

“I mean, yes, I mind,” Amber said firmly. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sounds good to me,” he smirked, stepping closer to her.

Amber held out her hand to stop him, pressing it against his chest. “Carter...no. I told you, we’re not going there anymore.”

“C’mon, Ambs, we used to have such a good time. It was fun. Why can’t we have that again?”

“It was fun when I drank so much, I woke up puking? It was fun passing out so hard you had to pour water on my face to wake me up at all? Sounds like a fucking blast.”

Amber turned towards her motel room door, slipping the key inside.

“That’s not what I mean,” Carter said softly. “I’m talking about the other stuff.”

Pushing the door open, Amber stood just over the threshold, leaning against the frame.

“That’s just sex Carter,” she said before closing the door in his face.

Amber wouldn’t really call Faith her best friend. Her mother said she was a cousin, but Amber figured she was so far removed that she barely even counted as one. She’d grown up with Faith, however, her family’s trailer next door to hers. She was two years older and knew more about Amber than anyone, so that probably made her as good a friend as any, if not her only friend.

“Hurry up,” groaned Amber as she kicked her cowboy boot against the trailer steps.

“I’m coming, I can’t find my...oh, thank God, there it is.”

“What?” asked Amber as Faith shut the door behind her.

“Huh?”

“What couldn’t you find?”

“Oh...nothing,” Faith answered sheepishly, her dark hair blowing in the breeze. She wore far too much makeup as far as Amber was concerned, but otherwise she thought she looked pretty in her floral sundress. She had the kind of body Amber envied, and she was always quickly surrounded by boys at any social event. She knew tonight would be no exception.

“You’re sure it’s okay that I tag along?” asked Faith as they made their way to her truck.

“I told you, it’s just a party,” replied Amber, climbing into the passenger seat. “Some guy at school I barely even know. Nobody’s gonna care if you tag along. Besides, you’re my ride.”

Faith gave her younger cousin a smirk and shifted the truck into reverse, backing out of the gravel parking space.

“So you don’t really know this boy, but is anyone else you know gonna be there?” asked Faith once they were down the road.

Amber shrugged. “I’m not sure. Some girls in my English class mentioned it. And Lisa Durham said she’ll probably go.”

Faith scoffed. “That’s not what I mean, Amber. Who cares about them? I mean cute boys.”

Amber made a face, rolling her eyes. “Is that all you care about?”

“When it comes to a party, yes.”

“I don’t even know if it’s that kind of party,” muttered Amber. “I mean, there will be guys there, but...I’m not sure about alcohol. We are a bunch of sophomores, you know.”

“Oh sweetie,” Faith shook her head. “Where there’s guys...there’s alcohol.”

Amber folded her arms across her chest. She hated when Faith called her sweetie. She may have only been fifteen, but she wasn’t stupid. Faith liked to take advantage of her two years a little too much, and it irked Amber to the core.

“Well, if you decide you’re bored with no Senior boys there, let me know. I’ll be by the lemonade.”

Faith side-eyed Amber, knowing a dig when she heard one.

“Is this where I turn?” she asked a mile up the road.

“Uh, yeah.”

As they turned onto the street that lead them into a subdivision, Amber gasped. The entire street was filled with cars parked along the curb. She could already hear music before they even found the house.

“Looks like a party to me!” exclaimed Faith when she found a spot to park. Then she looked at Amber with a toothy grin. “Text me if we get separated and you need me.”

“As if you’ll even reply,” Amber mumbled as she climbed out of the truck.

Harry sat cross-legged at the long table, leaning back in his chair. He watched the faces of the men across from him, knowing their reactions were bound to be less than pleased.

“She’s a country artist, Harry,” argued Tommy. “How does that fit in with you and your fans?”

Harry shrugged. “She’s good. She’s young, but she’s solid. She’s got a fantastic band.”

“There’s no doubt she’s got talent, H,” Jeffrey agreed. “But I thought we were going with someone a little more well-known.”

“I changed my mind,” Harry remarked. “I like this girl. I think she’s got something. And I’d like to be the one to help her get the exposure she deserves. Besides...I don’t think my fans are interested in just one type of music. I like to think they’re more open-minded than that.”

“Good point,” Jeff nodded. He leaned back in his chair, looking between Harry and Tommy who let out a reluctant sigh. “Alright, H. We trust your judgment. Let’s give her a shot.”

The gig in Kansas City had been a decent one. It was in a dive bar, something the band was all too familiar with, but the crowd had seemed to grow since the last one. Radio had been playing their single more, and Amber figured the festival in Nashville had helped as well. One guy in a cowboy hat had been buying Amber drinks all night, and by the end, she was feeling pretty good.

“Thank y’all,” she beamed as the audience cheered.

Taking a long swig from her water bottle, she stepped off the stage. The cowboy made a beeline towards her, stopping her before she reached the backstage door.

“One more drink, darlin’?” he offered, his eyes gazing down her body.

She smiled at him, knowing he had other things in mind than just one more drink. “I think I’ve had enough but thank you.”

“Aw, c’mon, just one. For the road.”

“You heard her, bro, she said she’d had enough.”

Amber turned to see Carter standing behind her, his eyes blazing as he glared at the cowboy.

“What the heck do you know about it, bro?” he mocked, getting into Carter’s personal space. “You her daddy?”

Carter moved slightly, barely making the cowboy flinch. Amber stopped him with her hand on his arm.

“Carter,” she muttered, shaking her head. “It’s okay.”

He stared at her blankly as she grinned back at the other guy. “Maybe one more drink would be nice.”

The cowboy smiled triumphantly as he turned for the bar and Amber followed, leaving Carter dumbfounded and cursing under his breath.

“What was that about?” asked Johnny as he stepped off the stage, his guitar slung over his shoulder.

“Did you see that shit?” Carter turned. “Fucker’s trying to get into her pants.”

“Dude…” Brendan shook his head with exasperation. “Let it go.”

Walking past the other two boys, he opened the backstage door. Dropping onto the worn-out couch, he ran his hand through his hair.

“What’s with you?” asked Carter as he followed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Nothing, man. It’s just some guy buying her drinks. You need to get used to it.”

“Why should I?”

Brendan chuckled. “Because...she’s a good looking girl. She’s twenty-one. She’s got the voice of an angel. She’s gonna have guys coming on to her.”

Johnny stepped around Carter, leaning his guitar against the wall before sitting down next to Brendan.

“He’s right, man. Whatever you guys had...it’s over.”

“She told you?” Carter glared.

“No. She told you. I just happened to hear it.”

Carter scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “She told me just last night she didn’t wanna get drunk anymore, but yet here she is getting drunk with that asshole.”

“Carter, man…” Brendan added with a sigh as he rose from the sofa. “You think you’re the only asshole who’s trying to get into her pants?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carter shot at him. Crossing the room, he pushed the bass player in the chest, pinning him against the wall. Then with his fist in the air and quick breaths, he stared him down, ready to throw the first punch.

“Jesus, Carter, let him go, man!” shouted Johnny.

“Not until he tells me what he fucking means!”

“Carter, seriously dude, get a trip!” cried Brendan, trying his best to break free. “I’m on your side!”

“Doesn’t fucking sound like it!”

“Carter!” Johnny yelled again as he managed to grab the drummer’s fist.

“What the hell is going on?” another voice sounded. All three boys froze as their singer entered the room. “Carter!”

Carter slowly released his grip on Brendan’s shirt, stepping back. Johnny let go of his arm and cleared his throat.

“Sorry you had to see that, Amber,” he said sheepishly.

“See what exactly?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” Carter shook his head. “Just...a little argument...got out of hand. It’s alright now.”

Amber eyed Brendan who was straightening his shirt. “You sure? Brendan?”

“Oh, um, yeah…” he nodded meekly, giving her a weak reassurance as he looked between her and Carter. “It’s...it’s fine.”

Dropping her shoulders, Amber rolled her eyes and turned back for the door. “We need to start loading up. That is, if you guys can handle it without clawing at each other and acting like babies.”

“Yeah, sure,” muttered Brendan, following her back out to the stage, but not before he gave Carter a serious go-to-hell look.

The band made it back to Amber’s hometown of Perry, Georgia three days later, stopping for one more gig on the way in Alabama. Amber and the boys had been a little perturbed with their road manager, Joel Burkus, before they’d left, wondering why in Sam hell they had several shows in Georgia and the Carolinas, another in Kansas City and finally in Mobile, with nothing in between. At least their last short road tour had been consistent, the stops after only a few hours of travel time.

“We’re trying to make it here, Joel,” remarked Brendan. “Not spending our lives driving here, there and yonder!”

Mr. Burkus had assured them he was trying their best to book them more gigs, but insisted that he wasn’t going to waste time with people who said they’d never heard of them. The band called bullshit, though at that point, there wasn’t much they could do about their manager, and they would just need to settle it after their shows.

It had actually been Amber who’d gotten them a spot at the Nashville festival. Though it had only been one gig, and they’d played for room and board only, she hoped she could continue to book them for more shows that would get them the same kind of exposure, and eventually say goodbye to Mr. Burkus.

“Home sweet home,” Carter announced as he pulled into the gravel driveway next to Amber’s trailer, having already dropped off Brendan and Johnny.

“Hmm,” Amber sounded, gazing out of the window. “Hardly much of a home anymore.”

“Why do you say that?”

Amber turned to look at Carter with a shrug. “I guess I just feel like...since I left, this isn’t really my home anymore. It’s my mom’s and Laci’s. I just come to visit.”

“But isn’t that what you wanted?” asked Carter. “I mean...you still want to make it, right?”

“Yes, of course. I’m not really sad. Just...nostalgic.”

“If you say so,” Carter said with a smirk.

Amber knew he wasn’t being facetious. He just didn’t get it. He grew up with money, his parents had a big house in Macon. He had his own place in another nearby town and up until the band decided to go on the road for the first time, he’d had a good job. The van was even his, though Amber had a feeling his parents had helped him out.

“Well, see ya later,” she said, reaching for the door handle.

“Amber,” Carter muttered, stopping her with his hand on her arm. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for before.”

Amber blinked. “For what exactly?”

“For being an asshole. I kept hoping you’d change your mind about us. And when you didn’t...when you let that guy buy you drinks...I guess I was jealous.”

“Is that why you looked like you were about to punch Brendan’s lights out when I walked in?”

“Yeah.”

“And why you huffed and puffed the entire time we were loading up the van?”

“Yeah.”

“And why you basically gave me the silent treatment all the next day?”

“Yes, Amber, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Carter…” she sighed, looking down at her lap. She thought for a moment, gathering her next words. Then lifting her head, she looked him in the eye. “If you want to be in a band with me...if you still want to be my drummer, I would absolutely love that. You’re amazingly talented, and I truly believe you’re a good person. But you need to let go of these feelings you have for me.”

“Amb-”

“No,” she shook her head, holding her hand up. “Get one thing straight, Carter. What we had...or, what we used to do together...that’s over. I didn’t like the person I was then. I’m trying to get better. I’m not even close yet, I know. But I can’t ever get there if I keep turning back and going down that road.”

“But you said you didn’t wanna drink anymore, and you were drinking with…”

“Stop, Carter. This isn’t about you anymore. Yeah, I had a few drinks, but I didn’t get so wasted, I passed out. I knew my limits. Maybe I shouldn’t have let the guy buy me any drinks, but that’s not for you to decide. Do you get that? I have to make my own decisions. And my decision right now is that you’re my drummer...and my friend...but nothing else. Okay?”

With his jaw set, Carter licked his lips. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Amber nodded curtly before sliding out of the van. Carter jumped out as well, rounding the bumper to open the back. He grabbed Amber’s guitar while she slung her bag over her shoulder.

“I’ll call you if something comes up,” she said.

“Sure.”

As soon as he slammed the door shut, Carter returned behind the wheel and peeled out of the driveway, his tires spinning and leaving dust behind. With a sigh, Amber turned and climbed the steps to her mother’s trailer, knocking on the screen door.

“You silly goose, why’d you knock?” called Pauline as soon as she opened the door. When Amber set down her things inside, mother pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, rocking her side to side. “Oh, I missed you.”

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Amber remarked with a grin.

“Longer than last time, and not as long as the next, so let me get used to saying it.”

The sound of little feet made Amber turn around, and with her arms open wide, she lifted Laci onto her hip.

“What have you been doing, little ballerina?” she asked her, her eyes already welling up with tears.

“Playing!”

“Playing what?”

“Pony and princess!”

“Of course you were,” Amber beamed before placing a tiny kiss on Laci’s tiny nose.

“Her teacher says she’s gotten really good at her A-B-C’s,” conveyed Pauline.

“Really? Let’s hear it! Will you sing with me?”

Laci began her alphabet song, both Amber and Pauline helping when needed. When they reached the end, “next time won’t you sing with me”, Amber twirled Laci around, dropping her onto her back on the sofa and tickling her sides.

“I hear Faith’s coming to town this weekend,” said Pauline when the girls had taken a breath.

“Really? I tried texting her the other day, but she didn’t reply.”

“Maybe she’s busy. She’s gotten a new job in Savannah.”

“Oh, she’s not at the salon anymore?” asked Amber, recalling Faith’s long-time job since she moved away two years ago.

“No she’s still at a salon, just a different one. Margaret said she likes it much better. It’s downtown.”

“Good for her,” Amber remarked.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out, Amber noticed an unknown number on the screen, one that had phoned a few times in the last couple days. Curious, and ready to give whomever was on the other line a piece of her mind, she decided to answer this time.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Amber Crosby?” the voice asked. A male voice.

“Maybe. Who’s asking?”

“Hi, Ms. Crosby. This is Jeffrey Azoff from Full Stop Management. How are you today?”

“Um...I’m fine,” she answered hesitantly. Giving Pauline a gesture, she took the phone to her bedroom down the hall. “How are you?”

“I’m great. But I must say, you’re a difficult woman to get a hold of.” Jeffrey let out a low chuckle, though Amber noted a slight tone of annoyance. Though the name sounded familiar, she couldn’t quite pinpoint where she’d heard it before.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Azoff,” she said. “I’ve been...out of town and I don’t always answer my phone...especially to a number I don’t recognize.”

“I understand. I also tried contacting your manager...a Mr. Joel Burkus?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Unfortunately he’s not answering any of my calls. But because this is your private number, I felt it best not to discuss business with your voicemail.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Azoff?” Amber questioned.

“Jeff, please.”

“Jeff. What exactly is this regarding?”

“Oh, pardon me. I suppose I should get to the point. I represent Harry Styles. I understand you and your band performed at the Nashville Summertime Festival?”

Jeffrey Azoff. Of course, Amber thought. He was Harry’s manager.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, Harry told me he liked what he heard from you,” said Jeff. “We sat together and he played me some of your music, and I can see why he said that.”

“Oh,” Amber sounded, already feeling her cheeks getting warm. “Thank you. I’m flattered.”

“I know it’s a bit unorthodox, and a little last minute, but Harry has made it his mission to get you to be his opening act for the American leg of his tour.”

“Are you serious?” Amber blurted, unable to control the word vomit.

Jeffrey chuckled. “Dead serious, Ms. Crosby. In fact, Harry would like to speak with you about it on the phone as well. That is, after you’ve accepted, of course.”

“Oh my God!”

“I will give you some time to think about it,” offered Jeffrey. “And discuss it with your band. But Harry wishes to talk to you personally before the end of the weekend.”

“Okay,” Amber managed to breathe.

“Would you mind if I pass your number on to him?”

“Oh! Oh, of course, yes, that’s fine. I’d love to talk to him, too.”

“Good,” Jeff said with a smile in his voice. “I really hope we can work something out between us. Which reminds me. Ms. Crosby, how satisfied are you with your current management?”

Amber sat down on her bed for the first time since entering her room.

“To tell you the truth, Mr….um Jeff, things are...rocky to put it mildly.”

“I see. Well, after you speak with Harry, I’d be happy to have another chat with you. How does that sound?”

“Yes, sir, that sounds great.”

“Please, Amber, call me Jeff,” he insisted.

“Amber!” Pauline called from the living room. “We have company!”

Amber laid her guitar she’d been playing on the bed and combed her fingers through her hair. “Company” usually meant family or one of Pauline’s friends. The only other people who ever came by were her bandmates, and she’d just met with them the day before at Johnny’s apartment. She’d told them about her phone conversation with Jeffrey Azoff, and though they were a bit apprehensive about performing in front of a large crowd of mostly young women who were only there for a certain ex-boybander, they were ecstatic to have a legitimate gig, a touring gig. She had yet to hear from Harry himself, but Jeff had said he’d call before Sunday night, and it was only Saturday.

Making her way down the hall, she heard an all-too familiar voice, and as she rounded the corner she caught sight of the dark hair.

“Faith!”

Setting down Laci whom she’d been holding, her cousin stepped forward and gave her a hug.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve missed you,” she declared in her ear.

“Me too,” said Amber, letting the sweetie remark slide this once. “How’s Savannah?”

“Ah-ma-zing!” exclaimed Faith. “You should totally move there, Ambs.”

“Um...can’t,” she shoved her hands in her pockets. “I sort of live on the road now?”

“Oh right. The music thing. How’s that going?” Faith sat down on the couch next to Pauline, pushing her long hair off her shoulders.

“Pretty good, actually?” she wasn’t sure why all her points were coming out as questions, but she’d forgotten how obtuse Faith could be. “I have a song on the radio. It just made the top twenty.”

“No shit? How about that. Sorry, I hardly ever listen to the radio anymore.”

Unable to hide her disgust, Amber crossed her arms and turned for the kitchen, rolling her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to tell her?” asked Pauline.

“Tell me what?” urged Faith.

Amber grabbed a banana from the counter and eyed her mother with a piercing glare. But she seemed oblivious.

“She might be going on tour with Harry Styles!” cheered Pauline.

“Mom!”

“What?”

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Faith gasped.

“It’s not set in stone yet,” explained Amber. “But I’ve been talking to him and his manager.” She figured Faith didn’t need to know all the details.

“But I thought you sang country music. He was in a pop band.”

“Apparently he likes my style,” Amber couldn’t help but jab with a wink before she took a bite from her banana.

“Well shit!” said Faith, throwing her hands up. “Who knew?”

She’d missed his call. She wanted to kick herself. It was another unknown number displayed on her phone, but Amber knew it was him.

Not wanting to spend the rest of the evening making herself sick over it, she tried her best to focus on her music, on a new song she’d been writing. After an hour or so, it wasn’t working, so she put down her guitar and went into Laci’s room. She sat on the floor coloring in a book.

“That’s so pretty!” she exclaimed, pointing at the picture.

“Butterfly!” declared Laci.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful butterfly.”

Laci rose from the floor and began flapping her arms, pretending to fly. Once she decided she was tuckered out, she plopped herself back down next to Amber. Then she handed her a crayon.

“You color, too!”

“Okay, don’t mind if I do. What should I color, Lace?”

Laci hummed to herself for a moment, turning pages in her book. Settling on two pictures side by side that hadn’t been colored yet, she looked up at Amber.

“I color the bird, you color the bear.”

“Hmm, but bears are brown or black,” said Amber. “You gave me an orange crayon.”

Laci shrugged. “Him a orange bear.”

Giggling, Amber nodded and got to work. “Alright then. Orange bear it is.”

Halfway through coloring Mr. Orange Bear, Amber’s phone rang. Nearly jumping, she looked at her phone to see the unknown caller again.

“Lace, I have to take this call, but I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘kay.”

Slipping out of Laci’s room, Amber quickly swiped the screen so the call wouldn’t go to voicemail.

“Hello?” she greeted just as she made it to her bedroom and shut the door.

“Hello, Amber,” said the deep voice with a British accent. “This is Harry Styles.”

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