#band au ! TXT

[silvergyus]

part one of ? of my txt rockband au

hueningkai who presses his whole face into the microphone. whose lips and nose crash against the metal- once cool, now hot from his presence- with every note he sings. he pulls away for a sharp intake of breath as taehyun carries his note up and over, bridging the gap between kai's harmonies. kai, whose body all but swallows the microphone stand, passion pouring out of him in this physical display, this need to be listened to- to be heard- is made tangible.

his fingers dance quickly, perfectly over the strings of his guitar, even pressed as he is he never once falters, never once doesn't land each chord exactly on time. he famously doesn't play any songs that aren't by tomorrow x together- doesn't need to. these are all he has the patience for. the chords that he's left space for in his brain are the ones that carry the message that he needs to share. these are the songs he knows, and he knows them perfectly.

he comes down from the high of performing slowly, like he's getting pushed back onto shore. he settles back into sheepish grins and hiding behind his bangs. into biting his lip when he's unsure, into feeling like he takes up to much space. he isn't sure that he likes the spotlight when it isn't the bright heat of the stage lights. he's still learning that the glow of the stage causes a light to follow him everywhere. one day he will grow accustomed to it, find himself almost welcoming it, relishing in it. his posture will grow straighter, his hair pushed back away from his eyes.

right now he is loud. right now he is in his element. right now the pulse of the band booms loud in his blood- the kickdrum beat beomgyu provides is a heartbeat that each of the members aligns with. right now he doesn't even notice that the mic is hot against his mouth, doesn't register anything beyond the music and how it feels to perform these songs with his members. this is the world, and it is big and perfect and more than he could ever need. and when the cheers from the crowd break through to his thoughts, he registers them slowly, like the roar of a wave from under the water. suddenly it feels like a second sun shines. the blur of faces singing his lyrics back to him are like a star burning brightly, keeping him alive like a perfect green earth. and he realizes, the world is even bigger than the five of them, and they made this bright world together.

[numelfanclub]

i don't have anything to post this is so sad does anyone have any drawing suggestions or smth i need to draw stsg i will take ANYTHING except like tip touch tuesday n shit like that #minor

if y'all wanna put shit in asks you can go ahead idm [i love asks so much actually]

[m4xlesbian]

fem!bandau 🌷🫶 i’ve been chewing on them since 2023 so i’ve decided to share them with the world 😁💕 i used picrew to make these btw‼️

max — bass + vocals

charles — keyboard (she also is the songwriter‼️)

lando — drums

george — rhythm guitar

alex — lead guitar

[cawslew]

Been wondering what type of music Dazatsu in Band AU would make, and I've come up with 3 choices (adding the songs for vibes I think they would go for):

alternative rock/indie rock, something like "Reptilia" – The Strokes "I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor" – Arctic Monkeys "Fell in Love With a Girl" – The White Stripes

Grunge (maybe post-grunge?) "Black" – Pearl Jam "Everlong" – Foo Fighters "Creep" – Radiohead

Dream Pop (??? Soemthing like that at the very least) "Therapy" – All Time Low "When You Sleep" – My Bloody Valentine "Somebody Else" – The 1985

Idk, now that I'm writing this, I could somewhat see them doing soft Acoustic with/or Folk Rock, but the only suggestion I can give for that is "The Night We Met" – Lord Huron

[artbyace]

victoria de angelis gives me major fem sirius if they were in a band vibes

like. the poses. the outfits. the vibes. the energy. the star on the bass. everything.

[txt-fic-recs]

hii, is it possible to find this beomjun au where they are both in a rock band?

240722

Hello anon !

Sorry for answering this two years late but we have a few like this:

baby we're the new romantics (E, 6.5k)

forever is a star hanging from your ceiling. (E, miscommunication, childhood friends, 22k)

in these trying times (we’re not trying) (M, 40k)

in your gilded light (M, university!au, religious trauma, 23k)

Love Shot (M, 10k)

Own my mind and I’ll own your body. (E, rival bands, 4.5k)

stroke game too good to pass on (E, omega verse, 4.8k)

youngblood (E, exes to lovers, 11k)

although they’re not both in a band in these two, I’d also recommend Paper Towns (T, 150k) and Everytime an artist… (M, 35k) as they’re both great and feature guitarist beomgyu!

mod mal

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Fun fact about my TADC Rockband AU:

The band's dynamic is highly based off of Set It Off's, mainly from their old vlogs

[definitelynotshouting]

xisuma being stressed keeping everything together, scar having to appear happy because no one else is there to cheat them up, tango being there and dealing with it and helping just because he loves Jimmy. sighhh I want to STRANGLE them all they’re sooooo /aff

Oh gods yeah Xisuma is having a time of it. Its not even with keeping everyone together-- technically, thats what Scar is trying to do. But Xisuma is handling the sudden stress of seeing a friend almost die in front of him, and knowing that even though it was a communal decision to kick him out of Hermitcraft, he was still the person who actually did it. That sticks with you. He's also trying to keep the server theyre currently in from collapsing, and recovering from toting five people including himself around in the in-between. Mans is going through it, his head is NOT in the best place even remotely right now

Scar is. My gods Scar is doing his best to keep things working, keep them together, keep everyone from falling apart. He's the glue binding them all right now, the one who organized this mission and got them on board in the first place, and now he's trying to take care of everyone while also taking care of Grian. Honestly shocking that he hasn't visibly cracked yet, but he's good at dissociating his emotions from the tasks he feels he needs to complete. Checklists, checking on people, keeping himself in check... He's reeling from one crisis to the next, and it doesn't help that Grian's unintentional feeding is heightening tensions.

As for Tango.... he's here because of Jimmy, yeah, but Grian was also his friend. He's missed him, and now that he's here, it's really concerning how bad Grian is doing. And Tango is kinda caught in a hard place with that, because this situation has left him floundering. What do you even say to someone you care so much about but whom has also hurt you so deeply??? Emotions are hard; fixing tangible stuff is much more easy. He's trying to keep everything organized like a well-oiled machine, and also keep himself from drowning, all while trying to update an increasingly worried Jimmy on the side. They are all going through it SO HARD right now, and these next few chapters are about to make it ten times worse<3

[beomwooxie]

MYTR - Chapter 2

SUMMARY - masterlist

What happens when two not-so rivals bands from the same town try making it big? What happens when two members of the not-so rivals bands in questions are just idiots in love, too dumb to realise it? Well, they make pretty great drama and write pretty good songs about it.

pairings : beomgyu x female reader

warnings : kinda angst, swear words

wc : 3,3k

notes : this is more of a filler, the real angst/fluff/everything is coming next so stay tuned :p

inspo : the song they end up writing in this chapter is literally this (i just love keshi so much)

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Arlo’s dorm room was piled with scrunched up paper pages, and empty coffee cups. Y/N was lying down, her stomach pressed against the floor, her notebook in front of her open and covered in erasures. They had been working on this song for at least one week already, getting the idea of a beat the week prior.

It all started with them saying they should write a romantic song for their new EP, searching for a beat that could go along the vibe they were aiming for. They had vibed on the topline that Bowie made at the time, but they couldn’t find anything else they could add, until now. During one of their practice sessions a few days ago, Ronan had come up with the idea of the guitar riff for the chorus. Arlo already recorded his bass line and Bowie the drums on her electric drums. They already recorded some toplines. Now, all they needed were lyrics and a melody. And it was the genius Soren who came with the first line that determined the path of this song.

‘We said the vibe was longing for someone, right?’ They all responded to their bandmates with a nod. ‘Okay, then what about: been waiting for you to take a turn in my arms.’

It seemed like everything suddenly aligned, the idea of progression slowly starting to imprint in their brain. That’s what led to this working session with Arlo and Y/N. They often split up to work on different songs, and then everyone added their touches and looked for changes if needed.

Y/N was scanning every word on the pages of her unfinished lyrics book, where she kept pieces of verse, subject, and themes for songs but still raw and unreviewed. She searched for words that could fit into the song. It seemed like all she had wrote about. Longing for someone, not knowing where you were standing with them, feeling like being in the dark and not knowing where to go. And suddenly, it all made sense. She started to search for every line she wrote about Beomgyu; underlining lines from different random writings, listing them all.

‘Arlo, can you replay the song from the start but with Soren’s topline? Think I have something for the verses.’

‘Sure, babe.’

She was vibing along to the beat of the unfinished song for now, and while they were listening, she scratched up some words with a pen, added arrows and asterisks before saying:

‘Okay, what do you think about: say the word, I know what you’re thinking but just say it first. For the first line of the chorus. And then, for the second verse ‘Nanana, you finally found the high that you’ve been chasing, only one more choice you got to make.’

Let’s see what we can build around this. It can be so great. Let’s start by recording what you already have, and we’ll adjust it with Chris later. Just topline the rest.’

Chris was Soren and Ronan’s friend who also happened to work at a record label, and even though they weren’t going professional right now, he helped them when they needed to record their songs and helped them with the mixing. The older boy always acted bored by their songs but as time went on, and as they started to take this more seriously, Chris started to like working with them and surprised himself sometimes listening and bopping along to what they had produced. He kind of felt like he needed to help them grow and protect them, his older brother-like personality coming up front.

Replaying the song repeatedly, they added melodies and other toplines as they went on. They stopped working at around eight o’clock, deciding to take a break, content with how the blanks were slowly starting to fill up. They sent a video to their band group chat, and waited for their reaction, taking a break. Suddenly, Arlo smirked before speaking up.

‘Y/N… Are you thinking about what I’m thinking right now?’

‘An iced coffee?’

‘God yes, we should totally get one while waiting for the others to answer.’

‘Okay, let’s go.’

They dressed up to survive the freezing weather of the winter, draping themselves into large scarves and she put on Beomgyu’s baby blue beanie – that she stole from him a year ago. The two friends started to make their way out of Arlo’s residency. As they kept on walking further down out of the campus area, they started to be able to make out the café on the other side of the street. From where they were, Y/N could see Beomgyu’s flat, that he shared with his bandmates, since it was on the opposite pavement of the café. The lights were on, and she wondered if Gyu - as she liked to name him, was there.

‘Y/N, focus girl.’ Arlo’s arm was linked with hers, as they were walking slowly, taking in the sight of the city in silence.

‘Right, sorry,’ she sighed.

‘It’s alright. I know what happened last weekend kind of fucked you up, but try to no get too distracted by it, he’s just some boy.’

Beomgyu’s words from last week echoing in her head, about her being “his girl.” The subject didn’t come up between them yet, sort of avoiding it and taking turns in changing subjects during the conversation to avoid talking about last Friday. Still, Arlo’s reaction of calling him “just some boy” annoyed her. At first, the dark-haired boy on her side used to be a fervent supporter of the idea that Beomgyu was probably in love with her “or something”, that he just couldn’t (or wouldn’t?) admit the truth, and that he was basically a coward, because she was obviously as in love as the poor boy was. He rooted for his friend many times, but his support soon faded when this situation hadn’t evolved in months. He had advised Y/N to move on, and that’s why, when everything went down last weekend, she had been so troubled.

She always analyzed what her friends had said to her. Arlo was always the first one to give love advice and most times, he aimed right. For her, the only possible truth was Arlo’s: Beomgyu didn’t love her, just loved the attention and the playing between them, so she just had to distance herself. At the time, Arlo had said “keep rejecting him, he’s going to get the hint you’re not into this kind of games anymore, eventually.” But the eventually still hasn’t come, and Y/N was troubled about it.

The couple of friends finally reached their destination and when they entered the warm place, and as Arlo’s transparent glasses started to fog up, she noticed the place was quite calm compared to a usual weekday night. Usually, students that had forget a super important deadline came here to get their caffeine levels fixed, while working on their last-minute papers. She took a few seconds to scan the room, noticing a brown set of hair she seemed to be familiar with. She could recognize that face out of a million others. She quickly yanked Arlo’s arm to grab his attention, and he looked around with a puzzled look. ‘Is that…?’

The bright, red-dyed hair girl didn’t need to look twice to know it was him. After all, he was her best friend as they said, and she could make out his silhouette even in the dark.

‘Don’t tell me you’re going to go talk to him,’ her friend sighed. ‘You’ve been avoiding him all week and made it until now.’

And she was thinking he was right. Firstly, Beomgyu seemed too concentrated on his work to even notice her, and she decided it would be just unpolite to go and bother him when he seemed so focused on the task he was handling. But the thing about these two is that they had developed a bond so deep that she swore they could feel each other’s presence in a room. And perhaps her theory was proven right tonight, as the boy she was deeply in love with suddenly straightening his back. She could see him stretching a little, relying on the back of his chair. Then, his head looked up, his eyes locking with hers instantly.

‘Well, guess it’s too late to avoid him now.’ At this point, Arlo might as well have been talking to himself since she wasn’t paying any attention to what was happening around her anymore.

The whole course of the week since the incident suddenly replayed in her head. The part when she left his flat early in the morning, after he had fell asleep on his bed, her lying next to him but starting at the ceiling, not as able as he when he let himself go to sleep. She literally ducked a corner to avoid bumping into him in the hall of the university. Her avoiding Yeonjun, too embarrassed about what happened to answer his texts asking her if they “could talk.”         She had replied to Beomgyu’s texts that she was sick, and it was maybe not a clever idea when he asked if they could hang out. She posted a story the same evening hanging with her band to make music when Gyu had asked her if “she was avoiding him because she didn’t seem too sick to hang with her bandmates.” Y/N insisted that she was sick, really, but she couldn’t get out of band practice if she didn’t want Soren to murder her. Gyu restrained himself from going to her flat and ringing the bell until they could talk it out, overthinking that maybe she just didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.

On the other side of the café, Gyu thought about what to do for a few seconds. Then, he just decided he’d wave at her awkwardly and would rethink his course of action based on her reaction. She waved back when the young woman behind the register asked what their orders were. She seemed new - the regular baristas now knowing their orders with how frequently they were coming in when on writing sessions.

‘Caffeine, and lots of it.’ Arlo said in a sigh, making the young girl giggle. The usual Arlo-charm like personality always worked. ‘One iced americano for me, and one iced latte for her, please.’

While the blonde woman was casually flirting with Arlo, who seemed to enjoy the situation, Y/N decided that she should stop this bullshit and at least properly say hello to her best friend. While she was walking towards him, she took in his appearance. Usually, Gyu wears some make up around his eyes. But not this time, as he was bare-faced – how Y/N preferred him, even though she always surprised herself at how beautiful she found him. He was wearing his large grey zipped hoodie, that had unfortunately turned to a cropped one due to a washing machine mishap. His hair was kind of disheveled – he must have passed his hands through it often, a habit of his when he was trying to concentrate on something. And lastly, she noticed the small blush that started to creep up his cheeks.

‘Hi you,’ Beomgyu jumped out as she approached his table. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I’m with Arlo!’ She nervously let out, then realizing that it was obvious she was with him since he was literally right next to the counter, under his sight. ‘Well, you can see him, what an idiot I am’ she let out a nervous giggle. ‘We’re getting some caffeine in our systems; we’re trying to finish this song that we’ve been working on for a week now and we’re kind of stuck. So, while we waited for the others to answer our plan, we came here. What are you doing here?’

While she was explaining the reason for her presence, Gyu also took his turn at checking her out. Her cheeks are still pink from the coldness outside, her head covered in his beanie and the large scarf she had decided to knit one year ago when she was in her “handcraft” era – her words, not his. She seems fidgety, toying with something hiding in her pocket.

‘Well see, while preparing for our wonderful gig coming up, I completely forgot that I had this paper to hand in like… 4 hours tops. So, I’m struggling, that’s what I’m doing.’ He answered her, accompanied by a tired smile. She looked back at her other friend, still talking to the barista, and guessed that she could pursue the conversation with Gyu.

‘Why aren’t you at your flat? It’s literally on the other side of the street.’

‘Because Soobin invited his girl, and they are being all lovey dovey and noisy and I heard them fuck and that made me angry.’ He explained, exaggerating the words “his girl,” making a shiver go through her whole body. She thought that surely, he had deliberately chosen these specific words.

‘Ah… I see…’ She took a glance at the register and saw Arlo coming back with her drink in his hands. He joined them, greeted Beomgyu rapidly, before telling Y/N they should head back. ‘You’re right,’ the young girl answered. ‘Text you later, Gyu?’

‘Sure, see ya! Have a good writing session, guys.’

‘Have a good paper writing session Gyu!’ She imitated him and gave him a sort of hug from the side, her skin buzzing at the sensation. Their eyes lingered a bit too long to be considered normal, and she finally broke the improvised starring contest before making her way outside, following her tall friend. Her phone instantly buzzed, and she looked at the notification that had appeared on the screen.

Gyu: Your song was playing while you were talking to me, haha.

            Y/N: My song? Which one?

Gyu: Dreams by The Cranberries.        

            Y/N: OMG. I love that song.

Gyu: I know, dumbass.

Gyu: it was good to see you even though it was quite short.

Gyu: I’m drowning in homework, help meeeee.

Gyu: We should hang out soon, are you free tomorrow?

Y/N: Depends on what time and if I finish this song tonight if I’m in the vibe you know.

Y/N: I’ll text you

Y/N Do you want to hear it when it’s done?

Gyu: Of course!!

When they entered Arlo’s dorms, they put their mind back into the song even though she was now quite disturbed since she had seen Beomgyu. She never knew what to think about him, even after all these years of knowing him. Things between them were always so… tense. And that tension had tripled since the ‘incident.’ She thought again of their gaze locked together and she scribbled down something on her notebook.

A knock made itself echo on Arlo’s wooden door. He got up, unlocked it, and saw Bowie, their fellow bandmate and best friend on the other side. The strawberry blonde-hair girl didn’t even waited for him to invited her to enter; she invited herself in and asked Y/N how she was and if she had seen a ghost with “that stupid look on her face.”

‘Might as well has been,’ Arlo chimed in. ‘We bumped into you know who at the café.’

‘Yeonjun?’

‘Worse. Beoms.’

‘Shit,’ she cursed out through her teeth. She was taking all her stuff out of her tote bag while asking ‘How awkward was it?’

‘A solid hundred out of ten,’ her best friend sat on the floor replied to her, nose still in her notes.

‘Oh, I’m sorry for you, girlie. Want me to beat his ass?’

‘Come on Miss Ziggy, this is a business meeting, no talking about boys until the end of the session.’ She rolled her eyes at his remark, practically sure he was going to bring up his crush at least once during their writing session.

‘What are you doing here, by the way? I thought you were supposed to be working with Ronan?’

‘He ditched me to go to his boyfriend’s recording or something.’

‘Heavy blow.’

As they worked on the lyrics all together, Bowie’s British accent kept coming out while she was analyzing the lyrics they wrote, making them laugh and mock her a little bit. Y/N felt relieved she was there. Bowie was her best friend, and she knew her like the back of her hand. She knew that if she showed she didn’t want to talk about it, Bowie wouldn’t try to bring up the incident as they called it, on every occasion possible.

‘Okay guys, it’s fun and all being a genius and helping you out, but I still have progress to make on this song with Ronnie even though he left me all alone. Song’s not going to write itself if you see what I mean. So do your thing, and I’ll do mine.’

She then proceeded to put her headphones on, and bumping her head along to whatever beat she was listening to. Her friends went back to the task at hand: writing some lyrics for this song.

‘Right so, what do you think about this: get lost in the moment, get lost with you but I can’t read your mind, when all you do is dance on the line.’

‘I see it. It fits. Let’s record this.’

The pair did this for quite a while, going back in forth between brainstorming some ideas, recording, and listening to it. At one point, Bowie being too curious, she took out of her headphones and paid attention to what the other two were doing.

‘Maybe at this point you could add something like ‘I know what you’re thinking, I can feel it, but I need you to tell me first.’

The brit girl really had more difficulties writing than the others, she thought, because she was always too self-conscious. Even though writing songs was an act of being vulnerable – you literally had to put your feelings out there, she didn’t want to pass as inferior compared to her friends and brought the ideas but never went all the way into forming it. Y/N had caught on to this fact a while back, and instead of bluntly bringing it up, she always danced around it.

‘So, you’re saying like: I know what you’re thinking, seeing on your face but just say it first?’

‘No, it doesn’t sound quite right. Wait, let me think about this for a second.’ She paused, furrowing her brows. ‘Let’s say: I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. And in the second verse, right before the thing you wrote add the thing about the face.’

Y/N smirked, knowing the trick always worked. She continued a little bit with this, making Bowie come up with some bits and pieces here and there.

The thing is Bowie kind of caught on after a while that Y/N did this to help her, and she was so appreciative of her friend. Even more so because the boys in their team seemed so clueless about it.

After three hours of working like that, midnight nearly striking on the clock, their reached a satisfying point. The verses were nearly full. The beat needed mixing, and the vocals needed proper recording, the harmonies still needed to be thought about. But they were happy about it. As per tradition, they played it a couple times, memorizing the freshly wrote lyrics, and recorded a video of them vibing to it, to send it to their bandmates and to post on their socials.

The members of Dreamline weren’t the only people to get that video that night. As Y/N promised Beomgyu, she had sent him the video of the finished first draft.

The time displayed on his laptop screen was now 00:01 am. He had hand in his paper right on time. He stared at the screen satisfied with himself, taking in all the iced coffee cups now melted surrounding him on the table. He was starting to pack his stuff up to walk back to his shared apartment, where a notification appeared on his screen.

Y/N: Here’s the song. It’s only the first draft. Let me know what you think of it!!

He unlocked his phone, opened the messages app, and looked at the miniature of the video. Bowie, Arlo and finally Y/N were all standing up, probably dancing to the song in question. He put his volume to maximum, took a deep breath, and played the video.

“Say it, say it—you do this all the time, no sense in holding back tonight. I can’t contain it, even if I tried. I get lost in the moment, get lost with you, but I can’t read your mind when all you do is dance on the line. Can’t read your mind, all I need is a sign. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. The look you’re giving me gives you away; you’ve finally found the high that you’ve been chasing, only one more choice you got to make. I need you to tell me because I can’t read your mind—all I need is a sign. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. So close to your body—can you feel it? Come and spend the night with someone new. You’re talking with your hands, but do you mean it? Baby, all you gotta do is say the word. I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn in my arms for a second. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. Say the word—I know what you’re thinking, but just say it first. I’ve been waiting all this time for you to take your turn, just for a second in my arms. Baby, say the word, and I’ll be yours. Say the word.”

The more it went along, the more it made him think of last week’s incident, as he liked to call it. Was she referring to this? Of course, she hadn’t wrote the song by herself, he knew that. But it could strangely relate to every line of this song. His heart strung at the sight of her, completely lost in dancing, looking proud of herself. He wasted no time before answering her, knowing how stressful the moment you were waiting for a judgment was.

Gyu: I think I’ve just hear my new favorite song for the first time.

Gyu: it’s so good.

Gyu: did you record all the guitar lines??? It sounds so good, really.

Y/N: do you really like it??

Y/N: I recorded the verses, but the chorus is from Ronnie.

Y/N: We’re having a session with Chris next week to record it so the sound will be better!

Y/N: Having some trouble tuning my guitar once again, my chords need a change

Beomgyu knew how badly she hated changing her chords. She said she feared it might snap in her face at any given moment. And a face was hers was too pretty for guitar chords to snap, that was for sure.

Gyu: Let’s hang out and I’ll change them, I have some spares in my room somewhere.

Suddenly, the answers, who were flowing in until now, took a stop. The three little dots on the screen were moving, but no sign of her message. Then, they disappeared. Shit, he thought. He made his move too soon. He fucked up again. He still waited a few seconds before getting out of the café. But no more messages from her appeared on his phone that night. Though he still waited until the early hours of the day before finally drifting off to sleep.

[pinktyuns]

( this is a teaser for my most recent fic called SHOEGAZE SEX! its out now & being updated so i hope u check it out!! <3 )

being roommates with someone who was previously a stranger was interesting, taehyun had decided. being roommates with someone had you learning about weird intimate personal things that you didn’t just know about people.

like when beomgyu first asked taehyun how he felt about you, beomgyus childhood best friend, moving into their spare room and them splitting rent 3 ways instead of 2, taehyun didn’t know anything about you when you showed up on their, and now your, doorstep for the first time, smiling shyly.

that first day when you introduced yourself before all your living materials showed up taehyun didn’t know anything about you, just that you and beomgyu grew up best friends after beomgyu bit you in the pre-k. if he was being honest, he expected you to be everything like beomgyu, loud, talkative, kind of messy, but endearing and loving either way. taehyun was partially right, it was obvious that you were loving, but he hadn’t spent enough time with you to know if you were endearing or not; however, you were nothing like your best friend. where beomgyu was loud you seemed more reserved, thinking before you spoke. where beomgyu never took out his empty cereal bowls from the sink you picked up everything you used, it was like you weren’t even there. and you didn’t scream at soobin over discord playing video games at godly hours of the morning, which was nice considering your room was right next to taehyuns.

it was nice being your roommate, you were nice. granted, you and taehyun were definitely not close enough to be considered friends, maybe acquaintances.

he would watch your anime with you in the living room and you would sit at the kitchen table together doing homework at night, both of you slaving over your stem majors. when you guys realized you went to the same on-campus gym, you started walking there together, sometimes with small talk but mostly walking tandem in silence, which was nice, the silence with you was somehow comforting. at the end of his workouts he would always come find you, waiting to walk back with you or sometimes even grab a protein smoothie. you even offered to help him dye his hair from the pale pink to the bright blue in your shared bathroom, your hands stained with blue like you had killed a smurf as taehyun washed his hair out, quiet indie music filling the bathroom.

it was nice, and taehyun, even though knowing nothing of importance about you, decided he liked you.

but being roommates with someone had you knowing interesting, personal things about them, even if taehyun thought he knew nothing of importance.

taehyun knew things about you some of your closest friends didn’t, like he couldn’t name your favorite color but he could name exactly what body wash you used and could probably describe the smell in detail (eucalyptus, with a little spearmint, and tea tree), he knew what cereal you ate late at night when you would get hungry (frosted flakes), he knew your coffee order (cold brew with oat milk creamer at home, an iced caramel americano with oat milk at coffee shops), taehyun knew what perfume you used (beomgyu gifted it to you every year for your birthday, it smelled like poppies and rhubarb and a little like pear, it was crisp and sweet), taehyun knew that if beomgyu fell asleep on the couch you would get the comfy pillows and fluffy blankets from his bed and drape them over him, taehyun knew that if you used the last of your shared protein powder, it would be replaced before he would even notice, taehyun knew that you seemed to hate conflict, like the time when beomgyu and yeonjun got into a stupid, loud, screaming match of an argument in the living room you retreated, closing the door to your room and turning music up LOUD, taehyun could recognize your steps in the hall, he knew your favorite pair of shoes, the times you woke up at, the times you liked to shower, he knew you HATED the “big light” as you called it, illuminating your guys’ apartment with small, warm space lights and always having the windows open during the day.

he knew all these weird intimate things about you without even realizing it, but after about a month and a half of you living together, taehyun came to realize something else, and it was the kind of music you liked to listen to, and it was the loud kind. loud, annoying, blaring through the walls shoegaze punk music started coming from your room at all times of the day. if you were home, the music was playing and he could not stand it.

who the fuck listened to guitar solos above tracks for minutes on end? and why did it sound like you had a fucking amplifier connected to the said guitar solos making them scream through the walls, interrupting taehyuns space. he would come to know that you were in fact not listening to guitar solos, you were playing them.

[firebuug]

i think the funniest part about band au skuggy and eva's weed dynamic is that, like, skuggy is NOT a dealer. at all. weed is legal in massachusetts. eva comes from out of state and doesn't know this. what skuggy does is he goes to the store and just buys and then sells it to eva for like three times the price because he thinks eva is rich and a little stupid and eva literally came to him first thinking he can just get it off him because he let him try it once after hanging out w him. and eva does not fucking know any better because he thinks the stores are illegal and sketchy and this is his best bet. in the legal weed state. with the public weed stores.

[ix-c-999]

Hey can anyone explain the headcanon that Papas I, II, and III are still alive because I've read some headcanons about them reacting to the most recent development for Copia at the end of RHRN and I would have a lot of fun exploring their interactions after that but. I'm a little confused, since they were very much killed before that.

Are they resurrected, were their deaths faked, or is this an AU where We're Just Ignoring That For Fun?

[geroya]

my brain faltered & i wondered, for a sec, if keme could ever be a front man & of course he could. of COURSE he could.

[soobstatic]

"things have to change like the weather and the days"

Pairing: taebin (Kang Taehyun x Choi Soobin)

Word Count: 2.3k words

Tags: Internal Monologue, so they didn't work out, this is just a copying mechanism, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Break Up, Is it a break up if it was just a situationship that changed your brain chemistry forever?, Heartbreak, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Alternate Universe - Non-Famous

Summary:

I am not really sure about why I am ranting to a cup of tea, but I am sure that things have to change as the weather does. As the days pass. As you and I did.

A/N: Written in 1st person. It's a monologue. More details in the Ao3 link.

Ao3

[artbyace]

put a shy, awkward, nerdy man behind a set of drums and im all over that

[angel-fic-recs]

High Place Phenomenon - hiccupings

Choi Yeonjun x Choi Soobin (Yeonbin)

Implied Kang Taehyun x Huening Kai (Tyunning)

Rated : E

Wordcount : 93k (multi-chaptered)

Genre : Rock Band AU | Ennemies to Lovers

WARNING : Violence, Explicit Drug Use & Addiction, Description of an Overdose, Suicidal Thoughts

Description : Now the message was right in his face, beaming like bus lights on a midnight highway. He was the deer frozen in the fast lane that could do nothing but stare back at the beams and think, "Well, shit. It's all over."

In the hills of Austin, the state of New York, the center of Los Angeles, resided a story of love and hate; the light and the dark.

Angel's review : Such a wild ride of a fic ! A very great immersive (sometimes glorified for the better) take on fame and its dark side ! This is the dark rock band AU I wish I knew sooner. I binged the eight chapters in two days and I don't regret a single second of it. Incredible depiction of the ennemies to lovers trope (the best one in my opinion !). I ached for the characters and I admire their complexities and multi-dimensionality. Great great great great great story !!!!!!!!!! Beware of the tags, though. The relationship Soobin and Yeonjun develop is toxic and keep in mind the author romanticized it voluntarily.

Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/33927244