#I’m a little obsessed with her guitarists

[blackthornish]

I just watched guts world tour on netflix and I wanted to go so much 😭😭 the show is beautiful! liv has so much stage presence and is so energetic! she’s also always communicating with her fans, saying hi! hey! hi! and giving kisses, including the audience in the show, which was very wholesome! lacy's performance was perfect too, I even cried watching it 🥺🥺 and I thought it was SOO CUTE when liv interacted with her band - which by the way is incredible -, like?! all the time she’s just having fun with them I loved it! and I will say, I am immensely grateful to have HOT TO GO by chappell roan live full hd featuring olivia rodrigo FOREVER!!!

[seulszn]

Jinx Headcannons

Warnings: Mild cussing, Fluff.

A/N: this is Modern Jinx headcannons so let me know if you want different headcannons from the show or separate headcannons

Best Friend Jinx

I just wanna say Jinx gives HUGE Chaeyoung from twice vibes from the personality down to the aesthetic. Jinx would be one of those weird loser bisexual girls who comes to school with the weirdest outfits and listens to artists like Coco & Clair Clair, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, and Frank Ocean. She would be a huge anime consumer her favorite being probably being Death Note, Nana or one of those early 2000’s grunge like animes.

Jinx is a AWESOME baker I feel like she would be the type of person to just bake whenever she's stressed out or just completely bored she would bake like cookies and cakes and bring them to her friends house “I just wanted to bring you these” and just leave with no other questions. She was in charge of the schools bake sale and that's where she met you. And once she saw you the girl was OBSESSED she did everything in her power to get close to you and be friends with you.

Once you guys become close as friends Jinx would make you yummy treats, make you playlists, give you art or little trinkets she made. I feel like she would be one of those friends who would have absolute terrible ass grammar you could text her and you would not be able to understand what she said like at all at first but over time you started to understand

JINX 💙: hy did ypu do the magh hekmwqdk?

You: Did I do the what?

JINX 💙: the magh hekmwqdk

You: Bitch the math homework?

Imma say it now Jinx is a gamer she plays cutesy little games like animal crossing, Stardew Valley, Sims 4, untitled goose game, and Minecraft and I feel like you guys would have like a cute little island with the cutest villagers. Jinx would come to school with her Nintendo switch and get it confiscated almost every single class that she had to have a parent teacher conference because of it and now Silco checks her bag every day before she leaves out the door.

I want to touch back up on the clothes I feel like if you where to open up Jinx’s closet I feel like all you would see would be graphic tees, colorful tank tops, skirts of different colors, sizes, textures and patterns. I feel like if you where to ask someone what her fashion taste was they would say “if a little kid dressed themself” or if she got dressed in the dark. She usually gets her stuff at goodwill or like depop.

This is kind of what Jinx would wear on a daily basis:

And we all know Jinx famous blue and pink nails that she rocks. I feel like she would also do the most craziest nail art herself or go to a nail salon for them to do it for her and she would LOVE you if you did some sort of matching nails with her. I feel like since jinx has anxiety she would do short nails so she’s not tempted on biting them but if she does grow her nails out then she would have you put that nasty nail polish on that taste disgusting if you put your nails in your mouth.

Jinx knows how to play the guitar don’t @ me she was apart of a band with Ekko where she was the lead singer and guitarist and they just did covers of famous bands and singers they had a small little YouTube channel that actually had good some of views. She would play the guitar all the time anytime you came over you would be engulfed with the sound of Jinx just jamming out with her guitar (I also believe if I’m not mistaken their was a League of Legends ad where Jinx was playing the guitar but I’m not too sure).

Confessing Jinx

I feel like Jinx had a crush on you since she met you and she didn’t know how to confess it to you that she asked her big sister who is in a relationship with a girl what she should do cause poor girl was to scared to loose you if she confessed. I feel like she would ask you on Valentine’s Day she would have a WHOLE day planned just filled with things she she knows you would like, she baked your favorite dessert, painted her favorite picture of you, bought you a new game for your switch, made you a necklace, and bought you a bouquet of flowers and she dressed in a outfit you complimented her on on the first day you met her. Waiting for you she was nervous out of her ever loving mind thoughts running thru her head.

“What if she doesn’t like it?”

“What if it’s too much?”

“Will she like the flowers I got her?”

She tries to remember the script of what she’s gonna say when you walk thru the door and looks over at all the stuff he has laid out she panics and changes her mind but you walk thru the door with a soft smile and confusion on your face “hi” you smile and Jinx heart drops looking at how cute you are that everything she was gonna say leaves her head.

“Uh H-happy Valentine’s Day Y/N” she said handing you a bouquet of flowers she had hidden behind her back. You smiled at the kind gesture thanking the blue haired girl in front of you. Jinx was a nervous reck the whole time afraid of messing up this special day she lead you to the kitchen where your favorite dessert was made and she also made a homemade pizza in a shape of a heart with all of your favorite toppings “you did all of this yourself?” You would ask and Jinx would simply just nod her head with a small little smile on her face.

“But before we eat I have other stuff” she would say pulling you out of the kitchen she would gift you the painting, and the switch game that you have been wanting for while and she gave you one of her old tees that you would always wear when you came over. “Aw Jinx what is all of this pampering for” you would ask and she would just shrug her shoulders not knowing what to say.

She would confess to you at dinner with the pizza she made out in the backyard looking at the stars. You would point at all the different stars and tell her all the names of the different constellations Jinx doesn’t say anything just too busy looking at your pretty face to think of anything else once you notice you turn to her with a smile “what do I have something on my face?”

“Your just pretty that’s all”

“Thank you, you are as well” you say returning the compliment Jinx would frown looking down at the necklace she made you she feels as if she’s about to panic should she just say it and get it over with or just hand you the necklace. “Y/N these moments we made as friends genuinely mean so much to me and I want to make so much more with you” she would say as you look at her nodding at what she is saying.

She hands you the box with the necklace in it you open it looking at the shiny jewelry you glance up at the shy girl in-front of you nervous as ever. She breaths in and then out before saying those words she fears “Y/N would you like to be my girlfriend?” After she looks at your face trying to read your reactions but you where to much in shock to say anything. The girl in front of you asking basic you to be her girlfriend? You felt as if you where dreaming “Please say something this tension is starting to scare me”

You smile at the girl before jumping on her and planting wet kisses all over her face “YES YES YES I WILL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” You yell out with tears on your face Jinx sighs before giggling at your reaction you move off of her before laughing at the girl “what?” Jinx just smiles before pointing to the box you hand it to her and she opens the box removing the jewelry from it and places it onto your neck.

Girlfriend Jinx

I feel like your guys relationship wouldn’t be any different from when you two were friends but Jinx would be a huge SIMP for you anything you did she would be drooling over, she’s also VERY clingy you guys are like glued to the hip teachers would always ask “where is the other one” anytime you guys weren’t together and she she’s so clingy that she asked the principal if he could put you two in the same classes together but once he declined she pouted and pouted and just decided to wait for you outside your classroom.

Like I’m serious once her teacher says they are done for the day she would pack her stuff up and run to your classroom and just look into the room watching you write something down on a piece of paper you sometimes wouldn’t notice her mainly because you are too focused on the stuff the teacher is saying.

It wouldn’t be until a teacher yells at her to stop peeking into their classroom, for a student to tap your shoulder or for her to text you for you to even notice her. Once your class was over she would pace over to you and just give you the biggest hug as if she hasn’t seen you in years. “I was only away from you for like forty five minutes” you would giggle at the girls tight hug.

Since you guys how two different aesthetic i also think you guys would have like a separate friend group like you guys would have a main group like Ekko and then you two would have your own. (If that makes sense) so let’s say one of your friends pulls you away for lunch to sit by them Jinx would get so confused and then upset over the fact your friends would do that and she would be at another table sulking just glaring at you laughing and giggling with your friends. “You seem upset” her friends would say

When you guys do sit by eachother at lunch I feel like she would share her lunch with you but you would sometimes decline cause you want her to eat (she has a thing where she tends to starve herself) “I’m not hungry though” she would state and you would shake your hand pushing her lunch box back to her “you need to eat” she would roll her eyes and just do what you said.

I feel like Jinx’s favorite thing to bring to lunch would be like Dino nuggets or like a Lunchable with a juice box at first you thought it was very childish but Jinx simply says that this is her favorite lunch to pack. And she LOVES snacks so you tend to pack extra snacks to share with her at random times during the day.

When you guys share classes with eachother she always sits by you weather that’s in the front or in the back I feel like you two would exchange notes well it mainly Jinx exchanging notes and you trying not to get caught by the teachers the paper would have little doodles Jinx did or little questions she has

Jinx: wht th qustion to number 6?

You: I’m not telling you figure it out yourself

Jinx: YOU ARE SO MEAN! =(

Jinx: Can I have those pretzels?

She is actually very smart she just has a short attention span and forgets things like 95% of the time like if you see her zoning out in class you would poke her to get her attention and then lean in to whisper into her ear “are you paying attention?” Due to Jinx zoning out you write down a lot of what the teacher says to share it with her and she thanks you.

If you guys have to work together no work is getting done it just filled with Jinx yapping your ears off no matter how many times you try to tell her to focus she never does until you tell her your not gonna come over later after school and once she hears that she’s locked in.

This girl is the MOST Sassiest person you have ever met in your whole entire life she would make all these snarky remarks that leave you shocked there was a time she was arguing with Vi and she just mumbled these funny remarks as her sister is generally crashing out it could be over like Jinx eating the last slice of cake that Vi was gonna eat once she got home.

“I was gonna eat that!”

“Call down big back it wasn't even good to begin with”

Its funny how sassy she is but it also tends to get annoying

Jinx isn’t the type to get jealous well that’s what she tells herself but in all seriousness she’s the most jealous person you know. One time you invited her to a party one of your friend was hosting and the whole entire time she was close to you the whole night and would eye roll anybody who would flirt with you

“Y/N I love your hair, it’s nice” some random person would say and you would thank them with a smile and Jinx would scoff before mumbling something sassy under her breath you turn to her hitting her chest softly telling her to be nice. She would text you if her friends pulled her away and she sees something she doesn't like.

Jinx 💙: Who is that? Who is that getting all close to you?

Jinx 💙: WTF what did he whisper in your ear? Y/N your making me mad woman 😤

You: Bae chill he's my science partner plus he's gay

Jinx would LOVE PDA I feel like she wants everyone to know she bagged a baddie so she's kissing you in public and acting all flirtly she could care less what anyone thinks she always has to know you are by her so she's either holding your hand, wrapping a arm around your waist or putting her hands in your back pocket and she's always smacking your butt for some odd reason which has you jumping “stop doing that it hurts” you would say rubbing it.

You and Jinx would have a pampering day at her house where you do eachother hair and just relax. If your black and have like kinky curls I feel like she would watch you brush your hair and put in detangler, and then try it herself cause she is in awe at your hair texture, and trust in this Jinx will look up how to do your texture of hair, she's watching youtube videos, reading books, asking some of her friends with the same texture she's doing it all so the next time you have a pampering day she knows what she is doing.

“How the hell you know how to do box braids?”

“Uh don't worry bout it”

And you would love doing Jinx’s hair since its so long and straight you can do so many styles on it your favorite is braids with clips in it. After finishing eachother hair you would dress in the silliest clothes and just jam out to Jinx’s playlist.

Her family would love you especially her little adopted sister Isha any time she sees you come over she's running to the door with a huge smile on her face waving “hi little Isha” you would wave back you reach into your purse and hand her a oatmeal creme pie cookie you made a few days ago and she giggles grabbing it thanking you and walking off to her room.

Jinx feels at times that you will leave you so she sometimes needs reassurance that you won't ever leave her and that the two of you are end game

Welp another done with this hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ seulszn.

[girlfromthecrypt]

Note: This is merely a pitch introduction post. My main project remains Such Happy Campers. I have no title in mind for this IF (suggestions are welcome), although I am very passionate about the idea and will work on it on the side while I write SHC.

You are... or were one of the most famous yet mysterious characters in the 21st century pop-rock scene. 

It all started when you discovered your love for singing during an extended stay at a psychiatric hospital as a teen. Music became your motivator, and from then on, you knew the stage was where you belonged. Your friends agreed… and that is how your band came to be. After years of practice in your friend’s mother’s garage and cheap gigs at dingy bars, your journey to the top begins abruptly when you team up with a skilled manager.

It's a meteoric rise— until it isn’t. 

And now, a decade after your band has withdrawn from the public eye, you’ve accepted an interview by the acclaimed Groove Magazine. You and your former band members have agreed to give them the truth, the whole truth; as ugly as that might be. 

Follow the story of your band’s rise to fame (and eventual fall from grace)

Play as a pop-rock vocalist

Name your band and customize your music, lyrics and image

Handle the media, interactions with pushy fans and your own repressed thoughts and fears 

Romance your coolgirl-bassist, the childhood friend you cut out of your life, your absolutely insane guitarist, or your biggest fan/stalker

Give one hell of an interview

Inspiration: Daisy Jones and The Six, Fleetwood Mac

TW: themes of mental illness, substance abuse, death, mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation and self-harm, unhealthy relationship dynamics

ROs:

Stevie McLaughlin, bassist (f) — “I suppose I was the sanest one in that bunch.”

She’s one of your oldest friends, and if you follow the clanking chain of cause and effect all the way back to the beginning, it is her you have to thank for your entire career. The band was her idea, after all. She’s level-headed, composed, and always there to talk you down when you need her. Sometimes, she acts more as your retainer than anything else…

Paul/Paulette Zima, lead singer & saxophonist (f/m selectable, trans) — “Trying to figure out where you know me from?”

Your band’s brand-new, second lead singer. Your manager says they’re going to give your music the kick it needs, that they’re the one missing ingredient to your success. You’re not entirely sure if you agree. Worse yet, you happen to know this person, and your time together didn’t end on a favorable note. They’re part of a past you would much rather forget. 

Angel Monsanto, guitarist (m) — “I was always going to make it big, with or without those guys. Only, I… I really wanted it to be with them.”

Your crazy but good-hearted guitarist. His passion for music borders on obsession, and he will stop at nothing to make a name for your band. Sadly, he’s very much of the conviction that all publicity is good publicity, which has encouraged him to pull some very questionable stunts in the past. 

Lincoln Saunders, groupie?? (f/m selectable) — “What can I say, I loved them. When they first walked out onto that stage, it felt like my heart was going to explode.”

Calling Lincoln a fan would be an understatement. Fanatic is more like it. You remember seeing them at your very first show, and you’ve continued to spot them at every venue you’ve played at since. You don’t know anything about them, and perhaps changing that would be a very bad idea. But maybe you still want to.

Others:

Fatima Shah (f), drummer — “I’m pretty sure they tried to make me disappear with their fog machine.”

After things didn’t work out with your original drummer, Fatima saved the day. She’s a sweetheart to you, but from what you’ve heard, she can be kind of a terrible person. Maybe it’s best to stay a little wary of her.

Kalena Graham (f), manager — “The first time I saw them… well, they kind of sucked. But I knew, I just knew, that they had what it takes to suck on an international level.”

Your band’s manager. You can’t believe how lucky you were to have caught her attention. She’s experienced, driven, well-regarded in the industry and… kind of mean.

Simon Young (m), reporter — “Start at the beginning. And then, don’t stop.”

The guy conducting the interview for Groove Magazine. He’s nice enough, if a little starstruck. It seems he has been waiting a long time for this.

[dividers by @thecutestgrotto]

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[suugarbabe]

Rockstar!Sirius Black has me in a chokehold. I’m obsessed with my wife @finalgirllx and thankful for the work she put in for me for these two edits and I hope everyone is pulling their hair out at them as much as me.

This little blurb is for my second wife @thatdammchickennugget ‘s hogmarch challenge.

Prompt: fire whiskey / are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk

Warnings: fluff; mentions of bar/drinking;

You don’t really know how you got here. At this party that is. One day your muggle friend is begging you to come to a concert with her. Two weeks later she has you sleeping on a side-walk waiting to get in. “I really want to get barricade,” she says. And you love her so you comply. When you manage to get it, you’re just as shocked as she is. Arms crossed on the bar, elbows hanging over the barricade as music plays from the speakers while everyone waits for the band to appear.

You assume it’s a four person group; you see a drum set, a keyboard, a guitar with a mic stand and a bass guitar. You’re wracking your brain for the name of the band, your friends mentioned it probably a million times in the last hour alone but you’ve been so focused on not a Avada-ing any of the other millions of girls around who seem to want to keep pushing against your back to get closer to whoever this band seems to be.

It’s when the curtain falls that your heart nearly stops. It had to be a coincidence, right? The fact that this band happens to have the same name as the infamous group of pranking boys from your school years. But all your nervous fears are confirmed when they start strolling on to the stage, you recognize the others in an instant, but the one that catches your eye most intensely slings the guitar over his shoulder, a shit eating smirk gracing his lips as his tucks his hair behind his ear.

“Blimey, what a turn out, yeah lads?” The guitarist turns slightly where he stands, glancing at his friends behind him who are all nodding and shouting, pumping their fists in the air with the screams of fans in front of them. The guitarist turns back towards the crowd, eyes scanning over the sea of people until they come to the front and lock with yours. Your friend besides you starts shaking with giddy excitement as he speaks his next words into the mic, her arm hooking with yours. But you can’t tear your eyes away from his piercing gaze, “In case any of you’ve forgotten, we’re The Marauders and-”

Being barricade had its benefits because you heard the drummer shout, “Oi, Pads, get on with it, will ya, let’s give em a show, yeah?” Sirius laughs into the mic and your thrust back to being seventeen and pining after the long haired boy at the back of your advanced potions class. “Alright, Prongs, don’t lose yer head, mate. Who’s ready to fucking rock out?” Sirius strummed his guitar and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams. The entire concert was a bit of a blur. One because you didn’t know any of their songs, but two because it seemed like any time Sirius looked towards the front of the crowd, he looked right at you, and your friends and the girls surrounding you seemed to lose their mind at the concept.

When the concert finally ended you watched your old classmates take in the cheers and praise. James threw both his drumsticks into the crowd, Remus tossed a few picks as well. Reggie stepped from behind the keyboard, taking his setlist with him and passing it to the security guard to give to a random girl. Sirius, however, seemed to have a different plan. The girls around you seemed to be panting with anticipation as Sirius took a marker from a stage hand and laid down on his stomach, pulling the cap from the marker with his teeth before writing on his setlist on the ground. Capping the pen, he pulled the setlist off the ground slowly, folding the tape over the edges before folding the setlist into fours.

What really made everyone around you go into a frenzy was Sirius jumping down from the stage and walking straight up to you at barricade and holding the paper towards you with a smile. “Here,” Sirius grabbed your wrist, placing the folded setlist into your hand, “open it when you leave the venue. Was nice seeing you again, love. S’been too long since the last time.” Sirius then turned his attention to the people around you, shaking hands and signing a few autographs but it all sounded muffled to yours ears as it seemed like all the blood was rushing to your head as you were rushing out of the crowd, you friend close behind.

“Uhm, hello? Are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was back there?” You were walking as fast as you could without sprinting, your friend hot on your heels. “Y/n/n!” You turned abruptly to face her, her stopping roughly in her tracks. “What!” You were nearly screaming before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, erm, I’m sorry. I just…I haven’t seen those guys in a long time and it was just a little…overwhelming.” Your friend nodded, the grin never leaving her face, “How do you even know them, can we open the letter now, what does it say?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the note from your pocket. Unfolding it you finally answered her questions, “We went to school together, believe it or not they were very popular and I was…well…not. I had a few classes with the others and well Sirius was…friends with some of my friends, let’s say. Honestly I didn’t even expect him to recognize me once I realized they were the band we were seeing and…” your thoughts and words seem to die on your lips as your eyes scanned the setlist in your hands, Sirius’s sloppy scrawl strewn across in black marker. Your friend raised her eyebrows impatiently, turning your hands towards her so she could see what had you at such a loss, a gasp leaving her as she did so. “Is that a fucking address…”

So maybe you did know how you got to this party, your friend begging and pleading until you agreed to go. “It’s only polite, he did invite you after all,” she had said. You knew her agenda was more so to gain an opportunity to see the boys up close, so you didn’t argue when as soon as you entered the private bar she immediately went on the hunt. You, on the other hand, went straight for a drink, or two, or four. You were working on yet another firewhiskey when a rough voice spoke your last name from behind you. Turning around, you attempted to control your blush, “Black. Long time no see.” You did your best to keep your tone casual, like your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest.

Per expected Sirius was nothing but charming and smooth, “I didn’t expect to see a friend in the crowd tonight, you caught me slightly off guard I have to admit.” You clasped onto your drink with both hands, hoping the coolness of the glass would offset the heat that was rapidly spreading through your body, “You consider us friends? I didn’t even think you’d recognize me.” Sirius’s gaze turned what you could only describe as tender, “I would’ve failed Advanced Charms if you hadn’t put up with me for two whole terms. If spending endless weeks in the library didn’t make us friends, what then developed between us, nothing?”

No, just my raging school girl crush on you is all. You shook your head, mouth opening and slightly stammering, no explanation coming to mind. “Pads, you’re not scaring y/n/n away are you? Gonna make us not see her for another three years again?” Sirius huffed a slightly annoyed breath, “Yeah, Moony, the reason we haven’t seen her is strictly my fault, not that our band took off or anything.” Sirius jabs a thumb over his shoulder as he glances back at you as if to say, the nerve of this guy. “She didn’t even think I’d recognize her, or considered us friends! Can you believe that?”

The taller boy greeted you with a warm and familiar smile, the scar stretching over his top lip thinning with the action, “Well I certainly don’t blame her for the latter. But we’re still friends, aren’t we, dove?” Remus took a step forward, wrapping you in a tight and friendly embrace. “Hi, Rem,” you mumbled just loud enough over the bar music. Remus was gruffly pulled away from you to reveal a pouting face with glasses and a mop of curly hair, “Not consider us friends? Did seven agonizing years of potions together mean absolutely nothing to you?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the dramatics, “Hi, Jamie. ‘ve missed you.” You open your arms for a hug and are quickly embraced in a bear-like squeeze, “Missed you too shortcake. Been too long.” A second body joins your hug from behind, “Yeah, it’s been too long.” James pushes him off before letting you go, “Whydya have to do that Reg, you ambushed my hug.” Regulus opens his mouth to argue when a throat clearing catches all of your guys' attention. You turn to see your friend clearly doing her best not to freak out at the scene before her. You turn the the boys, pushing your friend slightly in front of you, “Guys this is my friend Órlaith. She brought me to your show. Big fan, her. Órlaith, this is Reg, Jamie, Rem and Sirius.”

The four boys all flashed award winning smiles while your friend managed a meek ‘hi’ and a slight wave. “So you didn’t just have classes with them, you were friends with the fucking Marauders,” Órlaith wacked your arm, causing James and Regulus to burst out in laughter. Remus leaned in close to your friend, a hand shielding one side of his mouth while pointing a thumb back at James, “Y/n/n, here actually helped make sure this one graduated on time.” James crossed his arms in mock offense, “Is he talking shite love? Moony, don’t fill her head with lies we’ve only just met.”

Sirius slung his arm over her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Actually, I’d like to catch up with Y/l/n. You mind if I steal her for a moment? Think you can watch these gits, keep them in line for me while I’m away?” She gave a timid nod and Sirius flashed her his knee weakening grin. Remus shot Sirius a knowing look, one you completely missed as you were too busy focusing on Sirius lacing his fingers in yours and dragging you towards a roped off section of the bar. You tried to will your palm to not be clammy as you downed the last of your drink, setting the glass on a passing table. As Sirius led you up the few steps and past the velvet rope he settled you both down at a table in the corner.

With a wave of his wrist the music and sound of the crowd disappeared. “See? A perfect silencing charm. Wouldn’t have been able to do that without your help in years past, friend,” Sirius emphasized the last word, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed slightly, eyes rolling, “Yes, I’m very proud of you. However, that hasn’t stopped the gaggle of girls staring at us.” You motioned toward at least four women you could see clearly shooting daggers your way at a private talk with the leading man. Sirius shrugged his shoulders, eyes never leaving your direction, “I don’t care about them, my focus is on you.”

Your face seemed to stay in a permanent state of blush with Sirius’s full attention solely on you. “Now tell me, sweetheart. Did you really not consider us friends all those years? I mean, I thought we were pretty close. If I recall we’ve drunkenly fallen asleep on a few couches and floors together. Who else does that besides very good friends?” You nervously summon a drink before you, taking the glass and trying to hide half your face behind it while you take a long gulp. Your eyes scan over Sirius’s face, taking in the changes, or lack thereof, from the last time you saw him.

He still has that same boyish charm, that grin the tends to sneak onto his face when he knows he’s being charming. His hair is still gorgeous, long and flowing, though maybe slightly greasier than your school years, but you’re sure that’s part of his rockstar aesthetic. His forearms now adorn multiple tattoos and from what you know of Sirius there’s probably more hidden elsewhere. He had a few more piercings now, and his jawline was more refined now that he was no longer a teenager, but what remained exactly the same was always your favorite part of him; his eyes.

Sirius always had the most captivating eyes; a deep russet brown that seemed to change with his mood and whether he was telling the truth or not. Either that or you had just spent so much time staring at him you began to figure out his tells without anyone else realizing. “You’re telling the truth, you really considered us good friends didn’t you?” Sirius laughed lightly, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes once more, “Yes, I’m telling the truth.” You shook your head, “That wasn’t a question, it was a statement, I can tell when you’re lying. I just can’t believe you’re being serious.”

“Well I’m always Sirius, darling.” You rolled your eyes at his favorite pun, going to bring your drink back to your lips. Sirius, however, had other plans, stealing to glass from your hands and downing the rest himself. You opened your mouth to scold him but he got his words out first, “How can you – blimey, love no mixer really? Merlin’s fucking beard – how can you tell when I’m lying? I like to think I’m quite subtle at hiding the truth.” You sat up a bit straighter, tucking your legs underneath you on the couch. Normally you would never admit anything, especially not to Sirius himself, but your filter seemed to be turned off thanks to the many firewhiskey’s now running through your system.

You leaned your elbow on the back of the couch, facing Sirius now with your head resting against your fist, “Your eyes turn a shade or two darker when you’re lying. Normally they’re just this beautiful deep brown color that looks like the sun is shining directly on them, even when you’re inside and there’s not even a window in sight. But when you’re lying it’s like all the mischief you’ve got cooking in your brain is overheating and it deepens the color.” If you weren’t feeling so tipsy you probably would’ve noticed the deep blush that spread over Sirius’s cheeks. But being himself he couldn’t let you stop there, “What else have you seemed to notice over the years, huh sweet girl?”

Subconsciously you knew you’d regret it in the morning, but your ability to stop your mouth from rambling seemed to be null. “You tend to chew on your top lip when you’re concentrating, not the entire thing, just one of the corners. You did it tonight during your guitar solo, which was actually pretty fantastic. I'm very proud of you, Siri. And I only noticed you do that because it’s different from other people, usually people bite their bottom lip, but you bite your top,” Sirius touched his top lip with his fingertips as you continued, “And I know when you’re laughing just to be polite and when you’re laughing for real because your fake laugh is this polite little chuckle where you nod your head to make the other person think you’re really paying attention, but your real laugh is so much better. You throw your head back, and your hair falls from your face and it’s real hearty and deep and your smile stays bright for moments afterwards.” You let out a long sigh, your eyes keeping this distance look to them like you were recalling an exact moment for each aspect you just described. “Merlin, I was just so in…I just had the biggest crush on you back then.”

Sirius blinked a few times in disbelief, shaking his head and trying to clear his thoughts because there was definitely no way he heard what he just thought he heard, “I’m sorry, love. Are you speaking parseltongue or am I really that drunk?” You scoffed slightly, “Excuse me?” Sirius quickly held his hands up in defense, “No, no! I just meant that – oh for Godric’s sake, I’m gonna muck this up I just know it–” You grabbed his wrists, effectively stopping his spiraling tangent, “Sirius!” He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours and just like you said, they looked like the sun was hitting them directly despite being in the back corner of a dark bar, “I never needed help with charms.”

Your face contorted in confusion, “Sorry, erm, what?” Sirius closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes once more, making sure you were looking back at him so you would see he was telling the truth, “I never needed help with charms, I would fuck up spells on purpose because I wanted to spend more time with you.” You shook your head, “But Remus said…”

“I lied to Moony,” Sirius cut you off, “Well, I tried to lie to him at first. I told him I was failing and I asked him to ask you to be my tutor but the bloody git knows everything, saying shit like ‘I know you’re at the top of our class Sirius meh meh meh’, so I asked him to lie for me.” You shook your head, “Why would you do that?” Sirius placed his hands on either side of your face, your hands still holding his wrists, “Because I had an insanely huge crush on you that I kept trying to deny and Moony could see it a mile away. I’m surprised you missed it with everything else you seemed to notice.” You smiled at him, a real genuine relaxed smile, then he spoke again, “Past tense probably isn’t the right usage. After seeing you tonight, I can humbly admit that all those feelings are very much still here. You believe me, don’t you?”

Sirius tilted your head up so you were looking directly at him. He widened his eyes dramatically, staring at you intensely and causing you to giggle. You squinted your eyes at him briefly, making it look like you were really studying him, “Hmm..clear as day. Yes, Siri, I believe you.” Sirius let out a long breath, “Thank merlin, because I’ve been dying to do this since I was on stage.” Sirius’s lips met yours with a gentle fervent, intensifying only when you fisted the front of his t-shirt, pulling him harder into you. You pulled apart only when you were short of breath, both panting heavily. “Remus is going to lose his mind,” Sirius chuckled, grin never leaving his face. You glanced over his shoulder, flicking your wrist and breaking the silencing charm only to be met with cheers and whistles so loud they floated over the rustle of the bar, “I think he already has, they all have.” Sirius turned, seeing his friends and bandmates making their way over. He turned back to you, a cheeky grin on his lips, “Okay, kiss me again, just once more before they get here. Once they do I just know James is gonna talk your ear off about the whole thing.” You giggled, biting your bottom lip before grasping the back of his neck, pulling his lips towards yours once more.

[leiswxrld]

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❥𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “Y/N look he keeps staring at you”

❥𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Tom Kaulitz x Black fem reader

❥𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, P in V sex, Tom is 18+, protection( wrap before you tap) .

❥𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 788 words

❥𝐀/𝐍: Tom has been coming on my tt fyp and I’ve lately have been having an obsession over him he is so fine 👏🏾

🎧WHAT IS LOVE BBY DON’T HURT ME DON’T HURT ME NO MORE🎧

It was a Friday night and you were out partying with your friend, wearing a short Jean skirt, cropped shirt and the cleanest heels you could find in your shabby apartment. You were tipsy but not to the point where you’d vomit your guts out, you let the music control your body as your hips swayed to the beat, your friend catching your whines.

Unaware of the lingering eyes from across the bar, you take another shot of rum your teeth seething from the bitter taste, that lingered on your tongue. Your friend stopped moving and she looked beyond you into the distance with shocked eyes, you ignore it though too flustered out to even think why she was staring in that direction.

Continuing to grind on her she stops you and you give her a puzzled look. “Why the fuck did you stop me for ?” You asked, irritatedly. She comes towards my ear and whispers, “look behind you y/n he keeps staring over at you” you glance over to the direction she’s pointing at and she was correct. There sat Tom kaulitz, the guitarist of Tokio hotel who were the hottest thing right now, a ring of girls surrounded him but he seemed unbothered only paying attention to you.

“That’s Tom Kaulitz right why is he here” I shout into her ear, “Yes it is, I think they’re on tour they always come to clubs to hookup with girls” she slurs back and you nod. You didn’t want to be one of those girls that was only for a good fuck so you turned around and ignored him, continuing to whine on your friend.

Tom watched in awe as your hips swayed to the beat, your skirt hugged your waist and enhanced your curves, your top showing off your tits that we’re literally about to pop out. He witnesses your friend tell you something which made you turn around for only a minute before scoffing and resuming your dancing, if only that was him.

He contemplated his moves on whether he should pursue or not but he ended up standing up and walking toward you. “Y/N he’s coming over here” you friend shouts over the loud music and you roll your eyes turning around to see him just a few feet from you.

“Hey I’m Tom I noticed you from over there and I wanted to say hi” he said, shooting you his signature smirk as his eyes trailed from your legs upwards and stopped at your chest. “Hey my eyes are up here” you say crossing your arms.

“My bad sweetheart it’s hard to not admire a pretty thing such as yourself” he says licking his lips. Damn him for being so damn fine, “I’m pretty huh is that all you had to say because I already know I’m pretty” you say with a little sass in your voice.

He chuckles rubbing his neck, “Confident ey, I love that in a woman” he says and he looks at his phone. “Hey let’s get out of here what do you say” he shouts in your ear. You look at him and turn to your friend to see she’s busy making out with a guy.

“Come on now your friends busy why can’t we have a little fun” he says and puts out a hand and you accept it and he guides you out of the club and into his car. I mean if your friend is having fun why shouldn’t you?

“Fuck Tom” you yell out, sweat dripping down your forehead, lipstick smudged, skirt hiked up and the car windows fogged up. You were riding Tom in the driver seat as he thrusted up into you with low grunts and weak moans.

The idea of getting caught excited you as you felt your orgasm swirling in your stomach. Tom kissed you lips, his face flustered from the overstimulation from cumming twice earlier. You moaned gripping the car seat as your bounces became erratic, Toms grunts became more raspier and weaker as he was about to cum for the third time that night.

“Shit baby I’m gonna c-cum” his says his voice constraint, grabbing onto your hips and fucking into you at rabbit speed, making your eyes go up into your fucking skull. He took one last thrust before his warm cum shot up into your core and oozed out of your fucked out cunt.

You both breathed heavily from exhaustion as you pull away from him and sit in the passenger seat beside him. He looks at you giving you one last kiss before pulling up his trousers, before you could even pull down your skirt, a knock comes from the window.

It was Bill.

And he had seen Toms cum leaking out of you, Fuck.

Pt.2

[tearfallpixie]

Music of My Soul - Chapter 5: New Lineups

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“Good evening Denver!” Chris addressed the crowd as the lights came up over them. “You are on it today.” They all cheered even louder than they had been and I grinned from my place next to Vinny. “As you can see, our lineup is a bit different tonight. So let's do a reintroduction shall we?” There was another cheer. “On drums we have the fabulous fiery Vinny Mauro.” Vinny did a little trill on his kit and waved. “Justin Frankenstein Marrow gracing us on the bass.” Justin just made faces to the crowd and so did Ryan as he got introduced.

“Ryan Skiez Sitkowski on guitar. Ricky Horror Olson back on guitar.” Ricky played a little riff on his guitar and waved to the crowd as well. “And last but certainly not least our new permanent keyboardist, the beautiful Dakota Grace.” I smirked and played the opening notes to The Black Parade making the crowd cry out in shock and Ricky and Vinny burst out laughing. “Now thats just cruel.” Chris grinned. “I am your host Chris Motionless and we are Motionless in White. We love you guys!” He called as we started playing Slaughterhouse.

I watched as the boys danced around the stage and grinned. They were so lively. We moved onto another song and out of habit of the last few weeks I started singing on one of the bridges.

“No hope, no time. Can’t go back, can't rewind. I still belong to you.” My eyes went wide as I realized what I had done but in order to play it off, I kept going. “No hope, no time. Can't go back, can't rewind. You still belong to me.” We played the rest of the song and afterwards Ricky came up to me. “Ricky, I’m so sorry.”

“Don't be! We sounded amazing together.” He exclaimed. “Sing scoring with me too.”

“What? No!”

“Do it! Or I’ll make Chris make you.” He threatened with a smirk. I scowled and he jumped off the platform victoriously.

“The dawning of a new age. These aren't just notes on a page. These are the weapons of rebirth.” I sang once we reached the last song. “The dawning of a new age. Where we will take back the stage. And score the ending of the earth.” If possible it seemed the crowd was even more obsessed with that verse than before.

“What the fuck? That was insane! Your voices fit so well together.” Chris freaked out when we all got off stage.

“I told you she would give Rick a run for his money.” Vinny laughed, tapping me on the head with his drumstick.

“Are you ok sharing your parts?” Chris asked Ricky.

“With her? Hell yeah.” The guitarist confirmed.

“Cool. The fans loved it tonight.”

“You two should sing the cinematic version of Eternally Yours and have her sing.” Ricky smirked.

“Noe you’re just asking for trouble Olson.” Chris launched at him and I watched them tussle adoringly. I let out a giggle and both boys stopped and looked up at me.

“You’re adorable.” Ricky popped off and my cheeks went red. “I’m sorry! I didn't mean-”

“Ricky. It’s fine. Thank you.” I murmured. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek before going to take a quick shower.

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“Settle in. We’re in for a long drive.” Chris said as I stepped onto the bus. I groaned and dropped my bag at my bunk before returning to the front. Chris pulled me down on top of him and Ricky.

“Sorry.” I mumbled trying to squirm away.

“You’re fine.” He murmured, putting his arms on top of my legs and turning on The Office. I blushed for the millionth time that day because of the tattooed guitarist and decided to just settle in.

“You know the whole world will start speculating about your relationship now just by how you acted on stage right?” Justin teased from his spot on the other couch. I swore a hint of jealousy crossed Ricky's face but he didn't move so I just brushed it off.

“So what? Who I decide to date is my business.” Chris shrugged, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.

“They’ll probably be mostly upset by the fact that you and Rick didn't get back together.” Vinny popped off, not tearing his eyes away from his game. He was playing World of Warcraft on his laptop and I hadn't even realized he was listening.

“You two dated? That's news to me.” I smirked at the singer.

“Yeah, for a couple of years when he first joined the band.” Chris said guiltily, dropping his head so his bangs covered his face. I felt his muscles tense around my waist and I could tell he thought I wasn't going to be happy about that.

“What happened?”

“Devin fucked us all up mentally when we found out what he was saying so we took a break. I dated Gaia. Ricky found Jamie and we never really talked about it again.” He said. There was regret written all over their faces and they glanced at each other.

“I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.” Ricky mumbled.

“That you two are bi? No, why should it?” I asked.

“Because we used to sleep together.”

“And? He used to sleep with Gaia too but that's in the past.” I shrugged. Ricky seemed to relax and nodded before shoving my legs off of him and standing up.

“I’m tired. I’m going to go lay down.” He went down the hall before any of us could say anything and we all just watched him go.

“Do you think he’s ok?” I asked Chris, adjusting myself until I was sitting next to him.

“He said he was tired. Leave him be until we get to the hotel.” Chris murmured, kissing my temple.

“I forgot we were in a hotel tonight. Thank god. I need a bath.” There was resounding agreement from everyone in the lounge seeing as we had been on the bus for over a week now without proper beds.

[mah-t-wordblog]

hi first of all ur work is amazing like highly obsessed with chefs kiss! if ur willing too can u do a lee luka and ler adrien with raspberries? tysm if u do!! ❤️❤️

Ohhh thanks, there it is, I hope u like it!!!! 💛💛

When I was a baby…

Lee: Luka Couffaine

Ler: Adrien Agreste

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Ships: Adrien x Luka

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Adrien was lying on his boyfriend’s, Luka, lap, they were watching the news on tv, but they weren't even paying attention

The conversation was very interesting

“When I was little, my mom used to call me “little rockstar”“ Luka said smiling

“That's amazing! I don't remember any affectionate nicknames from my parents…” Adrien thought

“None?”

“Oh! I remember! My mother called me “gift”, because I was the greatest gift of her life”

“How beautiful, Adrien”

“I don’t remember many things about my parents when I was little…”

“I’m sure there’s some memory inside your head” Luka poked the other’s head in a sign of affection

“Hm… do you remember anything?” Adrien stared at him, with a look of wonder as if Luka was going to say something super interesting and important

“My mother really liked to blow raspberries at me and my sister”

“Oh, raspberries, huh? Did you like them?”

“I don’t remember. I think… a little?” Luka laughed, Adrien stood up a little

“I’m sure you were so cute! Oh, I’d like to see!”

“Too bad we can’t go back in time” what a shame, none of them had the rabbit miraculous

Adrien thought and had an idea

“But we don’t need to go back in time”

The two stared at each other

“No-“

“Yes” Adrien smiled

“Adrien, my love-“ Luka started to move away a little

But unfortunately the guitarist couldn’t get away, Adrien jumped on top of him and lay on his lap, his hands were quick and soon lifted Luka’s shirt

And as expected, Adrien let out a raspberry

Luka started to laugh, but it wasn’t low, it was a very loud laugh for Luka’s level

“AHAHAHADRIEHEHEN”

“My baby~” the blond said, the other tried to push his head, but he was trying hard to keep it in place

“So that’s how you were? So~ cute~”

“PLEHEHEAHASEHE BAHABEHE” Luka covered his face, that was very embarrassing for him

When he was little, his mother knew that this was a super weak spot of his, so she always tickled him there, but Adrien didn't know yet

“I'll remember this forever!”

“NOHOHOHO”

“Yes!” Adrien released one last deadly raspberry and stood up, giving his boyfriend a light kiss on the lips

“You were so cute”

“I think so, my gift”

Adrien's eyes shone, he remembered his mother and was extremely happy, and even more in love

The blond went back to lying on his boyfriend's lap and then they started talking about the most diverse subjects

While Adrien was more talkative, Luka listened attentively, lovingly braiding his boyfriend's blond hair and taking care of him as if he had become a baby again

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

[artzychic27]

Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

—

Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got a cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

—

Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

—

Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

[i-love-def-leppard]

Welcome Home (Def Leppard x Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!! This is my first time ever writing something, let alone a fan-fiction so I’m a little nervous posting this. I am open to constructive criticism to improve my writing, which I promise will get better as time goes on. That being said, I hope you all enjoy my first story ever [EEEEKKKK]!!

🫶🏻 i-love-def-leppard

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Dublin 1981 - Me and My Wine house

I walked up the rain stained steps of my home, thinking about how glad I was to finally be here after a long day of work.

Managing the local record store is something I am very grateful for. However, just like any other type of work environment, a few rude customers can quite literally turn my day to shit.

Quickly pushing my negative thoughts away, I step into the main entrance of my happy place as my nose becomes overwhelmed by the smell of someone cooking.

“Boooyyysss!! I’m homeee!!”

Immediately as those words leave my mouth, I become trampled by the one and only, Joe Elliott, running his way out the kitchen with pasta sauce stains on his shirt.

“Y/N, love! GOSH! The lord knows how much I’ve missed you and your precious face all day!”

He says as he releases his hands from my face while going in for a hug, never forgetting to leave a sloppy kiss on my cheek.

Suddenly raising his eyebrows with a smirk plastered on his adorable face, he says,

“Are you wearing what I think you’re wearin?!”

Quickly remembering that I’m wearing my cropped, v-neck, red Leppard tank top (paired with dark blue flare jeans and one of the boys leather jackets), I blush at his wandering eyes and proud facial expression.

“Well, duh Joe, of course!”

I say playfully shoving his chest.

“I’m very proud of you boys and how far you’ve all come with the band. Of course I’m gonna show you lot off any chance I get.”

“You are too good to us, love.” a new voice says from around the corner.

“Sav!!”

You exclaim, making your way around Joe’s figure to enter the curly haired bassist’s open arms.

Pulling away slowly from the embrace, Sav says,

“Nice outfit, Y/N/N.”

He smirks as his eyes trail down your form.

Leaving you blushing as always, he gives you no time to respond as he says,

“Anyone give you problems at the store today? Cause if they did, I swear on all things holy, I’ll-”

Sav’s words were suddenly cut off by two pairs of loud footsteps making their way down the stairs.

“I CALL DIBS ON HUGGING HER FIRST” yells Phil to his terror twin.

“Not if I get to her first, SLOW POKE!” Steve replies.

“I’m not slow Steve! I can beat you all day in a swimming race!” a furious Phil throws back.

“Yeah, alright merman. We all know you have some weird obsession with the water. Now knock it off in front of the lady.”

Steve says as he swiftly walks away from Phil pouting at the bottom of the stairs.

Laughing, you approach the taller blonde guitarist.

“Hi Steve. I’ve missed you.”

You say as you are engulfed in yet another Leppard hug.

His smell of cigarettes and signature cologne always gave you a comfort like no other.

“Apologies for Mr. Grumpy-pants, love” pointing at Phil.

“Now, I’d keep you in a hug all day if I could, but I’d upset blondie over there if I didn’t share you at least a little.”

Steve adds as he reluctantly removes his hands from around your waist.

“C’mere Phil” you look to him as you initiate a hug, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek.

Instantly forgetting his small battle with Steve, a now relieved Phil whispers in your ear.

“Thank god your home. I’ve had to deal with them all day.”

Giggling at his words you see a sudden idea appear on his face.

“Y/N. Why don’t you take a break at that record store and let us take care of you. Come with us on our next tour, for the whole thing!”

“Then this way, we could see you all the time!”

“Phil, I’m only gone a few hours a day during the week haha” you reply.

“Just think about it, okay.” Phil slightly begs.

“Alright I will. And Phil, you’re sweet. You know I’d love that more than anything, but I’ve gotta contribute somehow” you reply.

“Aye! I know a way she can contrib-” Joe says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh shut it Joe” says Rick as he finally makes an appearance.

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to-” joins in Sav.

Rick is quick to slap Sav on the arm, while the rest of the group, including you, giggle at their dirty remarks.

Rick’s always been very protective of you, which you loved.

It’s no secret that the boys were all attracted to you in one way or another, and you to them.

Their constant flirtatious behavior was nothing new to you and you secretly loved it. They all knew that.

Pulling Rick in for the final hug, you can’t help but realize how grateful you are for your boys.

Snapping you out of your appreciative daydream, you feel Joe grab your hand.

You are suddenly being pulled out of Rick’s arms, into the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon love. Into the kitchen we go!” Joe says.

“I’ve made dinner!” he grins.

“Ughhh” everyone in the room groans.

“We left him unsupervised for 30 minutes and he manages to sneak himself into the kitchen. Unbelievable.” a nervous Rick replies.

Shaking my head at their silliness, I can’t help but be forever grateful for getting to come home to this everyday.

My boys.

-

THE END!!!! Thank you for reading🩷🩷

[korkietism]

Tokoyami’s middle school friend group. Also known as upcoming band, Skull Bowl Full of Soup.

Yuki Asano • he/they • ocd haver • bisexual • grayromantic

-lead singer and guitarist of the group (can play electric and acoustic. He also can work a DJ station like you wouldn’t believe

- deaf w/ hearing aids. Uses JSL and ASL. He can speak verbally but rarely does so. Usually just for singing. Deaf from birth.

- met Fumikage in kindergarten. Both of them had skin picking problems so were pushed to be friends. It worked out well though. The two, Fumi as the weird autistic bird kid with scary eyes and a demon who was way friendlier than him that could solo a building, and Yuki, a little girl who didn’t speak and hit and yelled at other children, who both anxiously picked at their skin, became fast friends due to ostracism from everyone else.

- has OCD, though his obsessions and compulsions are highly focused on contamination and germs among other things. For high school he goes to an adaptive school that has biweekly attendance and focused learning groups. It’s accommodated his mental health and his teachers all know ASL or JSL. He’s much happier this way. As good as it was that he met his friends through the public school system, it was killing him.

- obsessed with religious imagery. Very fond of biblically accurate angels and sin and rings of hell and mythology and such

- never wanted to do hero work or anything. He thinks hero’s are overrated but that Fumi will be different and become his favourite hero.

- he doesn’t care about quirks all that much either. He has very weak telekinesis and uses it almost entirely on small items. (Usually his phone so it doesn’t crack)

- all the SBFS members write lyrics and songs for the band to play though it’s mostly Yuki and Fumi. Stella and Shin prefer to convey their feelings through instruments.

- the most confrontational of the 4. He has the most metaphorical balls.

Stella Kuroiwa • she/her • queer • transfemme

- drummer of the group. She is absolutely wild on the drums. She is also good with any special effects.

- heteromorph like yami. She has a moth mutation which means she has big ol buggy eyes, these weird pointed yet tuft ears, antennae, and a velvety slight layer of fur to her skin. (Like those littlest pet shops. The fuzzy ones.)

- I am inbetween giving her two pairs of arms. I’m still unsure.

- her quirk is called firefly. She can create fireflies made of light though she must absorb direct sunlight or moonlight to do so. If she doesn’t, she can’t use it.

- she’s very anxious. Her sexuality + gender coming out was very hard on her. Coming to terms with herself was a process

- she’s sweet. Though also very silly. She’s really funny and affectionate with those she loves. Though on the outside she’s very avoidant. School is hard for her. She’s okay academically though avoids social things and sports like the plague. Probably does pottery or something. Needs to go to one of those break shit rooms.

- met yuki and Tokoyami in 6th grade. They were probably in the same gym class. None of them ever brought their gym clothes for fear of the change rooms + dysphoria + dysmorphia + insecurity so they were benched together.

- sleeby. Caring. Probably the tallest of the group. Though generally close to Yuki in height.

- now goes to the same school as Shin though they’re not in the same classes very much. It’s the school yami would’ve went to if UA hadn’t worked.

Yushin Tomioka • he/him • gay

- shin my boy. He’s.. so repressed

- probably the most level headed of the group. He keeps the 3 out of trouble

- really smart

- he’s an artist! Super fond of grungy lineart and symbolism. He’s working to be a tattoo artist, though generally has an interest in body mods.

- his quirk is called utensil. He can turn the tip of any of his fingers into a utensil (fork, spoon, knife, screwdriver, pen, pencil, etc) though if he does more than one at a time it uses his energy and makes him feel fatigued.

- gets along with the group well. Probably had a mild crush on Yami for a bit.

- he found solace in the goth alt sort of style. Former gifted kid with perfect grades and everything. He still has good grades but his parents are not at all happy that he isn’t becoming a doctor.

- pianist of the group. He uses a cool keyboard he bought himself. Was forced into piano lessons as a child. Has reclaimed it by playing amazing songs + video game music covers on his keyboard.

- call him shin. No one calls him Yushin. Or Tomioka.

-probably aroacespec but he doesn’t want to think about that rn

- same school as Stella. He’s good in school though he keeps to himself

-the outgrown buzzcut stays. He doesn’t want long hair for awhile.

-he’s shorter than yami by a bit.

-probably wants lip piercings

That is it for now. Ask questions. I will answer. Or ask them questions and they will answer. Yami included. The yamiverse expands one day at a time.

[lemoncrushh]

Wild Horses - Two

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

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“Same hurt in every heart, same trailer, different park…” - Kacey Musgraves; Merry Go ‘Round

“You’re joking, right?” asked Brendan. “We just drove all the way to Nashville for nothing?”

“Not for nothing,” Amber shook her head. “We played a festival. That’s huge, Bren.”

Amber knew it had been a mistake not to tell them they weren’t getting paid for the gig. Her bassist scoffed just as her guitarist interjected.

“She’s right, bro,” said Johnny. “At this point, exposure is more important than how much money we made.”

“But we didn’t make any money!” exclaimed Brendan.

“Enough!” shouted Carter, banging his fists on the table. The entire band stared at him, wide-eyed. “It’s already over and done. We got to play a major gig. You got your own fucking hotel room. Now let’s move on and shut the fuck up about it!”

Amber cleared her throat, nervous to say anything else.

“Um...yeah. Let’s just...move on.”

The band was just outside of St. Louis, on their way to Kansas City. It was roughly an eight hour drive from Nashville, and they probably could have made it in one day. But with having a gig the next evening, they’d decided to break up the trip, leaving the festival after they’d played and spending the night along the way.

Grateful for a little silence, Amber finished her BLT and fruit bowl while the boys all scrolled through their phones, an occasional snort or grunt coming from each of them. She thought briefly about Harry Styles and how he’d been so kind to her earlier that day, rooting her on before she’d stepped out onto the stage, and staying for their entire set. Just before their last song, she’d turned, grabbing her guitar for the acoustic number and catching his eye as he watched from behind the equipment. He was clapping, his arms raised above his head, a huge grin on his face. She couldn’t help but feel the spark of electricity jolt through her veins as he lowered his arms and gave her a thumbs up. She felt like she played the final song the best she ever had, whether or not her bandmates noticed.

She really wished she could have stayed and seen his set. She was a fan of his, always had been, the music lover she was. She credited Faith for the One Direction introduction in her early teens as they’d argued over who was the cutest, but eventually it was more about the music for Amber, even after Faith had moved on to new obsessions.

She wondered how Faith was. It had been a while since she’d heard from her. She made a quick mental note to text her later before she wiped her hands on her napkin and rose from the table.

“You guys can stay if you like,” she announced to the boys. “I’m heading back to my room.”

Brendan and Johnny each gave nods and waves, but Carter watched her with questioning eyes as she made her way to the exit. Then dropping a couple ones on the table, he stood up so quickly, he knocked it with his knee, nearly making the drinks spill.

“Hey, watch it!” yelped Brendan.

“Sorry,” Carter breathed. “I’m gonna turn in, too.”

“Turn in?” Brendan looked at his watch. “It’s 8:30.”

“I know, but...I need a shower and...I could use a good night’s sleep.”

Running a hand through his hair, Carter turned for the door, stopping when he heard Brendan mutter under his breath.

“Could use some pussy is what you mean. Good luck with that.”

With a huff, Carter pushed open the door hard, making it rattle. He didn’t feel like taking any more of Brendan’s shit. Crossing the parking lot with a jog, he called out to Amber just before she reached her room. Looking over her shoulder, she slowed her pace before stopping. Carter caught up with her, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Amber made a face, lifting her hand to show her room key. “Um...going inside.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Her shoulders dropping, Amber let out a loud sigh. “Yes.”

Carter raised his brow, hopeful. “Yes?”

“I mean, yes, I mind,” Amber said firmly. “I’m going to bed.”

“Sounds good to me,” he smirked, stepping closer to her.

Amber held out her hand to stop him, pressing it against his chest. “Carter...no. I told you, we’re not going there anymore.”

“C’mon, Ambs, we used to have such a good time. It was fun. Why can’t we have that again?”

“It was fun when I drank so much, I woke up puking? It was fun passing out so hard you had to pour water on my face to wake me up at all? Sounds like a fucking blast.”

Amber turned towards her motel room door, slipping the key inside.

“That’s not what I mean,” Carter said softly. “I’m talking about the other stuff.”

Pushing the door open, Amber stood just over the threshold, leaning against the frame.

“That’s just sex Carter,” she said before closing the door in his face.

Amber wouldn’t really call Faith her best friend. Her mother said she was a cousin, but Amber figured she was so far removed that she barely even counted as one. She’d grown up with Faith, however, her family’s trailer next door to hers. She was two years older and knew more about Amber than anyone, so that probably made her as good a friend as any, if not her only friend.

“Hurry up,” groaned Amber as she kicked her cowboy boot against the trailer steps.

“I’m coming, I can’t find my...oh, thank God, there it is.”

“What?” asked Amber as Faith shut the door behind her.

“Huh?”

“What couldn’t you find?”

“Oh...nothing,” Faith answered sheepishly, her dark hair blowing in the breeze. She wore far too much makeup as far as Amber was concerned, but otherwise she thought she looked pretty in her floral sundress. She had the kind of body Amber envied, and she was always quickly surrounded by boys at any social event. She knew tonight would be no exception.

“You’re sure it’s okay that I tag along?” asked Faith as they made their way to her truck.

“I told you, it’s just a party,” replied Amber, climbing into the passenger seat. “Some guy at school I barely even know. Nobody’s gonna care if you tag along. Besides, you’re my ride.”

Faith gave her younger cousin a smirk and shifted the truck into reverse, backing out of the gravel parking space.

“So you don’t really know this boy, but is anyone else you know gonna be there?” asked Faith once they were down the road.

Amber shrugged. “I’m not sure. Some girls in my English class mentioned it. And Lisa Durham said she’ll probably go.”

Faith scoffed. “That’s not what I mean, Amber. Who cares about them? I mean cute boys.”

Amber made a face, rolling her eyes. “Is that all you care about?”

“When it comes to a party, yes.”

“I don’t even know if it’s that kind of party,” muttered Amber. “I mean, there will be guys there, but...I’m not sure about alcohol. We are a bunch of sophomores, you know.”

“Oh sweetie,” Faith shook her head. “Where there’s guys...there’s alcohol.”

Amber folded her arms across her chest. She hated when Faith called her sweetie. She may have only been fifteen, but she wasn’t stupid. Faith liked to take advantage of her two years a little too much, and it irked Amber to the core.

“Well, if you decide you’re bored with no Senior boys there, let me know. I’ll be by the lemonade.”

Faith side-eyed Amber, knowing a dig when she heard one.

“Is this where I turn?” she asked a mile up the road.

“Uh, yeah.”

As they turned onto the street that lead them into a subdivision, Amber gasped. The entire street was filled with cars parked along the curb. She could already hear music before they even found the house.

“Looks like a party to me!” exclaimed Faith when she found a spot to park. Then she looked at Amber with a toothy grin. “Text me if we get separated and you need me.”

“As if you’ll even reply,” Amber mumbled as she climbed out of the truck.

Harry sat cross-legged at the long table, leaning back in his chair. He watched the faces of the men across from him, knowing their reactions were bound to be less than pleased.

“She’s a country artist, Harry,” argued Tommy. “How does that fit in with you and your fans?”

Harry shrugged. “She’s good. She’s young, but she’s solid. She’s got a fantastic band.”

“There’s no doubt she’s got talent, H,” Jeffrey agreed. “But I thought we were going with someone a little more well-known.”

“I changed my mind,” Harry remarked. “I like this girl. I think she’s got something. And I’d like to be the one to help her get the exposure she deserves. Besides...I don’t think my fans are interested in just one type of music. I like to think they’re more open-minded than that.”

“Good point,” Jeff nodded. He leaned back in his chair, looking between Harry and Tommy who let out a reluctant sigh. “Alright, H. We trust your judgment. Let’s give her a shot.”

The gig in Kansas City had been a decent one. It was in a dive bar, something the band was all too familiar with, but the crowd had seemed to grow since the last one. Radio had been playing their single more, and Amber figured the festival in Nashville had helped as well. One guy in a cowboy hat had been buying Amber drinks all night, and by the end, she was feeling pretty good.

“Thank y’all,” she beamed as the audience cheered.

Taking a long swig from her water bottle, she stepped off the stage. The cowboy made a beeline towards her, stopping her before she reached the backstage door.

“One more drink, darlin’?” he offered, his eyes gazing down her body.

She smiled at him, knowing he had other things in mind than just one more drink. “I think I’ve had enough but thank you.”

“Aw, c’mon, just one. For the road.”

“You heard her, bro, she said she’d had enough.”

Amber turned to see Carter standing behind her, his eyes blazing as he glared at the cowboy.

“What the heck do you know about it, bro?” he mocked, getting into Carter’s personal space. “You her daddy?”

Carter moved slightly, barely making the cowboy flinch. Amber stopped him with her hand on his arm.

“Carter,” she muttered, shaking her head. “It’s okay.”

He stared at her blankly as she grinned back at the other guy. “Maybe one more drink would be nice.”

The cowboy smiled triumphantly as he turned for the bar and Amber followed, leaving Carter dumbfounded and cursing under his breath.

“What was that about?” asked Johnny as he stepped off the stage, his guitar slung over his shoulder.

“Did you see that shit?” Carter turned. “Fucker’s trying to get into her pants.”

“Dude…” Brendan shook his head with exasperation. “Let it go.”

Walking past the other two boys, he opened the backstage door. Dropping onto the worn-out couch, he ran his hand through his hair.

“What’s with you?” asked Carter as he followed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Nothing, man. It’s just some guy buying her drinks. You need to get used to it.”

“Why should I?”

Brendan chuckled. “Because...she’s a good looking girl. She’s twenty-one. She’s got the voice of an angel. She’s gonna have guys coming on to her.”

Johnny stepped around Carter, leaning his guitar against the wall before sitting down next to Brendan.

“He’s right, man. Whatever you guys had...it’s over.”

“She told you?” Carter glared.

“No. She told you. I just happened to hear it.”

Carter scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “She told me just last night she didn’t wanna get drunk anymore, but yet here she is getting drunk with that asshole.”

“Carter, man…” Brendan added with a sigh as he rose from the sofa. “You think you’re the only asshole who’s trying to get into her pants?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carter shot at him. Crossing the room, he pushed the bass player in the chest, pinning him against the wall. Then with his fist in the air and quick breaths, he stared him down, ready to throw the first punch.

“Jesus, Carter, let him go, man!” shouted Johnny.

“Not until he tells me what he fucking means!”

“Carter, seriously dude, get a trip!” cried Brendan, trying his best to break free. “I’m on your side!”

“Doesn’t fucking sound like it!”

“Carter!” Johnny yelled again as he managed to grab the drummer’s fist.

“What the hell is going on?” another voice sounded. All three boys froze as their singer entered the room. “Carter!”

Carter slowly released his grip on Brendan’s shirt, stepping back. Johnny let go of his arm and cleared his throat.

“Sorry you had to see that, Amber,” he said sheepishly.

“See what exactly?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

“Nothing,” Carter shook his head. “Just...a little argument...got out of hand. It’s alright now.”

Amber eyed Brendan who was straightening his shirt. “You sure? Brendan?”

“Oh, um, yeah…” he nodded meekly, giving her a weak reassurance as he looked between her and Carter. “It’s...it’s fine.”

Dropping her shoulders, Amber rolled her eyes and turned back for the door. “We need to start loading up. That is, if you guys can handle it without clawing at each other and acting like babies.”

“Yeah, sure,” muttered Brendan, following her back out to the stage, but not before he gave Carter a serious go-to-hell look.

The band made it back to Amber’s hometown of Perry, Georgia three days later, stopping for one more gig on the way in Alabama. Amber and the boys had been a little perturbed with their road manager, Joel Burkus, before they’d left, wondering why in Sam hell they had several shows in Georgia and the Carolinas, another in Kansas City and finally in Mobile, with nothing in between. At least their last short road tour had been consistent, the stops after only a few hours of travel time.

“We’re trying to make it here, Joel,” remarked Brendan. “Not spending our lives driving here, there and yonder!”

Mr. Burkus had assured them he was trying their best to book them more gigs, but insisted that he wasn’t going to waste time with people who said they’d never heard of them. The band called bullshit, though at that point, there wasn’t much they could do about their manager, and they would just need to settle it after their shows.

It had actually been Amber who’d gotten them a spot at the Nashville festival. Though it had only been one gig, and they’d played for room and board only, she hoped she could continue to book them for more shows that would get them the same kind of exposure, and eventually say goodbye to Mr. Burkus.

“Home sweet home,” Carter announced as he pulled into the gravel driveway next to Amber’s trailer, having already dropped off Brendan and Johnny.

“Hmm,” Amber sounded, gazing out of the window. “Hardly much of a home anymore.”

“Why do you say that?”

Amber turned to look at Carter with a shrug. “I guess I just feel like...since I left, this isn’t really my home anymore. It’s my mom’s and Laci’s. I just come to visit.”

“But isn’t that what you wanted?” asked Carter. “I mean...you still want to make it, right?”

“Yes, of course. I’m not really sad. Just...nostalgic.”

“If you say so,” Carter said with a smirk.

Amber knew he wasn’t being facetious. He just didn’t get it. He grew up with money, his parents had a big house in Macon. He had his own place in another nearby town and up until the band decided to go on the road for the first time, he’d had a good job. The van was even his, though Amber had a feeling his parents had helped him out.

“Well, see ya later,” she said, reaching for the door handle.

“Amber,” Carter muttered, stopping her with his hand on her arm. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for before.”

Amber blinked. “For what exactly?”

“For being an asshole. I kept hoping you’d change your mind about us. And when you didn’t...when you let that guy buy you drinks...I guess I was jealous.”

“Is that why you looked like you were about to punch Brendan’s lights out when I walked in?”

“Yeah.”

“And why you huffed and puffed the entire time we were loading up the van?”

“Yeah.”

“And why you basically gave me the silent treatment all the next day?”

“Yes, Amber, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Carter…” she sighed, looking down at her lap. She thought for a moment, gathering her next words. Then lifting her head, she looked him in the eye. “If you want to be in a band with me...if you still want to be my drummer, I would absolutely love that. You’re amazingly talented, and I truly believe you’re a good person. But you need to let go of these feelings you have for me.”

“Amb-”

“No,” she shook her head, holding her hand up. “Get one thing straight, Carter. What we had...or, what we used to do together...that’s over. I didn’t like the person I was then. I’m trying to get better. I’m not even close yet, I know. But I can’t ever get there if I keep turning back and going down that road.”

“But you said you didn’t wanna drink anymore, and you were drinking with…”

“Stop, Carter. This isn’t about you anymore. Yeah, I had a few drinks, but I didn’t get so wasted, I passed out. I knew my limits. Maybe I shouldn’t have let the guy buy me any drinks, but that’s not for you to decide. Do you get that? I have to make my own decisions. And my decision right now is that you’re my drummer...and my friend...but nothing else. Okay?”

With his jaw set, Carter licked his lips. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Amber nodded curtly before sliding out of the van. Carter jumped out as well, rounding the bumper to open the back. He grabbed Amber’s guitar while she slung her bag over her shoulder.

“I’ll call you if something comes up,” she said.

“Sure.”

As soon as he slammed the door shut, Carter returned behind the wheel and peeled out of the driveway, his tires spinning and leaving dust behind. With a sigh, Amber turned and climbed the steps to her mother’s trailer, knocking on the screen door.

“You silly goose, why’d you knock?” called Pauline as soon as she opened the door. When Amber set down her things inside, mother pulled her daughter into a tight embrace, rocking her side to side. “Oh, I missed you.”

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Amber remarked with a grin.

“Longer than last time, and not as long as the next, so let me get used to saying it.”

The sound of little feet made Amber turn around, and with her arms open wide, she lifted Laci onto her hip.

“What have you been doing, little ballerina?” she asked her, her eyes already welling up with tears.

“Playing!”

“Playing what?”

“Pony and princess!”

“Of course you were,” Amber beamed before placing a tiny kiss on Laci’s tiny nose.

“Her teacher says she’s gotten really good at her A-B-C’s,” conveyed Pauline.

“Really? Let’s hear it! Will you sing with me?”

Laci began her alphabet song, both Amber and Pauline helping when needed. When they reached the end, “next time won’t you sing with me”, Amber twirled Laci around, dropping her onto her back on the sofa and tickling her sides.

“I hear Faith’s coming to town this weekend,” said Pauline when the girls had taken a breath.

“Really? I tried texting her the other day, but she didn’t reply.”

“Maybe she’s busy. She’s gotten a new job in Savannah.”

“Oh, she’s not at the salon anymore?” asked Amber, recalling Faith’s long-time job since she moved away two years ago.

“No she’s still at a salon, just a different one. Margaret said she likes it much better. It’s downtown.”

“Good for her,” Amber remarked.

Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling it out, Amber noticed an unknown number on the screen, one that had phoned a few times in the last couple days. Curious, and ready to give whomever was on the other line a piece of her mind, she decided to answer this time.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Amber Crosby?” the voice asked. A male voice.

“Maybe. Who’s asking?”

“Hi, Ms. Crosby. This is Jeffrey Azoff from Full Stop Management. How are you today?”

“Um...I’m fine,” she answered hesitantly. Giving Pauline a gesture, she took the phone to her bedroom down the hall. “How are you?”

“I’m great. But I must say, you’re a difficult woman to get a hold of.” Jeffrey let out a low chuckle, though Amber noted a slight tone of annoyance. Though the name sounded familiar, she couldn’t quite pinpoint where she’d heard it before.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Azoff,” she said. “I’ve been...out of town and I don’t always answer my phone...especially to a number I don’t recognize.”

“I understand. I also tried contacting your manager...a Mr. Joel Burkus?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Unfortunately he’s not answering any of my calls. But because this is your private number, I felt it best not to discuss business with your voicemail.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Azoff?” Amber questioned.

“Jeff, please.”

“Jeff. What exactly is this regarding?”

“Oh, pardon me. I suppose I should get to the point. I represent Harry Styles. I understand you and your band performed at the Nashville Summertime Festival?”

Jeffrey Azoff. Of course, Amber thought. He was Harry’s manager.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, Harry told me he liked what he heard from you,” said Jeff. “We sat together and he played me some of your music, and I can see why he said that.”

“Oh,” Amber sounded, already feeling her cheeks getting warm. “Thank you. I’m flattered.”

“I know it’s a bit unorthodox, and a little last minute, but Harry has made it his mission to get you to be his opening act for the American leg of his tour.”

“Are you serious?” Amber blurted, unable to control the word vomit.

Jeffrey chuckled. “Dead serious, Ms. Crosby. In fact, Harry would like to speak with you about it on the phone as well. That is, after you’ve accepted, of course.”

“Oh my God!”

“I will give you some time to think about it,” offered Jeffrey. “And discuss it with your band. But Harry wishes to talk to you personally before the end of the weekend.”

“Okay,” Amber managed to breathe.

“Would you mind if I pass your number on to him?”

“Oh! Oh, of course, yes, that’s fine. I’d love to talk to him, too.”

“Good,” Jeff said with a smile in his voice. “I really hope we can work something out between us. Which reminds me. Ms. Crosby, how satisfied are you with your current management?”

Amber sat down on her bed for the first time since entering her room.

“To tell you the truth, Mr….um Jeff, things are...rocky to put it mildly.”

“I see. Well, after you speak with Harry, I’d be happy to have another chat with you. How does that sound?”

“Yes, sir, that sounds great.”

“Please, Amber, call me Jeff,” he insisted.

“Amber!” Pauline called from the living room. “We have company!”

Amber laid her guitar she’d been playing on the bed and combed her fingers through her hair. “Company” usually meant family or one of Pauline’s friends. The only other people who ever came by were her bandmates, and she’d just met with them the day before at Johnny’s apartment. She’d told them about her phone conversation with Jeffrey Azoff, and though they were a bit apprehensive about performing in front of a large crowd of mostly young women who were only there for a certain ex-boybander, they were ecstatic to have a legitimate gig, a touring gig. She had yet to hear from Harry himself, but Jeff had said he’d call before Sunday night, and it was only Saturday.

Making her way down the hall, she heard an all-too familiar voice, and as she rounded the corner she caught sight of the dark hair.

“Faith!”

Setting down Laci whom she’d been holding, her cousin stepped forward and gave her a hug.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve missed you,” she declared in her ear.

“Me too,” said Amber, letting the sweetie remark slide this once. “How’s Savannah?”

“Ah-ma-zing!” exclaimed Faith. “You should totally move there, Ambs.”

“Um...can’t,” she shoved her hands in her pockets. “I sort of live on the road now?”

“Oh right. The music thing. How’s that going?” Faith sat down on the couch next to Pauline, pushing her long hair off her shoulders.

“Pretty good, actually?” she wasn’t sure why all her points were coming out as questions, but she’d forgotten how obtuse Faith could be. “I have a song on the radio. It just made the top twenty.”

“No shit? How about that. Sorry, I hardly ever listen to the radio anymore.”

Unable to hide her disgust, Amber crossed her arms and turned for the kitchen, rolling her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to tell her?” asked Pauline.

“Tell me what?” urged Faith.

Amber grabbed a banana from the counter and eyed her mother with a piercing glare. But she seemed oblivious.

“She might be going on tour with Harry Styles!” cheered Pauline.

“Mom!”

“What?”

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Faith gasped.

“It’s not set in stone yet,” explained Amber. “But I’ve been talking to him and his manager.” She figured Faith didn’t need to know all the details.

“But I thought you sang country music. He was in a pop band.”

“Apparently he likes my style,” Amber couldn’t help but jab with a wink before she took a bite from her banana.

“Well shit!” said Faith, throwing her hands up. “Who knew?”

She’d missed his call. She wanted to kick herself. It was another unknown number displayed on her phone, but Amber knew it was him.

Not wanting to spend the rest of the evening making herself sick over it, she tried her best to focus on her music, on a new song she’d been writing. After an hour or so, it wasn’t working, so she put down her guitar and went into Laci’s room. She sat on the floor coloring in a book.

“That’s so pretty!” she exclaimed, pointing at the picture.

“Butterfly!” declared Laci.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful butterfly.”

Laci rose from the floor and began flapping her arms, pretending to fly. Once she decided she was tuckered out, she plopped herself back down next to Amber. Then she handed her a crayon.

“You color, too!”

“Okay, don’t mind if I do. What should I color, Lace?”

Laci hummed to herself for a moment, turning pages in her book. Settling on two pictures side by side that hadn’t been colored yet, she looked up at Amber.

“I color the bird, you color the bear.”

“Hmm, but bears are brown or black,” said Amber. “You gave me an orange crayon.”

Laci shrugged. “Him a orange bear.”

Giggling, Amber nodded and got to work. “Alright then. Orange bear it is.”

Halfway through coloring Mr. Orange Bear, Amber’s phone rang. Nearly jumping, she looked at her phone to see the unknown caller again.

“Lace, I have to take this call, but I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘kay.”

Slipping out of Laci’s room, Amber quickly swiped the screen so the call wouldn’t go to voicemail.

“Hello?” she greeted just as she made it to her bedroom and shut the door.

“Hello, Amber,” said the deep voice with a British accent. “This is Harry Styles.”

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11/2000 - Metal Hammer Whatever Happened To Katie…“ 

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO KATIE JANE?

Chaotic, Intriguing, Fetish obsessed and dangerous - Just some of the terms recently used to describe London four piece Queen Adreena. Pete Wadeson explores the warped mind of vocalist and original riot grrrl Katie Jane Garside.

Exciting, emotionally charged gigs that teeter close to the shambolic have created a buzz around Queen Adreena, not seen since anarcho-grindsters Daisy Chainsaw rattled walls of the pubs and clubs in the early nineties. No suprise then that vocalist Katie Jane Garside also fronted the aformentioned band. With her gutteral howl and unpredicatable Iggy-style stage performances, offset by long blonde dreadlocks and ripped antique dresses, the band not only rattled venue walls but also airwaves thanks to their suprise top 40 single Love Your Money. Refusing to sell-out by playing the game with the lip-synching manufactured pop posturing hype-machines (they turned down a TOTP performance) it was hardly suprising Daisy Chainsaw - sooner rather than later self imploded. Tensions, particularybetween Garside and guitarist Crispin Gray, although always turbulent, finally snapped in 1993. Garside by her own admission was lurching close to a breakdown having said of the time “If I hadn’t left it would have killed me. I was trying to make something mine that wasn’t mine. Because I didn’t write the songs I could never give enough, never go far enough. I couldn’t bleed in words, I couldn’t bleed in lyrics - I could only bleed in performance and that meant attacking me, literally.” A fact all to evident to anyone who witnessed the band live at the time.

Well, that was then and this is now as they say. So whatever happened to Katie Jane? It’s been seven long years since the Chainsaw’s final massacre and through the filth and fury Katie Jane has fought inner demons to return to the fray with a new band, that consists of cross dressing bassist Orson Wajih, drummer Billy Freedom and amazingly old sparring partner and guitarist Crispin Gray. Proof positive that Garside and Gray have a bond that lasts far beyond the trials and tribulations that forced them apart and seemingly bears testament to the fact the Daisy Chainsaw legacy is relevant to the present.

“Daisy Chainsaw relate absolutely to the present in the sense that I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing now if I hadn’t done what I did then. It’s a page in my diary. I come from the school of no choice, I think theres no such thing as choices as everything that I do right this moment is created by everything that I do right this moment is created by everything I did before that, Queen Adreena is the next chapter of the book.”

Virtually impossible to catagorise, the bands debut album ‘Taxidermy’ released on Blanco Y Negro, bears witness that somebody somewhere believes in the band big time. Whilst Queen Adreena are a tight, musically accomplished unit equally at home mixing hard edge punky riffs and haunting melodies with the occasional psychedelic soundscape, it’s Katie’s inexplicable presence that draws the eye and attention of public and media alike. Her sexuality is obvious in the way she looks, dresses and lyrically voices her views on the world she perceives. So is what we see manufactured for the public consumption or the real Katie Jane Garside?

“No, who do you think came up with this look? What you see is what you get. I think the most truthful performance should involve a little bit of altered state and transcendence but I think while performing you just get magnified. I live under the microscope when I perform. Everything that’s tiny gets big.”

But what influences the complexity of Garside’s musical visions? “I always cite white noise as my biggest influence, it’s the sound of the sea, the sound of the wind, it’s everywhere. That sound sends me into a complete trance. I find it a very beautiful thing. But i don’t separate things. Music to date has been my focus and it’s given me my sanctity; it protects me. I’m doing what time tells me to do, if it works it works, if it doesn’t then it’s not for the want of trying because we work really hard.” This work ethic has seen Queen Adreena visit the States which was an eye opening experience for Katie Jane.

“I used to find it very frightening as there’s no control there, but its also very exciting. Sometimes life of the edge of the cliff’s a lot healthier, theres a brutal honesty to it. L.A.’s extraordinary, we played the Viper Room but it was very strange - New York suited us better, its darker and grittier.” By her own admission Katie’s honesty and previous naivety is the result of an up bringing whereupon she moved frequently, even spending years with her family sailing around the world. Hardly suprising Katie has a myriad of experiences, dreams and imaginings to slip in and out off to fuel her eclectic lyricism. Some may say even the fragile hold she has on reality. “I’m a child of the sea - because i lived on a boat for a long time. When i came back i went to a really hardcore secondary modern school so i changed from being this innocent person not understanding the norm and how you should behave to knowing how you should be. Sexuality became quite fetishised for me - it became quite distorted. I think it is for everybody, but it’s all behind closed doors. I like to magnify that world, i wear it on the outside.”

The facet of Garside is highlighted in the short Black and White film, which is included on the debut album. In this bizarre visual experience Katie can be seen naked riding guitarist Gray who crawls on all fours with a big between his teeth. In the past Katie has been accused of being fascinated by the fetish world, this would seem to be proof of that - is she obsessed? “Yes I am, because I think there’s a lot of truth down there, there’s a lot of truth under the floorboards. We’re animals, we’re blood. There’s a thin veneer of control. "At risk of saying something very dangerous there’s a tribe in Africa where children’s sexuality is completely out in the open and they’re not discouraged from being sexual and it’s numbered as one of the only tribes in the whole world that’s not been to war.”

Unconventional!? Maybe, but Katie’s obviously not afraid to voice her opinion. Suprisingly though, Ms Garside readily admits finding it hard to deal with 'real’ life. “I can’t define the difference between imagination, fantasy and so called real life. I think that’s why I do what I do, dancing around on stage showing my knickers,” She laughs, Katie Jane doesn’t seem to laugh a lot but when she does it’s very infectious. She continues “But it’s playing live where i feel most comfortable. Because I have led an isolated life I was rapidly in danger of not being here. I don’t find communication on a mundane level in day-to-day life easy. I perform to understand myself, i write songs to understand myself.”

Though she denies it, Katie’s had more than a little influence on the whole riot grrrl scene. In particular Courtney Love, who has pinpointed Katie Jane as one of the 3 women who paved the way for the whole phenomena, Katie seems equally enamoured with Courtney. “I think Courtney is stunning, she’s undeniable, she’s an archtypal force, a goddess. She’s Kali!” gushes Garside. “You can draw a parallel to what I said earlier. Everything that Courtney is, is a result of what happened before. Why should she keep ploughing the same furrow year after year? the fact she’s survived is extraordinary, so all power to her - she can do no wrong.”

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She

Part two.

You'd follow her band from the start. Each show, each era, you were there. Was she ever going to see you as more than just a groupie?

Fem!Reader x Woman Jake Kiszka

[a/n : short chapter, sorry about that. i’m trying to find motivation to write some more. i love u guys so much. plz send feedback about this fic!! i want to know if i should continue it!]

The Night of the Record Signing. A year after the first night.

“Lovey, you’ll never guess the phone call I just received.” Josie said as she placed her hand on your shoulder.

You looked up at her with curiosity, what could she possibly mean by that? Josie really enjoyed your company, from what you could see. She’d often invite you out to come to the bar with them, and she’d ask you to come with her every time she’d get her nails done. She said girl time is important to her, and having close friends is a great value in her life.

“What?” You’d respond. She climbed over the couch and sat next to you, bringing her knees to her chest.

“So you know how we had a show last night?”

You nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“One of the guys in attendance is friends with someone from a recording label. He recorded us playing and sent it to his buddy. We have an appointment with them later!” She clasped her hands together.

“Oh my god! Josie! That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you and the band.” You smiled and pulled her in for a hug. She immediately held you closer as she giggled.

“I’m so excited and nervous. I really hope they sign us, lovey. Will you come with us? Be our manager or something.” she chuckled.

“They will. And of course.” You nodded, squeezing her shoulder.

⋆✧☆✧⋆

The five of you walked outside of the huge building. The anticipation was building as the band had not told you if they were signed or not.

“Let’s get margs.” Josie said, twirling her necklace as she looked at you and then the group.

“Cmon…. don’t leave me hanging” You sighed, shooting them a hopeful look.

“Should we tell her?” Samantha said, biting her bottom lip as she waited for a response from Jade.

This was Jade’s band. She always got the final word. She looked at you and ruffled her hair, looking at her twin and then back at you.

And she didn’t have to say anything. The smile that appeared on her lips was your answer.

⋆✧☆✧⋆

“Cheers to the amazing musicians and singers in front of me!” You smiled, holding up your margarita. They all cheered with you as you celebrated together.

“I can’t believe it. We’re a band with a contract. We’re signed by a record label.” Jade spoke as she twirled her straw in her drink.

“I’m so proud of us.” Danielle said, and Samantha nodded in agreement.

“You’ve all come so far, really.” You spoke, taking a sip from your drink.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, dear lovey.” Josie giggled and Jade left out a sigh before taking a sip of her drink before turning her head to face her twin.

“You gotta stop calling her that, Jos.” Jade said softly, mixing her drink with her straw.

“Oh come on, I don’t think she minds.” She smiled. “She must know why we call her that, no?” She turned her head a little with curiosity. Her eyes kind yet… almost challenging.

“I.. um I don’t.. Actu-” You start.

“We all see your lovey dovey eyes on Jade. Cooonstantly.” Sam giggles. You feel your heart sink. “I mean sure she's pretty I guess, but you're like, obsessed with her.” She continued. You looked down at your drink and avoided eye contact.

“Oh.” You replied, but you don't think any of them heard you.

“Jade don’t you remember after that first show? ‘it’s like she’s never seen a female guitarist before, so weird’ remember?”She laughed. No one else at the table laughed.

“Let’s get some water in ya, hm?” You heard Jade say, and the scrape of her chair against the wood floors of the old bar. You drank the rest of your drink in three sips, wiped your mouth with your napkin and looked at Josie.

“I’m tired. Gonna head home. Night, ladies.” You spoke quickly, not wanting them to hear your voice crack. They said their goodbyes, their voices soft except for Samantha who was still giggling.

JADE

“What the hell is wrong with you, Sam!” You raised your voice a little, thanks to the loud ambiance of the bar you weren’t causing a scene.

“Oh come onnn, she had to know.” She giggled as you handed her a glass of water.

“There could have been another way of informing her, don’t you think?” You sighed, resting your back against the bar, your head turned to Sam which sat on a stool.

“I mean… don’t you find it creepy? I thought it bothered you.” She said, taking a sip of her water.

“I guess.. At first it bothered me, but now I’ve grown to quite like it..” You sighed, looking over to her as she stood up from your booth and walked out the door. “Maybe a little too much.” You said, under your breath.

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[ronanceautistic]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @goonflower

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay so literally my only WIP is trapped between two lungs but I’ll list a few ideas I’ve been thinking about

- trapped between two lungs (duh), I’m almost entirely done with chapter 22 but I’ll hold off on posting for a few days because it’s literally been a day since Ch21

-i’ve been watching Dimension 20 Sophomore Year which is kinda making me think about Ronance fantasy/D&D esque thoughts. High elf Nancy, Pirate Robin maybe, see the vision

-Ednancy siblings. Karen dating bad boy Al and golden child Ted almost back to back, finding out she’s pregnant and choosing the well respected option, never truly knowing for sure if Nancy is his or not. Nancy is too curious for her own good and bam she’s got an older half brother.

-Platonic stancy A Silent Voice. It will Never get written but I’m kinda feral over the idea of (movie spoilers) Steve being Nancys ex bully (canon), turned friend, turned the guy that literally saves her life. But again, never getting written because I don’t know the logistics of it because I’d either have to make Nancy deaf (not against the idea but I am not deaf and don’t know how to approach writing it well) or take away a huge part of the movie, so yeah.

-There was a fic I planned in Aug 22 that had a huge ass lore dump on the Wheelers family tree that I’ve kept in my head ever since, in which Vecna and Nancy are… give me a second… third cousins once removed. It’s like the weakest family connection known to man but you Know Nancy is gonna obsess over it for the rest of her life.

-Post S4 Nancy finds a stray cat, takes it home, Karen makes her take it to a shelter, but Mike convinces her to let Nancy keep it. It’s cute but I’ve never had the motivation to do anything with it.

-Guitarist Nancy but this is PURELY because I am completely feral over the concept of Nancy in Prince’s Purple Rain outfit. The only way this vision could satisfy my brain is with fan art and I suck at drawing

Can’t be bothered to tag anyone so you are all tagged!

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Dating Game

Episode One

Charlie goes on Dating Game to finally find someone. Who will she end up with?

Dating Game

“Helloooooooooo party people!” The bubbly blonde skipped excitedly to center stage from her place behind the curtains, her silver haired companion striding gracefully to her side.

“Mon dieu, Mon ami, you need to remember the proper show opening one of these days.” The man sighed, directing a dazzling smile to the camera.

The blonde just giggled, playfully knocking his shoulder, “Don’t you worry about it, babe! And to all you lovely people, we welcome you as we welcome our contestants to the Dating Game!”

The frenchman rolled his eyes, but his smirk didn’t falter, “We are your hosts! My name is Youcef, and this is Chelsea.”

“And now we’re going to meet our lucky singles!” Chelsea released a high pitched squeal as Youcef tried to keep his wince suppressed- he didn’t fully succeed and hoped the camera didn’t pick it up clearly.

Youcef nodded toward the background as he pulled out index cards, handing half to Chelsea, the curtains pulling back to revealing four men sitting to the right side of a wall, “First up, we have Timothy Pritchard. Tim is an aspiring rap star, knowledgeable in Spanish history, and a popular DJ.” The short man waved to the crowd, his thumb and pinkie out as he shook his fist- the Shaka gesture- with a grin.

“And next,” Chelsea continued as Tim opened his mouth, cutting him off before he had a chance to speak when he wasn’t supposed to, “We have Gary Rennell! This boy is a crane operator from Chatham who loves his nan and likes to solve puzzles in his spare time.” The bulky blonde sat third in the line up with his elbows leaning on his thighs, sending a wave and a smile to the camera.

“Following suit,” Youcef spoke up, “We have a music shop owner who likes comic- I’m sorry, graphic novels, and lazing about at home? People usually embellish when trying to get a date, non?” Chelsea giggled as Youcef shook his head, gesturing to a smirking man with facial hair and long auburn hair pulled into a bun, “Please welcome, Seb Katopodis.”

Chelsea grinned, “And taking up the rear of our list we have Rohan Seclan! An acrobat with a degree in psychology that performs shows with a local circus during his time off!”

“And I am sure our lovely audience wonders why we’ve done these introductions out of order,” Youcef gestured to the stage wings on the opposite side of the wall from the boys, “Well, in a moment our stunning contestant is going to come out- and while she has heard their introductions, she is not allowed to address them by name. As I am sure most of you are aware from seeing the show before, if not here is a run down for you.”

Youcef bowed sharply, hand extending to Chelsea who energetically pointing to the boys, “Bachelors one through four based on the seat they chose when they walked onto the stage- she will be blindly asking them questions and choosing the candidate based only on their answers!”

“That is one way to get a blind date, non?” Youcef paused as the audience members laughed goodnaturedly, “Now please welcome to the stage, a studio guitarist with an obsession in astronomy and degree in Greek mythology and lore, the one of a kind Charlie Bismuth!”

Dozens of eyes shifted to the left side of the stage as a girl with deep black hair made her way out, her boots thumping lightly against the wood. She awkwardly grinned, waving shyly at the people as she pulled on her skirt over her torn fishnets, her oversized black sweater covering her palms. Chelsea grinned as Charlie picked up the microphone waiting for her, “Are you ready for this, babe?”

Charlie laughed, running her fingers through her hair as she pushed it back, “Not even a little bit, let’s get started!” She clapped her free hand on her thigh, staring up at Youcef.

The Frenchman raised an eyebrow, “You ask the questions, Mon Cher.”

“Oh.” Charlie blinked, “I should’ve prepared for this more.” She heard a snort on the other side of the wall and it made her laugh, “Let’s start easy, do you have any pets number… let’s say number three?”

Gary perked up, “Yeah, I have a German shepherd named Luke, and I help care for my nan’s older black lab, Leia .”

“Cute!” Charlie grinned, “What about number two?”

Seb glanced at the other boys before he realized that was his number, “Oh, uh, I have a cat. Doom.”

“Is it fluffy?” Charlie asked curiously, “All the best cats are fluffy.”

Seb snorted, “Yeah, she’s fluffy. Gets hair on everything.”

“Perfect.” Charlie chuckled, “Let’s see… number one, what’s your favorite kind of music?”

“Hip hop!” Tim answered, wide grin on his face.

Charlie made a considering face, “Not bad. What about you number three?”

“Rock.” Gary answered immediately, and Charlie heard immediate chaos break out behind the wall when Seb snorted. “What?”

“It’s just… we’re looking at ya, mate.” Tim answered with an amused tone, “I wouldn’t say rock is the first thing coming to mind.”

“Absolutely not.” Rohan giggled, “I think we’re all thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah, country roads, take him home,” Seb quipped.

“Okay, yeah, fine!” Gary huffed, “I listen to Garth Brooks sometimes. And Shania Twain knows how to drop a tune. And if Brantley Gilbert turns on, it’s not like I’ll reach to turn it off. And when I’m at work I might listen to the Star Wars soundtrack and pretend I’m in the Millenium Falcon. Or-“

“Mon dieu, Mon ami,” Youcef cut in, “That is enough! We get it.”

Chelsea poured up at Youcef, “I think he has more to list.”

“Non, we have all heard plenty.” The Frenchman rolled his eyes, gesturing to Charlie, who cackled, to ask the next question.

“Okay,” The guitarist grinned as she heard the same man on the other side mumbling about ‘that French bastard’, “Is he pouting? I bet he’s pouting.”

“Am not!”

“He so is.” Seb cackled next to him.

“Marvelous. Okay…number four, we haven’t heard from you yet, tell me what you have useless knowledge about.”

“… I’m sorry?”

“Oh come on,” Charlie laughed, “We all have that thing, something that is absolutely useless in daily life but we have a ridiculous amount of knowledge on it. Mine is a crime show that ended back in the two thousands. Used to watch it with my mum. I can walk into any episode and name it and the killer within five seconds. What’s yours?”

There was silence for a few seconds before the answer came, “Circus performers.”

“Oooh, niche, I love it. What about you number two?”

“Thanks to my best mate’s girl I know more about glass blowing than I ever intended to.” He grumbled.

“Boooooooo,” Charlie called out, “That’s her information. I want yours.”

“Uh, I guess Viking history? I studied it a lot cause it annoyed my parents.”

“Better.” Charlie confirmed, “Number one, name a guilty pleasure movie you will only watch alone.”

“Oh, shit, uh,” she could him muttering under his breath when he didn’t quite pull his mic away, “I guess… ugh, I hate that I’m admitting this, Ten Things I Hate About You.”

“Ha!” Charlie slapped a hand over her mouth to hold the laugh in.

She could see Youcef looking him up and down, “Mon ami, honestly?”

“Yeah, I know I don’t look like it. An ex made me watch it, and I just love Heath Ledger.”

Charlie had to take a minute before she could stop laughing long enough to ask the next question, “Number four, do you read?”

“Do I read or can I read? Two very different questions.”

She could hear a muttered ‘oh, god’ before she replied, “Answer both.”

“Can I? Yes. Do I? Only street signs and stupid Reddit posts on my phone.”

“No books?”

“If the book is good, they’ll make a movie about it.”

“And that rousing answer marks our time for questions,” Youcef interrupted as Charlie opened her mouth.

“Wait seriously? That’s it?” Charlie looked absolutely panicked, “I have to pick just on that?”

“Oui, Mon Cher. Who will it be?”

“Fu- I mean, dang, I don’t know! I feel like I didn’t learn anything!”

“Learning about them isn’t really the name of the game, babes,” Chelsea grinned sympathetically, “Who will you choose for your date, and who will you send home?”

“Uhm, number two? Of the questions I asked, I liked his answers the most. Plus I could hear his added commentary.”

“Number two- Sebastian ‘Seb’ Katopodis!” Chelsea clapped her hands giddily, and motioned for the man in question to come around the wall.

Charlie forgot she was still holding the microphone, “Oh holy shit, he’s hot.” Good he confused expression in his face melted into a smirk.

“You’re not looking too bad either.”

“Boo!” The voice came from behind the wall, “You couldn’t think of something better, mate? That was awful.”

“Bite me, ya knob.”

“No thanks! I think that’s her job now!”

Charlie fell into laughter. She might not have picked him, and she didn’t regret it as she watched the flush creep up Seb’s neck, but she wondered if she was allowed to be friends with number one.

Dating Game Masterlist

Masterlist

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new jersey

Benny fucking hates New Jersey. Rightfully so. They’re New Yorks younger, stupider brother—and South Jersey was worse for some reason. They’ve an adapted version of his Queens accent, but nastier. An underserving amount of pride that they have gas attendants and that The Jersey shore was filmed on the Jersey shore (where the fuck else would it be filmed? Ben wonders, if not the fucking Jersey shore?) If you didn’t mind stepping on glass and getting harassed by people living under the boardwalk, the beach was—no. Benny fucking hates New Jersey.

There’s that classic saying; I left all my exes in dead in Texas. Well, Ben dated a girl from Ocean City for a minute and it was the worst minute of his life. So he has absolutely no love for Atlantic City, but an East Coast Tour for Ratspit doesn’t exist without a pit stop in New Jersey. Go figure.

But, overall, it wasn’t the worst night he’d had since joining security for the band. Tino ran such a tight crowd it was hard for things to go wrong; Xavier’s muscular handsome self by the stage looking menacing (when he wasn’t turning his chin over his shoulder and looking moony at Ratspits drummer). Ben was making sure front line row didn’t spill over and start climbing the stage to yank little Lark right off and snap him in two with horny Ratspit obsession.

Still. Ben was tired. He was fucking sore and his ears were ringing; because even the little pink plugs he’d gotten for himself didn’t drown out the music—that he did not care for—well enough. But he’d promised Xavier that he’d meet him at the bar anyway. And as much as Ben loved to break a promise—and often did—he found himself wandering to the airdropped location anyway. Grumbling as he went that Xavier was even lucky he had his phone on him to follow the directions. Even luckier that he was mostly just hungry enough for dive bar food.

Ben pushes the door open exactly as someone stumbles out, reeking of vodka. He watches them tumble down the sidewalk, their little intoxicated dance briefly amusing before he slips his lean body into the yawning open door. He’s met instantly by the stereotypical volume, all those horrible Jersey accents and the promising smell of terrible greasy food.

Xavier’s easy to spot. Had snagged himself a spot at the bar, long body hunched over a terrible looking mess of nachos. He sits directly under the television, eyes up and glazed over. Benny is not surprised that a hockey game is on. Xavier could go a fourteen hour shift standing on hot coals and find time for fucking hockey. Masshole loser. Ben dodges others in the bar, unafraid to put hands on people to slightly angle them out of the way or get him closer.

“Are they winning?” Ben asks, squeezing his way next to Xavier. A pretty blond girl momentarily looks to see whose shoving up behind her and then immediately looks away from Benny at the sight of his sneering grin. Benny turns his attention back to his friend and coworker; runs a hand right up from the nape of the red heads neck to the top of his head, shaking it back and forth a little as his fingers grip into Xavier’s hair. Xavier tilts his head to smile at Benny.

“Absolutely fucking not, dude. I’m miserable.” Xavier scoops a nacho and shoves it into his mouth. “Fanks for comin’,” he continues as he chews.

“Where’s your plu-plus one?”

Because Xavier had not asked just for company. He’d mostly cornered Benny after the show and all but begged him to tag along; because when he’d told Benji he was going to a bar after the show to watch his stupid game, Benji had declined to come. Normal behavior from that prickly bastard. Something about resting up before tomorrow, hanging out with the giant guitarist. No doubt the terror that was their bassist would find a way in on that; whole trio of terrifying in his opinion.

But when Benji had declined, his visitor had not. The new guy. Well. Not really. Not part of the band or crew; just a friend from the UK that was bored for the summer and decided to tag along on the tail end before they went back together. Which was fine, sure. But this was not just a friend.

Best friends, Xavier had said in a panicked voice, clutching Ben’s shoulders. Like, their parents knew each other before they were even born, best friends. And he wants to hang out with me. I can’t be alone with him, I’ll say something stupid.

Benny thought having nearly his entire throat columned in bruises from Benji’s lips and teeth made him look stupid already in front of the knew-each-other-since-birth best friend. But he’d agreed to come, because Maran was interesting. He was pretty and interesting—which were two very good combinations as far as Benny was concerned. And he���d not gotten a real chance to interact with him. Seemed like he was having a good time in America so far if the way Ratspit’s little social media manager looked stumbling from a supply closet had anything to say about it.

“He went to the bathroom a minute ago. He was drilling me,” Xavier mumbles to his nachos. Crunch, crunch, crunch.

“Nice,” Benny replies with a slippery grin that makes Xavier’s eyes roll.

“He’s—”

“Coming.”

“Nice,” Xavier says this time instead, nodding and grinning with all his pretty teeth. Ben’s turn to roll his eyes and lift a lazy hand to point toward the end of the bar, where Maran’s shaking hands out. He can see they’re a little wet—shitty bathroom probably didn’t have paper towels. Lucky if it had soap.

Maran doesn’t look out of place in the bar; which is odd because he’s wearing a faded Kirby t-shirt underneath an oversized black jean jacket, sleeves cuffed. Not really Atlantic City, New Jersey fucking fit. He feels like Maran should look out of place and not just because of the outfit. Like there should be a giant neon sign over his head that says BRITISH, or something. NOT PART OF THE BAND. JUST VISITING. JUST A GUY! He seems to part through a crowd effortlessly, squeeze himself in between people to speak to the bartender.

And she looks all too happy to help, leaned over close, ear bent his way as though the volume was that bad.

Benny rubs a hand over the back of his neck and looks away.

—

He gets stuck there with the bartender at first. Caught up in a real long conversation, with her leaning half over the bar to hear Maran better. Him sitting in the stool, an idle finger toying with a straw in a drink. Until the womans back up is huffing, puffing, practically pissing herself tending the busy counter herself—then when she slinks away, the man comes up.

Maran gets caught again. Xavier doesn’t seem to notice—not maliciously. His pond colored eyes stay up, flicker back and forth between the men on the screen, distracted enough that he nearly misses his mouth with another nacho. Ben’s more of a baseball guy, but that’s not the real reason he can’t seem to focus on the game. He stands beside Xavier with his back to the bar, elbows laid back lazily, and his head tilted toward the end.

It’s just—it’s very obvious by the mans posture. That half lean, that sort of hunch forward. He’s shorter than Maran and but he stands so he can be taller. He’s patted Xavier’s boyfriend’s best fucking friend no less than three times on the shoulder. So, it’s obvious that he’s flirting with Maran. It’s not obvious that Maran is flirting back. Or, as Benny watches, chewing the inside of his cheek, pale eyes hooded, it’s rather—it doesn’t seem like Maran is flirting at all.

Ben hadn’t shared more than one word with him. Well, Maran had shared a word. Alright? He’d said it when they’d almost accidentally bumped into each other backstage. Benny carrying those big rope dividers with a roadie (and he liked helping them out because no one fucking else did) and walking backward and him scooting around. Alright? In that accent, with that big smile on his face. Effortless. Easy going. Natural. I’m just a guy! Just here visiting! Having fun!

He’d not been able to say anything. Just kept walking, staring at Maran turning back around to continue on. Had left a strange feeling right up inside his rib cage.

Benny shoves his should into Xavier’s to pry his attention from the bar television. A quick glance shows that his team is losing anyway—which is good. Xavier in a foul mood could be good for Benny tonight. The red head lolls his head to the side, a nacho raised to his mouth and his eyes bored and sleepy.

“You—You think you could take that guy in a—a fight?” He gestures to the man down the bar, next to Maran. The one standing when Maran is sitting, the one whose been bumping his shoulder closer, whose been leaning in. While Maran has that sweet, humored look on his admittedly beautiful face. The stranger is thick in the shoulders, t-shirt tight enough to strain around his biceps. Xavier tilts his head back and forth, chews the nacho open mouth and obnoxious.

Then he smiles. Because his team is losing and he’s tired and he should have just stayed in with Benji.

“Yeah,” he answers confidently. Benny believes him.

“So—So if I get into a fight, you’re ba-backing me up, right?”

“Are you starting a fight?”

Benny unzips his bomber jacket and tosses it over the bar stool next to Xavier. Underneath, he’s thrown on some shitty printed loose fitting button up that cuts a little too short above his belt line. He makes sure the top few buttons are undone, yanks at the collar enough to show the scorpion on his neck. He takes the time to brush his hand back through his hair a few times, making the blond mop messy. Then he looks at Xavier and smiles. It’s not a mirror image because Xavier is handsome. He smiles with all his teeth and people swoon.

But Ben smiles like he knows the right color wire to cut for a bomb. And he isn’t going to fucking tell anyone. He smiles like he’s going to be a problem.

“Maybe.”

—

When he shoves his way toward them, people part easier than they had before. Benny knows he looks terrible. He’s got bruises under his eyes like someone pressed fingerprints there, and he’s pale to start. Under the bar lights, he’s even more washed out. His blue eyes don’t always look pretty, most of the time they look a little eerie—he’d made his hair look even worse, and even though he’s in clean clothes, the shirt’s print is off putting and his jeans have holes in the knees. He’s fucking covered in tattoos and none of them are artistic or pretty.

So when he gets there and immediately pushes his way between Maran and The Stranger to get the bartenders attention, the way the man flinches backward is not entirely surprisingly.

“Bud Lite, thanks.” It’s the same one that had been occupying Maran’s time before the man and she seems just as wary of Benny. But when he tilts his face to the side, Benji’s sweet visitor hasn’t moved all that much. Despite the closeness of their bodies, the way Benny is hunched over the bar between the two men, Maran hasn’t backed away. He sits with his hands wrapped around the edge of the stool, feet kicking a little rhythm on the stool bar. Fucking cute. Benny’s eyes trail up from those dirty white converses to his face.

Then he turns fully to face Jersey Shore.

“Go away,” Benny says simply, tapping his tattooed knuckles on the bar.

“The fuck?”

“Go.” He leans forward slightly, chin tucked down, pale eyes forward. “Away.”

And New Jersey gets angry then, starts talking louder, gesturing over Benny’s shoulder to Maran; who he hears laughs a little. It’s soft, under his breath, like maybe he’s trying to keep it contained. Benny can’t reply—well, he has a ton of retorts in mind. He could tell the guy to fuck off, die, your mother, all the good classic nonsense yelled back during verbal altercations. But ‘f’ and ‘y’ have always been problematic for him since he’d developed his stutter. And he’s trying for the persona route before Xavier has to get involved.

Because it’s usually easier to end fights before they start. It’s usually easier to look scarier than it is to actually enforce being scary.

So instead of saying anything he inhales deeply, exhales as he rolls his eyes to the ceiling. Then he snaps his fingers in front of the mans face a few times to get him to shut up, stunned and bewildered. With a quick side sweeping gesture, Benny throws his hand out toward the door.

“Go away,” Benny repeats instead of all the pent up insults he’d love to throw.

His pint of beer gets put on the bar top the exact same time he speaks. Benny goes for it, but before he gets a chance, Maran’s Stranger reaches instead. He swipes it toward himself and spits into the foam; then shoves it forward with a delighted, disgusted expression on his face.

“Fuck you, you fucking weirdo.” Benny recognizes the slur in his words. Drunker than he’d looked, underneath that Jersey Shore tan. His cheeks are ruddy and a bead of sweat rolls down from his temple. Ben leans against the bar with his hip, one of his flat to the bar. His fingers drum. The man glances down at them. BOOM, they read up until Benny takes the beer.

He makes sure to look the man in the eyes as he dips his tongue into the beer. He watches him flinch again, that wide eyed surprise of someone who just got involved with a person far, far, far more off the deep end than them. Then Ben tilts his head back and drains the entire pint. He slams the glass down on the counter and sighs out a long satisfied sound.

And luckily he’d drawn all that attention because the man is not even aware that Xavier has shown up.

“We havin’ a problem here?”

It’s Benny’s favorite version of Xavier. Technically, not true. He loves Xavier deeply, like a younger brother he’d accidentally gotten through Veterans Anonymous meetings years ago. He likes the guy when he’s dancing in clubs like no ones watching, he likes him even when he’s standing next to Benji looking desperate to touch him and only brushing the back of his hand over the drummers side. Loves him being kind to him, when Benny bristles at kindness.

But sometimes Ben wants to shake Xavier and ask where is he? Where is that scary man I know lives inside your fucking head? That guy looking for a fight? C’mon. No ones even all the time, Xavier. Let’s see you get mad. Let’s see Boston fucking Wolffe. Let’s go, Xavier.

The guy is shorter than Benny, so next to Xavier, he looks even smaller. Xavier, who stands with his shoulders tight, at his full height. Who only tucks his chin down a little to stare at the man. He smiles—not that I know the codes to the nukes and I’m taking them to my death! smile that Benny has. Xavier smiles like I’m pretty, I know I’m pretty and I win fights because no one can get a hit on this pretty face.

“Your fucking friend—”

“My fuckin’ friend, what?”

Benny isn’t facing Maran—nor does he turn too, yet—but he puts his foot on the leg of the bar stool and slowly pushes it backward to ensure he’s not too close when the fighting starts. Then he leans his chin over his shoulder to look at him. Maran’s looking back, eyes blinking a little. His hands are still wrapped around the stool between his knees, his dirty sneakers tucked into the legs of the stool. Ben tries not too—but he smiles.

Then he turns back and immediately ducks a punch.

New Jersey isn’t expecting quickness like that, so it makes him fall forward a little. But Xavier make’s it easy—slips his long arm around the mans neck and wrenches him to the side and then slams him to the sticky, alcohol soaked floor. And it probably would have ended there, except Benny feels his elbow yanked by someone and—turns out that the groaning man on the floor has friends to get involved.

“Uh,” Benny says a little stupidly, blinking a few times as another punch swings his way. An easy duck again, a step over the drunk man on the floor and then he pats Xavier’s side. A simple touch—he’ll watch that side. And then it dissolves into an absolute mess of East Coast fists and limbs and swears and violence.

—

After they’re kicked out and Xavier has examined Ben’s nose for an actual break, they find a taco truck. The nose wasn’t broken, but had bled marginally when someone’s elbow had snapped into it. Benny’s still sniffing at a coppery smell, but was relatively sure all the blood was out his facial hair by the time they eat.

They sit on the curb and eat the messy food—and Xavier and Maran seem to bond then. Seem to get onto some topic they can both talk about for far too long while Benny picks jalapeno’s off Xavier’s taco and tucks them into his. Ben mostly listens while he eats. Likes the cool one in the morning air tickling through his messy blond hair. Likes listening to the two men and their distinct accents; Xavier’s awful Boston one and Maran’s very cute Liverpool one.

Benny doesn’t feel outside of the two as they talk. The occasional time chimes in, he gets a pretty laugh from Maran or a snort from Xavier; or he dissolves into trying to tell Maran an embarrassing story. Benny likes not having to fill that void, even though he can talk too. He can talk worse than Xavier sometimes—it’s just hard with new people. Hard to get them not to cringe when he has to say a word again, or that inevitable moment when they try to finish his sentence because they think it’s easier somehow.

They have to make the walk back home then. Home being the tour buses parked in a Walmart parking lot. They have to be up in five hours to get on the road again; and Ben finds it almost impossible to sleep in a moving vehicle, so he’s likely to be annoyed and tired all day tomorrow.

Somehow Maran finds his way between the two of them. Xavier to his left, Benny to his right.

“Why’d you start that?” Maran asks, this first big direct question aimed at Ben. He blinks a few times, head turned as he walks with his hands in his pockets. It’s dark but there’s street lights every couple paces. So Maran is washed orange, bathed in darkness, washed orange, bathed in darkness. This pattern that makes his eyes shine; makes all those freckles look so nice. Benny’s eyes skate off him, around the ground and then forward.

“He w-was hitting on you—you. I don’t like New Jersey guys. Th-They’re bad one night stands, trust me.” Maran laughs. It’s this big sort of head tilted back, in the moment laugh that crinkles his eyes.

“He wasn’t hittin’ on me.”

Xavier and Benny stop walking at the same time, turning their heads toward Maran between them. He pauses after a few steps, takes one back in a comical gesture. He blinks, lifting a hand out of his jean jacket pocket and laughs. “What? Weren’t. Was askin’ me how the flight over was, s’all.” Benny looks at Xavier at the same time Xavier looks at him and they both burst into a laugh. His is more of a wheeze, but Xavier’s is loud enough to echo off the wide empty street in front of them.

Xavier slides an arm over Maran’s shoulder, pulling him in close and grinning. His cheeks are a little pink, both from the fighting earlier and the laughter.

“He ask you how long the flight was?”

“An-And how hard of a flight it was?”

They laugh again. Benny pats Maran’s stomach a few times as he starts walking again. He can see the man going slightly red under the orange glow of the streetlight out the corner of his eye. The blush looks good on him, underneath all those freckles.

Ben skips a little forward until he’s in front of them and then turns.

“Do—Do you wanna see a magic trick?”

“Aw, fuck no—Maran, don’t indulge this asshole.” Xavier sighs dramatically, head thrown back. His red hair has gotten all out of sorts, long and curling. Benny continues walking, backwards in front of Maran. Agile and lithe, like he could do this the whole way back to the tour bus. He tucks a hand into his bomber jacket and pulls out the deck of playing cards stashed in the lining.

Still walking, he cuts it and shuffles it and grins ear to ear like a knife slashed right through his face. Maran tilts his chin up a little. Coy about it.

“Alright,” he says and for a moment, Benny is back behind the stage, his arms full, watching Maran smile at him.

“Thi-Think of a card.” Benny holds up the deck. For show he licks one and slaps it to his own forehead. Gets a laugh out of Maran. “Thinking?”

“G’on.”

But Xavier has his arm slung over Maran’s shoulder still. For some reason, it bothers. Like—a burn sort of bother. Which is stupid because Xavier’s so fucking fused to Benji it’s like their atoms are going to splice together. Create a whole new creature; Bavier. Xanji. So, Benny knows Xavier’s arm isn’t lingering like that because he wants Maran. But his fingers brush over his shoulders anyway—and he’s got those long sort of arms that leave his palm dangling in a way that’s almost weirdly suggestive. They say ‘take my hand, hold my hand, it would be cute’.

So Benny shoves Xavier’s arm off Maran’s shoulders.

There is for the briefest moment that Boston Wolffe flash in Xavier’s eyes. That spark of anger; but it fades quickly, his hand slipping into his pockets. Benny would be scared of a guy like Xavier if he didn’t know him so well. Sometimes, he’s more surprised people aren’t scared of Xavier.

Benny leans in and puts his hand behind Maran’s ear. When he pulls it forward, a card is slipped between his two fingers. He points it facing forward.

“Nope.”

“Damn.” They continue walking, Benny still backward. Still upright, still balanced. He snaps his finger by the other side of Maran’s head and when he withdraws his hand there’s another card.

“Naw, mate, not that one.”

Maran is smiling wider and wider with each incorrect pull of a card. Benny swears, but it’s theatrical and dramatic until he stops walking altogether. The sudden pause of momentum makes Maran almost run directly into him. He stops in time, but they stand there, Maran still in the ring of the streetlights glow and Benny just outside of it. He sneaks his hand forward, up and underneath Maran’s jacket. He slides his hand along a toned, warm side. Feels the expanse of his ribcage widen as he draws in a breath. Benny keeps looking at him, in the eyes as he tucks his hand into Maran’s back pocket.

Then he snaps his hand back, a card there.

“Ki-King of Hearts?”

Maran’s eyes aren’t on the card. They look forward, at Ben. They’re the same height, he realizes—or rather, Benny has maybe an inch because of the thick soled combat boots he wears. His eyes finally sway from Maran’s to the card he’s holding.

“No?”

“If I said no, you’d try again, yeah?”

Fuck yeah I’d try all night. Try until the cards run out. All fifty two. You didn’t think of one did you? Just wanted to play.

“Oh, come on,” Xavier groans, hopping a little until he continues walking. Maran’s smile indents when he bites into his bottom lip. Benny has to force himself to look away, over his shoulder to the lanky red head continuing on. He feels Maran pass him, their shoulders brushing a little, so his eyes lift again.

“Got any other tricks?”

“Whole sle-slew of ‘em.” Benny matches Maran’s pace then, hands back in his pockets, deck of cards back in the lining of his jacket. “Sh-Show you next tour?” There’s a comfortable lull of silence where he supposes Maran is thinking about next tour.

I’m just a guy! Just visiting!

“Next tour, yeah? You’ll figure that card out, Ben, sure of it.”