#Please listen to him sing his voice is so cute and so nice

[gearchronocle]

i have probably posted this already but i do not care Listen to him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Very cute !!!!!!!! I love so much!!!!!!

What the hell.... his singing voice is so cute.... (also Taiyou sneak) He's good at singing... cute

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Super happy, puppy dog yandere boyfriend that’s happy to have sex with you for the first time

afab reader ; nsfw

You look so beautiful in bed, all dolled up and pretty just for him! And only for him! He’s so excited that his pants feel way too restrictive, and if he had a tail you bet it’d be wagging a mile a minute. 

He looks at your soft curves, your bashful, oh-so-cute-eyes, and the rosiness of your adorable cheeks with so much love. Because he loves you. And he really REALLY means it. And wants to show you how he really feels tonight. He was so happy that you’d agreed to go all the way with him. 

When he undresses and leans over your body, hands squeezing your hips and inner thigh, you feel him trembling with anticipation. You giggle at the sight, and he swears your voice is like an angel from above singing holy scripture into his ears. 

You unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side of the room. He imagines smothering his face between your tits until you slowly peel your laced panties out from under you, revealing a perfectly pink pussy that has him practically drooling, all sense of self restraint bursting at the seams.

He’s all over you before you can even say a word, face between your legs, boyish hands keeping a vice like grip on your thighs to keep you open as he laps and laps away until he’s satisfied. Which in the moment, he thinks he’ll never be with how good you taste. His drool gets everywhere, coating your already wet cunt with his own juices. He apologizes for the mess and eagerly goes to clean it up with his tongue, sucking on your mound like a dog gobbling over a chew toy. 

Did he already say your voice sounds like an angel? Because your moans are so immaculate he can just listen to you say his name and ONLY his name all damn day. Just you and him. Together forever and ever and ever and ever —

The thought of spending eternity with you puts him over the edge, and he practically whines for you to let him put his cock inside. 

“Please, baby? I promise I’ll make you feel good. I promise! I wanna feel you so bad. I can’t take it anymore.”

You find his begging cute, but would be a cruel woman to tell him no when he’s staring at you with such puppy-love, lust ridden eyes. When you say yes, he’s over the moon, already covering your body with sloppy kisses and thank yous, muttering promises of how he’ll make you feel oh so full, oh so good, and that he’ll take care of you forever. 

He knows you’re not a virgin but he doesn’t care. He would have loved to be your first but that doesn’t matter now, the only thing that matters is making you his right this moment and making it to where you’ll never want another man ever again, just him. 

When his cock plunges into you he moans just as loud as you, if not more. You feel his heart pounding like crazy and reach to kiss him, sending him into a frenzy of ‘I love you’s and ‘Mine, mine, MINE’. He latches onto your tits like they’re a lifeline, feeling so high with adrenaline that he almost zones out and ignores your moans. Uh-oh, can’t do that! He wants to hear every noise you’ll make for him tonight. 

He’s fucking you so fast and so good you can barely think straight, and your fucked out expression just sends him over the moon. He squeals at your adorable face and holds you tighter, biting into your neck and laughing when you gasp at his actions. He hasn’t bothered counting how many times you’ve come. He just knows it’s been more than three. 

You ask him to take you from behind, doggystyle, and he happily obliges. He fucks you deep, slamming into you as hard as he can, gripping your ass and giving one cheek a nice smack. With a pull of your hair, he’s got you on both knees pressed flush against his body. He gives you another hickey on your neck, but not before another bite. 

“Oh you’re doing so good for me baby. Just like that! Yeah. Go ahead and cum for me.” He encourages. 

Boy, does he want to come inside you so bad, make you his and mark you, but he knows how you feel about that and opts to come outside instead, all over your perfect ass. 

When he finishes, he flops into bed next to you and holds you tight, looking at you with concerned but hopeful eyes. 

“How was that?? Was it good? You won’t leave me know will you? I know I liked it, but did you? We can go another round if you want. I wanna make you—“

You hush him with a reassuring kiss on the lips. 

[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[jin-jamm-desu]

*°•_:JJK Headcanons:_•°*

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!!!Fluff, ❌🍋(no smut)!!!

Featuring/Pairing: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kento Nanami, Inumaki Toge

(These are the (some) main people I absolutely know how to write for,

please give me ideas if you don't see someone/thing you'd like to see. <3)

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Itadori Yuji: ° Your first date and 1 month' aversarry (1 month' anniversary) is gonna take place at a cat/pet cafe.

° No exeptions

° Itadori is gonna have a ball with you regardless of where your first date is, but he know how much you like cats/(other animals).

° All of his attention is on you as you take pictures of the animals and eat the cute food.

° He can barely take his eyes off of you <3

° He fell first and fell harder.

° He is the type of guy to bring you a bunch of unnecessary gifts (like Gojo) at random times

° Except his gifts are cuter and personalized (unlike Gojo)

° Love language is definitely Acts of Service and Quality Time

° He just loves seeing you happy and safe and that's all that really matters to him at this point.

° Honest to God, brags about how cute you are to anybody who'd listen: his friends, his teachers, your pets, somebody's child, random pictures YOU NAME IT

° Takes you to the movies afterwards (he looked for good movies with the help of Junpei (😭💕))

° Somehow ate 3 (full size) plates of food at the cafe before you had to ask him, "HOW DID YOU EAT ALL THAT? ARE YOU OJAY??? YUJI ITS BEEN 15 MINUTES SINCE WE SAT DOWNNN!!??!??!!"

° Gives you a soft kiss on the hand and then cheek once you get home

° Your name is filled with hearts and stars on his contacts bc it's cute

Fushiguro Megumi:

° He didn't know how much was too much so he took you for a cute park-picnic date

° He makes sure to bring lots of water and fresh fruit because its midday.

° He also brought (favorite cake flavor) to share <3

° Likes to look at all the dogs he sees and tell you everything he knows about them

° He blushes so hard when you compliment/flirt with him (if you dyed his hair he'd look like a damn tomato)

° (my headcanon) He talks about how he'd like to be a veterinarian when he gets older because he doesn't want animals to live the same life he lived at one point

° His point blank resting glare scares off anyone who tries to talk to the both of you

° Keeps getting the sneaking suspicion that Itadori, Nobara and Gojo are talking about him (he got really irritated at one point, that's how he knows)

° Has the cutest giggles when a bee lands near your nose

° Brings butterfly/dinosaur charms for you because he thinks you look cute when you talk about them.

° Leaves the picnic area better than he found it because he's just responsible like that

° Takes you too a pretty garden area where he gifts you (favorite flower)

° Kisses your hand goodbye (I faint)

° Told his classmates and teacher that the date was nice and nothing else (💀)

° Your contact has a picture he secretly took of you and thought was cute

Kento Nanami

° The epitome of class

° I swear he just keeps raising the damn bar

° Picks you up in the late afternoon/ evening

° Dinner at a nice restaurant (I think it's French/Louisianan cuisine)

° He bought a present for you because he saw it on the way to his car to pick you up

° A nice walk to set up for a good conversation

° He made sure that everything was so perfect, found a great path (walkable in flats/heels) that you can see the stars when you look up

° Calls you - My Lady - (see that capitalization?)

° Wanted to bust out in his singing voice when he heard MCR playing from somewhere (he's a diehard fan at heart and we all know it)

° Very excited to tell you about how much he likes bread (he prefers fresh made over store bought and loves to laugh at the silly designs on his sourdough)

° Almost choked on his spit when he thought he saw Satoru somewhere but it turned out to be flowers or sum.

° It was Satoru, he wanted to be a nosy bat and see what Nanami was doing since the couldn't annoy him today

° Very attentive to little details when you describe things things you (dis)like so he can be ready for future dates

° In his bag he definitely has chapstick, a notepad (he's so orderly), some mints and he made sure to pack a pair of slippers for you just in case your feet hurt at any point

° He's such a gentleman and he's so nice and respectful to the servers during dinner

° Makes sure to walk you to your door once he gets you home safely

° Puts a 💕 next to your name in his contacts.

° (Gojo is called 'The Annoying One 🤞😒' in his contacts, the only other one with emojis)

Inumaki Toge

° This chronically online ass mfker.

° He challenged you to a Fortnite battle

° It's a gaming date.

° So much mogging. You hit him with a 🗿🔥🐺 and he got quiet

° SALMONNN!!! 😭😭🙏

° POLLACK ROE 😤😡😤😤

° Rice 💕🥰😚😍

° MUSTARD LEAF¿¿‽‽!!¿??

° Then Super Smash Bros™

° Soon y'all we're laughing your asses off at the villager prisons on your newly created Minecraft server.

° The unhealthiest amount of junk food known to man kind

° I'm convinced he consumes Redbull and gummy bears like water and air.

° When a creep kept pressing you on the internet he took over as your big strong man (he's shorter than 5'9, I checked 💀😭)

° Legit kept calling himself The Skibidi Alpha Pack Leader™ and how much he want (the creep) to join his gang of Loners™

° Uses (🗿🙏🗣️🗿🌶️💬🥇📢🩼🎯🍃🐺🌘) religiously and unironically

° In all seriousness he does love you though. He's so glad he has someone he can laugh with and talk to (using text to speech- ofc it's set to Gigachad Voice)

° Absolutely the best at lifting you up when your sad because you humor has been marinated in the TikTok algorithm and is peak

° When he calls he uses facetime so you can see his reactions and his eyelashes that are always on fleek

° He passes little notes to you when he can't express his words through ingredients: "Your laugh is pretty <3",,, "That (game)skin is so cute, it goes well with your weapon",,, "Thank you for coming out with me, I like you a lot<333"

° Afterwards he gifts you little trinkets from when we was at the mall one time.

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[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 4 - CHRISTMAS WITH HIS FAMILY

Title: Scottish Christmas

Synopsis: Going to Johnny's Mother's house for Christmas.

Warnings: I need to say this before ANYONE, especially someone who IS Scottish reads this. I AM NOT SCOTTISH. I DO NOT CLAIM TO BE SCOTTISH. I researched off of a glossary of slang derived from Scots English and Scots (Scots, Scots English, Scottish Gaelic, and English are ALL spoken in Scotland) and there is no clear location that Johnny is from within Scotland, so I kept it very general, and used slang to make up for my lack of knowledge. If ANY OF IT IS INCORRECT AND YOU NOTICE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DM ORSEND AN ASK CORRECTING IT, I don't like being wrong and I don't want to offend anyone. Happy reading and Merry Christmas

AN: I tried to write this best as possible, I'm so sorry but it might be inaccurate to some degree, I'm merely an American (not to mention currently in busy because of the season) who's trying their damnedest to make this seem really accurate, yeah?

You're in a sweater--red--and jeans, your coat hanging over it all and black. Johnny is beside you, still struggling with his mittens a little, fidgeting because after all, this is the first time you're staying for more than a dinner with his *parents.* Your suitcase is behind you--obviously with the matching pajamas Johnny forced you into for Christmas photos because "His mam will simply die if she doesn't have a good photo!" Along with other effects, the things you'll need for the next bloody week.

Johnny fixes his mits entirely and grabs your gloved hand, reaching up and knocking on the door. He makes sure the cross his mother bought him for his 18th birthday is visible. He adjusts his cross, then his sweater.

Johnny's mom opens the door, pleasantly surprised to see you both.

"Ah! You're here!" She says with the largest grin, ushering your both inside.

"Johnny, lovie, go set your gifts by the tree, yeah?"

"'Ey, Mam, missed ya, too," he remarks with a devilish smirk, causing her to glare.

"You're lucky your thlittle burd is 'ere, keepin' me from yellin'. Love ya, too, John."

He shudders from his real name being used and walks off, trudging about in his snow boots all through the house. It makes his poor mother, Mrs. MacTavish, clutch her little necklace and scoff.

"D'ya see 'im? 'E's draggin' snow 'round the feckin' hoose," She says, absolutely offended by his actions.

You shrug, "He's like that at our home, too," you admit, taking your coat off.

Mrs. MacTavish scoffs, shaking her head in disdain, "Ye poor thin', 'ere, I'll take yer coa' an' ye go sit yers'lf doon."

She practically snatches your coat from you, pointing to where to take your shoes off.

You make it about.. three steps from the living room entrance and then you're positively bombarded by Johnny's three nieces and nephews- or, at least, the ones currently walking--Amelia, Noah, and Fraser. Johnny's sister shouts for them in Scottish Gaelic, sighing as those kiddos just don't listen.

You laugh as you're tackled to the ground, each one shouting "aun'ie," or "Aunt!" or your name horribly butchered by those cute little toddlery, Scottish voices.

You hug them all, slowly getting back up from the ground, to go say hi to his sister.

"Hey, Eden. How are you?" You ask, giving a nice, polite grin to her.

She smiles fondly, "'Ello- Haw! Simmer doon, 'Melia, aff yer brot'er!" She cuts herself off, glaring daggers to Amelia, who's currently tugging the hair of her brother, Noah.

She looks back up at you, "'M dooin' brand new," she says with a sarcastic glint in her eyes, before her newest baby who's she's currently bouncing in her arms starts to fuss.

She coos to him, before sighing and kissing his forehead, singing him some nursery rhyme to try to calm him.

That's when you feel two arms snake around your waist and pick you up, causing you to yelp.

"Johnny!" You shout out in a panic, squirming as he laughs and laughs. Eden's baby turns his little head and looks up all wide eyed, starting to laugh and laugh.

Eden seems to relax, sighing in relief while you're being brutally attacked loved on by Johnny.

You finally turn around to face him with that unamused expression you give him and he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck lovingly. You let out an annoyed huff, rolling your eyes with a small grin.

Dinner that night is lovely--a nice brisket with the promise of a big Christmas dinner tomorrow. Tonight Eden, the kids, and Mrs. MacTavish all bake a mince pie, a Scottish tradition you never really.. understood.

You sit beside Johnny, curled up to his side, his feet on the ottoman. He has an arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder as he and Mr. MacTavish, along with his brother-in-law all gather around to watch whatever Rugby match played earlier in the week--the highlights of it. Your eyes shut and you snuggle up to his side a little further, wrapping an arm around him and letting yourself fall asleep.

He looks happy down at you, sipping on a (spiked) eggnog, reaching up to stroke your hair as you start to just... drift.

[keeheauxtales]

S.I.S. (Self-Indulgent Series) | VOL. 1

“I’ll take a ‘me espresso,’ please?”🔞

☕️

MDNI

"I'm working late, 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger." – "Espresso" | Sabrina Carpenter

pairing: barista!Keeho (soft dom switch vibes as per the usual) x musician!reader (fem-bodied switch vibes as per the usual!)

synopsis: after your routine weekly performance — and after Stephen’s regular shift — ends, feelings arise between the both of you that can’t be fixed with coffee… but can create similar lingering effects.

word count: ~3.5k

warnings + themes: [semi-]public sex, unprotected sex (y'all already know: wrap it irl), fingering, oral (f+m receiving), squirting, pussy slapping, multitasking (it'll make sense later), multiple orgasms (fem receiving), cum play, dirty talkin' for days, voice kink?

author's notes: Sabrina's smash hit is probably gonna be in the top ten of my Spotify Wrapped this year, and then FNC sends these boys to work a café? this is gonna be fun (and long)! lol I'm writing Keeho as a non-idol here (that might become kinda obvious), and will be using 'Stephen.' also this actually has a bit of a plot with a backstory? a rarity! there might just be a "Secret Sauce" reference if you squint.

🎧 Listen to FLO's entire Access All Areas: Unlocked album (even while reading this hehe)

"thank you all so much for listening and vibing with me!" you excitedly address your small, yet seemingly attentive crowd of customers as they either converse with others at their table, or type away on their laptops, among other things. the gig is a two hour acoustic set with a break in the middle, and you do an incredible job of adding a subtle soundtrack to the ambience of the café. "and don't forget to tip your baristas and cashiers; they work twice as hard as me, and deserve your support!"

you peer at the handsome barista with short black hair and a face that could end the entire modeling industry if he so chose, sporting a pair of specs that you could almost tell were merely for accessory. Stephen looks up from the shop's ordering screen over at you, as if to give a silent 'thank you' for the acknowledgment. like it was the first time you ever did it (you give a similar speech every week).

you had been going to this particular spot as solely a customer for over a year before the owner took heed to the covers you posted on your socials. she figured your soft, jazzy renditions of popular tunes such as Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso" and Tyla's "Water" would be a nice change of pace from the constant Spotify mixes that normally go through their speakers — and she was right! there could be statistics that documented the uprising of foot-tapping and head-bopping that took place whenever you performed, if ever that was possible.

the person who seemed to enjoy you the most was that aforementioned fine ass barista. one thing about Stephen is that the guy can sing his damn self, and he'd inadvertently let anyone around him know it too! only hired a month after you technically, you grew to like him and his aura – and love his voice. if he unintentionally belted a few little ad-libs during an instrumental break, you'd intentionally loop that break a little longer until he'd stop himself.

unofficial collaborations were a frequent occurrence between you two, and today wasn't any different. you decided to try something you don't do often, and played a song completely instrumental. you follow each other on Instagram, and he mentioned how much he loves the British girl group FLO in his story. he even put "Walk Like This" as his Song Of The Day note before his shift. so after you mentioned to whoever was listening that you're still learning the lyrics to the song as it had just come out, you opted to do a fingerstyle version of "Bending My Rules."

you know who already knew all the lyrics – and the ad-libs – though? Stephen, and as incognito as he could possibly be, he was sangin'! you couldn't help smiling from ear to ear, feeling heat course your face (and maybe somewhere else much further south) as you hear a faint voice coasting through the song like he wrote it. he never leaves from behind the counter, yet each note that leaves his lips and seems to reach your ear only is smoother than the butter that compliments the shop's bestselling croissants.

in a rare occasion of him being a part of the later shift, Stephen clocks out for the night when you're done playing, and is able to actually talk to you for much longer than he normally would. a routine all on its own, he approaches you to talk about the set you just completed, every other sentence accompanied with a compliment on just how talented you are. and every single one of those compliments is reciprocated back from you to him, and today, he's blushing while receiving them!

"you learn songs so fast!" Stephen exclaims with a chuckle as he helps you pack your equipment. "that FLO song literally just dropped."

"I could say the exact same thing to you, Mr. 🎶 Are you coming over~ 🎶," you retaliate flirtatiously, copying the run from the record.

"ooh, okay!" Stephen playfully commends your vocal ability on a song you're 'still learning.' several minutes later, your equipment is packed and being wheeled by Stephen to your car that's parked in an alley on the side of the building. even when the conversation takes a turn after he manages to throw in a couple compliments in regard to your outfit (a classic fall ensemble that includes a leather mini skirt), the song is still clearly in his head as he periodically vamps on the line "🎶 I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you 🎶" from the chorus and bridge. you couldn't help but wonder if this was subliminal messaging, and by the time your hands brush against his while guiding your microphone stand into the back of your vehicle, you found your answer in his hooded eyes.

you were already internally grateful that was the last item you needed to load, and now even more so as you lock eyes with the man next to you. both of you took the hint as you secured your car to ensure safety. entering back inside the café, Stephen takes you by the hand to one of the gender-neutral restrooms that's for the staff. after locking the door behind him, he places you atop the counter.

licking his lips while looking down at you a bit shyly, he caresses your thighs before beginning to push them open, eyes asking for permission. you confirm by helping to lower your bottoms and undergarments to your ankles. "god, you're so wet," is the first and last thing out of Stephen's mouth before his lips meet yours.

instantly melting into his firm kisses, you wrap your arms around Stephen's broad shoulders as one of his large hands land on your neck, fingers softly gliding over the skin in contrast to the way his tongue invites itself into your mouth. with absolutely no protest, you open your mouth, a moan slipping out before even more moans are muffled by the evident hunger of your colleague.

you both are in such a heated rush that you barely have it in one another to briefly explain to each other how you two really got here in the first place. even if neither of your nether regions bothered to care at this particular moment, Stephen helps you discard his apron before he speaks. “I’ve been wanting a morsel of this since I first saw you in this damn café,” he confesses in between longing kisses between your lips and around your neck.

"fuck, me too…" you exhale in response, eyes fluttering and struggling to remain open against his advances. you then registered how this was the closest his handsome self and gorgeous voice has ever been to you, and almost would take this over your weekly check, you were so entranced by it all.

"yeah?" Stephen quizzes as he plants kisses further and further down your body. "have you been wanting to taste me as bad as I've been wanting to taste you?"

by the time he's finished asking this, his glasses are off on the other side of the counter, and his face is eye level with your dripping cunt. your charisma that you display with an instrument in front of you practically never ceases to remain — even when it's someone as attractive (and attracted) as Stephen beneath you. "you're the top flavor I've been dying to try, but it's never on the menu," you reply with a smirk, before shooting him a playful gaze.

Stephen smiles right back at you with his eyebrows raised, biting his lip as he attempts to come up with a witty enough comeback. however, with the clear opportunity sitting right in front of him, he opts to stick his tongue out, giving a teasing lick that sends goosebumps all over your body as a moan forces itself from the back of your throat.

your head bumps against the mirror behind you when Stephen's tongue is willingly trapped between your walls, going every direction but back out. his lips join in, kissing and sucking on your folds, and soon after, his hands grip roughly on your inner thighs to keep your legs open so that he doesn't need to stop… because there's only one thing that will stop him, and he'll go for hours if that's how long it takes for him to receive it.

you're whimpering now, in part because your remaining brain cell reminds you that your impatient, horny asses are still very much in each other's workplace. but also because you can't believe a guy this sweet could be so fucking filthy in anyone's heat, let alone yours. the moans and groans he manages in between licks of varying speeds and intensive slurps send you into some sort of astral projection.

no matter how hard he was trying, your legs shook to a point where they were forcing themselves to close. while Stephen wasn't wanting that, he was too preoccupied to grip his hands on them any tighter. in fact, the hold was loosening to a soft touch that served as a contrast to the way he was devouring you like he hadn't eaten all day.

"you're gonna make me cum, Steph, holy shit!" you exclaim at almost a whisper, fingers wedged in black strands of hair below you. you were slightly startled when he finally let up with a resounding pop, his mouth coated with your juices. that sight alone would've finished you right then and there, but you were secretly determined to hang on a little while longer.

"good," Stephen growls, staring up at you with such salacious eyes that bore into your glassy-eyed gaze. before anything else could be said, you're blankly staring at him as he takes two of his fingers and places them on his lips. acting as a type of lip balm of sorts, he traces those two fingers around his lips before they enter his mouth. you can't help but moan as he moans around them, sucking on them for a brief moment. before you knew it, they were gradually entering your cavern, and by the time the tips brushed against the cervix, that cavern was clenching around the entire length of his fingers.

"oh fuck, right there!" you spit out, hands still in Stephen's hair as you push his head forward. with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel his tongue lick your pussy again, this time collaborating with the ever-increasing pace of his fingers thrusting in and out. he sneaks in a couple more sucks on your folds before you feel heat pooling between your legs. "oh god, I'm cumming… fuck!" you announce mere seconds before sporadically thrusting upward.

while gasping in the midst of oncoming dizziness, you hear gushing along with loud, muffled moaning while still feeling Stephen in several ways. you soon realize that you had squirted all over him, and just like that you felt another orgasm rounding the corner. you feel a hand on the small of your arched back, vibrating as you become deprived of Stephen's mouth and fingers.

you both let some obscene exclamations slip from your lips at one another as Stephen raises himself up from the ground. you get one button undone from his shirt before you taste yourself. he's able to shove his tongue even deeper in your mouth than before while both of your hands meet to undo the belt of his slacks. it's messy, it's nasty, but it's somehow cathartic – even as saliva begins to escape from your mouth.

for a moment, heavy breathing is the only other sound heard in the restroom as pants fall to the floor. "I could pay rent in that pussy if you wanted me to, I fucking swear!" Stephen affirms, making you both chuckle as he pulls his drawers down to join his pants. you remain seated on the counter, frozen and wide-eyed as his hard cock pops out.

there's a short second where you wanna slap the smirk off his face at your initial reaction to his long dick greeting you. yet you wanted it inside you so bad that your hands gravitate to it, and Stephen lets you, his moans low while feeling you get acquainted.

one of his hands are placed on the mirror next to you, and the other joins both of yours around his cock to guide it to your entrance. he bends down to give a couple of kitty licks and wet kisses to your neck, all while the tip of his dick is slapped against your now soaked pussy repeatedly. he continues this until you're calling out his name.

"Steph…"

yet nothing changes, except he inches a bit more of his length atop your cunny, watching juices splash from it.

"Stephen."

he still doesn't proceed any further, smirking at you quite wickedly.

"Stephen! please! fuck me!" you beg, volume be damned.

"louder…" Stephen commands before his lips land on your earlobe, "I want you to be heard on the other side of this door."

"fuck me, Steph, please!!" there's precum dripping from him by this point, and you may or may not have started creaming by the time he bottoms out inside your cunt.

"yes, baby…" Stephen moans out as you clench around him, "let me know how much you've been wanting this dick inside you."

"s-so fucking much," you groan as you feel him finally move, your pussy barely able to handle the thickness.

"so tight," Stephen confirms as he works to increase his speed bit by bit.

"you're so big," you're finally able to tell him in between kisses along his neck.

"yet you're taking me so damn well," Stephen encourages as he continues to drive and pound into you, causing your moans to get louder. "good girl, let everyone know how good you're taking this dick."

"yeah, S-steph, don't fucking stop!" it drove you crazy how much hearing him talk like this was turning you on, and he seemed to grasp that (or he was just on one at this point).

you had no idea how, but not only had the volume of the music increased, but an even more recent version of "Bending My Rules" had begun playing that featured an artist you liked (DIXSON), and guess who even knew that verse well? the guy whose cock was repeatedly hitting your clit.

completely unprovoked, Stephen ran with the synchronic situation as he choked out some of the lyrics in your ear. "🎶 I'm thinkin' 'bout you…… Fiendin' for you…… Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you. 🎶"

this song already had significant meaning for the both of you by now, but the both of you could hardly take your moans becoming accidental ad-libs to Stephen's solo performance. you know all too well about letting a singer have their moment, but that bundle of nerves was back in the pit of your stomach just ready to burst.

"f-fuck… h-have I ever… t-told you… just h-how p-perfect you sound, S-steph?" you ask him, staggering over half of those words.

as if on cue, DIXSON's verse started, and Stephen became the feature artist yet again.

"🎵 Girl, you're fucking perfect / Now make me nervous / You give me new purpose / It's more than lip service with you / Mm, we can do this shit too… I'm speakin' a new language with you / Can it just be us two? / If that's okay with you. 🎵"

in between each line being delivered, Stephen drilled incredibly ponderous thrusts into you (as singing while operating any instrument does take practice), and by the end of the bridge, your walls were clenching again at the same time that his dick began throbbing.

"I'm getting close, babygirl," Stephen whines, his forehead perspiring against yours.

"me… too… harder…" you whimper beneath him in time with each jab his cock gives, repeating your last word for emphasis. "harder… harder… fuck me harder, baby!"

before you began begging, Stephen had already begun picking up his pace. however, hearing you call him 'baby' for the first time set him completely the fuck off. his dick fucked into you harder, faster, and even a little deeper. before you could even try and warn him like before, he kisses you just as deeply, not easing up on that pussy for a moment.

his lips were to be a perfect muting device for the clamorous sounds you were preparing to let out. you could only think to yourself, oh god, here we fucking go again, before squirting around Stephen's cock, your cream covering it.

"mmm… oh my god, (y/n), I'm gonna cum…" Stephen proclaims, pulling out and getting the chance to actually see you squirt some more onto the floor before him. "shit… I wanna cum in your mouth."

"and… I want you to cum in my mouth, but I don't think I can move?" you reveal to Stephen, reminding him of just how fucked out (and fucked up) he had gotten you. he reaches underneath you to lift you off of the vanity, but you tell him to wait. he – as patiently as possible – awaits your next move, which was to put his glasses back on for him.

you both smile as he resumes adjusting your position to over by the toilet. you were feeling like the world's biggest whore as Stephen sat down on the bowl, mouth gaping as you wait for his permission to proceed… which he gives you by plopping the tip on your tongue.

you stick your tongue out a bit further, gulping before taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. you strain to keep your eyes open so you can peep his reactions to your hard work, and Stephen does not disappoint. "fuck, fuck, fuck…" he spits out as you moan around his length, receiving evidence of your release all over him, and he clocks that fact as well. "you get to taste yourself too… it's good, isn't it, babe?"

"mmhmm!" you reply before taking in even more of Stephen, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat. fighting the battle (and losing), you gag around him in an effort to adjust to his girth. seeing the struggle get kinda real down there for you spurred him on, and you eyeballing how he's intently observing you through those circular frames made your legs weaker than they already had been.

if you wanted me to bust again, you could've just said so, you think as Stephen unbuttons the rest of his shirt and discards it by the sink. you moan at the sight of the sweat glistening his skin before dragging one of your hands along it. the other hand begins to stroke his dick with more momentum than either one of you thought you had at this point.

Stephen groans your name before he starts teasing you with something you said earlier. "you said… I had the 'top flavor,' right, doll?"

you both giggle before you answer, "I did," nodding up at him with a grin while your wrapped hand continues moving.

"are you ready to taste it?" he asks, voice beginning to tremble as he threads a hand in your hair.

"I've been ready, babe…" you claim with a seductive wink, placing your tongue right underneath the tip before he could think to maneuver your head himself.

"fuck! here it is…" Stephen pants, his eyes shut before the majority of his load of cum lands directly in your mouth, with a few drops landing along your face. you swallowed a portion before gesturing with your fingers for him to lean closer to you. still panting and recovering, he leans forward.

with the little strength you had recovered, you get on your knees, placing one of your hands on his thighs for support before kissing him. hushed moans of varying degrees leave the both of you as you deliver a helping of his seed in his mouth.

it's still messy, it's definitely nasty, but it's damn stimulating – more than any coffee bean could be.

epilogue

after helping Stephen clean up the restroom, and him leaving to check on the shop before closing it up for the night, you're both back in your car… well, kinda. you're almost completely in the driver's seat, with a leg resting outside.

Stephen? he's completely outside next to that leg, on his knees, planting some final kisses for the night. he started on the inner skin of your thighs, journeying up your stomach, and even giving your breasts some love. you let a couple moans slip from your lips as he bites some hickeys into your neck, and those kisses of each other's lips have not lost their intensity in the slightest, the both of you taking turns biting each other’s bottom lips.

"fuck, Stephen," you breathe out, "go home before we end up doing this at my place."

"that sounds like a good idea for the near future," he notes, standing up with your help before leaning down toward you in your seated position. "speaking of, so I'll see you next week?" he asks, planting one more kiss on a knuckle on your hand, firmly dragging said hand along your clothed pussy lips before letting go completely.

"ahh shit…" you start and trail off before turning on your car's ignition, "you'll see me tomorrow if you're working."

"yeah, I'm working tomorrow," Stephen verifies with a smirk and a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, "and I'll have that double shot of espresso ready for you as soon as I see you."

[duckchu]

… Hello, I hope it's not rude I'm just looking for drabbles or anything League of Legends since I'm in the mood to read the LoL fandom content after being away for a while…

Coincidentally when I found out about Heartsteel when I was watching anime edits with LoL songs and I was like WTH??! And an idea came up and now I'm hungry for some crackhead and platonic cuteness (For Yone + Yasu) and romance (for othe boys).

So can I please ask for headcannons or drabbles (you can choose which is easier) of the Heartsteel Boys (Kayn, Aphelios, Sett and Ezreal separately) having a crush on F! Reader who is a game streamer and is the little sister of Yone and Yasu who is the living example of Wife Material with an affectionate and bubbly cinnamon roll personality?

She likes to take care of her siblings even though she's the youngest (Yone and Yasu would kill if someone hurt her, good luck running away from them) and spoils them rotten! Are they both always busy and stressed with the whole band and Idol thing?

No problem, she, with her divine culinary skills, cooks their favorites or prepares them a lunch box with nutritious homemade food or brings them some snacks after an exhausting day of recording MVs and songs. (Sometimes she likes to deliver it in person, especially if they are showing hints of extreme exhaustion).

Sore muscles? Nah, her angelic hands know how to work and ease any tension and pain. Do they need a shoulder to vent on? Okay, she's there ready to listen and support her siblings and shower them with comfort and words of affirmation when they're on the verge of burning out.

Trouble sleeping and sleep schedule being a mess? Enjoy her divine voice when she sings and Yone and Yasu are out in seconds for a nice nap (Yasu looks dead when he naps on her lap, if it weren't for his noisy snoring while Yone looks like a cat almost purring when she massage his scalp with her fingers lmao) or a good night's sleep.

Need help with other household tasks? Fear not, she is ready to help! Do any conflicts or fights arise? She is a good mediator! Someone being a brat? Nah, she just needs to look strictly and sternly and that's enough for them to stop being brats and shut up.

But she's also the precious cinnamon roll who is the kind of cinnamon roll who can kick ass if someone is being toxic and mean to her brothers because when she's really mad it's not a pretty sight… (Yone and Yasu are secretly highkey traumatized from the first time she got really mad when they saw her pissed off frown when she threatened to beat up a bully who picked on Yasu when they were younger).

But also her brothers overworking themselves? Nuh-uh! Not when she's watching! She doesn't care if she's the youngest, she'll scold them as if she were the the oldest and they are going to listen to what she wants to say, willing or not!

(My lil brainrot bonus: Here was a time that everyone in True Damage saw Yasu who was kneeling on the floor in front of his little sister for fear of irritating her even more while still being scolded for over an hour for neglecting his health while he was running on energy drinks and fast food and messing with his sleeping schedule, she understands that he is part of a famous band but it doesn't stop her from saying 'I know how important music is to you, but for Heavens' sakes! Don't sacrifice your health Yasu! I don't want to receive the news that you passed out and I have to visit you in a hospital bed!')

Holy...this is a long request but also this was my reaction reading it

I've decided to do headcanons since I feel their easier to showcase all of their personalities (also decided to add platonic K'Sante)

Kayn

When he first saw you, he thought you were lame

You came on set to give Yone some food and he noticed how bubbly you were

But then he had a thought

You were kinda cute

So he nabbed some food from Yone

And laughed as you protested

Which got him an elbow between the ribs from you

Next day he was surprised to see you come to the shoot again, this time with food for all of them

Decided he needed you to be his wife

Started flirting with you mercilessly

Yone wasn't pleased

But you looked so cute flustered~

It was only to cover his own embarrassment tho

It's not his fault you're just perfect for him

A cute little thing for him to ruin ~

Aphelios

When he saw you, it was love at first sight

Like heart eyes all that jazz

Yone noticied

But honestly, he prefers him to for example Kayn

How could Phel not fall for you?

You were just perfect

Every time you came by to make sure Yone wasn't overworking himself, you were so sweet to him

Sometimes even bringing by food for him

He always thought he wasn't really the guy to fall in love

But there you were, making him all soft

Ezreal

You were just Yone's little sister, no one to be bothered about

But why did he feel so warm everytime you came over?

And you did often to check up on Yone

And Ezreal always thought you didn't mean much to him

But there he was, head over heels for you

And slowly realising it

And so was everyone else

The way he was stealing glances everytime you were busy with something

If looks could kill, he'd be dead

At least that's what he thought from the way Yone was glaring at him

Sett

At the begining, he didn't think much of you

You were just Yone's sister, someone who came over frequently but that was that

Untill he started noticing how you treated everyone

You were really kind, always bringing over something to eat and a shoulder to cry on

How could he not fall in love with you?

Yone's gonna kill him, but it's worth it

K'Sante

He met during an unfortunate situation

It was him finding out Aphelios replaced his protein powder with flour

He was furious

Almost killed Aphelios right in front of you

But you were a great meditator so you managed to make Aphelios live to see another day

And K'Sante gained a person to talk to

Since he's usually the one giving out advice, he has problems with opening up himself

But you were so nice to him and didn't push him at all so it became natural

Especially if you were staying for the night and he happened tobe grabbing a glass of water at the same time as you

[imlovewithpixels]

How does Quackity met you?

- Fem!Reader x Quackity little imagine

Pov: You became viral on TikTok for the wrong thing.

(( Remember that my request are OPEN - Spanish or English))

This is my first thing in english for the streamer community even if I see more content off the Hispanic Streamers

Also, If you like my work, check out my Masterlist . I need to update my fandoms <3

-  English is not my mother lenguaje, please be nice if I had any grammatical errors.

You were just streaming Minecraft. It was a pretty chill and cozy stream where you were decorating your mushroom house and talking with your chat. You had a little community in Spanish and English but your viewers were around 1k per stream. 

Your calm voice was accompanied by the background music on Minecraft while you were mumbling to a song that was stuck in your head since last week. 

And then you saw your Twitch display.

Quackity was on stream…¿he was going to play garthic phone? 

You NEEDED to see that. 

— Okay…ma babies, I will end this stream right here.— You said, laughing a little bit. 

A lot of comments started to pop up. “Why???” “noooo pliss :c” “I just started watching TT” “mi casitaaa, don't go” 

— Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. — You whisper to the microphone fast. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment. “So, all of you should go. We have one rule in this place, "If mi casita is streaming, go to see it” After a silly tone of voice you smile at the camera and wave a little wave. “Babays”

“She had a crush on him, umm. Our mommy is gonna leave us. TT” A last-time donation came up in your scream and the robotic voice read it. You open your eyes surprised and completely flutter. 

— I-I, I don’t, mierda. wHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? — Your chat started calling you cute and being dramatic for leaving them when you turned off the camera. Your hot face and silly but cute expression were the last images that you gave them. 

Then, you went to the other stream, and continued with your Minecraft real, while listening to a lot of Spanish swearing. 

…

It only took one week to blow off. 

That little clip of your last stream kinda became viral on TikTok.

 “The girl that ends up her stream for Quackity” 

Oh god, oh my god. 

This was so embarrassing. On one side, you didn’t mean any of this but your account kinda blows up with a lot of new people and subs. But, there was also a thing that you have never dealt with before, haters. Who said that you only wanted attention, that you were just a fangirl who wanted to meet him. Just pick me.

That makes you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to deal with all that shit, but still tried to look calm like always on your streams. With 5k viewers on you, it was a little hard to read all the comments while you were playing Valorant, but you could see a lot of comments referring to the Mexican streamers.

You’re nervous. You didn’t mean any of this, and first of all, you did not want to disturb Quackity. 

You just hope that this incident just passes like any other TikTok and were replaced.

…

“Have you seen the girl who just turned off her stream for you? Such a pick me” 

The robotic voice was heard after the donation and Quackity just could give a confused look. His chat seemed to know about the topic, and they started spamming his discord with certain TikTok. 

— What are you talking about, guys?  — He opened one of them and your voice filled his stream.

Quackity saw your relaxing face while singing, your brown eyes lit up when she saw something, and you had a cute little smile. And your wavy hair follows your head movements when you face the camera with an embarrassed expression. 

“Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. “ 

He knew he had fans, a lot of them actually, but that little clip of you just ending your stream for him makes him kinda happy. His heart warms up while you shout to your chat, like, and intern joke. His cheeks feel a little hot and the smile across his face captures the chat's attention.

“She’s cute”

“New ship, new ship”

“She just wanted fame I think.”

“I follow her, pure mommy vibes”

“She has been harassed on her last streams for this, what a shame. “

That little comment took him back to the earth. 

— “Guys, you know that I don’t support any of this behavior. Please, if you comment shitty things to this pretty girl, you’re not part of my community” — Alex didn’t notice the pretty on his lips when he called you and almost immediately went to your stream to follow you. 

Little did he know that you were on a drawing stream, too focused on your work to look at your chat. Your live face was so beautiful, even if you were with a messy bum and frowning in concentration. 

He donated to you right away.

“Quackity had donated 10 000 bits. And applause for the sugar” Your alert claimed.

“ I like that drawing, I could request a commission someday. I’m sorry for any uncomfortable comment from my community, I thought that your gesture was really funny and sweet :) “

You just drop your pencil for the amount of money and then, when you see the username, your face goes from pale to red in two seconds. 

Shit. Shit. 

Did he just…. know that you fucking exist for a TikTok?

— “I-I…. Yo…deje mi comida en la estufa. Gracias por la plata. Sleep well chat. “ — And with that, you went off stream. 

...

Quackity blinked two times and then he just bursts off in a laugh. 

That was so funny, you were interesting. 

“You suck flirting.” 

— I was not….I didn’t mean to…fuck off, chat. Let’s enter the server. — He said, rolling his eyes, trying to distract himself from thinking about your last expression and how you couldn’t manage to erase the shy smile off your face. 

Did he have that effect on you? 

How cute. 

[thegreatimpersonator]

since y'all seemed to want this.... here's the live notes i took while listening to each song for the first time (bold are thoughts i had during later listens)

fortnight: 

‘i was a functioning alcohol till nobody noticed my new aesthetic’ what the fuck does that even mean…

love the fact she gave post the female collab treatment. don’t wanna hear what he has to say. 

they’re voices sound actually good together? 

some pockets of the melody are catchy

okay i don’t hate this 

ttpd:

her red flags are on fire in this song lol

this seems very half-cooked

also jacks weird mixing continues to plague us all

CHARLIE PUTH???? WHAT THE FUCK WHY HE HERE

tattooed golden retriever??? ……no way

my boy breaks all his favorite toys:

i blinked and it’s half over

this also is like… half cooked and didn’t need to be released tbh

i love the way she sings the second verse tho

down and:

the production does not match the vibe

did tpain produce this

i’m… kinda bored lol

like i have nothing to say this also didn’t need to be released tbh 

this grew on me a lot actually

so long london 

the production is so futuristic? 

oh im obsessed with how she sounds on this one

her talk-singing in the verses is great

honest lyrics without any clunky unnecessary metaphors! a win!!

the fast-paced verses with th slow chorus is really really cool

a favorite so far

daddy i love him

i can barely hear her? the bad mixing continues 

‘growing up precociously sometimes means not growing up at all’ oh yeah WE KNOW

is this…… is this about her dating matty and loving how people hate him… no fucking way she’s this stupid

SHE IS BEING THIS STUPID

‘it’s white noise’ yeah yeah that’s exactly how id describe him  

.... anyway y'all remember when fans really believed the little mermaid theory and this song was supposed to be about how 'joe stole her voice' lmaooo

we will pretend this one doesn't exist!

fresh out the slammer

are we getting another ‘i didn’t cheat technically’ song lol

what is this weird tempo change….

okay kinda catchy

it’s sounds exactly like you are in love at the end….. jack is really out of tricks

florida

‘my friends all smell like weed or little babies’ what the fuck is she even talking about anymore 

i’m sorry but i’m laughing at the phrase ‘fuck me up florida’

again the production sounds so detached from the vocals 

i honestly still have no idea how i feel about this one

guilt as sin

an real instrument?? wow crazy 

okay she’s kinda cute? catchy and fun, love the melody

i love when she goes up at the end of the vocal 

okay…. i don’t mind this one she’s catchy, a little too long and drawn out but cute

who’s afraid of little old me?

what is this production? it’s way too soft to be as threatening as they’re trying for 

why did jack push her vocals back so far when she’s supposed to scream…. that’s ruins the whole thing…. she’s supposed to be screaming and threatening….. not quiet and far away…. hello

this song is trying very hard to be threatening but it’s not... vigilante shit 2.0

‘you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum they raised me’…………… upper middle-class pennsylvania? 

‘i’m drunk on my own tears isn’t that what they all say, that’ll  sue you if you step on my lawn’ okay bar?

the bridge was good but that’s about it.

i can fix him 

…………… not another matty song oh god

‘i can handle a dangerous man’…… im too stunned to speak this is so embarrassing 

wow taylor really is that girl who like ‘women supporting women’ and then dates/defends a racist bf…. a walking example of white feminism

intersectional feminism found dead.... twice....

loml

okay this is really nice? 

I WAS ACTUALLY ENJOYING THE SONG WHY DID SHE RUIN IT BY SAYING ‘MR STEAL YOUR GIRL’ 💀

if we ignore that one line we're good this is good. im refusing to let that line ruin such a good song

i can do it with a broken heart

‘bitch smile’ why are there so many cringey lyrics on this album lol

what is this song omg why do i kind of like it 

taylor please learn depressed isn’t a synonym for sad 

they recycled the mastermind production 

wait till taylor finds out most of the entire world is sad while they're doing their job and has to pretend they're not

smallest man who ever lived 

oh i think i like this?

‘you said normal girls were boring’ GIRL AND YOU DIDNT IMMEDIATELY GET UP AND LEAVE??? EWWWW??? she's not beating the pick-me allegations

'i just wanna know if rusting my sparking summer was the goal' okay love that line

i like this a lot

the alchemy

no….. no way this is real

i cannot

THE SPORTS METAPHORS WE JOKED SHED DO THAT AND SHE ACTUALLY DID IT OH NO 

touchdown ✅ teams ✅ benches ✅ winning streak ✅ the league ✅

she’s doing…… the worst thing ever this is so laughable 

the corny lyrics are on overload 

‘this time it’s heroine with an e’ didn’t she write folklore? i can’t remember 

that literally was an snl parody of a taylor song

clara bow

love how the guitar sounds… bet money this is an aaron track 

a stevie nicks reference!! a win!!!

i like this one a lot no cringey lyrics yet

nope never mind she name-dropped herself don’t like that

overall really liked it tho

the black dog

i think i like it?? this is kind of what i expected the album to be

okay for once the weird production choices kind of pay off

imgonnagetyouback

kinda catchy? 

she loves a fancy car getting wrecked line

the pre-choruses are the best part 

this would’ve been better without the jack of it all bc he loves a song that doesnt build to anything

this just comes down to personal preference: i don’t like her lighter vocals with jack’s heavy production (ie most of lover lol)

the albatross

a real instrument!!! production that matches taylor’s voice and is well mixed!!! aaron’s arrived!! 

i think it’s solid, has good writing and she sounds great. that's about it.

chloe or sam or…

took me a solid minute to have any semblance of a fuck to know what was going on but okay

okay i love this one

wayyyy more emotive than like… most of the original album

a lot of the 2nd version (or whatever this is lol) are way more emotive, maybe because her voice isnt drenched in reverb so we can actually hear her voice emote better

how did it end

this sounds like an old school adele song? 

i love this one too…. 

her being upset people wanna know what happened but then also feeding it while promoting the album oop 

i love the story of this one it's so refreshing

so high school

THE PRODUCTION is so good ugh aaron never fails 

the man here is a walking red flag girl and the lyrics are ~not it~ but the production is too pretty to hate it

fuck these lyrics are so bad lol

maybe if i disassociate hard enough i can ignore the lyrics and just listen to the production and vibe

give me a karaoke version of this song and we'd be so back

i hate it here

i mentioned disassociation and she made a whole song about it!!!! this one’s mine!!!! 

‘without all the racists’ GIRL HUH

WHAT WAS THE REASON

also... girl don’t act like we don’t know you’re fine with that lololololol

if i had a dime for every time i was liking a song to then have it slapped away because of a bad, out-of-pocket lyric…… 

thank you aimee

this isn’t grabbing my attention 

oh the bridge is interesting 

it’s meh 

i will never be thanking the people that bullied me thanks tho

i look in peoples windows 

what do you mean aaron didn’t produce this??? it’s well-made and has instruments? 

i love this one, again a really interesting and unique concept that's very refreshing to hear at this point when a lot of the songs feel repetitive

the prophecy

aaron guitar!!!! 

she’s nice i like her 

i've really grown to love how she sings this one, the melodies are cool.. however i feel like we've heard the same melody.. like on this exact album... where she upturns at the end of every line...

cassandra 

this seems very…. familiar… idk i feel like we’ve covered this (i mean there are 31 songs we’ve already covered everything lol)

this is such an aaron song, that's a classic 'the national' piano

i like her voice in this one tho, sounds good

peter

oh love i love this

now this? THIS feels the most like a taylor swift song

once again she’s at her best with a simple instrument and emotive simple lyrics

the piano reminds me of champagne problems

the bolter 

i like this! the chorus is so cute

oh i like that ending line a lot!

she’s cute, a little long and drawn out but cute

robin

i haven’t seen anyone talk about this one

welp…. i literally have no feelings toward this one but sounds pretty! 

the manuscript

oh this is soooooooo powerful 

i love this concept 

her ending the album on another introspective album that sums everything up a la dear reader yep yep!!

if you actually read of this ily 💗

[heartofwritiing]

Rest Easy

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

summary: Wilbur overworks himself which results in him falling asleep in your lap in the studio. based on one of an idea I had from this

authors note: I was feeling a little bummed so I wanted to write something quick and fluffy I hope you guys like it!

warnings: fluff, one swear, unedited, and not proofread, please ignore any mistakes!

The text you got from Wilbur when you were on your way to your apartment was short but sweet.

-Gonna be home later than usual, working on a bug in the studio with a particular song. don't wait up for me if you’re hungry love you <3

It was only around 6:45pm which was a bit late for him work wise. So, since you were close by anyways, and your stomach was growling to eat something, you headed straight for the studio a few blocks away. Making a small stop at the sandwich place on the way he always raved about.

You knew his order by hear so you didn’t bother messaging him, plus you wanted to surprise him.

Arriving at the studio you entered the control room, noticing the red light was on indicating the band was recording. You quietly shut the door behind you, and John-their music producer- swiveled around in his chair to give you a small wave. Everyone else you could see through the glass window in the recording room was chilling with their respective instruments as you guessed, waiting for instructions.

You could hear a backing track of guitars and drums play through the speakers, as the warm baritone voice of your boyfriend mixed in with the instrumentals lulled you into a state of comfort.

"Fuck," he swore through the mic when he messed up a line. It echoed through the speakers reverberating off the walls. He just wanted to get this last bit right and then they would be done. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out at his minor outburst of annoyance. you swore you thought he could hear you through the padded walls because his eye line met yours through the window, a look of surprise crossed his face. Lifting your hand that held the bag of food with a wave, his eyes lit up with alleviation and gratitude, he motioned for you to come in.

You somehow maneuvered your way passed all the wires and various equipment strew all over the studio without tripping. Wilbur Pulls you into and bone crushing hug after a few hours of separation he couldn’t wait to get his arms around you.

“You didn’t have to bring me food,” he says pulling back, giving your cheek a quick peck.

You give him a frowned look. “who said it was food for you, smart guy?” Jokingly of course.

Wilbur just deadpans.

“Come on, you went to my favorite sandwich place,” Wilbur lifted your arm still holding the take away bag to prove a point. He saw the logo of the shop on the front. “walked two blocks just to bring it to where I am.”

Damn, he caught right on to your ruse. You rolled your eyes playfully and threw up your metaphorical flag in defeat.

“okay, fine you caught me, I thought id be nice and bring you something to make sure you don’t starve, especially after such a long day, sue me.” You stepped closer once again to give a kiss to his lips.

Wilbur hummed in appreciation before leaning in.

“and that is why I love you,”

“because I bring you food?”

“precisely my love,”

Joe who was scrolling through instagram on the loveseat against the wall was listening to the whole exchange with a smirk pulling at his lips until he spoke up.

“You two are disgustingly cute,”

You pulled away from Wilburs lips reluctantly and turned your head to the amused Joe, who you didn’t even know was still here.

“we try our best,” you shrug.

You trudge over to where Joe was sitting and plop down beside him while Wilbur gets back to work to finish up this last line. Not knowing he was gonna be here you didn’t think about getting Joe something but he waved you off saying he would get something afterwards.

Watching Wilbur sing into the mic was a whole thing. He seemed so lost in his words when he sang, concentration purely written across his face as his throat muscles bob with each note. You thought he constantly so good but today he just looked so damn good. His hair was fluffed in a particular direction, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and his eye brows scrunched as he pressed his full lip’s against the pop filter.

You felt so dumb at the jealousy of an inanimate object surging through you as you watched him wet his lips with his tongue and they brushed the mesh.

He must’ve felt eyes staring at the side of his head because, he turns his head in your direction with a smirk and that glint in his eye that makes your body heat. He sends you a wink as he finishes a word, then quickly puts his attention back forward.

Happily, about a few minutes later, Wilbur came to sit next to you, munching away at his sandwich. You both chatted away about your day eventually he had to get back to finish up the recording.

About half an hour later you were both still in the studio. Joe had already left but Wilbur was adamant to get this last track perfect.

"Wil, honey?" you called out, he lifts one headphone and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"I think you should rest, just for tonight, you've done so much and you looked exhausted, and it's getting really late we should head home." concern laced your voice and made him consider stopping for a moment.

You had checked the time once again peering at your phone and saw the time read: 1:33 am. But you knew him too well.

It wasn't fair of him to keep you here all night. You had work in the morning as well. Wilbur felt the guilt gnawing at his chest, the yawn in his voice telling him to rest. rest. rest.

"I'm sorry love, just two more lines and I promise, I'll be done.

He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead quickly before turning back around again.

You always loved Wilbur's determination, but he sometimes could overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. Noticing the growing bags under his eyes and the grogginess increasing in his voice every day, you knew he was over-working himself. Non-stop for the past five days. The new Lovejoy ep was causing him so much stress, he put too much pressure on himself, which worried you immensely. He would go to the studio early in the morning, get home late, fall into bed next to you, get up the next day, and do it all over again. He was tiring himself out more than usual and it wasn't good for him.

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly in the same spot, fighting off sleep. In your peripheral vision, Wilbur stood in front of you startling your occupied brain. He moved when you noticed him and he laid his head down in your lap, his long legs dangled over the arm of the couch before you could say anything.

Wilbur buried his face in your tummy as his hand snaked around your waist so he could cuddle into you further. It was an odd position he was in, but he seemed cozy.

"you tired?" you tilted your head, running your hands through his messy brown locks. Wilbur hummed at your touch and nodded in response.

"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you," he mumbles into your shirt.

Sometimes you hated his stubbornness, but you loved him so that made up for it.

Not even a minute passed and Wilbur was already softly snoring in your lap like a tired cat. You giggled at your boyfriend and admire his calm features, running the pad of your pinky down the bridge of his adorable nose and watching as he twitched at the contact. A faint smile spread on his lips. He looked too peaceful, so for now, you'd let him sleep. You were happy he was finally getting some well-deserved rest anyways.

"Rest easy, my love."

End

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[flamingo-writes]

What would you think if Hobie asks reader to cut the ends of his hair that bother him because of the mask and while she was doing it, she sang a nice song to him, meanwhile some little flowers began to bloom around them.

Really like the last post and this came to my mind immediately.

Listen, I’ve been daydreaming of this the entire day. I think this idea was very cute!

Also, little disclaimer: I was born and raised in Mexico, so, I’m very unfamiliar with how black people’s hair works. I know culturally it has a lot of importance, but other than that I knew very little of the different types of hair and ofc the insane variety of treatments and proper care as well as the different ways to give maintenance to different kinds of dreads. Also, as someone who has had very short hair for 2/3 of my life, as well as shaving my own head for the better part of the last 4 (5?) years, in general hair care and routines are something I’m wildly unfamiliar with, the longest I had my hair in the latest years was a 6 inch or so Mohawk I grew two years ago. Hobie has been a very good opportunity for me to educate myself a lot in hair (especially black people’s hair) and I spent a good portion of my evening watching videos/TikTok’s and reading on dreadlocks and their maintenance. If I wrote something inaccurate or wrong, please let me know, help me see my mistake, and I will fix it as soon as I can.

This came from this other request, I’m thinking of turning into a series.

Flower Bed — Hobie x Reader

Also, you said little flowers, but my brain decided to go for a full flower bed 😭 I hope you like this!

Warnings: none.

“Oí, luv…” Hobie said walking out of the bedroom, looking around you.

“Bathroom!” You shouted as he followed your voice, noticing the bathroom door opened and you kneeling by the shower.

Plants cramped in the shower as you watered them.

“Oh, never mind, you’re busy” He said.

“I’m almost done. I just need to water the ones in the kitchen sink and the monsteras…” You said as you’d todo up and stretched your back. “I’ll be done in ten minutes, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask you if you could help me trim my hair, it’s starting to get long and gets stuck in the mask and, you know…” He asked softly. “But I can’t see the back of my head,”

“Sure, I’ll help you,” You said giving Hobie a kind smile.

He smiled back, walking up to you and kissing your forehead.

“Need help with the plants?”

“As you wish,” You replied happily. “You were asleep earlier and didn’t want to wake you, so I started watering them on my own…”

“I’m awake now,” He said. “I’ll water the monsteras,”

“Thank you, babe,” You purred.

By the time you were done with the plants, you went ahead and started helping Hobie out. You sat on the edge of your bed, as he sat on the floor. Since Hobie was tall, this was the most comfortable arrangement. It wasn’t also the first time you trimmed his wicks. He asked you to help him every few months.

As you put some soft music in the background, you got started, trimming dread by dread. Taking care to cut the hair while keeping the end of the dread rounded. Cutting just across each wick was already hard as they were thick, but you also wanted to keep them looking nice and rounded. Which was also a reason why Hobie asked you for help. You did a much better job at it than him.

Even when he didn’t admit it, or didn’t look like it, every single detail in his appearance was planned. Especially his hair. He liked taking care of it, and over all treated his hair like this very intimate thing, he hated having other people touching his hair. Except you. He actually loved it when you touched his hair, ran your hands through it, your fingers disappearing between the dreads. And the particular care and dedication which which you seemed to tend to every wick.

Deep in your concentration, watching over the little details, you were unconsciously singing. Something you also did quite a lot. When you were deeply focused on something, you’d start humming and eventually singing. Which only added to the relaxing time Hobie was having.

Between your gentle hands running through his hair, and now the soft sound of your voice singing in a low voice, going along with the music. Hobie lived for these little peaceful moments, making him feel absolutely contempt with his life. These little moments were everything to him.

As he had his eyes closed, focusing on every brought of your touch against him, he didn’t notice at first the plants growing around you.

It wasn’t plain on obvious. In fact, Hobie didn’t notice until he felt something tickling his elbows. He opened his eyes and saw flowers growing out of the floor, tiny plants growing buds and flowering. All in a matter of several seconds. And you continue to sing, concentrated. He blinked several times, wondering if you were aware of what you were doing, as he kept staring at the flowers growing and multiplying, coming out of the wooden floor tiles.

“Uh, luv?” Hobie asked in a low deep voice.

“Hm?” You hummed, answering Hobie’s question, sounding way too focused in your job as you were rounding one of the last wicks.

“Are you aware of the fact that you pretty much brought spring into our bedroom?”

“Huh?” You asked confused, breaking your hyper focus and looked around, noticing the flowers covering almost the entirety of your floor. White, red, lilac, and pink flowers, extending across your small bedroom. “Fuck,”

Hobie laughed softly.

“You didn’t notice?”

“N-no…” You whispered softly.

“That’s amazing…” Hobie sighed. “It’s beautiful, by the way…”

“The thing is I don’t know how to…un-grow them…And they’re a lot…” You said softly, the concern building in your voice, making Hobie chuckle. “What are we going to do with all of them?”

“We can always collect them and sell them or whatever, you know?” Hobie chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

“In the meantime, we can always enjoy this beautiful scene, what do you say?”

“You’re way too calm for someone who has his bedroom full of flowers…”

“You made them. They’re beautiful. I don’t see the issue, basically a work of art,” He said looking at you over his shoulder, as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Hobie, pollen give you allergies,”

“Sleeping on a flower bed one night isn’t going to kill me,” He pointed out. “Besides, ever since the spider thing, I get less allergies from flowers,” He said lifting a finger up, making you chuckle.

“Fine! You win this argument!” You chuckled.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah, I love you too”

“That’s why I don’t mind the flowers. Because you made them,”

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss on Hobie’s cheek before you continued tending to the last two wicks.

“Thank you,” You said.

“For what?”

“Being you,” You sighed. “I’m not precisely fascinated with all the flowers in the bedroom, but the fact that you are, makes me feel better”

“Why, you’re welcome, sweet’eart. Thank you for helping me with my hair,” He said looking at you and giving you a cheeky smirk.

“Anytime,”

[orshii]

Will I Ever See You Again? (series)

CHAPTER 6: Will I Ever See You Again? (FINALE)

Author: orshii

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader

Word count: 3,2 k

Summary: You were left alone with your brother, Yunho, and his best friend Hongjoong, after your parents' death. Yunho had someone to grieve with, but you? You had no one as your brother and his best friend pushed you away, singing becoming your only savior. There was one rule that Yunho made inside his friend group: “Don’t touch my sister”. And for this reason, Hongjoong had always kept his distance. But one night, you find yourself in danger. And from then on, Hongjoong does not leave your side. He is suddenly overprotective of you, and your relationship shifts and becomes fraught with tension and unspoken feelings, with secrets lurking beneath the surface and a painful past haunting you. Will you find out the secrets your brother and best friend have been keeping away from you? Will you be able to finally free yourself from your cruel past?

Will you fall in love amidst the chaos around you?

A/N: Well, here we are the last chapter is done. I have too many words but still, I'm speechless lol. Thank you to those who read this series. It was so fun to write I hope you enjoyed it as well... See you at the end! -orshii

(Please, listen to RV's song and Oasis's Wonderwall as well hihi. These are important songs in this chapter.)

(SERIES MASTERLIST)

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@xiang-zalea @cookiesandcreammy @e3ellie <3

I woke to darkness outside and an empty, cold bed beside me.

Was it a dream? Was all of this a dream? Did those bad things really happen? Or was it just a nightmare?

I felt weird as I sat up on my bed, my limbs were numb and my mind was empty like a black hole. I needed a cold shower to wake up and feel like a human again.

 After I finished, I went downstairs, to the kitchen as my stomach was grumbling, I hadn't eaten in a day, no wonder I was as hungry as a wolf. The smell of food, hit my nose as it made my stomach grumble more. When I arrived at the kitchen, I found Hongjoong at the stove, his back to me, cooking something in a pan. I just stood in the doorframe, leaning against it and looking at him smiling. I could get used to this view.

He turned around and jumped a bit as he saw me. "Oh, you're awake,” he said, smiling sweetly at me.

"Yeah, what are you up to?” I asked, moving from the doorframe to hug him from behind as he turned back to the pan.

"I'm making some food for my pretty sugar." He said cutely, his voice sounding like a child.

"Mhmm, you are so nice. I could get used to this." I pecked his nape and sat at the table, which was already set.

"I bet you could." He chuckled, coming to the table and serving the meat he finished.

While we ate, we laughed a lot and talked about some random things. It felt so good, talking to him casually, as slowly we were ready to let go of the hurtful past and move forward. It was going to be a bumpy road, processing all the emotions that almost killed me. But as Hongjoong was by my side, I felt like nothing could stop me. Even though the past wasn’t yet closed, I could leave a piece of it behind.

 When we finished eating, I thanked him for the food and looked at him seriously.

"We should talk," I said, feeling a bit nervous.

Hongjoong nodded, moving his lips into a thin line. His bruises made his face more beautiful. It was the bruises of pride; I was so proud of him.

"Can I take you somewhere?" He asked, looking at me sweetly.

I nodded. "Is it a date?" I asked suddenly, smiling at him teasingly.

"It could be." He smiled at me taking my hands, kissing my knuckles, and leading me to the front door as we stood up.

We sat into his Mustang, I watched his side profile while he was driving, his jawline sharp as a knife, the blonde side of his hair facing me, I adored this man so much. I didn’t know where he wanted to take me, but I trusted him enough to give him the red string that connected us by our hearts.

After a few minutes of driving, I couldn’t see anything as it was already dark outside, the landscape went by us like a blur. Then we arrived at the destination where Hongjoong wanted to take me.

It was the same cliff where we had once leaped into the crashing waves. I gazed at him questioningly. "You really did take me where we almost died." I wanted to sound serious but it came out a little teasing. I think we both knew, this place changed something in both of us. It was a special place.

"Yes, I did, now come." He left the car, bringing a blanket out from the backseat and a bottle of champagne.

He spread out a blanket on the ground, close to the edge, and we sat down on it. Some flashbacks jumped into my mind, as we stood there, holding each other's hands, and jumped into nothingness. I was staring into the dark the moon still shining above us, as it was its last day to shine fully. My thoughts started to bombard me, I felt nervous, the feelings I felt last night coming back to life. The awful things I said to him, the emotions I felt. It was a lot, so I needed to let it all out.

I felt Hongjoong's gaze on me.

I turned towards him, looking into his eyes, which told me so many things, that my heart started to race. " ‘I want to apologize, Joong. I said things I didn't mean. I was upset and overwhelmed..." I ran my fingers through my hair stressed. "…it was a lot, and I'm so fucking stupid, the things I said to you…I didn’t mean it, it wasn't your fault, Hongjoong. Please, don't ever think it was your fault." My voice cracked, as tears filled my eyes. "Please, forgive me," I whispered, looking down at my hands. I couldn't look into his eyes anymore, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

He slid closer to me, taking my cold hands into his warm hands. He reached his right hand to my cheek, caressing it like I could break anytime. "Sugar…my beautiful, girl. Please, look at me!" His voice got weaker and quieter. I looked into his eyes and it was sparkling like the stars above us. He leaned his forehead against mine. " I understand why you said those things. It was our fault for shutting you out. I'm so sorry, sugar, I should've been there for you." He cupped my face, caringly, forcing me to look into his eyes. Tears rolled down my face unstoppably, but Hongjoong immediately wiped them away. "I want to be by your side, from now on." He whispered it onto my lips like a promise. My heart fluttered.

I held his hands, that cupped my face. "Me too, Hongjoong, I want to be with you, I want to support you for the rest of my life," I whispered weakly, my heart thumping like crazy.

Hongjoong smiled, his forehead still against mine, I never wanted to separate from him. He slowly leaned closer to my lips, hovering over them like a phantom, and then he finally captured my lips into a chaste kiss, I suddenly felt heartless, because I gave all my heart into his hands, and as he kissed me passionately, like I was the only thing that mattered on earth, I felt as he gave his heart into my hands, trusting me in keeping it safe. I buried it deep into my soul and locked it with a key, a key that was his lips against mine. Our lips moved together as I slowly straddled his lap. He held my waist strongly like was scared I might disappear. After a while we needed to separate, otherwise I would've collapsed from the lack of air. I leaned my forehead against his. Looking into his eyes, that the moon lighted up, I could see the moon in his eyes. We both breathed heavily into each other's lips. "You have no idea, how I wanted you, how I wanted you to be mine." He whispered against my lips, closing his eyes.

I cupped his face. "I'm here, I'm yours." I kissed him again slowly, our lips moving together like it was destined for each other.

We separated again, hardly, but we did. "I need to go after them, in a few days." He whispered, holding me closer to him, his eyes full of worry, like he didn’t want to leave me here, alone.

"I know." I caressed his cheek.

"Will you wait for me?" His voice was now full of fear. Afraid of losing me.

"I will, I will wait forever, if that's the case," I said smiling at him sadly.

He closed his eyes, looking like he wanted to stay here forever. "I love you, sugar." He whispered those words, that grounded me, then sent me up from the ground and took me up to the cotton candy-like clouds until the words found their place, in my heart. I never felt this grateful for someone, it almost hurt. "I love you, Hongjoong." It almost hurt; how much I loved him.

We stayed there for a while, embracing each other, taking in the other fully, not wanting to let go. I felt free, I felt like I finally had a reason to stay.

It was a usual Friday night, we were at Mist, and the usual friend group of ours gathered before Yunho and Hongjoong went to catch those bastards and close this case for good. We were drinking and laughing, the atmosphere was so calming, I felt happy seeing my friends laugh and feel good. My eyes searched for someone, who I always searched whenever he wasn’t in my sight. I didn’t even see him today, he told me he had business with the man they caught and told me we were going to meet at the pub. But Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen.

The pub suddenly went quiet as the lights turned off, darkness enveloping the patrons, hinting that something significant was about to happen. A really bad feeling caught me off-guard. A picture popped up in my mind, I was walking on a beach, alone; it could’ve showed me the past or even the future, who knew these things…

All of a sudden, the lights turned on at the stage and a figure was standing there with a guitar in their hands. As a light illuminated his face, my heart raced at the sight of his familiar features.

Hongjoong was standing on the stage with a guitar in his hands, the microphone standing in front of him, and his hair…the black side of his hair disappeared and it was now only blonde. With the lights on his face, he looked like a fallen angel his shadows formulating his invisible wings. He was wearing all black clothes, black skinny jeans around his legs, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket on top with white stars on it. He looked like a real star, on the stage.

Then he stepped closer to the microphone and started to play the guitar. It was a beautiful melody, that spoke to my soul, and as he started to sing my eyes immediately watered.

♪ And by now you should’ve somehow realized what you gotta do,

I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now ♪

He looked deep into my eyes, searching for my soul, so he could heal it, lighting up the darkness inside. He sounded like an angel; I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and seeing.

♪ There are many things that

I would like to say to you

But I don’t know how ♪

He was leaning close to the microphone, singing passionately, the veins on his neck tightening.

♪ I said maybe

You’re gonna be the one that saves me ♪

His gaze was so intense like he addressed this song to me, like he wrote it, just for me.

♪ And after all

You’re my wonderwall ♪

Tears immediately flew down my face from all the emotions that he made me feel. He made me feel loved and like I belonged somewhere, to someone.

As soon as he finished the high note at the end I quickly stood up and struggled a bit to run between the tables to the stage where he was still standing. When he saw me, I looked up at him with a proud smile, he put down the guitar and crouched down with a sweet smile on his face.

“Did you like it?” He reached his hand to my face, to wipe my tears away.

“Of course I liked it. It was so wonderful, Hongjoong, thank you.” I whispered to him, and as the words barely came out, I felt so overwhelmed.

“I should thank you for inspiring me, for being my muse.” He jumped down from the stage and grabbed me by my waist.

I blushed at that, not being used to this Hongjoong, “Yeah, whatever.” I chuckled as he pulled me even closer to him, his lips hovering over mine.

“I love you, sugar.” He whispered those sweet words and didn’t even wait for me to say it back, his lips were already on mine. It tasted sweet and passionate, like the last puzzle of my life was finally in its place after it shattered into pieces. Hongjoong slowly rebuilt the pieces that were lost in my past, my past that I thought was going to hunt me until I was alive. But Hongjoong cured me and painted my black life full of colors, I couldn’t be thankful enough for him. He was in my life almost from the beginning and I was blind enough to not see him, that he was my guardian angel my whole life.

The day of the farewell came, Hongjoong and Yunho managed to pull out some information from the captured man. The location of the said gang is somewhere overseas, they just need to surprise them so it’ll end. They needed to close this case for good. I felt like my heart was anchored into the depth of the ocean, tying me down there, not letting me go with Hongjoong.

We were standing in the driveway of our house, and they were packing some things into Hongjoong's Mustang, I was just standing there still, my legs were chained there, I wanted to cry, but I needed to stay strong for them.

Once they finished packing, Yunho closed the rear door and dusted off his hands. Hongjoong leaned against the car, giving us space for our goodbyes

Yunho stood in front of me, embracing me into a tight hug, and kissing the top of my head. "Please, stay safe, if anything happens back here, please call us." He caressed my back.

I nodded, burying my face deeper into his chest. "Okay. I will. Please be careful, and take care of each other." I blinked a few times, as tears wanted to escape my eyes.

Yunho now faced me, cupping my face. "We will, bye, Y/N. I’m proud of you!" He kissed my cheek gently, and stepped away from me, quickly sitting in the car, giving us space with Hongjoong. I looked at him, tears blurring my eyes. How do I say goodbye?

He pushed himself away from the car, and walked towards me slowly, his eyes taking me into his memory for eternity.

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked him, with a sad tone, as he stood in front of me.

He stepped closer to me and leaned his forehead against mine. "I will come back to you, I promise." He whispered against my lips, the promise lingering in the warm air. "I'm doing all of this to protect you. For us."

My heart was aching, I hated this, I hated that I needed to say goodbye, but it was not much time, he will come back to me.

I nodded, tears rolling down my face as I closed my eyes, wanting to keep him here forever. He slowly leaned towards my cheek, kissing away sweetly the tears from my face. "I love you, dangerously Y/N. Please wait for me." He slowly pecked my lips, sealing the words he said.

"I will wait for you. I love you, Joong, and come back to me." I said looking up into his eyes, taking him in, craving him into my memories forever.

He smiled at me happily and closed the distance between our lips, collapsing it against mine like he wanted to keep it in him as a treasure, that he wanted to protect his whole life. Tears rolled down both of our faces while kissing, taking in the other's tears, tasting them, giving the power to the other to keep going, to have the strength to live without the other. He slowly separated from me, his forehead against mine. "I have to go." He whispered weekly. I just nodded; words couldn't leave my lips.

"Goodbye." He looked at me, for the last time and turned around to sit into the driving seat without looking back just to drive away with Yunho.

I was standing there, watching as they drove away, until they disappeared into the world.

"Goodbye," I whispered quietly as they were long gone. My heart felt empty, as I felt them being farther and farther away. But our future floated in front of my eyes giving me the strength to keep going, I was full of hope because they were going to come back. 

≫ You left me here, alone

But we gave each other our hearts

So, we can stay with each other forever ≪

5 years later

Yunho and Hongjoong never returned.

Familiar darkness enveloped me as I stepped onto the much larger stage, the crowd gathered just for us. And it was because they wanted to see us.

I stepped in front of the microphone as the blinding light welcomed me, as it became my addiction, not wanting to step off the stage, because the only thing that helped me in my life was only this. I wanted to stay here forever in the dim light, as strange eyes watched me curious, waiting for me to sing so they could feel the same hurtful things I felt.

♪ An unfinished greeting

And the last empty compartment 

It's like a midsummer night dream ♪

I started to sing slowly, as my bandmates were following me, Yeosang standing there next to me giving me the power I needed. Everything felt like a dream and I never wanted to wake up.

♪ Time with all one's heart

A word that is filled with emotion

You were my dream and a miracle ♪

The lyrics came out from my lips, as my heart ached singing this song, that I wrote, that helped me get up from the dark, giving me hope. I song that I wrote about him, he was my miracle that got me out of the dark. Just to get back there.

♪ Like the last scene

I don't want to stay ♪

Flashbacks appeared in my mind, of his face, which was blurry now from the years, but I still kept it deep in my heart, his face when I last saw him, when he last promised me, he’ll come back to me.

♪ I open those closed eyes endlessly clear if you remember

Will I ever see you again? ♪

Tears appeared in my eyes, I remembered when I asked those words to him, scared I might not see him again…

♪ Nothing lasts forever,

The words of the world

Let's get back on track

It's not the end of our story ♪

I was singing, while hurtful tears rolled down my face, as I closed my eyes, singing my heart out. Nothing lasts forever, just as the times I was happy. I was happy beside him, but now as he was gone? What was I?

♪ A small voice that haunts me,

Endless Melody - Call us back

Will I ever see you again? ♪

I let my voice out, which echoed in the big field we were in. Leaning forward with my michrophone so I could raise my voice higher as the song slowly reached the end. Making my heart flat, as I let my feelings out, into the world, hoping that Hongjoong hears it somewhere in the world. Hoping that it’s not the end of our story.

♪ Remember us now

You and I will never end.

Will I ever see you again? See you again. ♪

<Previous chapter>

A/N: Soo...this happened. First of all my apologies. When I was writing the plot I already knew I wanted a tragic ending. But I couldn't be that merciless to kill both of them lol *hides*. So as I randomly listened to Red Velvet's song I immediately got inspired as to how this could end. It's kind of an open ending, you can take guesses of what will happen in the future, what happened to Hongjoong? Will he ever come back? Soo yeah, let me know your opinion I'm curious what you think hehe. Now I need to let go of this story :'(( Until the next one. *salutes and runs away* -orshii

[crusty-chronicles]

May I please request headcanons for Yusuke, Kurama, Hiei, and Jin walking in on their introverted, quiet female S/O singing and dancing to one of her favorite songs?

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting To Their S/O Singing

Yusuke 💥

Out of all the men here, he's the one most likely to tease you for it.

He doesn't do it with any ill intent, he just thinks it's cute to see you so in your element.

Relaxed and out of your shell.

Singing to who knows what while swaying your body to the beat.

It has a boyish grin breaking out across his face.

Before he knows it, he's calling out to you.

“I didn't know I was dating a little rockstar.”

You jump and the sound of his voice. Scrambling to turn around and seeing his grin widden at your embarrassment.

“How long were you standing there!?!” You questioned.

“Long enough to know you've got a pretty voice.”

You could feel your face burn at his words. His playful expression not helping calm your nerves.

You tried to walk past him, not wanting to be humiliated any further. And when he gently grabbed your wrist, you went to swat at him.

“Hey don't be mean!” he whined.

“I'm not being mean! Do you know how embarrassing it is to have someone walk in on you?”

His eyes softened at your words. Cupping your face and guiding your eyes to his.

“Why don't you keep singing, and I'll dance with you.” His other hand rested on your waist, pulling you a little closer.

“C'mon, let me hear more of you,” he urged.

“Not happening.” You tried to stand strong

But when he placed his forehead on yours and softly said-

“Not even if I say pretty please?”

You knew you were a goner.

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Kurama 🦊

He's very sweet about it.

He'd heard you from the moment he entered your shared home.

Listening as the softness from your voice carried through the air.

He allows himself a moment to just bask in your voice before alerting you to his presence.

Making sure his footsteps were loud enough for you to hear when he reached you.

Little by little your voice had died down.

You looked everywhere but him when he greeted you.

Trying to appear like you hadn't been doing anything before he arrived.

But you had a feeling he'd heard you. A knowing look he could never quite hide from you.

Then there was the fact that the next day there was an album left on your bed. The same one the song you'd been singing the day prior was featured on.

You've had your suspicions for a while. Mentally psyching yourself up to ask him.

No doubt you'd be flustered beyond belief if he said yes, but a part of you still wanted to know.

“Have you ever heard me singing before?” You asked during dinner one night.

His response came immediately.

“Not once.”

You could tell it was more to save you from embarrassment than outright denying it. A part of you extremely grateful for his thoughtfulness.

Even if he was telling the truth, you knew he'd never like fun at you for singing.

He'd most likely do whatever he could to make you feel more comfortable.

“Would you like to?” You offered.

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Hiei ⚔️

You wouldn't even know he'd walked in on you.

Oblivious to the way he stood right beside the door frame observing you.

Hearing the sweet notes of your voice while you swayed. Your eyes closed in content.

He was gone by the time you opened them. You were none the wiser that your partner had returned.

Hiei figured he'd come back later.

When you were less occupied.

He didn't want to risk you getting flustered, knowing you wouldn't be able to look him in the eye for weeks. He was stunted when it came to reassuring you. Not really knowing what to say to calm you down.

He'd rather avoid that situation entirely.

Giving you your privacy pays off for him.

You become more comfortable with the relationship.

Every now and then letting a small tune slip while in his presence. Unaware you were even doing so.

He won't point it out or address it.

But he'll always notice it

Singing your human songs that you manage to put a nice spin on

And in rare instances, he'll hear you humming softly to him while his head is in your lap.

On the cusp of falling asleep while your voice lulls him.

It's something you do intentionally. Thinking he can't hear you in this state.

He can.

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Jin 🌪️

It's actually extremely rare he's able to catch you off guard.

Jin’s a loud demon by nature. Usually announcing his presence when he visits you.

If you were singing before he came in, you're deathly silent when he approaches you.

Your face always flushed with embarrassment while he beams at you.

Picking you up and swinging you around before giving you a kiss

But there are times when he'll get home before you. Choosing to lounge about in your room until you get back.

It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.

So imagine his shock at waking up to your voice.

It's muffled and quiet from beyond the door, but the melody is still there.

His ears twitching at the sound until he fully processes what's happening.

You're singing.

He doesn't think he's ever heard such a sweet sound before.

It has him practically gliding towards you. Surprising you when he hugged you from behind.

Hiding his face in your neck while he spoke.

“I didn't realize I snatched me an enchantress. You've been holding out on me.”

You gave a squeal, trying your best to cover your face out of sheer embarrassment.

“I didn't know you were here. I'll just…be quiet now.” You mumbled out.

“C’mon. Dontcha be shy now.” He pleaded, uncovering your face from your hands and cooing at your flustered state.

“How about I start ya off?” He offered before mimicking the tune you were singing previously.

Except it was horribly off key, causing you to start laughing.

It was the final push you needed before giving in.

“Okay, okay. You're a goof, you know?”

“But I'm yours all the same.”

[strongbabe2907]

28/3/2024 Oberhausen, turbinenhalle

GIG REVIEW, DIR EN GREY mode of withering to death.

Since the m&g was at 6 and the gig didn’t start till 8 it was a bit of a long wait.

Luckily they started right on time!

It was just surreal to see them again and so up close, RAHHH. Shinay wore a white dress jacket and black trousers. Kaoru wore a beautiful 3 piece. He later took off the jacket so we could see the waistcoat and billowy shirt underneath better. Die wore his black dress/leather shorts combo with a red and black thing over it for most of the show. Toshiya wore his sparkly black dress with the leather boots, gosh, so pretty!! And Kyo was in his black adidas tracksuit. Tshirt underneath and a necklace over it. He wore 2 rings on his left hand, pinky and middle fingers, I think. He wore a white/blind contact lens in his left eye and his right was normal. Had the bald head with the extensions on it and the make up he did for most of the shows. Ah speaking of make up- Kaoru had two little vampire fangs drawn on him!! It was so cute.

I don’t know the exact setlist. I’m sure someone has already posted it but I think it was the same for the other Withering shows. It was just amazing to hear these song live and the music was good and Kyo was audible and RAAHH it was just so, so fucking good.

They seemed really energetic and especially during Jesus Christ R ‘n R Kyo was interacting with the crowd a lot. He took out his earpiece to listen to us sing and also shouted ‘Sing!’ at us at the ominous communication part. AHHH. It was amazing! I think I spotted the tiniest crack of a smile on Kyo’s face.

The others switched places during playing which was very nice! They just all seemed to be in good spirits. I also saw Kaoru singing along with a few songs and so did Die and idk why but it just made me immensely happy.

I’ve worn blind/white eye lenses before and you can’t see much out of them so Kyo only had 1 good eye during the show. He had moments of looking into the crowd but I noticed he spend a lot of time singing with his eyes almost closed for a good while. I can relate, I couldn’t help from closing my eyes from time to time to just feel the music, even though I didn’t want to miss a second of it. He also danced to a few songs, and after having seen them live for quite some years, to me it felt like he generally had a good time and good live. His voice was also SO good, gosh. How that man has grown (figuratively, bwhaha).

They ended with Akoru no oka (my heart) and it was quiet a moment before Kyo just said BYE BYE in the mic and left the stage. Shinya threw his drumsticks and the other 3 stayed a little longer to throw their water bottles and plectrums. Kaoru threw one of his weirdly on the otherside where we were standing and I think it bounces off the barricade or something!? But it made him burst out in laughter and that was so nice to see ;o;

Die nearly killed someone with his bottle throw LOL, and after that we gathered ourselves and it was time to get ready to leave and head back home. I just felt filled with joy, and still do the morning after. So happy I decided to go and also finally chance the meet and greet.

Feel free to repost pictures, but please credit!

[miowritings]

can i request an akito fic where reader is a new member and quite shy so she dosent interact much? so akito would think they’re useless ? but they actually have a really soft voice and cute personality >.<

꧁“𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞”꧂

Akito shinonome x shy!gn! Reader

✮A/N: HIHI so sorry i took long to finish your request😭 im very inactive on all my platforms cause im focusing on my life rn and exams are coming up, nevertheless hope you enjoy<33

✮Synopsis: you, a shy new member, impress akito with the song you made!

✮Contains: slight ooc?, Not proofread,akito here is slightly judgmental?

Akito wasnt... That fond of you,not that he hated you or anything, he wasnt.. used to you, you could tell, when he made music, he'd give you the most simplest lines, or the shortest.. not that youre complaining, you just wanted more!

nevertheless, the group would still care and try to make you feel at home, they would call you by your first name or a nickname, tell some jokes, tease you, and anything as long as you feel happy around them

all changed until you decided to make music, all on your own, ofcourse with the help of friends but it was mostly you! And after weeks of making, you wanted to let the group have a listen!

the group was astonished when they heard the beat.. it was strong and intense, they were surprised when you were the one making the beats and tunes, you were so shy that its unlikely of someone to make music as intense as this

"y-you made this..? Oh wow! I wouldnt have expected that you could make songs like this.." Kohane smiled, An happily listened, while Toya and akito listened close

"This could work for this new gig... I remember Kotaro saying that the people who were attending had hardcore-ish vibes.. not that i know what he meant" Toya spoke up, an and kohane nodded in agreement. "This sounds.. pleasant.. right, lets use this.." he says, now looking at you.

weeks passed and you were finally able to make the lyrics with the help of Kohane, now was to split the lyrics

"hm.. y/n, can you try singing this part? Im confused if you or Kohane should sing this.." an asked, looking awkward.. "oh, nono, y/n can take this part.. they made the music, ofcourse they should have more lines" she says playfully, making you giggle

"hm.. okay" An nodded, now looking at you, she gave you a small nod, indicating that you could start singing... Honestly, the way an and akito practices feels like having to audition to be in an idol band..

you cleared your throat and started singing, that when Akito finally took you seriously, he puts his things down and listened.. you voice was.. adorable.. soothing..nice? He couldnt tell, after all, your voice is amazing and that he had a hard time describing it, once you were finished, all of them gave you a big round of applause, including akito, which made you feel.. fuzzy after all, it wasnt always that he'd cheer for you.

Once the sun was setting, the environment got darker, kohane left first, then toya, then an, it was just you and akito both..

Before you could keave, akito stopped you, grabbing you lightly by the shoulder. "Hey.. uh.. just wanted to say that.. your voice sounds nice.. please, keep up the good work y/n" he gave you a genuine smile, you nodded to reply "o-ofcourse.! I'll keep practicing til i physically cant!" You blurted out "oh? Haha, please dont.." he replied, sounding concerened, but quickly hiding it. "Wanna walk home with me? My House isnt that far from here" he asked you nodded and followed him through the exit. "Sure, i'd love too..!"

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Oh look more headcanons

Who'd have guessed

Not me for sure

Okay sorry I'll shut up.

I'm highly music-driven and have been for many many years of my life.

And I'm presently unreasonably obsessed with The Fratellis after suddenly remembering they exist after like fifteen years of not hearing a single one of their songs. Don't ask me, it just happened a couple months ago and I decided not to question it.

So this is really stupidly niche of me, but these are their songs/lyrics that I associate with the Best Boys™, in a Character X Reader sense. The songs that are typically playing halfway on repeat when I'm writing any of them lately.

The song-links go to Spotify. It's not necessary to listen to them, the lyrics here are the main catalyst, but if you want to listen I'm not going to complain.

no but please I hope you like the music that I like I have no one to talk to about it and as a half-assed musician it's literally killing me and

Anywho.

Zoro

Living in the Dark

I was nothing less than torn, crying out to be reborn

Come back, baby, you could make me happy,

Maybe you could prove me wrong

You're the only one who could ever save me,

Maybe you could prove me wrong

I've been living in the dark down here too long

The song itself is far more upbeat than I'd generally associate with Zoro, but the lyrics speak to me on his behalf. The upbeat tempo is the equivalent of what you do to his heart when you're near him; it's strange and unfamiliar, but it's nice. He's iffy about being close with anyone, and he won't admit it out loud but he wants to be.

He's been alone for years, for damned near all of his life, and you're like the light at the end of that tunnel. He might try to push you away or be aloof and impersonal at first because the thought of being vulnerable frightens him a little, but he wants to be proven wrong. He wants to let you in, and he's willing to try.

Sanji

Sugartown

I get the strangest sense we were lovers past-tense

Like a dog in heat I just can't be indiscreet

And when I see you there, I whisper my prayer, so sweet

I'm getting shakey on my feet, I'm incomplete

And if you just can't do me right

Then, honey, please, do me wrong

I'll be your one man band, I'll be at your command

Just say the word and I'll be your Renaissance man

This entire damned song is the anthem of Sanji. It's like a 1950's bop, the type of song that you can't help but smile at. It's sweet and cute and pining, just like our favorite chef. He's just utterly obsessed and hoplessly devoted to you and every single thing you do. He can't keep his eyes or his mind off of you at any given time.

Just the sight of you entering the room takes his breath away, puts stars in his eyes. He would do or give absolutely anything to have you and to keep you forever, and he's going to make sure you know it.

Shanks

Babydoll

Babydoll, do you believe they'll catch you when you fall?

And when morning comes, the sun is gonna shine

Don't forget, your minor keys your half-lit cigarette

'Cause when morning comes, I know that you'll be mine

So let me in

I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins

Not leave it to chance and sweet coincidence

I don't know. The soft yet slightly playful tone of the song in general just screams Shanks to me for no reason I can completely put in words. This particular portion of the lyrics is what I associate most with him.

He knows he wants you, and he wants to make sure you know it. Not to beat around the bush about it, but not pressure you either. Just make sure you know how much he cares about you and be as gentle and sweet as possible to prove it...and he knows it's going to work, and that you're already his whether you know it or not. But jfc also imagine that goddamned voice of his calling you babydoll please excuse me I need to go touch grass now

Mihawk

Medusa In Chains

I'm not your miracle man, I'm not your spirit guide

Before this whole thing began I had some sense of pride

Just one more night with your lips, your company is hard to eclipse

Weak-kneed, yes indeed, guardanteed, make my heart bleed

Give me a reason to breathe, don't let my sun go down

I'll make you stand and recieve, I'll be your sacred ground

Be my Medusa in chains, petrified

Only your beauty remains

The entire song. The ENTIRE SONG screams Mihawk to me. Slow-burn and seductive from start to finish. I get the same exact chills from this song that I get when he delivers that "Magnificent" line.

Lyrically relevant too. Falling for you in spite of his pride (and he has a LOT of pride to get past). You're like nothing he has ever experienced and he's utterly and hopelessly addicted to you. As much as he wants to fight it, he can't. In the same breath that he's trying to push you away and retain some grip on himself he's also pulling you back for more. He hardly even knows who he is anymore when you're near.