#they would all suck playing instruments honestly

[coern-art-very-cool-and-nice]

sekai au 👊😔

[hitomisuzuya]

hhhhi suzu!!!! how are you!?!!??

i put a lot of thought into this trust…

could you do a tutor!scara x reader? where scara rewards reader for getting stuff correct by absolute demolishing their insides? LOVE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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Tutor!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation. Praise. Creampie. Cum used as a reward. Smut written massively stoned. Dyscalculia gang unite!

Hello dear❤️ I have had a rough couple weeks honestly. It's been one thing after another and I am tired😭 I hope you are doing well.

Scaramouche has a unique way of tutoring you: putting you naked on your back on his bed, your legs spread wide for him while he played with and fingered your pussy as he asked you questions pertaining to an upcoming test. He figured if he melted your poor little brain down, teasing your pussy, making you so flustered and wet with need that you would force yourself to think and come up with the right answers.

His cock was straining watching you squirm and struggle to think. "Come on kitten, think," He cooed almost condescendingly, "I know you know the answer," He teased his fingers at your drooling, clenching hole before sweeping his fingers up to rub your clit.

Your legs shook from how much your clit was throbbing. The longer you took to answer, the more he worked your swollen pussy over teasingly. You want to cum so badly that it was torture.

But you knew the rules.

Get it right, and you got to cum. You could barely even think as pleasure coiled through you. "Sc-Scara, I don't..I don't.." You trailed off, your words breaking apart into moans as he abruptly pushed two fingers inside of you, "I don't think I know the answer."

"Yes, you do," Scaramouche quickly hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, smirking as he watched your face contort with pleasure as you grinded up into his fingers. "You want me to cum inside of you, don't you?"

Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head, his fingers playing your sweet spot like a musical instrument. Building your orgasm up just barely out of reach, like he was dangling it in front of your face. "I do! I do! More than anything!" You cry out in desperation, your body twitching as you struggled to chase the high he wasn't going to let you have yet.

Scaramouche withdrew his fingers to idly play with your clit, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to muster up everything you had in your hunger for him to find the right answer.

"Fine! Fine, I'm pretty sure," You let a shaky moan as he pinched your clit, effectively cutting you off because you sounded unsure. "No, I know..I know it's.." You stumbled over your words, your heart pounding and your body trembling, "..15!"

Scaramouche would've clapped had one of his hands not been occupying your puffy pussy. "My cock drunk slut is such a good girl," He took his fingers off your cunt and put them to your lips, "You got the right answer."

Your eyes light up hearing his degradating praise. Your walls clenched around nothing, your tongue sweeping out to curl around his fingers. He saw the look in your eyes, you were stunned you'd gotten it right. Your brain was broken at birth and incapable of doing a lot of Math. "You are going to cum inside of me now," You moaned excitedly, taking his fingers into your mouth to suck on.

Scaramouche chuckled. Maybe he broke you a little more than he thought he did. No matter, all the better for him. It would make this a even more effective teaching tool next time. Your half lidded eyes were trained on him as he moved between your legs, draping them over his shoulders. "Yes, my pretty slut always gets a reward," He caressed your cheek, his cock pulsing as you turned your cheek into his hand.

You moan loud in bliss feeling his thick cock finally between your creamy folds. You immediately rock your hips up feeling the head push inside of you, quaking in pleasure as he stretched you apart. He groans as he bottoms out, letting his cock throb against your sweet spot before he started thrusting.

His eyes drank in your expressions, watching you fall even dumber on his cock. You look so cute all cock drunk and desperate for him. You deserved nothing less than being reduced to dumb and drooling mess for doing so well for him.

Your hands clung to his shoulders and arms, your fingernails frantically scratching them. "Was I a good girl today? Was I? Was I?" You babbled, mewling and moaning loud in pleasure as his cock kissed into your sweet spot.

"Yes, kitten, you are the goodest girl," Scaramouche groaned, his hips snapping harsher into yours, frantically chasing own high. You always clutch so tight on his cock when he praised you. His fingers wagged and rubbed on your clit before he pushing down on the buldge that poked up in your stomach.

You gasped in pleasure, seeing stars as you finally orgasmed. Scaramouche let out an aroused chuckle. "Look at you shake," He moaned, hissing as his cock throbbed harder inside of you. "Fuck, I'm cumming now."

Your teary eyes lit up hearing his words. You feel his cock ribbon bursts of cum inside of you, drooling as you whimpered in bliss. It seeped out onto your cunt.

The highest reward for proving you smarter than you thought.

[almost-blondee]

Sleepless Night

Sunday x Reader

Sfw, Just my thoughts,

word count: 873

There will be PART 2

A/N: I was just feeling like writing about Sunday, This has no interaction between Sunday and reader, Sorry. But….There will be a PART 2 Where they interact. So hopefully you stay tuned. Hopefully he isn’t to ooc, i. tried my best. And again sorry for any grammar mistakes

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It’s been sometime since Sunday had joined the astral express temporarily, and within that time he had begun having some unnecessary feelings flare up in the process. Worthlessness…Incompetence… These feelings are honestly nothing new to Sunday, however he is now burdened with the heaviness of silence. Being the head of the Oak family, left him a busy man, no time to just sit idle and get lost in thoughts. Now, on the contrary, he has all the time in the world to get sucked in to the spiral of emotions.

He is very grateful to the Nameless for letting him take refuge in the express, understanding that they have limited space on the train. So for the time being Sunday would sleep in the party car. This worked quite well, having everyone on the express in the living corridor, he might as well have the whole car to himself… Unfortunately for him, he has let his thoughts consume him, How come i have to sleep on this couch, why don’t i get a room to myself, Do they even want me on the express with them, they must still be wary of me, no body really wants me here… and so on. Although he knows that these are selfish thoughts, the mind has a way of thinking on its own. These thoughts plaguing him whenever silence would take over. March was not complaining to Dan Heng about him ‘cheating’ in their chess match’s , You were not talking his ear off about who knows what, you could ramble on for hours��� Not a soul to be found in the party car. Sunday, lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. How many times has he done this, He needs sound… Something to free his mind from these convictions.

He sits up swinging his leg gently so they meet the ground, slowly walking toward a case that’s lying by the wall. Thankfully before leaving penecony Sunday had chosen to bring his violin with him. He relished in the sound, it soothed his soul. How could he not bring it. He knows that he’s not the best musician, but it would always help him relax. Open the case and taking out the stringed instrument, he lifted it to just under his chin and started playing. He would usually know better then to make loud noises during the night, and maybe this would make the Nameless hate him even more… But in this moment he needed to hear something other than the devil on his shoulder. Swaying with the violin in hand, slowly moving in a pattern that almost looked like he was dancing, he was content. Forcing out all his feelings onto this wooden instrument, using it as a form of therapy, he was lost in the sound. So lost that he hadn’t noticed you coming down the stairs, moving slowly so he would not notice.

You had been in the living space above the party car. tossing and turning, you were having trouble sleeping. Stopping to stare at the ceiling hoping that if you just closed your eyes you would be accompanied by sleep, wishful thinking. Just when you think all is lost, you hear a beautiful melody… it’s sounds like a violin. The melody was full of sorrow, you could feel the emotions that drove the performance. You had felt lured to check who was playing this beautiful tune. you slowly made your way down the stairs catching a glimpse of a silver haired man swaying to the tempo of his playing, dancing around the car, enthralling you, he had looked like an angel. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn, while you watched this man so deep in his performance. You had never really thought about Sunday in a romantic way. But for some reason watching the display in front of you made you feel something. If this were a movie the audience would think he was a charmer and you were the snake following his lead. You feel as if you have been shot with cupids arrow, even drank a love potion… Seeing this man and watching him produce this beautiful song, made you fall in love, you know deep down this feeling didn’t just come from no where he is a very kind man, generous and willing to change for the better, it was inevitable not to fall in love. You had just never seen him in this light. As you are now frozen still sitting on the stairs, which must have happened a while ago, your face so hot that it might leave burns. Sunday finished up his song slowing the melody to a soft humming, he on the other hand felt relaxed. He had cooled down, almost putting himself to sleep with his lullaby. He sluggishly walked back over to the wall to put the instrument away. *Clank* His head snapped over to where he thought the noise came from. The stairs.

He Scoured the stairs faintly lit by the bar lights, only to see nothing. It must have been his imagination. Soon after he was snuggled into the couch, nodding off into a deep slumber.

You in the other hand… Are definitely not sleeping tonight.

almost-blondee

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

General Headcanons with DOA Boys

Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon. →Masterlist

Nikolai

He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it

You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand

he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks

Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]

that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food

Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.

The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk

You both love to prank others though.

"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub" "Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"

Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.

But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime

The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?

You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.

"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?" "Sir this is-" "Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"

And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.

overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋

Fyodor

This man

I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.

he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]

"what did you have for breakfast" "I don't know" "wrong answer" And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up

He is the most broken richest man you ever met.

he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.

you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.

"Sir we have bombed the tunne-" "Good verywell" "🧍🕯️" 😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.

He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.

"fyodor, we talked about this" "No" and he proceeds to boom everything

he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug

He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.

Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said "He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"

he owns a pet rat but denys it

honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.

Sigma

-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?

he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'

Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy

😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.

-"Sigma am I your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Is the casino your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Me or the casino?" "Yes"

He probably cries everytime you ignore him.

HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.

Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.

Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.

I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt

10/10 Mama Sigma

He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.

He is so restrictive

You both probably or possibly may have this convo:

"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??" "You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies" "BUT-" "Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them" "LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"

Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.

Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.

He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material

Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.

A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 11 - Praise Kink

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

It's still the 11th somewhere, so not technically late.

This is presumed to take place in Act 1.

“Lick, don’t suck.”

She was awfully bold, given her precarious position - legs spread for him, his sharp fangs all but grazing all her most sensitive parts.

“You’re really going to tell a vampire not to suck, darling?” Astarion murmured, between lapping at her with his tongue. “Especially on something so swollen with your blood..?”

Truth be told, he hated being told what to do, though he begrudgingly admitted that it was her pussy, and there was a possibility that she knew how to handle it better than he did. Maybe.

He gave her clit another stubborn drag, sucking on it lightly, before switching to flicking his tongue over its sensitive underside. That immediately elicited a moan of approval from her.

“That’s better,” she groaned. “Now use your fingers. I want your fingers inside me.”

Did she honestly think she needed to walk him through this..?

“Magic word?” He couldn’t resist saying.

“Please…” She sighed, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me with your fingers, please.”

Now that he liked the sound of. A good habit that he should encourage, he thought, as he granted her request, continuing to flick his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Good…” she purred raising herself on her elbows. “Look at you, just where I want you, with your head between my legs.”

He raised his eyes to meet hers. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, as she observed him from beneath her lashes. He felt his cock twitch at her obvious approval, but he would bite her if she called him a good boy, he thought.

His idle thoughts were disrupted by her hand finding its way to his hair, lightly scratching and stroking through it in an almost petting motion.

“Gods, you make me feel so good,” she moaned. “Like no one else.”

Once again, he was vexed, though this time more so with himself than her, from the coil that tightened in his stomach at her words. It sounded like she was comparing him to her past lovers - and she probably was - but it pleased him to hear it. He knew he was better, the merest implication that it could have been any other way should have been an affront to him, and yet, and yet, he wanted to show her just how much better he really was. He set to work.

Every hitch of her breath, every moan, twitch, involuntary bucking of her hips, every time he felt her clenching around his fingers, as well exactly what had caused it, was immediately memorised and used back on her, until he played her like a perfectly tuned instrument, her moans and whimpers sweet music to his ears.

She had thrown her head back, trying so hard but failing to keep quiet.

“Yes, just like that… Don’t stop…”

As if he would stop. His tongue was locked repeating the same movement on her clit like his life depended on it now, only very gradually increasing in intensity.

“That’s perfect… You’re perfect…”

He found himself grinding his hips against the bedroll, trying to get friction on his erect cock. He wanted to make her moan louder, make her lavish him more with her praise, needed to.

She fell back onto the bedroll, arching her back, moaning wantonly. Nearly there, he thought, as she tightened her fingers in his hair, whispering something about gods on repeat like a broken music box - he knew he was the god she was praying to at that moment. Her whispers turned to unintelligible mewls and she came, his name spilling desperately from her lips. He gently glided his tongue over her clit through her climax, as she clenched violently around his fingers. It must have been a strong one, he thought, smugly.

He kissed his way back up her stomach and chest, as her orgasm face melted into a foolish, content smile.

“You’re amazing,” she breathed, kissing him and drawing him flush against her.

Damn fucking right he was.

“And you’re delicious,” he purred, pleased with himself.

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

[hyunsvngs]

SQUIRTRACHA!! aka chan minho hyunjin and jeongin who would prob be the most determined to make you squirt. andjskjdkssjksk the brainrot is real. and theyd pull out ALL the tricks. flicking and sucking your nipples, rubbing your clit, EDGING 😖 and probably just lots and lots of orgasm denial. all in an attempt to get you to squirt for them <3

I SO AGREE.

UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT SO LONG!!!

i think with chan it would be such a deep, carnal desire for him… i can just imagine him discovering it one day when he’s watching porn and he’s like “oh…?” when the female star’s orgasm gushes from her. from then on, he’s just thinking about how badly he wants to make someone do that… i can imagine the first time he gets you in bed it’s going through his brain, it’s ALL he can think about. immediately crooks his fingers up to your g spot in an attempt to get you to squirt.. you’re whining, telling him “it’s too much, channie, too much- i think i’m gonna pee, i’m-?”. chan’s shaking his head, soft curls bouncing in his face, “no baby, ‘s not pee. c’mon, let go for me.” ughhh and imagine the overstimulation when you do… poor baby just wants to make you soak him over and over.. he’s latching onto your nipples, thrusting his fingers back in straight away. i need him so bad

i think with minho it would be the complete opposite. he’d be edging you for what felt like forever. he’d have you perched in front of a mirror, legs splayed over his as he worked his fingers into you over and over. every single time you thought he may give it to you, let you have this orgasm - he pulled away, smacking your clit teasingly with a smirk. except, this time, he’s a bit too late - your orgasm floods from you, soaking the mirror as your eyebrows furrow together and jaw drops in a silent scream. you’re babbling “oh-! sorry, sorry, min! made a mess, oh-“ minho wouldn’t even show his surprise tbh, though he’s internally dying… he’d just smirk, saying “so fucking dirty, creaming for me everywhere like that, huh? can’t even be mad you came.” he’d definitely bend you over quickly and shove his thick cock in you until you’re doing it again. yum

hyunjin would have such a kink for just watching you cum. just seeing your eyes roll back with pleasure, clit throbbing and toes curling as you let go all for him, just for him. when he expressed his desire to make you squirt, you honestly weren’t surprised at all. you were surprised when he tried it later that same day - pulling out a nice, curved g spot vibrator to fuck you with. hyunjin would work you up so good, telling you “you’re so, so fucking beautiful”, and making you whine out. he’d suck hickeys into your neck, kissing down your body, laving over your tits until he was sure you were nice and wet for him… i think while minho, jeongin and chan would be the types to fuck you without abandon to get you to squirt, hyunjin would enjoy playing with your body like it’s a beautiful instrument. “there you go, feelin’ good?” he’d say as he pushed the soft silicone inside of you, and you’d nod, whimpering when the attachment brushes against your clit. he wouldn’t even fuck you quickly, just brushing his fingers over your nipples while he pumps it steadily in and out of you… before you know it, you’re cumming, not even able to warn him - juices gushing out of you and all over the vibrator and hyunjin’s hand. you’d be whining, “oh, hyunjin, ‘m- cumming, cum, shit, ‘s wet-“ and shiiit the smile he’d do… he’d be so fucking happy LOL he wouldnt even need to fuck you, he’d be satisfied at your own powerful orgasm.

ok jeongin…. i honestly think that when jeongin heard about squirting, he was astonished. he was like “PEOPLE CAN DO THAT????” and then he was like “nah. i don’t believe it.” just completely refusing it exists. until one day, you’re riding him and his cockhead is hitting your cervix just right. jeongin felt like he was going to die whenever he was inside you anyway, but today just felt different. you were warmer, wetter, tighter - even fucking louder as you writhed and bounced on him. “yeah, ah, ah, innie, so deep-“ you’d be whining, fingers digging into his stomach. just from your facial expression, lost in pleasure, jeongin would feel himself getting close - but you had to cum first. “you gonna cum? please, please,” he’d beg, leaning up to rub tight, precise circles on your clit. all of a sudden, the tightness of your hole is pushing jeongin’s dick out, and a gush of clear fluids is covering him. you’re in shock, eyes widening and moans tumbling out of your mouth - only worsened by jeongin cumming on his own stomach as you cover him. so yeah, he likes it. he still can’t believe it’s real tho tbh, even as he tries (and succeeds) to get you to do it over and over again.

i also think jisung would have an INTENSE squirt kink and idk if thats me projecting but he’s filthy SO IF U WANT ME TO ELABORATE LMK…

[delightful-chaos-collection]

Douxie Headcannons

● He is a terrible cook. Not as bad as Barbra but he can only cook basic things. That why he eats a lot of take out and instant ramen. Jim is horrified

● He's not a fan of horror movies. Zoe makes him watch cause his reactions are funny.

● Douxie loves music. All types of music not just punk. Jazz, pop, blues etc. He loves all genres of music and while his main is a guitar, he can also play the banjo, the flute, acoustic guitar, bagpipes, the accordion and the trumpet.

● He has not been all over the world. Yes, he has been to a lot of places in the world but not all of them. He tried to lay low for a long time and has moved around but he's mainly stayed in Europe most of the time. He avoided getting involved in world politics, wars etc. While he joined the occasional protest, he really tried to keep it low

● He has not been to all the major historical events. There is a trope with immortals that they were present at EVERY major historical moment in history and had relationships with every major historical figure. But nope, not Douxie. He's been to like 3 but otherwise, he's either doing his own thing, like monster hunting, learning instruments, playing at concerts or just staying under the radar and living.

● He's also only had a handful of relationships. Like you would imagine he had a lot of relationships but actually he only had a few. Like 7 or 8 relationships. He has fallen for two mortals and the relationships didn't end when they find out he's a wizard, they freak out and break up with him and call him a devil spawn. He also dated a few other immortal wizards of his physical and mental age but after some time they broke up. His longest relationship was with an immortal which lasted for 4 years.

● He is desperate for love and validation. He loves Archie but this is a different kind of love, but he is also terrified of relationships because of his past ones.

● He's stuck. Like literally he is stuck looking like 19-20 years old physically. He's more mature than a regular 20-year-old and has been through some stuff but even still. Being physically and mentally stuck as a 20-year-old for the rest of your life kind of sucks.

● People constantly talk down to him due to his age, they think he's only trouble and a college dropout and dating kind of sucks because falling in love with a mortal is a big no-no for him because of the whole no-aging thing and he doesn't want to go through that, not again. And there are only a handful of wizards in the world that are actually physically 20 just like him.

● That is why Archie is his best friend. Another immortal, his best friend. who has been with him through so much. he cannot be apart from Archie for more than 2 days otherwise he starts having a panic attack. Archie is his emotional support animal both to Douxie and legally.

● He's a massive bisexual disaster

● He loves musicals

● Writes songs and lyrics and poems

● He has a bunch of old diaries that he has kept, which include his own thoughts and feelings. some of which is severally depressing

● He has severe abandonment issues. with how Merlin kind of just left him for 900 years. him being an ageless immortal in a world that changes so often with people that grow old and leave him.

● Has a of anxiety and insecurities. His mental health is not the best in the world. He keeps it hidden

● Most of his socks are those fluffy cat claw socks. He loves wearing them. It's honestly unironic.

[ccaramel-llow]

I present to you: A request featuring Jax, Zooble, Gangle, and Caine with a musician s/o because DAMMIT it sounds adorable

Reader’s a goofy fella, real silly, they can play a BUNCH of instruments, sing well, dancing, they love it

but they can be a shut in sometimes 👉👈

seeing as Zooble does the theme song (and has to rework it when someone new shows up-) and I just get the vibes you can’t convince me that Zooble isn’t at least a little bit of music nerd /lh /j

(i am also a music nerd tbh, Thats why me and zooble are marri WOAH WHO SAID THAT)

JAX

. Honestly he'd ask you to to play an instrument over someone while their speaking because hes a little evil shit you know?

. Makes fun of you and says your music sucks when he secretly loves it when you play.

, He finds you attractive and hot if you play the guitar while screaming angst-y shit if your emo like that/j , but he bullies you for doing that as well.

, He'd ask you to teach him how to play the drums while your speaking to someone. not because hes jealous or anything, Nope. He is.

, He sucks ASS and DOG SHIT at dancing. Expect him to step on your feet if you try to dance together.

, Since you're a "shut in" He tries to get you out more but then later gives up and just comes into you're room or personal business without warning to smother you with his so called " Love language " (Which is just bothering you until you yell at him to shut the fuck up)

, Hides in your room to listen to you play, Or sits outside your room just so he can hear you play.

, Loves it when you sing, He has to fight his demons and intrusive thoughts (he wants to sing along with you to rizz you up COU-)

, Beats up and bullies anyone who says you aren't great at playing, Dancing, Etc.

" My lover IS the best musician here. Wanna repeat that you little s(*&$! ?"

ZOOBLE

, They pretend like they don't care. Like at all.

, Although, In reality they care and love your music a lot! They even ask you to teach them how to play an instrument

, Zooble would always listen and be there for you when you played, Enjoying the soft/Rough melody of a song that you were presenting for them in a private space.

, Tell's everyone to shut up when your about to play, And mask's their excitement with anger.

, Their eye's shine when you pull out an instrument and their eyes go dull whenever you weren't gonna play.

, Ask's you to play a song sometimes when their in a bad mood.

, Zooble also cannot dance for jack SHIT. Do not try to teach them how to dance. They'll go insane i swear.

, Since you're a shut in, She always asks if you're busy or not, Or if your comfortable or stressed before asking to play a song because they dont want you to get overwhelmed.

, Adores your voice, And always secretly makes sure you dont over stress your voice out.

, Compliments you when you're finished singing.

" You did great out there. Uh, Hope you dont mind teaching me how to play soon?... "

GANGLE

, She LOVES It when you play calming melodies using your preferred instrument.

, Probably asks you to play the violin as she stares at you with heart shaped eyes.

, Would go feral on Jax if he breaks your instrument on purpose and cry with you in your room trying to comfort you.

, Smothers you with a lot of compliments when you are finished playing.

, Rants about you often to show you off and because you cant get off her mind.

, She smiles brightly when you play an instrument.

, I feel like she'd be an okay dancer!! She'd ask you to dance every now and then, But if you dipped her during dancing she'd be extremely flustered and her eyes would turn into the shape of a heart.

, Likes to hum along with you while you sing. Gangle really is inlove with your voice and starts to just doze off while admiring you.

" (Name) Is the very best person i had ever met... I hope xey play more melodies soon!! I love it when they sing.... BUT YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM M-"

CAINE

, He would honestly go ' AWOOGA HOT DAMN ' all over you.

, Can play piano, Please let him duet with you.

, Stares at you with lovey dove-y goo goo eyes while playing, Admiring you as you both play, Definitely not imagining you guys making out.

, Like Gangle, He too smothers you with compliments but extreme. Like, He's peppering your face with teeth kisses if given consent.

, Since he's short, He'd love to dance with you!! He has to float if your too tall, But if your the same height, He attempts to pull the spin and dip move on you to rizz you up.

, ADORES YOUR SINGING. SING FOR HIM PLEASE.

, He always records you singing and listens to you singing in his free time while thinking about you.

, Would always try to get you to open up since your a shut in. If your always in your room, He always tries to get you out because he's afraid you would reach your breaking point and abstract. He cant lose you.

" My dearest is the absolute best at playing instruments, Dancing, And all that stuff... Oh how much i love xem.... What do you mean they aren't?"

[marblemoonstones]

🩵 🎞️ catharsis ~ chapter ten and a half

main masterlist

series masterlist

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses

*lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~4.8k

a/n: i hope you guys see the vision with the film..it was lowkey kind of hard to describe 🥲

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A black screen at first, then simple white words show up on the screen. 

“Golden Closet Films presents…Still With You: a film by Jeon Jungkook.” 

I sneak a glance at Jungkook, and his eyes are shining in the dim light, and I swear that in that moment, they hold the entire universe.

He meets my gaze. He smiles. I do too. In that moment we are the only two in the theatre.

Soft instrumental music starts playing as the other credits finish, and I turn my attention back to the screen, pushing down the feelings in my heart.

A magical scene appears. A silver castle is glowing in the moonlight, and the camera zooms in slowly to the ballroom. There is a masquerade ball going on inside, blurs of people dancing with extravagant dresses and masks on. But the camera focuses on one man. A king, wearing an elegant crown, cream suit, and crimson sash, the only one not wearing a mask. Jin.

I audibly suck in air, trying not to gasp as the man is right next to me. The story continues.

Although the king is surrounded by people, he seems alone. The people are blurs and shadows around him while he stands in the middle of the ballroom. The camera zooms out so we can now see that there’s a banner behind him written in cursive; “Happy Birthday.” The king is alone, even at a party celebrating him.

Cut to a house. Two-story, brick, cute. A homey place, per say. But the sage green door bursts open, and a woman walks out with three girls following her. She is dressed to the nines as a peacock, emerald green and sapphire blue hues decorate her feathered dress. Her mask is sharp, resembling a beak, and has a few plumes atop it.

The two girls are also dressed up, one in gold and the other in silver. But their costumes are gaudy and cheap looking. Feathers, sequins, glitter. The materials come together to make an honestly hideous outfit, but they flaunt it with their high hairstyles and haughty attitudes.

The other girl obviously isn’t as decorated as the woman and two other girls. I cannot see her face, just the back of her as she faces the woman and two girls. Her hair is nicely styled yet not as ornate as the other girls. The camera shows details of mysterious girl. A delicate ring of stars is around her head, and she’s dressed in an all-white outfit with soft feathered wings on her back. An angel. But then the film shows the imperfections in her outfit. Small rips here and there, a stain on the waistline. Her shoes are worn, and her mask is cracked on the side. Her face is still hidden.

“You are not going. You don’t deserve to, you stupid girl.” The woman is cold and harsh with her words, and I tense at the use of the word stupid. I know what this girl is feeling.

“Yeah. You’re worthless, and your costume is horrible,” the gold girl states.

“The prince would never fall in love with you.” Silver girl sniffs in distain as the woman (who I presume to be her stepmother) cackles.

“That’s right. So, behave until we get back. The house better be clean from top to bottom,” she demands, knocking into the girl’s shoulder as she passes her, “Come on girls. Let’s go.”

The two titter with laughter before gold girl darts her hand out and rips angel girl’s sleeve. This makes silver girl reach out and tears the wings.

Peacock woman laughs and walks to a carriage, a beautiful yet also gaudy looking thing, and the two girls follow.

I see what this is. It’s a unique telling of Cinderella. Jungkook really is a wonderful storyteller.

The carriage pulls away, and I see the girl drop to the ground in a heap. Her eyes brim with tears, and a few stray ones trickle down her face. She looks so desolate, so depressed.

But after a moment, she brings a hand and wipes her own tears. She makes a fist and pushes herself up from the ground. She stands on her own two feet. Her back is shown as she walks away from us and back into the house. In a tiny attic, the girl gathers the small number of things up. It’s clearly her room, with a picture of her and what I presume to be her mom and dad. After she puts everything in her backpack, she looks at the curtains hanging. They’re white and silky, surprisingly untouched, and not ripped. She contemplates for a moment before gently taking them down. A montage plays of her stitching and sewing something together, and before I know it, she’s standing there in a new dress. She walks out of the house and makes her way into the darkness, spine straight and head held high.

The theatre is dark, but I see so much light.

Cut to the ballroom. Jin now sits on a throne, listlessly gazing into the crowd. The party rages on, and there’s now a line of girls standing in front of Jin. Each one has pretty outfits on, but they’re stuffy and heavy with embellishments. Jin just nods as each one curtsies and attempts to get his attention. Gold and silver girl curtsy as peacock woman watches on, but Jin barely even spares them a glance. Peacock woman sniffs haughtily as her daughters go sadly to the dance floor. 

Dramatic instrumental music starts to play and the colors start to bleed and become more vivid on screen. The silver doors open and a confused looking girl is swept into the ballroom. Scratch that, it’s angel girl. She is disoriented as an attendant takes her backpack and escorts her to the end of the line. Angel girl attempts to smooth her hair then looks at the gorgeous ballroom. Time slows as her head tilts up to admire the majestic paintings on the walls. 

I feel Jungkook’s gaze on me but cannot take my eyes off the screen. 

Angel girl’s eyes widen when she realizes that she’s almost to the front of the line. The girl in front of her goes off to dance and she comes face to face with Jin for the first time. The music fades out and there’s only silence. Angel girl curtsies to the best of her ability and sneaks a glance up at Jin. 

He smiles, showing emotion other than boredom for the first time. Jin rises from his chair and holds out his hand, an invitation of some sort. 

In the theatre, I see Jin’s hand lying next to mine on the armrest out of the corner of my eye.  Should I? No. Well..maybe just this once. I mean, it doesn’t mean anything. I don’t know what makes me so brave but I hesitantly reach my fingers out to his. He reacts instantly, his hand entwining with mine. His eyes are on the screen but I see a soft smile appear on his face. I turn my attention back to the screen, trying not to freak out at the blatant hand holding we’re doing. Oh my god, Y/n. What are you doing?! Try not to freak out. It doesn’t mean anything. Yes, it does, but you don’t want to admit it. 

In the film world, Jin is now dancing with angel girl. It’s a gorgeous rendition of Cinderella, and the camera is overhead and we look down at them as Jin twirls angel girl. Her dress fans out and they smile at each other, not saying a word yet still understanding each other. 

The orchestra plays its last chord as the dance ends. Jin bows and angel girl curtesies. They come closer and look as though they could kiss, but then the clock strikes twelve. Angel girl’s eyes widen and she starts dashing through the crowd, bumping into people left and right. 

“I’m sorry! Please excuse me.” She apologizes as she makes her way through the crowd. She snatches her backpack from a very surprised attendant then disappears out the same gilded doors that she entered from. 

Jin takes long strides, attempting to follow her but he gets swept up in the crowd, multiple people trying to talk to him. His one arm is dramatically reached out, and he lets out a sigh; the sight of a desperate man. 

I hear the sound of hopeless music and Jin walks dejectedly back to his throne, sitting there and resuming the same bored face as earlier, except this time he glances towards the door every so often. 

Surely this isn’t the end, right? 

The ballroom is now empty, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere of earlier. There are attendants sweeping the floor and Jin stands and goes to leave, except when he spots something. 

No, it can’t be, I think excitedly. 

It is. Jin looks behind a porcelain vase by the door and sure enough, there’s a chunk of angel girl’s star crown. He snatches it and hastily looks around to see if anyone noticed. They didn’t. The scene ends with the corners of his lips turned up in a soft, sad, private smile. 

I glance at Jin and it seems that he’s wearing the same soft smile as in the film. Our hands are still entwined. 

“6 months later” is written on the screen.

The back of a servant is shown scurrying through a grand hallway with portraits on the wall, clutching a rolled up piece of paper like it’s gold to his chest. He finally reaches his destination and I catch a glimpse of his face. Is that Taehyung? 

I look at Jungkook, confusion on my face. He seems to understand as he just nods and bunny smiles. 

Taehyung enters the room and inside is Jin and what looks to be an advisor, as he’s wearing a formal suit and not servant garb.

“Your Majesty, here’s a message from the Queen of Concordia,” Taehyung says, bowing and giving Jin the scroll then departs. 

Such a cute cameo.

Jin sits down at his desk and the advisor stands patiently behind him. Jin’s brows furrow and he sighs, placing the paper down on his desk. 

“They want me to come visit,” he says, talking to the advisor.

“Well, your Majesty, your countries are in an alliance. It would be in your best interest to go. Unless you’d rather host them?” The advisor asks, making Jin groan. 

“No. There’s not enough time to prepare. I’ll go there in two weeks like they asked.” Jin begrudgingly writes a response and gives it to the advisor. “Please send this to Queen Hayoung.” 

Advisor man bows and gently takes the letter, leaving in big strides. The door shuts behind him and the scene ends with Jin staring out the window at the autumn leaves falling down. 

I’m entranced. This film is so gorgeously done, and Jungkook is such a brilliant storyteller. But, I wonder, what happened to angel girl? Did she escape her situation? Or is she still trapped in that house? 

An ornate carriage gleams in the sun, and Jin, now dressed in a more casual yet  still elegant button up and khakis, climbs into it. His crown is not present on his head, and he leans back against the plush seat and closes his eyes, the picture of a true royal. 

A white castle with deep navy flags and gorgeous gardens comes into view. 

“Your Majesty, we’re here.” The same advisor man gently wakes Jin up.

He opens his eyes and yawns, stretching slightly, then fixes his hair. 

“Thank you Yeojung. May I have my crown?” The advisor, now known as Yeojung, hands him the detailed headpiece. 

“Thank you.” 

The carriage pulls up and a servant opens the door, bowing as Jin and Yeojung step out. Jin nods to the servant, his glistening crown perched atop his groomed hair. 

Guards bow to Jin, then open the door of the palace. Jin grandly enters, the image of confidence. 

“King Seokjin! I’m so glad you could make it!” A woman around Jin’s age walks up to him, grinning. Her white dress reminds me of angel girl’s, yet it’s more stiff and structured. Her pointy white heels gleam against the pristine floor. She looks the perfect image of a queen.

“Hello Queen Hayoung. A pleasure to see you again.” Jin bows elegantly as Hayoung curtsies, and he gives a peck to her gloved hand. 

“Always the gentlemen,” Hayoung says, pleased as Jin’s display of respectful affection. 

“Now, shall we take a walk? I must show you your chambers while you’re here.” Hayoung starts walking, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Jin lets out an almost imperceptible sigh before diligently following her. 

Where is angel girl? I miss her, and hope that Jin doesn’t end up with Hayoung. That would be such a sad ending. 

The camera now shows a quaint cafe. Tucked among a friendly and home-like street, it boasts a pastel pink sign reading “Wings: a bakery for the soul.” The open sign is plugged in and there are wicker tables and chairs outside. The glass window shows cute treats, and as a customer walks out the white painted door, the camera goes in. 

Cozy tables and chairs furnish the inside, with a counter and work station along one wall. Watercolor images of pastries adorn the wall and soft Lofi music plays. There are a couple people sitting and eating/drinking, but the camera instead goes to the girl working the counter. She pours out a drink, seamlessly making a latte heart. She turns around and I gasp. It’s angel girl!

“Here’s your latte and your strawberry pastry.” She looks even prettier without the mask, and I can finally see her face for the first time. 

Angel girl puts the two treats on the counter in front of an anxious looking teen. He pays, but is distracted by a girl working on her laptop in the corner of the cafe. 

“For the record, she loves strawberry pastries,” angel girl says, smiling knowingly as the boys gulps but thanks her. He then makes his way hesitantly over to laptop girl, and they start to chat, him giving her the strawberry pastry. 

Angel girl smiles at them, shaking her head lovingly. Longing is evident in her eyes, but she turns back around to start preparing another drink. 

I can’t believe angel girl escaped! I hope that she is happy. But, still, I wish that she and Jin would meet again. 

Speaking of Jin, he occasionally squeezes my hand, and I can’t look at him when he does. I’m sure my hand is sweaty, and I wonder why he even wants to hold it. But I can’t deny how my heart rushes every time he gently squeezes. Luckily my attention is again stolen by the screen.

The moon shines in the sky, and stars wink across the velvet night. Jin is shown in a lavish four poster bed, with deep sapphire colored blankets and fluffy satin pillows surrounding him. But he isn’t asleep. He is under the covers but turned on his side towards the window, where the moon shines through, casting milky moonbeams on the plush carpet. 

The theatre is silent as Jin throws the covers off and goes to look out at the moon. There are no words to describe how he looks, but the best I can think of is ethereal. The silver moonlight makes him glow like an angel, and his thin white shirt only adds to the aesthetic. He gazes into the night before reaching into his pocket and pulls out a piece of metal. 

The piece of angel girl’s star crown twinkles in the pale light. He kept it.

“Someday. Please, someday,” Jin whispers, quietly begging to the stars above to meet angel girl again. 

She’s somewhere, I say mentally, you just need to look in the right place. 

The stars don’t respond, only continuing to shine in the canopy above. 

Jin pads sadly over to the bed again, and carefully lays the crown piece next to his own bigger and fancier crown. Then he crawls into the bed, and closes his eyes. 

The moon transitions to the glowing sun, and Jin blinks, a patch of sun directly hitting his eyes. There’s a knocking sound at the door, and Jin hurriedly sits up, trying to tame down his hair.

“Come in,” he says, morning voice raspy.

So hot, I think, then try to scold the thought away. But it’s getting harder to make them all go away, especially when the man is holding my hand and only a couple feet away from me. 

Yeonjung pops in, bowing. “Your Majesty, Queen Hayoung had an unexpected problem come up, so she will be attending to that all day. But she requested that you feel free to explore the kingdom today.” He bows again, then leaves Jin to get ready. Jin thanks him, then smiles. 

Angel girl is shown now, smiling too as she unlocks the cafe with some of her workers.

“What’s with the good mood, boss?” A girl asks, tying her apron on.

“I’m not sure. I just have a good feeling about today,” angel girl responds, shrugging as she starts putting out pastries. 

“So, your Majesty, what would you like to do today?” Yeonjung asks, as Jin pulls on his loafers. He’s dressed in a forest green sweater and dark jeans, looking even more casual than in the carriage. 

“I’m not sure. Let’s just go wander the streets for a while,” Jin suggests, causing the other to sputter.

“B-but your Majesty! What about security? And assassins? Oh no, what if-“

“Yeonjung. Please, we’ll be fine. I’m trained in basic combat, and, besides, this kingdom is very calm.” 

Yeonjung miserably looks at Jin’s determined face and comes to the conclusion that he can’t convince his stubborn ruler otherwise.

“Fine, your majesty, but please wear these sunglasses for some sort of a disguise.” He hands the dark shades over and Jin rolls his eyes, but puts them on.

“Happy?” He asks.

“No, but it’s better than nothing,” Yeonjung mumbles. 

“Great, so let’s go!” Jin happily walks out the door with a stressed looking Yeonjung following. 

I laugh a little, amused at how Jin’s sunglasses do not match his outfit at all. Oh well, they still look good on him, as everything does. 

Jin and Yeonjung appear strolling down a street with thatched rooftop houses. Kids are playing and people on bicycles zip past them. The sun shines, and there’s a slight breeze ruffling Jin’s hair.

“Isn’t this nice, Yeonjung?” Jin asks, “Just walking peacefully. No documents to sign, no annoying people…”

“Yes, your Majesty, but shouldn’t we be heading back to the palace soon?” Poor Yeonjung asks. 

“Soon…let’s go one more place. How about-“ Jin turns the corner and randomly points to a place “-there!” 

It’s the cafe where angel girl works. 

Oh my god. They’re going to meet again! 

“Fine, your Majesty, but after can we please go back to the castle?” Yeonjung pleads, hoping that Jin will see reason. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s go get something to eat!” 

Jin has a pep in his step as he bounces to the cafe, staring at the cute sign.

“Wings, huh. Reminds me of you,” Jin says, peeking into his pocket at angel girl’s star crown piece.

Come on, come on, I think, rooting for those two to meet. 

“Wow, Yeonjung, look at all the pretty treats,” Jin says after he enters the cafe. 

“Yes, your Majesty. Now what would you like to get?” Yeonjung says, ushering Jin to the counter. 

“I don’t know, give me a second, Yeonjung!” Jin says, huffing dramatically as he scans the chalkboard menu. 

“Hi, I’ll be with you in one second!?” She has her back turned, hair in a ponytail as she makes a drink. 

“Okay,” she turns around, drink in hand, “What can I get for-“

“You,” Jin breathes, eyes blown wide and plump lips parted. He’s frozen, only able to stare at the girl he’s been searching for since the ball. 

Splash! Angel girl drops her drink, but doesn’t even pay attention to it. 

“You..” She matches his shock, eyes boring into him, as if she’s afraid that if she looks away he’ll disappear. 

Time stands still, similar to in the ballroom. Quiet music fills the scene, adding the right amount of drama to the critical scene. 

Jin steps around the counter and his loafers get all pink because of the drink on the floor. She watches him, still in disbelief. 

He gently cups her face and they both lean in, about to kiss when- Still With You: a film by Jeon Jungkook and Golden Closet Films. 

The words fade onto the now black screen. 

Was that the end? I wanted to see their happy ending! What happened with Jin and angel girl? Did they successfully get together?

The credits start rolling but I ignore them and turn to Jungkook, slipping my hand out of Jin’s. I miss the warmth, but have to discuss this ending with Jungkook. 

“Jungkook! How could you end it like that?” I exclaim, becoming more annoyed when he just smirks.

“What’s wrong, babe? Don’t like the ending?” He asks, making my face flush at the pet name.

“No, you don’t get to say that! I want to know what happened.” I cross my arms at him and shake my head. “You’re mean, Kookie, for leaving it at a cliffhanger.”

“I want the audience to make up their own mind about what happened,” Jungkook says, still smirking at my response. 

“Did you at least enjoy my wonderful acting?” Jin asks, making me turn my attention to him. 

“Yes, Jin you did great. The whole thing, the acting, set, cinematography, it was all amazing,” I gush to both Jin and Jungkook.

“Thank you, Y/n. Our Jungkook-ah did do a spectacular job.” Jin pulls the youngest into a side hug, hip checking him as Jungkook groans.

“Jin-hyung, there are people watching,” he complains, trying to pry himself out of Jin’s iron grip.

“I don’t care. You’re still my little Jungkook-ah in my heart,” Jin says, pouting for extra effect. 

I laugh and whip my phone out and take a photo before either of them can react. Jungkook looks so ticked off and Jin so proud in the picture. 

“Y/n, you delete that right now,” Jungkook warns, finally succeeding in untangling himself from Jin. 

“No.” I say resolutely, shoving my phone into my purse and zipping it. 

“Yes.” He argues, reaching for my phone. 

I laugh then dodge his hands, quickly going over to Namjoon. 

“Joonie! Take this and don’t give it to Jungkook.” I shove my purse into his arms and he takes it, confused nonetheless. 

“Okay..?” He holds it while talking with Hobi. 

I walk calmly back to Jungkook, who unfortunately got caught up talking to a critic. Jin stands politely next to him.

“Your work was stunning, Jungkook. I look forward to seeing your future films.” The critic claps Jungkook on the shoulder, grinning as he takes his leave.

“Thank you, sir.” Jungkook bows, then turns back to me, “There you are. Did you delete that picture?” 

“Yes,” I lie, praying he doesn’t see through me. It’s just a photo, for heavens sake! 

“I don’t believe you for a second babe, but for the sake of appearances I will let it go for now.” Jungkook narrows his eyes as Jin laughs. 

“Honey, let’s go,” he says, leading you to the rest of the boys, Jungkook following with a quick “Hey! Don’t leave me!” 

“Alright, everyone here?” Namjoon asks, handing me back my purse. 

I mouth a thank you before slinging it back on my shoulder, watching Jungkook out of the corner of my eye.

“Yep. Now let’s go home, it’s been a long night,” Yoongi says, ever the homebody.

“I agree,” Jimin says, leaning on Yoongi. 

My tiredness hits me like a wave, and I realize that my feet are hurting from my heels and my neck from watching the film. 

“Home it is.” Namjoon agrees before we make our way out to the car. 

I’m too tired to even pay attention to the seating arrangement, and don’t protest when I sit shotgun again. 

My thoughts are drifting in and out of consciousness, but I manage to stay awake until we reach the house.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, but Jungkook opens my door and holds out his hand.

“Here, babe, let me help you.” 

He sweeps me up bridal style, and I weakly protest.

“Jungkook, put me down,” I say sleepily.

“No, babe, you’re tired. Let me take you up to your room.” He leaves no room for argument, so I let him carry me up the stairs.

His muscles must be huge, my tired brain thinks unhelpfully. 

Jungkook lays me on the bed delicately, and unstraps my wedges from my feet. 

“As much as I want to let you sleep babe, you need to change,” he says, making me groan.

“Come on, babe, it won’t take long,” he insists, “Please? For me?”

I open my eyes and half heartedly glare at him.

“Fine. Just because you asked so nicely.” 

With all the remaining strength in my body I heave myself out of bed and stagger to my dresser. I pull out a big sleep shirt and sweats then stumble to the bathroom to change. Well, might as well brush my teeth too, I think, never one to want a cavity.

After changing, brushing my teeth, and taking my makeup off, I flick off the light and step into my room. Jungkook is still sitting on the bed, but now in pjs. 

“Kook? What’re you still doing in here?” I ask sleepily.

“Waiting to make sure you get to bed safely,” he responds, opening my covers back. “Now, come on and sleep.”

I take my glasses off and get in bed, sighing happily as I snuggle under the covers

“Good night, Y/n,” Jungkook says as he tucks the covers over me. He makes sure to put the blankets on top of me. Then he gets up and turns off the light, opening the door so that the dim light of the hallway spills into my room. 

“Wait,” I say softly, as he lingers in the doorway, “Ummm, well, no, never mind.” That’s such a rash idea, why would I even wonder it?” 

“What, Y/n? You know I’ll do anything you ask,” Jungkook says quietly, his figure blurry as he stands in the doorway.

He would?

“Ummm, well, I’m a bit cold, and was wondering if you would maybe want to um come and um warm me up?” I manage to say, closing my eyes in embarrassment. Why did I just ask Jungkook to cuddle with me in the more awkward way possible? Of course he’ll say no to a question asked like that.

“Y/n?” I hear Jungkook ask. Wait, he sounds close.

I open my eyes and a slightly less blurry Jungkook stands on the opposite side of the bed. 

“Jungkook?” I ask, squinting, “What are you doing just standing there?”

He looks bashful (well, from what I can see) and pulls back the covers slowly. “Are you sure that you want me to..well..” he gestures to the bed and I start to worry. Does he misunderstand what I mean? Or does he not want to cuddle? Oh god, am I forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to?

“Oh, well if you don’t want to cuddle then just tell me, I don’t want you to feel forced to and-“

“Y/n.” Jungkook climbs in the bed swiftly, tucking the covers up and turning on his side to face me, “Don’t overthink it. Of course I want to. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” 

He gets closer to me and I can see his face more clearly (nearsighted vision for the win I guess). His big baby lamb eyes, his perfect nose. Those full, pouty lips that look so kissable. Little moles dot his face, and they’re like small angel kisses to me. His tousled naturally colored ebony hair is messy, and I smile. 

I wish I could capture this moment, somehow copying and pasting it into a scrapbook of memories. 

“I’m comfortable,” I murmer, “So let’s just go to sleep now.” I turn over to my other side and slowly scootch back so my back is against his. 

He wraps his warm arms around me and we spoon to sleep. 

I dream of a boy with doe eyes and gentle touches.

a/n: why do i kind of hate this 😭 as always, so sorry for not updating, but finals week is approaching and i have to stay focused. 💪🏼 please stay safe and healthy, and to anyone with finals, best of luck!! 🩷🩷

[scp230kinnie]

Hey bro I see that your back now!!:)Was wondering if you could write a Hunter fic there are none on this app and I’m dying😭💕

YESS OKAY OKAY ermmmm let’s see

Hunter Sylvester x reader

Character: Hunter Sylvester

Genre: Fluff I guess😭 sum angst i think

Lots of it is paraphrased cuz I didn’t wanna sound stupid.. I also change the plot a bit

Warnings: I KEEP SWITCHING BETWEEN SECOND AND THIRD PERSON IM SORRY mentions of his mommy issues. Arguing. I suck at writing things. Reader = y/n💀 That’s it I think,,,, nOT PROOFREAD

Hunter Sylvester and you were once kindred spirits, enduring the rough path of middle school together. Your friendship was going perfect for a while, and he’d even started to gain feelings for you.

The long shadow of change began to appear as the first day of high school approached. Hunter, a sentimental guitarist with a heart full of unsaid things, started to notice changes in the shapes of your friendship. The smooth relationship you used to have was torn apart by new people, different schedules, different levels of popularity, and new environments. When high school came around, you started to get (somehow) more popular, and he felt as if he was left behind.

underneath it all, Hunter had more than just a quiet crush that had grown stronger with time. When life threw a curveball at him in sixth grade, your friendship came through for him. His mother had left abruptly, leaving a kind of void in him. You were one of the few constants in the midst of the chaos, providing comfort during the storm.

The strains of life’s melody transformed into a battlefield where your two bands were destined to be put against each other—a Battle of the Bands. As the band's frontman, Hunter struggled with the memory of a friendship that had endured heartache and the passage of time in addition to the need for victory. He would do anything to win the battle of the bands, and you both knew that.

On that crucial night, Hunter's nerves were crazy. His fists tightened, and like a melancholic tune, the recollections of sixth-grade hardships and your support reappeared. You tuned your instrument (or practiced your vocals), symbolically adjusting the common past that appeared through the bonds of your friendship.

The night goes on and the crowd seats and sings along with all the different songs that the different bands were playing. The judges had made their decision and everyone was waiting to hear who the number one champion. Or “metal lord” would be. (I’m so sorry💀)

Hunters band, Skullflower secured the place of runner up. A bittersweet taste after hearing that your band had been the winner. Amidst the cheers and applause, Hunter knew he had to come find you. He may have been a little upset, but ultimately he was extremely proud of you for winning. He’s always known you’d loved music, and you would constantly practice.

He found you in the band room in another hallway of the school. “Hey.” Is all he can manage to say. He says it quietly, but just loud enough for you to have heard it. You turn to him and look up to meet his eyes. “I’m glad you guys won, you really deserved it.” He says. He tries his best not to sound bitter or sarcastic, because he really means what he’s saying. You smile in return.

“Thanks Hunter. Honestly I feel like your band should’ve won. You guys were amazing” you say in response. He smiles the slightest bit back at you.

“I feel like you should know.. while it’s just us..” he starts to say, but doesn’t know how to finish it. His eyes reflect years of shared history, as well as love for you. He thinks you look absolutely beautiful tonight. As well as every day of course. “I really missed you. Being with you- I’m- hanging out with you I mean. We used to be so close I guess we just.. drifted when we got to this school you know? Your popularity just intimidated me a bit and I thought you would turn out like the other fake bitches at this school.”

“I missed hanging out with you too. We used to be so close and I just.. thought you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore when you stopped talking to me. Stopped calling me to talk about random things and texting me about your day. I thought you hated me” you respond.

“I thought I did too. But if I have to be honest, I was just scared. I just really liked you. Ever since middle school.. I mean- I still do, but I- I just- I don’t know. I thought that if I told you that you’d make fun of me and tell all your friends and stuff. I dont Care if you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to tell you.” He says. It sounds like he’s just saying whatever comes into his mind, without even thinking. “You just looked so beautiful on that stage and I just felt so proud when I found out your band won”

You’re not sure how to respond. “Hunter i… what..? Why..? I’ve never really seen you as the type of guy to have a crush on people. I thought you were too ‘metal’ for that” admittedly you’d caught him staring at you a fair bit of times. You’d had a hunch he felt something for you, but you couldn’t be sure because of his usual demeanour. “I really like you too, if I’m being honest. I always regret us drifting apart. I felt like you’d never like me back, but knowing what I know now.. it’s really.. I don’t know”

“So if that’s the case, want to go out with me? I have some tickets to a concert in town later this week”

And whatever you can imagine what happens from there

Thanks for reading, sorry if it’s bad or hard to read. Leave me more metal lords requests AND ALICE IN BORDERLAND REQUESTS PLEASE

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[kanencrow]

Hii can you do gwen x fem!reader who’s also a spiderwomen? (maybe with musically inclined abilities like hobie)

Her Spider-Muse - Across The Spiderverse | Headcanon

A/N: Thank you for the request! I feel like I went a little off the rails with this one, but I tried to still center it around what you wanted. Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY: How would Gwen Stacy be with a girlfriend who’s a musically inclined Spider-Woman?

WARNINGS: All characters are 18+. Spoilers for Across the Spiderverse. Fem!Reader.

WORD COUNT: 1500+

Gwen is absolutely enraptured with you. She thinks of herself as the luckiest girl in the world, because not only are you her girlfriend, but you’re also Spider-Woman, and you can play instruments. She likes the fact that, other than the common identity you and her share, you both can easily relate with one another in an entirely different aspect. She loves music herself, even though she quit her band, but that didn’t necessarily have anything to do with her passion for playing the drums. They just weren’t her crowd, but you are to her, and she likes to take advantage of that every now and then by having you jam out with her whenever the two of you are having a particularly slow day of crime-fighting. 

Since you’re also Spider-Woman, it’s really interesting to know what your own special abilities are. You and her both knew of the spiderverse, and how there were billions of different Spider-People like you and her, but they all seemed to be different in their own right, and so she just thought the same applied to you. Especially when she had first met you late one night, while she was swinging back home to get some much needed rest. An odd looking, bright portal had appeared, and out came you. It was a rough landing, and you definitely made a sound of hurt at the harsh fall, but it didn’t take you very long to get up on your feet and freak out, because you had absolutely no idea where you had been taken. 

Your first interaction with her was a little rocky, but things swiftly smoothed out not too long after. Realizing that you were also Spider-Woman, who used music as a way to express your powers, in a way that was pretty different from your typical Spider-Person, was a pretty fascinating thing to her. Only later on did you and her realize that Hobie was similar in that way, but at the time, you were the only other Spider-Person she knew of. And then when you and her were eventually sucked out of your own worlds and plopped into Earth-1610, things just got a little crazy from there. You met Miles Morales, and then Peter Parker, and Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and even Porky Parker, which was kind of interesting to you. 

You didn’t know a pig could be Spider-Man.

Throughout that time, your relationship with Gwen grew. Because the both of you had known each other a bit longer than any of the other Spider-People you eventually met, you and her remained at each other's sides through the thick of everything all those months ago. When it was all said and done, you – unfortunately – went back home, but it wasn’t before the blonde confessed to you that she liked you, as more than a friend. And so, throughout the stand still, where you were stuck in your own world, and she was stuck in hers, it made things very difficult. For the both of you.

But then when the second round of portals appearing happened, and you were picked up by Miguel O’Hara and Jess Drew, you begged them to let you see Gwen. But it seemed as though your Spider-Woman was already twenty steps ahead of you. When you made it to Earth-928 and met a ton of other Spider-People who apparently resided in what they called a spider society, you also reunited with the person you had been wanting to see for far too long. 

That time of your life was an interesting one, though. Getting watches that allowed you to go into other worlds was pretty cool. Honestly, it was how you and Gwen spent some of your dates. You would bring your guitar with you, strap it to your back, and she would ask you to play some songs for her, while the two of you sat on the edge of some random building, in some random universes’ version of New York. Those nights in particular were comforting. They brought the both of you solace, and took your minds away from the thoughts of tomorrow, and what certain villains were planning on gifting you. 

Sitting on top of a building was also where you and her shared your first kiss. It was a quiet night. You were tired, and so was she. Your mask rested on your thigh as your hand rested over it to keep it in place, while Gwen had hers settled to the side. No one was able to see the two of you. It felt like a little secret safe space to you and her, and in a way, it was. You and her were simply talking about nothing particularly important, and then the topic of your favorite hobby, the thing you were passionate about, came up. You went on and on about it, a smile on your lips the entire time, and the blonde couldn’t help but stare at you as though you were the only other person in the world. 

A flurry of heavy emotions entered her stomach the longer you spoke, and it eventually got to a point where she quietly scooted in close, as she reached a hand up to rest it on your jaw. Immediately, you stopped speaking when you felt her gloved palm touch you, still adorned in her suit, and the moment your gaze met hers, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. It was gentle and soft. So much so to the point where it almost brought tears to your eyes. The way she conveyed how much she cared about you through such a simple action threw your mind into a whirlwind. And so when the two of you inevitably pulled away, all you could do was stare at her with a parted mouth and an expression of utter shock. 

She thought it was cute. 

And honestly, you had a lot of other firsts with her. Not all of them were as soft as your first kiss, but those moments were still times in the relationship that you and her knew were always going to be remembered. 

Like smacking a villain in the face with your guitar. Or using a gadget you had made, that produced a deafening musical note. Unfortunately, it was a bust, considering it not only deafened your enemies, but also yourself and anyone else who was around. You and Gwen had ringing ears for a few days after that one, but hey, it was an experience neither of you regretted. What you did regret was breaking your instrument, though. So, you know… that wasn’t a very fun time for you. 

But all was fixed when you were gifted a spider-themed guitar for your birthday, by your wonderful girlfriend. She knew how attached you were to your prized instrument, and you definitely showed how thankful you were when you let out a happy little squeal the moment you unveiled the wrapped up box that encased your six string. Of course, you gave her a tight hug that proved how appreciative you were, and she couldn’t stop herself from giggling softly and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. She always liked it when you’d get overly excited over something that might have been seen as mundane to someone else.  

Since you and her are both Spider-Women, too, there’s definitely been a time where you’ve asked to do the cliche Spider-Man kiss. It came to your mind one time when you and Gwen were swinging through New York. You called to her and asked her about it, and she let out a loud laugh before voicing how she wasn’t entirely against the idea, but also how that movie kiss was way too over-fantasized. As in, she doubted it would have been nearly as enjoyable as it seemed in the movies. 

Still, she entertained the idea. 

It wasn’t terribly bad, but you and her would have much rather kissed each other normally. It was a cute moment, though. Lots of giggles and smiles against each others’ mouths, before one of you would pull away and let out an amused giggle that almost caused you to fall, whenever you decided to be Spider-Man in the situation. When Gwen tried being the latter, she actually did fall, but because of her abilities, she managed to correct herself before she bashed her head against the floor. 

After that, you and her stopped doing it. 

You didn’t want your girlfriend to get hurt, even though she was very durable, like you.

It was just that natural protective nature the both of you had towards one another. 

Naturally, it comes out when you and your partner both live a life that consists of fighting crime. But you and her make up for it. When everything has settled down, and the streets seem to be clean of idiotic villainous wannabes – for the time being – you and her sneakily go back to spider society to rest for the remainder of the night, or back to the apartment that you and her bought, for the sake of being closer to each other. Especially on the nights when nightmares creep into your minds, and you both are needing the comfort of one another. Either way, the two of you are inseparable. 

Just like you and your guitar. 

[imalwaysinconfusion]

Music Artists the Miracles✨ listens to:

-Kagami

Kendrick Lamar (HEAVY ON HIM)

J.I.D.

some underground soundcloud shit like he would say “yeah was there when so and so been posting on soundcloud” type stuff

LATTO

NICKI MINAJ

MEGAN THEE STALION (that’s his wife, has to fight aomine all the time over her)

yk he gotta keep up with his black american girlies 😫

he loves paramore… MISERY BUSINESS?!… shut him up

-Kuroko

lana del ray… don’t ask me why, i’ve never listened to her fr, but i see it for him

some pleasant smooth indie bands

Lake street drive, their song hypotheticals to be exact (very good song btw

anything easy listening honestly

80’s city pop

-Kise

def a kpop girlie

girl group stan

a blink and a ive girlie

takao HATES that he’s a blink they don’t talk about it

loves wony VERY MUCH, does not play about her

but he also ADORESS KEP1LER

started listening to del ray recently, (tetsu put him on) likes her a lot

loves ice spice and pinkpantheress, together and separately

listen to a bit of t-swift, just a tiny bit

-Murasakibara

A LOT of underground indie bands

anything with a lot of percussions

atsushi is a drummer so yk he needs to hear a lot of dem drums

alt rock, or just alternative in general

PARAMORE… he loves them found them before kagami mentioned them to him

FALL OUT BOY HEAVY ON THEM

loves skillet to went to see them in concert started crying

love the type of rap that’s like out of pocket but like who tf cares cause it goes hard

CHOCHISE… LOVES THAT MAN

mura love to dance so yk

-Midorima

a swiftie but will never admit it, kise and takao found out… GIRLLLLL

but all in all doesn’t really listen to a lot of music unless takao make him

so with that being said, he has been listening to kpop, female rappers, rap in general

he LOVES meg, he just loves how she tells her life through rap

and he just mesmerized by how it moves like water😩

oh and he loves shakira for some reason, the guys don’t know why, but kagami understands and won’t explain to the rest

loves the lo-fi girl instrumental study music, its soothing to him

-Aomine

yk he loves sexyy red 😭

“IM LOOKING FOR THE HOOOESS”

he just loves she don’t gaf

MONALEO LOVES THAT WOMAN DOWN

FLO MILLI

MEG, yk he tussles wit kagami

Cobra rock ver. ON REPEAT

HEAVY ON MR. JERMAINE COLE, cause yk he always talks about how he biracial, and aomine can relate with that

loves cardi so much, bongos 🤭

YK HE HAS TO LISTEN TO KPOP BOYS

yk he got all the bts boys solo shit on REPEAT

ATEEZ🗣️

(aomine my twin so yk🫶🏾)

-Akashi

ik it’s cannon for him to listen to classical but i don’t think he be actually LIKING THAT SHIT MAN

like i do think it’s brings him peace from a hard day and helps him to study but like to listen just to listen???

N O

HE LOVES HEAVY METAL

SLIPKNOT😫😫😫😫

Mibuchi got him on it

rock, alternative, 80s CITY POP

anything that reminds him of his mom

also anything that tries to reach his inner child since he never got the chance to be one

and kise and mura help him with that

AND HAYAMA

the veggietales and backyardagains soundtracks speaks to him he found out

also his dad also gave some of old music like bobby brown???? like okay mr masaomi

like ig you cool but you still suck as a daddy a person

so yk he LOVES WHITNEY HUSTON NOWADAYS

overall he needs to heal and is moving towards it

:)

[oitommothetease]

Crawlin’ back to you

Pairing: Darkish Peacemaker x reader, Christopher Smith x reader

Description: Porn without plot. Peacemaker fucks - that is the plot. Just a smutty drabble I wrote to get out of this writing slump.

Word count: 655 words

Warning: 18+, Peacemaker being a shit dude, some ass play, this takes place after ep 1. 

Chris didn't know what it was. It definitely wasn't a woman, the creature was well, confusing. And when Chris sat on the road with his beloved Eagly beside him, he realized he was hard. Very hard. After months of being in a hospital bed - his body mistook the adrenaline from the fight for an erection. He needed relief - fast.

And so he went back to the bar where he followed Harcourt and met that woman or whatever the dead creature was. He was a bit careful this time - he wasn't looking for just a woman this time. He wanted to make sure that the woman he would go home with was indeed human. As he looked around the almost empty place, his eyes landed on you. And that was how he found you - sitting alone in the corner.

Stretching and shrugging his shoulders in preparation, he made his way toward you and took a seat in front of you. Chris had always been a cocky bastard, and when others pointed out his toxicity, he always shrugged it as his confidence and their insecurity. Because who wouldn’t want him, right? 

You sighed, suppressing an eye roll as you schooled your glass, ignoring the bulky white man sitting across you. You were really not in the mood for whatever bullshit this guy was going to offer.

“Hey, I -”

You spoke, cutting off his introduction. Yes, you came to this stupid place to get laid - but after being catcalled by multiple men - your aim shifted to finishing the drink and just going home to call it a day. “You know, usually when people sit alone, they wanna be just left alone.”

You looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as you delegated. “Can you go?” You arched a brow and raised your hand pointing away from the table indicating him to leave. God, you wished he would leave without creating a scene.

“Thank you!” you chirped delightedly as he stood up because you honestly didn't think he would listen. But soon your expression changed when he turned around again.

⁓⁓⁓

“Thank you!” you moaned as Chris bounced you on his cock - his hands holding your hips so tightly that you were sure it would scar for days but you were too out of it to even notice - on the verge of your third orgasm.

“Hmm yes,” He hummed, “You're such a good girl. Letting me fuck you and so grateful.”

Chris complimented, but you were out of it to even comprehend that he was saying something, one of his hands leaving your hip to squeeze your breast in his palm - his finger pinching your nipple as he pulled your straddled body downwards with your bud and placed his mouth on your ignored breast - sucking harshly. The hand on your hip loosened as his thumb gently rubbed over your untouched puckered hole.

You hissed as his finger made its way inside your empty hole without any warning, your cunt clenching his dick like a glove and he groaned against your chest. You came. Four times, you think. And after the fifth orgasm, you were squirting, and as you opened your mouth to plead with him to stop - Chris immediately sensed this and freed his hand from your breast to insert two fingers inside your mouth and silence your cries of pleasure. You were thankful for his fingers because the sound that would have come out of you would have been so desperate. You were desperate and all you wanted was more of him. Or were you going to beg him to stop? You couldn’t remember. All you could feel was Chris and how he played with your body like you were his favorite instrument.

That night, the only sound that could be heard in the room were your moans as he fucked your quivering holes and of course, your gratitude as you whispered thank yous over and over again.

[emi-writings]

Honestly, still kinda pissed that someone saw my jokey post about changing c!Wilbur – in a way that would have resulted in the exact same mc skin – and decided to scold me for “changing a loved character” in a way they considered “sucks”.

Could you imagine if commented every fanart of zombie Wilbur with “this isn’t canon and also it sucks” just because I personally didn’t like the zombie Wilbur headcanon?

My headcanons also aren’t something new, I just held back on how extreme they were because I knew people who were obsessed with cc!Wilbur would get upset for doing things cc!Wilbur wouldn’t like, even if I could back up why I have those headcanons from the canon material!

Just because I posted something in a jokey way, it doesn’t mean that these aren’t things I have spent years exploring in my fanfics, ideas that always wanted to expand on but never did before.

Why do I headcanon Wilbur as a witch? Because potions in Minecraft are considered magic, you get the death message “killed by magic” when killed by potions, and the mob witch uses potions. Wilbur is strongly associated with potions because he started a potion scam when he joined the dsmp! I held back from including things like astrology, but now that cc!Wilbur is dead to the fandom, I figured I wouldn’t need to anymore.

I’ve actually included Wilbur with witchy tattoos in my fanfics before! In the first ever tattoo artist/flower shop in the tntduo fandom!

Gender nonconforming Wilbur is simply based on the fact that he does act very gender nonconforming in canon. He serenaded Quackity to get him pregnant, he refers to himself as the Yin to Quackity’s Yang, I don’t want to touch on the Ghostbur and Friend shenanigans.

Wilbur not understanding geography? He needs help finding things on the server, and he clearly doesn’t know how countries work if he thinks he can just claim a piece of unused land and call it a country. It’s a funny little joke, he doesn’t even know what exactly is going on in terms of countries in the server, he just cares about his own thing.

Wilbur is one of the many characters that didn’t have a canonically height listed, so I made him a bit shorter than his cc! counterpart… He’s still taller than most other characters, it’s not much of a difference that I think would matter.

We know Wilbur is a musician as he composed the L’manburg anthem, but canonically the only instruments in the dsmp are the noteblocks. But I think woodwind instruments make sense for Wilbur, since they’re capable of playing some hauntingly beautiful melodies, and as the son of the angel of death, I think that would make sense for his character.

Like, I shouldn't feel more pressured to make my headcanons of c!Wilbur more like cc!Wilbur after we all agreed that the character was separate from the content creator!

[koorinokujira]

Transformers thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone - Forgotten melodies of eld

I have a bit of a tendency to overthink my favorite media and make strange associations with other things, and Transformers is no different right now. Those robots are spinning in my head like leftover pasta in a microwave. Anyhow, last night I was thinking about Cybertronian music.

(Ramble incoming! Also I might get stuff wrong, I am still fairly new in the fandom, after all. So please, forgive my potential ignorance.)

Now, there usually isn't that much lore on it from what I've seen, which absolutely sucks and I need more. What I've also noticed is that there often seems to be more of a focus on the musical instruments (which I also definitely need more lore on), rather than vocals. And hoo boy do I have thoughts about that specificallly.

Cybertronians have voice boxes, right? And considering their mechanical anatomy, it's pretty safe to say that they can hold on for way longer than our vocal cords. After all, it's not like a computer or its speakers start breaking down after a few hours of music being played continuously. Of course, such a voice box would be more complex, and there are definitely some more unique ways for it to break or damage, but... I generally like to think they are pretty durable when they are used for speech or song. Which brings me to the concept which I decided to call "mechanical elves", or something to that effect.

Now, what does that even mean? It's simple; I was inspired by the portrayal of elven music in various fantasy media, like J. R. R. Tolkien's works. Songs that reach the deepest parts of your soul in an ancient, ellegant language, voices that sing heartwrenching ballads for hours on end about tragedies that happened millennia ago. And I thought... wouldn't that work for Cybertron? Or at least, Cybertron in its beginnings?

You have a race of giant, mechanical beings, many of which have lived for millions of years. And they do love their music, even if we often have no idea what it's like and get only snippets from their culture. You have people like Blaster, who is literally nicknamed "The Voice" in the IDW1 comics and uses his voice to inspire his fellow Autobots, among other things. Just their voice boxes alone have so much potential, and that just makes me feel stuff, honestly.

Why wouldn't they sing for incredible amounts of time without stopping, at least when the times weren't so complicated just yet?

Did the first Cybertronian who ever hummed a melody feel so much joy that he simply kept going and couldn't stop, before excitedly teaching others? When a friendship started to feel more than it already was, did the night start with a passionate serenade sung by a singular voice, which, as the hours went by, turned into a duet full of affectionate words to one another? When a Cybertronian died for the first time, did his brothers sing for his memory, and to survive the sorrow as they had no tears to weep?

Mechanical voices crying out in raw emotion to let the world know they're there, only for others to answer. Languages and dialects no longer spoken, beautifully haunting melodies long forgotten. And as the time went on, the world started to get more and more quiet, before the old compositions finally gave way to the new ones. Perhaps the Titans who yet live still remember a few notes or words once sung.

All that's left of the beginnings now is a requiem doubling as an ode to hope.

Its words?

"'Til all are one."

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Glamrock Bonnie x Glamrock Freddy Headcanons

SFW Headcanons

- Glamrock Bonnie and Glamrock Freddy are the kind of couple that have a sort of eerie telepathy between them. They have their own differing preferences and personalities, but they just work so well together. Both almost naturally anticipate the other’s needs and finish one another’s sentences.

- Bonnie and Freddy would love kids of their own but they’re reasonable and wouldn’t overdo it like many would joke they would. Probably three or four kids maximum. They see what happens in the plex when so many kids are in one place and attention can’t be spread equally…

- Freddy sucks at sports in general. No matter how hard he tries to practice bowling and get better for Bonnie, he is just bad at coordination. Little does he know Bonnie secretly finds this super cute and doesn’t mind reteaching him how to bowl every single time they play. He loves that Freddy enjoys the fun of the game anyway.

- The one thing the bear beats Bonnie at every time is board games. Fazopoly was banned from the Glamrock’s future game nights for causing fights among all of the band members. Freddy’s favorite board games involve useless trivia that nobody else really would care about remembering…except him!

- Other than that, the pair are pretty evenly matched and mesh well together. They have their big heated arguments like any couple but they settle them civilly. Communication is really their secret to success. They will immediately let the other know if there is an issue rather than hesitating to share.

- When Monty came around, Bonnie and Freddy practically adopted him on sight in their minds. It wasn’t often a new face joined the band. Also the fact this gator was so stubborn and hot headed sort of came off like a challenge to guide him on the right path. The couple were determined to do just that.

- They absolutely love physical displays of affection. Hugs, kisses, rubbing noses, you name it. Both love cuddling too. They will almost always be touching each other somehow, even if it’s just a hand on the other’s shoulder to let them know they’re there.

- These two are just overall adorable lovable gay dorks and are totally fine being open about it! They’re open to having others in the relationship too!

NSFW Headcanons (FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER)

- Both Bonnie and Freddy are switches. In their relationship top and bottom aren’t defined roles but rather just moods. It can make things rather unpredictable but that is part of the fun!

- Bonnie plays that bear like a damn instrument, and loves making Freddy get vocal. He knows exactly where when and how hard to get this to happen. He could honestly write songs using him if he wanted.

- Meanwhile, Freddy loves getting the rabbit to move. Ears twitching, feet thumping, tail wiggling. Bonnie isn’t as likely to make noise, but he has a lot of little reflexes his partner can take advantage of.

- Bonnie’s rough and fast, while Freddy’s sensual and slow. Together, they equalize to a normal pace…most of the time… They are willing to try anything once and like to mix things up. Often if they like it, it becomes part of a wide variety of ways they fuck.

- These two are one of the few couples in the plex that know how to keep this stuff hidden. They work with children after all. Can’t have them seeing any marks Bonnie may have made with his teeth.

- Aftercare kings??? Aftercare kings. They also swear by safe-words and consent. Again, communication is a big thing, even if their bedroom affairs are spontaneous and can get pretty crazy.

- Honestly these two would be very much down for trying to please a third party by working together. They’d also be such a coherent team said third party probably won’t know what hit them at all.