#so bye bye clarinet

[arctic-hands]

Lol I never resent my mother more for both smoking while pregnant with me and constantly smoking around me throughout my childhood despite my already diagnosed and serious chronic health issues (plural) than when I really miss playing the clarinet

[nervousyoung-milo]

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[yeoslattes]

Courts and Stands

Genre: smut, college AU

Pairings: band geek!Hongjoong x fem volleyball player!reader

Summary: after a small interaction, you have your eyes set on Hongjoong not knowing he's been after you for a while.

Warnings: smut, no dom/sub themes necessarily but Hj is lowkey kinda subby, more experienced reader, semi experienced Hongjoong, he's in love with her literally, Seonghwa cameo (ofc), slight pervy thoughts from Hj, unprotected sex, blow job, swallowing, cunnilingus, slight overstimulation if u squint (fem receiving), he is surprisingly good at being a munch, pussy drunk Hongjoong bc yes, reader on top, accidental creampie, hongie kinda loses control

A/N: im back with a new fic, lowkey it’s a bit tame but Hj is so cute in it. Decided to drop early because why not!!! Hope you guys enjoy :))) my asks are always open for anything!!

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If you mess this chance up, you kiss bye bye to the championship finals. Your team is on a 3 point run, your teammates are exhausted as are you. Your knees have rubbed raw from the thick material of your knee pads, yet you can barely feel the pain from the adrenaline. Playing the libero position for one of the nation’s top universities was not light work. You knew you were good at it, no need to doubt yourself; you had all the medals and trophies to prove it. Yet somehow, a knot always formed in your throat during important matches like this one.

The crowd goes wild as your teammate serves the ball perfectly over the net. You’re quick on your feet, hovering over the open areas, trying to cover as much ground as you possibly can. You’re on your toes as the opposing team’s hitter floats up in the air to slam the ball down. The ball bounces hard on the floor as your response is a little delayed; immediate point for the other team. You sigh in annoyance but huddle with your teammates, patting each other's backs and yelling encouraging words.

“C’mon guys we got this!”

The process repeats itself; the world moves in slow motion around you as you read the opposing team’s play. You watch as the tall girl soars through the air, her arm bending far behind her to bring down against the poor ball. You fall to your knees, arms extended, setting a strong platform as the ball ricochets perfectly towards your team’s setter. The crowd yells loudly, the fans on the edge of their seats as your outside hitter puts the ball away against the other team. The six of you on the floor cheer loudly. Two more points and this would all be over, but there was no time to relax.

The next two points fly by and suddenly you’re huddled on the gym floor with all your teammates. You guys had done it, you were going to the finals. The cameras surrounded you, all taking different angled pictures all while the famous sports broadcasting network attempted to get an interview with the 6 players in the starting line up.

***

The gym was clearing up except for a few of the camera crew people. Hongjoong sat watching some guys roll up some thick black cables wondering why he hadn’t picked a major that allowed him to be more involved than being on the stands playing a clarinet. He checked his phone expecting a message from Yeosang. When he doesn’t see anything he decides to kill time by scrolling on instagram. The school had already posted celebrating the semi finals win, he saw you in the picture and couldn't help but smile. It was a rather intense action shot of you. Your hands are fists in the air as you celebrate. He taps on the picture and your tag pops up. He’s about to scroll through your feed when he sees someone approaching him from his peripherals. When he looks up he sees Yeosang; he’s still sporting his cheerleading uniform with a backpack slinged over his shoulder.

“Ready?��� he asks,

Hongjoong nods, fumbling with his phone which Yeosang catches a glimpse of. The pretty brunette smirks in a teasing manner.

“You’re stalking now?”

Hongjoong shoves him.

“Shut up, ‘m not stalking…just admiring.”

Yeosang giggles at his roommate's words.

“You should-”

“Can we not Yeo?” Hongjoong shuts him down because he knew exactly where he was going with this; they’d had this convo once or twice before. The pretty boy lifts his hands up in defeat, a low chuckle resonating in the empty hallway that led out of the arena.

***

“Alright class. With winter break coming up, it’s important you stay on top of your work.”

Murmurs erupted within the class at the professor’s speech, everyone knew this spiel always led to some type of project. Hongjoong looked around at his peers confused, any project that was thrown his way he’d be more than happy to complete.

“I’m going to have you all write me a four page essay on a song of your choice. I want it to be a song that resonates with you. It’s also only four pages with no specific word count. I'm making this easy for you, the rest of the details will be up on Blackboard. Good luck, class dismissed, have a great winter break.”

The students erupt into motion, scurrying out of the class. Hongjoong drapes his backpack over his shoulder and makes a straight beeline for the library, determined to finish this essay today.

You on the other hand stay behind, you curiously watch the boy with glasses rush out of the lecture room. Your friend watched him and starts laughing,

“Ah Hongjoong, top of the class always. How much you wanna bet he’s headed for the library right now.” Kimmy says, walking slowly beside you as you both make it through the doors.

“Kimmy don’t be mean. He’s committed just like we are towards the team.” At your words your friend sighs,

“I’m not ready for this championship game at all, we have to win this national title to keep the school’s rep going.” An uneasy feeling rushes through you the more you process her words.

“I know,” you sigh.

“but…I can’t think about the next match right now. Imma focus on this essay, it may give me some peace of mind. I’ll catch you at practice later.” Kimmy smiles and gives you a side hug.

“Don’t stress, see you later!” She waves you off as you head towards the library.

When you step through the library oak doors, you immediately spot Hongjoong nose deep in his computer as he typed away. You frown at how easy it must come to him since his major is literally music related. You huff and walk past the table he's sitting at and plop on the table in front of him.

You sit there staring at your computer screen after spending 45 minutes scrolling through your Spotify playlists trying to pick a song. When you lift your eyes, Hongjoong is still typing away, he’s now joined by the silver haired nerd Seonghwa. Seonghwa was part of the robotics club and was also in band like Hongjoong. You often saw him in the stands next to his brunette friend.

He’s focused on the lego set he’s building. Suddenly, the top of his head becomes more interesting, as you notice the way his roots are slowly growing back. Your eyes shift to Hongjoong and you meet his eyes momentarily before he looks down. You cock a brow up at him and shift in your seat leaning forward towards your blank computer screen.

You huff loudly in annoyance and stand up, the mahogany chair scraping loudly despite the carpeted floors. The noise catches both of the nerd’s attention, their eyes now on you. You grab your computer and walk over to their table. Seonghwa’s mouth is slightly agape as he watches you. Hands frozen as he grips onto a lego piece. When you sit down you notice the way Hongjoong gulps.

“Hey!” You smile, you watch them curiously, they both let out a squeaked ‘hello’.

“Sorry if this is random, but Hongjoong we are in the same class and I was wondering if you could lend me some help with this essay.” Hongjoong’s wide eyes remain on you, he finally blinks the shock away.

“Uh yeah.” He clears his throat. “What do you need help with?”

“Well I have my song, The Night We Met by Lord Huron. But I’m struggling on applying it towards my essay.”

He nods attentively leaning back

“Well, tune into the song, and describe how it makes you feel. Explain what kind of memories come up when you listen to it. And relate certain situations that you’ve been in to the song. That's Basically the whole synopsis of the assignment.”

You nod, comprehending his explanation. Suddenly you begin typing away on your computer, the pair stares at you expectantly as you remain on their table and work on your assignment. They give each other a look and Seonghwa makes a face at his friend before focusing back on his legos. Eventually you had reached your 4 pages, barely, but you’d hit the mark. You smile proudly as you save the document.

“Thank you so much Hongjoong!” You say packing up your bag.

“When do you guys have band practice?” You ask, standing by the table.

“Uh, tomorrow actually.” Seonghwa replies, adjusting his glasses.

“Fun! If I am correct, we will be practicing then as well. I’ll see you guys! Here’s my number if you ever need anything, you’ve been a great help. Thanks again Joong.”

The nerdy boy sits slumped and confused at the whole interaction.

“bro…” Seonghwa chimes in, excitedly pulling at his friend’s shoulder.

Hongjoong shrugs just as shocked.

“She called me Joong.” is the only thing he can get out. He’s incredibly smitten by you, the thought of the nickname making him feel all fuzzy on the inside. He smiles leaning back burying his flushed face in his hands.

***

“You're sloppy!” Coach yells at you.

Your gaze is focused on the stands, you search for Hongjoong and you spot him next to a head of silver hair. He sits quietly, clearly spacing out. His friend next to him yaps excitedly about whatever to Mingi who was also part of the robotics club with Seonghwa. Are they all in band? You ask yourself but get brought back to reality by your coach calling your name.

“Focus, We are not winning a national championship with this performance!” She yells

“Yes coach!”

You do your best to center yourself back to the task at hand. You take a deep breath lowering yourself into your receiving position. As soon as the ball is over the net you go for it, but instead of a smooth pass the ball flies off your arms and into the stands. You sigh and roll your eyes in pure frustration.

“Okay no, everyone a lap right now! Grab water and get your asses back here as soon as you're done.” Coach is red in the face at the team’s poor performance, but you’re almost sure you’re the main root of the problem.

“Why are you so distracted today?” Kimmy asks, she squeezes water into her mouth.

You shrug,

“I actually have no idea Kimmy.” You say, looking back towards the stands, but you kind of did.

Kimmy follows your gaze and tongues her cheek and scoffs in a playful manner.

“No way,” she nudges you,

“The top nation team’s libero is interested in a band geek? Which one of the three?” You hush her,

“Stop it, no. Hongjoong just helped me with my essay yesterday, that's all. I wanna properly thank him.” The redhead raises her eyebrows playfully,

“I know of ways you can thank him.” At that you shove her,

“Hey hey, I'm okay with running laps because of your poor performance if it means you finally have someone.”

“Kimmy oh my god. Focus .” You shake your head

“Says you.”

***

Hongjoong watches the volleyball team practice unfold before him. His band instructor has given them directions for whatever song they’d been practicing for the last week and Seonghwa is blabbing to him about something but he can barely focus. His wandering eyes roam over your frame. He swallows thickly at the way your legs and ass look in the short spandex. The warmup shirt with the university colors hugging your frame just right.

“Close your mouth, you’re gonna catch flies.” Seonghwa leans and whispers to him. He might’ve been spacing out this entire time, but that brings him back to reality. He shakes his daze away and looks around, his cheeks tinting pink from slight embarrassment.

“Stop it.” He tells his silver haired friend.

“Yeah, but you’re the one drooling over the volleyball player. I must admit those shorts do her right.”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes,

“Don’t talk about her like that.” He whispers smacking Seonghwa upside the head.

“Gentlemen, let's focus on our instruments please, not side conversations.”

Hongjoong looks down, feeling the gaze of his band peers on him. Taking a deep breath he does his best to follow along. Though his eyes steal glances of you periodically.

***

Practice had kicked your ass. Never had you felt more distracted by anything, much less anyone. You stand under the shower, at this point you were the last one that remained in the locker rooms. The warm water relaxes your muscles and calms down the slight shivering that rattled through you.

You dress in a relaxed outfit, ready to get back to your dorm and sleep. When you walk out of the locker room you are met by Hongjoong. He’s leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone. At your footsteps his head snaps up. His eyes soften when he realizes it’s you,

“Hey hongjoong!” You greet him.

He gives you a small wave.

“Hi, practice looked good.” He compliments.

He suddenly regrets saying that in fear he sounded stupid, in reality he had no idea what was going on during your practice.

“Eh, not my best performance but thank you anyway.”

“Uh, are you waiting for someone?” You ask him, tightening your grip on the pink duffle bag on your shoulder.

“Yes actually, I’m waiting for Yeosang but his practice is running later than usual.”

“Yeosang? The one on the cheer team?” You asked rather surprised.

“Yes that’s him…” awkward silence falls between you two.

“Okay well, I was gonna go back to my dorm and sleep but I’m suddenly craving a sweet treat. Care to join?” You send him a sweet smile, your wide eyes gleaming as you waiting for his answer.

“Uhm…sure why not.” Hongjoong lets out an airy laugh, adjusting his instrument carrier on his back; you both begin the journey to the boba shop.

Hongjoong didn’t have much of an appetite for sweet things but he’d eat an entire bakery if it meant getting to spend time with you. He settles on a matcha milk, he’s about to pull out his card to pay but isn’t able to get his wallet out before you place your card against the reader. The small machine beeps in approval and he watches you grab your receipt from the cashier.

“Why did you do that?” He chuckles, you turn to look at him and he almost falls on his knees.

“Because, you helped me with my essay.”

“But…you did most of the work I just-”

“Jeez, just take the damn drink.” You chuckle,

“It’s okay, this is my way of repaying you.” You stab the thick straw through your drink and take a sip.

Hongjoong’s eyes are big behind his glasses as he focuses on the way your lips wrap around the straw. He wonders what they would look like around…

“This is so good, oh my gosh.” You moan, he swallows thickly and chuckles nervously, finally getting around to trying his drink. He hums at the way the sweetness of the matcha invades his taste buds, trying to play off the way he almost choked on a boba pearl.

Finally you begin your journey to your dorm. You both walked side by side silently, the winter night biting into your cheeks. It’s not long before you’re standing in front of the entrance to the dorm building.

You open your mouth to say something but are interrupted by the loud ping of a phone that is clearly not yours. Hongjoong shimmies his phone out of his pocket, he stares at the screen for a moment before sighing in pure exhaustion and slight annoyance.

“You okay?”

He nods,

“Yeah I’m fine, Yeosang is going over to this girl’s house but he has our dorm key and I lost my copy.” He sticks his phone back in his pocket.

“Oh…well I know it’s not allowed but do you wanna come in? You can kill time here, maybe even take a nap, you know whatever you need.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened, you? Inviting him? To your dorm? He couldn’t wrap his head around that but he thanked Yeosang in his head. He’s quiet for a minute, a strangled noise emitting from his throat. When he sees the way you cock a brow up at him he composes himself.

“Sure.”

You grab his hand and pull him inside. You look around the corner for the RA and when the coast is clear you tug him into the elevator and up to the last floor. Quickly running to your room, letting out a heavy huff when you’re in safely.

“No roommates?” He asks, setting his backpack down and taking your room in.

“Uh no, no roommates. Got lucky with that one.”

You settle comfortably on the small couch in the corner, curiously watching him as he studies all the pictures stuck to your wall.

Eventually he joins you and just like that you begin talking. The pair of you conversate for what feels like hours. You both exchange your passions for your majors, as well as where you were both from. Slowly but surely you felt closer to him, only then realizing that you truly enjoyed his company. On the inside you’re smiling at how much he had visibly relaxed.

“Why are you talking to me?” He suddenly asks.

“Why not?”

“You don’t think it's weird?” You shake your head at his question.

“Why would it be? Because I have a “popularity” status?” you ask, raising your fingers in quotations.

Hongjoong nods silently.

“No, that means nothing to me. I like you, ever since you helped me with that final essay. Not everyone is so willing. Plus I know you’re an absolute academic weapon and that’s cool.”

His cheeks flush a bright pink and suddenly he’s looking down, trying to shy away from your gaze.

You shift closer to him and he remains frozen in his spot. Hongjoong’s stare lingers on your lips before shooting back up to meet your eyes. Without thinking much of it he leans in very slowly, it was like his body was set on autopilot. With one final look into his eyes you press your lips against his. His glasses are pressed against your face as your lips work against his. He’s tense, but the more worked up you both get the more his body decompresses. Finally he brings a hand to your cheek deepening the kiss. You gain the courage to climb up on his lap, he pulls away, and you look at him with a slight worry on your face.

“I haven’t-” he shakes his head catching his breath,

“Only once or twice but I’m not that-.” You cut his rambling off.

“It's okay, just let me do the work and follow my lead.” He nods, his glassy eyes looking up at you.

You press your lips against his again, your hands encircling around his wrists to lay his hands on your hips. You grind down against him and his breath hitches and you almost smirk into the kiss. He’s hard underneath you and your panties only get stickier by the minute. He groans softly against you as you slowly continue to work your hips on him.

“Gosh please i-i want you so bad.” He says quietly gasping for air. Hongjoong is shuddering and he has to try hard to keep himself from busting underneath you.

You pull your sweater off yourself and hop off onto the floor. You tug on his pants and he raises his hips slightly. Managing to get both waistbands down, his cock springs free. It's warm and stiff in your grasp as you wrap your lips around the tip. Hongjoong leans his head back on the couch, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continue to inch down the expanse of his dick. You shove him all the way down, his flushed cockhead hitting the back of your throat deliciously. You work what you can’t fit and continue to lather him in your saliva. His hands shyly come up almost as if he wants to rest them on your head. You pull away and look up at him,

“You can push me and do what you need to get there.” You reassure him, voice hoarse from the previous intrusion. He nods and watches in awe as you go back down and swallow him almost whole. Your mouth sucks so hard that he’s seeing stars. Suddenly not shy anymore his hands tangle in your hair and he pushes down, causing you to gag on him. The noise resonates loudly in the room and he groans softly. His eyes are now closed and his head is back once more, his hips slowly move up forcing more of his cock down your throat.

“I’m- i-m…cum.” He groans, his breathing is labored as he chases his high that’s right at his reach. His hips still and his hands keep your head stable in a single spot you can’t do anything besides take his load in your mouth. When you pull away he looks down at you. Hongjoong relishes in the way your eyes are teary and there's spit and cum running down your chin. He suddenly leans down and captures your lips in a final kiss, his remnants all over him now.

“Was that good?” You ask, he nods still trying to catch his breath.

You smile at him and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Feel free to stay or go, up to you.” You offered, he pondered for a moment.

“I’d stay but Yeosnag should be back already and will wonder where I am. Uh, thank you I- I guess.”

He gathers himself and his belongings and heads for the door. As he's about to exit you pull him into a quick hug.

“See you soon?” Hongjoong blinks, you wanted to see him again?

“of course yes.” He replies quietly.

“Good, don’t get caught by the RA.” You wink closing the door behind him.

***

You’d spent the following week texting Hongjoong, that is until the day before the final championship game. You’d ghosted him completely, Hongjoong had spent the entire day and night ruminating, he had gone over the texts a billion times wondering if he’d done something wrong. He so desperately wanted to tell Seonghwa or Yeosang, but no one knew about you and him and your escapade that one night. He didn’t want rumors to spread so he kept quiet. The final championship match day had arrived. Hongjoong was in his dorm squeezing into the white pants that were part of the new uniforms. He tried on the silly little hat that went with it and he didn’t completely hate it. He grabbed one of his expensive colognes that he only sprayed if the occasion called for it and tonight he’d be seeing you, at least that’s what he hoped. Ignoring how mildly silly he felt in his marching band uniform he headed out the door.

By the time he and the rest of the band members had made it to the packed arena you were already on the floor warming up. He smiled at you when you spotted him but frowned when you didn’t return the smile back. His stomach was in knots and he wasn’t sure how he’d make it through the possibly 3 hour long match when it mostly revolved around you. You on the other hand, the star libero of the university's volleyball team were shitting bricks. You’d completely stopped replying to Hongjoong and you felt bad but there was nothing else on your mind than this match right now. The nerdy boy sent you a smile when he walked into the arena in his pretty little uniform that fitted him nicely but you failed to return in. You couldn’t wait to win this thing and go after him to say how sorry you were.

“Are you okay? You’ve been looking pale since we got on the bus?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong who kept his gaze straight ahead.

“Yeah I’m fine.” But his long haired friend wasn’t buying it.

He had never seen Hongjoong like this before, his face was stoic. Lips in a permanent frown, no emotion behind his eyes. Still, Seonghwa didn’t push him any further. The match was starting and Hongjoong stood up to play his part in the school’s fight song. The entire time his eyes remained on you. As the game proceeded he watched the way you’d dig the balls and the way you’d throw yourself aimlessly just to keep that ball in play. He was in awe, as always you never failed to impress him. But he felt slightly resentful and sentimental, was he just a game to you?

There was only a point difference between both teams and right now your team was behind. You gulped, hands sweaty as you prepared for the opposing team to serve. As the ball makes it over the net you pass it perfectly to your setter who sends it towards the outside hitter. You wait, feeling antsy hoping that the attack was enough to score a point but the opposing team keeps it in play.

It all happens so fast, the opposing team spikes the ball over the net which is received by one of your teammates except it was such a forceful hit the ball has gone haywire. You chase it down running towards the stands were Hongjoong sits, you ram into the people on the sideline chairs but successfully manage to send the ball back to your teammates. Hongjoong watches as you wince slightly and run back to the court. The point ended up being yours and now both teams were tied.

You grimace at the stinging pain on your rib, but there was no time to dwell on it. Somehow someway your school manages to stay afloat and now you’re 1 point away from calling that trophy yours. Your team's outside hitter swings hard sending the ball over and it slams on the floor, you’d done it; the championship was yours. You teammates run and pile up, tears flowing down everyone's faces. You hug kimmy and she squeezes you back,

“Top libero, thanks to you we are here.” She sobs, you squeeze her tightly and let go moving on to your other teammates.

***

The team had decided to go out right after the match to celebrate but with your bruised rib and how exhausted you were you decided to head back to your dorm instead for some rest. Walking out of the locker room with all your stuff, Hongjoong is standing right outside the entrance. You’re slightly puzzled at his presence,

“Hongjoong…hey.” You greet him sheepishly.

He sends you a tight smile,

“Hey, congrats on the win.”

You nod and smile at him. You can’t help but rake your eyes down his figure. He looked amazing in white and the gold accents of his uniform contrasted with his skin tone perfectly. His pants are slightly fitted and they accentuate the fullness of his legs just right.

“Thank you, I'm glad you were there to witness it.” Awkward silence fills the air.

It was clear he was waiting for some sort of explanation, so you swallow your pride and decide to apologize.

“Listen sorry I stopped replying so abruptly. It was nothing you did but this match was really weighing on me that I kind of tuned out everything to prepare for it.”

You gesticulate with your hands nervously hoping he wouldn’t think that you didn’t want him anymore.

“No worries, I get it.” Hongjoong says nothing more.

“W-would you wanna come back to my dorm with me? We can order food in?”

You cross your fingers behind your back hoping that he’d say yes. His face lights up slightly and he nods. You both walked side by side towards the campus housing. The cold winter night is unapologetic, the heavy wind making it hard for you to move forward from the force.

“How come you're not out celebrating with the rest of the team?” Hongjoong asks, shivering just like you.

“I’m tired and my body is beat. But maybe tomorrow, it’s only friday.”

He nods understandingly, silence falls between you two again, only the loud whipping of the cold December air being heard. You decide to jog the last bit of distance until you’re both safely inside the building.

“Wait.” he pulls you back,

“No RAs?” His eyes are wide in fear.

“No, just one but she's here only during the day. Almost everyone is gone for break.”

Hongjoong lets you pull him along up to your dorm.

“Feel free to do what you need to do to get comfy, imma order pizza!”

He drops his bag and searches for a loose fitted shirt to change into. He groans slightly as he wiggles out of the uncomfortable jacket, that weight a little too much with all the embellishments on it.

“Pizza should be here in 15. I’ll shower quickly. Please make yourself comfortable.”

***

One movie and almost an entire pizza later you were ready to lay down. You get up and hop on your twin bed. You watch as Hongjoong stays on the couch, awkwardly fiddling with his hands.

“Joongie…come here.” you whine motioning him over with your hand.

He gets up and shyly walks over to you, he gets on the bed and lays on his side next to you. Now you’re both face to face. Bringing a hand up you caress his face gently, admiring how smooth and impeccable his skin looked. Your hand moves up to pull his glasses off and when you do you press your lips against his. It escalates quickly, with his own frustrations going on and your need to blow some steam off after an intense match you both needed this. He maneuvers you on top of him, his hands cowardly resting against you.

“Touch me joong.” you murmur against him.

His hands roam more freely, you can feel him straining against his pants and when you pull away to begin unbuttoning the tight white pants off him he stops you. You pull your hands back in shock.

“I just want to try it on you.”

Just by his shy words you knew what he meant, but you wanted to hear him say it.

“What do you want, baby?” His face is red from embarrassment, and his hands shake slightly.

“I want to…” Hongjoong feels like the words have all clumped in his throat and somehow he cannot get them out.

You let out an airy laugh and lean down to give him a sloppy kiss.

So you nod smiling at him, you lay down on your back and he slots himself between your legs. His hands roam from your clothed breasts down to the hem of your sleeping shorts. Wasting no time he tugs them down, now you lay there exposed in front of him. Hongjoong leans down, his breath brushing against your heat. He suddenly leans in, taking your clit into his mouth sucking slightly, your back arches off the bed and he wraps his arms around your legs to keep you open for him. His tongue runs up and down your slit as he tests the waters, he eyes your reactions carefully taking note of what makes you writhe under him. He moves his mouth onto your clit focusing on the sensitive bud, his eyes are closed and he completely loses himself on you.

“F-fuck joongie.” You wiggle under him, head lifting to look down at him. And what a sight he is, his eyes are closed as he completely devours you open with his tongue. You were barreling towards you high at a fast speed. You clutched onto what you could and even then it didn't feel like enough. Your hips buck up and he tightens his grip to keep you glued against the mattress.

The feeling of his wet tongue, and his arms around you send you into your first orgasm. His tongue massages you helping you ride out your high, but he’s too far gone to even bother stopping. He presses his face harder into you, his nose bumping your clit occasionally. When he looks up at you his eyes are droopy and glazed. He flattens his tongue against you and lets you grind yourself into him.

“So good j-joong,” your breathing picks up, the sensitivity sending you into overdrive.

“Im-imma c-cum oh god.” your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure waves roll up and down your lower half. Your legs quake in his hold and at your state he can’t help grin internally. With a finishing kiss to the inside of your thigh he pulls away. Hongjoong sits back on his legs and you stare at him still in a daze from your orgasms.

“I didn’t know you were that good.” you mutter still catching your breath.

He shrugs looking down shyly.

“Come here.” you instruct

He leans over you and you press your lips against his, this time it's his turn to lay on the bed. You pull your shirt off and he oggles your tits and the way they perfectly sit.

“Take this off please.” you whine pulling at his shirt, he sits up in the small cramped bed and pulls off his shirt exposing his torso. You next move to his pants,

“I'd blow you but I just need you now.”

He doesn’t say anything and instead helps you pull his bottoms off. You quickly straddle him and guide him in,

“Wait n-no condom?”

He stops you,

“Pull out.” you simply say and sink down on him.

Hongjoong swears he sees heaven. He gasps, his eyes closing tightly when you bottom out on him. You pick your hips up and sink back down on him creating a nice even pace.

“So good joongie.” your voice is high pitched, and he swears it almost sends him over the edge. Your hips pick up pace moving fast up and down, only pants and skin slapping fills the room. His hands are tight on your hips as he pulls you down against him wrapping his forearms around your waist. You slow down switching to grinding your hips into him instead. As you sit back up you lean your weight on one of his thighs and you continue to move up and down on him the best you can while your other hand rubs your clit fast.

“Joongie…” at his name he pulls you back down against him. His pelvis grinding perfectly into your clit and he takes a nipple into his mouth sucking gently. The pleasure propels you into your final high of the night and you stutter against him, your walls clamping down on him as he feels them pulsing around his cock. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck and you pant heavily against him. As you come down and your muscles relax your hips begin moving again.

“Make me cum p-please.” Hongjoong pleads, his face contorted in frustration from holding off from his release. Your hips move fast against him again, your ass bouncing up and down on him. You hear his moans get more persistent and high,

“Oh hmphf s-shit.” He moans his hands now clawing against your waist. Hongjoong completely loses himself, his grip tightening harder on you as he pulls you down hard against him, his tip kissing your cervix deliciously. You try to pick yourself up and off him so he can finish but when you look at him, his eyes are pressed shut and his arms are firmly locked around you.

“J-joong…” you try to warn him.

“I-imma cum oh fuck.” With a final stutter of his hips his grip tightens on you once more pulling you flush against him as heavy ropes of cum decorate your insides. You lay there against him panting in a haze. When you pull back his eyes are still closed as he tries to catch his breath.

Your movement on top of him makes him crack open an eye, you lift yourself off him and his eyes widen when he realizes.

“I -i didn’t mean to-”

You hush him “it’s ok, it's ok shhh.”

Your hands caress his panicked face gently. Your lips meet his in a kiss before you lay back down.

“Why did you do this with me?” He suddenly asks,

“Don’t ask me that right after we just did this but if I must answer, I already told you I liked you. I wasn’t lying…”

“Oh, I thought you weren’t being serious.” You giggle and lift your head to look at him again.

“Shut up please.” You lazily mumble, head resting on his chest as his fingers fiddle with your hair.

“I guess you’ll have your own personal cheerleader for the next volleyball season.”

[collectingsorrows444]

I may or may not have ideas/concepts for you @slumbrr-r (I’m @ ing you like every hour of the day, I am so sorry 😭)

[in the community, you said you needed ideas. So during school hours, I was sketching all of these (did most of the coloring in shades of black and white, I don’t really know what their color palettes would be)]

(left to right): Bayo, Caspian, and Alon.

Astro Variant: Selene (either strike or med)

Poppy Variant: I don’t have a name idea for her either (Literally a walking sunshine with solar flares prepared to lash out— she’s humming Tell-Tale Heart, music sheet by Micheal Story, first clarinet part/melody)

Glisten Variant + Toodles Variant: Nadia and Clover (Aunt and Niece)

And lastly….

His name is Cole btw

Anyone can use them as inspo tbh :) I am filled the brim with so many stupid ideas that I just blank out and do them lol.

Okay bye! I’ve got to do my homework now :)

*leaves knowing that I am going to procrastinate my work*

[marinette-the-clarinet]

I didn't have the heart to change my url, but the iconic Marinette head on a clarinet is gone....may she rest in peace.

If y'all couldn't tell I've moved on and am now a Digital Circus blog 💀. I'll still poke around to see how the Miraculous fandom is doing but tbh I am so turned off by season 6 :/. Anyways this is insane but welcome to my new era. If you're an og you're a real one 😎

BYE MARINETTE THE CLARINET YOU WILL BE MISSED

[kavehpilled]

since i came back ifs time to make a new intro post 🤯

hii im noah im 16 i dont really have interests but i like to read books and learn about things. Umm i play clarinet and i paint :3 i like to talk to people so if you ever wanna stop by just use my askbox!! Also i crochet and i like music so you might see that. Ok bye

[fifi3001]

hehehe. I need hobbies. I know, drawing is my hobby, but pleeeease, everyone say that I’m weird. Oh fuck you, Mrs. Idontsayhername (my french teacher, I’m not going to say her name) I'll just paint more Zesmilla pictures.

Mrs. Idontsayhername hate me, ok. She hate me!!!! Ok yeah maybe my French is really bad and I don’t talk with her, but common, she can’t hate me for that!!! so Mrs. idontsayhername I can speak French very well:

Bonjour, je m'appelle Fifi3001, j'adoooooooore hazbin hotel. Mes hobbies sont la peinture, écouter de la musique, jouer de la clarinette et être jeune pompier. Ma chanson préférée est out for love de hazbin hotel. Mon artiste préférée est @disneyfanatic1993. Ma matière préférée à l'école est la musique. (Hi, I'm Fifi3001, I loooooooove hazbin hotel. My hobbies are painting, listening to music, playing the clarinet and the youth fire department. My favorite song is out for love from hazbin hotel. My favorite artist is @disneyfanatic1993. My favorite subject at school is music.)

I didn't actually want to write that much. Bye 😘

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

reader, i can already hear you. 'em. it's a wednesday. how do you have another post for this tag.' i know. i get it. however. the wildest 40 minutes of my life occurred this evening. and i have another post for this tag.

i started a light-sensitive reaction in the lab that would require an hour's worth of darkness, so not wanting to sit in a dark lab alone for an hour, i accompanied my undergrad/principal trumpet across campus to the arts building with the goal of doing some speed work on a piece as well as getting a piano to figure out the soprano 2 line i had difficulty finding yesterday

we made it to the arts building and principal trumpet went to put his things away in the rehearsal room for concert band

i was about to take the shortcut stairs down to the basement when i noticed tita conductor's office door open. snuck by and saw her with her back to me taping up a concert poster on her door. she was wearing a hoodie, jeans, and her normal leather platforms. it was, frankly, jarring.

she hadn't noticed me creeping behind her, and i knew she'd turn to look if i opened the door to the shortcut, so i greeted her and, off her greeting in return, took a closer look at the poster

the poster is a picture taken last school year right in front of me. so my face will be officially plastered all over the university. tita conductor please 💀

she had only taped the top of the poster down when she backed off to check over the placement and a breeze came by so i held the bottom in place against her door while she took a look from across the corridor

principal trumpet walked back out of the rehearsal room, saw me pinning the poster against tita conductor's door, saw tita conductor appraising her work, and said hopefully, "dvořák 9?"

tita conductor registered his appearance and said, "oh good, the dvořák 9 committee is here" 😭 and there followed about twenty minutes of the three of us congregating around her office door talking about it (which was still very much on her mind)

in essence, tita conductor had been considering mozart 41 "jupiter" as well as sinfonia for orbiting spheres as part of a greater sky-themed program for spring but had been finding difficulty for another piece for the first half

her main thoughts on new world (although she loves it) are related to instrumentation/personnel and educational reasons.

jupiter is not orchestrated for clarinets, and neither of the current clarinets are students, so she was hoping to give them a break. however new world with its famous english horn part in the slow movement would be perfect for our insanely talented oboist/english hornist who is about to graduate

historically the iskul bukol orchestra has not done much mozart; tita conductor said she wanted students to play something of mozart for the educational factor. however she loves dvořák and wouldn't mind programming him two concerts in a row.

she also has not conducted dvořák 9 before

all this to say new world is still on the table. this is how new world can still win

principal trumpet: if you want a celestial theme, why not the planets? tita conductor: we can't do the planets. principal trumpet: or we could do a mashup of the planets and new world? both tita conductor and i looked at principal trumpet like he had suggested we all take up skydiving with our instruments. principal trumpet: we could have jupiter movement, and then largo from new world, and then— tita conductor and me in unison, very confused: WHY???? principal trumpet: they're my favorite movements 🥺 tita conductor and i: [dissolve into hysterics]

tita conductor mentioned she was going to head down to the score library to see if the jupiter was there, so she said "bye" shortly, turned, and ambled off toward the shortcut staircase. where i was also heading.

i followed her meekly down the stairs and, when she registered i was vaguely stalking her, explained i was going to practice while waiting for an experiment step to finish. "i can show you the score library," she offered, and pulled the handle of the basement door. which was locked.

she let out a defeated sigh.

we looked dejectedly at each other.

evidently, not even her indefatigable keyring could defeat a locked basement door. we trudged back up to ground level to take the sketchy set of stairs

principal trumpet left the copy room as we were heading down the stairs, said, "i'm going to the score library," and rejoined us

"now you can say you're an insider," tita conductor said aside to me as we trooped down the sketchy stairs.

principal trumpet piped up, "we've been decluttering the score library a bit," to which tita conductor said, "oh, i see" before turning to me and adding, "they'll come after my office next. Kidding."

we got to the score library and she showed me around a bit before hunting for the jupiter and turning up nothing. but dvořák 9 was there 🫶🏻

it was sooo cool. all the parts that the iskul bukol orchestra has ever acquired were in one section bound in yellowed envelopes. choral music was in another section and wind ensemble in another. i was having the time of my life and it was extra special considering that tita conductor knows i'm interested in scores ��

tita conductor and i chatted a little more before i took my leave of her, knowing full well that i had about ten minutes left and that there was no way i was going to practice violin in that time; the choir piece would be the only thing i could get to

unfortunately. all the practice rooms were occupied.

i didn't want to have gone all the way to the arts building to not do anything other than have another insane interaction with tita conductor so, in desperation, i knocked on her office door at ground level and muscled it open when she shouted COME IN from within

i poked my head inside and she insisted "come inside" so i obeyed, apologized for having to ask, then asked her if there was an extra piano around i could just pick out my soprano 2 line on for ten minutes. she reached instantly for her keyring and led me around the corner to the chamber music room before opening up the grand piano for me

"next time," tita conductor said, "don't hesitate to take initiative and ask me to re-seat the divided singers with each other." i agreed and she left me be

i briefly recorded the soprano 2 part of the piece in question on piano in five minutes flat, set the room back as i had found it, let tita conductor know i had done so, thanked her profusely, and ran back to lab just in time to finish my work there

in conclusion, i really don't think anything can top this.

(famous last words, that?)

[mattslolita]

HELLO LOVAAAAAAAAAA we're sooooo up omg

twin im sobbing i have a big brother figure at school. he and his gf adopted me i'm a practice child i fuckin love that man. he sent me the video of the little girl in rush hour singing fantasy in the backseat and said "this might be you". he's literally my insider he tells me all the tea with the enemy (men) and he's so chalant it's disgusting like i had no idea men like this existed bye............... his gf is sosososososo gorg omg one time i told him that she was pretty and this mf's eyes LIT UP and he was like "omg she is right" and ASKKSKDKDKS they're so cute i died i swear. we're in band and all my friends play clarinet right (including him) and they all agreed that i was an honorary clarinet 😭😭😭😭😭 we established family roles today it was so fucking funny. he told me i had little sister energy and that he thought i was weird at first but, and i quote this directly, "you're like a stray cat that follows me around so i was kind of obligated to adopt you" like bye. go write a poem don't die mr chalant man. ugh i love my friend so much.

TWINNNNN I MISS YOU AROUND HERE😭😭😭😭

HELLO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT FOR YOU ???? he sounds like such a nice guy omfg i am so glad you have such nice friends !! I LOVE & MISS U ERRYDAY

[turquoise-the-centipede-real]

HELLO EVERYNYAN :3

HEYA I'M MARINA

SUM THINGS ABOUT ME:

I USE SHE/HER/HERS OR ANY NEOS :3

I'M A CENTIPEDE! :3

MY FAVORITE COLORS ARE BLUE AND PINK

ooc under cut :)

HELLO IT'S ME WITH THE ASKBLOGS (@th3realsp1nb4llwh1zz3r)

this is a Sprunki oc. Although she is inspired by Rain World's aquapede, she has zero relation to it.

Here's Marina's reference sheet

About mod:

• Minor, he/they

• stupid :3

• yaps in green (Marina yaps in blue)

• clarinet player (I am NOT good at my job :3)

DNI LIST

• any kind of -ists

• any type of -philes

• NSFW blogs

• antifurs/antitherians

• homophobes/transphobes

• Israel supporters

Rules:

• no NSFW. I'm an acespec minor and so is Marina.

• use common sense. Don't be a dick.

• donation asks are fine, idk why I previously didn't allow them on my askblogs

• crossovers, swearing, gore, body horror, decay, bugs, and death are all okay! :3 I love that stuff :3

Credits:

lego dividers - @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Kidcore dividers - @/kodaswrld

Aquapede gif - rain world wiki

BUH BYE! SAFE TRAVELS!

[royallygray]

Royal remember when we would send asks to each other with a bunch of questions? Well I'm doing that again now. As always, no pressure and feel free to just answer a few instead of all of them :D

Do you keep plants? And do they actually live or do they just die?

What's your favorite instrument?

Something you wanna do this summer?

Do you have a bucket list? And if you do, what's the thing you wanna do the most on it?

What songs always make you feel better?

What type of art do you enjoy making the most? (Drawing, knitting, writing, etc)

One of the best things you've ever bought?

What year of your life was your favorite, and why?

What color is your room painted? And what color do you want it to be painted, if you'd want to change it.

Are you really silly (really silly)?

Did you know that you have a pretty singing voice and I love listening to the stuff you make? And that it makes me really happy that you get really happy from me saying that?

Do you have a favorite scent, and if you do what is it?

My noise is so itchy right now. I hate having allergies to outside and dust lol. Do you have allergies too?

What's your favorite meal with chicken?

What's a weird collection you have/had?

What's your favorite sea creature?

Okay that's all for now!! Feel free to send these same ones or different ones back to me lol. I'm getting fishies todayyyy am very happy. Also I just gave my Grandma's dog Hermione a bath, so I now smell like wet dog. But it's okay. She had SO MUCH fur that needed to get off. She was shedding so much.

I keep trying to figure out somewhere to work around me thats not loud but. do you know how impossible that is. it's so bad. Like. Sensory issues suck

But it's okay

Because I'll be okay

I just want money cause I want a crested gecko lmao

But they're so cuteeeee!!!!

Okay this is me actually leaving (probably)

Bye Starsightttttttt

- Mysterious <3

OOOH QUESTIONS

[do I keep plants] Not really, but I keep flowers that people give me/are trinkets at fairs or smth. I have a dead one on my desk from a fair thingy that I totally need to throw away, and I have one in the freezer that was a gift from a fellow cast member of a play I was in. The one in the freezer still looks intact.

[what's my favorite instrument] Mysterious how am I supposed to answer this :( I play clarinet. I have an oboe that I'm trying to learn this summer, but I haven't been doing that a lot lol.

I have a list of instruments I want/want to learn. I used to play violin but I don't anymore bc we returned the violin and I would like to pick it up again. I'd also like to learn viola because it looks cool but apparently they have an entire different fucking clef?? called an alto clef??? like wtf why would they do that to me

I'd also like to learn saxophone. Either soprano, alto, or tenor, idrc. But it's a cool instrument. Id also like to play bass clarinet because it is literally the same as normal clarinet just Big. it's in the treble clef and everything. It's just Big clarinet. I would love to learn guitar. it seems like such an important piece for like background music on tracks and just. I wanna learn it. and its the most common thing that people use for chords. I have a piano that I fuck around with, but I don't know how to use chords and shit but I know how to play the shit out of the melody.

I also need to learn to read the bass clef. I played flute in 4th grade and I'd kind of like to play it again

that's a lot of words about instruments lol😅 idk what my favorite one is but I hope that was enough info to make up for it

OMG WAIT. KAZOO.

Also my dad wants me to learn piccolo. which is actually interesting

[smth I wanna do this summer] um. idk. well I wanna try to learn oboe, as said. OMG ALSO

So I have the goal of transcripting the life series and I wanna do that :] I'm failing so far but ITS ALRIGHT YKNOW I GOT TIME also I need to clear out my storage bc I have too much shit on my phone and 2 ipads (I don't have a laptop :()

[do I have a bucket list, and what's on it] uhhh not rly but I wanna meet you irl someday. also prolly go to Europe. Maybe also either Taiwan or China so I can improve my Chinese a lot. also I do wanna have a first kiss because like I'm intrigued. what does it feel like. OOH also I wanna write a full fledged story or smth. and a story in Mandarin Chinese. because like. you'd think I'd be fluent enough after ten fucking years but NOOOOO

also last night apparently I had a dream where an author (maybe Brandon fuckin Sanderson?? idk) wrote The Rescue Princesses and also was mentioned in the Aru Shah books like. what the fuck was that dream. it was weird ASF (I just saw the Aru Shah books on my shelf and I was Confused)

[what songs always make me feel better] okay okay okay. So. If William Gold wasn't a fucking piece of shit, Warsaw, Your Sister was Right, For Memories, Concrete, You'll Understand When You're Older. Not necessarily make me feel better, but like. resonate somewhere deep within my soul. As it is, I feel like throwing up when I hear his voice. Genuinely, acoustic Sex Sells came on a few days ago and I was like "oh nice it's a good song I can totally listen to it right" and then he started singing and then I like. couldn't it was so bad.

Someone to You by Banners. Just. it's so. sjqieowhads

Also In My Dreams by Precious Jewel Amor is really good

Honestly Get Used to It by Ricky Montgomery. like one of my favorite songs. also I'm aware that most of these aren't rly happy--

STARLIGHT BY TAYLOR SWIFT. IT IS. A BOP.

[what art do I enjoy making the most] I like to crochet :) i also like drawing. one of my favorite mediums is oil pastels lol. But my favorite has to be crocheting bc I use it as a stim and also like. it makes warm things :D I tried to make a sweater and if you scroll to the second post I ever made on this blog I think you can find it lol. I'll continue it some day. ooh but I do also kind of enjoy writing. but I need to have the like brain flowing. which I almost never have. so my answer is still crocheting :D

[one of the best things I've ever bought] Tied between my Techno plushie ($40) and life series hoodie ($55). mcyt hyperfixation made me broke o7 but it was totally worth the money

[what year of my life was my favorite and why] damn idk. I don't rly have a favorite, but it's more. this happened. idk.

Probably 2021, if I had to say. It was 3rd Life, Among Us, me finding dsmp, just a ton of things and I started figuring more out about myself. pretty decent year. but this year (2023-2024) was also pretty good. I made a lot of friends

[what color is my room painted, and what would I like to change it to] okay. so. like AGES ago we were gonna paint my room. and we painted two walls. we got light blue on the east and marshmallow white on the west. the other walls (North and south) are painted VERY VERY light pink so light it is white. since that's the color my sister had. we were gonna paint the other window wall (north) blue and the non-window wall white (south) but it never happened. so now I have mismatched walls.

The blue is rly nice, but if I moved, I think I'd paint three walls light lavender, and one the marshmallow white.

purple is god tier

[am I really silly (really silly)] yes. sometimes. like inside my soul yes outside my soul not rly

[did you know

EDIT: I PRESSED SAVE DRAFT BUT APPARENTLY I PRESSED THE BUTTON TWICE AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT SORRY LOVE ILL ANSWER THE REST LATER

[cuqpidhearts]

Those demon slayer orchestra fanarts are clouding my brain so here are some demon slayer orchestra HCs

Tanjiro Kamado - Saxophone

Nezuko Kamado - Clarinet

Zenitsu Agatsuma - Violin

Inosuke Hashibira - Trumpet

Kanao Tsuyuri - French horn

Genya Shinazugawa - Viola

________________

Kyojuro Rengoku - Trombone

Tengen Uzui - Percussion

Mitsuri Kanroji - Baritone

Obanai Iguro - Oboe

Sanemi Shinazugawa - Bass

Shinobu Kochou - English horn

Muchiro Tokito - Cello

Giyuu Tomioka - Flute

Gyomei Himejima - Piano

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Kanae Kochou - Flute

Senjuro Rengoku - Piccolo

Bye! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

[warningsootgnfer1972]

About me! :>

hi hi!! I’m Maria :D I’m new to this whole tumblr thing so bare with me please ☹️

here are some facts about me so you can get to know me a little better!

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🎸 - im super in love with Green Day, they are my hyperfixation right now.. I saw them back in July and will be seeing them on the Saviors Tour!! 🩷🖤SAVIORS OUT JANUARY 19TH🖤🩷

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🐴 - I ride horses and this year, 2024, will be 8 years that I’ve been going to the farm!! i have three horses!

Cat (the oldest, he turns 28 this year!)

Skippy (Cats short and hot tempered boyfriend)

Daytona (the youngest, he pushes the old men around a lot ☹️)

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👾 - I play games like;

Forza Horizon 4

Minecraft

Fortnite (only for the guitar hero mode thing)

if you have any recommendations for games, please send them my way!! (I have an Xbox one s from 2018 please be kind to me) (I also have a Wii U and Wii)

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🖤 - I’m super into the punk scene.. I’m working on my ‘battle jacket’ now! I love punk bands so much, they hold a special place in my heart.

ex: U.K. Subs, Sex Pistols, The Clash, etc!!

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❤️ - I have a boyfriend, we’ve been together since December 21st, 2023. He’s literally the light of my life. (Apart from Cat and the horses, they come first) He gives me his hoodies, I give him my perfume..

He won’t ever admit it but he’s a HUGE softie for me. And my friend Parker, it was so cute to see that when Parker left he said “bye, love you guys!” And my boyfriend said “love you too..” (of course in a friendship way) AND IT LITERALLY MELTED MY HEART. He always asks if Parker is okay (he has a bit of a troubling home) and would probably kill someone for not only Parker, but me too. If he finds out I told you guys this, I’m dead meat. I love him so much, and everyday he always reminds me of just how much of an amazing person he is. He doesn’t think very highly of himself, which is crazy, but he’s an amazing person and I just need to shove that statement into that stupidly thick skull of his.

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🎸🎼🎶🎵🎧 - I play a fairly wide variety of instruments!

I’ve been playing clarinet for 6 years now, it’s my favorite (perfectly designed to fail) instrument. I play guitar, and have been for over a year now. I’m in marching band!! Here’s where the range kicks in..

I’ve played things like the bassoon to the harmonica, clarinet to guitar, recorder to piano… I’ll put a list of all the instruments (from what I can remember) that I’ve tried/played!

clarinet

bass clarinet

guitar

bass

saxophone

oboe

bassoon

harmonica

recorder

flute

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👁️👁️ - that’s all the facts I have about me so far.. not sure how much or when I’ll use this but I’ll come back every once in a while to update and tell you guys I’m not dead!

❤️❤️❤️ EAT FOOD DRINK WATER BE AWESOME KILL ALL WHO STAND IN YOUR WAY

- MARIA

[phantom-of-the-north]

So I was listening to The shrine/An argument and my cat was sitting between me and my laptop n she appeared somewhat bothered by the music cause she turned her ears away from it but it seemed tolerable enough because she remained where she was okay? but then it got to An argument and the second that fuckin bass clarinet solo started she got up IMMEDIATELY and ran to the opposite side of the room and STARED ANGRILY AT ME LMFAO

*bass clarinet in An argument*: kfbehrgejKefhrkdbrkrhecekrvrb3heekecebekehdHwjHcKhGJRDHHzhkvcjljbcxo

My cat: 😾 *bye* 🏃‍♀️

[a-fucking-tornado]

Actually, I added some categories bc yeah why not

I wanted to add more stuff but I've ran out of answer boxes and I'm too lazy to reblog again with another poll, so... Bye!

No nuance, you have to choose. Also there is a correct answer :)

[loveanddeathinterwined]

Suite for a Violin and Clarinet by AwkwardAnnie | fanfic rec.

'It's about us.' "How does it end?" 'I hope it doesn't.'

- Ch.5: Finale

One Archive of Our Own | Rated: General Audiences | M/M | Fandom: Sherlock Holmes | Word Count: 9165 (6 Ch.) | Language: English | Relationships: Johnlock (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson)

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Summary:

John finds a clarinet in a charity shop and discovers that some things are better said with music. Eventual Sherlock/John.

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[Click on pictures for higher quality.]

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This was made on Canva, if you want to find the pictures that I used, you can find it here!

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For those on the internet who wanna read this useless little section, as I spew my little notes about this fic. This fic, this piece of fanfiction, deadass made me want to practice. Now, for those reading, I play the viola (no, do not give me your slander /j), and I was in that moment of the school year where there is a drought of practicing. Where one doesn't practice for literal weeks. But, this little piece of writing inspired me. Inspired me. So, when you music people out there feel stuck, I suggest this fic. And also, with those little dashed lines on the violin...it took me legit 20 minutes to do. Anyway, have a great time reading, and drink lots of water. Bye~ ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾)