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[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Groupie, Euronymous.

Desc: Latina/bassist reader x Euronymous leaving a bad first impression after mistaking reader for a groupie. Lowkey enemies to lovers type shit.

Warnings: Afab! Reader, smoking, suggestive language.

6:47 PM

It was a good day today for you. You had gotten to Norway the day prior with your band who was on tour for the past 2 months, it had been great. All of the different black metal scenes loved you guys, now it was time to check out Norway where you had heard had some of the best bands.

Behind the venue you were having a smoke trying to calm your nerves about playing todays show, this is how it went before every one you played. You had a smoke doubting yourself then you found yourself playing way better than you expected…but tonight was a bit different. You had heard about one of the bands playing in tonight’s line up Mayhem, off of what you had heard they were really good. The only thing that made them stand out to you was talk about their guitarist who sounded like a complete ass who was full of himself. So naturally you wanted to see what this guy thought he had.

“Oye estamos en el escenario en 30 minutos!” Your bandmate shouts from the back door and in return he gets a thumbs up from you. Your band consisted of all men and one women, you. So it wasn’t rare that people commonly mistook you for a groupie and today was one of those nights”

“Hey groupies in the front. Shows about to start.” A voice yet again shouted, but you didn’t pay no mind not even turning your head to see where that came from. “Didn’t you hear me I said-“ “groupies in the front. I heard you.” After interrupting the man you heard footsteps coming towards you, slow footsteps. “Looks like we got one with a smart mouth here don’t we” Long black hair, pale skin, deep blue eyes, you wouldn’t be lying if you said he was attractive even tho he did look like every other metalhead out there. “Who said I was a groupie?” “Says the one waiting outside a venue looking like this.” That made you think looking like what? You wouldn’t say you looked like a groupie that flocked their hair and body wearing little to no clothes, instead black shorts, tank top, battle jacket, fishnets, and boots decorated your body��hm nothing really groupie about you but this guy seemed to love the idea that you were a groupie waiting outside to see if she could get some attention from a band member or two. “Soo your gonna wait out here all night for some dick or are you gonna get your ass inside and enjoy some music.” Taking the last drag from your cigarette you rake your hands through the waves of your hair before crushing the cig under one of your boots, feeling aggravated with the way he spoke so down to you. Who was this guy? And why is he such an ass. “I think I’m good here waiting all night for some mediocre dick” Sarcasm coated your words and before you knew it he was gone after he let out a scoff and little “suit yourself”

You had let yourself gain composure for a couple of minutes before you finally walked in the venue to get set up for tonight.

“Estamos listos?” Your drummer shouted to the rest of you earning a collective yes and after you heard the 3 clicks coming from his drum sticks cueing you and the rest to start playing, you started playing. Your bass was loud and deep, something that made your bands noise stand out from the rest but you yourself were standing out to someone in the crowd. The sound enticed him but the fact that the so called groupie from outside was now on stage enticed him even more. Staring you down observing everything you did. The way your fingers jumped from fret to fret, how you held your bass, how your face contorted when you started playing a specific riff, or how your lips would pucker out when you got really into the rhythm. He was slightly impress but more curious about who you were.

Euronymous never had much attention for girls except maybe for his fair share of groupies that pestered him at every show he played, but yet here he was eyeing the bassist down who he had assume was a groupie. He had to have a word with you after your set. Not to apologize, euronymous never was the apologetic type but instead he wanted attention.

This was never his ideal situation waiting in the hallway backstage waiting for a girl. He was never the chaser but yet here he was waiting for you and oh boy did he get excited inside like a dog when he saw you walking a few steps behind your band, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat watching you take your battle jacket off. “So, not a groupie huh?” His voice stopped you in your tracks “Who said I was a groupie?” You quote again remembering the conversation from earlier. “Don’t blame the guy who has thousands of them waiting in line for him” he puts his hands up while giving you a smirk. Gross. You think to yourself before scoffing and turning your feet to walk away but before you could he stops you. “Hey- wait. Okay not a good first impression. I’m uh.. I’m Euronymous” He finally introduces himself, hand out waiting for you to shake his hand. Euronymous huh? So this is guy you’ve heard about. Checks out. You look down at his hand before shaking it “Y/N.” You state your name making it clear you wanted to keep the interaction brief. Euronymous let’s out a chuckle getting the message “Not much of a talker now huh?” “I don’t like to talk to people who talk down on women.” You really didn’t. Even if he was attractive and made you a bit nervous that still didn’t excuse the way he talked to you earlier. “Well I’m sorry. There you got an apology now can you give me a chance and talk to me?” This was amusing. Seeing the guy who was full of himself begging for you to stay so you stayed.

“I um- okay look I’m not the type of guy to do this but here” and there it was a piece of paper folded up between his fingers. “What’s this?” “My number. Look call me when your back and we can get your band booked again with us and- you can tell I’m lying straight out of my ass can’t you?” The look on your face made him realize you weren’t buying any of it, after sighing he gives up with this front. “You just seem like a nice girl- and um maybe I would like to know you a bit better” he lets out quick out of embarrassment, Euronymous was never the type to get this embarrassed when picking up women but you were just different maybe it was the bass that made you 10x more attractive or your music taste but he just needed you.

“Hm look at who’s the groupie now” is the last thing Euronymous hears before the paper is snatched from his hands and your walking down the hallway. “So am I getting that call?” He shouts watching you walk away before you give him a thumbs up in the air and disappearing. God did I just become this girls groupie?

Note: Wrote this really fast at like 4 am on little to no sleep lol.

[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Silk Ribbons, Euronymous│2

Desc: Euronymous x Latina reader, continuation of Silk Ribbons.

Warnings: none

3:15 PM l AUGUST 25th

Euronymous was nervous. He's never nervous and his friends knew this, so seeing him pace behind the counter while biting his finger nails was...odd. 3 pm you were supposed to meet Euronymous at his store for a date, but 15 minutes have passed and still a no show worrying him that you stood him up. "Hey come on man she's probably just late" and Faust was right. The door of the record store swings open with Fabio and you're right behind him rushing him in, out of breath. "So so so sorry Fabio here lost his shoes and we couldn't find them but they were under his bed the entire time" Your rambling on while walking towards the counter but it was like Euronymous couldn't hear the words coming out of your mouth, too emerged seeing your hair down without the ribbons. Instead a ribbon was laced around your neck and tied in a bow.

"Compórtate bien, okay?" You tell Fabio he was nervous hanging out with Euronymous's group and you were too. It took hours of convincing you to let the guys babysit Fabio at the record store while you and Euronymous were out, but in the end you agreed. Fabio assures you with a nod and a pinky promise he would be on good behavior when you were gone. Now looking up from Fabio to Euronymous, he looks like he's in a trance still not over how lovely you looked with your hair down.

"Le haces daño y te mato" You say to Faust leaving him dumbfounded, and before he could even ask you were already leaving the store with Euronymous. "Uuh" Faust let's out before awkwardly looking at Fabio not knowing how to talk to the kid.

"So new hairdo?" Euronymous asks, bringing up the sudden change with your hair while walking you to his car. "Thought I should change it up for today. Why? You don't like it?" "No- no no, I-I like it. It's, different." At this point Euronymous is cursing at himself seeing how awkward he's being already, but hearing you giggle next to him relieved a part of him. "M'lady" He says before opening the passenger door open for you, even if he was awkward he was still very sweet towards you. "Thank you kind sir" you go along with him making him smile. Now in the driver seat of his car he's fumbling with his keys trying to find the right one, obviously he's nervous. Euronymous has never taken a girl out on a date, let alone got to muster up the courage to ask one out..until you came.

3:37 PM

Euronymous chose the movie theater for your guy's date...cause that's what all the guys in the movies he has watched have done. Any movies besides horror didn't interest him but he wanted you to have fun so he proposed you guy's watch a rom-com, but when you saw Child's Play 2 was in the theater you lit up. Asking Euronymous if you guys could watch it instead like a kid made him chuckle. "You sure you could handle it?" "Pfft you think I'm scared of a 3 foot doll I could just kick away?" God he's in love.

Meanwhile in Helvete...

Fabio was sitting under Euronymous's loft while also watching movies of his own, the TV filling the awkward silence between him and the guys. The front door opens disrupting the guy's focus on whatever they were doing, and in comes walking Varg. "Hey where's Euronymous?" He asked confused seeing his presence missing, Faust doesn't answer instead he nods towards Fabio and Varg understood perfectly. Watching Fabio and the TV he was watching, cartoons playing lowly. "Hey kid" Varg called out catching Fabios attention "Turn it up." was the only thing Varg said before putting his attention back to the cartoon.

5:01 PM

Walking out of the movie theater your giggling with Euronymous joking about the movie, you guys seemed to share a love for horror. "Now what would YOU do if your foster parents brought you the doll that killed your parents?" you asked curiously for his answer "Are you kidding me? I would burn it the second I see that thing." "You can't burn something that looks like it's already been through seven house fires and a good beating, god that thing is ugly" You reply to his answer, and immediately you guys are laughing again. You aren't paying attention but Euronymous laughs die down seeing your smile full on display, making that feeling in his gut he's felt before around you almost explode. Euronymous stops in his steps now a serious expression displayed on his face, and you take notice stopping your tracks now standing face to face with him.

"You know you look pretty with all these silk ribbons" He says after a minute of staring. You can't say anything but smile at the sudden compliment, looking down at your shoes shyly before looking up at him and kissing his cheek quickly. Taking him by surprise but he watches you turn around and walk towards the car, touching the spot you kissed before smiling and following you.

Euronymous didn't understand the feeling in his gut, all he knew was it made him feel good and he felt good when he was around you. Even if he met you only a couple of days ago he felt like he didn't need any of that first introduction bull crap with you, he feels like he actually knows you, and that felt good. To know someone so kind and genuine for such a little time but loving them as if you have forever.

5:23 PM

Entering through the record store's door with Euronymous's leather jacket around your shoulder like a romance movie cliche, probably because Euronymous was following a movie cliche. Staying up the night before watching a romance movie to get an idea of how to act, he's never been on a date so getting pointers from a cringe romance was his idea. He didn't wanna be like those guys in the movie though, and he definitely didn't want you to think he was some flirt. He wanted you to see him as him. His awkward self who doesn't know how to start conversations or even hold one for that long, even if he could do both of those things with you he just wanted you to like him for him.

The record store was filled with loud ominous music coming from the TV, a horror movie was playing and all the guys plus Fabio were sat around the TV emerged in the movie. Euronymous puts his finger up to his lips signaling to stay quiet before slowly and quietly making his way to the counter. The movie was playing a tense build up scene and Euronymous knew when the scare was bound to happen, so he stealthily got up on the counter waiting for the right moment. You didn't try to stop him wanting to see everyone's reaction. So once the scare did its thing Euronymous jumped off the counter yelling, prompting the guys to scream on the top of their lungs and Faust falling off of his seat. "YOU DICK." Varg yelled coming down from the adrenaline "Hey I saw the opportunity and took it." Euronymous says chuckling. "Fabio es hora de ir" You say to a disappointed Fabio "Pero quería terminar la película'' he groaned not wanting to leave. "Puedes terminarlo la próxima vez" You reply trying to convince him, "Puedo venir mañana?" he asks hoping for a yes. "He's asking if he can come by tomorrow to finish the movie" You turn to Euronymous "Yes of course he can- well as long as he brings his sister along"

"Well then I guess I'll see you tomorrow, fabio vamonos" Your out the door and Euronymous just watches you leave before feeling a pair of hands on his shoulders making him jump. "Soo? Did you guys make it to third base?" Faust asks waving his brows "It's none of your business" Euronymous replies annoyed before walking away. "He definitively got to third base look at him" The guys are howling now.

I need to clean the place up for tomorrow. Euronymous thinks wanting tomorrow to go well and a small clean up from the guy's mess is the first step.

note: kinda not that proud of this one but this is as best as it gets 😭

[livingdeadgirlstuff]

Silk Ribbons, Euronymous

Desc: Euronymous x Latina reader meets in his record store before running into each other again.

Warnings: Afab! reader. Alcohol consumption.

12:42 PM l AUGUST 21st

You didn't know you were gonna end up outside of "Helvete", a dark record store containing only pure metal. You weren't particularly excited at first but seeing how excited your little brother Fabio was definitely brightened the moment. Walking in the both of you caught the group of men's attention, and sure enough all eyes were on you. Your low rise boot-cut jeans, short tank top ending right below your belly button showing the perfect amount of skin and your hair. Your hair was in two braids, braided in was silk ribbon.

"Hey Lil Bo Peep I think you got the wrong place!" One of the men mocked before snickering with the group. "Ignórelos" you quickly told Fabio before placing a hand on his back, walking with him throughout the store. Soon enough Fabio gasped quickly grabbing a vinyl "Mira tienen Metallica!" He shouted jumping up and down in excitement, you couldn't even reply you just smiled seeing him this happy. "Dámelo. Te lo voy a comprar" Hearing these words come out of your mouth made Fabio ecstatic, hugging you with all his might you thought he was about to kill you. After finally peeling him off of you you grab the vinyl and walk towards the counter, making eye contact with the man behind it. He was intimidating and the smirk falling on his lips didn't help the intimidation. "Will this be all for today?" before being able to answer a man next to him speaks up. "Psh Metallica? Shits for posers. Why don't you listen to the real dark and heavy stuff Lil Bo Peep?" The nickname falling out of his mouth again and his opinions about your brothers vinyl made your blood boil.

"My apologies for my associate Varg, he has his..heavy opinions. Soo is this it for today?" The man behind the counter who you assume runs the place speaks up with a smile, hmm cute you thought. It's like a rare sight seeing this dark and scary Satan worshiping looking guy smile so sweetly at you...unlike Varg who is throwing daggers at you and your brother. "Yes it'll be just the one METALLICA vinyl" you emphasize Metallica looking straight at Varg giving him an innocent smile after.

After chuckling to himself the man in front of you hands you the vinyl, not ringing you up. "What-" "On the house. Gift for the little man back there." He leans to the side sending a smile to your brother who's hiding behind you. "Wh- Really?" The smile on your face makes him feel something in his gut, a good feeling. Fabio lights up after you explain the situation to him, smiling so hard that you bet it hurt. "Dile gracias." you tell him making sure he thanks the man. "thank you" Fabio says shyly peeking his head out behind you.

"No problem kid, you're being raised right. Around good music." You and Fabio smile at him before leaving the record store all giggles and smiles.

"What so now you're just giving stuff away?" Faust questions "Don't question my business morals now" Euronymous says before rolling up the magazine on the counter and smacking it lightly against Faust's head and walking away.

9:03 PM l AUGUST 23rd

Euronymous found himself walking into a bar after a hellish day at the store...and with Varg. He needed something to take his mind off of everything, and getting wasted was the perfect thing to do so. Except something catches his eye. Silk Ribbons. He recognized the ribbons and braids I mean no one else wore their hair like this.

You're sitting at the bar drinking the time away expecting a date but it's been almost an hour and a no show. You planned to finish your last drink and go home not wanting to waste any more of your time until you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Ribbons?" You turn around and there he is. The pale long haired man from the record store. "Ribbons?" You questioned the nickname "Yeah cause of um-" He awkwardly points towards your hair "I uh never got your name." "Y/N." "Y/N. Hey how's the little guy and the vinyl? He like it? He questions before pulling the chair out next to you and taking a seat. "Like it? God he LOVES that thing. Won't stop playing it on repeat." You chuckle to yourself before taking the last sip of your drink. "Seems like a die hard Metallica fan. I'm uh Euronymous" He quickly introduces himself realizing he got your name but you never got his. "Euronymous." You repeat to yourself before smiling at him "It's nice to meet you again Euronymous."

And there it was. That nice feeling in his gut again.

The clock now reads "9:56", almost an hour has passed and you've come to the conclusion that Euronymous isn't as scary as he seems. Euronymous learned a lot about you and your brother, he could tell how much you cared for Fabio. Like seeing a proud mother talk about her son. You and Fabio moved to Noway after the passing of your father, you guys were never close but he left more than enough money to do what you and Fabio always dreamed of. Traveling. So you guys left the one bedroom apartment in LA and moved to Europe. Now living in a two bedroom home big enough to keep both of you happy, you guys finally felt like you could breathe.

"Shit- I gotta go I told Fabio I would be back at 10" You started scrambling, getting your bag and getting up from your seat you leave enough cash to pay for the two drinks you ordered the hour before. Euronymous is a bit disappointed he actually enjoyed your guy's conversation but he knew it had to come to an end. Euronymous followed behind you trying to catch up with your fast steps, trying to spit out his question he struggles a bit but after mustering up the courage, he asks. "Can I uhm get your number maybe?" "You trying to take me out?" You jokingly reply "M-maybe." His response makes you smile, god he was awkward but he was trying. You don't say anything until you're in the drivers seat of your truck. "Hmm I don't give my number to strangers you know...but you've proven to me your not a bad guy" He's a bit hurt at first but hearing the second part made him visibly light up, and watching you take out lipstick out of your bag confused him for a second until your holding his arm writing your digits in the deep color. Euronymous doesn't say anything but smiles a bit not being able to contain that feeling in his gut anymore. Once you're gone he carefully makes sure he gets back to the store without smudging the lipstick before writing it down on a piece of paper he found lying around on the counter.

"The fuck are you smiling about?" Faust interrupts Euronymous's thoughts, finding it weird seeing his fellow guitarist smiling so weirdly at a piece of paper. Euronymous doesn't reply, instead throwing the closet magazine in his reach at Faust before climbing into his bed. Smiling.