#just wanna play rhythm heaven and listen to rhythm heaven music

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i have so many thoughts on the games they excluded from megamix. even just looking at ds (cuz i. actively have it open-) all the excluded games are pretty well-liked. built to scale, moai doo-wop (okay maybe not it), love lizards, crop stomp, dj school (they fucking know people like dj school), drummer duel, love lab, space soccer, rockers. basically all of those are really loved or at least liked. heck you can't even make an argument against some of them, of those games the only ones never referenced in any capacity are splashdown, space soccer and rockers. i mean you have to take creative liberties for love lab and crop stomp and i might be wrong on love lizards. idk i've had pretty close to constant brain fog for like two days. <3

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

Songs I listen to about Skittlescript’s Isekai’ed to the West and Triad au Playlist

hahaha lol checkout @skittlescripts’s isekai to the west au, here’s some songs that remind me of the au and some scenarios imagined would make the daydreams better, special thanks to the works of @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

this is for the Sun WuKong and Six-Eared Macaque simps out there

problem - ariana grande - reader starting to have feelings for Sun Wukong

dear future husband - meghan trainor - reader saying what marriage be like

right there - ariana grande - how macaque feels in triad au

the guy that i'd kinda be into - be more chill the musical - reader describing the monkie she likes

bad romance - lady gaga - macaque’s feelings for reader in triad au

one last time - ariana grande - Wukong trying to understand his emotions

la on a saturday night - hearts & colors - macaque’s monologue song in triad au

a whole new world - aladdin - Wukong and reader just ridding his cloud to Flower Fruit mountain

symphony - clean bandit - Macaque when he finally accepts he’s inlove

rhythm of the tambourine - hunchback of notredame the musical - Triad au

made you look - meghan trainor - reader’s themesong in triad au

title - meghan trainor - Wukong in triad au trying to get a date

not fall in love with you - rwby soundtrack - works both for the Isekai and triad au

kiss the girl - the little mermaid - Sandy making sure his OTP is cannon

there's nothing holding me back - shawn mendes - triad au wukong in general 

stutter - mariana's trench - wukong’s 5 stages of grief about having a crush

troublemaker - olly murrs - wukong’s themesong

still into you - paramore - if Isekai to the west had a crossover with Triad au

millennium parade - belle - a reader song for triad au

light switch - charlie puth - wukong’s crush in triad au

i wanna be your slave - maneskin - wukong in a more hornii mood for reader

she's kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer - Isekai to the west chapter 3 song

teeth - 5 seconds of summer - triad au wukong’s song during a meeting

marry you - bruno mars - wukong trying to convince reader that they get married

paper rings - taylor swift - wukong finally getting a date with reader in triad au

teenage dirtbag - wheatus - macaque’s angst about having a crush on reader

my heart's a stereo - maroon 5 - Macaque starting to fall inlove in isekai au

hips don't lie - shakira - reader meets wukong for the first time in triad au

voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer - wukong before he realises he likes reader

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer - both monkey’s admiring reader

love me like you do - ellie goulding - wukong and reader in isekai

love me harder - ariana grande - reader’s feelings with wukong

girlfriend - avril lavinge - macaque's song when he’s jealous in isekai

everytime we touch - cascada - wukong simping for reader in triad au

teenage dream - katy perry - reader realising her crush in isekai au

ET - katy perry - reader and wukong’s relationship in a nutshell for isekai

lucky strike - maroon 5 - wukong vs macaque in isekai au

levitating - dua lipa - reader in isekai au

the story of the phantom - goosebumps the musical - macaque in isekai au

take me to church - hozier - wukong having a crush angst in isekai

can't hold us - macklemore - a sun wukong song in isekai

bad reputation - joan jett - how heaven feels about reader and wukong together

guy.exe - superfruit - reader describing her type of guy in triad au

super mario hyadain - wukong vs macaque for reader in isekai au

play with fire - sam tinnesz - macaque and reader first impressions

positions - ariana grande - wukong and reader relationship song in isekai au

34 + 35 - ariana grande - wukong and reader song in triad au

dinero - trinidad cardona - reader’s alter ego song in triad au

no roots - alice merton - isekai to the west in a nutshell

sway - micheal buble - triad wukong takes reader out dancing

helpless - hamilton - triad wukong being lovesick and lovey dovey, while MK witnesses his mentor being cringe

call me by your name - lil nas x - triad wukong themesong

dead girl walking - heathers - wukong and reader having some spicy fun just after wukong is banished by tripitaka

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston - reader during the triad au before having a relationship

fairytale - alexander rybak - reader angst on having feeling for wukong in isekai 

why don't you do right - who framed roger rabbit - triad wukong meets reader’s alter ego for the first time

La seine and i - a monster in paris - reader performing in triad au

blues in the night - queen tyr'ahnee cover - reader having feelings for triad wukong angst

the great pretender - the platters - reader’s emotional stability during isekai

boys - charlie xcx - reader thinking about wukong in isekai

you will be okay - helluva boss - reader’s song for ao lie and her kids in isekai

no matter what - book of life - reader choosing to be with wukong instead of going home in isekai

Someone you like - girl and the dreamcatcher - triad wukong pining for reader

Ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads - slow dancing in the kitchen in triad au

Something just like this - cold play - macaque pining for reader in triad

Love story of a certain bakeneko - vocaloid

Ahh, it’s a wonderful cat’s life - vocaloid

The wolf that fell inlove with little red ridding hood - rin and len kagamine

Magic mirror - rin and len kagamine

Dance with me tonight - olly murs - a date night song with macaque in triad 

La la dee - cody simpson - triad wukong describing his feelings for reader 

Perfect - ed sheeran - wukong’s feelings for reader near the end of the journey to the west

Shape of you - ed sheeran - triad wukong being a simp for his wife reader

Seniorita - camila cabello - triad wukong flirting with reader

My oh my - camila cabello - reader’s accepting her feelings for wukong in triad

Uwu - chevy - Wukong’s feelings when he realises he wants to be with reader in isekai au

Canterella - vocaloid - triad wukong and reader on a mission

Je t’aime - kelly sweet - wukong descrining his love for reader in isekai

You’ll be in my heart - tarzan - reader just being happy with her family

Strangers like me - tarzan - wukong being curious aboutreader’s life before the journey to the west

A million dreams - the greatest showman - wukong’s song when he marries reader in isekai

One kiss - descendants - wukong when reader because of magic shenannigans needs to wake-up with true loves kiss

Secret garden - undertale - flowerfell au fansong - triad wukong and reader angst

So she dances - josh groban - triad wukong describing reader to MK

Beautiful ghosts - taylor swift - macaque’s song about reader in isekai

Slow dance with you - adventure time - macaque’s song regarding his pinning for reader

Tightrope - the greatest showman - reader’s conflicting emotions about staying with wukong or going home

Thinking out loud - ed sheeran - wukong pining for reader in isekai

Work form home - fifth harmony - reader flirting with triad wukong

Criminal - britney spears - triad wukong and reader’s relationship in a nutshell

Do it for her - steven universe - triad wukong training isekai wukong to protect reader

Back to life - bumblebee movie - reader and wukong’s wedding song in isekai

I love you to much - book of life - macaque pinning for reader in isekai

Death of a bachelor - panic! At the disco - triad wukong pinning for reader

I’m in love with a monster - fifth harmony - triad reader tells isekai reader on her feelings for triad wukong

Black magic - little mix - reader is jealous that triad wukong is flirting to get info

Animals - maroon 5 - wukong being in heat and wants to mate with reader

I’m a lady - meghan trainor - the jttw crew finds out about reader being isekai’ed to help them

Who i am - the score - macaque introducing himself to the reader in isekai after kidnapping her

Rewrite the stars - the greatest showman - triad wukong and reader fall inlove 

Buwan - juan karlos - wukong serenading reader during their first date in isekai

Bad little boy - adventure time - reader and wukong’s dynamic

Monster - adventure time - Wukong angst about reader’s mortality in isekai

Hey soul sister - train - triad wukong being a simp while being cringe

Crush - tessa violet - reader pinning for triad wukong

Would you be so kind - dodie - reader pinning for wukong in isekai

I do adore - mindy gledhill - triad wukong and reader cuddling

Despair - leo - reader pinning for wukong and vice versa in isekai but angsting of it being unrequited

Save me - bruno martini - macaque and wukong paniking because their falling for reader in isekai au

Can’t sleep love - pentatonix - reader talking to sandy about her crush on wukong in isekai

Suki kirai - rin and len kagamine - reader being in denial about being inlove with triad wukong

Someday - disney’s zombies - wukong and reader in general for isekai

Boop - rwby soundtrack - wukong trying to show off and impress reader after he accepts that he loves her

Little miss perfect - owl house fandom - reader angst on wanting to focus on the journey to the west but the dilemma of falling inlove complicates things for her once the journey is done

Ordinary - owl house fandom - reader questioning wukong why he’s inlove with her in isekai au

One more night - maroon 5 - triad wukong wanting reader to stay longer in bed cuddling

You’re the one that i want - grease - triad macaque romantic feelings for reader

If i can’t i love her - beauty and the beast - wukong being in denial for being inlove with reader in isekai au

Evermore - beauty and the beast - wukong angst when reader is presented with the option of returning to her original home

Love like you - steven universe - wukong wondering why reader loves him in isekai

If i could tell her - dear evan hansen - triad macaque hiding his feelings for reader

Only us - dear evan hansen - set during the time wukong is banished from the journey to the west

Your text - sundial - triad wukong trying to get reader’s number

Glad you came - the wanted - triad Wukong meets reader for the first time

Castle on a hill - ed sheeran - wukong reminises his life before the journey to the west and meeting reader

I won’t say i’m in love - hercules -  reader being in denial about being inlove with wukong in isekai au

Circus - britney spears - another themesong for reader in triad au

love story - taylor swift - how wukong tells his kids on how he met their mother in isekai au

you belong with me - taylor swift - how triad macaque feels when he sees reader with triad wukong 

burn for you - bridgerton musical - wukong pining for reader, but not wanting to confess in isekai au

[brisquad-unit-4402]

slow dancing with ike

turning up to luca’s 12 minutes stream early in the game when you can dance with your wife got me in the mood to listen to some romantic oldies while writing my next request but then blue moon by dean martin came up, and i made the connection that ike is blue, and that he sings, and that you can dance with your wife and agh argh aggh just take the fluffy warmup

update from the day after i wrote that author’s note: just finished the 12 minutes stream. no spoilers but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AUAUGH AUGH GGGHAHHH AAAAGGAAAH GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH [distant minecraft injury noise]

anyways check this out while you read i promise it’s worth it

tags: fluff, just straight unadulterated fluff, yeah okay i finally used älskling are you happy now, gender neutral reader

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey. Hug me?”

Ike wraps himself around your body, and you sink into his embrace. As gentle as the novelist is, when he holds you it’s always just enough that you feel sensitive but secure, like a treasured plushie. 

You aren’t sure exactly what got you in a clingy mood today. You both spent the day on errands by yourselves, and by the time Ike got home after you, you were both too pooped to cook, so you called a delivery pizza and called it a day. 

Maybe the candles had done it? Earlier that afternoon, you met up with a friend and he dumped some unused votives on you as thanks for a favor. When you got home, you figured you’d light them and try out the scent. Sure enough, your home was filled with an aroma that smelled something divine, and when the pizza arrived, neither of you bothered to flick the overhead light on and instead dined in the romantic candlelight with a decidedly unromantic dinner.

Doesn’t matter now. Your appetite was satisfied, and with Ike around your grasp, you were at peace. What a beautiful night, and what a beautiful man. He’s got to be an angel on Earth, there’s no way there’s someone this perfectly kind, perfectly witty, perfectly handsome just shows up naturally. And for you, no less, what a gift it is to be held by Ike!

You lift your head off his shoulder to aim for his lips, and when he meets your kiss you’re certain, this is your heaven.

The space in the crook of his neck is the perfect resting place for your head, and you lean back into him as you sway from one foot to another. A hand trails down his arm to meet his fingers and rises with his palm in yours, and just like that you’ve got him in a position perfect for slow dancing. In fact, he’s picked up what you’re trying to do already, and goes along with your lead.

“This is what we’re doing now?” Ike asks the question innocently, like he doesn’t know the answer.

“If you’d have me.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Me neither.” With the next step, you circle around your living room by the candlelight and sweet scent in the air. “I don’t really care for the complex styles of dancing with a partner. I just like doing it.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that.” Ike wasn’t lying about his inexperience. His first steps are unconfident, but he follows your initiative relatively well, and soon enough you move as one, simple but in sync.

The steps are slow, and when the circle is complete Ike lets go of one hand. You unravel yourself in a flourish, and before a moment passes you’re back in his grasp. The light tailwind brushes a lock of his hair to the side, and his seaglass eyes crinkle in quiet delight. “This is nice.”

“I’m surprised it took me this long to goad you into it,” you say. “I wish I played some music before we started, though. I don’t wanna leave, but dancing in silence is tough.”

“Let me remember something.”

Ike’s eyes close, and he squeezes your hand as if a silent plea to keep him safe, to never let him go. You keep a predictable rhythm and hold him closer. You’re leading, after all, and it wouldn’t do if you lost track of him when he trusts you to keep him steady. 

When he returns to you there’s a faraway look in his seaglass, the type of foggy clarity that only comes to him when he has a song in mind. “Blue moon, you saw me standing alone with a dream in my heart, without a love of my own…”

You dance, and Ike sings. His voice meshes well with the rhythm you lead him in. The candlelight casts shadows upon his features as you place your lips along his cheek down his neck. 

“Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for-” You don’t miss how his breath catches when your kiss falls right under his earlobe. “You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for.”

The song pauses as you toy with his sensitive ears. You look up at him with a mix of pouting and pleading. 

“Darling, if you want me to sing, then don’t tease me. That comes later.”

“Party pooper,” you joke. 

But you obey, and weave your arms around his neck in a new embrace, more intimate than the last. Your head rests against his collar, and you catch a hint of his cologne. Coffee and traces of fruit follow you as you feel his heartbeat. 

The song continues. “And then there suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms will hold.”

Ike’s hands reposition. One curls around your waist to keep you stable, while the other cards through your hair. “I heard somebody whisper, ‘please adore me,’ and when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.”

The hand on your head tilts you to meet Ike’s eyes, glistening with tenderness through the green and blue. His gaze goes straight through your heart and into your core, until his long lashes flutter closed and his lips are against yours.

Ike is soft. He always has been, and there’s so much strength in being so soft. His mouth fits against yours perfectly, and every little movement enchants you more and more.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer, tighter, and travels up the small of your back along your spine to your shoulder while keeping your head in place even as you shift to get closer to him. You’re never close enough. But you still have him by the neck, and your nails glide along the nape of his neck as you cling to him. Just like that, his sweet kiss is even more magnetic. 

Your eyes are slow to open once you part, but when they regain their vision Ike is the handsomest man in the world, and everything apart from him blurs away.

“Please don’t let me go,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop. I need you.”

“Älskling,” Ike purrs, and you can’t even pretend to resist anymore. You return another kiss like a second life. You pulse in pure adoration when you meet the other side of his mouth, so warm and inviting. Ike intoxicates you until every last thought is how he plays with your hair, how gorgeous his little noises are, how good it all feels. 

You’ve never felt more loved.

[mirror-to-the-past]

My Personal Top 10 KH Music Ranking That Nobody Asked For, because really, I could talk about music all day. So, here we are! :D

(1-5 are songs that overwrote some part of my brain chemistry. 6-10 are amazing and still give me happy brain syndrome upon listening to.)

1. "Nachtflügel" - KH3

Objectively incredible feat of musical composition that should go down in history- that piano work is ridiculous. I don't even know what to say, really. Went into a trance-like state while listening to this for the first time. If this was able to usurp "Enter the Void" for me, you know this is good. When that beautiful, soaring melody comes in around 0:40, you just wanna cry. When that lower, mournful motion comes in around 2:10 mark, just... godly. It's like flying but with darkened angel wings; don't know how else to describe it- menacing but free. I'm bad with describing how music makes me feel, because it's often just so MUCH. Very dynamic, excellent, showstopping, etc. Can't wait for Shimomura to ascend to musician heaven in a chariot of fire.

2. "Enter the Void" BBS

When I first heard this I was filled with such unparalleled levels of energy that I can't communicate effectively. The rhythm from the drums and horns is something primal that you feel in your soul. Feels so heroic. I am going to war /positive. When the strings hit around a minute in, I feel like I'm flying. Around 1:50 in, when the orchestra comes in after that brief break, I legitimately almost cried from the euphoria, haha.

3. "Forze Dell'Oscurita" - BBS/KH3

That intro is just godlike. Not much more to say. Spiritually froth at the mouth with all the Xehanort-related motifs present here. Both versions are awesome AF, with me maaaybe picking the KH3 version if I had to, purely because of that flute trill at the beginning, and those horns.

4. "Musique pour la tristesse de Xion" - 358/2 Days

Beautiful mixture of Riku and Kairi's theme. When it gets to Kairi's leitmotif, the melody is so dreamy and ethereal- absolutely gorgeous.

5. "The 13th Reflection" - KH2

So hype. That's it. So hype. Grandiose and beautiful both in original forms and remastered version. I go bonkers. It's got that Final Fantasy percussive pattern I love.

6. "Enter the Darkness" - BBS Version

The usage of Ventus', Roxas', and ESPECIALLY how Sora's leitmotifs come into the melody are excellently executed and exhilarating. And don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the addition of the electric guitar in the KH3 version, but the original hits in its own way that the other version didn't. And shout-out to that part of "Unbreakable Chains" with Sora's leitmotif but super jazzy and darker in tone. Love that.

The cutscene where this track first started playing in DDD is forever tattooed in my mind, because the visual and musical transition into the fight was magnificent. It's got Destati, it's got Ansem KH1 fight theme. It's good shit.

7. "L'Eminenza Oscura I" - DDD or KH3 version. Both rock.

"You can try."

*WHOOOSH*

*PIANO LIMIT BREAK*

("You can't protect ANYTHING." Damn Ansem, chill out, Riku's just sixteen. Stop capitalizing on his insecurities.)

8. "Sacred Distance" - DDD

The usage of a mournful, trailed off version of Dearly Beloved's piano is so poignant for this ost, as encountering this track after finding out "Dearly Beloved's" significance to Sora and Riku's connection and seeing Sora's dangerous position in the plot at TWTNW signifies that the broken down parts of Dearly Beloved's melody littered throughout the song is no coincidence. It gives the stark feeling something is wrong/missing. I look like that "Patrick Bateman listening to music with his eyes closed" meme while listening to this track. That violin part...

9. "Treasured Memories" - KH1

In the words of someone who overheard my playlist: "That sounds like something I'd play while depressed to stay depressed." It's been immortalized in my mind since. It also reminds me somewhat of the City Ruins piece from NieR: Automata. Very serene and melancholic.

10. "Lazy Afternoons" - CoM version

I loved this version with the leading harmonica so much I didn't care for the KH2 version nearly as much as a result. Y'know that part of Ratatouille where Ego eats the dish and he gets mentally zapped back to his childhood? That's what this song felt like.

Honorable Mentions:

a. "Forze Del Male" - KH1 Version

It just can't be beat. That opening is on par with FFIX's "The Dark Messenger" in terms of memorable villain organ theme intros, for me.

b. "My Heart's Descent" - DDD

My favorite version of the "Dive into the Heart" melodies. Feels dreamlike (lol, wonder why) and so very Important in a way beyond my petty understanding.

c. "The Eye of Darkness"

Cool combat rendition of "Dive into the Heart."

d. "It Began With a Letter" - KH1

So soft. Feels like home.

e. "Keyblade Cycle" - DDD

GROOVIN'.

[frostbite-the-bat]

Okay mayhaps I have a few more

I wanna run (Webkinz)

2-X All the Times (rhythm doctor)

Dreams of our generation (rhythm heaven, English)

Voiceless (siivagunner (ITS A REAL SONG TRUST ME))

I hope I'm getting the right links for this!

(I Wanna Run)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

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Not a very fun listen, not exactly my type, but it could be the quality doing it. idk. my ears are not enjoying themselves. can see why this was fun to some people, tho!

also made me remember that webkinz songs exist and that someone i used to know said she 'wrote a song' for the haters she had but it turned out to be stay away from me. its tied to kinda some traumatic stuff in my life so i won't discuss it but this part specifically it was funny

anyways these guys want to be dj cadence so badly and theyre failing im sorry webkinz music is NOT IT

(All The Times)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

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yeaaahh kinda a boring listen at first. i dont like slow sad piano music that's one of my main turn off's unless it then turns Hype or is Nostalgic n shit. for this i had to look up the lyrics to.

it gets better later on but id listen to this maybe only if it was the parts without the sad singing and sad piano im sorry not my thing i really dislike sad piano music. (those parts are head boppy tho!!)

very well made tho and i like the mixing. prolly couldve chosen a better rythym doctor to introduce me with the games ost jshshsj i did wanna play it before after all

(Dreams of Our Generation)

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couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

lil headboppy! pretty gentle and fun! not exactly my thing. can stand thru listening to once or twice (i did lsiten to it twice) but not smthn id be replaying. i like the guy just goin YEA!! THATS RIGHT!!

my ears still are kinda like... mehhhghh.h.bhtzntz i couldnt make it thru a second listen - im veeery picky and slow when it goes to new music so when my brain says no it says no - even if i think this is a nice song. still - not exactly my thing!

(Voiceless)

THIS ONE I SIGHED AS I READ IT but also anticipating i'll like this one the most. (hasnt listened to it yet as i'm typing)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

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ohh right off the bat loving the guitar this may be a banger! like that more. aaand now its slow i like that less (if you cant tell i like higher energy stuff. not always tho)

i CANNOT understand this singing but then again im not reading the lyrics. but it is a bit hard to hear over the guitar i think they shouldve made it a bit louder. its nOT quite there but ALMOST with the singing

but yeah. not the biggest hit at first but its something i could get used to. but seriously the singing being so quiet is putting me off its giving me more sensory issues than im already having right now with these headphones

theres some stops where id typically expect a sick ass guitar solo but its NOT THERE and im falling on my KNEES.

in conclusion: IM VERY PICKY AND HARD TO CATER TO WITH MUSIC. ᶠᵘʳʳʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶜᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒˡᵈ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᶜᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ʳᵘᶦⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ AND I PROMISE IM NOT ALWAYS NEGATIVE LOOOL but if i have a comment on my mind i will say it im just gonna be honest. good music but NOT for me, yknow?

[leossmoonn]

no bc think of matt with a partner who plays music and sings omfg

like he has them play/sing for them all the time because his hearing just makes it all the much better and it fascinates him and hes so supportive if you mess up and hes so proud of you and all that jazz

WNWNEIEKE BC I SING AND PLAY PIANO, BOTH ACOUSTIC AND ELECTRIC GUITAR, AND DRUMS SK LIKE SKENENE

The first time he heard you sing he thought it was an angel. He was going to your apartment to pick you up on a date and you didn’t even realize what the time was bc you were busy singing n playing piano and stuff. And so when you see Matt standing with just dropped in your doorway, you’re horrified and so embarrassed.

“Um, sorry. I lost track of time.”

“No, please, it’s okay. You sound beautiful. I never knew you could sing and play piano.”

“Yeah,” you laugh awkwardly.

You two have been dating for 3 months and y’all don’t live together so it’s not like the biggest surprise you didn’t tell him.

“Well, let me just get ready and we can go. I’ll fast, promise.” You get up from you’re piano and scurry to your room, but Matt stops you.

“We can have dinner here,” he states.

“But we made reservations and —”

“Please? I want to hear you play,” he gives you a small smile.

“You sure? I’m not very good,” you say.

“Stop being so modest. From what I heard, you sounded amazing.”

Heat creeps up your neck and youre like “thank you.”

So basically the rest of the night is spent with Matt sitting in your desk chair and listening to you sing and play piano. You also show him your acoustic and electric guitar and play a little bit or rhythm guitar and sing for him on the acoustic, and then you play a few solos from your fav rock songs. And then you also tell him you’re classically trained in piano but you like to do the pop piano stuff too, which is where you play chords and play arpeggios and manipulate the keys and rhythm to where it sounds like the exact song.

And when you tell him you can also play a little bit of drums, he is amazed.

“Oh my god. My girlfriend is so talented! Why didn’t you share this with me sooner?” He asks.

“I’m kind of shy about it. I’m self taught in everything else but piano and voice.”

“Well, you’re very talented and I am so impressed. Your voice is so pretty. So mellow and clear. It’s heaven to my ears.”

UGH AND YOURE SO FLUSTERED RN AND WANNA JUMP OUT THE WINDOW BUT ALSO HUG HIM AND KISS HIM.

Omg he has so many videos of you singing and stuff. Like when he’s working he’ll put in his earbuds and just listen to you and jam out while he’s doing paperwork 😭💞

[dannythedog]

Guitar Cutie - Jake Kiszka x Reader

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED!! Once I'm all caught up, I will reopen requests <3

I stood silently in Jake's music room, eyeing his acoustic. Jake was gone for the afternoon doing something with his brothers, so that left me alone and filled with boredom. I poked my head out of the room and glanced around making sure he hadn't come home without my knowledge. I took a deep breath and approached his guitar rack, carefully picking the acoustic up. Jake was very particular about his guitars. He didn't want anyone touching them and ruining them.

I had started playing guitar a few years ago. I was decent, not anywhere near as good as Jake, but I could hold my own. I had my own guitars, but Jake's were so much nicer. My fingers itched to feel the frets and pluck those beautiful strings. The guitar was cold under my arm and I glanced around nervously again. One song wouldn't hurt, right?

Settling down into a chair, I began playing Blue Spotted Tail by Fleet Foxes. This song was one of my favorites to relax to after a long day. I closed my eyes and hummed some of the lyrics, letting the music take over. Jake's guitar felt so nice under my fingertips. Cool, rough strings grazed my callouses, gorgeous intonation floating through the air. This felt almost like heaven.

"What the hell?" I jumped, nearly losing the guitar from my grasp and whipped around to see Jake standing in the doorway. "Be careful! You're going to ruin it!"

He walked briskly, grabbing the guitar from me and clutching it to his chest. My face was set ablaze and I cast my eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry, Jake. I promise I was taking care of it." I was so embarrassed that I had been caught. His silence made me feel worse, so I rose from the chair assuming he wanted to be alone to inspect his prized possessions.

The feeling of smooth wood on my lap stopped me in my tracks. I looked up to him, watching him extend his guitar with a light smile on his face. I glanced at the instrument, not daring to touch it again.

"Well, take it," he urged, nudging me with it again. "Play something."

"I can just go get my guitar, Jake. I'm sorry for messing with your stuff." He pushed on my shoulders to get me to sit again before shoving the acoustic into my lap. Jake pulled up another chair and reached for his spare guitar, eyeing me a little as he messed with the tuning.

"What are we playing?"

"Maybe we could just riff a little bit? Just mess around?"

He nodded and gestured for me to start. I timidly began strumming, afraid I'd mess everything up somehow. "It's just a guitar, you know. I'm sorry for being so weird about it. I can always fix it if something happens. I'd rather see you have fun than be all worried."

I smiled a little and watched his fingers dance across the strings. With more confidence I started playing again, listening to what chords Jake chose and deciding what rhythms sounded best. Giant smiles broke out on our faces as we worked together. We didn't play together often, so this was a special moment.

"You look good with my guitar, babe," he smirked. "I should've let you play it sooner."

My head shook and I rolled my eyes, carefully returning it to it's spot on the rack.

"You're pretty good, too. Do you ever wanna help me write some day?" he asked as he pulled me into his lap.

I started combing my fingers through his tangled hair and placed a kiss to his forehead. "Really? You'd want me to do that?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Danny's a lot of help, but he needs to focus on drums sometimes."

I nodded in agreement, squeezing his strong shoulder some. The gears in my brain started turning as I imagined a day writing songs with Jake. A little melody floated through my brain and I knew I was going to write him the perfect love song.

[dustedmagazine]

Iggy and the Stooges — You Think You’re Bad, Man? The Road Tapes ’73-’74 (Cherry Red)

CherryRedRecords · Gimme Danger - Iggy and the Stooges - Metallic KO (The Final Show) (Live In Detroit, 1974)

This new five-CD-clamshell collection of live music by the Stooges documents the band’s mad run toward self-destruction, through the autumn of 1973 to the winter of 1974. It was a winter of discontent: gas lines, Nixon holed up behind his Oval Office stonewall, Vietnamization horrifically piling up more ARVN and NVA corpses as American foreign policy lurched toward the exits. The dissipation, rage and derangement exhibited by the last Stooges line-up of the 1970s (Iggy, the Asheton brothers and James Williamson, with Scott Thurston along for the ride, playing barrelhouse piano) constituted a sort of proxy for a national psycho-social breakdown. Even before the tour started, Iggy was in bad shape, beaten up by months of hard partying and generally unhinged behavior in L.A., subsidized by his contractual relationship with David Bowie’s MainMan label. Following the commercial disaster of Raw Power, the band headed out on the road, in an attempt to salvage a rock-n-roll living. You Think You’re Bad, Man? captures some of those shows, and the band’s inexorable decline.

We should be clear: The recordings are of the general quality of a 1970s audience tape, captured by a well-positioned concert-goer. That means mid-1970s amateur tech, and “well-positioned” still places the device in a particular room, closer to or farther from various amplifier stacks. So on the 16 September 1973 show at the Whiskey, Iggy’s vocals are strongly audible and Ron Asheton’s bass thrum is athletically heavy; but the drums are a sequence of hollow pops, and the guitar inexpertly surfs the cacophony, occasionally rising for air, more often wiped out and washed out. The November 1973 show at the Latin Casino (often identified as located in Baltimore, but it was in fact a suburban New Jersey venue, in Cherry Hill, heaven help us) has an even more submerged quality, with the bass and guitar producing a sort of textured flow. Thurston’s heroic work on the piano is fairly audible, which is nice, but not what one went to a Stooges show for. In the New Year’s Eve set, at New York’s Academy of Music, Iggy’s vocals are sometimes pretty clear, sometimes distant and echoing (maybe he forgets to sing into the mic). Williamson’s guitar solos cut through the smeared miasma, but Scott Asheton’s drums are barely there. If you’re looking for the kind of clarity delivered by another archival Stooges recording released this year — Live at Goose Lake: August 8th, 1970 — you’ll be sorely disappointed. It’s also the case that some of these shows have circulated widely in bootleg and semi-legit forms: see Bomp! Records’ Double Danger and Skydog Records’ Metallic K.O. 

So, what’s in it for the listener? The 10 June 1973 show at Detroit’s Michigan Palace is the class of the bunch. All of the instruments are more or less audible as specific sources of music. The set features a strong version of “Gimme Danger,” a mainstay of these shows; Iggy’s rap in the song’s second half is typical of the period, but he sounds more desperate, for adulation, connection, sex, something. Williamson’s solo is blisteringly passionate and also pretty coherent. The set’s versions of “Head On” and “Search and Destroy” are ragged, but the band finds its groove again on “Heavy Liquid,” which they stretch out to twice its usual length, executing a fairly effective version of the metallic blues antics their old buddies in the MC5 used to get up to. 

For a more whacko iteration of the Stooges’ live chaos, it’s hard to beat the latter half of the show at the Whiskey. They work out on “She Creatures of the Hollywood Hills” for nearly ten minutes, beginning with a coked-up go-go riff that flashes dayglo weirdness even through the tape’s crappy warbling. Around the song’s midpoint, the Ashetons’ rhythm playing decouples from Williamson, and the song totters around for a bit. Iggy cuts in with some seemingly extemporized scat (as in scatological) poetry: “Wanna blow it all away / Buttfuckers makin’ me pay / […] Dirty minds and dirty tricks / Gonna try’n sell my dick.” It ain’t Keats, or even Corso, but it sounds like a passably accurate accounting of Iggy’s L.A. sojourn. The band finds the riff again, and Williamson makes his guitar scream, silvery feedback keening as the song around it collapses into a swirl of noise. The even longer, weirdly wired version of “Open Up and Bleed” shuffles, staggers and irregularly explodes into full-throated, thunderous salvos. It sounds dangerous, the Stooges in their druggy, bedraggled and somehow still ecstatic mode. 

Of the infamous Metallic K.O. show (9 February 1974 in Detroit), the less said, the better. It’s sad that Iggy’s vocals are so clear and strong on a night on which he’s so completely full of shit. Canvassing the increasingly hostile Motown audience for requests, he asks, “How about ‘Where Did Our Love Go?’” Then he squeaks out, “Baby, baby, where did my cock go?” That about sums it up. The band is sluggish. Iggy’s a miserably nasty mess. All the impending disaster of the six months of shows comes crashing down on the Stooges, alongside an audible fusillade of beer bottles. They try “Gimme Danger,” but they just end up hocking half-assed, strung-out bravado. And then they play “Louie Louie.” 

Iggy would be back, resurrected in Bowie’s Berlin. But the feral force of the Stooges, which occasionally manages to assert itself during these shows, would never be recaptured. “Search and Destroy” would eventually show up in Nike commercials, celebrating the athletic spectacle of the Atlanta Olympics. The band’s scorched-earth song of Nam’s senseless violence repackaged as patriotic pathos? That’s perverted history, lost in the fun house. As a sort of corrective measure, we have this document, and that speaks to its cultural value. You Think You’re Bad, Man? situates the sound of Stooges in its native territory: in Nixon’s America, following its death trip to the bitter end. 

Jonathan Shaw

[yunkiwii]

》 HEADCANON 《

STRAY KIDS at concerts i've been to | hyung line

↬ maknae line coming up

pairing: non-idols!ot8 x gn!reader

genre: let's say.. fun fluff?

warnings: mosh pit (mentioned once)

wc: 833

a/n: this was all based on concerts i've actually been to, consider the members being the age they were at the year of said concert

situation: reader really wants to go to the concert of their favourite band/artist, but since they don't have anyone to go with they end up convincing their boyfriend, even though he doesn't really know much about the said artist(s), to go with them.

↬ bang chan | nick murphy fka chet faker, 2019

you spent the whole concert seated down, right in the middle back of the small arena

chan kept his hand on your thigh for the most part of the concert, occasionally tapping his fingers to the beat of the song

found it cute how you were so involved, knowing all the lyrics, but keeping quiet from time to time to just listen and appreciate the music

at some point he takes his hand off your thigh and pulls you in closer into a hug, your head resting against his shoulder

kisses your forehead when you intertwine your fingers with his while singing to i'm into you

"i can barely hold my tongue, to say the least i'm into you"

wouldn't stop singing talk is cheap for the next few weeks,

since it became his favourite song at the first second of it, when you stood up with sparkling eyes pulling him up with you to dance to the rhythm

"i never felt this relaxed after a concert" he confesses to you on your way home

↬ lee minho | arctic monkeys, 2018

tries to pull you out of the mosh pit

fails terribly and ends up there with you during brianstorm, constantly grabbing you so you don't end up on the floor

gets jealous over the way you look at alex turner

"i can't believe you're drooling over a guy twice your age combing his hair, i'm right here!"

laughs at you for singing (yelling) to 505 even before the song had began

you assigned him to film your favourite songs (*ahem* all of them) while you just go wild

he takes this as an opportunity to embarrass you on his instagram stories, filming you crying when cornerstone starts playing, hands on your head screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs

gets happy when do i wanna know comes on because it's the only song he knows the lyrics to

sings along with you

makes fun of you and your raspy voice is in the end

despite all the mocking, the next day you see a photo of yourself - taken during the said concert without your knowledge - in his instagram feed with the caption "they're made of outerspace" (from the song arabella for those who might not know)

↬ seo changbin | twenty one pilots, 2019

i just know his outfit would be on point 👌

would react to everything like a little kid at a candy shop

"wait wow is that a car on fire?"

"wait wait wait, wasn't that guy on the stage just now?? what? WHAT? where did he come from?"

to the outsiders it would seem like he was the fan and not you

gets surprised at how you know every single lyric

"wait, you even know the rap parts?!?"

would then kiss your cheek, "gosh i love you even more now!"

again, like a little kid in a candy shop, jumping up and down and going as crazy (if not crazier) as you when stressed out begins

"I KNOW THIS ONE BABE!"

"they're so cool!!"

he's the one ruining the silence game (the boy is just too loud all the time)

won't ever shut up about how great their songs are and how it was the best concert he has ever been to

"thank you" kiss "thank you" kiss "thank you so so so much for taking me" and more kisses

↬ hwang hyunjin | lana del rey, 2019

would definetly buy both of you flower crowns, even though you said you didn't want one

"but everyone has one!!"

"we're not everyone, jinnie.."

he ends up convincing you by putting a pink one on him matching his blonde hair perfectly, and you just couldn't resist how ethereal he looked with it

catches up on the lyrics fast and ends up serenating you during video games

"it's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything i do. i'll tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you"

makes you shed a tear with how sweet his voice sounds against your ear, contrasting the loud screams from the other fans

becomes a little (tall) kid when the huge beach balls are released to the crowd and he catches one, throwing it as far away as possible

gets cocky when you admit - in the heat of the moment - that you associate blue jeans with him

"are you comparing me to james dean? babe, i'm flattered"

"i take it back", you ignore him and keep vibing to the songs, closing your eyes from time to time

he loves how invested you are and joins you, also moving his body around next to you

places one hand on your back when he notices people getting closer to you due the lack of space to move around, pulling you closer to him

nets: @k-library @ficscafe @k-dinernet

taglist: @dreamwrld @su-lix @bobateastay

⇢ let me know if you want to be added to the taglist ♡

[rollie101]

Room Music In

Megumi Fushiguro X Fem! Reader

Contain : Light NSFW

Playlist

Note : English is not my Native Language so you might found so much grammatical error and bad written.

You were walk in to the bedroom dominating by dark blue painted all over the wall with warm light brighten the room,the room was small but it's neat for a juvenile like Megumi who has ragged hair.

"Make yourself enjoy." He said followed you shutting the door behind.

You nodded, dropped your bag storing near the chair on the corner of the room, you walk towards Megumi while he's busy changing his uniform to the one comfortable t-shirt he own.

"why," he ask when he realized you been watching him changing.

"ahh, you hungry, do you? I'm not seeing you in the cafeteria this lunch, let me grab it for you," he continues.

You harshly exhale, you do starving moreover the meal is serve right in front of you, "yeah kinda, just don't bother yourself i can take it myself,"

He nods, picking up the book from his bag lie down to his bad enjoying his reading like you never been there, he done that much time anyways.

You sat next to Megumi lean your head to his shoulder watching what he's reading but it doesn't take long for you feeling your eyes heavy, sleepy and exhausted.

You aim to get off the bed if Megumi weren't pulling you back causing you collapse to his top.

"That's hurt you idiots," you sigh his chin bumping on your head.

Again you Manage yourself to get up, but Megumi locked you on his embrace giving you his smirks with his teeth off.

"quite, listen there you heard that," he commented placing his index finger to your lips.

You were silence for moments found there's nothing except Megumi face staring at you.

"fuck off you just played me," you budge so that you could push him loosen his burden.

You take out you phone from your placket scrolling through your Spotify playlist start shuffling to whatever song you find good.

"can i borrow your speaker?" You ask.

Megumi glazed his eyes pointing to a spots near the window there the speakers are- a small one colored with black- you quick connecting the sound from your phone to the speaker that make the sounds quite loud.

moving your body with the rhythm while Alex Turner and his band jamming over, closing your eyes let the lyrics driving you crazy.

"I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be And satisfaction feels like a distant memory And I can't help myself All I wanna ever say is..." Copying how guitars would be.

You jumping a little still on your guitarist style, shock your head so your hair lifting the place and went dancing on the air. While Megumi doesn't seem giving his fuck at all.

Feel your body already heat up you went over Megumi grasp his hand pull him over so he could jam with you.

"come, I'm bagging you,"

He shock his head rejecting you, keep on his book by that you snatch his book throwing it to the side of his bad pull him over you, willy-nilly he rise up.

"Just wanna hear you say, You got me baby Are you mine..."

You wrapped you hands around his neck swing you hips side to side still jumping in.

While Megumi just stood there rolling his eyes placing his hands on your wrest stopping you in case you fall.

"you gonna twitch your neck, you know that," he commenting on your movement.

You snort for him, opening your eyes where yours meet him the music stop soon switch over to the more soft and sexiest with your lucky position you taste Megumi who still on his flat face.

Bitting your lower lip removing the distance that keep you with Megumi, he doesn't look surprise relieving you cup his cheeks your fingertips moving comb his jawlines until you reach his back shove on.

You crush your lips to his, while Megumi only letting you play with his lips nothing more, you cave in done toying with him open your eyes wide seeing him as cold as ice.

When a few seconds later he eats you up squash you lips roughly push his tongue for you to give him access exploring your mouth while he's body leads you to bad.

He starts unbutton your uniform leaving your body with red bra, parting you skirt up while his finger go along the edge of your cunt he so soft with that which makes your body up to heaven.

His tongue out from your mouth shading along your Jawbone lick your ear, lowered mumbling there, "You didn't ask my permission, dear."

You hearts drop as he whisper in your ear, bow your head while he giggles hands toying outside your hole down there.

"so do i," he Said.

"Megumi" you moan without warning his fingers suck to your pussy, in and out as the music still on the bridge.

That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few

Cause I always do

Maybe I'm too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

Crawling back to you...

[casnextdoor]

PAPER HEART

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a/n; i wrote this solely because i have fallen in love with jk’s cover of tori kelly’s paper hearts . i bawled my eyes out to it while reading ‘under the sky in room 553 i discovered you and i’ it was VERY ANGSTY and i was sad . 10/10 def recommend. anywho enjoy

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The lights around the stage were bright, blinding. The fans were loud, a consistent chant of Jungkook’s stage name the only thing being heard in the stadium. Even after two months of seeing and hearing this night after night, he still couldn’t believe this was all for him. It was always at the end of his set, when he’d sit on the wooden stool in the dead centre of the stage, that he’d hear your voice. He’d hear you telling him he deserved this and more. You were supposed to be here.

He waited for the stadium to quiet, and just like every night prior, the fans' loud roar turned into ambient muttering. So with a heavy heart, he deposited a guitar pick from his pocket and started experimentally picking and strumming at the acoustic guitar that sat comfortably on his thighs. He knew the cords like the back of his hand -- having played it for you more times than he could count -- so he found his rhythm with ease.

It felt like just yesterday when you’d sat with him in his studio, helping him create the song that would break his heart every time he played it.

Your smile. That's what really caught his attention that day. Everyday since the two of you had met, he’d picked another physical feature of yours to obsess over every time he’d see you. Your perfect set of pearly whites with a little bit of an overbite had his heart beating recklessly against his ribcage today. The septum piercing hanging right above your cupid's-bow fell over your lips when they’d pulled up into that signature grin of yours. He’d die happy if it were the last thing he’d ever seen, he’d decided.

You’re guitar -- the black one he’d gifted you sophomore year as an early birthday gift -- hung loosely over your shoulder in its case. It made him smile that you’d kept after so long -- that you’d kept him around for so long.

“Okay, Noona. Why are we here?” Jungkook wouldn’t lie, he had never gotten dressed as quickly as he had when he’d received a text from you telling him to meet you at his studio. He almost ran out of the dorms with no shoes on -- he hadn’t seen you in weeks.

“Remember when you told me you couldn’t write? When you said you couldn’t find lyrics to go to the guitar piece you composed?” You’d excitedly plopped down on the black leather couch on the other side of his studio; you’d picked that couch.

Jungkook hummed, eyeing you skeptically. He didn’t know where this was going. Looking back now, he should’ve had a clue; this was such a you thing to do, after all. But at the time, he had no idea where this conversation or impromptu meet up was headed.

“Well, fret no longer, my friend. I spent all night writing you lyrics.” Your smile was so big and your hands were a bit fidget-y as you unzipped your guitar case; a tell-tale sign that you had been drinking coffee again. It was painfully endearing that you’d stayed up all night just writing him lyrics. And he found it absolutely adorable that instead of waiting until the morning to call him, you’d texted him at two in the morning, demanding that he meet you. He had to purse his lips to refrain from smiling too hard.

“You do realize it's almost three in the morning, right, Flower?” Jungkook’s amused chuckle caused an embarrassing amount of heat to course through your body. You nodded sheepishly, hands gripping nervously at the neck of your guitar. You’d pray he couldn’t see how nervous you were so you instead pulled your lips up into a scowl and huffed out an annoyed breath.

“Do you wanna hear ‘em or not?” There was no real edge to your voice, and Jungkook knew you’d just been looking for a way to channel your nerves into something less embarrassing than a nervous chuckle.

He nodded, leaning back into his rolling office chair and had he always been so big? His gaze never left you and you could almost feel the weight of his eyes on you. You’d avert your gaze away from him and down toward the strings of your guitar, in fear that if you look at him, he’d hear the loud love confessions your brain was screaming at him. You grumbled at him to record a voice memo -- you were not going to give him your lyric book.

You’d picked and strummed at the guitar until you’d found and stayed with the melody you were looking for. You played the sequence for a bit longer just to make sure you wouldn’t mess up. You figured you were ready after about thirty seconds of just blue music. So you cleared your voice and started singing.

Remember the way you made me feel, such young love but,

Jungkook realized that no matter what you’d written, he would’ve loved it anyway -- it was you, after all.

Something in me knew that it was real. Frozen in my head.

Pictures I’m living through for now

Trying to remember all the good times

He could listen to you for hours. There was something so serene, he thought, about listening to the love of your life sing a song they’d written just for you.

Our life was cutting through so loud. Memories are playing in my dull mind.

Has his gaze always been this heavy? Has your heart always beat this fast for him? Have you always wanted someone to love you back this much? No, you supposed you hadn’t. But there’s a first for everything.

I hate this part, paper hearts. And I’ll hold a piece of yours.

Don’t think I would just forget about it.

Hoping that you won’t forget about it.

That was four years ago. Four years ago. He remembered staring at you while you sang the entire song. He remembered just watching you in silence for five minutes. He remembered the way you bit down at your lip and avoided his gaze like the black plague. He remembered leaning forward and pulling your lip from under your teeth. He remembered the way he brushed his nose against yours and telling you -- his flower -- how much he loved it, the song. He remembered kissing you and taking you right there in the studio. He remembered just how gorgeous you were in such a euphoric state. He remembered he told you he loved you more times than he could count that night.

And he remembered the chaos that ensued after, leading you to giving him full custody and access to the song and moving out of the city. Just to get away from him.

He hadn’t sung the song or even recorded it since. He listened to the voice memo with the song and your beautiful euphoric sounds on it every night for two months. He’d cried to that memo. He’d gotten off to that memo. And soon he had to move it to the archives; he wouldn’t allow himself to break anymore.

A part of moving on is making amends. He was in your town because of touring. And before he knew what he was doing, he was adding the song to the performance sequence and shooting you a text.

I’m in your city. For a tour of course. And I’m singing paper hearts for the first time tonight. And I want you to sing it with me. If your email is the same I’ll send you a guest pass. You don’t have to come, but… I would love it if you did :)

You’d left him on delivered. You hadn’t even opened the message. He sent the pass anyway, hoping to the heavens that you would receive it.

He strummed at the guitar strings, trying to keep his eyes from scanning the crowd for you. But when he started singing he couldn’t help but look for those gorgeous eyes and that bright smile he hadn’t seen in four years.

Everything is gray under these skies, wet mascara

Hiding every cloud under a smile, when there’s cameras

And I just can’t reach out to tell you

That I always wonder what you’re up to

That isn’t my voice, he thought, eyebrows creasing in confusion as he looked toward the stage manager who was normally off on the right wing.

And there you were. You were still as beautiful as he remembered. Just as breathtaking as he remembered.

You walked toward him, steps slow and calculated as you stopped just behind him, placing a soft hand onto his shoulder and pressing your front to his back.

Your hand slid down his chest as you used his physical form to ground you and keep you level headed; he was just as good looking as he was all those years ago and you couldn’t help but replay that night in the studio as you reached the next verse.

Pictures I’m living through for now, Trying to remember all the good times

Our life was cutting through, Memories are playing in my dull mind

I hate this part, paper hearts. And I’ll hold a piece of yours

Don’t think I would just forget about it. Hoping that you won’t forget about it.

Jungkook stopped singing completely -- he loved it when you sang this part.

I live through pictures as if I was right there by your side

But you’ll be good without me and if I could just give you some time I’ll be alright.

And then there was nothing. No screaming fans, no guitar, no singing. It was just you. And him. In the middle of this big sea called the universe. Because you’d come back to him. You’d found your way back to him and he decided right then he wouldn’t let you go.

So with the hand that was just gripping the neck of the guitar, he was lightly gripping the back of your neck, pulling you down firmly. He brushed his nose against yours before whispering:

“It's beautiful, Flower. Where’d you learn to sing like that?” You laughed at that.

“I learned from the best, Kookie.” And then his lips were on yours and the entire world really disappeared.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

*vibrates* kljsdfkljsdklfuesdioruwesifkujkhfdsjhfjsdkhfskjlhdfdsf-

fun fact: rhythm heaven is v good. and v gay. it's a lot of things-

[kaebedom-me]

Christmas morning cuddles with Cheya and reader? They all agree to sleep in for once

YeS!!!! I hope i can do this justice. First ever Christmas-y thing i do 🥺

There's going to be some form of like music playing because it's just soft hours ok

Childe is absolutely delighted!! Sure, he loves waking up early to cook for the two of you but being able to just do nothing and watch you two sleep? His heart full

Childe always wakes up first, he's a little bit of a morning person but not v overwhelming. He's also so used to waking up so early?

He gently gives you and Kaeya a kiss on the forehead while you two sleep

He watches for awhile but he'd fall back asleep again for a little bit

Wakes up again to close the curtains though, don't want you two to wake up to the sun shining in your eyes

Makes tea!!!! Maybe peppermint tea because it smells nice and it's kinda Christmas-y

Kaeya wakes up next and just pulls you closer to in while Childe brings the tea in

Childe like pouting because hey that's not fair, i wanna snuggle too

Kaeya just rolls his eyes and uses his eyes to like ask him to come back to bed

When Childe does he immediately is pulled in closer too

Kaeya doesn't talk much in the mornings, he just not want to brain so much ya know so he just nods and hums a little as Childe talks about what kind of traditional Snezhnayan Christmas food he wants to prepare for dinner

You waking up to their warmth, the smell of tea and them talking quietly in their morning voices??? I- that's heaven right there

They greet you by kissing the top of your head and a gentle squeeze and they'll go back to talking about whatever

They also think you're adorable with your messy hair and still very sleepy face

They'd ask you what you'd like to do today and if you'd like to start the day by opening the presents they got you

You say you just wanna snuggle longer and Childe just laugh giving you another kiss

Kaeya snuggles closer to you, thinking about getting a little more sleep umu

If there isn't much to say then you three just existing together in bed is nice

Childe would sing softly to the music but in Snezhnayan too

I think they'd really like it if you're touching them like petting them to the beat or rhythm of the music or doing anything soothing

If you want to talk Childe would love to talk with you HAHAH but Kaeya just listens and hums

If you don't want to talk but want to like listen Childe's also happy to tell you about Snezhnayan culture and what y'all could do!

You can ask him about what his family traditions are and he'll go off HAHAHA its really cute seeing him excited

Kaeya's also v cute because him just listening while you pet like his hair.. He's also falling in and out of sleep? He takes sleeping in very seriously

Be warned tho because if you stop he will wake up confused with scrunched eyebrows kinda glaring at you like "where is my affection excuse me"

Just take turns with Childe

Eventually you guys have to leave the bed because Childe gets too excited about showing you what he got you

(Kaeya wrapping himself in the blanket and following because he still craves Warmth™)

You getting a little hyped also because his smiles are so contagious

You hope he'll be this happy when he's opening your present and that Kaeya would look as happy when it's his turn uwu

[jobean12-blog]

Just like Heaven

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,641

Summary: Bucky beard is a beautiful distratction when he catches you rockin’ out to 80s music. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the amazing prompt sent in below (that was literally written for me because BEARD!) and Music Era Monday! I was listening to my 80s playlist the whole time I wrote this and I still can’t stop smiling. I hope you enjoy this and it makes you smile! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy fun, lots of singing, awesome 80s music, A TRUE LOVE FOR BUCKY’S BEARD! 😁

Bucky stands at your door, knocking for a second time. He can hear your very loud music and knows you most likely can’t hear him knocking.  Your singing rings out over the music and he chuckles, giving the door one more hard knock before opening it up.  

“She drives me crazy; I can’t help myself…” Your body moves in rhythm to the music, your hand grasping an incredibly old wooden spoon as you belt out the lyrics. Your ponytail is swinging back and forth while your head bops and your socked feet slide across the floor. “I can’t get any rest; people say I’m obsessed.” You haven’t looked up in who knows how long, shaking your hips as you move across the kitchen.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” You let out a shrill scream when your back hits something hard, spinning so fast you whip Bucky with your hair and throw the spoon in his face. His very hairy face. “Oh Bucky! HOLY CRAP! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear or see you and then you were just there.” You’re yelling over the music, eyes wide.

Your focus moves back to very fluffy looking beard he has going on and you find your thoughts wandering. “Can we lower the music, doll?” Your eyes shoot back to his, your forehead creasing in confusion. “What?” Bucky just smiles and walks around you, hitting the power button on your speakers.

“I said. Can we lower the music?” he laughs. “Oh, yea, of course, thanks for shutting it, I couldn’t hear a damn thing.” Giving you a very “duh” look he holds up your wooden spoon. “Great mic! I think it might be older than me.” You stalk over and take it from his hand, “oh shut up. You mean you never sang into a spoon when you were little?”

Bucky watches your eyes flick back down to his beard. “Something on my face, doll?” Your cheeks warm and you pretend to fix your socks. “No, no. Um, anyway. Did you need me?” Bucky looks like he wants to say more but instead asks, “what were you listening to? It’s really fun!” Your whole face brightens as you grab your phone and show him your 80s playlist. “It’s all music from the 1980s and it is really fun! I’m glad you like it!”

He scrolls through your phone, stopping at ‘Take on Me.’ “There is a band with the name ‘A-ha’?” he questions, making a funny face at your phone. You take the moment to study his face again, his dark beard covering most of his cheeks, your fingers itching to touch it. “I wanna hear this one,” he says, pressing play and handing you back your phone.

Your eyes flick to his beard one last time before the synthesized piano kicks in.  Bucky smiles, tapping his foot to the music. You start singing, once again dancing around your room. Bucky takes your hand and twirls you. “Woooooo! Today's another day to find you shying away, I'll be coming for your love, okay?” You sing into your spoon much to Bucky’s amusement and delight.

He pulls you into his chest, circling one arm around your waist while his metal hand holds yours. “Oh my gosh, Buck, this is like the waltz. Not at all for the 80’s!” You laugh and throw your arms around his neck. “What am I supposed to do then, huh? You show me,” he asks before picking you up and spinning around. Your laughter rises over the music as you cling to him. “Not this either but it’s so fun!”

When he finally puts you down the next song has started, and you start to jump in happiness but quickly stumble from dizziness. “Woah, doll.” Bucky catches you in his arms, “sorry. Too many spins, huh?” You giggle and right yourself, your face now awfully close to his. Your hand inches up his chest and just as you’re about to stroke his beard you hear Steve’s voice over the AI.

“Bucky, what the hell. We were supposed to go for a run 20 minutes ago!” Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh. “All we do is run!” You laugh and go to lower the music again. “Did you need something?” Bucky’s phone buzzes and he picks it up, shouting into it, “I’m coming Steve, one sec!” He abruptly hangs up and smiles, “yeah actually. Do you have headphones I can borrow? I hate running without music and I can’t find mine anywhere.”

“Sure! I can send you my 80s playlist too, if you want, so you can give it a listen on your run?” He steals the spoon from your hand, saying, “only if I can bring this to sing.” Rolling your eyes you take his phone, setting up the playlist and handing him the headphones.

“All set! Enjoy your run. And gimme back my mic!” Holding out your hand you wait until he gives it back, running over and turning the volume back up. “Won’t you come see about me, I’ll be alone dancing, you know it baby” You give him a wave as he walks to the door, smiling the whole time. “See you later, doll.” Flipping your hair around you sing to him, “don’t you forget about me.”

With one final laugh he shuts the door and you put down your spoon. Leaning against the counter you take a long drink of water, your thoughts drifting back to how good he looks with the beard. “Shit,” you mutter, just as “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” starts to play.

Later that night you head to the common room, excited to find it empty. You plug in your phone, scrolling through your 80s playlist. You’ve been listening to it all day, loving it even more now that you shared it with Bucky. You decide on ‘Invisible Touch’ by Genesis and head to the kitchen. Since you don’t have your wooden spoon handy you grab one of Tony’s fancy spatulas, one you’re sure he’s never actually used before.

“And now it seems I’m falling, falling for her. She seems to have an invisible touch.” You whip around like Allison in The Breakfast Club, throwing your hands up. Wiggling over to the fridge you start pulling out the necessities for a sandwich. “Hey, wanna make me one while you’re at it?” You feel his presence more than hear his question, whipping around to find Bucky standing at the island.

Dancing over you lean into him, “did you say something?” He takes your phone and lowers the volume, smirking when he sees your playlist. “Invisible Touch, huh? I really like that one. The lyrics to these songs are great. I’ve been listening to your playlist nonstop today!” You squeal in happiness! “That’s awesome Bucky. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. And what did you say before?”

“Oh yea, do you mind making me a sandwich since you’re making one?” Picking up your spatula mic you dance back to the counter. “Not at all. Ham, cheese and mayo, right?” He gives you a thumbs up, turning the volume louder. ‘Hungry like the Wolf’ comes on and you give a loud whoop. “I LOVE THIS ONE!”

“Dark in the city, night is a wire,” you sing into your spatula. Bucky grabs a whisk and starts singing along, “woman, you want me, give me a sign. And catch my breathing even closer behind.” You can’t stop smiling as you sing together, the music moving through your body like the very blood in your veins.

When the song ends you finish up the sandwiches, placing Bucky’s down in front of him. “Let’s eat!” He grabs the sandwich and holds it up to his mouth but not before saying, “good, because I’m hungry like the wolf.” You almost spit out your bite at his corny line, grabbing your water to take a drink. “Wow, I’ve converted you in one day! Awesome!”

You eat while listening to Heart’s ‘These Dreams.’ You notice Bucky has some mayo on his beard. Reaching over the island you brush your thumb over the soft hair, your mouth parting at the contact. “There’s still more.” His tongue darts out to lick it off but he doesn’t get it all. “Gone?” he asks, his voice suddenly much deeper.

Shaking your head, you swipe your thumb over the spot once more, this time getting it all. You close your mouth to stop the moan that almost escapes and your thighs clench together as your mind once again races with thoughts of how good his beard would feel on your body. “Doll?” His voice pulls you from your thoughts and you sit down with a plop. ‘Crazy for You,’ comes on and Bucky’s eyes sparkle.

He rounds the island and gently picks you up off the stool, taking you in his arms and holding you close. “It’s all brand new, I’m crazy for you.” You laugh, loving that he already knows some of the lyrics. “So, am I crazy or are you a big fan of the beard?” You suck in a breath, surprised and a little embarrassed that he picked up on your (all too obvious) weakness over his facial hair.

“Soon we two are standing still in time. If you read my mind, you'll see, I’m crazy for you.” You sing the words quietly, hoping your meaning gets across. Bucky gets the message. His lips meet yours, softly at first and the light brush of his beard over your soft skin makes you moan into his mouth. ‘I'm crazy for you. Touch me once and you'll know it's true, I never wanted anyone like this. It's all brand new. You'll feel it in my…’ The lyrics fade away just as Bucky’s hand cradles the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to deepen the kiss and it feels just like heaven.

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[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

The Leppard Albums: A Summary

(inspired by Every Beatles Album)

Happy Saturday night everyone

The Def Leppard EP

Joe is 19 and just wants to ride a motorcycle okay

Groupie fantasy

Zeppelin lyrics meet Rush with an underappreciated bass line

On Though the Night

IT'S!!! ROCK!!! N ROLL!!! BABEY!!!

Joe is 20 and just really doesn't wanna work in a factory anymore okay

pls D; girl D; stop D; hiding D; your D; pain!!

another... groupie fantasy... I think? ...???

Leppard in Space

Joe is 20 and just wants to write something edgy okay leave him alone

STEVE 👏👏👏 FUCKING 👏👏👏 CLARK!!!! 👏👏🔥👏🔥👏👌👌

the original groupie fantasy but it's been re-recorded

girl?? make up?? your mind???

let's be mysteriously edgy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zeppelin lyrics meets Rush but it's been re-recorded (but don't worry they still kept the underappreciated bass line)

High N Dry

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it

we have Mutt Lange now and this is the song that proves it

drONK TIEM

betcha didn't think we could write a ballad, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

STÊVË!!!!! 👏👏👏👏 FÜCKÎÑ!!!!!! 👏👏👏👏👏 C L Ã R K!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥👏👌👌🤙👏👌🔥👌🎉🎉

underappreciated and that's all there is to it

noooo don't go you're too mysterious and sexy hahhaha

oh god Dx oh god no Dx we don't sound like this anymore we swear Dx

betcha thought we stopped writing Beowulf-esque pop songs didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

🚫🚫⛔👎🚫🙅‍♂️👎🚫⛔🙅‍♂️⛔ *Joe tearing his throat up for 2 solid minutes*

Pyromania

IT'S ROCK!!!!!! N ROLL!!!! BABEY!!!!!!!1!!!!1!!1!! AGAIN!!!!! 😆😆😆

the Classic Rock Fandom™ in a nutshell 😓

INTRODUCING PHIL 👌👌👌 FUCKING👏👏 COLLEN 🔥🔥🔥

betcha thought we abandoned the idea of doing a ballad didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Joe's back at it again with the edgy songs and is getting a lot better at it too

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ∆ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gunter 🙃 Glieben 🙃 Glauchen 🙃 Globen

the most underappreciated song on this whole entire fucking list sorry I don't make the rules

Alright, WHO in this band wants to be in a porno >:C

Joe's back at it yet again with the edgy songs but it's even BETTER this time

Hysteria

Girls Girls Girls ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS ANAKIN

🎸we!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!!! and african drum rhythms!!!!!!!!!🥁

we're not furries we swear we're just kinky D: also fuck you DJs here's some false endings

we haven't made a ballad that HURTS yet so here we go (with an underappreciated bass line)

the song that invented "( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" (AKA when you cram for a test the minute before and end up getting 100%)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)😏( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

S T E V E 😭👏👏 F U C K I N 😭😭😭 C L A R K 👏👏👏😭👏😭

nooo don't shoot me you're too kinky hahaha

a song about rioting and being #punk, but the only crime the man singing it has ever committed was getting a speeding ticket when he was 19/20

oh. oh shit. oh god. holy shi- I can't believe... ...we just accidentally made the most perfect song to ever exist :o like seriously- people are achieving nirvana as we speak I'm not joking I think we went too far with the perfection this time guys

THIS SONG IS ABOUT S E X AND WE AIN'T BEING SHY ABOUT IT EITHER LET'S FUCKIN GO BABE-

Don't 👏 give 👏 me 👏 love 👏

Adrenalize

gkKLglldlflhlADKSLALLFLSS 😆😆😆

I fucking love my wife uWu

fkKMglgllsLLslgflephpGLDLPT 😆(͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)😆

We're just gonna get extremely romantic and passionate for 4 minutes and 3 seconds if that's alright with you (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

this album was the most painful thing any of us have ever had to do, so here's the most serious song we've ever done to date. Steve ✊ Fucking ✊ Clark ✊ -n-

now that our mental breakdown is over, we're gonna get extremely passionate and romantic again but for a lil longer this time aiight 🤙

one of us has a protection/ownership kink but we're not gonna tell you who

you know what this album needs? a little bit more pain

we're layin down the line (and by that we mean we want sex)

we're layin down the line pt.2 (we still want sex btw)

Retro Active

Beowulf songs are back babey 🤙

I'll say that again if I have to^

we!!! still!!! fucking!!! love!!!! glam rock!!!!! we even covered something to prove it!!!!!!

Joe has now officially mastered ballads

I fucking love my wife part 2: she's a badass top

While Joe was off mastering ballads, Phil studied the blade

We covered something else bc again!!! we fucking!!! love!!! glam!!!

We rewrote Joe's motorcycle song bc we now realize it was cringe af (and it was an excuse for Joe to talk to Ian Hunter so that made him happy)

Joe has now officially mastered edgy/serious songs

it's a total bop but oh god. No. Please. No. Oh God. No. Don't. Please. No. Pls. No. Oh god. Don't.

This should've been on Adrenalize and you can Fight Me On That

Phil studies the blade (electric version)

Joe masters ballads (electric version)

Vault (there's only one new song on here so that's all I'm doing)

babe nooooo D';

Slang

Epic edgelords part 1

Epic edgelords part 2: Phil wrote it this time

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 2: Electric Bugaloo

soft breakdown :'c

hOT DOGGITY DAMN JOE'S VOICE HOLY HELL TAKE ME N- *clears throat* I mean introducing Vivian Campbell :3 aND THERE'S A BASS SOLO MMMM 🤤🤤👌 THIS SONG IS JUST SEXY FUCKIN LIFT ME UP AND-

Phil's marriage isn't going too well

in fact, no one's marriages are going too well

severely underrated bop

We're still not over Steve's death and we never will be :c

Joe makes edgy ballads his bitch yet again 👏👏

severely underrated banger 🔥🔥🔥

Euphoria

wE STILL MAKE FAST BOPS IN CASE YOU FORGOT 🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘

Holy shit I didn't know Joe could hit a note that high

The 90s sucked for us but we'rE STILL HERE BICH 🖕

Can we pls give Sav more songwriting space on albums thx 😭💗

everyone in this band is a slutty bottom and this is the song that proves it Volume 3: Even Sluttier This Time 😏

totally different from everything we've ever done and WE 👏 MADE IT 👏 OUR 👏 EDGY 👏 BITCH

uwu but it's sad so it's actually umu

partying like it's 1999- oh wait, it actually is 1999

*hugs Viv and scREEEEEEEEAAAMMS*

Phil studied the blade and attacks you with it

*gets escorted into the back of a police car* IM GUILTY!! I'M GUILTY!!! I'M NOT INNOCENT!!! 😫😫😫

whatever edginess we couldn't fit into Paper Sun we put into this song instead

we're entering the new millennium as Kings and there's nothing you can do about it 👑🖕

X (Ten)

Stand on a balcony at sunset when you listen to this one

(insert Vizzini saying "INCONCEIVABLE" here)

the big UwU

I got ghosted and it’s actually a lot more dark and depressing than I thought also I wish I was never awake

soft and edgy and sad acoustic dads

F-U-C-K SPELLS F- I mean L-O-V-E spells love uWu

babe nOOOooO I'm sorry I suck so much DD;

this sounds like out if Work It Out and Day After Day had a kid

we're gonna have a Funky Good Time whether you like it or not 😎

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2

we can't decide if we want this album to be edgy or uwu so we're gonna make it both

the same passion as Tonight but less sexy and more (you guessed it) uwu

E D G E L O R D S 2 0 0 2 P A R T 2

Betcha thought our emo phase was over didn't ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah!

bops have been and will ALWAYS be something we have mastered- even if the song we're playing isn't ours

SAV'S TIME TO SHINE

betcha thought we couldn't cover a Blondie song, did ya ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Phil's just getting nostalgic about London it's fine 👍

don't worry joe's still sCREAMIN

in which we make this song a million times better than the original

WE LOVE ROXY MUSIC SO MUCH WE CANTEXPLAINWEJUSTLOVEHEMRMFLGPHPH

we're letting Joe have his moment ok just let him have this 👨‍🎤

yeah we like Free- so whAT??

okay NOW we're letting Joe have his real moment- he's been waiting for this moment ever since he was like 12 okay just. let him. have this just. this one time. pls.

in which we confuse literally everyone by making them think this is a song that we wrote

we just need ONE more bop, okay? Just ONE more we swear then we'll stop being fanboys (for now...)

we'll be right back, it's Bow Down To Thin Lizzy Hour

*Phil tearing up his throat for 4 and a half solid minutes*

Songs From The Sparkle Lounge

this one's actually kinda dark and heavy? :o

honky tonk time 🤠🤙

FINALLY ONE OF SAV'S SONGS IS THE MOST POPULAR SONG OFF AN ALBUM 🙏🙏🙏🙏😩

FINALLY WE HAVE MORE SAV MATERIAL I LOVE IT SM ;∆; !!!!

Phil's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

it's time for one (1) badass religious song and if you don't like it then you can Fuck Off kindly 🙃

This whole album is "Songs That Were Written By Phil and Viv and Sav" heaven

I think sometimes people forget that we, even as a band, are fans of the Classic Rock Fandom™ too, and we feel the same pain as the other fans :'^)🤙

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album

Joe's three minutes of fame on this album part 2

Viv's songs are severely underrated tho pls give them more attention

Mirror Ball (bonus tracks)

we grabbed fate by the balls and screamed fUCK YOU 🖕🖕

We are still Kings™ in case anyone was wondering 👑🖕

✨PHIL BELIEVES!!!! IN!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!! AND!!!!!!!!!! BELIEVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!✨

Def Leppard (Self Titled 2015)

Is this song about playing a live show? Probably. Is it also about having a fight? Is it also about angry sex? The world may never know.

Okay this one just absolutely SLAPS, periodt.

bootleg Another One Bites The Dust

*SOBBING* THEY'RE ALL SINGING LEAD I'M-

being badass, That's The Power Of Love

don't worry, we still know how to be Poetically Edgy

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm *bump bump* hooked on a feeeeling

I've Got a Spiritual Romantic Boner

Can't Keep Away From The Flame edginess gets crossed with some Zeppelin charm and badassery

someone in this band is fucking piSSED 😠😠😠😠

we're gonna @ someone tonight fellas

sAV OH MY GOD BABYYYYY 😰😰😭😭😭😭 DO YOU NEED A HUG

what if we tried to cross newer Metallica with Nickelback 🤔

what if we turned this into We All Need Christmas three years from now... 🤔

Bonus: Personal Jesus/We All Need Christmas

Viv really wanted to cover ABBA but everyone said no so he settled for cowboy goth™ instead

What better man to write a warm and fuzzy Christmas song than the warm and fuzziest man alive (Sav)

[random-mha-thoughts]

Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store.  Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: Based on a true story.  Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki.  I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better.  So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself.  "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself.  I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs.  He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt.  "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day."  He pushes his shoulder into me.  "I'm like the stupid lackey.  Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do.  I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street.  "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants."   I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection.  I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision.  "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?"  When I don't hear an answer, I flip around.  "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window.  "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down.  It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me.  Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers.  There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts.  "I'm feeling something fruity.  Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate.  We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!"  My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches.  "Y-You...bite...ice cream?  You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up!  I'm not weird!"  Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him.  "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream.  At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response.  "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it.  "You can have a taste of mine if you want.  One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again.  "Sure, I guess.  Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard.  His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds.  "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow.  "Delicious."

The boy smirks.  "See?  You can't go wrong with the classics."  He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me.  "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth.  "You think?"  I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not.  I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself.  We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum.  O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest.  "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed?  Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right?  Told you so!  It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou.  He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him.  He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo.  Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable.  After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night.  And he always texts me in the  morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me.  We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways.  My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job.  It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything.  He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up.  Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either.  We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind.  The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore.  Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it.  When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder.  "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee.  Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts.  "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me.  "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer.  I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop.  "We have to get off soon.  Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause.  "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open.  Oh.  But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop.  "Sure."  I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open.  "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement.  Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms.  My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears.  I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world.  Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them.  I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame.  "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down."  Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him.  "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See?  T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause.  "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face.  Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered.  It's happening.  "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety.  He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach.  His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk.  "I've been wanting to do that for a while.  I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze.  "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me.  Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching.  Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station.  He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together.  "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose.  "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support.  The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off.  My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;)  Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open.  I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.