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austinbutlerfly · 22 days

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How to fuck a rockstar.

My first ever oneshot on tumbler, enjoy my friends.

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(A huge, massive, austin's cock size thank u to @austinbutlerslovers that helped with with the english, rewrite, and the smut! I cant thank u enough, u have such a talent and im so thankful for u! Thank u so so so so so so much!)

🔥 How to Fuck a Rockstar 🔥

"Another round?" Austin asked looking across the table with you and Jeff eyeing your glass still full. "No I think I’m good Austin..." you answered flatly.

Austin looked perplexed you hadn’t finished your drink yet but he nodded and kissed your cheek before walking to the bar.

"Have you done it ?"Jeff asked.

"Done what?" You asked pretending to be clueless as you raise your brow at him. “Don’t you dare lie snake." He snaps pointing his finger in your face to threaten you.

"Fine Jeff...I emptied his bag...it wasn’t there, no drugs no money ...it was just filled with some of his clothing and rings. Nothing you asked for." You reply rolling your eyes in annoyance.

Jeff was a cocaine addict and he was forcing you to buy it for him with Austin's hard earned cash, you hated him for it.

Austin was no angel himself, but stealing from him really gutted you. "You didn’t do it did you? Because you’re just a stupid fucking whore clinging onto her rich rocker boyfriend!"Jeff spat before he jumped up from his seat. He stood over you and grabbed you by your arms and violently hurled you to the floor.

You growled angrily once you had fallen, you felt the pain shot of up your knees and palms as your glared up at him. There would definitely be bruises. “How dare you!” You yell as you grab his ankle from your low vantage point. It catches him off guard when you yank with all your might topple him over landing hard on the floor next you.

Once you are both down you glare at each other before you quickly scramble up and run for Austin at the bar. You are stopped mid-way by Jeffs hand gripping into your hair and ripping you back. You yell in pain ” Let go you psycho!” and yank Jeff’s wrist to release your hair.

You both glare at each again “You tell him what you did and your fucking done bitch, he’ll never go for a whore like you and I’ll be sure he knows it!” He hisses. You quickly launch at him pushing his chest with all your force knocking you both to the ground.

You land on top of him with a resounding smack against the hard wood floor. Before you can take a swing someone grabs you around your waist from behind and pulls you off of him.

You struggle to get out of the hold until you look down and recognize the rings on the hands around you belong to Austin.

Once he pulls you up on your feet he quickly turns you to face him. "Woah...hey, hey, hey...what is this about..?" he asks surprised to see his band mate and his girlfriend fighting.

Jeff quickly gets up from the floor glaring at you “Keep her the fuck away from me Austin, she attacked me she’s fucking crazy!” Jeff snarls grimacing as he straightens his shirt and sniffles. He walks back to his seat dropping the incident as if it never happened.

Jeff hated having you around he could never understand what Austin saw in you. Smoking hot face and body sure, but other than that Jeff only saw you as a whiny spoiled groupie brat dragging Austin down.

You were everywhere; at his shows back stage, at his after parties sitting on his lap like a fucking pet. Jeff despised having you around which is why he extorted you and found out your dirty little secret. After asking around he found out for a fact you were a band leader groupie. You had a trail of broken hearts in your wake.

With Austin being the lead singer of a band once you hooked your claws into him Jeff knew he was done for. So he began to use you both; extorting you by threatening to reveal your groupie status so you would take Austin’s money and fuel his cocaine habit.

It was all working perfectly until you grew a conscious. Jeff scoffed as he watched Austin affectionately take your hand and lead you to a secluded booth in the back of the bar.Once seated in the booth you explained to Austin what was going on between you and Jeff. Austin let out a deep sigh as he held the bridge of his nose gathering his thoughts. “So let me get this straight you’re saying Jeff made you steal my money...to buy him drugs?” Austin asks opening his eyes to raise his brows at you.

"Yes! Yes! He’s been doing it for a month now!" You say quickly believing he understands you.

"Do you know how stupid you sound? You could've told me and I would have kicked his fucking teeth in! Also why didn’t you just refuse? You ever heard of the magic word called ‘No'? Do you know how to use that word yet?" He asked sarcastically, but he wasn’t being funny, he was enraged by your actions.

His words sting and you clench your jaw as you look away. "I thought you would understand Austin." You say bitterly as you cross your arms.

"Understand what exactly? That you’re stupid?" He says coldly and you reactively slap him turning his head the with force. His face reddens with the mark of your handprint as his jaw clenches and his nostrils flare looking back at you.

He grabs your hand snatching you up and leading you away from the booth. You slightly drag your heels but he tugs you along with him. “Where are we going! What are you doing Austin?!.” You say panicked “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.“ he snaps as you reach the hall.

Before you have time to protest he pushes you into the men’s bathroom and locks the door. The single closed off stall is empty and as you lunge to escape he grabs both of your wrists pinning them against the wall as you face him. You feel his breath on your skin as his body invades your space.

He stares at you with your faces inches apart his presence overwhelms you, he is taller and stronger but you don’t waver. “You gonna say sorry for that slap?” He says lowly in a growl as his gaze bears down on you.

“Why should I apologize you called me stupid. You’re a prick” you shoot back. His eyes narrow at your defiance. “You steal from me for another man and you don’t ask for my help? That makes you fucking stupid” he days inflicting on the word. “I’m not stupid and I’m not apologizing! You deserved it.” You retort loudly.

His eyes fix on you with unwavering intensity and he seems to see right through you, leaving you feeling exposed and uneasy.

“Your apology is no good now, I want something else to make up for it” He says releasing one hand from your wrist. He brings his hand around your throat and you feel the light pressure of his fingers close around it. You feel even more vulnerable as you stare into his eyes. “You’ve got a real mean temper.” He says lightly squeezing your neck. “and a dirty fucking mouth” he says and presses his lips to yours.His kiss stuns you but with him holding you in place you slowly begin to give in, kissing him in return.

He releases his hold on your wrists and takes your right hand forcing it onto his hardened cock in his jeans. You try to move your hand aways but he holds in firm on him making you squeeze his large bulge as he breaks the kiss. “You feel what you do to me?” He asks forcing your hand to rub his cock up and down.

He looks into your eyes with a menacing stare and pulls closer to your face bringing his lips inches from yours as he speaks.“You like being violent don’t you.” He asks just above a whisper. Your heart rate increases looking into his eyes. “I can handle myself.” Your voice comes out much weaker than you intended because he’s getting into your head.

He looks down at his hand forcing yours to massage his cock before looking back into your eyes. “I want you to behave and keep rubbing my cock because I’m going to teach you a lesson” he says loosening his grip.

Once he frees your hand you glare at him and rub him harder on his jeans. He knows you hate being told what to do so he watches you rub his cock a little longer before he speaks.

“For the trouble you’ve cause you owe me “ he says unbuckling his belt and you stop your hand. “Austin I’m not doing this in the men’s bathroom.” You retort. “ yes you fucking are” he says forcefully flipping you around.

He presses your chest to the wall and holds your wrists together. You struggle to free them but he holds firm. “Sh sh sh don’t fight it you need to know who’s in charge baby.” he scolds as he kicks your feet apart with his boot making you spread your legs.

“Do you feel in control?” He asks as his free hand reaches up under your skirt and his fingers find the hip strap of your thong. “What you going to fuck me into submission?” Ask smartly as you struggle against his grip.

He presses your chest forward and pulls hard and ripping your panties off. The sound of tearing fabric is harsh and loud. “Austin are you serious! Those are the only pair I have to wear tonight!” You hiss.“Such a spoiled thing aren’t you.” He says grinning at your bratty attitude. “I’ll buy you a new pair but in the meantime why don’t you try this on for size.” He remarks and slowly pushes his two long fingers in your pussy thrusting them in and out.

It feels so pleasurable but you don’t let him know it you huff angrily as he fingers you until your body betrays you. "Fight me all you want you’re getting so fucking wet babe you like it.” he says smiling.

You wish you could wipe that smug look right off his face until he removes his fingers “Austin don’t stop” you wine arcing your back to taunt his fingers back in. He laughs “whiny brat, you sure are needy for not wanting to get fucked in the men’s bathroom a minute ago” he observes.

“Quit taunting me Austin or I’ll make you regret it“ you threaten. He unzips his pants freeing his large cock and slaps it repeatedly on your ass making himself harder. “I won’t regret a thing teaching you this lesson babe” He rasps “What lesson that your a pric- -“ you don’t get to finish your smart remark as he thusts his cock fully inside of you as you choke on your words.

He is so large it takes him a moment to press his hips to the back of your thighs and you let out a loud gasp as your clit pulses from the stretch.

“You..are a whiny brat” He says beginning to thrust into you “ and I am going to fuck that …right out of you” he promises. Your knees buckle from his force and he pushes your chest against the wall pinning you as his hips clap harder against your ass. “Oh Austin oh fuck”you say as your core tightens and you get get weaker on each powerful hit of his cock.

His hand sharply smacks across your ass making you yelp. “Gonna say sorry now?” He says through clenched teeth but you defy him “No!” you protest. He claps his hand on your ass again spanking you harder as you clench on him and whine. “Spoiled brat!” He hisses “not gonna let you cum until you apologize ” he says grabbing the back of your neck.

He forces your face to the wall as his pace becomes violent. His cock jolts into your body rocking your core. “Gonna say …sorry …now!” He says squeezing his grip to the back of your neck fucking you against the wall until you’re seeing stars.

You begin gasping losing all your resolve feeling the familiar tightening ready to release. You give in so he’ll let you cum. “I’m sorry Austin I’m sorry Im sorry I’m sorry !” You whine losing your mind on the raw passion of his thrusts.“That’s it .. that’s …my …good girl” he compliments slowing his thrusts to play with your clit. He slips his fingers over your wet little wet pearl until you are rhythmically clenching on him “I’m gonna cum Austin !” You cry out. “Cum with me” He says and runs his fingers over your clit as he increases his speed again. You orgasm as he thrusts into you and his hips stutter as he release his semen into you.

He releases your hands hugging you from the back as plants kisses down the side of your neck s he slows his thrusts. He stops as he pants heavily near your ear. You are both smiling and breathing heavily as you come down from your intense high. “Are you good now.” He asks a little breathless as he leans up and puts himself away.

“Austin you ripped my panties and pinned me to a bathroom wall I’m more than good ” You say grinning. He pulls you to him by wrapping his hand around your waist and devours your mouth in a hot kiss.

He releases your staring into your eyes and in that moment you know Jess insnt going to be his band mate anymore. You’re going to get him kicked out for good.

“Just so you know Austin when I did confront Jeff I told him I’d never steal from you again and you know what he did Austin? He threw me to the ground and that’s why I went off in the bar.” You see Austin’s eyes go dark. “ He … he put his hands on you?” Austin says feeling his rage boil so high he can barely form a sentence . You extend your leg and put your palms up to show him the bruises. “he’s fucking dead! “ Austin yells unlocking the bathroom door slamming it open and storming into the bar.

“Hey Jeff!” Austin yells aggressively making Jeff look over his shoulder “ What Aus- - “ his sentence is cut short as his mouth is punched repeatedly by Austins fist covered in rings. You hear the crunching and snapping of Jeff’s face being rearranged as a wicked grin forms on your face.

Austin punches him again and again until blood swirls in Jeffs mouth and he lurches forward in a daze spilling it out onto the table as Austin relents. “Aus..tin…what the …fuck..” Jeffs says as his head lulls on the verge of losing unconsciousness.

The unexpected blows render Jeff listless and Austin tugs his shirt up holding him steady for the final blows.“You put…your hands…on my girl …I put ..my fists on you” he says on each hit the final one connecting and making Jeff’s eyes roll up. Austin stop and lets Jeffs head smack onto the table. “Stay the fuck away from us your done with the band!” Austin yells at him as Jeff gurgles.

You come to Austin’s side to survey the damage. Bloody table, unconscious Jeff, Austin checking his bloody knuckles. Austin shakes his hand out and holding it by the wrist. “Piece of shit made me ruin my playing hand!” He spits.

Your eyes grow wide you didn’t realize. “Oh shit let me see.” You say. He puts his bloody hand in yours and your look over his knuckles and ask him to move his fingers. He does but they are stiff. “Aw baby they’ll get better.” You say comfortingly “let’s get you some ice and make them feel better.” You say wrapping your hand around his waist and guiding him to the bar. “You good baby?” He asks putting his arm around you holding you to him. “ Yes Austin I’m more than good.” You’d say smiling looking up at him through your lashes.

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marlynnofmany · 5 months

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Singing and Other Noises

If you have to clean the bathroom on a multi-species spaceship, you can at least take the opportunity to annoy your coworkers with some high volume space shanties. The acoustics of most bathrooms I’ve been in are great, and this one was no exception.

“If you find snacks in high places, adhesive eyes making faces…” I sang, passing the sanitation wand over the floor. “Someone gives thanks to the void, and knives to the droid … Then you might have some humans onboard, onboard, you might have some humans onboard!”

Paint laughed in the hallway. “I don’t think anyone would miss the fact that we have a human onboard.” When I leaned out to grin at her, she continued, “You’re very loud.”

“This is the perfect place to sing!” I said, leaning back and switching to a different song. “You’ll hear us singing loud and proud, in halls and hulls and ventilation chutes. You’ll know us by our range and joy, and we sing better than you!” It echoed nicely.

Paint was shaking her lizardy head. “Are there any quiet human songs?”

“Oh sure,” I said, looking for spots I’d missed. “Calm melodies for a relaxing afternoon, lullabies to soothe babies to sleep, plenty of those. They’re just not as fun. I like the ones where you can really feel your lungs vibrate, you know?”

Paint was giving me that cocked-head look that said she wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, but didn’t feel like saying so. “Right. I think that one made the floor vibrate too.”

“Oh, you should meet an opera singer. They can shatter glass.”

“What!” Paint stepped closer, switching her tail. “You are making that up.”

“No, really!” I said. “It’s very impressive. A rare talent for sure.” I got to my feet and emptied the sanitation wand into the trash chute. “My voice is nothing special. Pretty good, I like to think, but no kind of superstar. Still, singing is fun.”

Paint seemed to be having trouble coming up with a compliment. “Your voice is very… clear? Low? Is that a good thing?”

“I like to think so.” I put the wand away and washed my hands. “I can sing the low notes easier than high, which is great, because I enjoy them more. I think that makes me an alto? Contralto? Something like that. Not a soprano, at any rate.”

Even with her orange scales, Paint’s expression was a distinct mask of polite blankness. She nodded, hands clasped together.

“Not much for singing, I take it?” I asked.

Paint exhaled and dropped her hands. “I just don’t see the appeal,” she admitted. “It’s only talking! In a distorted voice!”

I switched off the light and joined her in the hall with a head bob of agreement. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Some of it’s fast and good to dance to, though.”

She pointed at me in excitement. “The dancing does make sense! That’s fun! But I just cannot understand the noises that go with it.”

I shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry too much about it. There’s bound to be lots of things that any given species does that makes no sense to others.”

“Like those shiny rocks you insisted on keeping?”

“Hey, that’s not just me,” I protested. “Zhee and Trrili both wanted some too. And you’ve still got those smelly seed-things that you liked so much.”

Paint raised her snout in pride. “They remain beautiful. Coals, Eggskin, and Captain Sunlight will agree with me!”

“And those are all the Heatseekers on the ship, which is exactly my point.”

A high-pitched noise that I’d been barely aware of grew louder, drifting down the hallway all faint and screechy. I had no idea what it was, and judging by Paint’s expression, neither did she.

“Is that metal scraping?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Paint said.

The sound continued, changing in tone like an alien violin. I turned in place, trying to locate it. “Is that music?”

Paint rubbed her earhole. “It’s unpleasant.”

“C’mon, let’s make sure it’s not actually a problem of some kind.”

“Yes,” Paint said with a sigh. “Ignoring a mechanical failure because we passed it off as horrible music is not something I want on my record.”

I started off down the hallway. “I think it’s this way.”

Ready as I was for a long and mysterious hunt for the quiet shrieking, I was almost disappointed to find it coming from the third door we reached. This was the door to Coals and Trrili’s translation workroom. It was shut. I hesitated over the opening panel, then knocked instead.

The noise stopped.

When the door slid open, it was to a vision of exoskeletoned nightmares, shiny black and red, with pincher arms, mandibles, and a pair of antennae angled into a very irritated expression.

“Hi Trrili,” I said. “Everything okay in there?”

Paint added, “We heard a noise—”

The door shut in our faces. After a moment, the screechy serenade resumed.

I blinked. “Rude.”

Paint had her hands over her earholes. “What is it??”

“Probably not a machine failure,” I said, wincing as the noise approached nails-on-chalkboard levels. “Let’s go ask Zhee.”

We walked very quickly away, and found Zhee outside the kitchen talking to Eggskin. The sound was faint here, but still audible.

“Hey Zhee,” I said cheerfully. “Can you tell us what in the seven spherical black holes Trrili is doing right now?”

Zhee threw his own purple pincher arms in the air. “Butchering a classic,” he exclaimed. “I’ve told her that she’s got the middle part backwards, but she insists it’s a regional variant!”

I glanced at Eggskin, who was just shaking their scaly head. “So it is music, then.”

Zhee folded his pinchers with a flare of antennae. “There’s a skreeking competition at Basal Station,” he said. “She’s under the impression that the judges there will enjoy regional variants that are wrong.”

“I see,” I said, wondering if I should ask the obvious question.

Paint beat me to it. “What’s skreeking?”

“Leg-singing,” Zhee said. “You know.” He moved a hind leg in a way that made a brief screech.

I knew I was staring, but it was either that or burst out laughing, and that was rarely complimentary. You’d think I’d get used to discovering ways that my alien crewmates resembled Earth animals, but you’d be very wrong.

Paint let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t understand that kind of singing either,” she said. “This makes even less sense than the other one!”

“Remember, there’s always dancing,” I told her. “And if it makes you feel better, I have no idea how to dance to the noise Trrili’s making.”

Zhee hissed quietly. “No one could dance to that. Not without tripping over every other limb.”

Eggskin spoke up. “Well, I’m certainly not going to try. Would you three like to help me settle on the primary meal for tonight’s dinner?”

I smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t disagree on anything there.”

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Keen eyes might recognize the shanty lyrics from a couple older posts. I even used one song in The First Time Traveler to Survive, which is a different storyverse entirely, but it's too much fun to leave there. I'm going to say humans invented it twice, and no one's going to stop me!

Anyways, this is the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#somebody did a lovely recording of one of those songs #but the link isn't working anymore #so I guess I won't share that #more's the pity #my writing #The Token Human #space shanties #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #science fiction #writeblr

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purfectstormzz · 7 months

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I wanna be yours | Elijah Hewson x reader

Summary: In which Elijah Hewson finds himself falling in love with the sister of a famous singer.

Pairing: Elijah Hewson x fem!Turner!reader

Warnings: Badly written story. (sorry guys)

A/n: the reader is about 24 so she’s way younger than Alex (hard truth; she wasn’t planned)

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It wasn’t a secret that the Turner siblings had a big age gap. At 13 years old, Alex was blessed with the birth of his baby sister. At first he wasn’t thrilled but when his sister finally arrived he was more than happy. He couldn’t deny the fact that he loved her more than anything, he promised his mother that he would protect and take care of her for the rest of his life. And he did, Alex made sure that every guy that came into her life treated her right and if they didn’t they were in a lot of trouble. At 16 years old Alex started a band with his friends and 3 year old Y/n was his biggest fan. She was at all the band meetings, the repetitions and even at their first gig.

Throughout the years Y/n grew up and became more interested in boys. Whenever Y/n came home with a boyfriend or just a boy in general, Alex made sure that he was a good guy and if they weren’t he made sure that they were too scared to even come back.

Y/n became older and Alex’s band became famous. Y/n loved being at their concerts and made sure to tell everyone how awesome her brother was. When she was 17 she discovered her passion for playing guitar. With a little help of her brother, she became talented in playing the guitar.

Now a 24 year old Y/n and a 37 year old Alex were closer than ever before. The Arctic Monkeys were extremely successful and Y/n couldn’t be more proud of her older brother. Y/n started her own music school for kids and teens who want to learn and play guitar just like her. But her full time job was supporting her brother at his concerts. Y/n tried her best to be at all of the concerts and she made sure to show everyone how proud she was.

“So have you guys found a new opener for your shows yet?” Y/n asked her brother while pouring herself a drink in his dressing room. “Matt found this new band who want to open up for us.” Alex answered getting of the sofa to get ready for the show. “Oh and have you met them yet?” the younger Turner asked. “I haven’t but Matt has and he said that they’re good so guess I have to believe him.” Alex answered walking towards his closet and pulling his suit out. “Alright sis I need to get dressed so I’ll see you after the show.” He said giving his sister a kiss on her forehead. “Alright, good luck.” She said before walking out of his dressing room.

Y/n made her way trough the corridors to get to her spot for the concert, she looked around the big hallways and couldn’t deny that she was lost. She didn’t know where she was supposed to go. She turned around a corner and walked further along the hallway. After walking for what felt like half an hour, Y/n finally saw someone who might know the way to the concert hall. “Hey sir can I ask you something.” She called out to the man in front of her. The guy turned around and y/n was met with the prettiest guy she had ever seen. “Sure.” He answered looking at the girl. His brown eyes looked directly into hers. “Do you maybe know where the private upper levels are?” She asked nervously. The boy gave her a smile before saying. “Sure, I’ll lead you the way.” The pair walked trough the hallways. “So, what’s your name.” The boy asked trying to make the walk less akward. “I’m y/n.” She told him. The pair turned a corner and walked further along. “What’s your name?” Y/n asked the brunette in front of her. “I’m Elijah but you can call me Eli.” He answered. “What brings you here Eli?” The girl asked. “I’m part of the band that’s opening for the band.” Eli said. “Oh that’s awesome. What instrument do you play?” Y/n asked. “I’m the lead singer but I also play the guitar.” The boy answered. The pair chatted a bit longer before they finally arrived at the upper levels.

“So here it is.” Eli said giving y/n a smile. “I have to get back to the dressing room because we have to be on stage in 10 minutes.” He said giving her one last smile before turning to walk out of the door. “It was nice meeting you Eli.” Y/n smiled after him. “I hope I’ll see you again Y/n” the brunette said before walking away into the hallway.

Y/n took a seat in one of the chairs sitting next to Amanda, Matt’s wife. The both of them talked for a few minutes until the lights went out. Four boys walked onto the stage and y/n saw Elijah walking up to his microphone. The band started the show by playing ‘These are the days’. Y/n sat in her chair admiring the boy that she just met. The crowd loved the band and the younger Turner couldn’t help but smile looking at the boy.

The band ended their set by playing ‘My honest face’ and then disappeared behind the curtains. Y/n sat in her chair waiting for her brother’s band to come on stage. She couldn’t stop thinking about Eli and how good he was on the stage. The girl was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door to the upper levels open. “Hey, is this seat taken?” She heard a familiar voice say. Y/n looked up and saw Elijah standing there giving the girl a sweet smile. “No, no you can sit there.” She told him smiling at the boy. “So we meet again.” Eli laughed. The pair talked about the band’s performance and about how Inhaler got to open for the Arctic Monkeys.

Alex and the rest of the band appeared on the stage and the crowd went wild. Elijah still didn’t know that he was sitting next to the sister of The Alex Turner. The band started playing their songs and Y/n and Eli sang along together. The both of them enjoyed the show a lot.

After the show ended Y/n and Eli walked out of the upper levels. They turned a hallway before Eli asked her. “Could I maybe get your number?” Y/n turned around looking at the boy. “I know that we just met but I think you’re really nice and I really want to know you better.” Eli said looking the girl into her eyes. “Oh yeah sure.” She said before giving the boy her phone to type his number. Y/n and Elijah exchanged numbers. “I’ll call you when I get to my hotel room.” The boy smiled. Y/n couldn’t help but admire how cute his smile was, she got butterflies in her stomach every time the boy smiled.

Y/n and Eli parted ways. He walked towards his dressing room getting ready to go to his hotel room while she walked towards her brother’s dressing room.

Alex stood in his dressing room waiting for his sister. He was ready to go to their hotel but just had to wait for his sister. Y/n walked through the door giving her brother a smile. “You guys were amazing.” She smiled. “Thanks sis, let’s go to the hotel now.” Alex said giving his sister a tired smile.

The siblings arrived at their hotel and y/n went into her hotel room while Alex walked towards his. “Goodnight Alexander.” Y/n said knowing how much he hates it when people say his full name. “Goodnight kiddo.” He said back before walking into his room and shutting the door behind him.

Y/n sat on her hotel bed looking at her phone. She was waiting on the call from Eli. After waiting for a while, Eli finally called her. She picked up the phone and heard his tired voice through the phone. “Hey.” Eli said, you could hear the smile in his voice. “Hey, did you get to you hotel oké?” Y/n asked him. “Yeah we got here pretty easy. A few crazy fans but nothing we haven’t handled before.” He laughed. The pair talked for another hour before Eli asked. “Do you want to go do something?” Y/n was speechless. She couldn’t think anymore, was he really asking her out?? “Of course I want to go do something with you.” She finally answered after staying quit for a bit.

Eli and Y/n made plans to go to a café tomorrow afternoon before both of them went to bed. Both of them fell asleep with the biggest smile on their face. They couldn’t wait for it to be the next day…

#elijah hewson x reader #elijah hewson #inhaler #bobby skeetz #robert keating #josh jenkinson #ryan mcmahon #arctic monkeys #alex turner

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muchlov3ashley · 1 month

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𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵~ (𝓖𝓸𝓳𝓸’𝓼 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷)

Au! Actor!Gojo x Singer!R

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Why has your Actor Costar!Gojo been such an asshole? What are his goals? You’re about to find out! ;)

Fluff! Smut! Angst! Fake-dating! Enemies to lovers! Drug use! She fell first he fell harder!

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𝓒𝓱2-𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃’ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃’

You hands trembled unlocking your apartment door. Unlocking your apartment. You thought in your head “Just ask him to come in and talk.” But with the alcohol in your system and letting your emotions get in the way. You swung the door open pushing him inside.

“Look Gojo, what’s your problem, why have you been such an asshole?” “Hmm?” You said in an alluring tone, stuttering a little. Pointing a finger in his face. “You’re rich, talented, and good looking.” He had a smirk rising on his face that was unsettling to you causing you to stutter a little. “But that doesn’t give you the privilege to just fuck with people because.. you’re bored.” “Some of us have goals to achieve, now you’re the one who needs to get his shit together!” You yelled in his face going to walk off, when all of a sudden he grabbed your wrist.

“Who said I didn’t have any goals, princess?” He was now holding you close, you stood close to him silent for a few seconds. Every now and then he would at your lips looking back at your eyes. Your senses came back. “Then what are they?.” You said. Pushing him off gently walking over to a couch. He came over sitting next you.

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He hesitated a little . But yours eyes had a familiar look, a comforting, trusting, assuring look. He sighed.

“Look when I was little my dad was having affairs, my mom genuinely loved him, somehow..”. “So when she found out she became depressed .. she got addicted to pills and champagne.”. “My dad hardly cared, he sent her away to a rehab center, I haven’t seen her since.” You had a pout on your face your brows furrowed at the thought that someone could do that. “I hate my that old hag, and I’m going to find my mom, and I’m going to surpass him in acting.”

You laughed with a tear of sadness rolling down your cheek. He scoffed thinking what in the world made him think he could talk to you? What made him feel so assured? Gojo got up from the couch. You quickly pulled his wrist sitting him down on the couch again. Put one hand on Gojo’s cheek. Caressing his face.

“You might just be truly incredible, Satoru.” You said with a warm smile plastered on your lips. “I’ll make sure from now on I’ll give this movie my best-, no a perfect performance.”. “I want to help you achieve your goal.”.

Gojo question what was the feeling, he was feeling like something fluttering in his stomach.? And the way you said his first name. It practically rolled of your tongue. He started looking back and forth from lips to your eyes. But just before anything happened, you heard someone unlock the door to the apartment. You pushed him on the floor, so you to were hidden behind the couch. You were on the floor on top of him. He had a smirk on his face, you hoped he couldn’t tell how hard you were blushing. “Slow down, princess” he teased. The door swung open. You put a hand over his mouth.

“Thank you Itadori.” Said Sarori. You leaned forward to Gojo ear, and whispered. “Shh, wouldn’t want to cockblock.” You tease. He rolled his eyes mad at the fact that they just cockblocked him and you. “You friend does have good intentions right?” You asked. “Mhm.” He muffled under your hand. You lifted your head up, and slowly removed your hand from his mouth. He used an elbow to sit up a little. He now leaned in to your ear whispering. “He’s the most well behaved out of all of us, and I might be the worst.” He said in a low teasing seductive tone. You felt your cheeks heating up.

“Goodnight yuji.” Said Sarori closing the door. Now she began to look for you she yelled out “Y/N!.” You got off of Gojo standing up giving him a hand. “You never told me your goal Y/N.” Said Gojo. “That’s a story for another day.” You answered.“Guess this is goodbye for us too.” He leaned in whispering. Your cheeks heated up once again. “Guess so..”. You answered. Walking him over to the door. “Goodnight Gojo.” “Satoru.” He corrected. “Goodnight Satoru.” You said. He leaned in to your ear. “We have an audience,” he looked towards the hallway in your apartment. You looked over to the apartment to see Sarori standing there “Goodnight princess.” Gojo said walking off. You close the door of the apartment

“So I wasn’t the only one who got close to a boy tonight?” Teased Sarori. “Noo- we just .. made up? We worked our issue out..” You answered. “With what a little makeup sex?” Teased Sarori with a wide smirk on her face. “Noo, plus that what make things awkward between us- he’s my Coworker.” You said. “But you would mind it right?” Asked Sarori. You just rolled your eyes walking towards your room.

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The weekend went by quickly and so did the week it was already Friday. There was awkwardness between you and Gojo. But other than that the acting had improved highly. The director gave you a task to write a song about the fake relationship that was going to happen between you and Gojo for publicity. It was the end of the day you were in your dressing room. Getting ready to go home.

Knock knock

“Come in.” You said. You saw that dreamy figure through the vanity mirror. “Oh hey Gojo.” You said with a smile on your face and a tint of blush from remembering how close you were to him over the weekend. He walked over taking a seat on the vanity table. You set your phone to at least try and face him.

He clicked his tongue.. “Told you to call me Satoru princess.” “Mkay but why do you call me princess?” You said looking away not being able to face. He put two fingers on your chin, moving your chin for you to look up at him and face him. Causing you to drop a pen off your vanity. “ honestly I don’t do it because I can, just do it because I want to. And of course I like those pretty expressions you make when I tease you.” He said with a smirk on his face. You felt your stomach fluttering “Your such a sadist.” You said rolling your eyes. Bending down to grab the pen.

Your skirt you wore today rode up a little. Gojo couldn’t stop himself from peaking. Looking at you like that left him speechless. When you got up facing him. He couldn’t face you, feeling ashamed for peaking. “So what can I help you with Satoru?” You said. “Uhh-Well we’re just gonna have a little get together, you might’ve heard of it?” He said. “Yeah I think Sarori mentioned something about a get together on a yacht.” You answered. “Yeah, you should come it’ll be fun.” He said getting up from the vanity. “I’ll get Itadori to send Sarori the information.” “See ya there Y/N.” He said leaving

You wondered the sudden rush in his words, but didn’t pay to much attention to it. Guess you’re going yachting now.

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Ch3 Preview- Yachting with Gojo is fun, but when any guy slightly tries to get close to you.. his blood boils? Wonder why? What are you to him?

AN- OKAY some parts might be a little corny. But bare with me 😜.. This chapter was so much fun to write! once again.!

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Ranking Hazbin Hotel Songs (S1)

I’m seeing people do this on TT, but I don’t like posting on there, so I’m posting my list here instead. Obvious warning, but these are my own personal opinions. I think all of the songs are absolute bangers, but there are some that are better than others, so keep that in mind.

16. Welcome to Heaven

Pretty much the general fandom consensus. It’s not a bad song, and I like Darren Criss as a singer, but it’s too short and doesn’t do a whole lot for the plot.

15. Finale

This might be a pretty hot take, but I’m not that big of a fan of the finale. There are some parts that I like individually, but as a whole song, it doesn’t do it for me. It’s still good though.

14. Hell’s Greatest Dad

I think this one is the one that’s gonna upset a lot of people, but I really don’t vibe with this one. No, it has nothing to do with Mimzy. In fact, I actually like her a lot, but that’s besides the point. I’m not a huge fan of talk singing, and that’s what both of Alestor’s songs are, so they aren’t going to be very high. Not even Jeremy Jordan can save this song.

13. Stayed Gone

Again, I’m just not big on talk singing. I like this one just a bit more because I like Christian Borle’s voice as a talk-singer just a bit more than Jeremy Jordan.

12. More Than Anything (Reprise)

This is a really cute song! I wish we had more Chaggie moments in the show, but I’m glad we got this. It would be much higher, but I don’t like how short it is.

11. It Starts With Sorry

Idk why so many people hate this song. It’s so cute! Charlie’s voice is so good, and I like the lesson Sir Pentious learns. It gives off children’s show song, but in a very good way.

10. Out for Love

Carmilla my beloved! I am obsessed with her. I like how she taught Vaggie in this song. Again, my only real problem with it is how short it is. Idk why they made some of their best songs so short, but I need a longer version.

9. Happy Day in Hell

I am a big fan of introduction songs in musicals, and this is a perfect example of why. It’s a nice way to see Hell, especially through the optimism of someone like Charlie. It’s silly and upbeat, and I like that a lot.

8. Poison

I love this song so much! Blake Roman did such a fantastic job with his performance as Angel. I’m not usually a big fan of this particular type of pop, which is why I have it a bit lower, but I think it fits well with what they were going for in writing this song. It’s absolutely perfect.

7. Whatever it Takes

I need these two to have another duet at some point. Their voices fit so well together. Both of their individual parts are also very solid. All around just a good song.

6. You Didn’t Know

I blast this song at least once a day. My fave part is Lute, and I wish we got more of her singing voice this season. Jessica Vosk is so talented, so I hope we get more in season two. Obviously, Charlie and Emily’s part is also amazing, and I like Sera’s parts as well.

5. Hell is Forever

Ah yes, my favorite Christian rock song. Seriously though, this song is so good. It’s most similar to the actual kind of music I listen to, so of course it’d be pretty high on this list. It’s a good intro to Adam and the angels in general, and it slaps.

4. Respectless

Velvette might actually be one of my favorite characters. She, for sure, has my favorite design of any character, and she might have my favorite female voice as well (tied with Lute). Also, she was so real for what she said to Carmilla. Her voice is just very fun to listen to.

3. More than Anything

Jeremy Jordan is the reason I live and breathe. His voice is literal honey. He and Erika Henningsen harmonizing has brought new meaning into my life. I may not have daddy issues, but I think this song healed them anyway. It’s so cute.

2. Ready for This

I’m a sucker for a good rally song, and this is exactly that. Cannibal Town is also my favorite location of any place we’ve seen, both in Hazbin and Hellava Boss, and I adore Rosie. The cannibals were very funny in this number, and I like that Charlie was able to gain some confidence.

1. Loser, Baby

I’m officially changing my brand to the #1 Huskerdust shipper ever. I’m so obsessed with them. This episode is tied for my favorite with Hello, Rosie! Keith David needs another song immediately, and so does Blake Roman. They sound so good together, and I can’t wait to hear more of them!

#Hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #angel dust #alastor #vaggie #sir pentious #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer morningstar #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette

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kairiscorner · 5 months

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it would be so fun to go caroling with the jjk first years, don’t you think?

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ holiday headcanons event !!

day 5.3: caroling with the jujutsu high first years 🔔

🍰 genre: fluff !! ✒️ word count: 509 💭 summary: going caroling with the jujutsu high first years 🔔 📣 thanks for requesting anon! if you'd like to request any other prompt for any other character, please refer to my holiday headcanons event and send me an ask!

going caroling with the jujutsu high first years is a chaotic experience, to say the least. with nobara and yuuji betting against each other how many houses they'll be able to carol to before the night's over, with their allowance for the week on the line, while megumi is contemplating gifting them both backpack leashes for their sizes to keep them both in check as gifts.

nobara and yuuji sing from the bottom of their lungs, though yuuji isn't exactly the best singer of them all... nobara laughs aloud when yuuji hits a high note, but in the middle of it, his voice cracks. it gets a laugh out of you, with megumi trying to keep the two of them down as yuuji blushes and exclaims it happens to the best of singers! (megumi was on the brink of laughter himself, though, so he wasn't that innocent either).

"y-you don't think i sound bad, d-do you?" yuuji would ask you in anticipation, anxious to hear what you had to say. letting the boy down gently was the best way you could give your input for his singing, in fact, yuuji took your feedback as points for him to work on and improve for his singing. with a big smile, he held your hands in his, thanking you, while beaming. "you're an angel! i'll do better when we carol at the next house... just, please don't laugh at my singing, please?" he pleaded with you, looking at you with the most irresistibly sweet puppy dog eyes.

megumi actually had a decent singing voice, a little monotonous, sure, but he had a hidden talent all this time! nobara was lowkey envious, though. "fushiguro! teach me how to sing in cursive!" she exclaimed, while yuuji kept praising fushiguro for his singing voice. he always blushed whenever he got praised for singing, whether he enjoyed being praised or not remained a mystery, because he always hit the two on the head and demanded they quiet down. but when you'd compliment him, oh boy, he'd get redder and look away from you. "um... thanks, you... you sing well, too."

for nobara, she was a decent singer; she had the tendency to show off a little, though. she loved showing off whenever you were around anyway, she'd always smile at you, holding your hand, insisting she sing next to you because your voices blended together in harmony, it always made her happy to hear you sing. "y'know, it might piss these two losers off, but i'd gladly sing my heart out as long as you're here. i love singing my heart out around you!" she admitted, a slight tint of pink on her cheeks as she beamed.

of course, yuuji would insist on the same for him, while nobara retorted that he sucks at singing; resulting in another squabble between them that megumi sighs at, he can never catch a break with them. but this evening of caroling made you smile, even if this trio was a piece of work... they were darling to you.

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m1ssunderstanding · 7 months

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I think your tags on the post about Paul's song Suicide got cut off. I was invested, and want to hear the rest of your thoughts :) Maybe you could put it all in a separate post if you don't want to add it as a reblog?

hey, thanks for this ask! It's always nice to have someone that wants to know my thoughts. I'd love to know yours on the subject too!

Okay super long text post under the cut

On “Suicide” 1956 and 1970

My interpretation of the meaning of Paul’s early song “Suicide” and its purpose on his debut solo album

The verse Paul had written in 1956 goes,

“If when she tries to run away

And he calls her back, she comes.

If there’s a next time, he’s okay

Cause she’s under both his thumbs.

She'll limp along to his side

Singing a song of ruin. I’d

Bet he says nothin’ doin’

I, I’d call it suicide.”

The song’s protagonist can’t leave an abusive relationship. The abuser knows it doesn’t matter what they do, the protagonist will always come back. Even when they’re limping, even when they vocalize their knowledge that this relationship is damaging, they’ll always come back, and the abuser is nonchalant. In the end,the singer likens the protagonist’s return to the relationship to suicide.

Just as the woman in the song is under her husband’s thumb, around the time this was written, Paul was very much under his father’s thumb. This was not due to any lack of self-direction or courage on his part. Jim was physically abusive (like the husband in the song) an addict, extremely controlling, and emotionally both unavailable and volatile. Still, in the same way that the woman in the song always goes back to her husband, Paul loved his father. It’s likely that Paul’s unusual degree of deference to his father was a combination of self-preservation and a genuine desire to help and please his father. Jim was also honest and well-liked, a lot of fun, intelligent, talented, a buyer of wonderful presents, and a supporter of Paul as a musician, and Paul felt great admiration and gratitude to Jim. And yet, Paul is not only the protagonist of “Suicide.” He’s also the singer. And the singer knows this relationship is destructive – bad enough to be likened to deadly.

So, “Suicide” is about Paul’s relationship with his father.

Enter John Lennon. Based on John’s perfect knowledge of “I lost my little girl” a full dozen years after being first shown it, I’m inclined to believe John was fully acquainted with the song “Suicide” and though I think pigs would fly before Paul would discuss its meaning with John, it’s not unlikely that he had his guesses.

It is also my tentative belief (based on the wording of the quote in which John talks about Paul and Jim and the issues with control and violence, the fact that John hit a lot of people, but never Paul, and the documented fact that John Lennon is intensely perceptive when it comes to Paul McCartney) that John knew Jim hit Paul. John hated Jim for all the same reasons Paul obeyed him. He hated that Jim was abusive, and he hated that Paul loved him. But. And here’s where I might be stepping on some toes. John and Jim share some important similarities.

Positives first. Both men are praised for being honest to a fault (Jim owning up to gambling debts and John being open and brash in interviews). Both are well-liked by almost everyone who knew them (People go on and on about what a gentleman Jim was, what a stand-up guy. People always think they’re John’s best friend after spending three hours with him) Both recognize Paul’s talent and give him the support he needs to pursue it (John obviously to a much higher degree) Both are described as being the life of the party and the center of attention.

Now negatives. Both men are highly susceptible to addiction. Both men pressured Paul about his lifestyle. Both are known to have been violent toward people they loved (although John was never violent toward Paul. This is important, and will be revisited). Both men had difficulty controlling their emotions or expressing them in a healthy way.

John eventually won his battle with Jim, as he states very proudly that Paul chose him in the end. He stood up to his father, as John claims he constantly begged him to do, and cast his lot with John, their partnership and their music. And, obviously, it was the right decision. Not only because it resulted in the greatest musical collaboration of all time, but because with John, Paul exchanged violence for softness. John was capable of a shocking level of care and tenderness, and for many years that was absolutely lavished on Paul. And I think they were both privately proud of that fact.

Jump to late 1969 / early 1970. John’s actions during the divorce (forcing Allen Klein – another violent and controlling man – on Paul, manipulating – self-admitedly – George and Ringo into turning against Paul, threatening – accidentally or on purpose – to treat Paul the way he’d treated Cynthia in their divorce, etc.) were hurtful enough to Paul that he was, in fact, suicidal (barely finding the strength not to suffocate himself in his pillow, taking way too much of everything, half-hoping he’ll overdose) and when he is finally pulling himself up again, he’s ignoring all John’s attempts to get him to come back (songs, interviews, letters, post-cards).

He puts out his debut solo album, the content of which makes John angry, though to an outsider, there doesn’t seem to be much there in the way of messaging.

Here’s what we get of “Suicide” a the end of “Glasses”, right before “Junk”

“ . . . song of ruin, I’d

Bet he says nothin’ doin’

I’d”

The part Paul chose to include was the abuser’s shrugging lack of surprise that the protagonist has returned, yet again, despite their knowledge that they’re walking back into abuse. I believe Paul’s message to John here is this: You were the one who taught me that there is a certain level of treatment I should expect from people who say they love me. Now that you’re the one who’s hurt me, you have to deal with what you’ve created. I’m not just going to come back to you with my tail between my legs and act like nothing happened. You taught me better than that. I’m really leaving. We’re really over.

#thanks for the ask!#that was thoughtful of you #Sorry I'm too lazy to find sources for all this #But I'm supposed to be studying for the LSAT right now plus I'm a new mom so #They're out there I swear I'm not making any of this shit up except for my theories #Seriously thanks though #this was fun #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #The Beatles #Mclennon #Jim McCartney

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Can you do TADC cast x reader with an amazing singing voice? And what each member thinks of their voice. Like let's say they just one day hear the reader singing in the halls to themselves or something, what would be their reaction

TADC cast finding out the reader has a good singing voice!

i think ive done a singer!reader before but too be fair iirc correctly those are with a reader who sings to cope... plus it was only for about half the cast, i think! speedrunning this since im answering this while i got something in the oven YAHOO

CAINE:

i think he would first hear you after mindlessly barging into your room. like usually hes good with knocking, but i think sometimes he gets so antsy to see you that he just. invites himself in. thats an issue for a different post, i think. so imagine he finds you singing to yourself in your room... and you sound so amazing... oh he would be in love with you, even more... assuming this is romantic, of course! though i guess thats the default for these kinds of posts.... that aside, i think he would start to ask for you to sing for him alllll the time. its like hearing an angel singing... or perhaps even a siren, given how it draws him right in... adds that to his long list of things about you that he gushes about you

POMNI:

writing her right after i do ragathas but i think that her reaction would be similar... just minus the successful getaway; she would probably trip on something behind her while shes trying to slink away; thus alerting you and stopping your song. tries to stammer out an apology before just blurting out that she heard something; heard you singing and that she didnt mean to intrude but it just sounded so..... alluring? is that the correct word? very bad at trying to defend herself, though is there really anything that she needs to defend herself against? its not like she did something bad, she just walked in on you doing something innocent.... needless to say, i think it would be awkward between the two of you for at least a short period of time... perhaps you offer to sing to her... would that still make it awkward, or would it dismiss it? up to you, my silly reader!

RAGATHA:

probably finds you singing to yourself while cleaning and/or tidying up one of the common areas of the circus after jax's prank leaves it particularly messy! doesnt interrupt you, in fact you might try to quietly back out of the room... i mean she didnt know you could sing, and you never sang around her, plus given that youre doing it while no one else is around... well it would get into her head that this is something personal and private for you. whether or not thats true is up to you, though! i do think her curiosity would eat away at you though, and with thinking about your voice, it would lead to her asking about it. keeping this open ended for you to expand upon this yourself, you could explain to her what music means to you and perhaps you offer to sing to her... shrugs

JAX:

honestly i think he would try to mess up your singing, like it could be his first time hearing you sing and he could be totally captured by your talent; but the asshole in him is telling him to do what he does best. its like setting a glass down when theres a cat nearby. something is bound to happen; you know? like do i think he would sneak around you and form some elaborate prank thats going to dunk slime all over you while youre singing? no, no no not at all. in fact i dont think jax would do that to his actual close friends or partner.... now to zooble or gangle, yeah definitely.... though to be fair he is comfortable with teasing the idea of putting centipedes in ragathas room, knowing that shes deathly afraid of them; and they seem to be decent friends... but im getting off track... no, i think he would just call out a random word while youre focusing on your lyrics; which makes you repeat him and thus breaking your focus

though, he does make up for kind of complimenting you

not quite a sour patch kids kinnie since he doesnt have the sweet part nailed down </3

KINGER:

okay cute idea. while most of the other characters (if not all since im writing everyone out of order) find you singing on accident... imagine you sing to him to try to calm him down after a particularly rough day that leaves him more antsy and anxious than usual. i think depending on the song, if you pick the right one it calms his down real nicely. maybe im biased, but rises the moon... my beloved... cough coughs

anyways... i dont think he would ask you to sing, not because he doesnt like your voice. no he just doesnt want you to feel forced to do it plus i mean... your digital vocal cords can get worn down... maybe... actually i dont think they would?? digital bodies are... weird.. might be a case of temporary strain that doesnt stick but the point still stands, he doesnt want ANY harm or discomfort to come to you; physically or otherwise!

ZOOBLE:

not much impresses zooble, but even with that being said i think they would be able to recognize talent when there is... well talent! though, they are bad at showing their emotions; at least not the ones that are more positive if that makes sense! given their general attitude as well as their flatter voice, a lot of the genuine compliments they give you upon first hearing you sing may come off as sarcastic... or maybe they dont, since you guys may or may not be close and know that this is just how zooble is. they arent going to shower you in compliments like caine, or ask you to sing for them. thats just not how they are, and they simply treat your singing as another part of you! not to say that its not worth gushing over; its just that... gushing isnt really something zooble.... does... you know?

GANGLE:

stealing from kinger but imagine singing to her to help calm her down or get her mind off of something... like i think she would be entranced.. or perhaps confused because now that im thinking about it more imagine youre crying to your partner and they start to just. sing...

shh we can pretend that gangle just enjoys your voice..! finds it very pretty, but also like kinger i dont think she would ask you to sing for her often out of fear of making you feel forced to do it. plus gangle, at least to me, seems like the type to not want to ask anyone for anything for fear that it will make her an annoyance or inconvenience. poor girl... absolutely loves your singing, though

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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bengals-barnesbabe · 7 days

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: When the secret relationship between a famous singer and a popular quarterback is revealed no one could be happier. But when lyrics to an unreleased song are released, the strength of their relationship is questioned and tested when fans, reporters and exes start coming into the mix. Will you get your happy ending or is this the beginning of the end?

Chapter 13: 'i love you, goodnight' tour

#Track9 Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, foul language.

Part One🖤

Word Count: 1.2k

Anxiety courses through your veins like hot lava as you wait for your name to be announced. You haven't done a live appearance like this since before you and Joe went public with your relationship, not one with an audience that is. During rehearsals Jimmy reassured you that it would be more fun than stressful, but that does not include the buildup to it. Usually you’d be texting or talking to Joey right now but he’s knee deep in meetings across the country so thats not an option. So its just you and your nerves.

“For tonight’s musical guest, we have the incredibly talented and beautiful Venus, she will be singing her latest single off of her new album ‘Tell Me You Love Me,’ everyone allow me to introduce Venus to the stage.”

I guess that’s my cue.

Walking out to the lively applause and the smiling host helps you shed some of the nervousness that plagued you earlier. You and Jimmy share a quick hug before turning towards the audience and smiling and waving back.

“Venus, everyone. Wow, they might love you more than me.” He jokes as you both take your seats.

“Well, I love everyone here equally.” You wink at the audience causing a wave of laughter. “Thank you so much for having me, Jimmy.”

“The pleasure is all mine, the last time you were here you had just won your first grammy’s and there was someone else with you backstage that we’re missing today.” He lightly smirked. Fantastic start right.

“Its crazy that it was only a little over a year ago when my life completely changed. Then even more so in the last few weeks, everything is absolutely insane and I wouldn't wish for it any other way.” You widely grinned, dusting off the last part of his question.

“Thats great,” he says then pulls up a photo of you at the SuperBowl. “You surprised everyone when you joined Usher at this year’s SuperBowl, tell us how this came about.”

Your eyes crinkled up as the memory flooded your brain. “Of course, so for those who don’t know Usher is one of the big industry people that discovered me way back when, so he’s been like my mentor ever since. He called me in about November and told me that he was going to

headlining it and I was ecstatic for him. It was about time we had an Atlanta centered show, and then he asked me if I wanted to join him. I immediately said yes, like Usher just asked me to perform with him, I don't care what stage we’re on or even the fact that I know him personally. The man is an absolute legend and it was an honor to share the stage with him. Being apart of his surprise guests was so exciting and I was starstruck the entire time.”

“Thats incredible, you were amazing up there and I hope we see you headlining it someday.” He winked.

“Who knows what the future holds.” You chuckled.

Then a picture of you and a certain someone shows up on the screen behind you cause the audience to start hollering and your face to heat up a bit. “Oh what do we have here, I have no idea how that got up there.” You smiled then shook your head.

“I’m just going to ask the question and see how far you want to go. How did this happen, where did this romance come from?” He says hiding his face behind his cards.

“God, I’d like to say that I don’t know, but that’s not true. You can thank LSU for that, we met at the beginning of our senior year and became really fast friends. There was always some kind of attraction on both ends, but we didn’t do anything about that until two years later. And we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s cute, you guys look great together. So were together during your first appearance?”

“Yea, he was backstage with me trying to stop me from freaking out about performing for y'all.” Everyone cracked up at that one.

“I don’t know how you could be nervous about this, you are absolutely killing it. Now lets talk about the album, this track 9 controversy, what happened?”

“My lack of media training happened,” you huffed. “Im joking, but not really. I was really excited to put out this project and even more ready to actually show the world who I dedicated it to. I worked on this album for a really long time, it was like journaling an adventure and the hardest part was finding a way to condense 5 years into one album. In the end, we were all satisfied with what we made then what I thought was going to be a fun little peak at track 9 turned into absolute chaos.”

“For a few weeks, it seemed like every media outlet could not stop talking about this song and really giving Joe a bad rep in the process.”

“One that wasn’t deserved at all. Joe was such a good sport through the whole thing because he’s such a laid back guy. While I was basically preparing for war, he was the one calming me down about it. Everything was so fresh to the outside world that people just took it to an extreme that it was no where near. When artists release a body of work, I think fans skip past the time element. That particular song was written before I was even signed, I was still working my regular 9 to 5 in Louisiana and using songwriting as a way to cope with my feelings. And its extremely dramatized. For something to be entertaining that might be banal to most, you amp it up and Track 9 was taken from a 4 to a 10 in one session. By the time we were putting together this album, Leon Thomas III, absolutely incredible musician and producer, heard it and decided to rework it. When he was finished, everyone in the room was in love with it, we almost made it a single.”

“Its funny how things like that happen. Before we let you go and hit that stage, give us a little about the song you will be performing in a bit.”

“Absolutely, earlier this week I released ‘Prayer for the Broken’ as a single because I wanted to be able to give to communities that are struggling right now. This song is about how love is the only thing that can fix our broken world so all the proceeds that it brings in will be donated to multiple charities around the world, to help people and communities in horrid conditions. These charities are on my website so if anyone wants to donate straight to them, please do. This song means a lot to me and I hope everyone loves hearing it live.”

“Tonight only?”

“Live tonight AND this summer when I go on my ‘i love you, goodnight’ tour. I hope to see you all there and maybe I’ll bring some friends along too.”

🝮

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Is This Love

Fic summary: Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin is playing a gig at the Metro Club in Chicago, Illinois. You’ve been a fan since you saw them perform at your middle school talent show, around that time you’d developed your crush on Eddie. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had also been harbouring a secret crush on you for years. Will he finally shoot his shot?

This is my very first one shot, I hope you all enjoy it. Inspired by the Whitesnake song.

Word count: 3521

Warnings: Lots of SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), mentions of parents fighting, mentions of drinking and smoking, brief mention of fingering

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You arrive at the club early, you know that the headliners don’t go on until 10pm but you wanted to get there before all the screaming groupies.

You’d dressed in a black mini skirt, a Metallica sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, fishnets and platform boots. You show that you’re a actual fan and not just there for the gorgeous long haired lead singer and guitarist.

Eddie Munson. Your middle and high school crush. The one you’d never had the courage to act upon. You didn’t avoid Eddie but you tried not to get too close, you were worried that you’d blurt it out one day. You didn’t belong to the Hellfire Club but you weren’t part of the ‘in crowd’ in school either, in fact those were the people who bullied you but you didn’t care. You’d spent your evenings and weekends listening to heavy metal, watching the Star Wars movies and reading fantasy novels.

Eddie was a year ahead of you in school but you ended up graduating the year before he did, as he failed twice. His band had been signed as soon as he’d finally graduated the year after you. You’d moved out of Hawkins straight after graduation, wanting to get away from your parents constant bickering. It didn’t matter much as your mom ended up staying with you at least once a month, and the phone calls made you feel like you’re back at home.

Your apartment wasn’t huge, but you’d saved up enough money from babysitting, tutoring and your job in the bookstore. You were very proud of your place, it was on the outskirts of Chicago so the rent was slightly cheaper. You had to travel into the city for work so you knew the place well. You’ve been waitressing at a diner five days a week during the day, and you tend bar twice at the weekend. You hope to save up enough to start night classes next semester.

You know the security at the bar, having been a regular visitor since you moved to Chicago, so you had no problems getting in. Once inside you went to the bar for a beer and headed to a table where you’d get a great view of the stage. You know Eddie always stood on the left, the right when looking at the stage so you made sure you were in his eye line.

He might not see you due to the lights but if he did, you hoped he’d recognise you. You’d tutored him in English when you were back in school. He’d passed that class but failed to graduate due to failing other classes.

You nursed that beer for an hour before the club started to fill up, you know the bartender Liv as well, having tended bar with her at another location. She sends a fresh beer over with another bartender that you know, Carrie, who isn’t working tonight.

Carrie approaches the table, two bottles of beer in her hands, one of them is your brand. You look up at her with a cocked eyebrow. “Liv sent you another beer, said you’ve been sitting here alone for like 40 mins. Date stand you up?”

“Nah no date, not in months. Just here to enjoy the music.” You reply, accepting the beer with a smile. “I’ll settle up with Liv at the end of the night.” You clink bottles together and take a drink.

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Eddie is backstage, smoking a joint and drinking a beer. He can hear the sounds of Ten Seconds to Love by Motley Crue coming through the speakers, the walls are so thin. He has to be careful about bringing a groupie back here tonight.

He always picked a girl out from the crowd, the ones that looked at him with hearts and dollar signs in their eyes, and would dedicate a song to her. He’d always choose someone who looked like her. Then he’d invite the random girl backstage, to smoke and fool around, so she’d have a story to tell her friends. To make him seem like a real rockstar.

Lately though, he was tired of hook ups that meant nothing, that were forgotten almost as quickly as they happened. Tired of the girls saying his full name as his fingers were inside them. They didn’t know him, not really, they knew his stage persona. The one that’s full of confidence and sex appeal. Behind closed doors, he’s insecure, always thinking he’s not good enough. If he was he would’ve….

“Munson!!” The doors flew open as Gareth and Jeff burst in.

“Jesus H Christ! Are you trying to kill me?!” Eddie clutches his chest.

“Sorry but we had to….” Gareth says.

Jeff butts in, “Stop being such a wuss and tell him already!”

“I was about to but you cut me off…”

“Shut up!” Eddie yells, sick of the bickering that was just getting started. They stop and look at him. “Now… would you ladies like to tell me why you interrupted my pre show blunt?”

They look at each other, Gareth gulps before answering with his eyes on the floor. “Y/N is here.”

The room begins to spin. Either this weed is strong shit, or Eddie is having a panic attack. He hasn’t seen you in two years, since you left Hawkins after graduating. And yet the sound of your name makes him feel as nervous as he did the first time Corroded Coffin played at the talent show in middle school.

“Are you sure?” Eddie looks at both of them.

They nod. “Fuck!”

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The first band came and went, you feel bad that they were so forgettable. They had some fans in the crowd but you couldn’t even remember their name.

Carrie had stayed with you, not wanting you to be alone. Guys have been giving you the eye all night but you’d not even noticed until Carrie pointed it out.

“What about him? He’s hot.” She says pointing to the guy standing three tables down from you. “He’s been staring at you since he got here.” He was good looking, blonde haired, tall and muscular. He was in a RATT vest and dark jeans, you could see the muscles bulging under his shirt.

“Not interested!” You give her the side eye.

“Okay well… you know that Liv is single?” You turn your head quickly, the serious expression on her face making you break out into a fit of giggles. “What’s funny?”

You can’t speak due to your laughter, Carrie huffs and pouts, folding her arms across her chest. Your laughter dies down. “I’m sorry Caz, just because I’m not interested in any of these guys doesn’t mean…”

She nods, “I get it y/n, just giving you options.” You smile and thank her as the second opening band start their set.

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Eddie pokes his head out of the door that leads to the backstage area to see if he can find you, he doesn’t even need to look very hard. He’d spot you during rush hour at grand central station. His crush having got to the point where he knew every freckle on your face, the shape of your lips, all the various colours in your eyes, the slope of your nose and of course the curves of your body.

The crush he had on you has festered over the years and he thinks it’s now more than a crush. He gazes at you, love in his eyes. You’ve grown your hair out since he last saw you, it looks the perfect length to grab. Eddie curses his mind, it had to go there. He turns back into the backstage area before his semi becomes a full blown erection and he’ll have to go and rub one out in the dingy bathroom.

He ignores the tent in his pants and goes back to the dressing room, relighting his joint and taking a long drag. He worries that seeing you when he’s on stage is gonna affect his playing…

“How do you guys feel about doing a… ballad tonight?” Eddie asks nervously. The guys smirk but say nothing, letting Eddie ramble on. “I mean I know we don’t usually, but you know that y/n is here and I’ve liked her for the longest time so do you think maybe…?” The guys burst into laughter. Eddie hangs his head in defeat.

They see how their laughing has effected him so they stop and look at each other. “What song were you thinking?” His head snaps up.

“You know we’ve jammed and played a few songs off the new Whitesnake album?” They all nod. “I was thinking Is This Love, it says all the things I’m afraid to say.” They all agree to play that song. Eddie has butterflies, he worries that you’ll reject or laugh at him but he tries to stay brave.

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The lights go out in the club, except those behind the bar. You feel nerves start to bubble up as the headliners, Corroded Coffin are announced. The crowd goes wild and there’s a loud guitar riff as the lights go on and there’s an explosion as the pyros go off and they break into their first song.

Eddie steps up to the microphone and begins singing, his voice is silky and beautiful. The sound going straight between your legs, you cross your legs to gain some friction. You’re embarrassed about doing it in plain sight but the sight of him and the sound of his voice lights a fire inside you. But no one seems to notice, everyone is too busy mesmerised by the band performing on stage.

The song finishes and there’s a huge round of applause, cheering and screaming. “Wow, now I know what all the hype is about!” Carrie yells over the sound of the crowd, you don’t answer, you simply nod.

“We are Corroded Coffin and here’s one you might know!” Eddie says, and slams his hand down the strings of his guitar and the recognisable opening riff of ‘Master of Puppets’ begins. You almost fall off your chair, you’re wearing a Master of Puppets shirt! Has he seen you already? They play the song flawlessly, you’re on the edge of your seat the whole time and instantly on your feet at the end. Cheering and clapping for them.

“What’s gotten in to you?” Carrie asks as you sit back down.

“Nothing just…” you point to your shirt. “It’s my favourite Metallica song.” Carrie smirks but says nothing. The band play a couple more original songs, you clap and cheer along with everyone else.

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“We’d like to slow things down for a moment, to catch our breath before our big finale. This song is dedicated to… y/n.” Eddie says, and the opening chords of the song began, you recognised them instantly. Your breath catches in your throat and tears form behind your eyes. And then Eddie starts singing.

I should’ve known better, than to let you go alone.

It’s times like these, can’t make it on my own. Wasted days, and sleepless nights. I can’t wait to see you again.

I find I spend my time, waiting on your call.

How can I tell you babe, my back’s against the wall.

I need you by my side, to tell me it’s alright. ‘Cause I don’t think I can take any more.

Is this love, that I’m feeling

Is this the love, that I’ve been searching for

Is this love, or am I dreaming

Is this love, ‘cause it’s really got a hold on me.

“Did he mean you?” Carrie asks as there’s the instrumental after the chorus. You turn to face her but you didn’t need to answer, she could see it written all over your face. “So that’s why you didn’t want me to help you get a date…”

“We went to high school together but I haven’t seen him in two years.” Carrie’s eyes widen. “I guess this means that he had a crush on me too.” Eddie locks eyes with you and continues singing.

Can’t stop the feeling, I’ve been this way before.

But with you I’ve found the key, to open any door.

I can feel my love for you, growing stronger day by day.

And I can’t wait to see you again, so I can hold you in my arms.

Is this love, that I’m feeling…

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When the song is finished, you and Eddie stare at each other. The crowd goes wild. He turns to look at Gareth and nods, Gareth counts in for the final song. You don’t stop staring at Eddie and the way his fingers flow up and down the neck of his guitar, the light shining off his rings.

The song comes to an end and the band thanks the crowd. Eddie looks back towards the boys who grin nod at him, he flashes a grin back and jumps off the stage. Making his way through the screaming crowd, ignoring all the girls who are manhandling him until he gets to you.

He reaches you, grabs your hand and pulls you out of your seat. Your face is flushed as you stand, he flashes that stupid fucking grin at you. The one that used to leave you with damp underwear, and pulls you towards the door.

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The air hits you as you get outside, a harsh change compared to the sweat inducing heat inside. Eddie begins to pull you towards his van but you stop him, leaning against the wall outside and reaching inside your jacket for your cigarettes and lighter.

Eddie grabs them from your hand, staring straight into your eyes, breath heaving. He drops them onto the floor and reaches for you, cupping your face and leaning his forehead on yours.

“Five fucking years, not waiting anymore.” Eddie says, brushing his lips against yours. You moan and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. Your lips part, granting him access. He groans into your mouth as your tongue sweeps along his, taking in his taste. He tastes like beer, whisky and cigarettes. A combination you hadn’t even been aware that was your kryptonite. You let out a moan, your hands tangling in his hair.

He pulls away momentarily, catching his breath and looking around, trying to find a private spot. He spots an alleyway about fifteen yards from where you’re standing, grabs your hand, grins and drags you into the alley.

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You’re pushed against the wall and Eddie’s mouth is on yours again, tongues and hands exploring. Your arms are around his neck as he kisses the life out of you. Eddie’s hands grab your thighs and he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist and locking just above the curve of his ass.

His hands wander underneath your skirt, playing with the gusset of your underwear. “Holy shit y/n! You’re fucking soaked!” Eddie moans into your mouth as you continue kissing. The urgency of your kissing making your teeth clash together. Eddie stops kissing you for a moment and fumbles to find his belt and zipper, finding them after a moment and undoing his pants.

A thought crosses your mind and you lean forward like you’re going to kiss him again, but you instead take his bottom lip between your teeth and nip him gently. You feel his cock twitch under your ass and he growls. He pulls your underwear aside, and lines himself up with your heat, coating himself in your slick.

“You okay with this?” Eddie asks breathlessly. You let out a breathy “yes” and he begins to slide inside you. Your eyes roll back, your mouth opens and you let out a moan as he begins to fill your dripping cunt. Your walls pulsating around him, making him grunt as he continues to slide into you.

‘Jesus he must be fucking huge!’ You think to yourself as he’s still not fully inside you. You revel in the stretch as he bottoms out, completely sheathed in you. You feel… complete, like he’s a part of your that’s been missing all your life.

“You’re so warm and wet, and tight… fuck it’s like you were made just for me!” Eddie moans as he begins to move, sliding through your wetness smoothly. Gliding in and out of your heat like a man possessed. Your hands are in his hair again and you pull his face to yours, kissing him like you’re starved for him. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this y/n.” He groans into your mouth. “It always took every fibre of my being to not bend you over the lunch table and take you right there in the cafeteria.” You grin at the thought.

“Shit!” Eddie’s hips falter. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep going.”

You look around the alley and spot a large crate in the corner and point to it. Eddie turns his head and nods, leaving his cock inside you as he grabs your thighs, holding you up and walks over to the crate. He sits on the edge, pulling himself further on while you’re still on him.

Your knees now on the crate and Eddie in an almost laying position, you grin at him. Leaning down for a quick peck on the lips before your hands press down on his chest and you lift yourself ever so slightly. A strangled sound leaves Eddie’s throat and you smile to yourself.

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‘Holy fucking shit! She’s gonna ride me! I never ever thought this would happen our first time.’ Eddie thinks to himself as you lift and lower yourself into him again.

Your wet velvety walls squeezing his rock hard cock, he can’t remember the last time he was this hard. You begin circling your hips and Eddie almost loses his goddamn mind, he’s never known anyone like you. You’re not only caring about your pleasure, but about his too.

Most of the girls that he’d hooked up with backstage have always been his priority, none of them even got him remotely close so he just got them off so they would leave. But you… you were something else!

Variating between circling your hips, rolling them and lifting up and sliding back down on to his cock. He tries to sit up so he can kiss you but you hold him down, winking at him as you move faster.

“Baby… slow down.” Eddie whispers, you stop and look at him. “I want you there with me.” You move your hands off his chest and he sits up, his left hand cupping the back of your head as he covers your mouth with his. His tongue flicking all around as he devours your mouth.

His right hand reaches between you, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, making shocks flow through you. Eddie can feel the little flutters around his cock, he wants you to cum, to make the memory of how you feel as your walls clench and pulsate around him.

He releases your mouth, and groans out, “come for me baby!”

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His words instantly trigger your climax, making you cry out and hold onto Eddie for dear life. You’ve never experienced an orgasm this intense before in your life. It’s the kind that you’ve read about in magazines. The one that makes your eyes roll back, tears flow and your entire body shake all over. You thought those kinds of orgasms were a myth… until now.

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Eddie comes with you, but he’d had never had his cock squeezed this tightly before. It’s like your cunt is trying to strangle him and milk him all at the same time, it makes his climax run longer than he’s used to. You hold each other for a while, coming down from your high and trying to catch your breath.

Is this what people mean when they talk about soul mates? Eddie cynical brain is starting to think that may be a very real thing.

You smile, “that was… something else!” You breathe out.

Eddie looks at you with hooded eyes, “mine now?”

“I’ve always been yours Eddie.” He grins and lifts you off of him, sliding your underwear back into place.

Eddie looks at you and smiles, leaning in to gently brush his lips across yours. He pulls back just enough to touch his forehead to yours. “Marry me?!”

The end

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bittersweetimaginings · 2 months

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Saw that you wrote for Alex DeLarge!! What if he had a girlfriend who was a professionally trained opera singer?

Shiny thing - Alex DeLarge x Opera singer! Reader HC!

⚠️Content warning: Descriptions/mentions of possessive, abusive and overall toxic behavior.

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.

Summary: You become Alex’s newest interest.

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her

Keys: Y/N = Your Name.

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It's no secret that for Alex, classical music holds a special place in his heart.

So it's only natural that you, with your talent as an opera singer, drew his absolute attention.

The moment he heard such a beautiful melody leave your lips... he was ensnared.

How could he not be? He just knew you were right for him. He had to have you.

At first, Alex would go above and beyond with his lovebombing attentions, more so than with any other girl, mostly because he views/considers you to be above them all.

Which, considering this is Alex DeLarge we are talking about, is not necessarily a compliment.

You see, Alex views most women he's interested in as toys he can play around with and discard, maybe even faithful dogs that must do his bidding whenever he requests something from them.

But you... you're on a different level, admittedly mostly for your talents, grace, and knowledge of music.

He views you as a precious object he needs to acquire, maybe a precious nightingale he's on the hunt for, and the only thing he can think about is how nice it would be to have you as his precious pet.

Even if you "play hard to get" or reject his advances, Alex will find any way possible to get close to you and eventually have you.

He finds in you a certain level of understanding he doesn't find with anyone else.

Who else can he talk to in depth about the good ol' Ludwig Van? His parents? They are too busy ignoring their son's antisocial tendencies. Most of the girls that fawn over him mindlessly agree to everything he says. His droogs? Georgie is an asshole far too concerned with himself, Dim a brute, and Pete... well, he can't even remember the last time Pete showed interest in anything really.

So he talks with you instead. Something that he surprisingly seems to enjoy.

He might constantly ask you to sing for him.

He'll never say it to anyone, but he really loves it whenever you sing to him with his head resting on either your lap or your chest and at the same time you run your fingers through his hair.

Like I said, you'll "enjoy" a "higher" treatment than most of the girls he has dated: He'll let you speak more and more freely, will tolerate a certain level of confrontation on your part whenever you are angry at him, hesitates more in involving you in his criminal endeavors, spends more time with you, is noticeably more gentle in his behavior towards you, more protective of you, and will think once or twice before behaving aggressively towards you. Like I said, mostly because he views you as a shiny precious thing.

But because of that very reason, he will behave much more possessively towards you.

His anger bubbles up quicker whenever he might spot you talking to anyone, especially any other guys, his droogs included (the dudes have even been instructed not to talk to you whenever you're with them). I imagine this being because deep down Alex might have a horribly fragile ego; losing you to another man will mean losing control and in turn a blow to his twistedly grandiose self-perception.

Given Alex's reputation and the fact that every guy that tries to approach you ends up mercilessly beaten, it is only a matter of time when everyone close to you finds out about your relationship with him and because of this, you might end up being isolated or shunned from your community.

Which sucks for you, but Alex couldn't be happier to have your complete attention.

But ultimately, this is Alex who we are talking about. No matter how extraordinary of a person you and your talents make you, ultimately for Alex you are still a thing, a shiny one, but a thing nonetheless, and there will come a time when little ol' Alex becomes bored with your tricks and chases after the next shiniest thing, leaving you broken and forgotten.

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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Baby, I’m star-struck by you

Characters/Ships: Rockstar!Beidou x fem!reader & Rockstar!Zhongli x fem!reader

Synopsis: You knew them before the world did, now you get to experience it together. And fuck along the way

Warnings: Contains smut written by a minor, some semi-public sex (Beidou)

Notes: Both these fics have such potential to turn out longer but I’m cutting it off here. This is more of a modern!AU

Beidou and you were good friends during your school years before you drifted apart. It wasn’t until her band gained some popularity that you purchased tickets for a concert in your city hoping to see her again.

You were awe-struck when the both of you locked eyes, and by the look on her face you can tell she was too. So much so that she forgot the words to her own song but found her footing after holding the mic to the audience and urging them to sing with her. Security approached you after the show and guided you backstage where Beidou was waiting. Your reunion felt like fate as you settled in to catch up and it felt like not a day has passed.

Yet now that you’re both more mature, you do feel like there has been something that’s changed. Okay, maybe you have a tiny crush on Beidou all those years ago but that was all in the past. There was never any sign that she’d actually return your affections, at least as far as you knew, so you just let it run its course and hope for the best that nothing of that time resurfaces again.

It would take time for the both of you to get re-acquainted before those feelings arises again. Sure, Beidou’s had her fun, but why is it after meeting you that the thought of sleeping with someone else feels wrong? Maybe it had to do with the fact that you weren’t after her body, money, or status but her as a person. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that being in your arms felt like the home she never had. Either way, Beidou will eventually straight out ask if you want to be in a relationship with her. She wants to shout your name from the rooftops and doesn’t want to waste an opportunity like this over something as simple as fear.

Beidou’s band, The Crux, is known globally for their talented members. Namely their lead singer, Beidou, whose talent lies not just in her voice but in her fingers. She’s well acquainted with her electric bass guitar and often plays it during her shows. It’s no wonder she’s so good with her hands when she spends so much time plucking the stings. She knows how to work each digit to make you reach your high. And she does it with such rough precision it makes you begging for more.

Because of the constant hustle of her life, Beidou is definitely the type to partake in various forms of semi-public sex and has developed a likeness for quickies. The time she has with you during the day is so short, she wants to make the most of the time she has with you. Even if it means fucking you in places that might get you both caught, it all just adds thrill to the fun. She’d do it with you in a dressing room 10 minutes before a show no doubt. She’ll purposefully take her time enjoying you despite the urgent knocks on the door.

“The show can’t go on without me, certainly the audience can wait another minute or two.”

Even if you’ve been urging her to go for the sake of her career the minute you let yourself fall into pleasure she’ll take your advice, leaving you in wait til after the concert.

Being with Beidou means getting along with her band. There’s Juza who plays drums and occasionally steals you away to teach you a thing or two when you expressed interest in percussion. You and Huixing, who’s on keyboard, talk of travel; the places you’ve been and all the places you want to go. Maybe she can pull a few strings to get the latter to happen. Sea Drake, the lead guitarist, tells you all about the embarrassing stories he’s kept record of on all the members. Curiously, the one story he won’t tell is of how he got his nickname.

Everyone is so friendly and they all welcome you with open arms. They see the way their lead lights up when you’re in the room, they’re glad the two of you have found each other. With them, it’s like you’ve found another family.

After a rough day at work and a recent break-up, you wanted nothing more than to drown your sorrows in the nearest bar. You weren’t expecting to see such a beautiful bartender behind the counter at this late hour, much less to be so perceptive of your current state. He served your drink alongside a glass of water, and offered his ear for listening.

He listened to your day, you listened to his. You expressed how you don’t drink often, and he promised that if you were to come by another time he would brew tea or some other non-alcoholic drink instead. This promise led to you coming back every so often, he made good company and the knowledge the both of you shared made your conversations seem they can go on forever. You spoke of your hopes and dreams over those counters.

During the later hours there aren’t as many patrons but the bar still manages to occasionally pay for live performances. One night you both paused your conversation to listen to a man sing covers of mainstream artists and Zhongli said wistfully, “That’s what I want to do”

“What, sing covers at a near-empty bar?”

“Hm, covers no, but something like that.” You never thought you’d see him again after he quit his job without any notice, putting an end to your weekly chats. It made you regret not getting his number earlier and you mourn for the possibilities as your social media search comes to a dead end.

Years later, you nearly forget him until one day your friend scored front row tickets to one of his concerts and you are reminded of all those late nights. When he sees your face in the crowd he needs a moment to compose himself before singing.

His voice is what draws people to him. It’s suave and melodic to the ears whether it’s a fast paced or slower song, not to mention how enticing it is when he’s just simply talking. Paired with the right background productions for his songs, women and men alike swoon for him.

After the concert he’ll seek you out amongst the throng of fans to personally invite you to have a drink with him somewhere more private. Hi visage is apologetic as he recounts the meaning behind his sudden disappearance. But after the air is cleared he tells you how he’s glad to have his old friend back.

You get free tickets to shows that are in the city and unlimited access to time with him before and after. You’re always the first he meets when he goes offstage. He’ll put his hands on your waist and bring you in for a hug, wrapping his toned arms around you. He’s harbored feelings for you since the day you walked into that bar, they were just dulled in the time apart. He’ll wait patiently for you if you end up returning his affections.

He values your privacy immensely and knows the damage fame can do to your reputation. So at first he wants to make things official, yet exclusive. But despite the attempts your relationship was the spark for rumors and went straight to the headlines and there really wasn’t much reason in denying anything anymore.

The both of your are an absolute power couple. Especially at award shows, both being sure to match your outfits accordingly. It was unintentional at first when the both of you met in the limo and discovered you both wore navy blue, but now it just became your thing.

You took notice of how Zhongli adores the fact that your matching attire shows that you’re with him. Crowds like these can bring out the worst people and he wants to show those who try to flirt with you that you’re taken. Who can blame them though when you’re dressed like that. All that time spent modeling dresses and lingerie has to count for something, right? Not that it really matters in the end when it tears the material as he’s trying to free the fabric from your body.

When you are able to make the time, he loves having you by his side during tours. Zhongli is usually a composed man offstage. Most of the time he’s calm and courteous with his words and actions. But the rush of a good performance changes him; he feels like he’s on top of the world and wants to be on top of you. Sex after shows feels like such a privilege because you get to see the reveal of a completely different side of him.

He’s very compassionate with you. You have a small ritual before every performance: you do his signature red eyeliner, and he gives you a kiss on the lips for luck (later a kiss on a different set of lips). As you wave him off stage you realize you can get used to a life like this.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #beidou smut #beidou x reader #beidou x you #beidou #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #zhongli x you #zhongli scenarios #💋

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project-sekai-facts · 11 months

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something that ive found interesting about pjsk is how not all the characters canonically sing. i have a list, which is:

canonically sing:

- ichika

- mmj

- vbs

- nene

maybe sing??

- the rest of wxs

- at least one of the nightcords

don’t sing:

- the rest of l/n

obviously singing is vbs’s whole deal, and with mmj being idols them singing is important. the other three groups are where things get interesting

starting with leo/need, ichika is the vocalist. (note, i have only read up to same dreams, same colors so some of my info might be wrong). none of the others have been mentioned to sing at all, and seeing as how ichika taking lessons from nene and learning to sing is a huge part of her character, it can be inferred that the other girls don’t sing at all. maybe they do backing vocals?? but i feel like they would have mentioned that.

wxs is weird. because obviously nene sings; her whole deal is that she is a very talented singer, she’s called wxs’s “songstress”, etc. but i feel like singing has never been something brought up for the other three? like i cant recall a show that they put on where anyone besides nene sang. i cant remember if their christmas show was a musical (tho i remember nene singing at the end but idk if there were any other songs) or if the potato ghosts show was one, but i distinctly remember their little mermaid show being just a straight up play, and when nene sang to fill up time space tsukasa mentioned that like “huh theres no singing in this show”. but i think tsukasa has also mentioned singing before? i dunno wxs is weird 😭

and then theres nightcord. nightcord is also so weird. because in their group they all have a job, composer lyricist artist editor. and since there are lyrics to the songs - who is singing them?? like at least one of them has to be a singer?? i guess kanade?? since she has a mic in her room, but none of the nightcords have ever talked about being a vocalist. which i find so odd.

sorry for the super long ask but this has been rotating in my brain for soooo long and i think its fascinating how in a game about music some of the characters don’t canonically sing.

No screenshots because I’m typing this in assembly but I think every character in the game does sing just going off the fact that the game considers Virtual Lives to be canon.

However as you said, how much everyone sings varies by character/group. VBS and MMJ all sing as main vocalists. Niigo all sing but iirc it’s never really discussed how they distribute vocals for their original songs; we know their cover songs though so that may be something to go off. This might be discussed in a card story or something, not sure.

In WxS, Nene is the main singer, but it’s mentioned that Tsukasa sings too, probably because he’s often the lead role (I am star! Dance and sing!). Rui and Emu do sing, but I don’t know how much they do outside of Sekai stuff, I reckon they’re mainly ensemble (especially Rui since he usually only plays smaller roles in their shows anyway since he’s the director).

I remember this one School Sekai area conversation with Honami and Shiho where Shiho suggests that Honami try doing a solo vocal & drum part in a song. Ichika is their vocalist though, the other L/n members just do backup.

#asks #mod talks

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If you'd be up for it, could you write a Ryan Ross x reader thats friend's to lovers?? Maybe something where reader is involved in the music business but not famous and they become introduced that way and quickly form a friendship? They/them or she/her if possible. It's rough being a Ryan Ross girlie in 2022 and I'm so excited that people still write for him 😭

Story for a Love Song • R.R

Being a small-time record producer, you're eager to accept any opportunities that present themselves. You just didn't expect that working with Ryan would lead to so many feelings.

Ryan Ross x Female Reader

A/N: okay first off, thank you for the request, i started writing as soon as i read it (also I'm not sure if you wanted the reader to be a singer, so i can do another one if you want). And the struggle is real for Ryan Ross fans in 2022, we're like a dying breed :(

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(1372 Words)

For years, producing had only been something on the side. You’d spend time with small bands and artists, even friends’ bands, and assemble their songs and albums for a few hours in the studio you’d book. Then the rest of your time was spent going to your primary job, the moneymaker for your borderline bankrupt lifestyle.

“You’re going to burn yourself out,” your parents would say each time you would call. “Maybe you should take a break and catch up on some sleep.”

But those sleepless nights eventually paid off. You’d made enough to focus solely on your producing career. And, although small within the industry, you loved every second you had doing your job. Any project you had, you poured your heart into any project you had, undoubtedly passionate about achieving the perfect sound.

Your passion was what drew Ryan to offer his work to you in the first place. He wanted a fresh sound for the new album he was working on, and hearing what you’d done for others had only solidified you as his top choice. And in sending off the simple email asking for your talents, he’d unknowingly changed your life.

For the days you spent working together, you and Ryan developed a close bond. He was different to the others you’d worked with, both as a person and musically. His lyrics were profound, and his music moved you, touching your heart, causing it to thump until you could hear it drumming in your ears. As your time together bled into months of collaboration, you realised it wasn’t just his music that made your stomach twist into knots.

“If you keep looking at me like that, it might inflate my ego too much,” Ryan joked when he’d caught your astonished stare for the dozenth time.

You’d tried desperately to keep your feelings for Ryan under control, but the closeness between the two of you made it hard. The constant proximity he had with you whenever you were together didn’t help. He was almost always touching you in some way, whether it was pressing his shoulder against yours or instigating a game of footsies while you listened to the songs.

You had no idea how you’d be after the two of you were finished collaborating. You already knew the two of you would keep talking; the close bond between you had grown so tight in such a short period of time. Truthfully, your only worry was whether you would ever find the courage to admit your feelings to him.

“If you keep working like this, this album will be finished earlier than it needs to be.” Your head turned away from your station at his comment. It was one of the rare days you looked forward to when you and Ryan were both in the studio. He only further surprised you when you felt his hand settle on your shoulder as his body leaned over yours. “I can tell you’ve been working late on this ‘cause of those circles under your eyes.”

His free hand poked your cheek, and you managed to glance at his face to see him grinning humorously at you before he pulled away. Aware of the fact your heart was beating a million miles an hour just from his simple actions, you leaned back in your chair, head turned around.

“C’mon, there’s a little cafe not far from here I saw last time, and I want to try their raspberry muffin,” Ryan urged, and you could practically hear the eager smile in his words.

You sighed, somewhat dramatically, as you turned your chair to him. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

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You and Ryan sat opposite each other in the small cafe you wish you could say he dragged you to. True to his word, he’d bought the raspberry muffin and a hot chocolate, only a mild wonder to you. You thought it was cute, much to Ryan’s chagrin.

“They even gave you little marshmallows, look,” you grinned, pointing to the two sugary treats on the side of his plate.

You could see the slight colour that rose in his cheeks as he used his spoon to hide the marshmallows from your view. You could only laugh further at his contrite reaction, tipping your head back ever so slightly, your eyes scrunched.

Your laughter only stopped when you felt something hit your nose. Startled, you silenced and opened your eyes to see Ryan stifling his laughter as he watched you. You looked down, finding one of his marshmallows sitting on top of your food. Diverting your attention back to Ryan, you noticed he’d shifted so his head was resting in his palm, and there was a wide smile on his face as he watched you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You murmured, having to avert your gaze as the heat rose in your own cheeks.

“You’ve got marshmallow dust on your nose,” he replied simply. He picked up a napkin and, just as you were about to reach out and take it from him, leaned over and wiped the residue from your face. “There." His voice sounded far away, quieter, and he halted any further actions as he peered at your face.

“I think it’s my turn to ask why you’re looking at me like that.”

“What?” You managed to strangle out, surprised by Ryan’s inquiry.

The singer sat back in his chair, placing the napkin down, a cheeky smile on his lips. “Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

You almost choked on the sharp breath of air you took. Incoherent noises escaped your mouth as you struggled to think of something to say in response. “I—what?”

Ryan let out another short laugh. “I guess it’s lucky I think of you as more than a friend.”

You blinked, dazed by the seeming confession. “More? Are you…?”

“I thought the x’s I attached to my good night and good morning texts were enough of a giveaway,” Ryan seemed to be more bemused than anything by your confusion about his declaration. He picked up his phone, tapped away for several moments, and then showed the screen to you.

“What’s this?” You frowned, accepting the phone from him.

“I realised while we were working together that I liked you, but I,” he let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “I didn't know how to tell you, so… I wrote it down.”

You glanced from Ryan to the phone in your grasp, only to realise the note he had pulled up for you contained several paragraphs beginning with, primarily, the same line.

I think I like her because of how she smiles.

I think I like her because of how my name sounds coming from her.

I think I like her because of how she looks at me.

Which slowly evolved into different phrases the more you read.

I think I love her and her laugh.

I think I love her because of how much her messages make me smile.

I think I love her.

You swallowed, pulling the phone back. But before you could focus back on Ryan, a text came through, one with your name followed by a heart, as the sender.

hi.

i love you. x

You managed to gather the courage to look up, finding Ryan with your phone in his grasp, a smile on his face.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Your mouth curled in a broad grin, and, had you not been seated in a cafe with barely touched, you would have launched across and kissed him then and there. Instead, you tapped on the message with your name and typed a text on Ryan’s phone to send to yours.

hi.

did you want to go out on a date with me?

Ryan read the message as soon as it pinged on your phone, then let out a pleased hum.

“Only if we do it tonight,” he replied. You nodded, finally setting the phone back over on Ryan’s side. “Then I’d love to.”

“Brilliant,” you sighed, feeling as though a weight had been relieved from your chest.

The two of you were about to, finally, begin eating again, but you paused.

“Ryan?”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

#ryan ross #ryan ross x reader #the young veins #panic at the ryan #panic at the disco #disenchanting writing #disenchanting requests #ryan ross imagine #ryan ross one shot #x reader #female reader #tooth rotting fluff

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clovermine13 · 11 months

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It's been awhile since an IF has managed to completely take over my brain in awhile so I decided to get a drawing of my @infamous-if MC Delilah Rose, commissioned from @inorheona, who always does a fantastic job.

OC Fun Facts below

Pansexual

100% has a praise kink, she wants to explore that more but the kind of sex she has doesn't usually leave much room for conversing.

Has been wildin' in the club since she broke up with Seven, like a lot, probably to much, maybe needs therapy. Definitely needs therapy

has a very particular Pen Preference and while she will use whatever is available, she might complain. Also, prefers to write in one of her many notebooks over her notes app.

She does drink, she does do drugs (Coke or Oxy depending on her mood) but tries to stay sober and makes sure her friends get home. Also, she sleeps around and would rather do that as sober as possible.

Has definitely written lyrics on the back of a one night stand. In sharpie, she was very sorry. She always dedicates that song to that poor women.

Would kill to play a rain show. She has a thing with rain storms.

Loves to read romance novels. especially fantasy ones, ESPECIALLY spicy ones. Its trash but she loves it.

Is she still actively in love with her ex, probably, is she planning on avoiding that with every fiber of her being, absolutely.

I like to think she is part of a VERY casual FWB situation with the lead singer of another band where they meet up when they are in the same place and send each other memes. For two rockstars, its pretty wholesome.

Would absolutely love to be in a committed relationship, monogamous or otherwise but is too afraid to even try.

Wants a big family, is looking forward to being an aunt, is convinced she is going to be a horrible mother, which isn't true but she doesn't think highly of herself, also she doesn't know how to balance her music and the relationships she has that aren't directly tied to her music and having a baby scares her. (She is very careful)

Is okay with the idea of being married but doesn't think it's necessary, catch her with her lover initial around her neck, or initials tattooed on her wrist.

Is super committed and very touchy in a relationship, really enjoys PDA but wants to keep as much of her relationship private as she can, just for them.

Will eventually write love songs but hasn't written one in a long time.

Is completely unaware of how she affects people, not is a mean way, she just doesn't think she is that important outside of her music. She is sweet, just sad and a bit oblivious. She is a sweetheart she just doesn't believe you really like her.

Says she is indifferent about her parents, that's kind of true, she still wishes they liked her (Head canon wise, I think her Dad does and wants to reconnect but at this point he doesn't know how and her Mom resents Delilah, she never wanted kids and D is aware of this. )

She is Chinese on her Dads side and Portuguese on her Moms. She is First Gen American and doesn't really know he extended family.

I think friends would call her D if nicknames ever become a thing.

Would love to have pets, maybe a bird or some bunnies. But she is literally never home.

Love language is a tie between Physical Touch/ Words of Affirmation

Loves pet names.

A pacifist unless she needs to fight then she can.

I like to think she has a lot of half baked talents like her parents put her in a ton of activities to keep her busy and supervised when she was young so she can sew, tie fancy knots, put up a tent, build a fire, has basic tap/ballet, karate and can raise goats and ride a horse.

Is an absolutely mid cook. She tries but generally hates cooking.

Has everyone's things in her apartment. Like she has a spare room and in that spare room is two dressers and a closet full of the bands stuff and they can sleep there whenever.

Has a top secret email that Fans can use to get in touch with her and there is a higher chance of getting a reply. Sometimes people use it as free therapy (She is not someone who should be giving advice) or different artistic pursuits, fanart, short stories. I think she has written songs based on short stories sent to her email, she gives them credit and dedicates those songs to the author. Has she received fanfic to this email.... Yes.

Is artistic and tends to work on other projects while idle. Right now she is crocheting a baby blanket.

Has so many belts.

Favourite Colour- Green

Favourite Show- Black Mirror

Favourite Movie- The Princess Bride.

I only create one MC per game. I am not a multiple MC girlie. So she will romance everyone but as an angsty, second chance romance girl, Seven is probably gonna be her main. (Although G is a close second.)

#infamous oc #infamous if #Spotify

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