#i would say i'm moving onto the proofreading stage but . what ... is there to proofread LMAOO

[hanlimz]

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[1hot-mess-express1]

The Girl at the Rock show

Choso X Punk!Reader

Summary: Choso is dragged to a house show by Yuji, but he can't seem to be upset about it for long

WC: 680

CW: none? Mention of alcohol like once? Choso being cute and flustered and big bro and and and

A/N: I wrote this V quickly, not proofread. I'm just obsessed with tiny awkward Choso and his big goth mommy, sue me

Choso doesn't know why he let Yuji convince him to come to a house party. He's not antisocial, per se, but he's an observer, content to be in the presence of others while remaining on the outskirts of whatever antics his brother and his friends have gotten into. However, it is incredibly hard to peacefully observe the actions of others when you're stuck in a sea of sweaty bodies all shouting over one another.

Choso grimaces as he gets pushed around in the sea of people, the occasional drink spilling onto him as he tries his best not to lose his brother in the swarm of people surrounding him. Yuji must have noticed his uncertain pace because he quickly whips his head around, offering Chosos a comforting smile before grabbing his hand and helping to lead him through the crowd.

They stop just before the basement door, and Choso can hear the powerful thrumming of music through the door. Yuji grins at him before opening the door, "This is why I really brought you here, big bro."

When they start making their way down the basement steps, Choso immediately covers his ears at the loud music playing before he looks up to realize that it's a band playing, not just something out of a speaker.

They push their way through the crowd to be in front of the makeshift stage as Yuji waves up at you, offering one of his signature smiles. You wave back at him before crouching down on the stage to talk to him, "Yuji! I'm so glad you could make it," you take a moment to glance over at Choso, and he feels himself heat up under your inquisitive stare, "Who's the cutie you brought with you?", you say to Yuji through a cheeky grin.

"That's my brother, Choso, the one I told you about? He's never been to a concert, and I'm broke, so I brought him here." Yuji laughs at your expression of mock hurt.

"Are you saying you would have taken him to someone else if you had money?" you offer him a dramatic pout, to which he's quick to deny your accusation.

"Wha-No, that's not what I said at all, y/n..." He grumbles slightly at your teasing before shooing you away. You go back to tuning up before playing the next set. "What do you think, Cho?"

Choso doesn't respond too busy staring at you to pay attention to his surroundings. You might be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Everything about you screams powerful, from the way you hold yourself to the clothes you wear to that unshakable gaze of yours. Yujis laughs to himself, realizing what's going on in his brother's head.

Just when Choso thinks his little crush couldn't get any worse, you take your place on center stage and come alive, playing for him. He knows this room is packed with people chanting along to your singing, but the way you pin him down with your gaze makes him know you are singing for him, and he can't help the little blush that creeps across his face.

Choso was an observer, but it seems tonight he'll have to live with being the observed.

Bonus "Cho, what is this?" Yuji asks, shuffling through Choso's newly acquired stack of CDs. Choso quickly moves to snatch them away from Yuji, a heavy blush painted on his face. "Ohhh... I get it...Someone has a Cruuuuussshhh." "Shut up, I do not! I-I just thought...maybe I should know the songs they play, that's all." Choso is now beaten red as he tries desperately to deny his little brother's allegations. "Oh really? So if I asked y/n to go on a date with me, you wouldn't mind?" Yuji asks, pulling out his phone and dialing your number to make his threat seem as real as possible. As soon as you answer, Choso tackles Yuji to the floor, trying desperately to hang up the phone as you sit on the other end, incredibly confused as to what it is you're hearing.

[foggylikemyvision]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰...

(reader spawns in jean's office, says fuck you instead of answering questions and curls up into a ball and passes out.

tldr; reader is fed up with this shit and wants to take a nap, chaos ensues.)

they/them reader.

incredibly self indulgent, been in the works for a couple months now, and I am projecting very heavily on this. reader is lowkey a burnt out gifted kid now lmao

not proofread beware

cw: implied abuse, neglect, and other unhealthy traits such as overeating and oversleeping/undersleeping at the same time.

You who were once so gifted.

The world is a cruel, cruel place. You knew that better than most people. Your bed was soft and warm, despite your unheated room and thin blankets. It comforted you through thick and thin, and you would forever be grateful. Sweet vanilla wafted through your nose, which would be comforting if not for the fact you had such terrible memories accompanied by the scent. Your eyes drifted shut unwillingly as you drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A new scent made it's way into your nose, the unsettling smell of vanilla bean candles left you, making your body relax. If it were not for the fact you then fell onto a hard surface from roughly 3 feet in the air, you would have fallen even deeper into your slumber. You still had your blanket with you, amazingly enough. You clutched it to your skin even further as you grumbled.

"What the fuck," you growled at nothing. Your eyes drifted up to assess your surroundings. You stared at a wide-eyed Jean Gunnhildr, whose body was hunched over as if writing.

"You know what?" You muttered, "Fuck this, fuck you respectfully, fuck everything. I'm going to find a soft place to curl up in, and I'm going to pass out. Good night." You prove your point by walking to the corner of the room and balling up, your blanket wrapped around you like a protective shell. The slight smell of dandelions and fresh air comforted you. All you heard was a sigh and the feeling of a blanket being laid on top of you, which you appreciated deeply. Your eyes softly closed and you lost consciousness almost instantly.

~

The smell of roses and dandelions greeted you as you awoke. The soft smell of the dandelions mixed with the alluring scent of the roses was quickly coaxing you back to sleep, and you tried to do just that. You suppose you moved to much, though.

"Oh? Jean, dear, it seems they're awake." A flirty voice spoke, you could've sworn you recognized it. Your heart jumped at the sudden noise and you flinched violently. You groaned at the revelation you couldn't go back to sleep. Soft, smooth hands wrapped around your ball, and you were tugged into someone's lap.

"Well, then we should try and find out what answers we can get out of them." You peeked your face out of the blankets and saw the dandelion knight herself staring you down. Despite the fact you were excited to see Jean, she had woken you from your sleep and you were unamused. You only turned away and cuddled back into your weave of blankets. The one whose lap you were in, Lisa, you assumed, tried to get your head back out so you could answer questions. You nestled deeper into the weave.

"Come on, cutie." Lisa muttered, slowly getting annoyed. You let out a soft groan as you were thrown out of the early stages of sleep.

You tried to enter your mindscape and ignore all of the voices and senses, but you never got a moment of peace with all the poking and prodding Lisa was doing. Clearing your mind, you inhaled and exhaled deeply. A light fog entered your mind, and suddenly the senses felt lighter, more manageable. You slowed your breathing greatly, and the fog got thicker. You could hardly tell the touches and voices were even there. You yawned deeply, and soon there was no space in your mind uncovered by the brain fog. It was easy to close your eyes from there.

~

Lisa was starting to get annoyed. First this mysterious stranger pops up in Jean's room to do nothing more than pass out in the corner, and the next they refuse to wake up and answer questions?

She can't be too mad, though. She herself values a good night's rest, and the way they flinched so violently was a concerning sign. The glimpse she caught of your eyes was enough to see how dull they were. The way Lisa saw you just stop reacting to the way she prodded at you made her realize you had completely left reality, at that rate.

"Well, we wont be getting any answers from them when they're like this." Lisa sighed. Jean tilted her head questioningly, "What do you mean, Lisa?"

"How should I put this,, they aren't exactly in reality at the moment." Jean only looked more confused. "They're in their mindscape and they've got brain fog," she simplified. Jean only nodded as she realized. Lisa sighed, mulling over everything in her head.

"I don't think they're safe at home, dear." Lisa stated.

"What do you mean?" Jean replied, confused like a deer in headlights.

"They flinched, so so hard when I spoke out of nowhere, and their eyes were oh so dull too." Lisa said.

"Well, that could happen to anyone. It doesn't mean they're unsafe at home, just that life might have given them a bad hand or they're tired of life." Jean concluded.

"Jean, they've got a mindscape. Not just anyone has one of those, and little to no one can just tune out their senses of all things." Lisa spoke, her eyes filled with concern.

"Only time will tell, love." Jean sighed, kissing Lisa on the forehead and returning to her work.

Lisa, trapped beneath the mess of (f/c) & teal blankets and sleeping person, sighed and shut her eyes, laying back contentedly. Only time will tell indeed. Jean always was so wise.

~

Looking back, maybe falling asleep in the middle of a slightly familiar place where you knew two strangers but those two strangers didn't know you, wasn't the best idea. Your eyes fluttered open, exiting your 3/4-sleep 1/4-daze. The perpetual sleepiness never left you, unsurprisingly. You grumbled and turned back over, shutting your eyes once more.

"Nuh-uh, little one." You hear from above. Your blanket nest is softly opened by a gloved hand. You groan quietly, a light pout coating your mouth. That didn't last for long, as a far too common yawn exited your throat.

"Dear, would you pass me the tea?" Lisa whispers at the dandelion knight, who in turn passed the off-white mug to Lisa. The witch brought it up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully. Hours of sleep with no water does a number on your throat, after all.

Somewhere, far off in your mind, you wondered if this was a bad idea. You hadn't had a bad childhood, not by a long shot. People had it worse, and you knew that. Your parents never hit you beyond a couple spanks when you were quite younger (You try not to think about why your father hit as hard as he could when you were only 3), and they never withheld food from you (They almost did.)So, thus, there was nothing to complain about. They fed you, they gave you love (Barely.), they gave you shelter, they never hit you (Yes they did.). Life was good (Was it?). You couldn't help your mind from wandering and making up scenarios, it was never as bad as you made it out to be.

A shadow flew overhead, and you flinched heavily despite knowing nothing would hit you. Your (e/c) eyes flickered open and up to Lisa's green ones. Concern raged like a fire inside her eyes. You turned to look up and saw the concerned face of Jean. Ah, so that's what the shadow was. Your lips twitched into a dry smile.

You didn't know how long had passed. You didn't care to know. The bruise, previously a yellowing blue and hidden by your hoodie, was now a vibrant gold. (You try to ignore the fact it's shaped like a handprint.)

You were slightly held by Lisa, which you paid no mind to as you knew she was a touchy character (Your skin crawls with the contact despite it being welcome.) .

"Why are you here?" Jean questioned. You only shrugged with a quick mutter of an 'I dunno'. Jean sighed at the answer.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked from above you.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," You spoke through a yawn. Your eyes started to drift closed, but Lisa quickly pinched your cheek to keep you awake. Jean gasped above you, and you tilted your head in confusion.

"I had my suspicions," Lisa sighed. You sat up and shook the sleep from your head, confused. You didn't notice your hoodie shift. More gasps rang out from around you as you stretched your arms and back, shifting off Lisa's lap. You stretched your neck, hearing multiple clicks and pops before stretching your fingers out, hearing much of the same thing. You curled up into a ball, not too unlike the one you were previously in.

Your eyes, a dazzling (e/c), were dull and tamed. Tired from years of effort gone to waste. You sighed as you pulled up your hood to provide some sort of comfort. You shivered despite the warm atmosphere.

"Well then," you started, "I don't suppose you know how to travel worlds?"

[scmoobly]

Sweet Melody | t.holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Performer! Reader

Summary: Your new single was set to premier on the BBMA's, where supportive / Jealous boyfriend Tom makes an appearance

Content: fluff, lil angst and then back to fluff

A/N: So this is obviously inspired by Sweet Melody by Little Mix (Queens comeback with confetti 😳) So I'd suggest listening to it before reading this to feel the full effect. I'm quite new to Tumblr but I hope I'm doing this right OKAY ENJOY

Not proofread

Your hands were clammy and unbearable from the sweat that was starting to seriously become a nuisance at that point.

Heart Racing inside your chest, you were waiting for your turn to go up on-stage to perform "the newest hit" as Tom had described it even though he never actually heard the song. He was effortlessly supportive of you, respecting your space and work ethics which was one of the many things you adored about him. The thought of Tom sitting out there to cheer you on calmed you down.

You were in your dressing room, stylists making sure that nothing was a-miss and that you were all set for the show when a knock interrupted them. You walked over to the door, tugging it open to be greeted by Tom, clad in his Black blazer and white under shirt.

"Babe!" He grinned pulling you in by the waist and giving you a soft lingering kiss as he pressed a bouquet of your favourite flowers into your hands. "Tom!" You gushed smelling the flowers and smiling back up at him. "I wanted to come and say goodluck before you go on- and well, I couldn't wait to kiss you"

You could feel your stylists eyes on you so decided to keep it short and sweet.

"We'll aren't you the sweetest English Man I've ever met" "Really?" He asked as he leaned in slowly, a side smirk gracing his face.

You put your index finger up to his lips effectively stopping his movement and hoped he wouldn't feel too dejected. "If we're not counting Harrison of course" You attacked as Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, only slightly aggressively

"These Jokes are gonna get you in so much trouble Darling" Snaking your arms around his neck, you looked up at him challengingly. "Try me Love, I bite pretty rough myself" He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it as he retreated from the doorway, smirk never leaving his face. " I'll see you on stage babygirl"

He came to help calm your nerves. You looked down at the bundle of flowers in your hands and smiled.

Tom was always curious about what you'd be working on, especially if you intended to keep it a secret. You kept this one to yourself though. He had asked you about the song you'd be performing millions of times but you didn't give in. You wanted to see his raw reaction.

Taking in a deep breath you let the sound of the music drown out the nervousness as the beat gave you the signal to begin. You turned towards the audience in all your shining glory as you sang

"In a whole nother life, there was this boy that I knew.."

The crowd looked way bigger from upstage and you tried hard not to let it effect you, which was when you noticed the familiar mop of curls, hands high up in the air with that goofy grin on his face.

"I wasn't crazy 'bout the words. But the melodies were sweet"

Toms face contorted into one of confusion as he had attempted to pay more attention to the lyrics rather then the extremely sexy outfit and dance moves.

"And it went like do do do ro ro do..... He used to sing me sweet melodies! He played me! Made me believe me it was real love..."

The cheers were wild as the beat dropped and you could feel yourself gaining more and more confidence in your steps.

"...Sang me, Sweet Melodies. But the day he did me wrong the song couldn't go on and on and on"

After your performance you were hot and covered in sweat but too giddy to even care. A trail of compliments from crew members and backup dancers followed you all the way back to your dressing room.

You heard the the door close and lock sharply behind you making you look back to see none other then Tom Holland.

"Hey!" You giggled as you ran over to him and gave him a tight hug, which he returned not-so-tightly, however you were too excited to notice the dark air around him. "So, how was it?" You asked referring to the performance.

Tom gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead, knowing he shouldn't ruin this moment no matter how he was feeling. "You were Amazing" His arms found your hips once again, something he tended to do when he was feeling down or possessive. "Loved seeing every second of it"

"oh yeah?" You beamed, getting up on your toes and kissing his nose. "Yeah, not so much hearing it though" Tom continued

He went and did it. Tom knew he was being petty and mentally smacked himself for it.

"what?" Your eyebrows furrowed as your face backed away from his slightly. "Well- I just wasn't expecting this top-secret song you've been working on for months to be about someone else" His eyes fell to the ground, a bit disappointed in himself that he let his feelings slip when he should've been happy for you.

Tom knew about your ex. He was a guitarist and you were the voice to his tunes. That's how you two had gotten together in the first place. Tom had always felt like music was a barrier between you and him since he wasn't particularly musical. He felt like "just" an Actor, but you were a star. You were the pinnacle of his entire life. The thought of you thinking and writing about someone else put him on edge and it was starting to show more and more as the minutes passed.

A light laugh came from you, making him look back at you. "Tom, My love, You were listening, but I don't think you were really listening"

You smiled gently, meeting his eyes.

"He used to sing me sweet melodies"

You sang, no backup music, stage effects or spotlights. Just you and your angelic voice that Tom would drown himself in if he could've.

"He played me, made me believe it was real love"

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead down to lay on your shoulders and he focused on every single word this time.

"Sang me, Sweet Melodies. But the day he did me wrong, the song couldn't go on and on and on"

Tom looked back up and pressed a kiss to your lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. "Don't you see Tom, you're not just a Melody. You are the entire song. I want to spend every note of my life with you. I want you to play on my radio till I run out of batteries" He chuckled, almost sniffling as he put his forehead against yours. "Darling, you know I'm bad at music theory, you're basically speaking a foreign language to me"

You both laughed heartily, holding onto each other as you did, the tension from before dissipating quickly in each other's arms.

"And who says I can't write a song about you lover boy" You smirked looking up at him and lightly flicking his nose to which he winced. "I'd have a lot to say"

"I'm holding you to that then" Tom smiled and pulled you against him to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"oh by the way, do you think you can keep this outfit for- well, you know"