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Mystery Musician (Steve Harrington)

Steve Harrington x Reader

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Hey! Hope ur doing Good! Could you possibly do one where the reader is a musician and steve falls for her so he tries singing and it’s just a lot of fluff?


THIS IS SO CUTE. For a musician I used guitar and piano because I wanted to give duet-ability and those are things I have experience with so I can try and make it as accurate as possible. If this isn’t what you had in mind I’m super sorry. I did this one a little different than I would have just because both sides are important, so you see your POV and then Steve’s. So there’s a bit of POV jumping. I hope you like it.


You sat in the empty music room practicing after school that Thursday, agonizing over a new piece. Your band usually played “You Really Got Me” and wanted to do the whole lead in song “Eruption”. Sure, no problem you thought, until you tried to learn it. Each piece individually was hard, and all together it seemed impossible, but you still had to learn it. You had the metronome going as you zipped through the first 40 ish seconds of the 1 minute 40 song. You were so happy you could scream. You had made a ton of progress today.

Since the intense guitaring had really stressed you out you decided to unwind before you headed back home, by playing some piano. One of your favorite songs to play is “The Greatest Love of All” because Whitney Huston was one of the greatest vocalists of all time. As you played along you couldn’t help but sing a little. Of course, you thought that you couldn’t do it justice, but it was one of your favorites.

After finishing up the song, you stood, gathered up your sheet music and tabs, packed up your guitar, and walked out. On your way out you saw Steve Harrington staring at a wall of lockers, but he’s been super weird since last October so, you didn’t even take a second look.

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Fluff Month LS Day 17

Here is Day 17! It’s a Reverse Crush AU with some Adrinette :)

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Adrien glanced around the corner of the locker room, feeling his heart skip a beat when he laid eyes on Marinette chatting casually with Rose. She was so nice and friendly with everyone, and he wished more than anything that she’d be that friendly with him. Imagining being alone with her made his palms sweaty, but he longed for each chance to hear her speak even two words to him. He could spend his whole life getting lost in those brilliant blue eyes, and he adored the way they lit up when she took charge of a situation. She wasn’t their class president for nothing.

“Dude, just talk to her. Marinette is really nice,” Nino advised in his ear, causing him to jump. Adrien shushed him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back out into the courtyard.

“I’m working on it, okay? I just don’t know what to say when I get up to her. I get nervous,” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Seriously? Mr. Hot Teen Model of the Year gets nervous around pretty girls?” Nino cocked a skeptical brow.

“Around this particular beautiful, smart, creative, talented-ow!” Nino punched his arm before he could get too lost. “Yes. Even I get nervous. I’ve never exactly done this stuff before, ya know.”

“Just be yourself, bro. I bet she’ll be into you.”

“You think?” Adrien’s eyebrows raised hopefully.

“I’m your best bud, Adrien. If anyone knows how awesome you are, it’s me,” Nino said pointedly, gesturing to his chest with his thumb.

“Okay. I’m going in. Wish me luck,” He gulped, squaring his shoulders in a show of mock-confidence as he strutted back into the locker room.

Marinette hummed cheerfully to herself as she loaded her books into her backpack. A backpack she had made herself, he might add. She was so talented.

“Hey, Marinette,” He started, clasping his hands behind his back politely.

She turned to face him, a dazzling smile warming her features. “Hey, Adrien! What’s up?”

“I, uh, well, I was wondering if you…got the new Ultimate Mecha Strike yet?” Her blue eyes trained on him so casually made his palms sweat, and he lost a bit of his nerve.

“Oh, yeah! My dad and I have been playing all week. It’s a lot of fun,” She said, and Adrien tucked his hands in his pockets to hide how they shook.

“Maybe we could play together sometime?” He offered with a surprisingly smooth voice.

“Sure! When are you free? I know you’re usually pretty busy.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I have fencing practice after school today, but I could come over when it’s done,” He said, shifting his weight to his heels.

“Sounds good,” She replied, shutting her locker and slinging her bag over her shoulders. “See you then.”

Adrien watched her go with a dreamy smile, still entranced by the friendliness of her tone. He was going to hang out at her house after school. Suddenly, his face paled, and he realized just what he’d agreed to causing his heart to erupt in his chest. This afternoon he’d be alone with Marinette; alone in her room sitting only inches apart…

What if their hands brushed again when they went to pick up their controllers? What if she noticed how sweaty his hands were? What if he stared too long? Or blurted out how amazing he thought she was?

Adrien shook himself and took a deep breath. Everything would be fine. Nino was right about Marinette being super nice, and on the other hand, she had seemed eager to hang out with him too. He supposed that he was just going to have to do his best to impress her if he ever hoped to be more than just a friend.

imagine:

- Dark laughing. A soft, deep rumble of a laugh, only coaxed out by a sly remark about his poker skills or a joke from Wilfred. Sometimes he’ll laugh a little when met with a small animal of some kind that finds its way into a snuggle against his chest.

- Dark, sitting alone in his mansion with a glass of brandy, his eyes drifting to the piano across the room. What a beautiful instrument. Even then he could think of a thousand tragic melodies to play.

- Dark hesitating as he reaches for his cane. Turning it over in his hands, his thumb gently running over the gold embellishment. It was almost like he was there again, his head still pounding and every muscle aching as he woke up. Knowing that his body has been given new life.

- Dark noticing a sadness in Wilfred’s eye or a tremor in his voice, no matter how slight. Then quickly changing the subject of the conversation or offering to play poker with him. Poor Will. If only someone could put him back together, like they did with him.

- Dark, alone in his mansion, smashing everything in sight, a hoarse roar of anger tearing from his throat and ripping through every inch of the still silent air. The knife of betrayal stabbing into him again and again, until there was nothing left to break and he collapses finally on the floor. Tears pour from his eyes as he trembles, and if you listened closely you could hear him pleading to someone, begging to know why he was left behind.

Osomatsu San: Instruments

Osomatsu
He kinda sits back and watches for awhile, not wanting to interrupt them while they were busy.  After awhile he’d get bored though and come in to bug them, complimenting them on their skill and teasing them. 

Karamatsu
He’d immediately offer to grab his guitar so they could play together and would be back with said instrument in a flash, ready to make music with his beloved s/o!  

Choromatsu
He sits back and watches for a long time until they finished the song they were working on, he’d kinda clap a bit and ask them to show him a few things about the instrument they were playing. 

Ichimatsu
He stays silent and watches until they’re done practicing, and helps them put everything away.  He’s impressed with their talent and would ask about the instrument and how they got into it. 

Jyushimatsu
He immediately bolts in the room and starts dancing to whatever they were playing, saying how good of a musician they were and if it was a percussion instrument, he’d surprise them because he knows how to play those shockingly well! 

Todomatsu
He’ll wait until his s/o is done with the song they were practicing before sweetly telling them how good he thought they were.  He might ask what songs they know and if they can teach him anything. 

imagine:

- Dark laughing. A soft, deep rumble of a laugh, only coaxed out by a sly remark about his poker skills or a joke from Wilfred. Sometimes he’ll laugh a little when met with a small animal of some kind that finds its way into a snuggle against his chest.
- Dark, sitting alone in his mansion with a glass of brandy, his eyes drifting to the piano across the room. What a beautiful instrument. Even then he could think of a thousand tragic melodies to play.
- Dark hesitating as he reaches for his cane. Turning it over in his hands, his thumb gently running over the gold embellishment. It was almost like he was there again, his head still pounding and every muscle aching as he woke up. Knowing that his body has been given new life.
- Dark noticing a sadness in Wilfred’s eye or a tremor in his voice, no matter how slight. Then quickly changing the subject of the conversation or offering to play poker with him. Poor Will. If only someone could put him back together, like they did with him.
- Dark, alone in his mansion, smashing everything in sight, a hoarse roar of anger tearing from his threat and ripping through every inch of the still silent air. The knife of betrayal stabbing into him again and again, until there was nothing left to break and he collapses finally on the floor. Tears pour from his eyes as he trembles, and if you listened closely you could hear him pleading to someone, begging to know why he was left behind.

(Original post by @emiliedoesartthings)

——————– Oh he c k these are great dude ;0; Thanks for the submission!

anonymous asked:

Okay okay so who (besides Sam, bc he's the obvious choice) would be most likely to sit down and watch musicals with you for hours?

tom i feel!! he loves musicals and honestly sam probably got it form him, hearing and watching tom do musicals like billy elliot and tom probably researched a lot by watching a bunch of musicals and he actually took a liking to them and he’d also learn the lyrics to all your favorite musicals so when you weren’t watching them, he could play them during car rides and yo two would scream the lyrics out. listen i just want to scream the lyrics to grease or hairspray or deh with tom ok

sappy/sinful sunday!

theelvenscholar  asked:

"I dare you to kiss... me, please. If it is permissible. If my participation was sinful then please forgive me I will repent oh my why did I try doing this never mind I'll come back later."

Ossë fluttered his fins and grinned a long, slow smile. His teeth were sharp and bright as he stepped closer, towering over the Elf. “It is permissible,” he drawled, looking down his nose. “Though most are not brave enough to dare me, face to face. I am impressed.”

He crouched so he could be closer to eye level with the Elf and slid a finger beneath his chin. This Elf had recently had quite the conversation with Mairon about him. About his mouth, and other… features. Very well. If they wanted to play crudely, he could play as well.

It was a soft press of lips initially, cool and damp with seasalt, but Ossë lingered longer than he had for other dares. Long enough for his lips to part and his tongue to swipe across Erestor’s lips, pushing into his mouth, longer and thicker than any Elf’s tongue would ever be as it coiled around Erestor’s and gave a pointed squeeze. 

 Comptine d’un autre été (x)
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Nico was in border patrol, but it was just so he could  be surprised.

Can you believe this could be the first time Nico can celebrate his birthday with people that like him since his mother died? :))

ok but consider: cheerleader Neil Josten

HEAR ME OUT I’M GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS I SWEAR

- so we all know neil’s mom said he couldn’t play exy

- you know what the next best thing to playing exy is

- obsessively watching exy and cheering for it

- his mom didn’t really mind (well, he did at first, but neil somehow convinced her it wasn’t terrible) as long as he didn’t get attached to a squad and shit

- boy picked up so much skill from local cheer gyms everywhere

- he trained sO HARD (like half because if he was better they put him closer to the game so he had a better view)

- his tumbling passes were legendary. with his speed he could do the craziest shit like so many back handsprings. a back tuck. crazy twists and everything.

- even though he’s a guy he’s still soooo short

- at one point his coach decided to make him a f l y e r - like this little 5"3 muscular ass boy getting tossed like 20 feet in the air by these peppy girls in short skirts - just imagine

- he kept going until sometime before his mom died, when he realized he might have put a bit too much effort into the sport. people don’t see boy flyers and pass it off, and one of his teams almost made it big. almost- neil’s mom made him mess up their last routine and they left shortly after crippling the squad’s chances at nationals

- neil never really cheered again after his mom died, but he sometimes watched the vixens’ routines, mentally noting their strengths and weaknesses and what they could do with them, but he never said anything because he only knew katelyn and… it’s katelyn

- no one knows about his cheer days. not even andrew. uNTIL

- one day neil is out running and hey look up ahead near the exy stadium it’s the vixens holding practice

- he’s totally just gonna go right by them because exy but then he hears some shouting

- as he gets closer he sees some guys trying to talk to the vixens. from the look of their body language and the girls’ tense stances, it’s not going well

- neil gets closer and hears some very rude and derogatory things being said

- he promptly tells them to fuck off, may have added a threat or two. the guys bail.

- the vixens tell him they had it covered but thanks anyway, and one is like “hey, you wanna have a real practice today?” like totally joking

- neil’s brain is like fuck it

-  “yeah sure can you guys fly me in a basket double twist”

- who are you and what have you done with our starting striker

- neil just basically joins their practice

- katelyn’s reaction was priceless

- not as priceless as andrew’s expression when he sees his boyfriend being thrown into the air by a bunch of cheerleaders on the way to practice

Yuuri’s wings were bare. His old feathers had molted nearly entirely, steadily replaced by the new gleam of midnight blue. Still fresh and not yet fully formed. It left him looking oddly messy, patches of blue amongst greying black, with sharp contrasts between the spots.

Yuuri had traced a few more days onto Victor’s palm that morning, before disappearing back inside his mass of blankets. Peppered down feathers billowed out after him, driven by the force of another sneeze.

Victor had never expected something as cute as a molting siren. Yuuri had spent a week practically nesting in their bed, devouring any food that Victor brought him, affectionate beyond a fault whenever Victor groomed his wings. In the evenings, he seemed to turn from a bird to an octopus, suctioning himself to Victor’s side with all their limbs entangled.

The crew, concerned for Yuuri’s weakened state and sudden disappearance, had left offerings of hand-carved toy boats outside the cabin. Yuuri chirped happily at each, causing a mess when he proceeded to drown one in a glass of Victor’s rum.

Victor stayed with him as much as he could, for Yuuri whined in complaint whenever he left, writing pleas for Victor to return quickly into the sheets and across his skin. He laid beside Yuuri so that the siren could still play with his hair, braiding a few of his molted feathers into the silver.

“Captain!“ The call was preceded by a hasty knock. Without awaiting a response, Mila came in through the door, concern writ across her face. “Come, quick. I don’t know how we didn’t see them coming but— no, Yuuri, not you. Stay here.”

Victor rose from the bed, leaving Yuuri with a squeeze of the hand to follow his quartermaster to the deck. He had no chance to question her worry, he saw it clear when he stepped out. Beside their ship was another. Flying the colors of the Royal Navy. And Victor recognized the gruff elder man standing at command aboard it.

“Surrender the siren, Vitya! We know you have it on board. Give it up and I let your crew be. This time around.”

Victor’s eyes darted to Mila beside him, seeing her hands hovering over each hip. One over her pistol, the second over her sword. He echoed the movements. “Not without a fight, Gramps!”

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Legends of Tomorrow | 3.04

Step two: trust falls.