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Ross Lynch: givemewhatuwant

*on tour with the driver era 2024*

“Y/N do you know where we are at?” Garrison calls from the back of the bus with all the boys.

The Driver Era has been on tour for about a month now, traveling all over the east coast showcasing their phenomenal songs that they made from scratch. I had the amazing opportunity to come on the tour as one of the equipment managers. This has been my biggest dream in my career, working at “The Doors Rock Shop”. It’s a well known instrument company in Atlanta Georgia where people would go to get a guitar and a crystal at the same time. I got this amazing job with touring The Driver Era with my cousin Poppy who is with us on tour as one of the tour photographers.

“Y/N!” Ryland shouts from the back. I look outside to see we are about to arrive to the venue in Asheville North Carolina. “we are about to pull up to the venue guys!” I said looking to the back of the bus and I see Ross in the hall with just pajamas pants on. “Word! i’m ready to stretch my legs and get out and move.” Ross said stretching his arms looking like he just woke up from a nap.

Ross and I have gotten really close on this tour. i’m normally not on their bus, i travel in a large van behind the bus with the crew. We haven’t stopped talking to each other whether it’s in person while im helping carry his beautiful gibson to him when he goes in for his solos or text. We make these jokes everytime I have to give his guitar to him in a show and I always make a bet with him about how many girls will scream “take your shirt off!”. Secretly I was jealous I couldn’t be those beautiful girls making him smile and shake his hips like that and pleading to take his shirt off for me. Having him as a friend is the best, I just know he could never like me that way. I’m his equipment manager, I lift speakers and drums for a living and he’s a fucking rockstar sex god. I mean look at his recent ex. like how can I compare to Jaz Sinclair. I have to be just a friend to protect myself from that energy.

Everyone ends up scattering across the venue to start their projects for the day. The show starts at 8 so I scramble around to the strings van to transfer the instruments to their spots on the stage so the boys can start soundchecking and tuning their guitars to the songs.

“Y/N why is it you’re always the one carrying the most stuff in the building when Greg is suppose to do that because of your knee.” Riker says from the green room where I walked in with a coffee for myself and him. “Riker i’m telling you Greg is so fucking slow I can’t bear watching him take 45 minutes to set up a guitar stand. I gotta get the shit done so I can actually enjoy myself for the day.” I express to him and i’m frazzled pinging from one corner of the stage to the other figuring out all the wires and amps so they can start their sound check.

“Y/N take a deep breath or a certain someone is going to come in here and see this and raise hell.” Riker laughed as he secretly points in the direction of Ross and Rocky’s green room. I roll my eyes and wave him off not believing a word he said.

Riker thinks he’s slick with trying to hook me up with Ross ever since we started the tour. i’ve seen the small hints of asking ross to come to me when he can’t find the setlist or where his extra picks are. Riker is basically our tour mom, he is making everyone smoothies and making sure everyone is hydrated before every show. Besides Ross, me and Riker have been attached to the hip.

“Shut up Riker before I grab a pair of scissors and cut your bass strings” I jokingly threaten him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh God Riker what did you do to piss Y/N off again?” Ross said coming out of the side stage with a vintage baseball cap that says “i’m a local celebrity” with a white tee and baggy light washed denim pants. he slings his arm over my shoulder making us sway to the random song playing on the speakers. I look up to see him already looking down at me with that infamous smile he wears. “Nice Hat pretty boy.” i laughed and flicked the bill of the hat. “So which songs are we playing tonight? any newbies?” I smile back at him really hoping he’ll play one of my favorite songs at the show tonight. “Yes Y/N we are playing givemewhatuwant and Natural if that’s what you’re asking.” he chuckles and pulls away from me to pick up his guitar to start sound checking. I squeal and jump off the stage and start jogging to the doors to get the rest of the equipment “YES ROSS YOURE THE BEST” I scream at him and blow him a friendly kiss as I run out the door.

*Ross’ POV*

Y/N is the most precious and loving human I have ever met. she just brightens the room when she walks in. Whether it’s her bubbly personality or just her energy she radiates, it’s one of the reasons why I love having her close by. She makes me feel like life is worth living again. Heartbreak after heartbreak, I felt like love isn’t an option for me anymore. I have thousands of people falling at my feet but it never fills the void of feeling unloved. Hookups and one night stands can only do so much to the point even sex isn’t appealing to you anymore. Ever since Y/N walked into my life, it’s has taken a complete 180. I feel lighter. happier. I wake up excited for the day knowing I get to see and talk to the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She doesn’t compare to any girl I have ever been with or even seen. Befriending her was my first hit in the game and i’m ready for the home run. I want her to be mine. I need her to be my girl. I feel like I can’t live life without her by my side. she completes me in a way I have never felt before. I’m worried i’ll scare her away if I confess what i’ve been feeling inside. I just need to rip the bandaid and just go for it, be a man and express this to this wonderful girl.

*10 minutes before showtime*

*Y/N POV*

“what’s our bet tonight Ross?” I ask him walking up to the band. I just finished helping set up the stage for The Driver Era after Valé’s performance. She did amazing as she does every night. Tonight however the energy feels a bit off. Ross looks like he’s in his head about something and I just don’t know what. Everything went smoothly today and the crowd already has such a good vibe for the night, there’s nothing else to worry about. “Ross? You good?” I asked while rubbing his arm while he looks off in the distance.

“Yeah i’m good, just in my head a bit. Nothing to worry about, probably stage fright.” he has a fake smile plastered on his face to try and not worry me. I know him better than anyone that he is in his head about something and it’s definitely not stage fright.

“Do you need to talk before you go on? you are not good. you can try and fake smile at me but you know it’s not going to work. What’s going on in that head of yours?” I step forward to see his full face instead of the side and look up in those beautiful hazel brown eyes he adorns on his face. he sighs loudly and closes his eyes before opening them he says. “Y/N there’s been a lot of shit going on in my life and ever since I met you, it seems like everything disappeared when you walked in the room. You make me so happy and giddy to the point I get antsy when I don’t see you first thing in the morning. You light up my life and I know we only have known each other for a month but I feel it. My God I hope you feel it too so I don’t feel like the biggest idiot before this sold out show. I like you Y/N, I don’t want to wake up without you by my side. Please tell me you feel the same.” he pleads and grabs

my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine.

“Just shut up and kiss me Ross. I’ve been waiting way too long for you to say those words. I just need your lips on mine before you-“ he slams his lips on mine before I could sentence my sentence. I wrap my arms around his neck melting in his arms loving every second of this moment.

“Ross let’s go! you’ll have plenty of time to make out with Y/N after the show, come on!” Rocky shouts from the side stage making us break away from our heavy kiss. I smile and push him towards his brother. “Lucky for you i’m going to be in the pit with Poppy helping her take photos. I promise to get the best angles, I might sneak a couple just for my entertainment.” I smirk and he laughs and kisses my cheek and runs on stage right on his cue.

The boys are rocking out and came out full throttle. I’ve been helping poppy this show because one of the extra photographers called out and couldn’t make it. I can already feel the energy in this knowing it’s gonna be a great night. “ Y/N why has Ross been staring and smirking at you all night? Did he finally have the balls to do it?” She smirks at me side glancing to the stage. I look up and sure enough he’s staring at me with hooded eyes with his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. He squats down to my level and curls his finger for me to come closer. I take a step towards him and he whispers “you are making it incredibly hard for me to stop this show and take you backstage to have my girl strip that skirt off so I can fuck that beautiful pussy.” he kisses my earlobe and pulls away before I could even react. my jaw drops and I step back and look at poppy and she’s busting out laughing at my reactions and hugs me and squeals in excitement. She always said from day one that Ross will end up falling over me. I brushed it out because of stupidity and insecurities. Now i’m like ‘fuck she’s right…. again’.

“That man is already planning the wedding in his brain and he hasn’t even gotten in your pants yet. I saw the kiss when I was setting up. “ She says while snapping pictures of the band while they play “Natural”. I get excited and dance and sing along. I decide to tease ross a bit, i shake my hips to the beat and drag my palms up my stomach making my shirt ride up a bit. He notices and bites his lip and tilts his hat down and looks at me with sultry eyes. I wink at him and flick him off. he smirks and proceeds to perform the rest of the song.

The show finally ended and the boys are celebrating in the green room with a couple of drinks. I finished my job for the night when I start searching for Ross to actually start my night. I feel hands wrap around my middle and I instantly melt when I smell fresh body wash and sandalwood. “Let’s go to the bus, I promise to keep my hands to myself” Ross mumbles kissing my neck with his hands roaming my hips pulling me closer to his warmth. I chuckle and turn my head to see his face and tease his lips with mine before I dart towards the direction of the bus. I hear his laughs behind me when I get up to the door to the bus.

he meets me inside and starts teasing my neck again guiding me to the back of the bus. He closes the sliding door and locks it in place. I arch my neck towards him in a way to let him know I want his lips on me. He starts sucking on my neck behind my ear. he kisses all the way to my lips and he slams his lips on mine. I moan and run my fingers through his hair and tug at the ends. He groans in my mouth and starts unzipping my corset like top. I gasp when I feel the cold air on my bare back. The shirts comes loose from my body and falls at our feet. “Beautiful” He whispers to himself when he see my breasts in full exposure. He starts peppering kisses all over my breasts and he cups his lips around my nipple and start sucking to drive me wild. I moan a sound that has never escaped from me before and I tug his face up to mine “Just fuck me already Ross. I need you so bad. Feel how wet I am” I whimper grabbing his hand and pressing it to my core. he rubs his fingertips against the sensitive nub and I moan loudly biting my lip. He shrugs his pants off and throws his shirt somewhere while I undress myself as fast as I can. “I wanted this to be slow and make this moment last as long as possible but I can’t bear anything anymore. I need to be inside you baby.” Ross said as he slips on a condom with a groan. He pushes the tip towards my entrance and I close my eyes waiting for the first push. “Look at me Y/N. I need to see your face” he pleads. I open my eyes the same time he enters me and I gasp at the size of him. He slowly thrusts in and out letting me get used to his size.

“Faster Baby. Fuck you feel so good” I scream as his pace picks up. he grabs my leg and throws it over his left shoulder slamming his hips into the back of my thighs. He presses a hand against my stomach and I moan feeling him deeper inside of me. “Fuck baby I can feel it. My god your pussy is perfect. You’re so tight, you were made for me” He groans fucking me harder making me slam a hand on the window beside me. “Ross i’m so close. please let me cum. fuck baby” I moan in his ear and drag my nails down his back. “Yes baby. Let go for me. Cum all over my cock. Make a mess of me. “ he slams his hips into mine as we both hit our climax at the same time. he thrusts slowly while we come from our highs. I breathe heavily and rest my head on the armrest of couch. Ross slowly lays his head on my breast letting some of his weight fall on me. I run my hand through his hair and just smile wanting this moment to never end.

“Whatcha thinking about beautiful?” he asked slowly pulling out making me wince. “Just realizing how did I get this lucky? I don’t deserve you.” my eyes start tearing up looking at his eyes and studying all of his features. “You don’t deserve me? You got it all wrong baby. You are the most beautiful human I have ever laid my eyes on. We are meant to be here in this moment for a reason and I know down the road we will look back at this time and just laugh and smile about all these memories we have made together. I want to make memories with you forever Y/N. l- I love you so fucking much I can’t hold it in anymore.” He rambles sitting up on the L shaped couch and pulling me to his chest. I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. “Ross, I love you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe. I’ll love you to the day I die.” I look up at him and he slams his lips on mine putting a hand over my heart to feel the thumps of my rapid heartbeat. Our lips move and he slips his tongue in and our tongues dance along together lazily.

We finally had the energy to get up after 30 minutes of lazy kisses and just appreciating the moment we just shared. Everyone comes back to the bus after the celebratory shots.

“So where did both of you guys run off too earlier?” Garrison asked slipping on a hoodie and a crochet bucket hat I made for him in Wisconsin. “I don’t kiss and tell but it was definitely fun for sure.” Ross winks and pulls me to sit on his lap.

“They fucked in the back of the bus. there’s a hand print on the window to prove it.” Ryland said smirking into his tequila soda. I roll my eyes and tap the bottom of his cup to make it spill all over his neck and shirt. “Y/N what the fuck dude!” he shouts snatching napkins from Riker. I laugh so hard I snort and then that makes everyone in the bus have a laughing fit. I lean my head back on ross’ shoulder and he kisses the top of my head whispering “I love you” in my ear. my eyes start drooping and I fall asleep on the love of my life and already can’t wait to wake up to experience this life with him.

[visionsoffutile]

Another encounter chapter 4:

It was another dull Saturday at the music store. "Dynasty" by KISS blared softly over the speakers, the distant wail of guitars and thumping bassline barely covering the quiet hum of fluorescent lights above you. The faint scent of aged vinyl hung in the air, mixed with the sharp, metallic tang of the record cleaner you were using. A typical slow day. You'd been here for hours, wiping down old turntables, reorganizing shelves, waiting for something, anything, to break the monotony.

You heard the familiar jingle of the bell over the door. Another customer. You straightened up behind the counter, reaching for the next record player, expecting to greet someone distracted by the vintage posters on the walls. But instead, when you looked up, you were met with piercing blue eyes.

Regina George.

She stood just inside the doorway, like a painting in motion. Her blonde hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, and she wore a perfectly fitted casual jacket over a tank top that looked effortlessly chic. There was an air of indifference around her, but even that was carefully constructed. The way she scanned the room, the subtle lift of her chin as if she were surveying her domain—everything about her screamed *calculated*.

Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to keep it cool, masking any reaction. It had only been a week since school had started, but somehow Regina was already playing games. Gretchen Wieners had tried, in her overeager way, to strike up a conversation with you—an obviously staged effort to get you into Regina’s orbit. You turned Gretchen down, politely but firmly, deciding you’d rather deal with Regina herself than through her minions.

Now here she was. It seemed like you had her attention, for better or worse.

She strolled through the store, taking her time, running her fingers lightly over the edges of albums as she moved through the aisles. Her gaze briefly flickered to the racks of vinyls, then to the CD section, though you got the feeling she wasn’t actually interested in either. She was here for something else.

After a long moment, she walked toward the counter, her heels barely making a sound on the polished wood floor. Her eyes landed on the record player you were wiping down.

“Do you have anything... better than this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with the faintest hint of condescension, gesturing vaguely toward the album sleeve beside you.

The question was deliberately vague, but the way she said it felt like a challenge. You looked at her, holding her gaze, and wiped your hands on the cloth.

“That depends on what you’re into,” you replied, leaning against the counter with casual indifference. “But I’m guessing you’re not here for music recommendations.”

Regina’s lips quirked into a half-smile, almost imperceptible, but it was there. You got the sense she didn’t hear no often—or ever. “You rejected Gretchen,” she said, cutting straight to the point. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying you as if you were an equation she was trying to solve. “Why?”

There was no pretense in her tone. No fake sweetness. Just a directness that caught you slightly off guard.

You shrugged. “I don’t fall for the minion routine. I’d rather talk to you.”

For a split second, you saw something flash in her eyes—something like surprise, or maybe amusement. It was brief, but it was there. Regina stepped a little closer, her body language shifting ever so slightly. The confidence she exuded wasn’t something she put on; it was something that came naturally to her, as if she knew she could command any room she walked into.

“You really think you’re different, don’t you?” she said, voice lowering, almost as if she were sharing a secret. “Everyone else is dying for my attention. And yet, here you are, playing hard to get.”

The air between you felt thick, almost charged. You could see the way she was watching you now—like she was expecting you to break, to start fawning over her like everyone else. But you weren’t going to give her that satisfaction.

“I’m not playing anything,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Maybe I just don’t care about your games.”

Regina tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering. There was a flicker of something behind her eyes—maybe curiosity, maybe frustration. Whatever it was, it was clear she wasn’t used to this. You weren’t falling into her carefully constructed traps, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

She stepped even closer, the space between you now barely a foot. The subtle scent of her perfume—something floral and expensive—filled the air, mixing with the musky scent of the store. Her voice dropped, intimate but sharp. “Everyone plays games. The difference is, I know how to win.”

There was a moment where it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of you. Her eyes bore into yours, and for the first time, you saw past the facade. Beneath the cool, untouchable exterior, there was something deeper—something vulnerable. But just as quickly as you noticed it, she masked it again, the walls going back up.

“So,” you said after a beat, not breaking eye contact. “Why are *you* here, Regina? Really?”

The smirk on her lips faltered for the briefest moment. You had called her bluff. For a second, you thought she might just leave, walk out of the store without answering. But then, she leaned in a little closer, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe I want to know why *you* aren’t like everyone else. Why you’re not falling at my feet like they do.” There was something almost... vulnerable in the way she said it, though she tried to hide it behind her usual confidence.

You held her gaze, refusing to look away. “Maybe I’m just waiting for a reason to.”

Her blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. For a moment, it felt like you were on the edge of something, like she might say something real, something honest. But then, just as quickly, she straightened up, the mask slipping back into place.

“Well,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, her tone turning back to its usual casual arrogance. “I guess we’ll see if you’re worth my time.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked toward the door, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty store. The bell chimed as she pushed open the door, and with that, she was gone, leaving a strange heaviness in the air behind her.

You exhaled slowly, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. For a moment, you stood there in the quiet, trying to process what had just happened. Regina George wasn’t someone who got rattled easily. But today, for just a moment, it felt like you’d seen something more—something real.

And you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she walked through that door.

[mariacrow]

Could I request a headcannon for TFP characters on their favorite genre of music? Maybe also them listening to said music with a female reader? However you wish to spin it 😊

~TFP characters~

🎵 their favorite music genre 🎵

2nd person

female reader

WARNING: TOO MUCH SHMOOVING 🕺🎶

Dividers belong to @friedchickenburguer 🖤

❃ AUTOBOTS ❃

🎼 Optimus Prime

He doesn’t express his passion for music, he keeps that in private

He loves old music, precisely from 40s and 50s

He likes the sounds of gentle trumpets, trombones, violins etc.

He likes it slow and classy, something relaxing

Jazz might be his thing too

When he’s driving alone he loves keeping the radio on a super vintage radio station

When he’s with you he’d be kinda shy to play it, assuming you don’t like it because you’re born in such modern time

When (if) you’d assure him you like it, you’d warm his spark as he’d finally get to share and enjoy the music he likes with you

He’d tell you why he likes each song and which part is his favorite

🎼 Ratchet

He’d claim he hates music, how it’s merely a distraction

Nonetheless, when you or any of the kids would play something in the base, at times he wouldn’t immediately tell you to turn it off or keep it down because he’d like it

His preference isn’t clear because you could catch him slightly moving to the beat to song from the 80s over 2000s to the newest

He wouldn’t even notice he’s slightly shmooving to the beat

Only when you’d giggle and tell him he’s got some moves, he’d get flustered and immediately stop, denying it

After some time, he’d admit he likes some songs you’d play and would allow you to use the radio when he’s driving you

🎼 Bumblebee

Definitely a 70s and 80s boi

He loves shmooving like crazy

Play ABBA or something and he’s all over the place and no one can stop him

He’s very stubborn when it comes to his music taste and will openly tell you when he thinks your music taste is trash or if it’s his favorite

While in the car, he wouldn’t let you touch the radio- heck he wouldn’t let you get NEAR IT if you aren’t planning to play a song he likes

He’s the head DJ in the car AND in the base

When Ratchet tells him to turn it off or lower the volume, he’d just turn it up to annoy him and dance all over the place

🎼 Bulkhead

ROCK N ROLL BABYYYYY

Miko and him are replacing Bumblebee when he’s absent

2nd head DJs in the base

He’s all about that electric guitar and drums

He likes some of heavy metal too

If you like this kind of music, you’d be a part of their band

Ratchet’s biggest nightmare is that goddamn guitar of Miko’s I’m telling you

Of course Wheeljack is a part of the band as well

You and Miko in the front seat shmooving to some heavy guitar and screaming the lyrics while he’s flooring it through the city is another one of his fav bonding moments

🎼 Arcee

Definitely likes something calm she can sing to

For example Lana Del Rey but also something classy like Amy Whinehouse

Definitely your favorite feminist, prefers female artists

She actually sings beautifully but is kinda shy to show her talent

Perhaps she’d show it to you if she’d you’d encourage her enough

If you like to sing this is your chance to sing with her and have girly concert Fridays!

She’d actually love concerts and would gladly drive you to any you wish to see

Would ONLY share her music taste with you

🎼 Wheeljack

Not only rock n roll, aggressive type of music in general

Perhaps something modern too, like phonk for example

He likes something that makes the lights flash in the club and that can make his helm bop in a quick manner

Max volume all the time, especially in his ship when he’s alone or when driving

Would appreciate your company if you don’t mind the speakers making you bounce in your seat

He’s a great opportunity for a good o’ music vent

If you feel pent up he’s a great partner to just let it out with the help of music with him

He also likes some jazz, especially during intimacy

🎼 Smokescreen

His music taste can be very basic

He’s quite flexible and actually rarely dislikes any song you show him

He lets you fidget with the radio when he’s driving you

At times he can be greedy and start a stupid funny argument about who’s gonna choose a radio station or play the next song

Sometimes he can lean more towards rap and trap, especially 2000s

He likes freaky lyrics he can spontaneously flirt with like “Freek-a-leek” or “Baby Got Back”

He loves to dance and thinks he has good moved while in fact he look too funny trying to impress everyone, especially you

🎼 Ultra Magnus

Music? What’s that?

Well perhaps he would secretly like some songs you’d play in the base

And he’d secretly explore the radio stations while driving alone

He likes classy music with meaningful lyrics

Perhaps Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra would be his top choice

Absolutely despises modern music, doesn’t understand it a all

For him, a song means a catchy tune with lyrics that he can devote to someone, that remind him of someone or himself or just have a deep meaning

VERY BY THE BOOK!

When you’d catch him enjoying some music he’d deny it in any possible way

His music taste is a top secret!!!

Divider belongs to @attxnt 🖤

✦ DECEPTICONS ✦

🎼 Megatron

At first he’d find anything that humans create primitive, as well as music

But I mean how can you not like our music, some stuff is really catchy!

When the Nemesis would accidentally catch a radio signal he’d immediately order Soundwave to turn it off

But when he hears a nice electric guitar and some bass he’d like it

Not that he’d admit though, never

He isn’t a fan of… joy lmao so he wouldn’t listen to any music on his own

When you’d play some music in the lab, he’d scold you and tell you to keep it down

But when he doesn’t yell at you to turn it off immediately that’s when you know he likes it

🎼 Starscream

Definitely a huge Lady Gaga fan

When he’s alone he blasts it and sings, dances, imagines he’s on a concert, the main star

His ego would take over when he’d imagine a thick crowd shouting “All hail superstar Stascream!” or something

He’d reject any other artist, Lady Gaga is his one and only

He’d even order you to play Lady Gaga in the lab

If you wouldn’t do it, he’d remind you who he is, your commander and that you shall oblige

He’d tell you how your music taste is primitive and how only Lady Gaga is the real queen

🎼 Knockout

Also a Lady Gaga fan but not as big as Starscream

He’s more flexible when it comes to music but he definitely prefers classy female singers

An artist needs to be aesthetically pleasing to him, especially their voice

He likes when a woman’s voice is dominating in the song more than the instruments

Lyrics needs to be stuck in his head so he’d officially say he likes the song

He’d let you show him some of your favorite songs and he’d openly tell you if it’s trash or not

Would definitely argue with you over who’s gonna play music in the lab

You’d argue to the point Shockwave would have to take your source of music and put it away

🎼 Breakdown

RAAAAAAHHH!!!

Sex, violence, murder, violence, gambling, greed, lechery- (that Tom Hardy meme)

Definitely likes his song loud and explicit

He also likes hardstyle, it REALLY gets him going before battle, aggressive phonk too

Anything that can express his inner aggression is his thing

But don’t let this fool you

When he’s alone and emotional he cries to sad songs

Lana Del Rey really strikes his heart especially because he’s in love with her and her voice

If you ever catch him crying to Lana, he’ll deny it

With you he’d prefer blasting some hardstyle or rap in the car

If you don’t like it, he’s gonna do it anyway because he’d play it so loudly that he probably won’t even hear you complain

🎼 Dreadwing

Again not someone who listens to music on his own

Nevertheless, he likes romantic tunes he can gently sway with you to

Deep down he’s a romantic soul which you’d realize when in private with him

And he’s very intelligent too which would intrigue him to search for some high class music by Earth’s most popular compositors (Beethoven for example)

A gentle piano and violin as well as violoncello are his fav

He’d be impressed by our instruments, he can get curious hence he would like to ask you and discuss with you about them

He doesn’t understand modern music and really doesn’t like it

Though he might like some unique musicians of the 21st century

🎼 Soundwave

He’s an open book really, he knows everything about human music

He’s also a type of mech to avoid lyrics

He prefers only instruments, from old acoustic to new electric

Unlike Dreadwing, he likes his music a bit faster with more energy that can make the line on his visor dance

He rarely listens to music though, he’s too busy

He’d get curious to know your taste of music so he might stalk sound waves coming from your device

He’d surprise you when he’d play some music for you

Of course he’d prefer all that to stay a secret between you two

🎼 Shockwave

Music is a distraction for him

No music allowed in the lab when he’s there

Though because he’s fond of you he might let you play some but quietly

He doesn’t really have a preference, he’s too busy to even pay attention to what you’re playing

Nonetheless SOME tunes might catch his attention and make his antennas wriggle

It would probably be some older music with no drums or bass or anything, just pure, gentle tones and voices

He would keep it to himself but maybe, just maybe, he’d occasionally tell you he approves your choice

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Roy

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The cool guy, the main muscle, the roughest-n'-toughest member of Bowser's army! Get a load a' them shades.

Left-handed.

Owns at least fifty pairs of those sunglasses of his. They are also pretty much indestructible, thanks to a certain brother inventor.

A root beer fan! Root beer floats are one of his favorite desserts and guilty pleasures.

His "tough guy" persona is mostly for show, but he really does love his siblings. This does not exempt them from noogies and teasing.

Regularly works out, and is happy to have a gym partner in Lemmy. Granted, Lemmy leans more towards acrobatics than athletics, but he likes sharing the space with him.

Likes watching professional wrestling with Morton in his free time. Also likes to wrestle with Morton. And his other siblings. And anyone willing. And anyone unwillingly, really.

Dyslexic. He'd probably like reading a little more if it was easier for him, but his dislike of "nerdy books" helps with his whole tough guy image. He's a better audio + tactile learner, anyway. Ludwig’s been trying to get him into audiobooks with varying rates of success.

He wanted to own a monster truck SO BAD as a kid. Getting to participate for the first time in the kart tournaments was the best day of his life, and one of the most terrifying for everyone else.

Has a pretty balanced diet due to working out a lot, probably compared to most of his siblings, but he'll never turn down a nice rack of ribs, especially BBQ. Slow cooked and so tender it falls off the bone? Roy would kill a man.

No one, other than his siblings, knows his eye color. The story as to why he never removes his glasses changes whenever someone asks.

Knows how to sew, though he doesn't tell people often due to his "cool" persona. He learned it because he wanted to have patches on his jackets, and after pestering Wendy to do it enough times, she taught him.

While Wendy's definitely the more beach-y of the two, he also likes tanning in the sun and surfing on the waves. He prefers hotter temperatures to cold, and while he hates the winter and snow, he loves snowball fighting (especially dumping piles of it on top of his siblings).

Has a high tolerance for spicy things. He chews fire flower seeds when he's stressed, and has a particular fondness for good chili.

Knows his way around a car and its engine, and keeps a collection of vintage magazines of older muscle cars.

He generally doesn't deal with flowers, but he's got a soft spot for hydrangeas and lavender. Reminds him of childhood.

He loves chip snacks, all flavors of them. Ludwig used this to his advantage as a kid and turned him onto apple and banana chips. He keeps a stash hidden for cooldown munchies after a workout.

If he ever learned an instrument, it'd probably be either the bass guitar or a drum set. Larry is trying to lure him into practicing more so they can start a band.

A fan of classic rock music, with some hints of metal. He partially gets this from Bowser; so much so, in fact, that when paired with his knowledge of car maintenance and learning about speakers, ended up spawning Roy's Smooth Sounds.

While he's all for bucking the rules, especially if they're stupid in his eyes or it helps him somehow, he's actually one of the few siblings who thrives on routine. Makes it easier to put his time in 'blocks' and work around them if need be.

He keeps a calendar and in his room for remembering important events, both for the castle and things his siblings have going on. Wendy keeps trying to gift him journals to use, he keeps trying to remember to use them, and ends up forgetting regardless.

Likes watching car showcases and auctions in his free time. Gives him inspiration for customizing his own vehicles, since he and Iggy are banned from collaborating on cars since The Incident™.

While he can do magic with his wand just fine, it's not his preferred fighting method; why waste time studying spells when you can just punch the thing in half the time? He was, however, the second to learn how to transform his wand into a weapon.

Not a big candy person, but his favorites are malt balls and anything with peanut butter. Will also never turn down a nice slice of chocolate cake, especially if Wendy makes it.

Favorite fruits are cantaloupe and mangoes, especially if it's hot out. Avocado is pretty good, too, but he prefers that in dips and spreads, especially if paired with bacon.

What makes him especially dangerous isn't just his strength and his Bill Blaster, but his stamina; his determination to win, along with his ability to keep going in spite of all obstacles or enemies in his path, makes him kinda terrifying to face.

He's a bit of a night owl, which works out well for night school. It also means he gets to affectionately bully any of his siblings who think not sleeping is a good idea.

His favorite school subjects vary. Literature he doesn't do well in because of how subjective and interpretive it is, but he's good at math because of the consistent formulas. He's not too bad at geography, either, and history is interesting in small doses. Shop classes he does very well in, too.

Most likely out of all his siblings to get a tattoo. Probably something across the knuckles or on his upper arm.

He's one of the stricter siblings when it comes to his army, and runs a fairly tight ship, but he's also the kind of higher-up who will take the select few who do well out to a steakhouse to celebrate.

Cannot, for the life of him, stand menial tasks and busywork like sweeping, sorting papers, organizing, etc. He feels like he’ll crawl out of his skin from boredom. It's why he bribes his siblings to do it whenever he can.

He's a fairly good cook, and can follow a recipe with ease, he just doesn't like how long it takes. He leaves that to Larry and Morton.

Knows how to work a grill like nobody's business. You invite him to a cookout and he’ll make you the best burger or hot dog you could ever want.

His favorite sport is wrestling, as well as all forms of boxing. He’ll respect the rules in the ring if there’s something important at stake, but with his siblings? He fights dirty and does not care.

[reasonsmandy]

Lady Vinyl

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Graham x shy reader! Just two softies being cute together

✧.* summary — Your shyness was always a hindrance, but not when you were behind the LA radio speakers. Graham was curious about you from the first time he saw you at the bar where they played, and since then he has needed to get closer to you.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🪕 — Graham's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — In case you'd like to be tagged in other djats stories of mine, the link to my tag list is at the end of the story. Good reading :)

The bar is dark and smoky, lit only by a few flickering candles and the glow of neon signs in the windows. You can smell the heady mix of alcohol and tobacco in the air, along with a hint of something else - something more illicit.

The room is small and cramped, with mismatched tables and chairs scattered haphazardly around the space. The walls are lined with vintage posters and photographs, most of them faded and peeling with age. The bar itself is a sturdy wooden affair, its surface scarred and scratched from years of use.

Behind the bar, your dad is mixing drinks with practiced ease. He looks up as you walk in, giving you a nod of recognition before turning back to his work. You take a seat at one of the tables, the one that is furthest away and almost hidden in a poorly lit corner, feeling a little out of place among the regulars who are already settling in for the night.

When listening to the sound of guitar strings and drum sticks against the drums, you glance up at the stage. The lighting is dim, with just a few spotlights illuminating the musicians. Your dad had asked you to stop by the bar that night, and even though you're busy with your radio show stuff, you decided to grant his request.

"Hey peaches." Your dad greets you, handing you an orange juice. "How are Lady Vinyl's projects, huh?"

"Shiii! Dad, I told you a million times already." You scold him, causing him to raise his hands in surrender. "Don't mention her, not here where someone can listen."

"My bad my bad." He chuckles as he shakes his head, he sits down beside you. "Rod said they're good, maybe a band will please my little girl for once, huh."

You smile, taking a sip of your drink before responding. "We'll see about that, dad. But I did find some really interesting bands while I was out doing research for the show. I think this next one will be a hit with our listeners."

Your dad nods, looking over at the stage where the band is setting up. "I trust your gut, kiddo." He gets up and places a kiss on the top of her head. "Wait for me here, alright? As soon as I close, I'll drop you off at home."

As the band takes the stage, the room is charged with anticipation. The first notes of their song 'Look me in the eye' echo through the bar, and the crowd begins to sway along with the rhythm.

You pull out your notebook and start scribbling down notes, trying to capture the essence of the band's performance. But your mind keeps wandering to your own radio show. You're proud of what you do - you've built up a loyal following by sharing your extensive knowledge of rock music from the 60s and 70s. And the anonymity that comes with using a pseudonym allows you to feel more free and confident on air.

You had an idea for the next show and you were very excited about this one, you had visited some local bars to listen to the up and coming bands there and talk about them on the show. That was another good side of being behind the pseudonym, nobody would find out that you were the broadcaster of the show and would treat you differently for it, you would see the raw presentations in their pure apex. So when your dad said he had booked a band on Rod's recommendation you decided to stop by to see.

As the song progresses, you notice the crowd's reactions. People are smiling and nodding along with the music, some even singing along to the chorus. You're impressed by the band's energy and presence on stage, as they seem to command the attention of everyone in the room. But one person in particular catches your attention, the guitarist had amazing energy, he felt every chord he played in a unique way... It was so captivating, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

You find yourself transfixed by the sight of him, drawn in by his passion and talent. You've always loved music, but you've never seen anyone play like this before. For a moment, you forget about everything else - the noise of the crowd, the smell of smoke, the weight of your own shyness. All you can think about is the music, and the man creating it.

The hours passed and they kept the energy at the same level, it was impressive how each new song conveyed more of their passion for what they were doing. You wrote down every detail that attracted you to the performance, and without realizing it you had focused too much on the guitarist, you laugh when you notice your slip and write more things about the drummer for example.

As the night wears on and the band's set comes to an end, Graham's eyes keep darting towards you in the back of the room. He can see that you've been taking notes throughout the performance, and he's curious about what you're been writing. And there was something in your manner that he was itching to find out more, he remembered seeing you a few times at the bar, but no more than minutes so he never had the opportunity to speak to you. But today he would do it differently.

As the bar begins to clear out, Graham starts packing up his equipment, shooting occasional glances in the direction of you, at first you think you're getting crazy and started to see things, but when he smiles at you, you immediately take your gaze to your notebook, pretending it wasn't you. He can feel his curiosity getting the better of him, and as he finishes packing up his guitar, he turns to Warren.

"Warren man, can you cover me?" He says winding up the guitar wire.

Rojas turns to him with a cigarette between his lips. "Of course man, but don't you take too long because I want to talk to that chick over there." He says blowing smoke from his cigarette.

"No problem, I won't be long." The younger Dunne walks off the stage, heading towards you.

You feel him approaching and anxiety takes over your body, you try to calm down but nervousness won't let you. You drink the rest of the juice in your glass, thinking about how to act normally, your father watches you from a distance and laughs at the situation, shaking his head.

"Hey." His voice sends a jolt of energy through your body, you knew there was no escape now and you look at him.

"Hi." Your voice barely comes out, and you close the notebook looking at him.

"Is it okay for me to sit here with you?" His eyes looked much lighter up close, and you had a hard time taking yours away from his.

"Sure." You said a few things, and he notices your nervousness, finding it kinda cute.

"I couldn't help but notice that you wrote down a lot of things in there." He points to the notebook in front of you. "Any ideas on how I can improve my performance?"

"I don't... Oh, sorry if I distracted you." His voice came out in an almost whisper tone and he couldn't help but smile, you were interesting.

"The only thing you did was give me one more reason to play better." He says capturing your attention more. "Being in the audience... You know? Like, you inspired me to play better..."

"I understood the pick up line." You laugh at his nervousness feeling yours slowly slip away.

…

KLOS 95.5

Lady Vinyl (you): My dear listeners, I come to bring you wonderful news! The Rise of Rock at Sunset Strip is being born and enchanting the ears of anyone who takes the time to visit the bars at night. I must say that I feared this big musical change, but evaluating and listening more carefully to the bands that appear around, I feel that something good is coming. Can I be wrong? Yes, but y'all know that rarely happens [chuckles]. And speaking of good bands, I have to give a shoutout to 'The Six' who played a killer show at The Stache last night. If you missed it, you missed out on something special. But don't worry, I'm here to fill you in on all the juicy details. The energy was electrifying, and the crowd was absolutely loving it. They started the set with 'Look Me in the Eye', a song that I just can't get enough of. The guitar riffs were on point, the drums were pounding, and the bass was just groovy enough to get everyone moving.

"You hear that man!?" Warren exclaims while jumping of excitement. "Do you understand how big this is?"

"She said the bass made everyone move! ." Eddie says feeling a little cocky. "I knew I was wonderful that day."

Graham could only hear his friends as background noise, his focus centered on the voice coming out of the radio speakers, while Camila congratulated them for having won the attention of the broadcaster he could only focus on how familiar that voice sounded, he strained to try to identify where he had heard that timbre before and after a lot of effort, he can see the image of you writing things down during the show came in his mind. He smiles broadly, he needed to see you again.

Lady Vinyl (you): And let's not forget about the vocals, which were nothing short of amazing. There's no doubt in my mind that these guys are the new rock sensation of Sunset Strip, and if you trust my gut and know that I only bring you good things, believe me when I say: You will still hear a lot from them. So, keep your ears open and your turntables spinning, because the sound of The Six is here to stay. This is Lady Vinyl signing off for tonight my lovelies, next week I'll be here at the same time but until then... make me proud and keep these vinyls spinning. Bye bye!

"Hey Graham, did you hear that?" Karen catches the attention of the younger Dunne who comes out of his trance. "The new rock sensation of Sunset Strip!" She quotes you.

"Yeah yeah." He says without paying her attention, he could only think about you and how badly he wanted to see you again.

...

He felt beads of sweat trickle down his face as his fingers danced across the guitar strings in automatic fashion, the most natural muscle memory he had acting up while his attention was focused on finding your pair of eyes among the people on that dimly lit bar. But there was no trace of you, which made him a little disappointed as he looked forward to seeing you again.

When people had already left and the band was eating after introducing the youngest Dunne approaches the bar with a sad face, the bartender notices the man's downcast face and decides to talk to him.

"What has you so down son?" Tayrone's voice was thick, and echoed in Graham's ears.

"I've been looking for someone for days and nothing." A sigh escapes the guitarist's lips. "I think I'll just give up."

"Look, I don't usually keep tabs on all the regulars but maybe I can help." Your father was wiping some glasses while listening intently to the man in front of him.

"There was this girl here last week, she was sitting at that table in the back." Graham points to the far corner of the bar, making Tayrone arch an eyebrow. "She was writing things down in a black notebook..."

"I see," Tayrone says, nodding his head. "So, you're interested in her, huh?"

Graham nods, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Yeah, she's beautiful and she seems really interesting, you know. I've been looking for her everywhere, but I can't seem to find her."

Tayrone chuckles knowingly. "Well, I might be able to help you out with that."

"You can?" Graham's eyes widen in surprise.

Tayrone leans in conspiratorially. "She's actually my daughter."

Graham's jaw drops. "Your daughter?!"

Tayrone nods, grinning. "Yes, she's quite something, isn't she?"

Graham nods, still in shock. "Yeah, I believe so." His voice gradually disappeared, the shyness for having spoken about you like that to your father taking over him.

Tayrone chuckles again. "Well, no need to be shy now son." For a moment they are both quiet until an idea pops into Tayrone's mind. "Can you do me a favor kid? Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment late at night and I need to leave early, can you close the bar for me?."

Graham nods, still processing the information. "Of course old Tay, count on me."

...

Later that night you went to your dad's apartment for dinner, and you found yourself seated across from him at a rustic wooden table, surrounded by posters of rock legends that adorned the walls. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows across the room.

You sipped at your wine, enjoying the rich, fruity flavor as your father regaled you with stories of his youth and the wild rock concerts he had attended. As the conversation flowed, Tayrone eventually brought up Graham.

"You know, you have a secret admirer at the bar," he said casually, a smirk growing on his face.

You felt your cheeks flush at the mention of the handsome guitarist. "What do you mean dad?"

"You know, that guitarist in the band I hired? The slightly awkward little boy seems to be quite taken with you," Tayrone replied, smiling knowingly.

You laugh at his comparison. "Dad, it's not his fault that you're almost ten feet tall." You take another sip of wine. "And another thing, I think you must have misunderstood... I just don't know if Graham and I have anything in common."

"And how do you know that little one?" Tayrone asks firmly. "You have plenty in common. You both love music, for one thing. And who knows what else you might discover if you give him a chance?"

"Not a chance dad." You take a piece of cheese from the tray in front of you and offer it to him, he declines and you eat it. "He probably just wanted to clear some doubts with me..."

"Doubts about what, dear?" He crosses his arms smiling pretending to believe her excuses. "If I didn't know you so well I would even believe that excuse of yours Y/N."

"What excuse?" You shrug, pretending not to understand what he was talking about. He just plucks his eyebrow, "I don't feel safe with myself for this dad."

"Oh don't sell yourself short, my dear. You're an amazing young woman, and any man would be lucky to have you." Your father opens another beer for you, feeling frustrated that you don't get his point. "Listen to your father my daughter, the boy is nice... Give him a chance."

You nodded thoughtfully, feeling a flicker of hope in your chest. Maybe your father was right. Maybe it was worth giving Graham a chance.

As the meal drew to a close, Tayrone brought up a favor he needed from you.

"Tomorrow, I need you to close up the bar for me," he said. "I have some errands to run and won't be back in time. Think you can handle it?"

You nodded, not suspecting a thing. Little did you know, your father had a plan in mind – a plan that involved you and Graham finally meeting and talking, and a plan that would change the course of your days.

...

You had picked up the keys from your dad a few hours ago, he said he was leaving the pub at 8pm and you were already on your way to pack up and close early, Sunset as always was busy music invaded your ears with everything as you walked to your family's establishment. When you approach the door you can see Graham sitting on the stage playing with the guitar strings, there wasn't supposed to be anyone there... Your father said you were just supposed to close the bar and leave. It doesn't take long for you to put the pieces together and understand old Tayrone's plan to get the two of you together, you take a deep breath trying to count the anxiety that builds in you and open the door.

Graham hears the bell above the door and looks up at it, smiling to see you there. He gets up from the stage and greets you warmly. "Hey there, I didn't know you'd come."

You try to sound casual. "Hey, Graham. How's it going?"

"It's going great now that you're here," he replies with a smile.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you doing here?" You ask, trying to understand the situation.

"Your dad asked me to close the place." Graham says running a hand through his hair.

"Of course he did." You shake your head in disbelief at what he had done. "Funnily enough, he asked me to do that too."

"Oh I see." Graham couldn't help but smile, of all the things he thought old Tay could do, this wasn't one of them. "Good, since I'm here. Can I help you pack everything?"

"That would be nice, thank you." You say objectively, trying to avoid his gaze.

You can feel your cheeks turning pink and you look away, trying to control your shyness. Graham notices and asks, "Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

You nod, still avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, I'm just...not used to being alone with someone like this."

Graham steps closer to you, his voice gentle. "Well, there's nothing to be nervous about. We're only going to spend a few hours together, we'll talk, but if you want, I can stay quiet." His joke makes you laugh, and when he hears the sound of your laughter he feels butterflies in his stomach.

You take a deep breath, feeling the tension start to dissipate. "Okay, that sounds nice."

You two start to clean everything around, little by little you start to feel more comfortable by his side, feeling a little more at ease. You talk about your love for music, your dreams and aspirations, and your favorite bands. Graham listens intently, nodding along and adding his own thoughts to the conversation.

After a while, he suddenly asks, "Are you Lady Vinyl?"

Your heart skips a beat. How did he know? You try to play it cool. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I've seen you at the bar a few times when you come to see the shows, she always talks about the same shows you are on, your voice matches hers" he explains. "And your taste in music is very similar to hers. I just had a feeling."

You hesitate for a moment before admitting the truth. "And what if I was her?"

Graham arches his eyebrows with a smile on his lips. "Well, you would be much more badass than I already think you are."

You blush, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. He seems to notice your sudden embarrassment as he stops cleaning a nearby table and turns to face you. "Guess that confirms my theory huh."

You smile, rolling your eyes. "Okay, you got me. I am Lady Vinyl"

Graham explains. "I was blown away by your talent. I mean, I've been in this business for a while, and I can honestly say that you're one of the best DJs I've ever seen."

You're touched by Graham's praise, but at the same time, you feel a little ashamed. You've always struggled with imposter syndrome, and hearing someone as talented as Graham compliment your work makes you feel like you don't deserve it. "Thanks, but I don't know if I'm really that good," you say modestly.

"Don't be so humble," Graham says, looking at you seriously. "You have a gift, and you should be proud of it. I think you could go really far in this business if you just believe in yourself."

You look at Graham, feeling a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. It's not often that someone sees you for who you really are and believes in you without reservation. "Thank you," you say quietly. "That means a lot to me."

The hours of the night are slowly passing, without noticing you and Graham were already very loose next to each other. Your shyness had already gone out of your body, around him you felt free to be yourself, it was a similar feeling to the one you had on the radio, it was just you and him and he saw you as a unic person and not just another out there. The bar was already set up, but you didn't want to say goodbye to each other, so after telling Graham about your desire to learn guitar, he decides to teach you what he knows.

As you strummed the guitar strings, you could feel Graham's gaze on you, watching your every move. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you made a mistake, quickly putting the guitar down and shaking your head in frustration. "I can't do this," you said, feeling defeated.

Graham chuckled. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Learning to play takes time and practice."

You looked at him skeptically. "But I don't have any musical talent. My thing is just talking about music, not making it."

"Come on, don't be like that," he said, reaching over to adjust your hand on the guitar neck. "Let 's try again."

You took a deep breath and began to strum again, this time with more confidence. Graham smiled encouragingly as you played, nodding his head in time with the rhythm. You felt yourself relax as the music filled the room, and soon you were lost in the moment, forgetting all of your worries.

As the night wore on, Graham patiently taught you different chords and techniques, always encouraging you to keep going even when you stumbled. And with each passing moment, you felt yourself falling more and more in love with him.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Graham leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your neck. "You're a natural," he whispered, his fingers still on yours as you played. "Don't ever give up on this."

You turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. There was a moment of silence between you, and then he leaned in and kissed you tenderly. As you kissed him back, you felt all of your doubts and fears melt away, replaced by a sense of pure joy and happiness.

And as the two of you pulled away, you knew that you had found something truly special – something that would last a lifetime.

…

KLOS 95.5

Lady Vinyl (you): Hey there, music lovers. It's your favorite music lover, Lady Vinyl, coming to you live from our cozy little studio. Today, I wanted to talk about a band that's been making waves in the music scene lately - The Six. Now, I know I've talked about them before, but I just can't get enough of their unique sound and killer guitar riffs.

But you know what they say, music isn't just about the notes you play, it's about the emotions you evoke. And speaking of emotions, have you ever had a moment that just takes your breath away? Maybe a sudden burst of inspiration, a breathtaking view, or even a surprise kiss that leaves you feeling dizzy and wanting more.

Well, that's the power of music, my friends. It has the ability to transport us to another world, to make us feel alive and passionate. And that's why I love what I do. And of course, don't forget to buy 'SevenEighNine'

So keep on rocking, and who knows? Maybe you'll have your own moment of musical magic soon enough. This is Lady Vinyl, signing off."

...

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Wilt (Part 1)

Wilt Playlist

Warnings: None for now

Part 1

It had been your New Years resolution to learn guitar, you had been feeling a strange pull to the instrument. You would often find yourself thinking about playing, yet here you were almost at the end of December and you hadn’t even picked one up yet. 

Walking up and down the aisles of ‘Carter Vintage Guitars’ you search through hundreds of perfectly broken in guitars looking for one that speaks to you. You heard Pixies ‘Where Is My Mind’ playing through the speakers and nod your head along to the beat as you begin to browse. The store is not very busy and there are only a few people around strumming lazily at the strings of their probable purchases. 

This store specializes in vintage guitars, these are not brand new with tough strings and shiny finishes. These are worn, broken in, and hold stories. That is why you came here, you wanted something that had a life before you. Something that held its on stories within the frets. 

Approaching the acoustic section you run your fingers across the necks of all the guitars lined up next to each other, stopping when you reach one peaks your interest. A classic looking Gibson with walnut finishes. You pluck it from its stand and hold it up to you for size, seeing if its contours fit your body. You strum the strings a few times listening to the familiar melody of the acoustic guitar. You decided to take it over to a group of stools they have situated by a window. You want to get a better look at it and play the very few basic chords you know. When you approach the stools you see a few people lingering in the area, making you a bit nervous that they will laugh at your inexperience. 

Sitting on the stool farthest away from you is a guy with long shoulder length brown hair, wearing well worn jeans, a half opened button down and boots, holding a deep red electric guitar. He seems experienced and you can tell he definitely knows his way around a guitar. He looks up from the guitar, catching you stare at him so you quickly break eye contact and look away trying to find an empty stool. You find one and sit down, cradling the guitar in your lap. Setting your purse on the floor, you get into position to try and play a few chords. As you get your fingers into position for an A chord you look up to catch the guy looking at you again although pretending not to, but you look back down at your fingers before strumming the strings. A smile playing on your lips, proud of yourself for getting it on the first try. You next try for a C. You struggle a bit but you are trying to remember. You just want to make sure that this guitar is the right fit for you. 

“Damn” you whisper to yourself after you get it wrong, so you try again.

“Damn it.” You say again getting it wrong. Blowing out an exasperated breath you look up from the guitar, and see the guy smirking a little while looking at you. All the blood draining from your face as you realize he has been watching you try to play and is laughing at you. Mortified that this gorgeous man is watching you struggle you take a deep breath and look down.

He gets up, setting the guitar on a stand next to the stool and walks towards you. Your heart starting to thump in your chest knowing that you are going to be having an interaction with the extremely good looking mystery guitar guy. As he approaches you says “Keep trying, I’ll help.” 

reaching over and moving your pointer finger to press down on the string with a different pressure. You try to strum the chord again and it rings out perfectly. “See, it’s all about the pressure.” He says with a broody smirk pushing your fingers into the strings “do it again”. Removing his hand, you do as your told and it sounds perfect.

“Thanks, I am new at this.” you say looking up at him.

“Ah, no problem, I would hate to see you give it up after a few failed attempts.” He replies. “Try a D”.

“I am not sure I know that one…” you say.

Grabbing your fingers gently moving them to the appropriate strings, he says “one here, one here and one here and press down, like this.” His warm palm applying pressure to your hand.

“Play.” he says. Strumming, you hear a perfect D chord ring out. 

“Why are you helping me? Do you work here?” You ask confrontationally.

“Not quite, and… because. I don’t know, just wanted to I guess.” He says raising his eyebrows and smirking. “Do you play a lot?” You ask.

“You could definitely say that, probably more than the average person.” He laughs. 

“Let me guess, you have band?” You say sarcastically. 

A smile crossing his lips. “Yep, actually, I do.” He retorts cocking his head to the side.

Standing up from the stool you bend over and grab your purse. “Of course you do, you have that look.” You say.

“Really? And what look is that?” He asks.

“Bad boy, broody, no one understands my life so I play my guitar. That look.” You reply.

“Not too far off I guess, sugar.” He replies. “Give me your phone.” he demands.

“Why would I…” He cuts you off “Just do it, I want to help you. For some reason.” he replies with a smirk.

“What makes you think I want your help?” You ask.

“Well, the way you stopped breathing when I got close to you or anytime I touched you, the way your cheeks turned pink and flushed when I look at you, and well, the fact that subconsciously you’ve already taken your phone out of your bag and are about to hand it to me.” he says. 

Looking down you realize that you have done exactly that. 

Rolling your eyes you hand your phone to him. He smirks as he looks down at it, adding his contact information. “Text me next time you want to play… guitar, that is.” He smiles as he hands it back to you.

“Later…” he says walking back to his stool picking up the guitar and walking away into the aisles.

You head to the register and purchase the guitar, you felt like it was the one and the interaction you just had confirmed it. They wrap up the payment and go find a case, placing it inside then handing it to you over the counter. As you make your way outside you catch a glimpse of the guy who you now know as Jake. He looks at you and flicks his head up in acknowledgement as he methodically plays the electric guitar in his hands. You walk out the front door and get into your car and head home, your head still reeling from the past 30 minutes. As you get home you take your guitar out and play around with it a little more before retiring it for the night. 

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A few days later as you sit on your bed staring out the window seeing the cold grey afternoon, a few flurries begin to fall and collect on the window sill. Trying to pluck out a basic G chord, you are struggling to get it out. Its coming out pitchy and wrong. You pull up a YouTube video and watch it a few times, trying again mimicking their actions but you are still not mastering it. You being to wonder if this whole guitar thing was a good idea and that’s when you remember. You had almost forgotten about Jake, who so effortlessly had you playing chords in seconds. Weighing your options you grab your phone and scroll to his contact hovering over his name in hesitation. You hit the camera button and start recording a video. You pick up the guitar and try again to play the chord and hear it come out sounding like garbage. You stop the video and attach it to a text.

You: What am I doing wrong?

You wait to see if he responds, if he even remembers. You throw your phone down and pick the guitar back up, trying over and over. Bzzz Bzzz. He responded.

Jake: Try pressing down with your middle finger a little harder, and a little less with your ring finger. That should do it, everything else looks good.

Taking his advice, you try it. Perfect. The chord rings out like a song bird. Shit, why couldn’t you figure that out. You record a video of you playing it correctly and attach it to your text.

You: What would I do without you?

Jake: Probably not play guitar. B next, send it to me.

The text arrived with a photo of his fingers on his guitar, showing the placement for a B chord.

How could a photo of his hand be sexy? You can see the veins and calluses so clearly, and you realize he probably spends all of his time with a guitar in his hand. Shaking the thought from your head, you place your fingers in the same position as his in the photo. As you strum you can hear that it is not quite right. You check your fingers and try again. Recording the video he has requested, you send it.

You: It sounds like hot garbage.

Jake: Im not sure how to fix this one without showing you. Would you want to come over? I can help you better in person.  

Come over?! Like to his house? You instantly get nervous, trying to decide if it is a good idea or not. You hardly know the guy.

Jake: I get it if you don’t want to, and we can continue doing it this way. My brother is home so it won’t be weird, I promise. Just bring your guitar and let’s do a few chords. That’s it. 

Gathering up all of your courage you decide to take a chance. 

You: Okay, send me your address.

A few minutes later he sends his address while you put on a cute outfit and freshen up your hair and make up. You grab your coat and a scarf and pack up your guitar, while typing his address into maps. The flurries are still falling and collecting on your car windows, but a bit harder now. He is about 20 minutes away on the other side of Nashville. You listen to your favorite songs to calm your nerves on the way over. As you pull up to the house you are met with a beautiful well manicured brick home with two jeeps sitting in the driveway. One black and one white. Thinking that its weird to have 2 of the same car you get out and shrug your shoulders. Opening the back and pulling out your guitar case you make your way to the front door, knocking twice. You notice that you are shivering a bit, you’re not sure if it is from nerves or the cold wet snow falling harder now. The door opens and Jake greets you.

“Well hello again…” he says slyly.

“This is the same thing you did with my phone, isn’t it? Somehow you convinced me to come to your house to play guitar.” You reply jokingly.

“Part of you wants to be here, or else you wouldn’t be.” He says with a smirk. “Come in.”

You walk over the threshold to his house, beautifully decorated in rich jewel tones and earthy colors. The smell of whiskey, incense and leather overwhelming your nose. It looks like a magazine. The floors are polished concrete, softened by a huge vintage style rug, and a sleek leather couch. There are guitars on stands scattered strategically throughout the open floor plan, and beautiful vintage style wooden furniture. Walking in and placing your guitar case on the floor you follow Jake into his living room. As you walk, you pass a table with a record player, and hundreds of records neatly placed in cabinets underneath. On the table next to the record player you see a perfectly shiny Grammy award. Taken aback you say “Jake is this a Grammy?!” Looking at him shocked.

“That’s what they tell me” he says smirking, leaning against the arm of his couch, hands in his jeans pockets. 

“How do you…Where… it’s yours?!” You ask wide eyed. “It is, it is…well its ours…” he motions to the kitchen, insinuating his brothers presence. 

“Wow, you have a Grammy and you are trying to help me learn stupid chords? I will see my self out.” You say embarrassed and blushing.  

“No, no you’re not leaving yet.” He says with his gravely voice grabbing your hand and pulling you to sit on the couch, as he walks to grab your guitar case. Plucking the locks open he grabs it out of the case and walks over to the coffee table, picking up one leg and placing his foot on the ledge of the table. Positioning the guitar to rest slightly on his thigh he begins to play a song softly, checking the tuning on the guitar, twisting the knobs slightly until he is satisfied with how it sounds. 

“That could be part of the problem” he says laughing. “Your B is sounding more like a C.” Twisting the knob a little bit more as he stares off into space listening for the right note. 

“That’ll do it” he says, playing a quick blues riff to check one more time and handing the guitar to you. 

“Ok your turn” he says chuckling. “Oh yeah like I can follow that, and I am not done talking about the Grammy thing?? We are talking about that later.” You laugh.

Rolling this eyes he says, “Fine. But keep practicing, you’ll get there.” He says with a soft side smile.

“Alright…” he sits down next to you, “…let’s work on that B.” You place your fingers on the strings, thinking you have them in the right position. He readjusts your wrist so that its not so tight and awkward, and moves your fingers around slightly. His touch on your hand causing a slight shiver, that you know he noticed based on his little smile. After getting your hand how he wants it, he removes it and says “now try.”

You strum the metallic smelling strings and play a perfect B. You do it a few more times. Shaking your hand out after, as it begins to cramp after holding it in the new position. A hiss escaping your mouth. Grabbing your hand Jake massages his thumbs into the tight muscles in your palm. “Eventually that will stop happening, but I’m afraid it will be like that for a little while at first.” He says still rubbing circles into your palm subconsciously. 

Realizing and dropping your hand he says, “Do you want to try stringing a few different chords together? Actually, hold on.” He says jumping up and walking into another room, hearing his bare feet pad across the cold concrete floor.  He’s then walking back out with an acoustic guitar and he sits back down next to you. “Try this…” he says playing a few chords together very slowly on his guitar. You watch him do it again and decide to try for yourself. You do it very slowly, concentrating on where you’re placing your fingers. Jake watches intently and smiling at your concentration face, your tongue slightly hanging out. You copy him successfully twice and then he plays a new set of chords for you to try. When you master that too, your confidence sky rockets and you beam a smile in his direction. 

“There it is” you smiles back.

“What?” You reply.

“A smile.” he says. You blush and turn away from him. “Don’t…” he says, “…It’s cute, really.” Making you blush harder of course and nerves going out of control when you feel the placing of his hand on your lower back.  

Lingering for a few seconds, he snaps back removing it. “Okay let’s put all of those together” he says playing all of the chords together, realizing it sounds like a song you ask him “Is this a song we are playing?”

“Yeah it is” he says.

“What song is it?” You ask with a questioning look. “Ah just one I wrote a while back..” he replies dismissively.

You watch him play it again and decide to try. As you play each note he speaks the next chord out to you so that you have time to move fingers to the right position. 

As you play you hear a door open and a someone starts walking down the hallway, you hear him singing before you can even see him. “Climb the mountain even higher…. ahhh its been a while for that one Jakey, what’s the special occa…” he stops when he sees you sitting on the couch.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt I didn’t know… we had company.” He says looking at Jake. 

He’s beautiful, he looks just like Jake but somehow softer and brighter. He has a different haircut, curly short hair, and his voice slightly higher than Jakes. Standing up you reach your hand out to him and introduce yourself. He grabs your hand between both of his hands and kisses the top. 

“Hello lovely, I’m Josh.” He says with a dazzling toothy smile dropping your hand. Jake stands up and says, “This is my brother…” and Josh interjects, “twin brother” with a smirk. 

“Oh, twins?” You say laughing, “I can see it now that you mention it.” You smile between Jake and Josh.

“Yeah yeah yeah, anyways don’t you have somewhere to be Josh?” Jake says pointedly.

“I don’t know brother, do you want me to leave?” He asks challenging him.

“Well we are kind of right in the middle of this…” he points to the guitars.

“Did you sing it to her yet?” Josh asks.

“No.” he replies with a heavy breath.

They exchange words silently with their eyes, Josh getting the cue to drop it. 

“Yep, well I am heading out for a bit. Catch you guys later.” he says grabbing his coat and keys. Suddenly the matching Jeeps thing makes sense.

“Be careful brother it is snowing pretty good now.” He says lovingly to his twin. With a nod from Josh in Jakes direction he leaves. 

“Back to it?” Jake asks.

“No, let’s take a break…I have questions.” You say. 

“Questions, huh?” He says smiling.

“Tell me about the Grammy.” You demand playfully.

“Well, we got it around 2018 I think for our first album.” He says not revealing much.

“Im sorry I am just having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that you have a Grammy and its not what you open with when you pick up girls…” You say laughing.

“Its cool I guess, but it’s not what it’s about for me.” He replies. “Its more of a decoration for Josh around here.” He finishes. 

“When did you start playing guitar?” You ask.

“I was around 3 I am told” he says nodding his head picking his guitar back up from its position leaning against the couch. You can tell he feels more comfortable with a guitar in his hands. Suddenly he jumps up and sets it on an empty stand. He makes his way to his kitchen and looks over to you, “Drink?” He asks holding up an empty glass.

“Whatcha got?” You ask.

“Whiskey, tequila, vodka…” he continues.

“How about a whiskey neat?” You say.

“A girl after my own heart.” He replies pouring two. 

He makes his way back over to you and hands you the glass, as you take a sip of the amber liquid you feel your insides warm  and a slight shiver escapes you.

“Are you cold?” He asks.

“A little” you reply, and in seconds Jake is walking over to flip a switch on the wall and a gas fireplace illuminates the room.

“That should help” he says throwing a fluffy knitted throw blanket towards you.

“Thanks” you say with a soft smile. “How about you play me a song…my fingers need a break.” you say.

“I could probably do that.” He says going to pick up the guitar from the stand. He throws the rest of his drink back and sets the empty glass on the coffee table as he clears his throat.

“What would you like to hear?” He asks. His is face backlit from the fire place, the sun has started to set and the light in the room is growing dimmer.

“Ah, you pick” you reply.

“Alright…” he thinks for a minute.

He begins to play and after a minute you recognize the song as one your dad used to play on his record player while you were growing up.

“I know this one.” You smile up at him.

“Do you?” He replies with a smile and you nod your head yes. As he gets to the chorus you lightly sing along to ‘Tangerine’ by Led Zeppelin.

He keeps playing as he looks at you with a gentle smile when the lights in the room flicker.

“Oh no…” You said looking around the room, “the snow…?” you say questioning.

“Yeah I think so…” he says peaking out our the curtains. “It is completely covered.”

“I probably should head home before it gets too bad.” you say standing up.

“Darlin, I think it’s a’little late for that.” He says nervously. You peek out the window behind him and see that there is nearly 9 inches of snow covering the ground. It rarely snows in Nashville and you have only driven in it once. You begin to pace the room back and forth, trying to figure out what to do. 

“Should I brave it and get home before it gets worse?” You ask. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“How comfortable are you driving in snow?” He asks.

“I have driven in it once.” You reply.

Headlights flood the room through the large window and a few minutes later Josh is walking through the front door.

“So you’re staying here right?” Josh asks but it almost sounds more like a demand.

“We were just discussing if I could try and make it home, it’s only about 20 minutes.” You say.

“No, way. We are from Michigan and grew up in this, and that was a bitch to drive in. I had to stop a few times because the roads were iced over. I was in a Jeep and it was questionable. There’s no way you’re making it home in one piece in that car, you have to stay here. Please.” He begs.

Looking over at Jake he shrugs his shoulders at you with a soft smile.

“I guess I’m staying then.” You say.

The snow continues to fall throughout the evening and all three of you are huddled by the fireplace with some warm drink concoction Josh has made with tea and whiskey. You and Jake are sitting next to each other on the couch and Josh is in a club chair across from the two of you. Chatting with each other, you end up learning a lot about them and more about the band, their start and what is going on with them now. Jake has inched his way closer to you throughout the evening and you aren’t sure if its the alcohol or what, but you want him even closer. The whiskey making you feel brave and the fireplace providing the romantic ambience. A shiver escapes you again and Jake looks over at you and throws his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his side with a questioning smirk. He is warm either from the fire, or the whiskey, you aren’t sure but don’t question much further. He smells like vetiver and amber and radiates pure warmth. You aren’t sure why but this feels right. You smile to yourself and focus back on listening to the two of them go back and forth.

 As Josh is knee deep in a story about life on a tour bus, you hear a loud booming sound outside and the power flickers off completely. “That would be the transformer. Perfect.” Jake says sarcastically. 

“Did we bring any of our snow supplies from home?” Jake asks Josh.

“I don’t think so, I didn’t think we would need them here!” Josh replies throwing his hands up before continuing. “I guess we are bundling up tonight. Im sure the power will be back by the morning.”

You all spend another hour or so and one more drink, talking and laughing together. It’s easy to be around them. Josh is quite the story teller, painting the picture as if you were there, and Jake adding in the left out facts and providing the other side to every story. They make you feel like you have known them your whole life. 

Josh lets out a shiver and says “Alright I am going to go find all my warm clothes and hit the sack.” The temperature in the house had dropped dramatically without the power and warmth of the fire. 

Suddenly a rush of nerves washes over you. You hadn’t thought about sleeping arrangements.

“If you have any extra sheets or pillows I will take the couch.” You say towards Jake.

“Not a chance. You’ll freeze out here. The leather couch gets cold, add in the concrete floors and all these windows… You’ll be frozen by morning.” He says. “You can take my bed and I’ll take the floor in Josh’s room.” 

“Jake are you sure, that seems… I feel bad about all of this. This is not what you signed up for. You just wanted to play guitar.” You say.

“Is that what you think?” He replies with a furrowed brow.

“I don’t know, I guess…” you start.

“That is part of it, but not all of it. Let me grab you some warm clothes.” He says.

He leads you to his bedroom which matches the aesthetic of the rest of the house. His bed sits low to the ground with off white and grey linens, a bedside table with a modern looking lamp and a leather chair in the corner of the room, pilled high with clothes. Jake walks into his walk in closet using his flashlight on his phone he digs around to find warm clothes for you to sleep in.

“This should do it. Oh wait, and here are some socks.” He says handing the stack over to you placing the socks on top.

In your hands is a long sleeve tee shirt with a University of Michigan logo on the chest, a pair of well loved plaid flannel pajama pants, and a pair thick of striped cabin socks.

“Thank you Jake, it’s really nice of you to let me stay here tonight. I mean you hardly know me.” You say.

“It doesn’t feel that way to me.” He says with a smile. 

He walks over to the bed and grabs a pillow hugging it to his chest. “I left mine for you, it’s the good one.” He says before walking to the door, and gently shutting it behind him.

You quickly get changed in the bathroom and walk back into the bedroom. You feel so strange getting into someone else’s bed, especially when you know they are sleeping on the floor in another room. As you climb in, you shiver a little at the coldness of the sheets. You pull the fluffy feather duvet cover up and try to get warm. As you lay your head on his pillow you understand why Jake said it was the good one. Its a down feather pillow and it cradles your head perfectly. Your senses are completely overwhelmed by the smell of Jake on the sheets. As you lay there, your nose is cold from the temperature of the house, your hands pulled back into the sleeves of the long sleeve shirt. You know you won’t sleep well if you’re cold. You get back out of bed and grab your phone, turning on the flashlight and walking into the closet. You shine your light on the rows of clothes hanging until you spot a hoodie. Grabbing it off the hanger and sliding it over your body you are instantly rewarded with a little more warmth. It’s a grey hoodie, well-worn in. Across the front it reads ‘Frankenmuth Soccer’. Huh, you think to yourself, something you have in common. You’ll have to be sure to bring that up in your next conversation.

Crawling back into bed you are feeling much warmer but you know that the temperature is supposed to continue to dip overnight. Snuggling into the sheets breathing in the smell of Jake, the man who has given you his clothes and his bed asking for nothing in return. You come to the realization that you think you are starting to have stronger feelings for him than you originally thought. Knowing that he is an incredibly talented musician, and probably has a girlfriend you pull yourself back to reality. You are just a random girl he met at a guitar store and he probably is only helping you because he feels bad for you. He is drop dead gorgeous and you are average looking. He could never want you in the ways you were realizing that you wanted him. Watching the ways his fingers worked the guitar strings, the confidence he exudes while playing…he is beautiful. After a few minutes your eyes grow heavy, the alcohol setting in and you doze off to sleep.

You awaken to your name being called softly, in a whisper. You open your eyes and Jake is kneeling on the ground in front of you. “Hey, Josh is snoring so badly that I can’t sleep. It is absolutely freezing in there too. I am gonna camp out right here on the floor instead, I just didn’t want to scare you when you wake up in the morning.” He says. He reaches up and touches your hand and you are shocked by how cold he is. 

“Jake your hand is freezing!” You say.

“I know, it told you it was cold in there, and add Josh’s snoring to that and it was pretty miserable.” He laughs as he lays down on the floor with his pillow, pulling a quilt over himself.

“Jake this is your bed, you should sleep in it. Please let me take the floor.” You reply groggily.

“No way, you’re not sleeping on the floor.” He says sternly.

“Fine, then just come up here.” you say desperate to get back to sleep.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say half asleep.

You feel the bed dip behind you and hear his pillow hit the bed. He lays back on the pillow and tucks in next to you under the now very warm duvet. You roll over to face him and see him slightly shaking, his body not warmed up yet. You scoot yourself closer to him and throw your warm arm over his chest. 

A sigh of relief escapes his mouth, “you are so warm… wait is that my hoodie?” He asks squinting in the low light.

“Yeah, I stole it from your closet, I hope that’s okay.” you say sheepishly.

“More than okay darlin” he says scooting in closer to you, his body begging for warmth.

You pull the duvet all the way up to your chin, and return your hand to resting on his chest as you feel his hand slide up the sleeve of the hoodie, resting his cold hand on the warm skin of your bare forearm. The feeling of his skin on yours like lightning to your nervous system. You feel his body beginning to warm up as you slowly start to drift back to into sleep, laying next to the most gorgeous man you have ever seen.

“Goodnight beautiful” he says, almost a whisper.

“Goodnight Jake” you reply.

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When morning comes you can tell that the power is back on. The house is warm, too warm. You are almost sweating. When you open your eyes you realize why. Jake is completely draped over you. Laying on his stomach, his left leg is in-between yours, his face laying halfway on your pillow and his arm across your body. He is radiating heat. His face so close to yours you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You smile as you realize that he has most likely been tangled up with you for most of the night. Desperate to shed the hoodie layer you try to lift his arm off of you, when his eyes pop open. He instantly recoils his arm back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I had no idea…shit, sorry.” He stammers.

“Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I just have to take this hoodie off before I melt.” You laugh.

He rolls over to his back, giving you space to remove the hoodie as he also removes his long sleeve shirt. Shocked at his boldness you try not to stare. Out of the corner of your eye you see his bare chest with a necklace resting on it. You’re not sure why you find that so hot, especially when you have never cared before. 

“Do you always accessorize for bed?” You ask laughing.

“I actually never take it off. Always got it with me.” He says. Your eyes lingering a little too long on his tanned complexion. His eyes meeting yours, he slightly bites at his bottom lip, and you notice his hands covering his lower half as inconspicuously as possible when you realize what is happening. Trying not to make a big deal about it you get up and head to the bathroom. Unfortunately it is all you can think about. You change back into your clothes and freshen up the best you can. When you return Jake is digging through the pile of clothes on the chair to find something to wear.

“Would you like me to drive you home?” He asks. “I think enough has melted this morning that I feel confident I could get you there, but only if I drive.” He states.

“Are you sure you don’t mind Jake?” You ask. 

“I insist.” He replies. 

“Thank you, you’re being so generous, I really owe you one.” You say approaching him, eyes filled with lust.

He returns your gaze and replies “its no problem.”

He pulls a white button down over his torso and grabs your hand. You can tell he wants to say something but doesn’t. He shakes his head a bit and says “Stretch your hands a bit today, they will probably be sore.” Rubbing his thumb into your palm before letting it go at your side. 

He pulls a coat over his arms and grabs his phone and wallet off the dresser and you both make your way to the door. 

You see Josh in the kitchen cooking something, and you smile at him. “Thanks again for letting me stay here last night, I had a great time hanging out with you.” You say.

“Please, it was my pleasure. You’re welcome here anytime.” He replies. “And you!” He says pointing a spoon at Jake. “Where did you go last night? I woke up and you were gone?”

“Yeah brother…your snoring was off the charts. I couldn’t take it, I almost killed you.” Jake replies jokingly.

“Yeah that would be because of the whiskey, sorry about that.” he laughs back.

“I’m gonna run her home, i’ll Uber back. You need anything?” Jake says to Josh.

“No, i’ll see ya later.” He says going back to his breakfast.

Jake grabs your guitar case and opens the front door for you. As he climbs into the drivers seat of your car, you give him the basic run down on how to get back to your place. The roads have been plowed but they are still fairly bad. You feel grateful that Jake is comfortable driving in this or it would have taken you 2 hours to get home. 

You break the silence, “Thanks for helping me yesterday, I feel better about those chords.”

“No problem darlin, it will only get easier from here.” he says, his fingers lightly brushing over the top of your hand. You feel the lightning inside of you again and stifle down the reaction begging to come out.

“Mind if I play some music?” Jake asks connecting his phone to the bluetooth.

“Sure.” you laugh.

An acoustic version of ‘Im On Fire’ plays softly through the speakers and you listen to the him hum along to the lyrics, trying not to read into it them too much them but secretly hoping. Small talk fills the car on the rest of the drive home. As he pulls into your driveway he puts the car in park and just sits for a minute.

“Thank you again Jake.” you say placing your hand on his thigh.

“You’re welcome…” He replies placing his hand over yours lingering for a minute. 

You both get out of the car and he walks your to your front door handing over your keys and your guitar case.

“Maybe next time you can come here for my lesson?” You say nervously.

“Yeah, I’d like that. There are a few more things I’d like to show you…” he leads off

“Of course” you reply staring straight into his beautiful brown eyes.

Suddenly a switch flips inside of him and he is pushing you up against your front door, his lips crashing hard to yours and you absolutely melt into it. It’s everything you thought and hoped it would be. It’s urgent but soft. His lips full and warm against yours. You kiss him back before he breaks away. “God, I wanted to do that all night.” he says breathing heavily.

“I did too.” You reply with a smile. Another kiss lands on your lips, this time slower and softer.

A car pulls up and you assume its his Uber.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” You ask, “No, I definitely do but they are already here…” He says.

“Text me?” You ask shyly…His arm grazes down yours “I will” he says and he nods his head as a goodbye as he walks to the car, gets in and it pulls away.

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Crimson Lights: Chapter 18

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The moment the door creaks open, a concoction of tobacco, whiskey, and beer notes swirl around us, as if the bar itself exhaled its welcome. Changbin's hand is light on my back, guiding me through the threshold into the dimly lit world where neon signs fought valiantly against the shadows. The clinking of glasses play rhythm to the bluesy guitar strumming over the speakers, wrapping the whole place in an ambiance that felt timeless.

"Looks like we found the heart of the city's nightlife," I quip, my eyes adjusting to the sparsely populated room. The patrons, each lost in their own nocturnal rituals, pay us no mind.

Changbin chuckles, the sound rich and grounding. "If by 'heart' you mean 'liver,' then yeah, spot on."

Our steps thud softly against the worn wooden floor, leading us to a deserted booth tucked away in a corner that promised a hint of privacy. As we slide into the cracked leather booth, an eager waitress pops up like a figure from a jack-in-the-box, the faint scent of her floral perfume cutting through the heavier bar odors.

"Two whiskeys, neat," Changbin orders before I could even peruse the menu. He raises an eyebrow at me, silently asking for approval.

"Make it a double for me," I say, flashing a grin that earned a low, appreciative laugh from him.

“Make them both doubles,” he says to the waitress who nods and walks away. "Rough day saving animals?" he asks, his voice teasing but with an undercurrent of genuine concern that tugs pleasantly at something deep inside me.

"More like a rough day being peed on by a Great Dane," I shoot back. We both erupt into laughter, the sound bouncing off the walls. The noise of the bar fades into a comfortable backdrop to our conversation, the rest of the world narrowing down to the space between us.

"Only you would find humor in that," Changbin observes, his eyes and nose crinkling in amusement. They were dark and beautiful, always so thoughtful when they landed on me.

"Hey, you've got to laugh at the little things," I respond, lifting my shoulders in a half-shrug. "Especially when the big things..." My voice trails off, but he nods, understanding the unspoken reference to the heavier things in our lives.

"Exactly," he agrees, just as our drinks arrive. We clink our glasses gently, the clear sound cutting through the low hum of music and murmured conversations.

"Here's to the little things, then," he toasts.

"Cheers to that," I echo, and we drink deeply, the amber liquid burning a path of shared comfort down our throats.

Changbin's eyes stare into my own for a few moments, then flicker to a corner of the bar. "Ever played pinball?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Can't say that I have," I reply, intrigued by the sudden shift in energy.

"Come on." He stands, a grin tugging at his lips as he gestures for me to follow. We weave through the scattered tables, heading toward a secluded hallway. The bar has hidden depths, it seems, including a vintage pinball machine that stood like a relic from a bygone era, its bright lights an odd contrast to the dim ambiance.

"Get ready for the crash course," Changbin says, sliding a few coins into the slot with the practiced ease of someone who has done this many times before. The machine whirs to life, and we are greeted by a cacophony of digital sounds.

"Okay, Dr. Miller," he teases, "the goal is simple. Keep the ball in play as long as possible. Use these flippers—" he taps the buttons on each side, "—and your reflexes to rack up points."

"Sounds easy enough," I say, accepting the challenge in his smirk and leaning against the side of the machine.

"Here, watch" He steps up to the machine and grasps the flippers' buttons. With a pull and release of the spring-loaded plunger, the metal ball shoots up the chute and into the chaos of bumpers and ramps. Changbin leans into the machine, his focus absolute. I watch, fascinated by the concentration that creases his brow, the way his large muscles flex subtly under the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt as he works the flippers. There is something unexpectedly captivating about this side of him—the playful strategist mastering the dance of light and steel.

"Your turn," he says, after the ball finally meets its inevitable end.

We switch places and I pull the plunger. I am clumsy at first, my reactions a half-second too slow, but Changbin coaches me with patient instructions and an encouraging chuckle whenever the ball slips past my defenses.

"Almost! You've got to anticipate its move," he advises, his voice close to my ear.

"Like this?" I ask, my timing improving as I catch the ball with a flipper, holding it for a split second before letting it fly up the board again.

"Exactly like that," he praises, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

We take turns, the competitive streak between us growing. With each flip and score, the clatter of the metal ball becomes a rhythmic backdrop to our laughter. The game is exhilarating, a surge of adrenaline with every near miss and triumphant hit.

The pinball machine's glow paints our faces in flashes of color, and I find myself caught up not just in the game, but in the sheer vivacity of the moment—with Changbin, in this noisy bar that somehow felt like our own private world.

“You’re a quick learner,” he says as he watches me play from the side of the pinball machine.

"I had a good teacher," I shoot back with a grin, my eyes never leaving the game.

The din of the dive bar fades to a mere murmur as Changbin moves behind me to look over my shoulder. His broad chest brushes lightly against my back, sending a current of electricity through me, but I am determined not to lose focus.

As each second ticks by, the buttons click and clack under my fingers, a rapid-fire symphony that matches the quickening pulse of the game. The tension thickens like the heady smoke swirling above us, a tangible force as I lean in closer to the machine and feel him press even closer against me in response, followed by his lips on my earlobe.

"Ah!" My exclamation slices through the air as the ball slips past my guard, darting straight down the middle. "You're distracting me on purpose!"

"Maybe," Changbin admits with a chuckle, his proximity an intoxicating distraction. "But only because you're too good at this." He presses a kiss onto my neck.

I turn my head to the side and our gazes lock, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. There is an understanding, a recognition of something more than just the game heating up. But neither of us speak it aloud; it lingers there, unvoiced yet palpable.

Then, a loud buzz sounds from the pinball machine, announcing the start of the next round.

“Here, let me help,” Changbin says as he sandwiches me between his body and the machine, placing his hands over mine on the buttons. He launches the ball and we play simultaneously. It’s hard for me to concentrate as I feel his muscular frame against me and his breath against my cheek. But Changbin is focused, skillfully hitting the ball and causing the machine to light up and buzz over and over again, until the scoreboard begins to flash, accompanied by a triumphant beeping.

"Looks like we win," he declares, his tone low, but rich with satisfaction and a hint of something else—something that makes my stomach flutter. He kisses my neck again, then moves to my cheek. His finger raises to my chin and turns my face towards his before he places a soft kiss on my lips.

"Come here," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. It isn't a command—it’s an invitation, one I can't resist even if I wanted to. I turn around to face him and lean back against the pinball machine.

His hand reaches out, fingers brushing against my cheek with a tenderness that belies his rugged exterior. And then, as if pulled by some unseen force, Changbin leans in, closing the distance between us. His lips meet mine in another kiss that starts gentle but grows with a hunger that mirrors my own.

The world around us—the clinking glasses, the muffled jukebox tunes—fade into nothingness. There is only Changbin and the electric current that sparked to life with the touch of his mouth on mine. His taste is intoxicating, a mix of the whiskey we've been drinking and something uniquely him.

My hands move of their own accord, sliding up his muscular arms, feeling the strength coiled beneath his skin. I grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel more of him, pressing our bodies together.

His hands explore my back, strong and sure, igniting flames along every inch of my skin he touches. My own hands wander over his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles through his shirt. Every point of contact feels like a live wire, sparking a fierce heat that threatens to consume us both.

We are lost in each other, in the consuming blaze of our kiss, the way our bodies seem to move together. In this moment, nothing else matters, just the undeniable connection that has been simmering between us, now bursting into an all-consuming inferno.

Changbin's lips are insistent, coaxing responses from deep within me that I hadn't known were there. His scent wraps around me—leather and something spicy—a contrast to the fresh, sweet and floral scent that Chris usually wears.

A sudden vibration cuts through the haze of sensation. The shrill ringtone slices between us, an unwelcome intruder in our private world. Reluctantly, Changbin pulls back, his breath ragged, eyes still locked on mine as he fishes the offending device from his pocket.

"Sorry, Kay," he mutters, a crease forming between his brows. "I have to take this."

I nod, trying to steady my own breathing as he turns slightly away, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Lauren?" Changbin's voice is tense, the single word carrying a weight that instantly settles in the pit of my stomach.

I can't help but eavesdrop, the name echoing ominously in my ears. My fingers clench around the edge of the pinball machine, the metal cool and solid under my grip. I watch him, his expression guarded now, the playful spark extinguished by concern.

"Yeah, I'm still at the bar," he continues, his tone clipped. "What's wrong? You sound upset."

Lauren's voice is too faint to make out, a distant tinny sound that sparks a surge of guilt within me. I bite my lip, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Lauren and I had recently become friends. And while Chris was cool with this exploration, Lauren was still unaware. This wasn’t fair to her.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll be there soon," he reassures her, or perhaps himself.

As he ends the call, Changbin's gaze finds mine again, searching. Lauren needed him, and I wasn’t going to stand in his way. My laughter from earlier feels like a betrayal, a stolen moment that wasn't really mine to claim.

"Kay, I..." Changbin starts, his voice trailing off.

"Don't," I say, forcing a smile. "Go to her. She obviously needs you."

“But Kay,” he says again, his brow furrowed. This time, I cut him off.

"Changbin," I begin, my voice stronger than I feet, "About Lauren. It's not just about her, but us—what we're doing. I don’t feel right about it." The hum of the neon signs and distant clinking of glasses fill the brief silence as I search for the right words. "You know I love you and value our friendship, the connection we've been building. You’re one of the two most important people to me. I don't want to be the reason for any pain or complication in your life."

He leans his hip against the pinball machine, arms crossed and facing me. A flicker of disappointment shadows his features before he masks it with a forced neutrality. For a moment, he says nothing, and the weight of my confession hangs between us like the smoky haze overhead.

"Kay," Changbin finally speaks, his voice carrying a hint of frustration laced with resignation. "Lauren and I, it is complicated. I didn't expect to have feelings for her and for you, but—"

"Neither did I," I cut in, holding his gaze, needing him to understand. "But here we are, and I can't ignore the fact that she's in the picture. And I won't be the one to hurt someone else, especially when they consider me a friend."

With those words, I step back, putting physical distance between us. I continue, “You really need to sort this out with her. You have a few options here: you decide to be with her and see what your relationship can be, you tell her about this,” I use my index finger to point between our two bodies, “and see if she’s okay with it, or you end it. Either way, I can’t move forward until….” I don’t finish my sentence.

His jaw clenches, and for a second, I think he might argue, defend what has sparked between us, but then something shifts in his eyes, a softening that hadn't been there a moment ago. He straightens up and takes a step closer to me, his presence commanding even in this quiet understanding.

"Listen," he says, his tone gentler now, "I get it. I do. I'll talk to Lauren, figure things out, where she stands in my life." A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of the Changbin I know, not the one who’s been a bit mopey since his confession, breaking through the tension. "And you're right, we're friends. You’ve become one of my best friends and I'm not going to let whatever this is mess that up."

Relief washes over me, cooling the flush of emotion that had heated my cheeks. "Thank you," I whisper, grateful for his ability to see past the immediate rush of desire to the bigger picture. I place a kiss on his cheek.

"Besides," he adds, "who else is going to watch bad TV with me?" He gives me a playful wink that eases the remaining tightness in my chest.

A laugh bubbles up from within me, genuine and free, as I playfully roll my eyes. "Well, when you put it that way, how could I possibly stay away?"

“I can drop you off on the way to Lauren’s, if you want.”

“No,” I say as we walk back to the main part of the bar. “You go. It sounded like Lauren really needed you. I’ll get myself home.”

“You sure?” he asks, his brow furrowed.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” I pull him in for a hug.

He kisses me gently on the lips. “Okay.” He tightens his arms around me for another hug, then whispers, “I just needed one last kiss. It won’t happen again until I figure shit out.”

I nod and watch as he walks out the door.

I make my way to an empty seat at the bar and order another whiskey before pulling out my phone to message Chris.

Kay: Hey you.

Chris: Hey beautiful. Date over already? Are you back home?

Kay: Yes and No. Date’s over. Changbin’s on his way to Lauren’s. I’m still at the bar. What are you up to?

Chris: Spreadsheets. Need some company? 😉

Kay: I need a ride, but I’ll take company too. 😛

Chris: You’re a brat.

Kay: You love me anyway.

Chris: I do. Where are you?

Kay: O’Malley’s

Chris: Give me 10 minutes.

I set my phone down and pick up my glass to take a sip. Then I start people watching.

As I scan the dimly lit bar, my eyes settle on a group of rowdy patrons at the pool table, their laughter and banter mixing with the soft hum of the jukebox in the corner. The bartender wipes down the counter with a white rag, his movements precise and practiced, while a couple in the far corner share hushed whispers over their cocktails. The atmosphere is both lively and intimate.

Chris arrives sooner than expected, his arms sliding around my shoulders as he greets me with a kiss to my cheek followed by a simple, “Hi.”

“Hi.” I swivel the bar stool to face him and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our lips meet and we share a passionate kiss, our tongues pushing past each other.

He pulls away with a laugh as he jumps onto the stool next to me. “How many of these have you had?” he asks, picking up my glass and bringing it to his lips.

“Only two so far,” I say, playfully taking the glass back from him for a sip. “But they’ve been doubles.” I wink at him.

His dimpled grin spreads across his face. He motions for the bartender and orders a drink of his own.

He takes my hand in his and leans in close. “Want to tell me what happened with Binnie?”

I look into his eyes as I gather my thoughts to respond. “We were having a great time, that led to a very hot make out session…until Lauren called and she needed him.”

Chan listens intently as he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

“I told Binnie to go. But then we also decided to pause all of this until he makes a decision about Lauren.”

I watch his face for a reaction, but he only says, “Hmmm.” His eyes don’t leave mine, but there’s a subtle shift.

“Why do you seem relieved?” I ask with a grin.

“I’m not relieved,” he insists, seemingly caught off guard by my question. He runs his hand through his hair, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile.

I cock my head to the side as I watch him. “I saw it.” I shove his shoulder playfully with my free hand. “There was definitely some relief there.”

“Okay, okay. I guess I am relieved.” He takes a long sip from his glass, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow.

I squeeze his hand. “Why? I thought you were okay with all of this.”

“I am. But…I have to admit I’m a little jealous.” He looks down, avoiding eye contact.

“Jealous? Why? You weren’t jealous with Hyunjin?” I say, remembering how open he’d been about our crazy night.

He tilts his head back up, locking his eyes onto mine. “You were attracted to Hyunjin, but you didn’t have feelings for him.” His voice was low and hesitant. “I know you love Binnie. Right now it’s more of a ‘friend’ love, but it has the potential to develop into something more.”

I cup his face in my hands and rest my forehead against his. “Yes. But I’m in love with you, dummy. That’s not gonna change.”

A smile spreads across his face. “Promise?” he asks, looking for reassurance

“I promise.” Our lips meet in a tender kiss.

[sirfrogsworth]

what's the rarest pedal you'd love to own, and how did you find out about it?

First thing I should mention is that I had to stop playing guitar a few years ago because I could only play sitting up and I just got so tired so quickly. I'm hoping I can find my way back to playing eventually, but right now photography is my priority.

That said, when I was playing, I had quite a cool selection of pedals. And tragically they all died when our basement flooded. I was never able to replace them and it still makes me sad to this day.

My favorite pedal that I never quite mastered was the Electro Harmonix Micro Synth.

I would love to get a vintage version some day and finally figure out how to make it sound non-bonkers. When you adjust those sliders to just the right spot you can make some very weird and awesome sounds. But if you miss the mark it just sounds like angry robots fighting to the death.

Another rare pedal I never got to mess with was the original Uni-Vibe.

Jimi was famous for using a Uni-Vibe. He had it cranked in his famous rendition of the Star Spangled Banner.

It was meant to emulate a rotary speaker. Which was an actual speaker that just spun around and created almost a Doppler effect on your guitar tone. As if the sound was traveling away from you and then towards you over and over.

Actually, I might just want to get an actual rotary speaker. That would be neat too.

[xalecjacobs]

Merry Christmas 🎄🎁

- Alec

Mama Jacobs wishes you a Merry Christmas with a tin of her homemade peppermint bark

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@lucie-newman

To keep warm and cozy this winter, it’s basically a wearable fuzzy blanket. Additionally, I would like to extend the offer to be Unknown Destination’s official photographer for the year of 2024, covering all promotional material for the band.

—

@isabelarcmero

This year, you’ve got a new speaker to listen to tunes loudly on, a knit blanket to keep warm, and a new Coach wallet. One of the mini ones for your cards and cash. Even though you’re a pain in the ass sometimes, you deserve all of this and more.

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@mcgreyson

What better way to kick off the year than with a new wallet? That, and some new gloves and a scarf to keep warm through the winter. Here’s to another year kicking ass in the shop together.

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@darpow

New year, new headphones. Now the more important part. I had the best of our original music as a band from that’s ever been performed live pressed, so Unknown Destination is officially on vinyl! Including you on drums. Thanks for another rad year jamming out together!

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@emelineviolette

Somehow being a pain in my ass only gets you rewarded.. This year, those rewards include a bunch of new chokers, a new camera to capture memories for a collage, a sweater and yes.. a tortilla blanket to turn into a burrito in. Thanks for another year of fun. At least sometimes.

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@cagenewman + Colton

@cordeliaeli + Rosalyn

First off, congratulations on the engagement! Look forward to celebrating that. For the time being, it’s the time of year for spoiling. Mainly the kids, to no surprise. For baby Rosalyn, a pair of pink glitter Vans. Also, yes, that is a fully functional toddler size guitar. Lastly, a little jungle gym thing that might help tire her out when she needs to go to bed. Cordelia, some new kitchen stuff. Not just because I enjoy my weekend baked goods. I know how much you enjoy making food, so a new matching marble rolling pin and board as well as some new bakeware. For Colt, some beanies since it’s winter time, one of those controllers you can attach to your phone to play, and a vintage Bills jacket. Lastly, Cage, beanie and a scarf to keep warm through the winter, some flannels and a new jacket to add to the collection.

[lithominium]

Guitar players just believe shit tbh

“Put in gibson (300-1000 dollar) pickups in an eiphone body and it’ll sound great”

Bro what the fuck are you saying its copper wrapped around magnets you cant fuck that up in any way it sounds the same as a cheap one its a HUMBUCKER THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME!!!

The only thing that really changes anything is the speaker and the microphone being used and how the microphone is placed on the speaker

Bgnngngnfnsjgndndjdnsnd no a vintage les paul isnt going to magically sound better than a modern epiphone god

[to-my-luna]

a playlist with what scene i thought of in each song.

wherever u r - umi, v

slow mornings. hiding under sheets. walking in our garden. basking in sunlight. sharing coffee. see-you-later kisses before work. i-missed-you kisses after work. cooking dinner together. holding each other before falling asleep.

it's you - max, keshi

good morning kisses. sleeping in. going out to visit our favorite cafe. buying each other flowers. a picnic. cool breeze. eating sweets in the afternoon. golden hour. painting the sky and the clouds at sunset.

love. - wave to earth

long cold days apart. video calls every free time. wearing each other's hoodies. watching anime and movies together through gmeet. sleepy i love yous. hugging stuff toys to sleep. looking forward to being together again.

ligaya - mrld

stay at home dates. baking cookies. whipped cream at each other's faces. kissing on the kitchen countertop. building a fort in the living room. cuddling while watching tv.

you'll be safe here - adie

waking up after a nightmare. one waking up to the other sniffling. tight hugs. forehead kisses. gentle caresses. talking under the moonlight. quiet i love yous. humming a lullaby. falling asleep in each other's arms.

off my face - justin bieber

reading books together. stealing glances at each other. discarding them anyways to kiss and kiss and kiss. listening to music while napping on the couch. one waking up first and staring at the other, admiring.

urs - john-robert

coming home to find petals scattered on the floor. dim lighting. a table with candles lit and our favorite meals. early evening with indigo skies and city lights. cold wind. warm lips.

bloom - the paper kites

weekends and early mornings. birds chirping. sun peeking through curtains. pancakes for breakfast. watering plants. soaking in the warmth of sun and coolness of the air. sketching. painting. writing.

everlasting summer - seycara orchestral, hikaru station

a hot morning. popsicles. colorful wind chimes. taking a bite from the other's ice cream. sharing a milkshake. watering plants turns to water fights. sprinklers. hose. water balloons. laying down on the grass in the afternoon.

my love mine all mine - mitski

winding down in the evening. white bath robes and wine. facials. masks. bubble baths together. slow dancing under dim lights. midnight snacks. matching silk pajamas. cuddling in bed.

you'll be in my heart - niki

a week before parting. staying in all day. cooking. taking polaroid pictures. playing guitar and singing together. making bracelets. late night talks. breakdowns. promises. "i'll be back before you know it."

v - razz t, thomas rydell

seeing each other again. tight and long hugs. out all day eating everywhere and talking about anything under the sun. feeding each other. updating each other about everything they missed. holding hands and reassuring squeezes.

afterglow - leila milki

slow and intimate moments. undressing each other, taking our time. feather kisses. soft touches. quiet moans. silk sheets. pink cheeks. rose-colored marks. making love.

love wins all - IU

a bouquet. walking down the aisle. two long white wedding dresses. veils. exchanging vows. two rings.

easily - bruno major

honeymoon. drinking wine. house by the beach. night swimming. coconut trees. cocktails. drinking together and getting drunk. laughing, dancing, singing at the top of our lungs. messy makeouts.

naturally - sydney maxine

cold, strong winds blowing our hair everywhere. the beach at night. a bonfire. walking by the shore, hand in hand. hanging out watching the waves. sharing a tent. stargazing.

tingin - cup of joe, janine

spring in japan. strolls in the park. long coats and foggy air from our mouths. hot chocolate and coffee. taking the train. sharing earphones. eating local snacks from stalls. vintage cameras. cherry blossoms.

it could only be us - beyond the sun

roadtrips. singing with the speakers blasting. sun in our veins. shades, shorts, summer outfits. floaties. mango shakes. playing in swimming pools and splashing water at each other. funny inflatables.

nahuhulog na sa'yo - noah alejandre

getting ready for date nights. doing each other's makeup. going out later than planned because we looked too good, iykyk. arcades. window shopping. just walking, letting our feet take us wherever. ramen for dinner.

every summertime - niki

getting our own place. moving in. working. grinding. saving up to open a bakery, cafe, bookstore, flowershop, or whatever we want. vacations and trips. pets. our dream life

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[thebowerypresents]

The Last Dinner Party Thrill Sold-Out Webster Hall

The Last Dinner Party – Webster Hall – March 26, 2024

Industry plant is a contemptible term that has been laid upon up-and-coming independent artists. The fast-rising London band the Last Dinner Party has been hounded by the label and has been vocal about its basis being untrue. Having formed across university lines, the quintet of female and nonbinary members consists of Abigail Morris, Lizzie Mayland and Georgia Davies repping King’s College, while Emily Roberts and Aurora Nishevci claim the Guildhall School of Music and Drama. It’s hard to argue their talent and ability to uplift a musical sensibility that hasn’t received significant streams since Florence and the Machine or Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill”  (thanks to a Stranger Things assist). Proving the naysayers wrong, TLDP graced a sold-out Webster Hall on Tuesday to support their debut album, Prelude to Ecstasy. 

The blistering orchestra of “Prelude to Ecstasy” played over the speakers, welcoming the band to mic stands and guitar necks decorated with colorful ribbons. The ribbons were a reference to their Ribbons for Provisions campaign, in which concertgoers were encouraged to bring canned goods for local food banks and rewarded with a ribbon from the band. Dramatic kick-drum thuds opened the set with “Burn Alive,” as lead singer Abigail Morris pranced about the stage. Although I was expecting flow-y, ornate yesteryear attire to accentuate the band’s Baroque-pop sensibilities, it seemed like Morris, the touring drummer introduced as “Di” and guitarist Mayland swapped the ruffles for blazers they might have picked up at a vintage shop on St. Mark’s Place. Roberts played the flute on  “Beautiful Boy,” which with its sad beauty would be fitting as an ode to Timothée Chalamet. The “weeping hour” as Morris dubbed it, soon continued with the lilting vocals dramatized in “On Your Side” and keyboardist Nishevci sang in her native Albanian for the personal “Gjuha.” 

The band debuted a new song before outsourcing choir duties to the audience for “Portrait of a Dead Girl” to sing the anthemic chorus, “Give me the strength.” It was clear throughout the evening that these ladies are a tight rock machine anchored by the intoxicating stage presence produced by Morris, who had the crowd in the palm of her hands. The mirror ball was activated to sparkle over the room as they closed with their hit single, “Nothing Matters.” Revelers exiting the venue could not stop complimenting the musicianship and further kicked away any industry-plant stamp. —Sharlene Chiu | @Shar0ck

(The Last Dinner Party play Brooklyn Steel tonight.)

Photos courtesy of Adela Loconte | www.adelaloconte.com

[srorgana1]

Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Four

Kylo takes a big swig of coffee, as he turns off the highway. Still groggy from his fitful sleep, his mind swam with thoughts of you. He sighs. He knows this is crazy to be affected so soon. He barely knows you but something inside that's pulling him to you. Like a moth to a flame. He’s brought out of his thoughts by the car pinging and the smart screen lighting up. It's Vic confirming their catering plans for today and a reminder for their weekly Instagram and Tiktok update. Fuck.

He only has Instagram and Tiktok because of the band. Kuruk, Cardo and Vic manage the page and their following has continued to grow. It’s overwhelming at times. The fans are constantly asking for more, more access, more of them.

Apparently Trudgen’s sneaky recording of Kylo playing shirtless in the studio last week caused quite a buzz. According to Cardo, there are thirst accounts for him now. Personally, it makes him uncomfortable. He’s an artist not a piece of meat. He sighs and grips the steering wheel tighter.

As Kylo pulls into the lot, he notices your SUV is not there. He looks at the dash quickly, making sure he didn’t mess up the time today. No, it's 10:30. You should be here already. Dread stews in his gut but he steels his features as he walks into the studio.

The rest of the Knights are already there waiting on him as he lumbers in. “Damn Ky you look like shit” called Ushar from behind the kit. “Fuck you too” he growled reaching for his guitar. Instead of using one of the studio’ guitars, he has been bringing his vintage black Fender. Blood sweat and tears have poured over that guitar making it a literal extension of him. “Damn you're grumpier than usual” Kuruk said “you need to get some bro”. Kylo rolls his eyes at him and growls “can we get to work please?”

The session seems to be taking forever. While his mates are happy with their progress, Kylo is less so. He can’t focus. He will not be able to focus properly until he sees your pretty face, confirming you are okay.

He swears under his breath as he sees Rae and DeeDee walk into the room. He sits on a large speaker and pretends to fiddle with his guitar. He doesn’t want their attention. “Kylo!” Kuruk yells “when’s food gonna be here?” He looks over to see Rae on Kuruk’s lap, her fingers laced in his long hair.

“Around 11:30” he grunts. “Awesome, I’m starving, you wanna head over and set up?” Rey chirps loudly. Kylo rolls his eyes at how fake she sounds. She has come on to every single band member. He’s not surprised Kuruk complied.

He growls to himself as he places his guitar on the speaker and follows his bandmates out the door. He scans the hallway and studio rooms as they head to the cafeteria to meet the caterers. Still nothing. Anxiety and anger start to seep into his veins. Where are you? Are you okay? He silently prays to any deity who will listen that you are safe and healthy wherever you are.

The caterers arrived shortly after and began setup. Rae took a look around the room and flounced over to him. “Oh my God Kylo, this looks amazing! Kuruk told me this was your idea. Thank you!" as she hugs him. He tenses as his hands form fists at his sides.

He debates between pushing her off and calling Kuruk over to get his slut off of him. He doesn’t have to do either as she releases him, a small pout on her lips and those tell tale moon eyes. “You’re welcome” he grumbles and walks towards the caterers to tip them.

This wasn’t for Rae or for the execs, even though it does help their relationship with the studio. This was for you. So he knew you would be well fed for today. He lumbered away and sat in a chair away from the party, sending you a text and then distracting himself with lyrics for the rest of lunch.

—

Chewie had given you Monday off after Friday’s episode. You were so embarrassed. Why did Kylo have to see you like that? He probably thinks you are broken or something now. As you clean your condo you look out the window.

Something has been brewing between you and him over the last few weeks. The attraction is definitely there. What if he would make a move? How would you respond? You shake your head and smirk to yourself. You know how. What sane hot blooded woman wouldn't with that man.

It’s a long shot anyway. With girls like Rae and DeeDee around, who are far more forward, you know your chances are slim to none. Your hands start to fidget. You go through your mental checklist for the day.

Windows clean, kitchen and bathroom spotless, dinner marinating in the fridge, floors cleaned. What to do with the rest of the day? You pull out your phone and see two texts from Kylo; Hey are you here? followed shortly by Hey you okay? Haven’t seen you today yet. We ordered food. Your heart flutters in your chest. Was he worried about you? Why didn’t the team tell him you were off today?

You pull up Instagram and go to the studio’s page. Tallie runs the page and is great at making the content fun and inviting, often including their bands. The most recent post shows KOR behind two large tables of food along with Rae and Chewie. Everyone is smiling except for Kylo of course. You sigh, he is so grumpily perfect. You close the app and send him a quick text before distracting yourself again. I'm okay, thanks for asking. See you tomorrow. You have a small hope in your heart that the message makes his day better.

Big thanks to my girls @asnackdriver @punk-in-docs @the-wayward-rose @thepilotanon @ladyzimmerman for their amazing support and lots of laughs! ily ❤️