#in general ​I think he’d like music with lots of drums

[habken]

Okay… I’m a DIFFERENT PERSON. But. HYPOTHETICALLY. If Katsuki was in our timeline. 2025. Rn. Right this instant. And he had Spotify. Who would his #1 artist be 👁️👁️

He lives in japan and probably likes artists I’ve never heard of. I cannot accurately give him a #1 artist, my knowledge of music and my taste in songs is too different

[struwberrii]

semi headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are some random general headcanons for semi eita my underrated king :3 (also pls it’s actually so hard to read this guys personality BEAR WITH ME!!)

look at this man and tell me he doesn’t play guitar

his notes app is literally filled with random lyrics and guitar riffs

also i can imagine him having a mac book and his photo booth app is just vids of him covering songs and playing guitar

it’s canon that tendou thinks his style kinda sucks so i imagine him just owning some of the most horrendous graphic t-shirts

likes taking walks in wooded areas and just listening to music and getting lost in thought

i feel like he would be the type of guy to make every conversation with someone he doesn’t rlly know too well super awkward

like the type of guy to say “you too!” when a server say enjoy your food

he gives me middle child vibes and i feel like he’d have an older brother who introduced him to cool bands and guitar

probably the type of guy to randomly get super philosophical

i feel like he’d be super gullible on certain topics too, like he probably believed a lot of those dumb internet shams for an absurd amount of time

would def judge your music taste silently then try to put you onto his favs

always in a bad mood/irritated but the second someone compliments him or is nice to him he’s wagging his tail

movie fanatic, he has seen every movie on the planet

i also feel like he’s 2011 older brother core, ykwim?

failing in school and knows he’s gonna have a hard time if he doesn’t get it together but has no motivation

beat up doc marten boots wearer

i honestly feel like he’d be kinda rude unintentionally and then be confused as to why people are calling him mean

also it’s canon that he’s in the lowest class at shiratorizawa so you already KNOW he’s a scholarship boy because no way he got in for those grades 😭😭😭

probably goes to the gym like twice a week because he forgets

spends literally 3 hours to do the simplest homework because every little thing distracts him

always smells like musky apples or rotten fruit for some reason

genuinely a chill person to be around if you understand his humor

pretends to play drums with his pencils on his desk

will stop talking mid conversation if he thinks of a good song lyric to write down

i feel like he would think he’s really deep and wise but he’s actually just kind of clueless 😭

mario kart champ

definitely the type of guy to get easily talked into doing stupid things like ufo hunting at 2 am on a school day

i actually imagine him to have a really deep and smooth singing voice (i could actually write a whole drabble abt band au semi)

probably has the worst diet ever, bro is eating leftover pizza for breakfast lunch dinner AND snacks

always thinking about his future but never doing anything to better his situation

has the comfiest sweaters but you’ll have to ignore the holes and questionable stains in weird places

type of guy to ruin your concert videos because his singing is so bad and off key

i also feel like his room would be really weirdly decorated, like he’d have a stolen stop sign up as decoration and then like holes punched in his walls and missing light bulbs

always has a lighter on him for some reason

also always has a headache

i feel like he’d also have a lot of instagram followers for some reason, like a couple thousand and he doesn’t even really post anything

the type of guy to constantly be thinking about how he could be doing better/more when his friends share good news and accomplishments with him

i feel like he’d have a pet lizard or frog yk :]

[the-angry-acrobat]

the crows music taste headcanons (a mix of canon and modern au):

kaz: he would genuinely really like music. as he grew up working in the clubs, and hanging out in back alleys of the more entertain-y districts, he would have heard a lot of jazz, rhythm and blues, rock, r&b, soul, etc, because that mix of music would have been pretty much a staple of the casinos and dens, and also played by street musicians and street performers in his kind of areas, so he would be more than familiar with it. I think he'd personally like rock music, particularly punk rock, because the main messages of punk rock are anti-mainstream, anti-establishment, anti-institutional, and also very shameless and angry, which kaz would completely resonate with, seeing as he is in constant resistance of the filthy rich and those that consider themselves the elites of society. also, growing up in poverty, around others of the working class, and being in such terrible situations so young/seeing those he loves be in the same situations (and helping them out of those), he suffers directly from the affects of the praxis of wealth and power and of social hierarchy. I definitely see kaz as resonating with and being a part of the punk subculture. (which is also projection, but makes a lot of sense). also, punk rock has such a cool, unique and rocky sound, which he’d enjoy and which suits him a lot, and also strays very far from more conservative, respected and clean music where he doesn’t belong. while he looks like his social ‘betters’ which is an important implication, he’s not one of them and his ‘class’ is looked down on. his music and the sounds he’d enjoy would reflect that greatly, and he’d also like music with more of a message. he has that criminal barrel teenager dirt and I love him for it inej: growing up, inej would have listened to and loved folk music, a type of traditional and generally rural music that would have been passed down through families and other small social groups that inej’s family would have been a part of. she would like the fact that it commemorated historical and personal events (and now she's a thief of secrets, and she knows all kinds of stories). I think she would also like ballad, seeing as ballad plays a critical role in the creation and maintenance of distinct national cultures, and legends, and in contemporary literature and music, the ballad is primarily defined by its commitment to nostalgia, community histories, and romantic love. indie rock would also totally be her thing, as it's a freedom that leads to some really cool and unique sounds that you don’t hear anywhere else. and last but not least, sea shanties and work songs told from aboard ships.

nina: nina would probably have grown up with old russian folk songs and classical russian music, but I think she would like gospel music because it provides such an avenue to obtain the balance between career, family, and faith, and it's a message to the heart. she would also love rock/alternative rock and indie pop, and such music genres, for their rebellious spirit, diverse sounds, introspective lyrics, and how they push boundaries and offer a raw and authentic experience. she would resonate with the same shameless, inventive, and powerful nature of that music.

jesper: he would love rock/indie rock, and he and kaz would listen to it together. jesper would enjoy the energy, excitement, and strong emotional expression of it. he would also like r&b for its emotional, smooth and soulful sound, and jazz, seeing as he would have heard a lot of it being around the clubs with kaz, and probably lean towards listening to jazz fusion (a mix of soul, funk, and jazz). I also think he’d personally like metal, especially for its emphatic rhythms, distorted guitar sounds and dense bass-and-drum sounds, and its vigorous vocals, not to mention it’s loud and heavy and he’d use it to drown out his personal emotions and troubles. also metal tends to sound a lot like adhd so

wylan: well, we all know wylan loves music. he would have grown up listening to a lot of classical music, opera, chamber music, etc and other such genres favoured by wealthy and aristocratic families, and probably some kind of folk/ballad music for entertainment. he would have also learnt classical pieces on the musical instruments that he plays. however, he would definitely prefer more alternative music and indie music, for the musicality of it and the background instrumentals, and especially because of how free and representative it is and how diverse it can be as a genre, almost like how he himself has found freedom and self-expression after escaping his father. when wylan was in the barrel he would also probably learn to really appreciate the styles of music street musicians and performers tended to showcase as well, and he would adapt to more unique, jaunty and creative pieces on the flute after experiencing more street music.

matthias: the music matthias would have probably grown up listening to would be ballads, and short, improvised traditional songs, mixed with work songs, hymns, trail vocals, and broadside ballads, which is something he’d likely hold close to his heart whether or not he was aware of it, because of how it’s a connection to what was once his home. I think he’d probably then listen to a lot of blues, soul, indie/indie rock, and alternative music, and he’d end up resonating with such genres a lot. he’d enjoy the passionate vocalising, powerful rhythms, and honest lyrics, and the stories told through the words.

[stuckinmymind22]

one piece character's top 5 taylor swift songs

in honor of the last weekend of the eras tour here’s what i think one piece characters would listen to overall their favorite is no body no crime tbfh (followed by fearless lol)

it’s my blog and i’ll use any excuse to mush my 2 favorite things together

ft: the straw hats (as i currently know them), ace, shanks, vivi, buggy

might add more characters when i meet them idk

the straw hats

luffy

casual listener, knows all the hits

our song

the fearless big three (fearless, you believe with me, love story) loves to sing them, doesn’t know the words

unapologetic ME! lover

zoro

was difficult bc he lowkey feels like the type of guy that isn’t really into music

likes blank space alright, geeze, stop asking him

lowkey fucks with reputation, will never say it but he does

false god

fw nbnc too

he’ll never say it but the smallest man who ever lived is really good

nami

she grew up on taylor, not a diehard swiftie but def knows most of her discography fav album: either speak now or midnights

should’ve said no girlie for sure

the way i loved you

better than revenge

vigilante shit

you’re on your own kid

bonus: who's afraid of little old me? WHAT IF HE'S WRITTEN MINE ON MY UPPER THIGH

usopp

definitely a taylor fan, borderline swiftie (was hard to cut his down) fav album: ...1989

fearless for sure, will sing it with luffy at any party

we are never ever getting back together

bad blood ft kendrick lamar (you forgive you forget but you never let it GO)

question…?

ONLY IN MY MIIIIIIIIIND

bonus: girl at home (sings it with luffy, who doesn't really know the words), look what you made me do, midnight rain

sanji

this one was the easiest by far lol, definitely a swiftie fav album: fearless

teardrops on my guitar (he thinks it’s relatable, but would never say it, can catch him listening to it sad after he found out a pretty girl was in a relationship)

you belong with me (see above)

enchanted (ofc enchanted is on here)

sad, beautiful, tragic (same reason as teardrops on my guitar)

believe only or not, i did something bad

chopper

tbh it was hard to pair his down, like this was over 10 songs long originally, but idk if he’d qualify as a swiftie

LOVES love story

wildest dreams (loves doing the aha-ah parts)

gorgeous

it's nice to have a friend

no body no crime

robin

enjoys her music but not into any artist enough to be qualified as a “fan” (also hard to cut down bc she would relate to a lot of songs tbfh) favorite album: ttpd, specifically the anthology

mary’s song (thinks it’s really cute)

haunted

clean

the archer

the prophecy hits really hard for her

franky

likes her more than he is willing to admit

picture to burn

mr perfectly fine (yes he knows the vault tracks, doesn't make him a swiftie 🙄)

22

style (thinks it’s about him)

florida!!! (the drums man)

ONE SLIP AND FALLING BACK INTO THE HEDGE MAZE

other characters

ace

not a swiftie, just really into music in general and some of that just happens to be taylor swift

cries listening to a place in this world

i can see you

i knew you were trouble

this is me trying (also cries)

WHAT A WAY TO DIE

bonus: i know places, no body no crime, cowboy like me, and the way i loved you

shanks

doesn’t talk about it but will admit he loves her if you ask fav album: too hard to chose, maybe folklore or speak now he's not sure

should’ve said no (will sing it when drunk enough when any word that reminds him of the song is spoken)

dear john

red

illicit affairs

no body no crime

bonus: wonderland, i think he knows, and maroon

vivi

yes she’s a swiftie, why do you ask? favorite album: red

you belong with me (for sure her fav)

began again

the lucky one

betty

would’ve could’ve should’ve

buggy

of course he’s a swiftie that’s not even a question fav album: lover

you’re not sorry

atwtmvtvftv (has the scarf AND the hat, you don’t get it like he gets it)

you need to calm down

claims folklore is a skip and only likes long story short on evermore

mastermind (thinks its relatable, practically written for him lol)

bonus: end game, cruel summer, down bad

[thebroccolination]

KRIST’S LEGENDARY TAIKO DRUM SOLO

He’d probably be the first to quibble with the adjective, but that’s how I think of it.

In April of 2023, Krist kicked off his first solo tour around Asia in Japan. This tour was three years in the making, originally planned for 2020 when the world shut down. In that time, he did more planning and made it even bigger, including different features for every individual country he’d visit as a nod to their respective cultures.

Krist has committed a lot of time and effort in recent years to vocal training—to the extent that I think he’s genuinely the best live singer GMMTV has. He’s dynamic, he has incredible breath control, he knows how to improvise, how to move around the stage, how to belt. I saw his solo concert twice in November, and I count it as the second best I’ve ever seen. (The top can’t be beat because of Feelings.)

However! He’s not new to music in general, and has said over and over that he still considers himself more of a musician than a singer. He’s been playing the drums far, far longer, and in fact, that’s Singto’s first memory of him at Kasetsart: drummer in a band.

So when he visited Japan for the first leg of his tour, he decided to pay tribute to one of Japan’s most revered instruments: the taiko drum.

He studied not only how to play it correctly, but also its cultural and religious significance. And before he began his performance onstage, he wai’d before the drum to show his respect. It’s even been immortalized in chibi art form.

Then he casually shattered not just my whole brain but the whole brains of many.

[Vid Source: @KristFanClub]

It was such a popular performance that he recreated it for his final two concerts in Bangkok using a different type of taiko drum. (I think the one he used in Japan was a local rental.)

And while we don’t have full, official footage of the concert in Japan, Krist’s fan club was wonderful enough to record segments like the one above and share them afterward, and it’s become one of my all-time favorite performances of his.

Krist has had a vast and loyal fanbase in Japan ever since SOTUS aired in 2016, so I thought it was lovely that he started his tour there. In a behind-the-scenes interview after the concert, he said he was amazed and moved that his Japanese fans had already memorized a song he’d only released days before. And sang it with him. In Thai. He said something like, “I realized that they support all my work, and it makes me so happy.”

And in return for that love, he gave his Japanese fans a beautiful concert filled with respect for their country and culture and music.

That’s why, to me, it’s a legendary performance.

[calciumdeficientt]

I BEG… FOR TOM… GURNEY… HEADCANONS…

THOMASSSSSS MY SONNNNN MY BOYYYYYYYYY yah absolutely :3

TOM GURNEY HEADCANONS

That’s an autistic boy if i ever did see one. Tom is me i am tom. The no shoes thing is definitely a sensory issue, i like to think its the socks more than its the shoes, likely the seams around the toes. I feel like if tom is forced to wear socks and shoes he’s got very specific sensory needs. Absolutely no ankle socks, those were sent by the government to make your ankles feel like they’re being strangled by their oppressive regime, only gym socks pulled up as far as they can physically stretch with sneakers that are tied so tight he takes them off and there’s an indent of the laces on his foot and absolutely zero circulation from the ankle down

Tom runs a very successful horror blog, he talks about behind the scenes info for his favourite movies and also provides ratings of movies both new and old. It’s really funny to watch him in the cinema because he sits with a little norepad and makes notes the whole time so he can come up with a decicive score on the blog. He spends a lot of time in the movies, its where most of the money he threatens out of other students ends up. He goes to watch movies a minimum of 5 times to make sure he didn’t miss any details or lose any plot points that might bump up his initial scores. He has a secret spreadsheet and everything, its insane commitment, but special interest is gonna special interest, am i right gamers?

A very very good student when he applies himself, especially as a creative writer, if you look past all the blood, gore, and general slasher rapiness in his works you can definitely see all the signs of a promising novelist or screenwriter. In the poetry department, he’s not so stellar. Tom is still of the mindset that all poems must rhyme and are generally quite superficial and pointless pieces of writing. And they’re completely separate to all the private free form stuff he writes in his journal from time to time. Those aren’t poems at all they’re just… succinct vents

Tom is also a greatly talented drummer, the kid has rhythm all the way up to his eyeballs, and if he wasn’t so scared i think he’d be a great asset to bullworth’s marching band. But he knows he’d get torn to shreds by his friends so he stays well enough way no matter how hard miss peters begs for him to try out. He borrows a drum kit Russel keeps in his garage and practices using karaoke tracks of songs he illegally torrented onto his iPod, no sheet music, just vibes.

Tom’s face bruise is actually part bruise and port wine stain birthmark, hence why it stays that lovely purple hue forever. The redness in his eye is from repeated blows to the head from both friends and foes but the purple skin around his eye is (mostly) just birthmark

The rest of his bruises are actually just from minor injuries. I think tom has elhers danos syndrome (EDS) so the kid bruises like a peach. Minor bumps from passersby in the busy halls of bullworth leave him looking like he was in a full on beat down. That’s not to say that he’s not often in huge scuffles because he absolutely is, he’s just a little more physically delicate than the other bullies

Tom has the hots for angie (at least in my save he does) so he tries to act like a sweetheart whenever he’s around her. He knows that she knows he’s a bully but i think tom really wants to show her that he’s more than that, he’s better than that. Tom doesnt even like being a bully all that much, it’s just the hard facts of life at bullworth that you’re either in or out, and god knows he wouldn’t last a day if he was out.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hi!! I’d like a fandom ship/matchup pretty please! Someone from tcm (preferably from the first or second movie) or scream.

Appearance: 5’6, chubby and curvy girl. Shorter brown, fluffy, curly hair with teal tips. Blue/grey eyes, eyebrow piercing and nose stud. I’m somewhat strong and I dress somewhere along the lines of goth and grunge. I wear black eye makeup, mascara, and heavy eyeliner on the daily with the occasional black lipstick.

Personality: I love music, horror movies, coffee, and collecting little trinkets. I have quite a lot of foul language in my vocabulary. I tend to be both really sweet and a bitch depending on how the person I’m interacting with is acting towards me. I love/crave attention, with musical theater being a very common hobby. I’m usually very outgoing, trying to get others into my special interests, rambling about things, or cracking jokes, though sometimes I burn out and just utterly crash. I’m almost always willing to jump up and help anyone with anything they might need. I have really bad anxiety about certain things. I’m very clingy, and tend to prefer protective and stronger men, though I do appreciate time to myself. (I wanna be manhandled.)

Hobbies: Musical theater, choir, drumming, painting, drawing (mainly people), and watching movies or documentaries!!

I hope that’s enough info, have a great day/night and don’t forget to drink water 🖤

Thank you pookie 😊

Your Fandom Ship: Nubbins Sawyer!

Explanation: starting off looks he absolutely loves the way that you appear and your body and I also feel like if anyone tried to fat shame you or anything like that he would definitely torture them for hours. He would actually ask them if they think you’re attractive and if they said no, they would get tortured for hours. That makes it feel like he’s a little bit more in control and I feel like I don’t know that just makes him a little bit happier but he’s fully willing to let you have control of course but you know I just feel like it would be something cute for him because he feel like he can wrap himself around you at any point in time. He’s actually very tall canonly, I think 6’2. He loves your eyebrow piercing and thinks it’s really cool and you’re one of the coolest people he’s ever met. He definitely loves the way that you dress and he doesn’t have much of a sense of fashioned himself in one time he tried to copy your make up and it didn’t end well but anyway, I just think that he would love the way that you dress and he’s honestly in love with alternative people in general and just he sees you as his alt queen. he also loves collecting little trinkets, and if he ever found anything cool while he was searching for roadkill, he would definitely give it to you. You shouldn’t try to make him get coffee or coffee because he would absolutely not be able to do that. You would send him off be like hey can you make some coffee for me? You would hear a loud crash in the kitchen and then he would come back with like coffee beans in a cup of water. He would come to all your shows for a theater, and if anyone that wasn’t you got the lead you would have to like convince him not to try and kill them. Your personality of being outgoing would definitely clash with his bit and I think that would be great because you could get him to talk to more people and be a little bit less unhinged and he also appreciates how sweet and caring you are to him because it’s not something he’s ever really gone his life sometimes he doesn’t even feel like his own family cares. He’s also very clingy and despite being kind of tolerant lanky, he’s actually extremely strong from caring roadkill and doing a lot of farm work growing up so he could absolutely manhandle you if you wanted, but I personally feel like he’d be preferred to be like held, but he would wrap himself around you and he is like probably the clingyest out of the entire family. ANYWAY I ship

❤️❤️❤️

[naussensei]

I’ve been thinking about the kind of music geto might have listened to in high school and I get the sense that he would listen to a lot of alternative music. My first thought for something of that time period is Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, maybe even some Radiohead.

He’s an Aquarius so I think he would also listen to some bizarre stuff, perhaps something even heavier like Tool. Overall, I think he’d enjoy a wide variety of music in the general alternative rock/prog rock/metal genre, but he’d also be chill with listening to punk rock stuff too. He’d be the type of person that is more enthralled by the actual lyrics rather than only how something sounds, though a sick drum beat and guitar riff is a good initial hook for him. Idk I can go on forever about this really and obviously I’m not very familiar with any Japanese bands within these genres, but let me know your thoughts.

OMG I LOVE YOUR BRAIN! 🔥

And you took the words out of my mouth because I literally had Radiohead and Foo Fighters in my outline for Geto! But also other ones like Coldplay and Björk. Like you said, I think he would listen to a variety of music but also lean more towards the rock/alternative and even some metal/grunge. Also yeah! I’m sure he’d start listening to some rock/punk (probably courtesy of Gojo’s influence hahaha) I feel like Gojo would be into the kind of music skaters were into. More on the punk side but also maybe some hip hop and rock. Maybe some Beastie Boys even? Or something like Faith No More?

And yeah, I’m also not that well-versed in Japanese music if I’m being very honest 🙈I just remember some bands that were popular, even tho I wasn’t that much into them. But I gotta say, I’m having fun doing research on Japanese music and there really are some bangers out there, and I think a lot may fit Geto’s taste!

Thank you so much for sharing your hc! I love that we both thought of Radiohead and Foo Fighters. The shared braincell at work 😂

[kbthebearcat]

“Behavioral Issues”

Aaaa… got some Reese lore here. I’ve been thinking about and working on his background, and his life was pretty rough for a while. I’m just going to dump everything I’ve thought up so far. Warning, it’s a bit to read, and there’s very mild mentions of abuse. 

He’s supposed to be 8 or 9 here, and his life at home up to this point isn’t good. His father was abusive to him and his mother. His mother would often deter and take a lot of it, trying to protect him from the brunt of it. All the while Reese badly wished he could be the one protecting his mom and standing up to his father. 

So at school, whenever he saw kids being a bully to others, it would remind him of his father and he’d lash out and get into a fight with them to try and help the kid that was getting bullied. This ended up with many detentions  (which is where he is in the picture above, detention) and other related problems.

Eventually, after one event where he gets hurt pretty badly due to his father, his mother finally decides they need to separate and her and Reese need to go. 

They end up moving in with his mother’s parents, and things slowly take a turn for the better. He finds outlets like music, learning the drums, and boxing/exercising. And most importantly, gets some counseling.

His teen years is when his punk rock phase began, where he comes off as somewhat aloof and “scary”. 

That’s when Donald comes into the picture. Donald ends up getting into a bit of trouble with some kids harassing him, and Reese comes and breaks it up, but avoids being physical this time. At this time in Reese’s life, he doesn’t fight like he used to unless it’s for defense, but he does step in and stop things if he sees something going on. Donald thanks him, but not much else happens between the two of them afterward.

That is until Donald one day overhears that Reese is having a real hard time with school, and, remembering what he did, decides to help him out by offering to be his tutor so he can improve his failing grades. During that time they become good friends, and it’s one of the things that really make a big change in Reese’s life, with him ending up being able to graduate thinks to Donald. 

Annnd that’s pretty much it for Reese! Now with him being older, it could be hard to tell he had such a hard upbringing. He’s improved a lot, but he still has his struggles. He’s a lot more friendly and outgoing now, but he still has a hard time connecting with people and picking up on certain social cues. As well as him just like… naturally being a absentminded, thickheaded goof most of the time, as I’ve mentioned about him before lol. Which has nothing to do with his past really, just who he is as a person in general.

His story still needs a lot of polish and tweaking, and there’s some things about him I just haven’t figured out at all yet, but this is a rough concept of it so far. Thank you for taking the time to read all of this! 💙

[angelicyouth]

Heyy! I was reading chapter 11 of youth (which I love btw!!!) and I was wondering who is in their little band and what the boys play?

thanks! have a wonderful day/night! <3

ahhh i love getting messages about small details in my stories!! my headcanons are below ♡

seeing as everyone in the group has some sort of musical experience + abilities ((as seen on the show)), i like to think that everyone ((team stan + team craig + butters)) is talented enough to be in their band!! they just rotate members depending on:

genre

whoever is interested in playing a certain song/part

who wrote it

if everyone thinks a specific member would nail a certain part

i also like to think that because of this, it’s easy to sub in different members when the person who usually plays a specific bass line in a song or something (for example) can’t make it to a gig or is sick

i guess the only thing that isn’t as interchangeable would be the main vocals? that’d definitely be harder to replace in my opinion since certain vocal colors can change the whole entire vibe or style of a song

as for who knows how to play what in youth specifically—i think that’s for your (the reader’s) interpretation :) some personal headcanons i have though, are:

i really see stan as the type to be the frontman so he’ll typically be the main vocalist ((i can see him composing & writing a lot of songs to channel his angst lmao)) and/or play the electric guitar

THIS IS SO SELF INDULGENT BUT—kenny would definitely play guitar & bass ((he’s good with his fingers,,, okay???))

there was a tiktok i’ve seen once that i liked where kenny enjoys speaking through his guitar & i think that fits perfectly with the whole mumbled speech thing from his parka haha

kenny also plays the drums & i think he’d be the type to have drumsticks poking out of his backpack!! he’d also be the delinquent type during class who’d tap his hands into a beat or take the actual drumsticks themselves out to hit the surface of his desk or books, causing the teacher to get mad

if kenny happens to be carrying a guitar while the boys are out & they’re arguing or something, i can see him randomly taking it out to play where they are like a bum to get money HAHA ((once, he asked kyle if he could borrow his hat real quick without telling him the reason why & then tried to use it as a jar for people to throw their spare change into))

stan & craig sometimes carry around their guitar bag ((or the bass for craig, i can see him playing that)) & they’ll wonder if people keep staring at them cause it’s bulky & big but it’s actually cause THEY LOOK SO HOT CARRYING IT WITH THE STRAP OVER THEIR SHOULDERS

i think in general, everyone can at least sing & play the guitar ((i’m not an artist but i think it’s cute to think about how the boys would decorate their guitar bags or the actual soundboards of the instrument with stickers))

i was thinking maybe they have different subunits for different genres or a specific combination of people? ((for example: it’s canon that tweek + butters plays piano & that tolkien plays bass so i think it’d be cute for them to have their own little r&b one hehe))

[fbfh]

rodrick heffley dating hcs

wc: 2.3k

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn reader

warnings: rodrick has really low self esteem, he also has adhd and dyslexia and general bad mental health, mentions of rsd, his parents are pretty shitty so yikes, brief mentions of parties/hookups/making out, barely proof read

song recs: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, cupid's chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heroes

a/n: I can't get hyperfixated on diary of a wimpy kid again I can't watch all the movies just for rodrick I can't want to pounce on this man every time I see him.... and yet....

also this is exactly 6 pages in google docs what am i on

(aged up to 18+ for brief mention of hookups, otherwise sfw)

tags: @dustyinkpages @yesv01

First of all 

Rodrick is a scorpio

So that makes a lot of sense right off the bat

If we look at how he’s portrayed 

Which is through Greg’s perspective aka the most unreliable narrator of all time

We see an angry, angsty, aggressive rebellious teenager

He’s viewed as lazy, selfish, and manipulative, while being simultaneously “dumb” and smarter than he lets on

I saw a post that said maturing is realizing Rodrick wasn’t a villain, he has shitty mental health and a lot of issues he’s not getting help for

And yeah

Yeah that’s what’s actually going on

First of all I think we can all agree he’s dyslexic

Sweaty??? Loded diper???? D-o-r-e?????

Hello

Dyslexia has entered the chat

I think it’s also pretty safe to assume he has adhd

Maybe I am just projecting shut up

But I know for a fact this boy has had a monster energy dependency since he was Greg’s age

We know at this point that people with adhd and dyslexia (separately and together) often times have low self esteem for a variety of reasons

And my god there is no one with worse self esteem than Rodrick Heffley

He knows his parents think he’s dumb

They’re not good at hiding it

They might not have said it to his face but he knows

I get the sense that Rodrick isn’t really aware that all of his struggles are both diagnosable and treatable 

So until he learns that many years later 

He does actually think he’s kind of dumb

At least in terms of academics

But he can say at least he’s pretty clever

He definitely favors street smarts over book smarts yk

And that’s something that he relies on a lot

He’s taken the classic undiagnosed adhd + learning disorder rout of convincing himself school is stupid and doesn’t mean anything

Even though he actually gets really bad rsd

Especially through academic invalidation

So by the time he was around Greg’s age he’d already convinced himself that school is stupid and doesn’t matter

That no one else gets him

And what better way to back up that belief than fixating on rock and pop punk music???

In his eyes, all the greats had an up and coming early days “no one believed in our vision but us” era

That’s what Rodrick finds himself in now

So when his mom calls his hours and hours of drum practice noise and racket

And when his dad says all that rock and roll is melting his brain (even more than it is, is the implied rest of the sentence)

And when Greg refers to him as his “talentless brother”

It’s fine

Because the more people don’t believe him

The better his success will be

The further back he’s pulled, the further forward he’ll fly

Honest to god, green day’s discography is the reason he’s functional at all

If he can’t listen to american idiot or dookie or nimrod while doing it

He’s not going to do it

Pop punk and hot girls are the only sources of serotonin he’s been able to cling onto

That’s what’s keeping him going right now

A few more years he reminds himself

A few more years until he’ll have left and signed a recording contract and will finally get what he deserves 

I think he’s actually kind of scared of someone liking him

Like, actually liking him

The same way where he expects people to be disappointed in him but it’s okay because no one sees his creative vision like he does

He’s convinced himself that the girls in plainview probably aren’t going to get him

So besides his stint with Lyndsey

Which hurt way more than it was supposed to

(remember all that rsd???)

And a fling with that girl from Isla de Corales that burnt out as hot and fast and ugly as he expected it to

He hasn’t really had any actual relationships 

Besides the occasional hook up or make out session at a party 

He doesn’t want to admit to himself that he knows if a girl actually liked him enough to really get to know him they’d see past the punk boy persona to how fucked up he is

And they’d get scared off

Because who wouldn’t be???

(remember that low self esteem???????)

On a similar note 

His band mates may or may not be aware of this

But he’s kind of hiding all his good songs???

He keeps telling himself that it’s fine to just perform fluff and filler songs at first

Because once they get an audience

Once they get practice and a following

Once he knows the right people will hear him

Then he’ll drop the songs with substance

The ones where he really actually has something to say

Because if he posts diper overlode online and it gets 5 views, who cares

But if he posts a song that’s all his innermost thoughts to the hardest drum beats and guitar riffs and bass solos he can possibly come up with

And it gets 3 views and a comment that says it’s shit

It would kill him

Nothing can make him stop making music

Except maybe that

So once he gets into a more accepting, less harshly critical environment

It will be way easier for him to start dropping better and better songs

A little positive reinforcement goes a very long way with him

So by the time that you finally stumble into his life

However that happens

Maybe you saw him at Heather’s sweet sixteen and actually thought he was really good

You hunted him down a while later to tell him

And ask when their next performance will be

Or you heard him blasting his band’s cd at the pool for about 12 seconds before he had to shut it off

And you marched right over to buy one

And he fell in love right there

Or maybe you’re auditioning to be loded diper’s new guitarist or something

And he takes one look at you absolutely shredding 

And his stomach drops and his heart starts pounding 

Or some other meet cute

Or meet uncute knowing him

Goddamn you give him so much serotonin right off the bat

You figure out pretty quick that the way to his heart is making him laugh, quality time, and very gentle encouragement 

And making out

But more on that later

He’s kind of obsessed with you

Okay not kind of

Super

Really super obsessed

Really fast

But like he’s going to play it cool

In spite of how down bad he is for you

Even though he’s not very good at it

He’ll try to play it cool as much as he possibly can

He’ll definitely flirt

He’ll try all his lines and moves

“I’m in a band ;)”

“We play so loud we make people’s ears bleed ;)”

“I can comp you some tickets to our next show ;)”

“Oh yeah I’m a drummer btw ;)”

“A drummer in a band ;)”

Yeah that’s pretty much all he’s got

But unless you want to jump into making out

He really has no idea what to do after that

(Plankton voice) I don’t know I never thought I’d get this far

So if you really like him

Which you do

Actually dating him might be a little tricky 

I feel like what would probably happen is you two would just start by being friends who make out sometimes 

Like a lot

And then 

Eventually after a while

Making out with you will stop scratching that itch

He’ll want more

He’ll want you more

And he’ll start calling himself your boyfriend

Mostly because he really starts to hate it when other people flirt with you

Or stare at you too much

He knows he’s got it bad when he starts getting snippy and annoyed at his bandmates for trying to impress you

That’s when he’s like oh shit

Oh no I actually really like you

And I’m pretty sure you like me too

And if he said that to you  

And you said “yeah, yeah I like you a whole lot” and pulled him in by his necklace to kiss him

Everything is solidified in that moment

He’s yours now

Also if you really, really want to make his heart go boom boom

And get him really in love and obsessed with you

Which why wouldn’t you

Tell him he looks like billie joe armstrong with his messy black hair and eyeliner

Oh my god

His heart is 100% yours

Even more than it was before

God he will kiss you right then and there

He really has no idea how he managed to catch you

Or like

Why you like him

(remember that low self esteem?????????????)

He really never thought he’d be a good boyfriend 

But once it kind of clicked that being your boyfriend just means doing what he’s already doing with you

Plus a few extra things he already wants to do with you but wasn’t sure he could 

He was like wait

It’s that quick easy and free??????? Fuck yeah

He’s so excited

Like really excited 

And in spite of what he thinks

He is a good ass boyfriend in a really chill way

Like a lot of the stuff he does is under a very thinly veiled guise of like

Pfft it’s no big deal this is totally chill and casual 

I just love kissing you and making out with you at every opportunity cause you’re super hot totally not cause I’m kind of in love with you

I like struggling through homework together cause you’re hot not cause looking at you kind of makes me believe in myself a little and makes really shitty things easier to get through 

I try to keep you away from my family because they’re so annoying and you’re so hot not because I know my parents have historically sabotage everything that makes me genuinely happy (which used to just be rock but now is you and rock) and I don’t want them to say something to upset you

Or try to come between us because I’m not going to say this and I want to avoid this situation at all costs but I know if it came to an ultimatum most likely from my mom that I’d pick you

All of this is really just him trying not to jinx anything

Because look at you

Look at how great you are

The only two things he wants are a music career

Any kind of music career

And you

And he’s not going to do anything to jeopardize that

On the surface his feelings towards both you and his band might seem casual

But don’t test him

Cause he will do anything to protect those 

Also the fact that you genuinely support him

You actually like the music his band makes

It’s almost unfathomable to him

Like he thought it was going to be a long time before he found someone like you

He’s still in the early life section of his future wikipedia page as a rock legend

And god he’s so excited he found you this soon

He’s just so excited 

Being around you

Even just thinking about you is like someone slapped some jumper cables on him and revved the engine 

He’ll almost definitely act like what you two have is super casual and barely anything worth noting for a while

Mostly around his family

That way you can avoid a formal Meet The Parents moment

He’s not going to subject either of you to that 

After enough time passes his family is just kind of used to seeing you around

Rides to and from school

Hanging out during band rehearsals

Doing homework together 

Once you’ve reached I’m with the band status

He doesn’t worry as much 

They just sort of mentally put you in part of his friend group/inner circle yk

Which is great because now you can basically come over and spend as much time together as you want without any questions 

It’s a pretty good way to gently fold you into his life

The way you’d tenderly fold whipped egg whites into pastry dough 

I do have some unfortunate news

Which is if you’re dating Rodrick

Greg will probably get a weird awkward crush on you too

It sort of comes with the territory 

Thankfully you have about one interaction with him every six months or so

All of which are by coincidence or accident

So it’s not really an issue

Unless you’re a babysitter or tutor or something

That’s when things can get messy

But hopefully that won’t be an issue

For now at least

Cause for now he just wants to spend time with you

He just wants to listen to music with you and drive around in his van and kiss your beautiful face

He knows shit won’t always be this easy

So he’s holding onto these good old days while he can

Because he knows these moments with you right now

These early morning texts about weekend plans and homework answers 

Afternoons practicing the drums and trying unsuccessfully not to be distracted by how pretty you are when you watch him

Nights driving around in his van, going nowhere in particular 

Just so you can be together a little longer

Just so you don’t have to go home yet

So he can savor the feeling of your hand in his for a few more minutes

For one more song

These are the good old days

And there will be even better days ahead

And he wants them with you

[devil-doll13]

I made a new Oc! I hope you all like him. He’s been sitting in my drafts for a while so I wanted to get his profile out. It’s still pretty rough and subject to change though. Anyway I present:

Maxwell “Max” Holt 🐺

Name: Maxwell Holt

Meaning: ‘Mack’s Stream’

Alias(es): Max, The Wolfman

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 24

D.O.B: December 13th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Current Residence: A small but cozy bungalow. He lives in Downings, a small (fictional) town in Montana.

Occupation: Mechanic, maybe future Author?

Appearance Description: He is a young man who has fair skin, sky blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair down to his shoulders, with usually a bit of fuzz on his chin. he looks like a young James Hetfield

Style: Band/Fantasy/Sci-Fi Shirts, Tank Tops, Jeans, Denim/Leather Jackets, High Top Sneakers/Boots, The Occasional Flannel, basically like if he time travelled from the 80s lol

Height: 6,0ft

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Notable Features: Wears glasses for reading. Quite a bit of body hair on his arms/legs/chest etc. He has a few ear piercings: mostly thin metal rings hanging from his earlobe. Jiggles his leg constantly. The cologne he wears unfortunately can’t really hide the smell of dog…

Personality: Friendly and enthusiastic, (although maybe not as much as he was when he was younger, before everything happened.) Kind and very loyal, manages to be quite intelligent with certain things and a himbo at the same time. Like he is sort of oblivious at times yknwim? Also a nerdy guy, likes to read a lot which surprises a lot of people, even more when they find out he’s a pretty good writer too! He’s passionate about stuff he likes. Sorta goofy too, likes to joke around and have fun! Stands somewhere between introvert and extrovert. He secretly has a darker side to him, though he speaks about it to no one, even those he trusts with knowledge of his lycanthropy. He’d rather ignore its existence altogether. His worst habit is definitely ignoring all his problems until they hopefully ‘go away.’

Likes: Dogs/Wolves, Bears, Motorcycles, Plaid, Denim, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, D&D, The Stars, The Sunset, Vinyls, Crowdsurfing, Rivers, Bacon, 80s/Retro Vibes

Dislikes: Animal Print (he thinks it looks a bit tacky), Broccoli, Silver, Formal Clothes, Littering, Spiders, The Full Moon/His Forced Transformations

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Playing Videogames, Playing Drums, Tinkering/Fixing Cars & Motorcycles

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death, Angst, sorta toxic friends/betrayal?

Max was born on a chilly December morning in Detroit, Michigan. He was the youngest of 3 brothers, and their working class status meant he tended to receive hand-me-downs a lot and depended a lot on his brother’s interests. His mother was a nurse and his father was a construction worker.

When Max was very young, his father got into a car accident and passed away from his injuries in the hospital. He was too young to remember much about his father at the time, but he did know his mother worked to the bone to provide for him and his brothers.

While he was an excitable kid, he was always the quietest of his brothers. He loved reading, generally fantasy and sci-fi books and always had the idea of writing his own stuff even from a young age. It didn’t take long for him to get involved in fandom in his teenage years, and he wrote for some time in online spaces. He also befriended some kids who he played d&d campaigns with for a good bit.

The brothers inherited their father’s music taste; classic rock and metal was the soundtrack to Max’s childhood and teenage years. He quickly became passionate about music and enjoyed playing drums the most. He ended up joining a metal band as well as a drummer.

He also got pretty good at taking apart cars and bikes, although he would nurture this talent more later on in life.

Max was 19 years old on the night when his life changed forever. He was travelling on a road-trip to go to a metal show with his friends and then girlfriend, having the time of his life. That night it was a full moon. He ended up separated from his friends, but he didn’t mind. He liked to stargaze. But then alone in the wilderness, he was attacked. All he remembered was it was huge and covered in fur, but he managed to escape with only a bite on his shoulder. He was rushed to a local hospital who assumed it was maybe a coyote or wolf, be he swore it was more than just a normal animal. Despite this, he tried his best to continue on as normal, both for himself and to not worry his friends and girlfriend. They insisted it was nothing, so he felt pressured to do so.

However Max started to experience changes he couldn’t explain. No matter how he tried to ignore it, it kept creeping up on him. Particularly the physical changes he was getting, he felt his sense of smell and hearing especially become very heightened.

The first transformation Max had he thought he just had a hangover. His memories were so fuzzy, he wasn’t sure why he was (he assumed he was) getting blackout drunk but it was the only explanation he could think of. The disappearances from last night on the news didn’t connect to him, surely they couldn’t be related anyway? He kept on ignoring the strange feelings he was getting as well.

Eventually this caught up to him and his friends and girlfriend discovered he was a werewolf who had been behind the killings. They struggled to fight him in his lycanthrope transformation and eventually defeated him, leaving him for dead. They believed they killed and buried him, but he was actually still alive. He woke up confused and very disoriented, only remembering some time afterwards what had actually happened to him. But by then it was too late.

For maybe a year and a half he spent in a limbo, terrified of himself and of his transformations. Every full moon he would have to find a place to chain himself up to prevent himself from getting out of control again. His previous skills in fixing up cars and motorcycles became useful and he got a lot better at it, using them to get himself around. He had a hard time holding down a job or really sustaining any sort of stable lifestyle.

This was until he met Jack Silver, an older lycanthrope. The older man sort of took Max under his wing and taught him not to be so afraid anymore. It was the fear that made it worse, instead he had to accept it. Once he learned to do that, Max began to heal again. At some point he started working as a mechanic in Montana and has kept it up for a few years. He’s pretty good at it, and the income allowed him to settle down in a small trailer and support himself.

It’s been difficult for Max to drag himself out of the dark place he’d been in, but he’s been working toward essentially restarting his life. Of course, despite this he is still a lycanthrope at the end of the day. He’s still got blood on his hands. And Max and found himself becoming far more comfortable with that fact. Accepting it. So now and again there are times when certain people still go missing on the news…

Fun Facts

His favourite book (series) is Lord Of The Rings

His favourite film is a difficult choice between Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope and Terminator 1

His favourite bands are Metallica, Dio, KISS, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Ozzy Osbourne

His favourite colours are blue, red and yellow

His favourite food is pizza (bacon and pepperoni)

His favourite drink is beer

Due to his Lycanthropy he’s gained a few… quirks even in human form. For one thing the very heightened sense of smell, and to a lesser extent hearing. Next is the extra body hair, which only grows back if he tries to get rid of it. His nails get long/sharp quickly if he doesn’t stay on top of them. He has sharp little canines too.

Max always loved dogs, but now he sort of has an innate connection with them. It’s the same with wolves too, although there aren’t many about in the wild anymore. He’s found himself becoming quite passionate about wildlife conservation now as he’s learned this. It helps that he lives closer to nature now.

He absolutely was/is a part of fandom and writes fanfics of his own. Mostly Star Wars because Luke Skywalker is like a self-insert for him lmao (blonde hair, blue eyes?)

Max now has his own book on the go, although it’s more of a collection of manuscripts so far. He has a lot of other things to occupy his mind, but he definitely still has his times where he’s obsessed with his writing and can be seen at his laptop focusing hard.

He’s lived in the city for most of his life as a child and teenager, but he actually prefers being close to nature now. He likes being able to see the stars better with less light pollution, and it’s just a lot safer for everyone with his werewolf transformations and all that.

Speaking of, he can control his werewolf form and transformations more now, and doesn’t suffer from memory issues anymore. Now he can actually transform and go back to being human at will, but the full moon still forces him to do so regardless. It can still be difficult to control his wild impulses at times though. That’s when he goes into the forest and just lets loose. It is always a pain the next day of course.

Max’s ‘victims’ are typically not good people, and generally men. It’s sort of been hard to admit to himself that there’s a certain hunger he has as a Werewolf that only killing can satisfy, so he chooses those that would probably be better off dead in his eyes.

He still hasn’t dared to contact his family or friends from his ‘past life’ so it’s an uncomfortable subject.

Max can play a bit of guitar too but he’s better at the drums by far.

His current vehicle is a motorcycle he picked up and fixed himself. He’s pretty proud of it! It’s definitely his baby lmao.

I literally heard Bark At The Moon and based his whole character concept off of that LMAO

He deserves the best this is a FACT

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood)

[dee-at-the-last-drop]

Arcane Characters and their musical history + music taste

is this in the canon universe or an au? idk. maybe a bit of both <3

this is my first hc post, so have mercy on me! i have no idea if i’m formatting this correctly. this feels like a thought dump. you can also tell that i was an orchestra kid middle-high school and that i’m extremely partial to jazz :P

Caitlyn

• definitely had the classic piano + violin upbringing combo

• teen Caitlyn going ham at the violin? yeah. she was definitely first chair and everything

• her musical history is partly why Caitlyn’s posture is impeccable

• but truth be told…. our favorite enforcer has an affinity to the bass guitar

• which is HOT. (especially to a certain pink-haired someone)

• can sight read complicated bass lines and practices up in her room a lot, the amp blasting

• isn’t picky with her music taste but is nostalgic for pieces she learned growing up and a bit of jazz

• if she’s feeling particularly pine-y over a certain pinkette she’d pull out the yearning indie pop i’d feel

• i want to say she went through the dodie in her primary years -> hozier in her secondary years-adulthood pipeline but maybe that’s me projecting a little LMAOO

Jinx

• learns music very easily, could play any instrument she wanted to tbh

• but is surprisingly kin to the piano and violin, and silco has her playing music in The Last Drop occasionally

• i love the idea of Jinx practicing piano, brows knitted in concentration, and Silco watching her from the door frame practice and master a piece like the dad he is (definitely brags to Sevika about Jinx’s musicality afterwards)

• Jinx memorizing children’s tunes to annoy Sevika (and maybe heal her inner child a little) and all of Silco’s favorites to make him proud (though he always is, regardless)

• is so. SO good at her bowing and picking (in relation to the violin). it might sound chaotic at times but Jinx’s pizzicato + staccato are always so clean

• in terms of general music taste, i see Jinx as a hyperpop girl but i‘m interested to see what other people think

• also indulges in very dramatic classical music- both listening AND playing, i know Jinx puts all of her emotion into the music she plays

• p!atd/fob/tøp phase HAD to have happened at some point

Ekko

• local percussionist icon… everyone knows that Ekko knows how to make a good beat

• he’d tinker around and create his own instruments- better with every invention

• it’s giving rubber band guitar kid but 10x better

• got into drumming as a teenager and spray painted some cool (and slightly angsty) patterns onto his drum set

• also can definitely dance… not as related but…

• can play the viola as well and he played duets with jinx/powder growing up on the streets

• always thought that jinx was so impressive with her playing skills n he definitely tried to impress her with his own music

• this boy could/can VIBRATO!!! and he definitely smiles when he’s really into the music he’s playing too- you can see the joy written across his face

• he doesn’t play viola much anymore as an adult, not unless some of the Zaun children convince him to perform and play for them

• Ekko totally bonded with Jinx and their love for hyperpop when they were younger

• i feel like he’d generally listen to a lot of hype workout music, hip hop, and punk rock/alt rock

Vi

• Vi never really had the chance to play any music, nor did she really have an interest in playing growing up

• but I’m thinking of her finding Vander’s old guitar in a storage room one day and being determined to play it

• she’s embarrassed to ask Vander for help and it definitely takes a bit of time but Vi eventually masters Blackbird (by the Beatles) with Vander teaching her

• Vi is amazed that her hands could create sounds so lovely, and falls in love with the guitar- although she never really gets to learn many songs before she’s sent to prison

• But with the help of Caitlyn, Vi is able to start practicing again (she only remembers Blackbird, thinks it’s a bit embarrassing) ((Caitlyn thinks it’s cute))

• onto music taste: this girl is mainly all workout music i’m sorry…. but there’s probably a bunch of alt pop like chase atlantic and the neighborhood. also- doja cat.

• can I say she still listens to the Beatles sometimes because it reminds her of Vander and her old family <3 (idk why my brain is INSISTENT on it being the Beatles but)

• thinks that boy bands are the funniest thing ever. secretly jams out to a couple of their many of their love songs due to a certain Kiramann. accidentally becomes a 1D stan because of it

Mel

• was drawn to the cello from the very first time she watched an orchestral performance

• definitely vented out her emotions through playing music as a teen

• understands music theory really well and can play any tempo you give her

• would bring a small spray bottle for her rock stop (this is SO niche i’m so sorry i’m a cello player)

• first cello. top of the orchestra hierarchy in class

• Mel rarely has time to play anymore, but she gets extremely nostalgic listening to the cello and still uses it as a form of escapism when extremely stres.

• her music taste is. the Jazz in the Background playlist on spotify

• secret lover of ariana grande, taylor swift, and katy perry

• jayce walks into Mel humming California Girls once and almost loses his shit before remembering she’d murder him if he laughed outright at her

Viktor

• always wished he could be in an orchestra but never did

• studied music theory !!!!! and adored a violin that Heimerdinger gifted him when he entered the academy

• I also feel like Viktor has piano hands and definitely knows his way around one

• composes most of the music he plays but also loves indulging himself in improv

• music is a very personal thing for Viktor so he rarely performs/shares his music with others

• Viktor can SING. but you’d never know and he’s never tell you.

• his passion for music is second only to his passion for science and innovation

• Viktor also seems like a jazz listener to me…. and mitski. and other Sad Gay™ music

• creature w/ orchestra by half•alive is the most viktor song on the planet. go listen to it rn

Jayce

• trumpet kid (god i don’t know anything about band or band kids but)

• if he was in orchestra, he’d be THAT violin (derogatory)

• despite his big head, Jayce really is quite talented at the instruments he hones his skills on

• would be a very enthusiastic section leader

• front of the marching band, framed all of his band photos from “the glory days”

• Paramore boy. Ricky Montgomery. Imagine Dragons. very random music taste. closeted Lil Nas X fan (only Viktor and Mel know)

• I have a song for him as well. Vienna by Billy Joel <3

[cognitosclowns]

Any hand holding head canons…? 👉👈 With um a reader holding hands with the gang?

AWE <333 THIS IS ADORABLE TYSM

all sfw!! just <33 cute shit

Brett

He's 100000% the type to link pinkies, he’s such a sap <3

Either that or the classic finger-interlocked hand holding!! His hands are massive and clunky but he still really loves holding your hand <33 AND LIKE,, drumming his fingers on your hand while he holds it??? YEAYEAYEA <333

NO MATTER WHAT HE'S GONNA SWING YOUR HANDS TBH <333

he has a lot of nervous energy!!! or just energy in general lmao. Being around you makes him so <333 happy, so swinging your hands is a nice way to get all those feelings OUT!!!

he gives you that happy little smile when you notice what he's doing <33 maybe a cheeky wink or giggle <333

IF YOU INITIATE HE’S GONNA LIGHT UP LIKE A FIREWORK <333 OH GOD HE GETS THIS LOPSIDED GRIN?? HE THINKS HE’S BEING SLY AND SUBTLE BUT NAH HE’S BEAMING WITH HAPPINESS.

Reagan

The only time she'd ever hold you hand is if either she's Super Nervous or Suddenly Feeling Extremely Touch Starved.

both happen very rarely!!

finger-interlocked handholding feels too cramped?? that Squeezing Feeling around the where your fingers connect is UNCOMFORTABLE SMDNSM

Mostly she <33 sticks to loosely holding your wrist?? Barely touching at first, maybe her thumb n middle finger touching?? <33 just a light connection so she’s got a hold of you, but can also pull away?? <333

 besides its really soothing to be able to feel your pulse at your wrist <33 

Gigi

OH NO NAILS. she loves super sharp nail styles so expect one of two light scratches if you hold hands smndsd

SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO THEY’RE JUST SUPER LONG AND SHARP AND ITS EASY FOR EITHER OF YOU TO FORGET AND GET POKED SMNDSM.

Classic hand holding, fingers interlocked - she pulls your hand UP and nuzzles your joint hands against her cheek + gives it a kiss!!

Esp if you come by her office?? Like if you come down to sit with her,,, she’ll just hold your join hands against her chest while she works?? <333

SHE ALWAYS HAS MUSIC OF SOME SORT PLAYING WHILE SHE DOES PAPERWORK N STUFF SO,, <33 she bounces/taps your hands against her collarbone in time with the music?? while she writes with her other hand?? <333 ghk

Andre

EEE <3333 he loves wrapping a hand around your side and grabbing your hand,, and them pressing your joining hands against your hip?? KINDA HARD TO DESCRIBE PROPERLY BUT,,, BASICALLY ANYTHIGN THAT LETS HIM YANK YOU CLOSE

He’d much rather have his hands on you that in yours?? Not even in a smutty way he just really likes being able to,, like,, massage your shouders, run his hand along your arm

HOLDING HANDS IS TOO STAGNANT >:( HE WANTS TO BE ABLE TO TRACE HIS FINGERS ALONG YOUR PALM AND UP YOUR ARM. SPONTANEOUS LITTLE TICKLES. DRUMMING HIS FINGERS ON YOUR SHOULDERS. MOVEMENT

Glenn

HIS HANDS ARE SUPER BIG N CLUMSY?? Plus the webbing means you can't interlock your fingers <////3 woe

this means that,, if he is gonna hold your hand, it's moreso gonna be placing his hand on top of yours?? Like if your hand is resting on your thigh, he'll place his hand on top <333

OR JUST,, WRAPPING HIS HAND AROUND YOUR FIST??? SMNDSMD CAUSE LIKE HE DOESN’T WANNA CRUSH YOUR FINGERS SO ITS JUST EASIER IF YOU MAKE A FIST, AND HE HOLDS THAT??? he might forget you two are holding hands and,, yank you too hard and then Oops You’ve Collided With His Chest smndsmd

JR

BONIEST FUCKIN FINGERS AND ABSOLUTELY FRIGID. VERY SORRY IT FEELS LIKE YOU’RE HOLDING HANDS WITH A CORPSE A LOTTA THE TIME

THEY ARE SUPER SOFT THOUGH <3 WITH BULBOUS FINGERTIPS,, so I guess it balances out??

very fidgety!! Constantly changing hand positions, drumming his fingers on the exterior of your hand, probably absentmindedly picking at your skin

OH AND <333 because his hands are super cold,,, <333 he loves hand-holding. It gives him this Instant Calm to have you holding his hand <33

GOD BUT <33 HE WON’T LOOK UP FROM WHATEVER HE’S DOING AT FIRST?? he’ll just wiggle his fingers in your general direction, and get this,, small, bitten smile when you slip your hand into his <33333

AB

He's much rather have your arms linked?? Or like,, you hanging off his arm?? your hand in the crook of his elbow?? <333 yea he's not really the type for hand holding, he'd rather have it free in case he needs to do smth quickly!!

Rarely - rarely, when he knows you aren't paying attention and he's feeling particularly sappy, he might gently cup your fingers in his hand and gently run his thumb along your knuckles <333

MYC

OKAY HE'S NOT THE TYPE FOR HANDHOLDING BC,, YKNOW,, ~tentacles~ , and he likes to be able to move em around!!! it feels weird to have them constrained smdnsmd

Besides Hand Holding is SAPPY and he is NOT A FUCKING SAP >:(

(<3333 although maybe,,, sometimes,, when you’re falling asleep,,, you’ll notice a tendril making its way down your arm, like a vine down a tree)

... (AND MAYBE the tip of that tendril will nestle into your palm, with this happy hum before bumping his orb against your cheek <333)

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Day 9 : Scronch'love.

𐐪𐑂 Pairing : Sapnap x fem!reader {Playlist}

𐐪𐑂 Summary : a lovely afternoon and an ancestral question; when are you going to join the dream smp?

𐐪𐑂 Word count : 1.5k

𐐪𐑂 Warning : swearing

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“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

“Have you been here for a long time?”

Time bends and twists into unknowns shapes when well spent. So, you’re so not sure. Long enough for your fairy garden to start looking like at least a proper garden, long enough for your feet to start fidgeting, brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket ever so slightly and softly.

“Can you share your screen?”

“I’m just picking flowers, there’s nothing much to see,” you warn but it never does the proper job.

“That’s fine, I like watching you play.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yeah. You’ve been playing for years and you’re still dog water. It's almost soothing,” you hear him grin through the silkiness of his voice.

You smile evasively, palm gripping the mouse and executing on memory. Soon, Sapnap’s satisfied noises hovers and everything is just how it’s supposed to be. You spend a while humming the music of days and nights of the game while building your project. Sap helps from time to time, giving advice when his attention is there and leaving trails of compliments on his way. You don’t think the garden is necessarily that good, you don’t mind either.

“Do you think the tree should go on the left or the right of the pond?” You ask, fingers drumming back and forth between the two options. Right he says. "What about the roses, do I plant some or not?"

“It’s just a detail, don’t hurt your brain too much on that,” he says in a light tone, but you disagree.

“Details are what make things important. Like when you remember I prefer warm pillows so you give me yours, it’s just a detail but it makes me happy.”

“Of course I do; you’re a baby,” he murmurs teasingly.

With an arched eyebrow, you retort, “says you,” and silence follows for a second as you plant the tree on the right of the pond.

“Yeah, Dream already made sure I was aware of that.”

“Not sure why the piss baby thinks he’s qualified to have this conversation, buddy,” you note and Sap chuckles are as vivid as contagious. “Why would he call you a baby anyway? What have you done?”

“I-I’m not telling you.” As soon as the mumbles fades, your phone sends loud vibrations on your desk. You abandon your character to the night and the wildness, picking the phone as you murmur a low oh, okay. Whether it’s to your phone or Sapnap, that, isn’t really clear. Still, Sapnap’s words sound more distant, more of what wonders are made of. On the screen, a twitter notification of a certain Karl Jacobs.

“You’re not even listening to me anymore,” Sapnap whines.

“I don’t listen to whiny babies, sorry.”

“We’re on the verge of divorce, yn and it’s your fault.”

A scoff skitters out through teasing lips, “But you still talk about me all the time, don’t you?” Your voice drags through different lands, unknown and musky.

“So what?” He splutters all awkward like it’s some kind of confidence that shouldn’t have left his thoughts and, somehow, you’re surprised the almighty confidence has left the game. “Who said that?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re obsessed with me, admit it,” you demand and though you don’t notice it, too tangled with the moment, the atmosphere is tinted with a different nuance like it’s suddenly dawn at the end of a summer party.

“So are you.”

Now, your heart drums a strange yet familiar rhythm. Something made of secrets and uncertainty, something you decided to leave unnamed a long time ago. Sapnap, you reason, can’t be lied to. He knows better than words half meant, half made up and it’s annoying, really, but he just does somehow. If you dare to lie, he would know and then it would be even more annoying.

“Yeah, you’re living in my head rent free but at least I’m not trying to hide it.” No answer. You peek at the game, you’ve been slain by a spider. “Karl said that,” you resign yourself. “He said he was about to join the vc by the way.”

Before the conversation can carry on, the sound of Karl joining the call resonates. Being in this Discord server is like living in a house with 10 siblings, that’s what you understand from the way Sap exhales heavily.

“Oh, I am interrupting something?” Karl says, struck by a peculiar energy.

“Besties time Karl, besties time,” Sapnap mumbles beneath his breath and it chimes a little like disappointment.

“Well, too bad I guess,” Karl exclaims. “It's about time I meet miss Bunnyshow.”

Karl is like that gif of a cat sitting in a tiny box with the caption “if it fits, I sit”.

“Does that mean our passive aggressive subweet arc is over?” You ask, faking the dejection when your smile grows wide.

“Oh god, I hope not. That’s my favorite part of the day.”

"It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my comfort streamer Karl Jacobs," you confess.

Satisfied, your attention gets back on the game; flowers rooting gracefully into the dirt and hives ready to host the beloved honey bugs as Karl and Sap catch up on time being apart. Everything is quiet and peaceful like the end of an afternoon well spent.

“I like your garden,” Karl points out and you hum a thank you beneath your breath.

“So you can take Karl’s compliments but not mine.”

“We’re besties you’re honor. Sapnap you can leave now, thank you,” Karl giggles and you follow along.

“Sorry Karl, there’s only room for one man in my heart and that has to be Sapnap.”

He fakes a cry to keep the theatrics before adding without transitions, “You know if you asked Dream he’d probably let you on the SMP.”

“No thanks,” you grin.

“Sapnap, your girl doesn’t want to play with us.”

“She’s already been whitelisted for months now,” Sapnap informs but fails to comment on the first part of the complaint.

He’s not lying, but you feel like it says more about Dream’s stubbornness than it says about you. As for your best friend, he understands better than anyone that wish for privacy and it’s something made of respect like yours for his career. You’d rather see him shaped by all the light than being touched by a glimpse of it. He does, after all, deserves it all. So, that’s the contract you made with yourself because it made sense; being a supportive shadow. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that you’ve never considered streaming before. It’s that it’s his world more than yours.

Karl, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to think the same way, “This is unacceptable, I gotta send a few texts.”

“Lost cause, dude, lost cause,” you grin but stubbornness seems to be a pre required trait for those mcyts.

Before you have time to find a suitable comment about the newborn group chat, a new person joins the call and Sapnap's annoyance is even more palpable, "No fucking way dude. We can't even have a second of peace on this server."

"Why would you be in a discord call if you want peace. You're just dumb," Quackity retorts with an energy he and he only can ever own.

Then George joins and Dream follows on his heels and soon your ears are filled with conversations that are as loud as scattered. Your shoulders sink in the back of your chair as soft fingers try to brush the upcoming migraine away. This is why you can't join the SMP; -not really but still- too much energy that has to be processed at all time. And you should know better, being friend with a very chaotic boy for the last 15 years, but you're not somehow.

"No, fuck that," Sapnap mutters. "I'm out."

"You can't leave now we have things to discuss," George exclaims. "Bunny, explain to me how Sapnap's proposition is more appealing than mine."

"Because I know her more than you do," he defends, and he's right. Money isn't of you interest. Love, on the other hand...

"Because she's like scronch'love," Karl giggles mindlessly.

"The fuck does scronch'love mean?" You ask, amused.

"It's very simple," Quackity intervenes. "If I offered you the same thing, would you even consider it?"

"Of course I would. What kind of question is that?"

"Fine. So, if Sapnap keeps his offer, here is mine; you become the president of Las Nevadas in addition to what he said."

"What?" Sapnap takes offense.

The call brims with an agitated confusion as you smile deviously, heels rooted into the floor to make your chair spin lightly and your fingers drum on your desk.

"I don't think you wanna do that," George corrects.

"Yeah, you absolutely don't," you confirm.

"Fine," he retorts. "So Sapnap's offer plus a Las Nevadas citizenship. How does that sound?"

"Like an offer I'll confider," you sigh. "So who's scronch'love now?"

"Still you," Dream answers. "Except you're also a big dummy."

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A/N : helloooo,, how are you??? this part very self indulgent and I think this fic will be in general but I hope you liked it anyway. I love the idea of c!quackity always being too much and always having something to add to be even more over the top. I'm having more trouble than I thought about Bunny's and Sap's friendship because I want them to have a very special friendship but I hope it appears as such. idk. lmk what you think and thank you for reading it it makes me very happy <3 Until next time (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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Star-Crossed (Danny Wagner): Chapter Two

Two bands, both alike in dignity

At Lollapalooza where we lay our scene

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny

…… a pair of star cross’d lovers…...

Taglist: @flowervanfleet @weightofdreams-gvf @sierraahhhh @stardustschords @amourleger @ageofsewingmachine @theweightofstardust @gretavanhoney @samkiszkabreakmyback and potentially you, just lmk!!

(A/N): HEY LATE NIGHT READERS it’s been approximately 1.5 days since Chip Bunker so I hope you’re all still in a Danny mood. I’m sorry this chapter took so long, the press on nails I mentioned in the note for Acrylics have absolutely impeded my typing abilities… which is problematic in general given my profession.

BUT ANYWAY this will be the final pure-fluff chapter as we reach the midpoint of the story, the end of the act one if you will. I apologize if any of the formatting is off, I wrote this largely on my iPhone as I’m home visiting my mom this weekend. So if anything looks weird, blame tumblr mobile. Also this won’t be formally added to my master list until tomorrow night when I’m reunited with my laptop. now featured on the masterlist!

Ok let’s get this shit going!

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

DANNY POV

As I walked in the direction of the amphitheater, grinning like an idiot, I looked over the other notifications left by my bandmates on my phone. Lots of “where did you go?”s and “dude where the fuck are you we’re on soon”s. I sent out a text to Jake that I would be there in 5, since I knew if anyone he’d be the most annoyed with me right now.

But, God, I just couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry about it. Someone else could sound check my drums for all I fucking cared. With the way this girl made me feel, I wasn’t gonna leave her side a single second earlier than I had to.

I ran my fingers over my lips, still tingling from the sensation of hers. That kiss was something otherworldly, I had initiated it but I wasn’t ready for it to knock my socks off the way it did. It just felt so… Right. So correct. Like every person I’d kissed before today was leading up to her.

Leaving her was harder than I had expected, especially since I met her today and I was leaving her to go perform a headlining gig at a major music festival. This was a huge milestone for us, and yet my mind could not be less focused on the task at hand.

But then again, she’s coming to the show. I knew it would be impossible for me to find her in the crowd, but she sounded pretty genuine when she said she would go. I smiled to myself, thinking about her waiting for me after the show.

However, I was abruptly yanked out of my thoughts when I entered the amphitheater. Physically.

“Dude, finally, where the fuck were you all day? We’ve been trying like crazy to reach you!” Sam grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me down the hallway toward the dressing rooms.

All I could do was shrug, “Sorry, man. Time got away from me I guess. It’s a good thing I set that alarm for sound check though.”

“Yeah, and missed it, because you weren’t here! Jake’s about ready to kill you.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he was.

“Okay, well, I’m here now. We still have plenty of time before the show starts.” I said as we walked into the room where the twins were.

“He’s alive!” Josh wailed. Jake, on the other hand, briskly walked up to me with angry glare on his face.

“Where the hell have you been?”

I looked down at him and tried to hold back the smile that threatened to surface when I thought about where I had been all day. By the looks of it, if I smiled at Jake right now I might be going on stage with a shiner.

Instead, I looked around sheepishly, “I’ve been… you know, around. Seeing shows. Lost track of time.”

Josh squinted at me for a moment, then his face lit up. “Oh my God, you were with a girl weren’t you?”

This time I couldn’t resist cracking a small, all-telling smile and turning toward the rack with my show outfit on it.

“Holy shit he was!” Sam exclaimed. “Damn, all day?”

I chuckled to myself, “I mean, yeah, I did see most of the shows I saw today with the same girl… We might’ve kissed before I left but I mean-”

“You kissed her after knowing her for an afternoon?” Josh asked incredulously while I unbuttoned the shirt I had on and threw it onto the rack.

Sam let out a laugh, “Like you haven’t done more in less!”

I shook my head. “But like, it didn’t feel like it was just an afternoon. I-I don’t know how to explain it. We just kind of… connected, you know?”

Jake huffed in the corner, lighting a cigar. “Well, does she know you have obligations here too? You’re not just another festival-goer you actually have responsibilities.”

I rolled my eyes, buttoning up the shirt the stylist had picked for me as I turned to face the group again, “Jesus, Jake, I said I was sorry. I’m here in time, what more do you want from me?”

Again, Jake stepped closer to me, leaving a trail of cigar smoke from where he was sitting. He stops for a moment in front of me and says, “Commitment” before walking out the door.

I turned around to the other two Kiszkas, “Has he been like that all day?”

Sam shrugged, “Not all day, but we did get a little worried when you went all MIA on us. He was pretty freaked out before you showed up.”

“Look, I really am sorry I scared you guys, but I would never actually ditch something like this. I mean, come on! This is a huge deal!” I exclaimed, trying to bring back up the energy for this gig. Jake could be a sourpuss all he wanted on stage, I wasn’t gonna let him bring us all down.

Y/N POV

As James Bay started winding down, I decided to leave in search of the amphitheater. Surprisingly, the sea of venues was getting easier to navigate as the darkness of night settled in. Everything was lit up and music was pouring out from every which direction.

And yet, no signs of the amphitheater. Eventually, I stopped to ask a group of girls which way it was. “Oh, you’re going to see Greta too? Here, come with us we’re heading over too” One of the girls offered brightly. They seemed trustworthy enough so I agreed and followed along with them. On the walk over they gushed about boys named “Josh” and “Jake” but no mention of Danny. He had definitely said the amphitheater and Greta Van Fleet, but I suppose there had to be more members than just him.

Thankfully enough, they led me in the right direction and I found myself near the back of the pit in front of the stage. Nobody was out yet so I took the opportunity to light one of the joints I brought and prepare myself mentally for the possibility that his band fucking sucks and I have to see him again later.

My attention was refocused to the stage when the crowd suddenly erupted in applause and screams. There they were, four guys who looked to be around my age walking onto the stage one by one. I spotted Danny immediately, by far the tallest and bearing striking visual differences from the rest of the band. I was immediately taken aback by his hair- what was earlier tied up in a messy bun was now cascading down his shoulders. It was so much more than it looked when it was up. It was mystifying. He climbed behind the drum set and gave it a few testing strikes before leaning back into his seat as the rest of the band got their instruments ready.

I toyed with the joint in my mouth while taking in his stage presence. The plain navy button-down he was wearing with me has been exchanged with a more intricately patterned silk one. It coordinated well with the rest of the band’s outfits, but I couldn’t help but prefer the more relaxed and comfortable look. His skin looked almost luminescent in the spotlights, taking on a slightly lighter tone despite all the sun we had both gotten earlier today.

I was torn away from admiring him in the stage lights by a text. From….. Danny?

“Did u make it over? We’re about to start”

I knit my eyes in confusion and looked back up on the stage to see Danny putting his phone back into his pocket innocently, glancing at the other guys to see if they noticed. I chuckled to myself and responded,

“you did not just text me from ON STAGE U PSYCHO yes I’m here”

I looked back on stage and saw Danny jump ever so slightly at the vibration from his phone, eagerly reaching down to check it. It was endearing, really. Every damn thing about him was. I watched as he smiled at his phone, typed out a quick message and swiped it off.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed with his response,

“Good u can see me ;) Enjoy the show- meet me behind backstage area half hour after the set ok?”

I went to respond before my attention was snapped back up to the stage by a voice, “Are you ready?!” The one who I assumed to be the singer yelled into the mic. I recognized him as the curly haired boy sitting next to Danny at the fire the night before. The audience roared in response, making each of the guys on stage crack a small grin before launching head first into their opening song.

Thankfully, I had worried for nothing because his band was phenomenal. I didn’t even know any words and I found myself yelling and dancing along with the crowd to the music. Some of the songs were definitely more classic-rock style, but others were a bit folkier and slower, with the guitarist switching between electric and acoustic throughout the show.

Although I was wholeheartedly there for Danny, I couldn’t help but notice the stage presence of the other members. During the show I learned that they were brothers, and each of their names, but it was so intriguing to see how lost in their songs they were getting while performing them. They were playing like nobody was watching, letting the music move their faces and bodies in whichever way it commands. It was an inarguably authentic performance and I was happy for Danny that this was a group he got to be a part of.

However, it eventually came to an end, and I couldn’t help the twinge of guilt I felt for being excited that it was over. Only because now I get to go find Danny and tell him how much I loved it.

I made a wide loop around the audience area as people started to flood out, their set being one of the last of the night. By the time I got to the exit behind the backstage area, it had been about 20 minutes and I didn’t have to wait long to see Danny’s smiling face emerge from the doors. He closed the door quickly behind him, as if he were sneaking out, and then his arms were back around my waist the way they were before we parted ways. The way they snaked across my torso to fall to a rest at the small of my back made me consider if they were made to go there. Meant to. Destined.

“Hey you, what’d you think?”

I beamed up at him. “It was incredible. You guys are amazing. You’re amazing!”

Danny’s cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. “I realized just before we started that I never mentioned what kind of music we do, I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it. Obviously a lot of people enjoy it but some people are really turned off by the sound, you know?”

I shook my head, eyes still wide with wonder staring up at him. I took a moment to reach up and brush the loose strands of hair out of his face as he looked back down at me. “No, no. The way you guys perform… you just really leave it all out there. It looks like you’re putting everything you’ve got into your performance. Anyone who truly appreciates music should appreciate your… you know, celebration of it, almost.”

It was at this point Danny’s lips started to curl upwards into a smile and I found myself tripping over my words, distracted by his mouth. I reached my hand up to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt- back to the one he was wearing earlier- before smiling back up at him. “And don’t worry, it’s safe to say your music did not turn me off.”

Danny chuckled, leaning in a bit to press his forehead back against mine. “Oh yeah? So one could even say it…turned you on?” his voice lowered to a gravelly murmur for the last part of the sentence.

This time it was my turn to flush pink. But I couldn’t lose my confidence now. My hands glided up his chest from the button I was fidgeting with, until they rested at his neck. I leaned in to ghost my lips over his before whispering, “Watching you sure did.”

That was all the reassurance he needed to lunge forward and reconnect our lips. Just like before, the contact started a frenzy under my skin, warming me up and making it feel like I was floating. This time, however, the kiss was turning more and more passionate. His tongue found its way into my mouth to greet mine and the two danced together between our teeth as we desperately tried to pull each other closer.

After a few minutes, we pulled away to catch our breath. “Do you… Do you wanna go somewhere? I know a trail around here that leads to a creek. I’m sure it’s empty by now. I just know the rest of the band’s gonna be out any minute and…” he turns to look back at the door as he takes a moment to articulate his thoughts. “… Quite frankly I want you all to myself tonight.”

My stomach fluttered at his words and all I could do was nod at him in confirmation. He grins at me and takes my hand, still feeling a little jolt when he did. However, just after we started walking, the back door opened once again, making us both turn around at the sound. And just like Danny predicted, one of his bandmates emerged. The one from the fire. Josh, I think. He was able to spot us about 50 feet away and a slow grin spread across his face. “Well if it isn’t Romeo and Juliet themselves. Have fun you two.”

Danny rolled his eyes and turned back around, pulling me with him. “Good night Josh” he said with a slightly annoyed tone.

“And good night Danny!” Josh yelled back in a much more suggestive tone, I could basically hear him wiggling his eyebrows.

We kept walking further away and from the distance I could hear the door opening again and voices, but Danny didn’t turn back around so I didn’t either. “Your band seems nice.” I offered.

Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They are, they really are. But sometimes they can be a lot.” I nodded in agreement, unaware of what he’s referring to but trying to be supportive.

DANNY POV

I already knew I was gonna be in for it tomorrow from the guys for ditching them again tonight, but fuck if I cared. Hearing her gush over our performance and seeing her once more under the glow of the moon had me feeling like the band was the least of my worries. Because I might actually be falling in love with this girl.

I shivered slightly at the concept. We were just coming up on the 24-hour mark of our first meeting. If you could even call it that. Our little stare-off. But I genuinely feel like I’ve known this girl forever. Conversation flows so easily and my heart feels like it might just stop entirely whenever she smiles at me. Every logical component of my brain was screaming to run, to go back to my friends and avoid heartbreak once this festival ends and we start touring again.

I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as we approached the trail. It looked much darker compared to where we were standing, the lights from the festival illuminating the night.

I stopped and turned to look at her. “This is it.”

She looked into the darkness of the trail and then back at me. “You’re not taking me into the woods to kill me, are you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh and she smiled a bit too. “No, I promise it’ll be worth it. Besides if I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.” I added matter-of-factly.

She giggled and took my hand, and I felt my heart soar. “Well, I guess I should consider myself lucky, then. C’mon.”

She took a few steps into the trail and turned around to pull me in with her. “Not getting nervous are you?” She teased.

“Me? Nervous? Around you? Oh, never.” I joked as I walked into the trail with her.

We kept walking for a minute before she turned to look up at me with a smile, “So I make you nervous then?”

I let out a sigh, taking a moment to figure out how to word my next sentence. “The way you make me feel sure does.”

I watched as she smiled to herself, looking down at the trail we were walking on. “You don’t make me feel nervous. Usually I am around guys, but I don’t know. When I’m around you it feels like that’s where I’m supposed to be, you know?”

I did. I really did. All I could do was nod as a million thoughts raced through my head.

Soon we approached the clearing with the creek and thankfully, like I had hoped, it was void of people. I led her over to the edge and she reached a hand down to feel the water, the beautiful smile on her face growing as the sensation hit her. She immediately sat down and started taking off her shoes and socks before dipping her feet into the water with a sigh.

She looked back up at me, eyes sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight, “Well what are you waiting for? Are you telling me your feet don’t hurt after walking around all day?”

At that moment I felt the weight of the day rest onto the soles of my feet. She was right. Of course she was right. I followed suit and took my spot next to her, right hand resting on her left as we propped ourselves up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look down and smile at the feeling, and I couldn’t help but smile too.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the running water and basking in each others presence. She leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder and I moved my hand from its place on top of hers to sling my arm around her shoulder. I closed my eyes and prayed to any god that would listen that this moment would never end.

However, it did when she let out a sudden gasp and sat back up. “Oh my God, I just remembered. I have something to make this moment perfect.”

It already felt pretty perfect to me, that is until I watched her pull a joint and a lighter out of her pocket, sparking the lighter playfully to illuminate the mischievous look on her face.

“Oh you just get better and better, don’t you?”

Y/N POV

We sat there on the riverbed, passing my brothers joint back and forth. At one point he made a point to blow the smoke right at me and I tried moving around to catch the smoke in my mouth, which made him laugh. God, his laugh is beautiful.

However, after learning my intentions, he took a long drag from the joint before leaning in close to me, opening his mouth to show me the smoke sitting right on his tongue. It was an invitation. A dare, almost. Come and get it.

And I did just that. I planted my open mouth on his and felt him push the hot smoke into my mouth, down my windpipe and deep into my lungs, before nibbling on my bottom lip. Joint forgotten, I blew the smoke out of my nose and reached my arms up to pull him closer into another deep kiss. We sat there for a bit, under the watchful eye of the moon and nobody else’s, making out on the edge of the creek. His lips made their way down to my jawline, peppering wet kisses across before diving down to my neck, leaving harsh nips that I would definitely have to explain the results of to my brothers tomorrow.

My eyes finally fluttered open when I leaned forward, placing my hand next to Danny’s to support myself. But I felt my fingers brush against something and knock it into the creek. My eyes opened in search of the object and they widened when I realized what it was.

“Oh no.” I whispered.

Danny immediately pulled his head up from the crook of my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. “What is it?” He whispered back.

“The joint.” I respond, with a small smile as I pointed to the last third of the joint floating down the creek away from us.

When Danny realized what had pulled me out of the moment, he tried to stifle a laugh. But then I turned to meet his eyes, and suddenly we were both leaning into each other roaring with weed-induced laughter. The once still silence of the night being filled by our fits of hysterics.

Once we’d calmed down, Danny threw his arm back around my shoulder and leaned back, pulling both of us flush onto the bedrock. I nuzzled my head into Danny’s shoulder and he pulled me closer to him, so that my head lay on his chest instead of his arm.

“Danny, do you believe in soulmates?”

If I had a clearer mind, I would’ve shot myself point blank for asking that question to a man I met a day ago. And yet, Danny turned to look deep into my eyes, before answering with a sigh, “You know what? I’m sure as hell starting to.”

I smiled back up at him and he pressed a tender kiss onto my forehead before we both turned back up to look at the stars.

I don’t even know when we fell asleep, or who did first, all I know is the sun is bright as fuck at 7am when you’re sleeping on a rock by a creek. I winced as the shade from the tree above us finally gave out and the sun started shining directly onto my face.

I opened my eyes to see Danny’s face inches from mine, breath fanning across my cheeks as he somehow continued to sleep. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, causing his eyes to flutter open. My stomach erupted into butterflies as he smiled warmly at me, like he would be content waking up that way forever. Then, I watched as he slowly regathered his surroundings. “Oh shit we fell asleep out here!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, burying my face into his chest as he looked around at the handful of people on our once-private creek. He placed a hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair gently before mumbling, “We should probably head back then.”

I groaned into his chest, which made him chuckle, before leaning up to a seated position again, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Yeah, probably. My brothers are gonna fucking end my life for not making it back last night.”

I stood up and reached my arms down for Danny’s, hoisting him to his feet when he obliged. He let one of his hands fall away while the other stayed firmly put in my hand. We walked in peaceful, content silence back out of the trail and toward the campground.

“Will I see you again later?” He asked hopefully.

I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face as I swung our hands a bit. “Of course. I have my brothers’ set this afternoon, but I’ll come find you after.”

We approached a site with two tents and a picnic table being taken up by a boy in sunglasses with his hair tied up. Danny threw him a wave, “Morning Jake!” He didn’t look up from his book and instead raised a middle finger toward us.

I chuckled and Danny sighed, “Always the charmer.”

He turned back to me, “Alright, well I’ll see you later then. And if your brothers give you a hard time make sure they remember they’re without a stage crew if they kill you.”

I threw my head back laughing, missing Jake’s ears perking up and him closing his book, peering over at me over his sunglasses.

Danny leaned in for a parting kiss and I felt the warmth re-enter my body, flooding my system again with something unmistakably Danny. I couldn’t help the sigh that fell from my lips as he pulled away. He smirked at me, “Never gets old.” Before turning and disappearing into the tent.

I bit my lip to hide the smile forming on my face as I turned around to head back to my brothers tent, already dreading the idea of explaining my night to them. I was pulled out of my trance by someone clearing their throat.

I turned to see Jake standing up at the table he was sitting at, sunglasses noticeably absent as his eyes were burning daggers into me. I was taken aback a bit, seeing as I had barely just met him. I tried to shake it off and be friendly.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. You’re Jake, right? You guys were great last night.” I took a few steps closer, extending a hand toward him.

He looked down at my hand in disgust, crossing his arms over his chest before staring deep into my eyes.

And suddenly I remember.

The rude long haired boys from the first night.

I was looking one of them right in the eye. And it was Danny’s bandmate.

I hesitantly pulled my hand back, brushing it against my jeans as the smile faded from my face. “I, uh… I think I should go.”

Jake squinted at me. “I think you should.”

I turned and walked briskly away from the campground, suddenly more eager than ever to reach my brothers.

CHAPTER THREE COMING SOON