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Constant Companions Closeup #1: DYAD
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Hello everyone!! It's been a couple weeks and change since Constant Companions, my newest album, was released unto the world, and I've been genuinely blown away by the response. Genuinely, thank you to everyone who's been streaming, commenting, making mashups, changing their pfps and usernames - it means the world to me!
I wanted to give some of that love back with something people have been asking me a lot about - and, admittedly, something I love doing. Song explanations! Deep dives! Dropping the lore! Welcome... to the Constant Companions Closeups...
For the next eleven days, I'll be going into each track one by one and babbling about the process, inspiration, details, feelings, and thoughts behind each one! We're getting sappy. We're bearing our hearts. We're telling unfunny jokes. And we're starting with track one - DYAD (featuring unit.0)!
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Naturally, since this is the first track, it also serves as a great point to talk about my intention with this album as a whole!
I'll elaborate more on this with future tracks, but to me, there are really two main things that define the sonic progression of this album versus my previous work - guitars and vocal synths. Obviously, these things have been present in my work since I first started calling myself Jamie Paige, but Constant Companions is intended to be my overwrought, sappy confession of love to these two things that time and time again have made me simply want to make music. I love rock and I love Hatsune Miku dammit!!!
I had originally written this song in February of 2023 for a game-jam-esque online festival hosted by my friend Loni called HAPPY PARTY TRI, and at that time, I had found myself at a major crossroads. I had put out People Posture Play Pretend and :women_wrestling: the previous year, and while the response was nice, I was feeling listless and lost.
I love singing. I like my voice well enough. I certainly love writing music with lyrics!! But... there was something uniquely electrifying about using vocal synths. Amidst a lot of insecurity and emotional turmoil surrounding the process of making art and putting myself out into the world, it was one of the few things that just made everything feel right. Suddenly, I was making the same kind of music that had touched my heart so many times over.
Would it alienate people, though? Would I lose longtime listeners? Yes, that weighed on my mind more than I'd like to admit, but even more than that... I was worried I'd lose some part of myself, as silly as it sounds. Maybe what I thought was a bridge would become a barrier, and the messages I wanted to send across the gap would never find their way.
Ultimately, I felt that Dyad was the only kind of opener I could've possibly given this album, and a perfect fit for the album's motif. A dialogue between myself, stricken with loneliness and a lack of inertia running in circles, and that synthesized voice (ANRI Arcane my darling), grabbing the outstretched hand and asking a question I already know the answer to -
"Baby, do you know what you wanna hear?"
Yes, it's a love song, but it's not just for a person - it's a love song for the creative impulse, and for the places I wanted it to take me.
im resisting the urge to be jokingly dismissive of myself to diffuse tension but i still need to signal that the emotionally bare part of this is over so pretend im doing a funny little dance Anyways let's talk more technical stuff
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Like many of my songs, Dyad came together from a patchwork of different snippets and ideas I had laying around. The back half of the chorus - "dream together, we can dream together" - originally came from this idea I had jotted down something like 9 months prior, but ended up being a perfect fit for Dyad in basically every way. The verse snippet that I'd written to go with it got reused for a later song on Constant Companions as well! (I say without naming it, as if it isn't literally lifted wholesale from this demo and thus incredibly obvious)
I wasn't originally planning on brazenly quoting the bridge of a Tally Hall song when I set out to write this song, but while toying around with a bridge idea involving a shortened version of the pre-chorus melody, I realized I had inadvertently copied it anyways. I was going to scrap it... but at the request of my dear friend and certified Tally Hall lover Marcy Nabors, I made it an explicit reference. Which I'm fine with, personally! The first CD I ever owned was a copy of Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum my sister bought me all the way back in 2006 - You can pry that sentimental attachment from my cold, dead hands, TikTok kiddies.
Lastly - not really behind the scenes so much as just a shoutout - thank you to unit.0 for the lovely lead guitar work on this song!! He's been a beloved collaborator of mine for many, many years now, and one of the people who ultimately convinced me this direction was the right one to go in, so it means a lot to share this song with him. Go listen to his music!!! Now!!!!!!
That's about it for this song! Not to sound like a fucking YouTuber, but genuinely, if there are any details you'd like to hear more about, let me know and I might made a bonus post at the end of all this. Otherwise, thank you for listening! Tomorrow: Not Quite There, featuring telebasher!
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Sometimes Usopp has nightmares.
Not ones of his mom dyingâ no, those are no more than a dull ache now. But nightmares of being thrown at the feet of the man who single handedly started off the worst week of his life. Made him feel useless and broken.
Franky.
Usopp doesnât think Franky bothers to remember how they met. In the grand scheme of things, itâs not important, right? Theyâre on the same team now, on the WINNING team. Franky built them the best ship in the world, and even made Usopp a tribute to Merry with the mini merry.
But sometimes at night, heâs trapped in that moment again, where heâs thrown at the feet of the man who was head of the Franky Family, who looked down on him like he was dirt, and scoffed when Usopp demanded their berri back.
And it happens all over again; getting attacked, hit again and again until he feels the crack of his bones and darkness billows into his vision, until the last thing he sees is Franky, behind that iron mask he wore, looking down at Usopp with, somehow worst of all, INDIFFERENCE.
And Usopp wakes up with a gasp, clutching his heart, sweat pouring off of him, only to find Franky snoring peacefully in the bunk below him.
And somehow that. That hurts.
It shouldnât. Theyâve made amends. Theyâve reconciled. Franky has time and again wept with him and for him.
But that moment started off the worst week of Usoppâs life, and Usopp cannot help but wonder if everything wouldâve gone down differently if Frankyâs goons hadnât touched him. If heâd had the same time to process as everyone else, had heard the news with everyone else.
Would he have still left the crew? Fought Luffy?
The fight still haunts him. Heâs always been a useless failure of a pirate, butâ
Usoppâs just not sure why Luffy even let him back.
And as his thoughts spiral and his pounding heart rate slows, Usopp blinks crusted tears from his eyes and wishes, DESPERATELY wishes, that he could have just BEEN Franky from the beginning.
Heâs good with his hands. Maybe if he had just started studying to be a shipwright they never wouldâve gotten to that point. Frankyâs all but replaced him on the ship anyway, hasnât he? Heâs like everything that Usopp is, but better.
Stumbling out of his bunk, trying and failing to be quiet about it, Usopp slinks out of the bunk room and onto the deck. Itâs a night so foggy that not even the moon lights their path. The lanterns hung on either side of the door to the kitchen the only things casting hazy light.
Which is why he jumps out of his skin when Brook appears in front of him like a ghost in the night.
âYohohoho,â Brook laughs softly. âIâm sorry to have startled you, young master Usopp! I was simply out for a midnight stroll!â
Usopp blinks. âYouâre not on watch?â
âNo, it is our Captainâs turn right now. Heâs up in the crowâs nest. I was thinking I might play him a tuneâ Iâm not in need of much sleep these daysâ but perhaps you might be in need of it a bit more than him?â
Usopp doesnât feel in NEED of a tune. He feels in need of sticking his head in a bucket of ice water, perhaps, to get his thoughts out of the dark place theyâre spiraling towards. But he doesnât want to disappoint Brook. âSure,â he says. âWhat have you got cooking up?â
Brookâs violin is out in a heartbeatâ although he has no heartâ and after a few tuning notes, he begins a slow, deep rendition of Binkâs SakĂŠ. Usopp recognizes the melody but Brook has managed to turn it almost into a funeral dirge. Something mournful, crying out.
He feels like heâs intruding just by listening to it.
When the song is finished, Brook seems to breathe out (can he do that?) and with his breath his whole skeleton collapses down, like a marionette with all but one of its strings cut.
âI think, sometimes,â says Brook, âthat I am not worthy of being the one who survived.â
Usopp wants to jump to his defense, tell him that Brook is NEEDED and NECESSARY and they COULDNâT DO THIS WITHOUT HIM.
But he remembers how empty those words sounded in the moment as Chopper yelled them, as Usopp left the crew on Water 7. Like empty appeasing platitudes.
âI thinkâŚâ Usopp says, slowly, carefully, âthat worthiness isnât something that matters, in the end.â
Heâs sitting on the deck, the chill numbing his feet. Brook goes to sit, gingerly, next to him.
âI think that the only thing that actually matters are the choices you makeâ and not EVERY choice. But the most recent choices.â He peters off for a moment. Brook looks especially creepy in the fog. âWhatever happened that led to you being here doesnât matter. What matters is your choice now. And tomorrow. What matters is continuing on.â
He doesnât believe it, not really. His choices haunt him. Every lie haunts him.
âI donât make good choices,â he concedes, looking down at his calloused hands. âBut I want to. Iâm trying.â
Even if he doesnât want to keep trying, sometimes.
Brook leans back, silent as a ghost for a moment, and then, quietly, âI know you are, master Usopp. You are not as lost as you think.â
Usopp doesnât say anything after that.
Brook doesnât either.
The morning comes with hot sun and the pounding of feet across the deck. Usopp wakes with a crick in his neck and shade over his eyes.
He blinks, inhaling the scent of pancakes. As his vision clears, he realises heâs only able to have slept so long because a straw hat had been placed over his head, hiding his face from the worst of the morning sun.
Usopp groans.
He pulls it lower, hiding the heat in his cheeks
âItâs the choices you make today,â he tells himself. âNot the old ones. Just the ones today and tomorrow and tomorrow.â
Because maybe if he tells himself that everyday, someday heâll even believe it.
And until then, he can lie.
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Hereâs a little review of Zepp Haneda - Dir en grey Who is this hell for tour 2024
In the morning i took a wrong train and almost ended in Yokohama, lmao. In the end i was there around 10:40 and we got the merch tickets.
After that we met up with a few people and had some food. The cafe/bar we went too was blasting Dir all day and played their pvs inside too, it was surreal but very cute.
Visnu brought the art books and it was so cool to see them irl before she put them in the gift box𼰠everyone worked so hard!! Go check out #SilverCoinProject if you havenât! Iâm not an artist i send in some pictures hehe. Thereâs also a picture in there of my gifts.. maybe iâll post them later on social media now i have given them.
So we walked around a bit and went to the torii my friend recommended, but they were doing construction work right around it so it was a bit noisy.
When it was time for merch we found out todays sticker was Kaoru!! I hoped a shiny but unfortunately just normal ones. Still cute.
I bought more merch for friends and some standees, did some trading with other japanese fans and some gift exchange 𼰠honestly everyone has been so nice and sweet.
We god dinner before the show and i started to get nervous again.. we split up waiting because we had different numbers and i was very focused on the counting haha.
I had 235 for vip which got me⌠6th row maybe? Second barrier in zepp. Which was.. i had hoped for a bit closer but it is what it is.
Again i was between Kaoru and Kyo and looked at them most. Shinya wore his white outfit, Die also wore a white outfit. I think Toshiya was all black? He wore the shorts with something on top and dramatic separate sleeves.
Kaoru looked amazing! He was in all black. Black dress shirt with big collar. Wearing a small, wide black tie. His waistcoat thing and trousers/shorts were the same texture/print. The waistcoat was much more wide/baggy and shorter in the front and longer in the back. I think it had 2 rows of 3 buttons on it. The shorts were just passed his knees and veryy wide with big pockets on the sides. He wore black leggings with them again. Black dr martens and i think socks?
His hair was pulled back in a little ponytail and he had two strands loose in the front. One behind his ear and one just loose. He had the usual make up, little fangs, eyeliner and dark shading especially around his head. He was the only one that didnât change for the encore.
Kyo wore the same simple outfit. I still couldnât make out the tat very well, but thought i could discern some points to it.. Visnu later mentioned she thinks itâs either like a little star or a cross?
He wore low black doc martens this time.
His voice was just đŻfrom the start. They seemed more energetic/relaxed than the first show (which was still really good btw). He did some dancing (god heâs so tiny..) and moved around and took his earpieces out to listen to the crowd sing/shout. Closer to the end he pointed at two people, one right ahead of me. I think one of them had made a tattoo like him and he was smiling? Cute.
Also HELLOOO obscure was so awesome. It was the more recent version which i personally prefer. It was so cool!! And i mentioned this on twitter already but Kaoru didnt do much wahwah but he did grunt along with tsumi no kisei and was doing tough guy act to the crowd and singing along with a song (sorry cant remember which) for a long but, it was really cute. They switched sides once i think. My friends said there was almost a twin towers collision but i didnt see.
After the last song (Eddie), Kyo did a big smile and said âbye byeâ and he was off.
Shinyaâs drumstick landed right next to my foot but i was busy looking at Kaoruđđđ(he was also throwing stuff). Then girl next to me notices a tiny but before me and bend down to grab it, but it was fine i mosty found it funny i missed it cos i was going đď¸ at Kao.
Everyone but Kyo also threw a tour towel.. maybe shinya didnt? Im not sure. Toshiya was smiling and put his face in it before tossing it in the crowd lol. Kaoru also threw it near the front and Die tied a knot in it again and pitched it to the back of the venue lol.
So good live! Girls around me were lively but i was standing at a bit of a dead area in the crowd?? I liked both citta and zepp even though the vibes were different. (Citta was def more intense)
After the show we got the vip bags! Theyâre very cute. And now i try and recover a little before heading to Kyoto.
#kyo#dir en grey#kaoru#亏#čŤ#toshiya#die#shinya#who is this hell for tour 2024#dir en grey live review#dir en grey review#zepp haneda
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i would like to post a playlist on this fine aro awareness day
it was compiled from a mix of my own music and submissions from my friends and followers. the criteria to get on the playlist is:
-no mention of romance
-has lyrics (that are primarily in english)
-fandom-related songs are allowed but ONLY if they are fully understandable with no knowledge of the source material
-joke songs are *allowed* but kept to a bit of a minimum bc otherwise they'd both overtake the playlist
-^similar deal w multiple songs by the same artist
-"love songs" that are confirmed to actually be platonic/familial by the creator are allowed and encouraged
-songs about giving up on/denying romance will NOT be added because that counts as mentioning romance. UNLESS the artist themself is out as aro
song suggestions in the replies are encouraged BUT check the lyrics first bc a lot of people miss stuff and end up submitting songs w romantic verses. (also, submit individual songs, not artists). and if they fit the above criteria and i personally like them, i will add them (this may take a while if i get a ton of recs tho)
#eliot posts#aromantic#aro#aroace#i HOPE i listened to all of the song recs that ppl sent me last time bc i know a few got lost#but a lot of them were artist recommendations and it was like okay cool but i don't know where to start#aldo songs where it's ambiguous if it's about a romantic partner will be taken w a grain of salt and be up to personal discretion#*also#i recommend picking a random song in the middle and starting there instead of starting at the beginning#so not everyone just listens to the same few songs at the start#queued post
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thumbnail that says "staying in my band until I feel appreciated" and the video is 3 years long
#I'm the only girl and I'm also the bassist so I'm automatically the most forgotten member#if i was attractive I'd be the most important member bc I'd be A Girl Bassist but I'm not so I'm just the bassist who is a girl#and they post photos with me cropped out without realising#and I'm not even on the recordings it's the guitarist playing my parts#and the amount of times we've been on stage and they've started playing the next song before I've even finished tuning#and they in general never listen to my ideas and then a few months later someone thinks of the same thing and everyone's like wow#and i live the furthest away#and the only reason I'm still in the band is bc they're basically my only connection to uni left#and my only social interactions bc all my friends that live near me have full time jobs and are never free#and also bc i want at least one bit of physical or digital or audible proof that i was even in the band for 3 years#fuck even when the guitarist's sister drives the drummer to a gig he's like omg thank you soooo much really appreciate it#but when i had to go out of my way that one time to pick him up in the rain to bring him back to where i was and ruining all my#morning plans i didn't even get a weak thank you#but i'm the bassist and the girl so it's fine#anyway once we (if we ever) release a song with me actually playing on it i'll probably leave#except we've been a band for sort of 3 years depending on when you consider the beginning to be (it was 2021 anyway) and we still haven't#released anything bc none of them can make a decision#like neither can i usually but i'm alright at it in a group if everyone else is too indecisive#but again they won't ever listen to me#my sister works for a record label and she says our social media is awful (and she's right) and it's literally her industry she knows what#would work well and stuff. but i'd have to be the one to pass on the message and they wo#n't 3bebr ksjtnen toc me chjsjskwjfhwidjd#anywayyyy#ramble
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`¡ . ๨ৠOTAKU HOT GIRL !
๨ৠsummary: âI like a tall woman with a nice big ass, haha.â Shocked faces turned to the pink-haired boy, not expecting such blunt honesty. âJust sayinâ.â
Out of sheer curiosity, Todo leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. âGot an example?â
WARNINGS: smut, male masturbation, lewd language and thoughts, overstimulation, sub-ish!yuji itadori, semi-public, use of pet names (puppy & ma'am) aged-up characters, whimpering, obsessed!yuji itadori, reader is mentioned like a person with big ass and tall, and lmk if i missed smth!
๨ৠa/n: guess who's back baby! i listened to megan's new song and couldn't resist writing for my golden boy after hearing his voice omfg... đŤ i'm still a lil rusty and this might be short (1.4k words) but owmawgawd, this got meee
âI like a tall woman with a nice big ass, haha.â Shocked faces turned to the pink-haired boy, not expecting such blunt honesty. âJust sayinâ.â
Out of sheer curiosity, Todo leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. âGot an example?â The room filled with mixed reactions, some intrigued and others apprehensive. They were already tired of his daily talk about Jennifer Lawrence. Who could he possibly like more than her?
The boy smirked, leaning back casually. âLike the new grade one sorcerer from Kyoto, [Y/N] [L/N]...â
A collective gasp echoed through the room. Everyone knew about you, the formidable new sorcerer who had quickly risen through the ranks. But hearing that someone admired you in that way was a revelation.
He flashed back to the first time he met you. The memory was vivid. It was during a joint training session between the Tokyo and Kyoto schools. You had walked in with an air of confidence that immediately caught his attention. Tall, strong, and undeniably sexy, you had an aura that made it impossible for him to look away.
From the moment you started sparring, he was entranced. Every move you made was precise, powerful, and graceful. He could barely focus on his own training, his eyes constantly drifting towards you. When you finally spoke to him, your voice was low and sultry, asking for a sparring match. He was so flustered that all he could manage was a shaky âyes maâam,â despite you being the same age.
The sparring match was intense, the air thick with tension. He gave it his all, but you were relentless. Each of your strikes was met with awe and admiration. By the end, he was exhausted and utterly defeated, but he didnât mind. He was too impressed by your skill and the way your body moved.
After that day, you became a frequent topic of his thoughts. He admired not just your beauty, but your fierce dedication and prowess as a sorcerer. Every time he saw you, he couldnât help but be reminded of how captivated he was by you. His fantasies about you became more vivid, more intense, fueled by the memory of your close combat and the way your body pressed against his.
âSo yeah,â he continued, snapping back to the present. âThatâs my type.â
The room fell silent, the other boys processing his words. Some were still shocked, others nodded in understanding like Panda and Todo. It was clear that his admiration for you went beyond mere physical attraction. It was rooted in genuine respect and a desire that bordered on obsession.
You and he had been talking for a few months now, and his clear attraction to you only grew stronger with each passing day. Your casual conversations and shared laughter were becoming the highlight of his days. Sometimes, during joint training sessions between the two schools, he found it increasingly difficult to focus. His eyes would wander towards you, watching the way your body moved with precision and strength. The mere sight of you was enough to send a surge of desire through him, making it impossible to concentrate. On more than one occasion, he had to leave the training area, his cheeks flushed and a raging erection straining against his pants. The frustration was palpable, but he couldnât help it. You had a hold on him that was both thrilling and torturous.
He had to leave training again just to find some privacy in the restroom, where he urgently pleasured himself through his pants, softly moaning your name. The need had become insatiable, every thought consumed by the image of youâyour intoxicating smile, the curve of your hips, and the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders.
In the quiet sanctuary of the restroom, he leaned against the cool tiles, his breath hitching with each stroke. With trembling hands, he hastily undid his pants, revealing his throbbing cock already slick with anticipation. His mind replayed every encounter with you, from the shared glances to the moments when your eyes held a tantalizing promise.
Despite the overwhelming sensation after coming once, he couldn't resist the need to relieve himself. His hand moved almost mechanically over his throbbing cock, slick with his own essence. The thought of your touch, your fingers wrapped around him instead of his own, consumed him. He imagined how much better it would feel, how your soft, skilled hands would bring him to the brink and beyond.
As his hand wrapped around his pulsating shaft, he couldn't suppress a low groan. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. Starting slow, he savored every sensation, but the ache only intensified. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his fantasies blending seamlessly with reality in a haze of desire.
Soft, needy moans escaped his lips, mingling with the sound of his rapid breaths. He imagined your touchâdelicate yet commanding, expertly teasing him to the brink. His cock twitched at the thought, pre-cum slickening his fingers as he quickened his pace.
Lost in the moment, he couldn't help but fantasize about how your lips would feel against his skin, your hands exploring every inch of him with a hunger that matched his own. The idea of you taking control, guiding him with a firm touch, made him shudder with anticipation.
His movements grew more urgent, chasing that elusive release. He could almost feel you there with him, your presence palpable in the confined space. With a guttural moan, he finally spilled over the edge, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. He rode the wave of pleasure, his body trembling as he emptied himself, gasping for breath.
But even as he came for second time, his body continued to react, hypersensitive to every touch. He overstimulated himself, prolonging the pleasure and pushing himself to the brink of overwhelming sensation. Despite the intensity, he couldn't stop, his hand moving almost mechanically, seeking that final, blissful release.
As he leaned against the cool tiles, spent and still trembling, he couldn't shake the lingering desire for more. The fantasy of you lingered in his mind, fueling a hunger that would not easily be sated. He knew that the next time he saw you, every glance, every word exchanged would hold a newfound intensity, a longing that burned deeper than ever before.
Curiosity got the best of you as you entered the restroom in search of Yuuji, wondering why he had abruptly left practice. It had been unlike him to disappear without a word, and you couldnât shake the concern that something might be wrong. Pushing open the door, you were met with the unexpected sight of him sprawled on the cool, tiled floor. His pants were pooled around his ankles, and his toned abs and hands were slick and glistening with his own release. Despite the aftermath, his cock stood proudly erect, a conflicted expression etched on Yuuji's face as he stared at it, small whimpers escaping his lips in his desperate quest for release once more.
The air in the restroom was heavy with the musky scent of arousal, adding to the charged atmosphere. Yuujiâs eyes, normally vibrant with energy and mischief, now held a mix of embarrassment and raw need. He looked up at you, his gaze pleading silently for understanding and perhaps even assistance.
You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. His vulnerability in this moment was palpable, and you found yourself drawn to him despite the unexpectedness of the situation. Slowly, you approached him, the click of your shoes against the tile echoing softly in the silence. As you knelt beside him, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed with desire and frustration.
He whispered your name, thinking all of this was a dreamâ Tentatively, your hand trailed down his chest, fingers ghosting over the slick, sensitive skin. His breath hitched at your touch, a mix of anticipation and relief flooding his features. "Please," he begged, his voice strained with desire. "Poor puppyâ leaving training just because hormones got the best of him." He whimpered at the pet name you used, your hand now gently caressing his balls, catching him off guard and eliciting a loud moan that made you quickly cover his mouth with your hand.
"Shh, puppy," you whispered, your tone teasing yet commanding. "We wouldn't want others to hear what a needy slut you are, would we?" His eyes widened, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he shook his head frantically.
"Good boy," you cooed, your touch firm yet reassuring, knowing exactly how to play him.
pt2?
#jujutsu kaisen smut#yuuji smut#yuuji itadori smut#yuji itadori#yuji itadori smut#yuji smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk#jjk x reader#yuji x reader#itadori yuuji#yuuji itadori#yuji itadori x reader#jjk fanart#itadori smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader#geto suguru smut
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SO AMERICAN! | where you meet tsukishima andâwow you are so american.
⍠â currently playing⌠olivia rodrigo
warnings â profanity, reader is learning japanese and is american if u couldnt tell! reader is called pretty
pairing â tsukishima x fem!reader
a/n â hashtag semi hiatus! anyways i was reading an ao3 fic while listening to this song and it sparked smth in me so enjoy! (did my research on culture shocks btw guys!!)
word count â 571
Youâre smiling at him like you know him.
Tsukishima doesnât know you. Heâs just seen you for the first time when you walked into the gymâpresumably to become the manager for the club next year.
Itâs starting to worry him, you havenât been properly introduced, only your eyes have met a few times, yet you donât hesitate to smile every time you make contact.
Youâre not in the same class. But he can tell by your mannerisms that youâre a foreign student. You talk a little louder than most, and your Japanese is accented but not enough where he canât understand.
He knows heâs spot on when you go to greet Daichi with a handshake, he can see you firmly grip his hand which catches him off guard.
Y/n. Thatâs your name.
Itâs a pretty name he admits to himself, youâre a pretty girl so it fits. He doesnât acknowledge thatâor tries not to.
Youâre standing in front of the whole team being introduced to everyone, waving and smiling like youâre old friends.
He can see from his peripheral vision when they all bow that youâre unsure of what to do. You awkwardly tilt your body down too, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.
Itâs cute.
Heâs disgusted by himself, he thinks that something is up with him.
Shaking his head, he starts his warmups.
He tries not to keep his eye on you, but he canât help it.
Youâre holding a clipboard now, there's a paper on it he canât see, but he can tell by your furrowed brows that youâre still struggling a bit with reading.
Making an excuse for himself, he walks up to where his water bottleâluckily right next to where you are, turns around and takes a sip of it. Heâs standing right next to you now, reading the same paper as him.
Your eyes scan left to right on the paper, he laughs.
Whipping your head over, you ask, âIs something wrong?â
âRight to left, we read right to left.â He speaks a little slower than his usual paceâhoping you wouldnât be offended.
You arenât a smile grows on your face instead. âOh my goshâI was wondering what was wrong this whole time!â You laugh at yourself, thanking him quietly before restarting, eyes moving right to left this time.
âYouâre so american.â He mutters, a chuckle comes out of him as he says it.
âIs that a compliment?â You ask, the paper is discarded now, your full attention is on him.
âWhatever you want it to be.â
You roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it, âWhatever Kei.â
He doesnât miss the fact that youâve called him Kei instead of his surname. He brushes it off as another mistake, youâre new to the country after all.
Later he hears you complimenting âKageyama and Hinataâ, your voice is still louder than what a normal student speaks, and youâre gushing about their skills, to their faces. But then he looks over at you, and you two make eye contact.
He almost misses how you wink at him, it's a teasing one but it still makes his heart flutter. Then as quickly as you looked over, you looked away, a bright smile present on your face while you talked to his other teammates.
Itâs definitely not fair of you to make him feel this much. Because he might just fall in love.
yenqa Š please do not copy, steal or translate.
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â [Bed Chem | Spencer Reid]
Pairing~ Spencer Reid x Singer!Reader
Genre~ fluff, very suggestive
Word Count~ 2.2k
Warnings~ sexual innuendos, spencer being an awkward cutie
a/n~ very fluffy and cute but also VERY suggestive, and I know some of the lyrics down match up with spence so pls dont hate me also I just used a photo of sab so dont hate me it was just to visualize!!! also NOT PROOFREAD!!!! also I added links to visualize for me people who are visual-izers lol k have fun!
part 1!! part 2!!
(Narrator POV)
Penelope had gathered everyone in her apartment for her usual get-together, but this time, she seemed particularly excited about something. She wouldnât stop grinning, and none of the team could get a straight answer about what they were about to listen to. Spencer would rather be at home with you, since days that you're in Virginia are scarce, but you insisted he hang out with his friends. He sat in Penelopeâs apartment excited for the night to be over so he could return home to you.
âCome on, Babygirl, spill it,â Derek said, giving her an exasperated look. âWhatâs this surprise? Is it a podcast? Audiobook? Something crime-related?â
âOh, it's so much better than that!â Penelope said with a mischievous look in her eye. âItâs music! A new artist Iâm obsessed with. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n and she's so amazing youâre going to love her! Weâre listening to her new album Short nâ Sweet, she only has a performance out for Bed Chem so weâre going to start off with that!â
The fact that she had chosen your album had made Spencer uncharacteristically nervous, and now that Penelope was about to press play on a song about him, his unease was starting to become visible. Spencer stiffened beside Derek, his fingers nervously twitching at his sides. He knew this album very well. Penelope pressed play, and the first beats of âBed Chemâ by you started filling the room. The sultry intro immediately set the tone, and Spencer swallowed hard. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. Of all the songs.
I was in a sheer dress the day that we met
We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec
Your friend hit me up so we could connect
And what are the odds? You sent me a textâŚ
Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOoh, this sounds fun.â JJ nodded along, smiling. âItâs catchy.â But it wasnât long before the lyrics kicked in, and as Spencer listened to the opening lyrics he recalled how you two met:
Flashback
(Y/n POV)
âListen, I know I have all these things to do but I just need time ok? The album needs something, I am not at all ready for it to come out. It's literally all just sad, and there needs to be something else apart from it. Nat, please just a few more months and you can release it no matter what- oh my, i'm so sorry that was totally my fault!â I exclaimed seeing coffee spill all over the coat of the stranger in front of me. My phone fell on the ground between us landing under the books that had slipped from his hand. I look up and am met with big brown eyes that look like chocolate I can just melt in.
The stranger in front of me gasped slightly, looking down at his now coffee-stained coat. "No, no, it's okay!" he reassured me, his voice soft but flustered as he knelt down to gather his fallen books. I crouched quickly, reaching for my phone that had landed just beneath one of his thick textbooks.
âIâm really sorry,â I said again, glancing up at him once again as our hands brushed while reaching for the same book. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I was struck by how gentle his expression was, despite the mess I had made.
He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that made my heart skip a beat. "Really, it's fine," he said, handing me the phone. "Accidents happen." I let out a small, relieved laugh, grateful he wasnât upset. âIâll buy you a new coat or at least pay for the dry cleaning. Seriously, Iâm-â
âYou donât have to do that,â he interrupted, standing up and shaking his head. âItâs just coffee. I can clean it up.â I straightened, still feeling embarrassed. âAt least let me buy you a coffee. You know, to replace the one I spilled.â I offered, hoping to make up for my clumsiness. He looked at me for a moment, considering it, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. âAlright. But only if youâll let me grab a seat and hear why youâre so stressed out.â He motioned towards the phone I had been mid-conversation with when we collided. I blinked, surprised by his easy going nature. "Deal," I said, smiling cheekily up at him âBut, uh... I didnât catch your name.â He extended a hand. "Spencer. Spencer Reid."
I shook his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as I introduced myself. âNice to meet you, Spencer. I'm Y/n.â
Flashback Over
And now the next thing I know, I'm like
Manifest that you're oversized
I digress, got me scrollin' likeÂ
Out of breath, got me goin' like
Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like
Ooh, maybe it's all in my head
But I bet we'd have really good bed chem
Spencerâs stomach dropped as the next set of lyrics filled the room. Penelope was still humming along, enjoying the vibe of the song, completely oblivious to the growing nervousness inside of him.ââManifest that you're oversized... Out of breath, got me goin' like...ââ Penelope sang along under her breath. She glanced over at Spencer and caught him staring at the floor, his body stiff.Â
âOh, this oneâs so good! Itâs got that flirty energy.â Derek laughed. âItâs catchy, for sure. I wonder who the song is about though?â He grinned, âBet the dude is feelinâ pretty lucky.â Spencer's breath hitched as the chorus started
How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense
How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things, that's bed (bed) chem (chem)Â
How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessedÂ
Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good
Spencerâs mind was racing as the sound of your voice fills the room. He knew everyone was at ease and him being stiff and sweating was putting a spotlight on him. Emily let out a low chuckle as the suggestive lyrics played. âThis girl is something else. I donât know who sheâs singing about, but they must be good.â She raised an eyebrow, half-joking, but Spencer could feel his heart racing.
Come right on me I mean, camaraderieÂ
Said you're not in my timezone, but you wanna beÂ
Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?Â
See it in my mind, let's fulfil the prophecy Ooh (ah)Â
He takes in a sharp breath at the racy lyrics. His pulse quickened, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The team continued to listen, oblivious to the internal panic flooding his body. Each line felt more like a spotlight aimed directly at him. Derek let out a low whistle, eyebrows raising at the suggestive turn in the song. âDamn. This song is getting real interesting.â He laughed at Spencerâs uncomfortable state, completely unaware of the significance behind it.
JJ chuckled, swaying her head to the beat. âI love how bold she is! Whoever this song is about⌠they are very lucky.â Spencerâs hands gripped the edge of his seat, his face heating up. He could feel Emilyâs eyes subtly watching him from across the room. He wasnât sure how much longer he could endure this.
Who's the cute guy with the wide, brown eyes and the big bad, mmm, like?Â
Ooh (ah) I know it sound a bit redundantÂ
But I bet we'd have really good bed chem
As the song ended Spencer let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding in, thankful that the song was over. âWhat's up, pretty boy? Couldn't handle a pretty girl singing bout bad things?â Derek teased him, throwing an arm around his shoulders, his grin wide. As he was about to respond his phone rang, Spencerâs heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with your name and contact photo, one of you smiling brightly. The entire team froze, their eyes slowly shifting from the phone to Spencer, then back to the phone.
Derekâs grin widened even more, his teasing now taking on a new level. âWell, well, well⌠Look who it is.â he said, still keeping his arm draped over Spencerâs shoulder. âIs this the mystery girl you've been so secretive about these past few months?â Penelope's eyes widened in excitement. âOh my gosh, Spencer! Are you going to answer? You have to answer.â JJ leaned in closer, a sly smile tugging at her lips. âThis explains a lot, actually,â she said, glancing from Spencer to the phone, Emily finished her sentence. âEspecially that song.â Spencer shook his head trying to hide his blush as he answered the phone.
âHey Y/nâ
âHey lover, you havin fun?â
âYeah, uh, the night took an interesting turnâŚâ
âOh? How so?â
âYeah, uh so Penelope invited us over and turns out it was a listening party⌠for your albumâŚâ
âOh- that hilarious oh myâ
âYeah and they just heard Bed Chem and they saw you called meâŚâ
âOh my- HAHA thats so funny whatttâ
âYeah, they wanna meet you now.â
âWell good because I've been wanting to meet them! Can you finally introduce us?â
âAlright well I guess itâs time. You're my person, I want you to meet my family.â
âWell I can't wait. What about you invite them to my concert next weekend in DC and we can go to dinner afterwards?â
âSounds perfect, like you, I'll see you at home I love you.â
âLove you too. See ya loverâ
Spencer returned to the group after hanging up, slipping his phone into his pocket. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the warmth from your call still lingered on his face. As he sat down, the team was waiting for him, grins plastered across their faces, eyes twinkling with mischief. Derek was the first to break the silence, leaning in with a smirk. âSo, pretty boy, you and Y/n Y/l/n, huh? Sounds like sheâs got you all wrapped up in that album.â
Spencer shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the others, who were clearly holding back their laughter. âI didnât know we were having a listening party,â he mumbled, trying to divert the attention. âDidnât know? Or didnât plan on being exposed?â Emily teased, raising an eyebrow. Penelope gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. âI mean, Spencer Reid as a muse for a song about that? Honestly, Iâm living for this.â Spencerâs face flushed deep red. âItâs not exactly like that-â
âOh, come on, Spence!â JJ finally chimed in, laughing. âEven you have to admit itâs a little funny.â Spencer looked down at his hands, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âOkay... maybe itâs a little funny.â The team erupted into laughter, the tension in the air easing as they continued to tease him, but in a much lighter, more affectionate way. âYou really had us going there, man,â Derek chuckled, shaking his head. âDidnât expect you two.â
Spencer sighed, still smiling despite the embarrassment. âI didnât expect it either... but, you know, Iâm really lucky to have her.â
âAnd clearly, sheâs lucky to have you, too,â Emily added, her teasing softening into something more sincere. âYou two make a great pair.â Spencer looked up at her, grateful for her words. âThanks, Emily.â
âShe uh, invited all of you to her concert next week and dinner afterwards so you guys can finally meet.â A mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice. âShe's been asking for a while but I've been nervous but she's really important to me. I really love her, you guys, and youre my family. It's time for you guys to meet.â He nodded sincerely.Â
Penelope was the first to speak, âOh my god, yes please I wasnât able to get tickets that amazing! And I cannot wait to meet her!â Her voice was laced with excitement. JJ smiled brightly, nudging Spencerâs shoulder playfully. âLook at you! Having a secret girlfriend. I love it. Iâm so happy for you, Spencer!â Emily beamed, her gaze softening. âYou two sound like a perfect match. I canât wait to meet her. Itâs about time you brought someone special around.â Derek raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin forming on his lips. âSo, what are you saying, Reid? Are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend or what? Does she have any friends for me?â Spencer rolled his eyes but couldnât help but smile. âI am not setting you up, but I know youâll love her. Sheâs the sweetest person ever. Just be nice, okay?âÂ
âI canât make any promises,â Derek joked, chuckling. âSeriously, though,â Emily said, her tone turning more sincere. âWeâre really happy for you, Spence. Itâs great to see you so happy.â He nodded, his heart swelling with affection for you and gratitude for his friends. âThanks, guys. I really appreciate it.â
The conversation continued, filled with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming concert. As the banter resumed, Spencer couldnât shake the feeling of joy bubbling within him. He knew that sharing this part of his life with his team was important, and he couldnât wait for you to meet the people who meant so much to him. Later that evening, as he headed home, he found himself smiling at the thought of seeing you. He couldn't wait to show you how much he cared about you and how much he wanted you to be a part of his world.
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Wanna Make You Mine â {Feat. Minji}
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A/N: Hi, itâs been a while! I felt like I should write and post something, and here it is. This was not written in my best condition, but itâs Minjiđ. Honored to have had @chunksworld as a beta-reader and an editor! If you find some amazingly well-written sentences most likely itâs from him hahaâşď¸ Enjoy!
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It was a few days ago when rain poured heavily, unexpectedly leading to one of the hottest encounters you have ever experienced in your life. And the more you reminisce, the bigger your smile grows, bittersweetly. If someone told you it was a dream, youâd buy that. A fever dream, albeit a short one. But it hasan everlasting lingering image carved in your heart. It was fire-hot, it was ice-cold. Like bubble gum you savor it when it tastes sweet, but it diminishes when the sweet is gone.
The day you forgot your umbrella is a day you will never, ever forget. It was a surprise, a super hot one to you. And like a hit-and-run, it stuns you, and then leaves, barely leaving any marks.
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You donât precisely remember since when, but thereâs something about her that made her stand out to you. Multiple times you caught her looking your way then quickly avoiding your eyesâit happened enough for you to sense how unusual it is.Â
Itâs not because she stands out; she doesnât. She is considered by many as a model student and everyone likes her. Acing quizzes, straight Aâs and with a courteous manner. She was given every admirable virtue in her heart, and radiates it like itâs her body odor. A waking proof that humans can be perfect. But sheâs not the one to boast about it, keeping down peopleâs envy in the level of admiration and friendliness.Â
For you, Kim Minji is just another student who happens to be in the same school as you. Sometimes you get a nod as a sign of greeting from her and sometimes she just passes by. Still, everytime you run into her, her tranquil smile tells you how she became the model student that she is. Not a single person in this school would succeed in disliking her. You see how everyone says hi to her just to hear it back. And with no exception, she does. To you, too, of course. Sometimes she says âhiâ first, and sometimes you do.Â
A respectable student. Thatâs it. Nothing less, nothing more.
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Today it is raining. At this point, itâs plausible that God knows you didnât bring your umbrella for the third time this month. Third time you brought an extra tumbler, third time you left your umbrella at home, and the third time it rained. Youthink of repenting but deep in your mind you know God owes you a big apology, not the other way around.
The downpour is heavy so you decide to wait in school knowing that it will die down in a few minutes, well that's what you hope because you don't want to risk getting any of your stuff wet.
You are and have always been a quiet kid in schoolâan introvert. Just the right amount of friends, not really prone to being bullied, a surprisingly average amount of female interactions and above-average grades. Just one of those boys who loves listening to music, watching movies and a bunch of other things.
Canât spend a rainy day without music on your headphones, can you? Plus, itâs just you in this big hallway so you wear it and turn the jazzy classics on while you stroll lazily along the windows. You blindly step to the comforting rhythm of the song watching the droplets kiss the window. Guess you won't blame God for the rain this time.Â
You look at the dark gray concrete walls, white window frames, bright gray limestone floor, and the wooden doors of the classrooms you walk by. With the music flowing through your ears and rain crashing on the windows right in front of you, even the gloomy colors of the school building looks rather comforting.
So you walk, and walk, and walk until youâre back in front of your classroom. The rain has become a lot more silent than when it started and itâll get dark soon. You want to spend your Friday evenings at home and not in school.
The rain will have stopped by the sunset and theair would beclean then. You wouldnât want to miss the glow of the setting sun with such a crystal clear sky. You imagine the view itâd give you, which songs would be perfect to listen to and you just canât hold a smile back.Â
âOh! Oh⌠heyâŚâ When you open the door, Minji is frightened by you. She looks disheveled from head to toe. Her hair is frazzled, her face ruddy, her breath heavy. But whatâs more desecrating is that her shirt is open, her unblemished midriff has a layer of sweat-like liquid coating it, taint on her gray bra. All of it is sent to your brain to process, which causes it to cease functioning for a second.
âD-donât mind me.â Then she rushes to what you assume to be the restroom Kim Minji, who has never even opened a button of her shirt in school before and yet you just saw her bare belly. Youâre blushing, trying not to think about it but you fail miserably. It feels dirty to be like thisâshe isnât one of those provocative types of girls to you⌠or she wasnât.
But you canât explain why sheâs so frantic with her skin so exposed. Why was she so out of breath and sweaty? Why was she so surprised to see you and then proceeded to rush outside the classroom?
Has she been sacred or sanctimonious? Has she been exemplary or errant?
You know itâs a rash judgment.
You step inside the classroom then walk over to your seat where you find an oddly-placed puddle on the desk. Not as big as a spilled bottle of water, not as small as the drool you usually make when you doze off with your face buried in your arms during class.
You examine it by dipping your finger on it.
Definitely not water.
Then what?
âWhat's this?â You find a blue switch and pick it up.Â
âHey,â Flabbergasted, you turn around so quickly that it slips out of your grip. It's Minji who's standing at the door frame, leaning slightly on the wall.Â
Her shirt is still open, and so are the stains on her bra and her messy hair. It seems like she didn't tidy herself up in the bathroom.Â
âDid you spill something on my desk, Minji?â For the moment you think that's what happened. Every clue provided to you is telling you just one thing, and you're pretty sure you got it right. Maybe she'll apologize, and you're going to say it's nothing and help her clean it up. She'll then thank you and say you're such a nice person.
Well, it sure is a possible series of normal things to happen.Â
Unless Kim Minji brings a crazy plot twist for the two of you only.
âNo, I didn't.â And step by step she approaches you. The way she walks draws your eyes to her slick legs and the uniform skirt she's wearing: dark gray as always. But it hangs way higher than usual, so high and short that you almost catch a glimpse of her underwear.
You're just standing there still, wondering why sheâs acting unprecedentedly strange. You donât even recognize that sheâs already just in front of you. Youâre trying your best not to look at her breasts even when she slowly squats down to the floor.
âYou dropped this.â You realize when Minji hands it to you that it is a switch. That she wants it in your hand and that she wants to see you flick your finger on it and turn it on.
âMinji, is thisâŚ?â There is only a shy grin on her face. Swear to god, you didnât even imagine in your dreams that such a thing would happen to you. Youâre yet to escape the stage of denial, to be honest. Where was the heads-up to begin with?
âWanna try turning it on?â Her tone is so casual that you didnât get it the first time. Youâre just totally dumbfounded. Minji sees it, knows it and understands it.
âGo on, do it.â Her eyes are on your fingers. Her teeth dig into her bottomlip. Her eyelids flutter. Your thumb is now on the switch, ready to flick it on. Your thumb presses on it, just enough for the knuckle to whiten up, but not really turn it on.
Her arms hug your neck, and the moment she does, you flick the switch up. You didnât mean to, but when she hugged you your thumb automatically moved so it was turned on with a clicking sound. An embarrassed gasp leaves your mouth.
But when she buries her face in the crook of your neck and moans all the gibberish improvised excuses building in your head washes away.
At the risk of sounding grandiose, itâs rather the situation she lures you in that is overloading you mentally. It hasn't even been 5 minutes since you ran into her.
âY-you knowâŚâ At this point you canât even imagine whatâs going to unfold. If she confesses that she is in fact an alien from Saturn youâll sense no absurdity. Youâll just breathe it in.
You feel her body shaking by how her weight changes every second. And youâre standing there like a dumb statue, not knowing where to put your hands, even when sheâs almost climaxing mere inches away and your lust is getting completely heightened by it.
âIâve had a crush on you for so longâŚâ
No one couldnât have ever anticipated that. For a moment you forgot to breathe; Minji has taken it away. And when she bites into your shoulder you gasp, feeling the tingling sensation rushing down your spine.
âIâve liked you eversince the first time I saw you by the way.â Sheâs struggling to make her words distinguishable in between moans and hisses, while youâre struggling to come up with a proper reaction to what youâre currently experiencing.
This whole situation you find yourself in is so foul and so hot given that sheâs one of the most admirable students of your school. She was supposed to be out of your league and yet somehow the timid and quiet boy is who she wanted all along.
âYouâre going to make me cumâŚ!â Hearing it coming through her lips makes your head spin, makes your cock throb painfully inside your pants. You donât even expect yourself to think straight, nor want to think straight.
During the day sheâs a model student, then after school she becomes a kinky pervert. Itâs the least possible thing in your life to happen and yet here you are.
But when she cums and squirts on your pants, youâre proven very wrong.Â
âI⌠I like you.â Out of breath she whispers, still cumming and you support her by her bare waist. You switch off the toy and just let her go through the bliss of post orgasm.
As she comes down her arms let go of you, still panting. âDo you like me too?â Thatâs not even a question, as her eyes are on your shirt and her hands are already halfway down unbuttoning it.Â
âMinjiâŚâ You take her already open shirt off of her arms before fondling her breasts over her bra. Your eyes are fixed at the pair in your hands while you can feel hers glaring into your eyes.
âMhm. Go on. Take as much as you like.â Her hands seductively unbutton your shirt, one by one, from the top down. Sheâs not in a hurry but in a matter of seconds your top vanishes. Then she puts her lips dangerously close to yours, hovering and tickling your lips with subtle skims.Â
âBut donât forget to let me do the same, okay?â She sounds so full of confidence but her face is as red as yours. The eyelock doubles and triples the heat between you two and when the distance is completely eliminated by a messy lip lock, your heart begins to beat out of your chest.
Her tongue is aggressive inside around yours. Her hand is already a hand of a luster, already sneaking down on your pants sending shivers up to the crown of your head so easily. You grab and unhook your belt, and Minji purrs delightfully when she sees your erection spring out ontoher belly.
âThis is a yes, right?â Minji pushes you lightly, just enough for you to know that she wants you on the desk. Her tummy brushes against your erection as she climbs up to face you again after swiftly removing her bra. Youâre met with her mouthwatering pair of breasts pressed against your bare chest.Â
âI donât understand whyâŚâ Her fingers trace down your jawline to your lips. The placidity oozing out from her words is making you fret overâinside, you want her to take advantage of this one-way situation as much as she can. Your hands find her sweaty tits and fondle them softly, and she moans with a dreamy smile.
âBut you kinda make me feel things. Unexplainable, but certainly thatâs more than just love.â It's an overwhelming lust you obviously planted in her. You can see how ripe it is, and now youâre reaping it. Itâs sweet, the flesh, the hue is so mature and obscene.Â
âSay something, hmm?â When you part your lips to say âI like you tooâ, however, her tongue ties a knot on yours. You feel the pace suddenly upshift when she strokes your cock slowly and when you involuntarily moan and flinch. Your breaths overload your lungs while your mouth has totally fallen by what the intertwined tongues are doing inside.
âMinji⌠I-I like you too.â You didnât mean to just whisper it. However it somehow did work as the cue to make her start pleasuring you with her hand.Â
The smirk on her face is almost a burden to your already weary mind, topped with the anticipating lip bite. And those glaring, sly eyes which eventually force yours to squeeze shut. The sensation is too much for you to take in as it is, so your nails dig into your palms hard and your head tilts backwards.Â
You donât look comfortable at allâyou arenât, with all the unreal touches and heated breaths being poured on your skin. But that doesnât mean youâre not enjoying this, of course. Her hand is pumping your cock at a constant rhythm, her groaning voice matches yours as if itâs as tantalizing to her as well.
âIâm glad you said that.â As if her confession was to be ignored by you. It was more of a seduction than a platonic confession to think about. Not that you can properly think while youâre getting mentally wrung by her.Â
âYou wouldâve never knownâŚâ Minji slows down her hand around your throbbing cock. You open your eyes to be faced with her orbs mere inches away.Â
Lust doesnât seem to have dispersed from the jetty pair of pupils. â...how many times you relieved my stress from all the studying.â She continues her lewd confession of her sexual fantasies about you which couldâve been kept a secret⌠But what more to hide when you two are touching each otherâs sex and mixing body fluids?Â
When your fingers brush against her inner thighs, she hisses and tightens the grip on your cock. Nearing her core, you can feel the moist lust seeping out, leaking and running.Â
âDo you think about me often too? Who am I to you?â You hesitate. But she doesnât want any lies. Nor do you.Â
âYouâre just a⌠the model student of the school. A pretty one. A pretty, smart girl that I run into often.â You amazingly finish the sentence while riding off to the very edge of your patience under her bewitching strokes.
Just enough to feel incredibly heady but still seconds away from exploding on her hand. Your fingers arenât idle either, as two of those smoothly enter her damp entrance. The tips of your fingers reach her toy inside and you pull it out slowly.
You see her belly flutter from the sensation of it. âPut your fingers in deeper,â She pleads as grinding herself on your fingers, situating you two in a mutual masturbation.
âI want to cum with you.â Her words trigger so many things inside you. Deeper and darker things, something the superficial you donât possess. Something every guy would hide and keep deep under the surface and wait for the very chance to bring up.
Your fingers move, inside and out while hers move up and down. Both relentlessly, hungrily almost. The desire to see each other drown in bliss is paralleling the desire to feel it for oneself. Youâre almost there, hoping that she is, too.
âMinji, I-I am⌠I canât-â Youâre miserably stuttering, tongue twisted by how unblemished the sensation is from all sidesâher soft hands working ever so hard and hot on the head of your cock, her lewd moans tickling your eardrums. Her face, that face making a look that just screams sex.
In no time you explode first, spurt after spurt in her hands as she still keeps on pumping it with pace. Your groan never dies down until youâre completely out of breath and strength.
Then Minji restarts grinding on your fingers that she stopped when you blasted the turbid pleasure on her fingers. You look up from her cum-coated fingers to her eyes, and itâs a head-spinning hypnosis that beams into your eyes from hers.
Dense, intense, a bit lethargic in a way and flooding with lustâseeing her crush cum in her very own hand, mustâve sent her into another galaxy at least, possibly another dimension. That is what sex can do even to a woman of high status.
âThat was so hot. Now will you help me with this?â You already are when youâre snapped back from drifting off in the ocean of bliss.Â
âI will.â You literally sigh words out as you still are trying to regain your breaths. You lay her down on the desks and crawl up to level with her face, fingers still making the dirty wet sound.
Minjiâs face is a mess; itâs red, itâs sweaty, in need, desperate. Her eyes are fixed on your lips, her mouth agape, breathing into your face, itâs hot, her hands touching and squeezing her own breasts, her throat vibrates into your teeth and tongue when you kiss and bite it. And it happens to splash you all at once like a tsunami, but without the premonitory phenomena.
Kiss her neck, jawline and back to her lips. Her tongue welcomes yours, and after a few seconds she screams into your throat airily with her hands holding onto your shoulders.
âIâm close, Iâm close, Iâm-Oh!â
Hearing her you circle her clitoris with your thumb and it sends her away to bliss. To a heavenly abyss, where she doesnât want to be bailed out. Sheâs squirting too, which makes it even hotter aside from her orgasming on your fingers. The watery sound makes you want to push into her even deeper.
Youâre hard as rock again in no time after seeing the prettiest girl youâve ever seen, the least touchable girl in your school cum under your body on your own fingers. In school, in your classroom, on the table.
âOh my god, is that your bag?â Itâs a black backpack that her secretion is dripping onto. Minji is more entertained than concerned to your eyes however, and so are you. You wouldnât mind if your iPad is broken from all the water for now.
âNo, I donât care. Mine is over there I guess.â Youâre not sure, but not that you ever want to be. Because your eyes lock before hers darting at your cock on her above her belly. Then she looks into you again. And thatâs it.
âDo you want to-â
âYes.â It doesnât even need any brainpower to say yes. So you take your agonizingly hard cock to her entrance. First you rub it against her pussy slowly, and it makes her let out a small gasp.
Her hands are on your arms, tightly gripping. Her eyes, theyâre fixed at yours, her beauty beaming at you, and it flutters when your tip enters her hot cavern. Her fingers dig a little deeper into your arms, her teeth into her lip, as you enter her bit by bit.
Itâs a whole new sensation to be wrapped around the wet walls. And considering that this is your first time, itâs not odd to be totally enraptured and indulge deep in straight away.
âMmmâŚ!â Your eyes roll back when you push in until you canât. The world around you narrows down to only you two, hot breaths, sweaty skin and a mutual high that you never want to be detached from.
âG-go on, Iâll make you feel good.â As if you need any more motivation to dive in.
Minjiâs coquettish smile is the last thing you see before you spontaneously shut your eyes and groan as you go deeper and deeper. Youâre barely breathing, barely thinking, barely sensing anything.
âF-fuck meâŚâ
Her shaking voice cooing those words is a complete switch-off to your reason. She said it shyly, with a burning face and big eyes looking up at youâit must be her first time to do thisâand single-handedly sending shivers up your spine.
âAh⌠Mmm yes!â You begin to move, and even to the slightest moves she reacts so sensitively. Her walls are wringing around your cock, pulsing and matching her intermittent moans as you gradually, tantalizingly raise the pace.
Itâs as if time itself ceased running. Just you and Minji, feeling every part of each other, moaning against each otherâs skin, a locomotive with a broken brake. Broken brake, but with a fully functioning accelerator.
As you up the pace her hands find your shoulders for support as yours roam around her torso. Her sharp shoulders, to her perky tits, brushing your thumb on her stomach randomly, overloading her with your touches.Â
You lack subtlety and itâs even visible to yourself. Not knowing where to put your hands, not knowing what to say, only thrusting in and out and getting so worked up by hearing her moans and her face flooding with sex.
Eyes barely holding on, moans escaping her agape mouth along with her hot breaths, blushed cheeks. Her hands find the back of your head and pull you into a kiss, and it gives you the feeling of being possessed.
Like youâve become hers.
Like youâre fucking her pussy and now kissing her with intertwined tongues for her, not for yourself. Which somehow, to your surprise, aggravates the lust deep inside you. A hidden need for the dynamics, even unseen to you.
Seems there will be plenty of time for you two to explore it further.
You go even faster in return for the kindling kiss she dragged you into. Her grip tightens, traps you in her armsânot that you ever want to escapeâsuffocating you with the sloppy lip lock.
And it throws a barrel of oil to your already-flaming fire. Your breath is completely taken by Minji, without any chance to get out, your will is rather on the side of dying with Kim Minji absorbing the last breath you have.
Soon her walls begin to pulsate around your cock, her screams that reverberate in your skull are now about to tip you over into unconsciousness.
âSo good⌠Iâm about to c-cum.â Her voice shakes. Your thrusts keep the pace, at a steady rhythm youâre pounding into her leaking pussy. The tightness goes up like crazy, her thighs lock your hips in and it makes you, forces you to discover her inside even deeper.
With every thrust Minji voices out how well your cock is stirring her inside. And the elevating tension in her moans lets you know how close she is to-
âCummingâŚ! Fuck!â
A trance. It is a frenzy, an ecstatic upheaval that overwhelms your patience, that demolishes the dam and lets whatever behind the wall flood in.
When her fingers dig painfully deep into your head, when her teeth leave an intaglio of her love, when her legs lock you in, for you to join her with the heady pleasureâŚ
A streak of benumbing orgasm shatters your nerves as you paint her stomach and her heaving chest. It seems to never end, spurt after spurt until the repose is here. You can only stare at herâher still high face, cum-coated breasts and tummy heaving up and down.
You both are taking in the messed up view of each other, eyes locked but no words or signals delivered. You just stare into her eyes hoping that she makes a move on you first. To take you where she wants, perhaps. Another round could be awesome, but either way youâll be so satisfied.
Together. With Minji.
âLet me bring something to clean-â
âNo.â
Her hands snatch yours. Not strongly, but just soft enough to let you know what she means.
âStay here for more⌠With me.â
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âHey. So⌠Can I ask you exactly when?â
Dark purple sky, humid breeze of midsummer. Clouds that showered the earth with their own bodies are now completely gone, and you and Minji are walking down the street towards the sunset.
âIt was when you picked up my notebooks I dropped. You were putting on your headphones. Hair was just long enough to look good, and on top of everything⌠What I fell for was the smile on your face. I donât remember the date it happened, but it was special. So special.â
Her fingers then sneak under your palm, in between your fingers and lock with yours together. Itâs warm and soft. A romantic placidity under one of the most beautiful sunsets youâve ever seen.
Her thumb lightly brushes on the back of your hand as you keep walking down the serene road. âBut I donât think youâve wanted to do this since then, right? Not complaining, but it was quite an unexpected way of confession. Especially from you.â
Minji giggles with her crescent eyes looking down at the ground. âItâs been only weeks⌠I got so stressed out from studying and one day⌠I tried touching myself then I suddenly thought of you. Since that day, you know, itâs been like that.âÂ
But thereâs no shyness anymore. Itâs not a secret anymore, at least between you and her. Nothing is. Nothing will be.
Itâs a hot thing to think about. A girl touching herself thinking about you. And that girl being Minji is what surpasses your imagination. She even got caught pleasuring herself in your classroom today-
Or even that was part of the plan. You think of asking her about it, but at the same time, you donât want to make any gaffe come out of your mouth. Right now is where the tinge of romance should fade in, not that.
âYou can, you know, call me honey⌠If you⌠wantâŚâ Minjiâs grip on your hand gets tighter as her shy laughters follow. It immediately makes your face burn. You look at her and find that itâs doing the same to her too.
âOkay, Minji-I mean, honey.â You feel your face drumming to the beat of your heart. But it doesnât hide the happy smile on your face.
A girlfriend.
And a boyfriend.
Itâs mutual from now on. The first love in your life starts.
âItâs my home already.â She stops in front of a white two-story house and turns to you.
âAlright, goodbye, honey.â You let her hand go but it doesnât leave yours. Instead, a zesty grin blooms on her face and she hums an airy chuckle.
âNot before this.â
Her lips find yours. They donât open, but itâs a kiss filled with heartiness, a long peck, with an artificial smacking sound made by her.
âSee you tomorrow honey!â
******
It is raining just like yesterday; you forgot your umbrella just like yesterday too. And you decide to stay at school until it stops.
As if youâre seeing a deja vu of yesterday.
Only if you could see a deja vu of yesterday.
Minji didnât run into you today. She didnât come to your class to say hi. She didnât come to her class.Â
She didnât come to school today.
The day passed uneventfully just like yesterday. Class after class, lunch breaks and âsee you tomorrowâs from classmates. But painfully, the only one who said it yesterday with a kiss wasnât here to keep her words.
And the day ended just like that. No sign of Minji.
âYou heard that?â Just before you put on your headphones, something penetrates your ears.
âMinji moved to New York!â
What?
You almost shouted but managed to deal with that.
First, itâs denial that hits you.
âWhat do you mean? I saw her just yesterday!â The other guy looks as confused as you are.
Second, the word âwhyâ comes up in your head.Â
âI donât know, man. Everything I heard was the teachers talking that there was a sudden incident that left no choice for her family but to move.â
Third, denial again.
You wanted to stand up and ask them, but what you are going to get is a weird look and a âWhy do you even care?â
Didnât she tell me âsee you tomorrowâ?
Itâs all complicated for now.
Maybe you yourself are to blame for not asking your girlfriendâs number.
But it doesnât matter anymore, does it?
It was your first love, starting hot yet pure.
Now itâs as if all was a reverie.
The air you breathe hasnât changed, the classes you attend were the same, it rained like yesterday, and your umbrella stayed at home again.
But there was no Minji, although you still hear her merrily say-
âSee you tomorrow, honey!â
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goodnight n go
member â fwb!vernon x reader genre â smut, angst, non-idol au word count â 1.7k synopsis â you keep coming back for more, but every night ends the same. maybe this time things will be different. warnings â mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, car sex, guitarist!vernon, rock band!hhu, no physical descriptions of reader, vernon is afraid of commitment, sad ending for this part but there will be a part 2 with a happy ending !! notes â before you ask, yes this is based on the ariana song lol but also inspired by black eye because it's been stuck in my head the past few days. as always, thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i'm still on hiatus and requests are closed but i randomly had inspiration to write something for vernon so i hope you enjoy! i am planning on writing more for this story, but i'm back at uni and my time is already quite limited, so i'll try to write more when i can! reblogs, comments, and asks are super appreciated, it means a lot and helps me keep writing so please lmk if you liked it :)
âhey, you wanna get drinks tonight?â
as usual, thatâs how it starts.
you probably should have said no. youâd played this game before. you knew exactly what hansol meant when he offered to hang out after band practice, because it was never just âhanging outâ.
you donât even know why you still go to practices anymore. for a long time youâd avoided them; it wasnât really your style, and you were never interested in being a groupie for their local gigs. your roommate seungcheol always invited you to every practice, and every time you declined with the excuse of homework or other plans, but cheol finally convinced you to come just one time.
at first, it had been because he wanted you to hear a new song they were working on and heâd wanted to know how you liked it before they played it at an upcoming show. but then heâd introduced you to the rest of his bandmates, and after that there was no going back.
you couldnât help the way your eyes always gravitated towards hansol, who insisted that you call him his real name instead of his stage name that everyone else called him. from the very first practice, you were captivated by him: the way his long fingers seem to dance along the neck of his guitar so effortlessly, the way his voice rasps when he sings, the way your breath catches in your throat when he grips the microphone stand and rolls his head back, lips parted in ecstasy.
heâs addictive, and itâs exactly the reason why you find yourself in the backseat of his car over and over again.
every time, it was easy to pretend that things would be different. youâd walk into the bar together and sit at the table in the back, order a few drinks, chat for a while about nothing. did you like the new stuff we played tonight? yeah, i know cheol is really excited to perform it saturday. you been doing any writing lately? mmm, a little. iâve been feeling inspired. we could go back to my place and i could show you. except he never does.
hansol wasnât a bad guy. he always paid for your drinks no matter how many times you offered to pick up the tab, he was polite, he listened to what you had to say. he just didnât want more than that, and thatâs where it all fell apart. youâd screw around for a while, then youâd part ways and wouldnât speak to each other until next week. you never went to see them play shows, he never texted, you never called, never went on a real date besides meeting in the same bar down the street every thursday night after practice.
he seemed fine with that. you werenât. and yet every time, you ended up back in his arms.
he groans into your mouth, pushing his hips into you and pinning you harder against the faded leather seats of his old honda. his lips are sloppy but eager, messily pressing his mouth into yours as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. you can taste the beer and smoke on his breath, but for some reason it doesnât bother you. maybe youâre used to it, or maybe itâs just because itâs him. you donât want to know which reason is the truth.
he kisses you until youâre dizzy, and you canât tell if itâs from the alcohol or from the thrill of kissing him once again. itâs a high youâre convinced youâll never get tired of, although youâre not quite sure yet if itâs one that he will.
hansol always lets you set the pace, but tonight he canât seem to keep his hands to himself. both of your shirts met the floor of his car what seems like hours ago, leaving you in just your pants as he makes out with you as if itâs the first and last time heâll get that chance. his fingers breeze over your waist the same way they breeze over his guitar strings when he plays: careful yet greedy, each touch intentional yet impulsive as he grips your waist.
he drags his fingers higher and it sends a shiver down your spine, arching your hips up against him and rolling your head back against the seatâs headrest. if thereâs only one upside to this relationship, itâs that heâs good at this. really good. if he werenât, then you wouldnât have spent so many nights letting him fuck you in the parking lot of your shitty local bar. it does something for your confidence knowing that he must feel the same about you, or else he wouldnât keep inviting you out. at the very least, this arrangement is mutual, even if you wish it wasnât.
his hips rock against your crotch again, and even through both of your clothes you can feel how hard he is. your mind is clouded, everythingâs a haze, and all you can think about is how badly you want him. the warmth of his skin, the gentle scratch of his nails on the back of your neck, his long eyelashes that flutter against your cheek as he kisses you.
you feel your hands slide haphazardly down his bare chest, fumbling over his hips as you tug on the waistband of his jeans. none of it feels graceful, not like the way he handles his music. itâs sloppy, desperate, clumsy, and itâs everything you need right now.
he manages to lean back from you enough to undo his pants and push them down to his knees, but his mouth is back on yours in an instant. somehow you end up on your back across the seats, gazing up at him with slack lips as his thin silver chain dangles over your face. you might not remember a lot of what happens on these nights when youâre with him, but youâll always remember this moment. him hovering above you with heavily lidded eyes, biting his lip and cursing as he pushes into you, is etched into your mind in a way you simultaneously love and hate. love because it feels so good, hate because it never lasts.
the rest of those nights never stands out in your memory. you remember feeling good, you remember trembling in his arms and gasping and moaning and crying in pleasure, but the images are too fuzzy to make out. you donât really need to reflect on them anyway; you know heâll just bring you out next week and do it all over again.
hansol kisses you once more after youâre both finally spent, but the kisses afterwards are always different. more⌠hesitant, more uncertain. none of the passion and desperation that youâve come to crave from him. not what you really want.
âi can drive you home,â he offers once heâs finished cleaning you up. for once you think he might genuinely mean it, but you can never be sure enough to take that chance. you want him to drive you home. god, you want him to so bad. to have him come over with you and stay the night, stay another night and another until your apartment isnât just yours anymore, thatâs what youâve wanted all this time. and itâs what youâll never have.
âiâll call an uber,â you answer.
âiâll wait with you, then.â
the silence that settles over his car is heavy as you climb back into the front passenger seat. you want to tell him to get in the uber with you, stay more than just a couple hours with you in the furthest back corner of the bar parking lot thatâs too far to be illuminated by streetlights. you want to argue that heâs too drunk even to drive himself, that he needs to come home with you and sleep it off together in the comfort of your bed, but you know itâs not true and it wonât work. this is a conversation youâve had many times before. every night youâve spent with him blurs into the next, always the same.Â
sometimes you want to laugh at how naive you are, for thinking heâd eventually come to his senses and realize thereâs more to you than a good lay before a gig. sometimes you want to grab him and shake him by the shoulders and tell him to grow the fuck up, give him an ultimatum and make him tell you what he wants from you or else put an end to it all. sometimes you just want to cry, to mourn your wasted time when youâre fully aware itâs never going to lead to something more, no matter how badly you want it and how hard you try.
no matter how many times you get your hopes up, no matter how many times you pray and beg and plead with god and the universe and every other higher power to get him to realize this canât keep going on the way it is forever, nothing ever changes. youâre never going to stop running to him when he calls, and heâs never going to stop calling.
finally another car pulls into the lot, and you manage to pull yourself out of his car. you hear your name behind you and you stumble, swaying on your feet as he rolls down his window.
maybe this time will be different.
he says his usual goodbyes and goodnights, flashing you a loose grin and a wave as his engine sputters to life, and he asks if youâre planning on coming to practice next week.Â
and you find yourself nodding.
youâre left standing there, your head and your heart pounding, watching his headlights fade as he drives away, until youâve stood there for so long that your ride starts honking and calling for you to get in the car so you can leave.
maybe next time will be different.
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Dead on Main AU 3
Masterpost
So this one is a bit longer, but that's because part of it is the same phone conversation from the other side.
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âRoad trip!â Dick calls out. All of the- siblings(?)-younger people start to scramble before Bruce calls out for them to stop.
âThis is going to be a 12 hour drive one-way, which means we won't be back until dinner tomorrow at the earliest. Not all of you can go.â This causes a lot of frowns and Danny holds in a chuckle. They start arguing over why they should be able to go and Bruce pinches his nose, right between his eyes as they shout at him.
âFirst and Foremost, I do believe that Masters Duke, Damian, and Stephanie have school tomorrow.â Alfred inserts. Everyone quiets to listen to him, Danny notes. Everyone else theyâll talk over, he must be important, be extra nice to him.
The three must sigh and sit back down at the table.Â
âCass, if you wouldnât mind staying to keep them out of trouble overnight. Iâm sure Alfred will see them out to school.â
Cass shrugs, then signs at Dick who responds âOf course!â Danny hadnât realized that she was speaking sign language this whole time.
Bruce then turns to face Dick and Tim. âYou have absolutely no way to keep us from coming.â Dick sing-songs.
âYou both have work tomorrow.â
âActually, Dick and I called out ten minutes ago, family emergency.â Tim shrugs. âWe wonât be in for a few days unless things change.â
âAlright, go grab your things.â They both whoop and you can just tell they were both about to start running when they catch eyes with Alfred and just start walking really fast. âPack light, and grab some changes of clothes for Jason!â
Before they can leave a phone starts ringing. They all look around before all eyes settle back on Danny. He feels around his pockets for where the phone is, before pulling it out and seeing his own number on the caller ID.
âOh, itâs me!â Danny hurries to pick up as he hears someone mutter âWhy didnât we think of that?â from the table. Dick and Tim are almost immediately right next to him as he mumble out a hello.
âUm, hello, Jason?â
âYeah, this is Jason. You with my family?â His heart thumps when he hears his own voice coming out the other side of the phone. It somehow makes the whole situation seem a bit more real then it did before.
âIf the people that were in the room with you before are your family. I really only have confirmation that one of them is your dad.â
âHey, weâre his familyâ
âWeâre all his brothers and Cass is his sister.â
âHave those motherfuckers not even introduced themselves?âÂ
So much talking at once, Danny tries to focus on his own voice coming through the phone. Itâs a little deeper than it usually is, gruffer and lilted like itâs trying to talk in an accent the mouth isnât familiar with shaping. Danny supposes the voice heâs speaking with now must be doing the same.
âSort of. Eventually.â Jason sighs loud enough to hear over the phone and Danny chuckles at the response.Â
âRight, well your name is Danny right?â
âYeah! Have you talked to my family yet?â They were all home the last he checked, and Jazz usually tells him before she heads out.Â
âNo, havenât left your room. Your name was on your homework though.â
âOh, please do not judge the homework.â Danny rubs a hand down his face just thinking of that - his homework- being his soulmate's first real impression of him.Â
âDidnât even look at that part. So, Iâm assuming that you guys are coming to me?â
Danny shakes off the embarrassment âI think so?âÂ
âOf course we are!â, âWas he not paying any attention as we decided who should go?â, âWe were just planning.â There are so many people talking at once again.
 Danny pulls his face away from the phone and turns to the room at large âStop it, buzz off!â. He turns to face a wall and takes a few steps away. âThey said yes.â
âPlease tell me theyâre not all planning on coming.â
Danny hums, focused on something else. âLook, I do need to warn youâŚâ what if he goes ghost, can he go ghost with Jason in his body? What are his parents working on today? â about a few things actually. Jazz, my sister, her room is across the hall and sheâll be able to help you if you. I sort of have⌠like a medical condition. I would rather explain that to you in person, but sheâll watch out for you if you go meet her.â
âI can do that. Anything I should look out for?â Weird ice mist coming out of your mouth would be pretty unexplainable at the moment, but random things shooting at him can be avoided!
âMy parents leave all kinds of weapons around the house, and sometimes theyâll target me-you- at random, so try not to touch anything, and either stay upstairs or have my sister take you somewhere in town. Whatever you do, donât go in the basement, the lab is down there.â Almost everything in that lab is to be avoided, although since he is already in Dannyâs body he shouldnât be bothered by the potential radiation.
âKid, what?âÂ
âThis is really an in-person talk.â
Danny does not know how he would explain this over the phone, with a room of eavesdroppers behind him. Although theyâve become respectfully quiet, more whispers than anything now.Â
âSure, okay. Find Jazz, preferably leave the house.â
âYep!â That would be best, Jazz will definitely help him. âIs there anything I should know?â
âShit, if I had time I would give you a warning about everyone in my family individually, but for now⌠I donât know if this will translate overâŚâ It will, but thereâs really no way to explain that. âI have⌠I guess itâs sort of a health condition as well. My family knows what triggers it, and they should be on their best behavior right now anyways, but if you wouldnât mind putting someone on the phone I can threaten them properly.â
Danny laughs and puts the phone on speaker before calling out to the room, âYouâre on speaker!â so everyone in the room knows as well as Jason.Â
âI swear to god if any of you scare him, hurt him, or anything Iâm going to kill you. I know everything you love and if you donât act normal, just know, it will be destroyed.â
âYeah, yeah. Jay, this is your soulmate!â Dick has bounded back over to Danny, right up in the personal space.Â
âAlso, most of us love you so that threat doesnât work as well as you think it does.â Steph yells from the table, where she continued eating at some point.
âBitch, I died once, Iâll do it again. Donât test me on this right now.â
Danny starts laughing so hard he doesnât register everyone else in the room having frozen at the outburst.
âOh, wow, same.â Danny gets out once he can breathe again.
The room is staring at him again, but they seem to do that a lot.
âYou must be Jazz.â They hear coming through the phone. âIâm Jason.â
âJazz!â Danny calls out.Â
âDanny would like to talk to you.â Thereâs a small shuffle.Â
âDanny?â
âHey, Jazz! So, apparently Iâm the younger, so todayâs the day. Iâm with his family right now.â
âYou have a plan? Are you coming home?â
âYeah, just. Would you mind keeping an eye on Jason until I get there? Itâs going to be a long drive so could you make sure nothing shoots him and that he gets edible food?â
âIâll take him to Nasty for dinner, donât worry.â Danny sighs in relief, he knew Jazz would help, but he did not need his soulmate food fighting with dinner.
âSounds good, heâs in my body so he shouldnât really be poisoned but Mom and Dad still canât really cook. Speaking of which! He is in my body so if anything happens with the, um, medical condition, help him through that as well.â
âOf course, Danny.â
âThanks Jazz! We were just deciding who was coming along, but apparently, it's about a 12-hour drive? So, you guys wonât see us until tomorrow.â Thereâs a lot unspoken in this conversation, but Danny knows sheâll do her best. âTry not to interrogate him, and no psychoanalyzing!â
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Every single member of the Batfamily lies about their taste in music
Damian will claim that he only listens to classical music and that everything else is beneath him.
Damian will unironically listen to trashy Arab pop and the absolute worst Bollywood songs known to man (Dick introduced him to them and he hates the fact that sometimes he gets Sheila Ki Jawani stuck in his head during missions)
Tim will put on the most ear grating hyper pop you've ever heard and claim with full chest that these is the peak of humanities capabilities with music (Damian, Jason and Steph have all tried to kill him for this take) He will also play stuff like the living tombstones and sing it obnoxiously loud when he's working on the computer.
Tim however loves his 90s grunge and it's all that's playing in his headphones. (think nirvana, pearl Jam, Melvins, Alice in Chains etc) He has tracked down so many shirts and concert posters and watched every bit of content from the older shows.
Jason will claim he only listens to east coast rap, biggie, Nas, Jay etc and maybe some older metal. He will fight you on east vs west coast music, there will be weaponry involved.
Jason likes rap music... he unfortunately prefers west coast rap and has listened to no vaseline like 500 times. He will deny this till the day he dies...again. (Dick knows and threatens to tell Steph)
Steph will steal the aux and play Taylor Swifts greatest hits until one of the Boys threatens mutiny. Every single one of the bats has had style stuck in their heads during a stakeout at least twice. She will claim that the only rap song she can tolerate in Eminem and the 7/11 is BeyoncĂŠs best song.
Steph is an underground fan, think the dude selling mixtapes on the subway type shit. She also unlike Jason genuinely loves East Coast Rap music more than anything and knows every single wu-tang clan song by heart, same with Biggie. Not only does she love the music she also spends any free time binging those "history of rap and its consequences" videos and has been a firm believer that P.Diddy had a hand in a lot of the Death row records well...deaths.
Cass, well everyone thinks Cass has really good taste bc its Cass and she has zero flaws (don't @ me) she never takes the aux and will usually listen to her music while she's chilling or doing stretches. None of them have heard or seen a single one of her playlists except Duke.
its all 2010s top 40s pop music and like the trashy kind too, Beauty and the Beat, Kesha, Katy Perry. It's her turning of her brain time and she will be straight vibing to Rude! by magic or Boom Clap or Shower. she has shown this to Duke, smirked and told him that even if he tried to tell anyone they wouldn't believe him.
Duke is the only one who doesn't... lie. He just hides a few things. Lies of omission don't count as lies when the bats will lie to you about what they had for breakfast, while they are visibly eating breakfast. Duke says he listens to everything and he does. Literally everything. His patrol Jam is offensive bc it with start with Norwegian death metal and immediately switches to "like a G6" followed by kendrick Lamar and then descendants Disney channel movie music.
Bruce... Bruce is just weird, everyone asks him and gets a different answer. Bc he doesn't... like music. Like at all. It's all noise, his mother played instruments so he learned like 14 and he hates how they all sound. He just like vague batwings fluttering in dead silence.
Dick Grayson will obnoxiously play top 40 and radio music religiously around the bats. He claims it's the best music for rhythmic acrobatics and trapeze work and that true! Jason hates this kind of music the most, it's formulaic and holds no substance and drives him insane.
But Dick only listens to that music when he's moving, flipping doing high energy stuff. When he just wants to chill? This man has the most depressing music taste you've ever seen. You know that sad song from ur favorite artist that you can't listen to without crying. Yeah that's his bread and butter. Every single song is just flat out tear inducing, some of these bands have like 100 listeners and he is one of them and it's just their saddest song that reads like suicide note. The titans have conducted an intervention bc its just... concerning. He just thinks it's neat!
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Casual Study Dates | Peter Parker
(MCU) Peter Parker/Fem Stark Reader
Warnings - slightly suggestive
Summary - Avengerâs compound a usually busy place hustling with activity seems unusually quiet for the day. leaving y/n and Peter in a sticky situation (pun intended)
Word Count: 1,237
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Avengerâs Compound, a place thatâs usually bustling with activities and combat training sometimeâs has quiet days like this where super-powered humans who have insanely intense hearing can hear a pin drop from across campus. For you though being one of the youngest on the team you hated those days because it seemed as if everybody always wanted to see what you were up to. You werenât necessarily an avenger but you were extremely smart and helped out around the lab and worked on some Stark Industries projects with your dad every once and a while. And thatâs how you met Peter Parker and during those first two years of awkward conversations and study dates you two seemed to find some comfort in all that awkwardness.
âAre you nervous about MIT sending out their decisions soon?â Peter asked while getting comfortable on your bed while staring out at the beautiful city view.
âWhy would I be nervous Peter? Most of my family are MIT Alumni.â You said a bit cocky if you really think about it.
âI- know itâs just I figured maybe youâd be experiencing the same nerves I was. It was a stupid question nevermind sorryâ Peter stuttered out.
âYou donât have to be sorry Peter and you definitely donât have to worry my dad put in a good word about you. Youâre one hundred percent getting into MITâ You told him confidently.
You knew Peter was an anxious person and youâd do anything to take his nerves away.
âNow are we going to keep stressing about MIT or are we going to figure out these formulas that Bruce gave us to solve?â You asked while holding up the stack of papers labeled âTop Secret Formulasâ.
Peter nodded his head yes while lifting his body off your bed to instead sit on the edge of the bed closer to your desk where all of your work was scattered across your laptop.
âBut first I need to put some music on or else I wonât be able to focusâ You said before sliding the miscellaneous papers off your laptop.
âThatâs the Stark in you talking, how can you focus better with music blasting in your ears?â Peter asked while laughing.
âI guess you are right, that is a classic trait of my dads. But it just helps me focus better. I don't know, I can't explain it.â You turned on your playlist before flipping to the first page of the stack of formulas Bruce assigned you to solve.
Your speaker was loud but who cares itâs not like anyone cared or was listening everyone was off doing their own things. The first few songs were upbeat and fun but the farther you got into your playlist the more guilty pleasure songs started playing, but Peter didnât mind he was blocking out the music anyways so he could focus better on the formulas in front of him. What you didnât know was that Steve and Nat were standing outside your room listening.
âKnee deep where? doing what?â Steve said worriedly looking over at Nat.
âItâs just a song Steve stop being so old-schoolâ Nat smirked back at him.
âBut Peterâs in there with her, what if they arenât actually studying?â Steve asked as any worried uncle would.
âThe song is talking about having relations in the bathroom during dinner time, thatâs not appropriate Natâ Steve said firmly not accepting any excuse now.
Nat wasnât interested in continuing this conversation any further and started walking toward the living quarters where there sat Bucky, Clint, Bruce and of course Tony.
âWhatâs got you so tense Cap? Your boyfriends right here if you have to relieve some tensionâ Tony laughed making fun of Steve and Buckyâs unusual bromance.
âI think you should worry more about what your daughter and Peter are doing upstairsâ Steve said, crossing his arms.
âWhat? What are you talking about Cap? His vigilant ass better not be corrupting my innocent perfect daughterâ Tony angrily stated as his face turned a shade of red nobody expected.
âThey are listening to a song about having relations in the car and bathroomâ Steve said pointing upstairs to your room.
âAnd you didnât shut it down the moment you heard that? What kind of uncle are you?â Tony asked running up the stairs to take a listen for himself.
âOh my gosh the lyrics are filthy but it sounds so calming, how does an artist achieve that?â Tony muttered under his breath before harshly knocking on your bedroom door and bursting in unannounced.
âWhatâs going on here?â Tony yelled loudly only to be met with a view of you sitting at your desk and Peter sitting on your bed leaning against the headboard with a textbook and stack of papers sitting on his lap.
âWhat dad? We are busy figuring out the formulas Bruce gave us. Why the hell is everyone crowding outside my room?â You asked, pointing towards Steve, Bucky, Nat, Clint and Bruce all huddling in a circle outside your bedroom door.
âWell we heard the song you guys were listening to and were a bit concerned. You guys arenât acting on those lyrics are you? You guys better not be under my roofâ Tony questioned with a look of disgust on his face.
âWhat the hell are you going on about dad?â You asked looking over at Peter who looked like he'd seen a ghost.
âAre you guys having sexual relations?â Tony asked in disgust as your playlist suddenly skipped to the next song which would make your case even worse.
âHead so good, she's an honor roll sheâll ride your what like a carnival?â Tony repeated the lyrics.
âI am on the honor roll though, so itâs not entirely a lieâ You replied back smirking like a smartass.
âThis is not a laughing matter young lady, we are talking about something serious here, answer my question right nowâ Tony stated with a straight face not joking around anymore.
âYeah we are and what about it?â You said, shrugging your shoulders.
âY/n not in front of everybodyâ Peter said shyly.
âWho cares Peter they were going to find out sooner or later anyways, might as well just tell them nowâ You said looking back at everyoneâs shocked faces. As you looked past your father behind him stood Bucky handing Clint a ten dollar bill.
âYou guys had a bet going on about us?â Peter asked, looking back and forth between them but also keeping one eye on Tony just in case he might try to kill him.
âThis conversation is not over and from now on this door stays openâ Tony said sternly ignoring all the giggles and snarky remarks coming from his fellow avengers. Your playlist then starts playing a different song which lightens up the mood just a little.
âThis one has a dance to go along with it, watch H-O-T-T-O-G-O itâs like the YMCA'' You said while doing the dance.
âI like doing the YMCAâ Steve said, smiling now entering your room.
âOf course you do because you're ancientâ Peter said jokingly.
As you can expect you didnât think youâd be ending your day teaching Steve Rogers the Hot To Go dance however you wouldnât trade the quiet days at the compound for anything because at the end of the day youâre just one big family and you wouldnât trade them for the world.
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does he always do this?
for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'heard it in a love song'
rated m | 995 words | cw: mentions of sex | tags: everyone loves steve, but eddie loves steve like a love song, steddie, corroded coffin friendship
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Eddie tapped his pencil against the journal, checking the clock above the phone in the kitchen for the hundredth time in the last 30 minutes.
Steve was late.
Steve was never late.
He was only minutes away from trying to call his house to make sure he didn't forget he was coming over when he heard a car pull up out front.
"Finally," he said to himself, throwing the pencil down and pushing the chair away from the table.
He went to open the door and was shocked to find not just Steve, but his entire band as well.
"UhâŚhi?" Eddie watched as they all grabbed backpacks from Steve's car. "What's happening right now? Is it an intervention? I don't even drink."
Steve rolled his eyes as he got closer and kissed the corner of Eddie's mouth.
"The guys are here to help with the song."
"What song? There's no song," Eddie panicked. It was supposed to be a secret, dammit. He'd been so careful.
"The song you've been writing for me that you're having trouble with. You've been distracted for days and I want my boyfriend back," Steve pushed past him and into the kitchen, opening the fridge to start grabbing random things Eddie didn't even know they had.
"Hey Eddie," Jeff and Frankie said in unison as they pushed past him and set their bags on the floor inside.
"Hey, man," Gareth said as he did the same.
"Who told him about the song?" Eddie hissed as Steve made himself busy pulling a pan out of the cabinet.
"No one. You left your journal wide open on your desk and he saw it when he was getting ready for work," Jeff rolled his eyes. "We told you to keep your stuff hidden."
"I thought you were just being assholes about Steve being my boyfriend!" Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. This was bullshit. He could get the song done on his own!
"Anyone allergic to anything?" Steve called out from the counter, where a variety of peppers, onions, and garlic were spread out to be cut.
"I'm allergic to vegetables," Gareth smirked.
"Right. I'm sure," Steve didn't even entertain his comment, continuing to cut up the food in front of him. "Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes."
"Does he always just come in here and start cooking?" Frankie asked from his spot on the couch. He sure made himself comfy fast.
"Only if he knows I haven't eaten much."
"How does he know that?" Jeff asked as he settled in Wayne's chair.
"His hands are shaking because his sugar's low and he has six empty cans of Mountain Dew on the table, meaning he hasn't gotten up from the table for hours. Focus on the song, pretend I'm not here."
Eddie smiled fondly at Steve, only turning back to everyone when Gareth clapped his hands in his face.
"Dude, you're so fucked."
Eddie groaned. "Yeah, well, the song has me fucked up worse."
"What have you got so far?" Frankie asked.
Eddie got up to grab the journal from the table and threw it to him. Frankie read the few lines and nodded, smirking.
"This isn't a love song."
"What do you mean? Of course it's a love song!"
"Dude, this is a sex song."
"It is not!"
Jeff grabbed the journal and read the lines, his eyes widening momentarily before handing it over to Gareth.
"Damn, this is a sex song."
"You writing dirty things about me, baby?" Steve asked from his spot at the counter.
Eddie covered his face with his hands and groaned. "I wasn't trying to."
"Alright, so do you wanna shift gears and try to focus more on love or do you wanna stick with this?" Jeff asked, getting down to business. He was good at keeping them on track.
"Stick with this."
They sat around figuring out lines that could work, and Steve stood at the stove listening, but keeping to himself.
He ignored the teasing Eddie received when he admitted to wanting to see Steve in only his vest, but smiled to himself when he remembered the first time he'd worn only the vest while Eddie fucked him against his bedroom wall.
He ignored how red Eddie got when they tried to rewrite the line about "seeing white on red", saying it didn't make sense. Maybe to them it didn't, but all Steve could picture was when Eddie's cum painted his ass, bright red from the spanking Eddie'd given him.
They luckily didn't talk much about it over dinner, too busy shoving the food into their mouths to say anything.
After dinner, Steve cleaned up while they got back to it, then went to take a shower and get ready for bed. They might stay up all night writing, but he sure wouldn't be awake for much longer.
Eddie snuck into the bathroom while he was rinsing his hair, sitting on the sink and asking about his day.
When Steve got out of the shower, he wrapped his towel around his waist and stood in between Eddie's legs, cupping his face in his hands.
"You love me?" Steve asked, the same way he did every night.
"More than anything in the world, Stevie," Eddie answered, the same way he did every night.
"How's the song?"
"It'sâŚour sex life. Kinda out in the open. Is that okay?"
Steve smirked. "Yeah."
"It's not really a love song."
"Sure it is. You love me, you fuck me. It's all the same," Steve kissed his lips softly, smiling into it. "Can't wait to hear when it's done."
"I could sing it to you tonight," Eddie wrapped his arms around him.
"Hey!" Gareth banged on the door. "No fucking while we're here!"
They both laughed.
"Better get back to it," Steve kissed him again before opening the door and walking to the bedroom.
Eddie watched him go, biting his lip.
"I've got the chorus," he yelled to the guys.
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ATTENDING THE ERAS TOUR WITH THE BOYS | F1 GRID
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â LANDO NORRIS (4)
lando suggests you wear matching outfits because heâs seen how everyone dress up so cool to go to the concert and he wants you both to experience what it means going to the eras tour, from start to finish. he blares all taylorâs albums while you get ready and in the car ride to the stadium, he knows probably half of the lyrics but his excitement is so cute you donât tell him how heâs singing pretty like a devil instead of grinning like a devil.
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â CHARLES LECLERC (16)
charles doesnât consider himself as a huge swiftie, of course he knows a few of taylorâs songs but thatâs it. however, when you asked him if heâd be your date for the concert, his high rate went up to the roof. seeing the taylor swift live? for the first time ever? and at the eras tour? he tried very hard not to show how happy and excited that made him feel and he was⌠not too successful. he sings with you during the concert, and happily listens to you talk about your favorite part while you drive back home.
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â OSCAR PIASTRI (81)
when oscar bought you the tickets, he was expecting you to go with one of your friends, not to hug him and kiss him and practically scream how excited you were to attend the concert with him. oscar knows nothing about taylor swift, heâs heard a few songs because who hasnât? so a few days before the big day you sit him in front of the tv, a power point that reads âall you need to know about taylor swiftâ on the screen. if by the end of the presentation he goes to spotify to listen to reputation, thatâs his problem. he spends the entire concert looking at you, he knows taylor is a big deal to a lot of people but he couldnât care less when he has you smiling and shouting and looking so happy by his side.
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â MAX VERSTAPPEN (33/1)
you and max started dating thanks to a taylor swift song, so when he learnt about the eras tour he didnât hesitate, not for a second, and bought the tickets. it was meant to be a surprise for your birthday but he couldnât keep the secret and told you the same night. heâs not good at keeping secrets, okay. whatâs heâs also not very good at: arts and crafts, so he simply sat down on the couch, pressed play to miss americana and watched you make some friendship bracelets. his favorite was the one you made for yourself with his racing number on it. he spent such a good time at the concert, and got to trade a bunch of friendship bracelets too.
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â ALEX ALBON (23)
alex is a swiftie thanks to you. one day he asked you who she was, the next one he was being introduced to the whole taylor swift lore. it was only fair that he stayed up all night trying to buy tickets to the eras tour with you. alex spent the weeks leading up to the concert listening to you talk about how excited you were. and if heâs honest, he was excited too. taylor is a big part of your life together and knowing that you two share it and can enjoy it together makes him feel pretty lucky.
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â DANIEL RICCIARDO (3)
who was more excited to go to the eras tour⌠you or daniel? hard to say, really. he cries during all too well, even though he doesnât admit it, he has something in his eyes right at that moment; believe him. daniel gets a lot of compliments for his outfit and goes viral, because what is a formula one driver doing at the eras tour wearing a sparkly suit? daniel doesnât care about anything but to enjoy with you and kiss you when she sings lover. and love story. and enchanted.
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â MICK SCHUMACHER (47)
mick is like a puppy. if you tell him something, heâll do it right away. he canât say no to you, not when you have those big and pretty eyes looking at him with that look that has his heart melting. mick is very nervous the day of the concert but when you ask him whatâs wrong he just tells you heâs excited. you donât ask again because next thing you know taylorâs on stage and the whole stadium is going crazy. when taylor sings âhe knelt to the ground and pulled out a ringâ everyone around you goes crazy, and when you look to the left there he is, your boyfriend, kneeling on the ground with his pretty smile and a ring.
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Their s/o is a songwriter
Pairing: idol Ot8!skz Ă songwriter Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, headcanon, idol!au
Request: so what if skz finding out their partner is a song writer / composer? bonus points if the skz members also found out that they wrote their favourite song :>
Warnings: reader is implied to write for Kpop most of the time, not proofread.
A/n: as a songwriter, I appreciate this request a whole lot lmao. Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!
Bang Chan
Honestly, I think this is something he would find out before dating you
Man knows everyone in the whole entertainment industry
Ofc he knows who you are
If anything, the way you both got to know each other more was through working together to make a stray kids song
Overall, I think he would love to have a partner in the industry
Even if you never get to be on stage
Simply because you understand him more than other people do
You know how music is essential and demanding at the same time
Your job probably makes him feel more connected to you
He likes to joke that you're the newest member of 3Racha
Always sends you songs he made your you to listen
And wants you to do the same
You can send him an audio at 1AM and bro will listen to it right away, ready to give you his opinion and advice (and praise)
Lee Know
Poor stray kids and stay
They will be listening to the songs you worked on nonstop
He just happens to be your biggest supporter đ¤ˇđťââď¸
Has a whole 10 hours playlist with all of your work
Knows every lyric even if they aren't Korean
And he also enjoys dancing to it very much
Even if the song doesn't have a choreo, he likes to make up his own by listening to what you did
Probably invented a few trends with your songs because of it lmao
He also listens to it a lot when he's on tour
Even if it's not your voice that he's listening to, it's still you somewhat
He just wants to feel close to you
Asks you to sing or play the songs you produced
Might or might not have a small compilation of audios of you singing when he's way too homesick
(And if you wrote his favourite song, he would definitely have an audio of you singing it)
Changbin
Sees you as a very big inspiration
The amount of times he listened to one of your songs so he could get out of creative block is crazy
If anything, he probably already saw you as a role model before even getting to personally know you
Imagine the seo changbin fan boying you
If you write for other K-pop groups/soloists, he's probably trying to make references of what you wrote in his own rap
Fans always think he's talking about a certain idol or something but he really is just trying to include you in his workđ
And he would beg to have at least one stray kids song cowrote by you
Like literally begging
He needs to have one small Collab with you at least once
And will get a little pouty every time you can't work with skz because you're with another group at the moment
Hyunjin
Loves to have songwriting dates with you
Usually releases the songs you both write (with your permission ofc) as a skz-recorder
Stays are starting to wonder who is that composer/songwriter who is behind every single song Hyunjin is in lmao
I remember he said that one of his goals for 2024 was to produce more
So he will 100% seek your advice and even ask for some particular lessons at times
And he is always a little bit shy when he's about to show you what he's been working on
Because he feels like you are THE songwriter
And you're also his partner so like
Your opinion is a very big deal
And he's also so excited when you let him listen to a preview of your newest work
Is always awestruck
(Any song of yours would be his favourite lmao, and the best part of it is that he means it)
Han
He would LOVE to have a partner in the industry
Or just connected to art somehow, even if it's just a hobbie
I mean, look at his lyrics
Bro inhales and exhales art
The fact that you understand this side of him and even share this interest is so what he needed
He's also very very helpful when you need to write songs
I see late night dates in the studio
Even when any of you is far away for whatever reason
It can be 2am in Korea, he will be on his phone more than willing to listen to you brainstorm
Brainstorming with Han would be very fun overall lmao
It's either going to be the most sentimental thing to ever exist or it's going to be complete nonsense lmao
Oh and he would also make a lot of references to things you wrote
And would be so so so so happy if you ever made a reference to a work of his
Felix
I remember he said once that if he wasn't an idol, he would like to be a professional songwriter
So the fact that YOU are a songwriter/producer
He kinda loves you a little bit too much
One thing he loves is to understand your thought process
If you ever let him see your notes,he will try his best to understand every little thing
Even if it's only words with no correlation all over the page
He loves to know how your mind works
And he wants to know where the inspiration comes from!
(If it's from him he will never shut up about it)
Loves to know the stories behind each one of your works
He feels like he gets to know you a little more every time he listens to something that is yours
Is always covering one of your songs on lives
Seungmin
Literally everything you could've asked for, both in the dating aspects and in professional aspects
He makes sure you never overwork but will never restrain you from your work
Like, he knows that sometimes the inspiration comes at 2AM. He won't shut off your notebook, he'll be up with you and guarantee you don't stress
And he's your most honest critic
If you need help with rhymes, structure, chords or whatever, he is there
(After dating him you rarely browse anything at Google anymore, seungmin always understands the specific vibes you want)
And if you are a songwriter/ composer who doesn't know how to sing (that's me criticising myself) he always volunteers to make the demo for your songs
As I said, everything you could've ever asked for in a partner and coworker
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Now this one
The moment he discovered he was begging to see some of your work
It's crazy how many of your songs were included in the playlist he has of songs that remind him of youđ
Talk about soulmates
I also believe that he would love to help you with songs
Give him one chance and this man is already with a notebook open trying to come up with the best verse ever
But he really likes to hear you brainstorm as well
Just you in your comfort zone really makes him admire you
And he loves how he can feel closer to you
Just reading the lyrics you wrote ou listening to the beat you produced makes him feel like he is meeting you for the first time again
Always having a new impression of you
Will also sing any demos you want him to!
Masterlist | you'll probably like: if skz wrote a song for you
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