#celebrityship

[allhailhu4l]

J3t x Charlie Short Fan Fic

"Words Hurt" a Hollywood Undead short fanfiction.

(Side note: I know Deuce is a bit of a bad guy in the story. I do not hate Deuce I actually love him.)

Contains Mature Language! Ship: J3TxCharlie

Charlie

It’s been two hours since the argument between Johnny and I had ended. I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walk away. I lay lazily on the couch because I refuse to sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He’s in the wrong and he knows it, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hear him admit that he is wrong. The argument ended when he knocked me on my ass and said: 

“Somedays I wish Deuce would come back, if he ever did, I would kick your stupid ass out of this band in a motherfucking heartbeat.”

Usually his insults and threats don’t phase me, but that one sentence on its own was enough to silence me. After that I chose to walk out before I said something back or god forbid throw a punch back at him. I was not in the mood to poke the bear, hell, I’d probably end up in the emergency room. 

When I had returned from a walk and cooled down I saw my blanket and pillow were thrown on the couch. Of course he had to take the bed. Jerk. The clock on the wall read: 1:25am. It’s really late and I know we have rehearsals in 9 hours, I guess it’s time to call it a night. Just as I got settled down I had a wave of song inspiration hit me like a truck. Admittedly I was kind of excited because I hadn’t got a wave of inspiration for quite a while. 

The left side table drawer is where Johnny usually kept the band’s song writing notebook for such occasions. I guess you really never know when inspirations and ideas will come to you. I grab the notebook flipping past previous songs and Funny’s doodles. I found a clean page and began to write out whatever lyrics were pouring out of my brain. 

After what felt like hours of writing I decided to officially call it a night. I dropped the notebook onto the coffee table, I didn’t really bother to put the notebook away in the rare case I got inspiration again. I lay back and let my body drift off to sleep.

Johnny

I open my eyes only to see pitch darkness. The digital clock sitting on the dresser illuminates the time: 4:45 AM. 

…Why am I awake…?

Out of habit I reached over and let my arm drop to the side expecting to feel a warm lump sleeping beside me but all I felt was a cold empty space.

“Oh yeah…” 

I momentarily felt absolutely stupid for forgetting we had an argument last night. 

I remember it clearly now: I was very angry because he got a message from one of his family members who kept giving him shit about how they weren’t informed about the relationship that we are both trying so hard to hide. He didn’t admit it but I think he ran his mouth but then he started defending said family member. 

When we became a thing I told him that we needed to keep this relationship a secret for the sake of the band as well as the fans. He kept arguing with me, telling me that he was gonna confirm everything regardless of the consequences. 

I tried with all my might to convince him to stay quiet because when he was dating Deuce, the bastard nearly tore him apart. He told everyone and their mother about the “abusive relationship”, making Charlie look like an asshole. I see why he wants to make it public but I was not going to let his reputation that we worked so hard for years to rebuild go down the shitter again. 

Our screaming match went on for an hour complete with beer bottles being thrown and pictures being broken. I told him that if Deuce came back I’d let him back in and kick his ass to the curb. I lost my shit when he called me toxic. My anger had taken control and I swung. I felt my fist connecting with his face. I must’ve hit him pretty hard as it made him fall back. When I saw the hurt and tears in his eyes I stomped upstairs to the bedroom. 

I can hear my own hurtful words repeat in my head. I said it to him out of anger in the heat of the moment with no real meaning behind it, I think it hurt Charlie though. I know he likes to act and look like a tough guy but I am the only one who knows that deep inside he’s a very insecure and self conscious person who’s been hurt one too many times. 

I remember Deuce used to take his insecurity and use it to his advantage. He was constantly harassed and hurt. I made a promise to Charlie when we got together that I wouldn’t do the same. Then again… here we are.

I absolutely hate to admit when I’m wrong but my guy doesn’t deserve this or need to deal with my bullshit. This one is on me.

I decide to get out of bed and walk to the living room, turning the lights on in a dim setting just enough for me to see the room. On the couch curled up in a ball fast asleep is Charlie, his eyes and nose are red and puffy assuming he had been crying.

The band's song notebook laying open on the coffee table caught my attention and it looks like he wrote a verse: 

I broke it all and I put it to test, put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness. There's no beat in my chest cause there's nothing left, no it ain't goodbye, it's a last caress. What's another dream? You can hardly sleep. Can you believe bad things only happen to me? God knows one day you will finally see that scars will heal but were meant to bleed. Did you realize I would lie for you? Please, have my last breath, I would die for you

I know I'm no good, but my heart beats true. You know I'm gonna fight, though I might be scared to lose…

I felt tears well up in my drowsy eyes as I read the last sentence. I know I fucked up and I don’t think anything I will say to Charlie from this point on will fix this. I know he’s not gonna let his guard down for a while and I understand. 

I set the notebook down on the table and kneel next to the couch. I reached over and gently brushed his brown hair with my fingers, making him stir a bit but he didn’t wake up. The second time I grazed his cheek wiping a still tear away with my thumb. He slowly opened his eyes. 

“Good Morning…” I quietly greeted him.

As expected without saying a word he scowled at me and flipped to his side. I know he’s pissed off at me but I couldn't help but smirk. He is adorable when he’s mad. 

“Can you move a bit?” I ask nicely as I stand to my feet and squeeze myself in the narrow space between him and the outside of the couch, then wrapping my arm around his waist.

“Get off me…” He groggily whines. 

Ignoring his protest I cuddle his back resting my head on his and chuckle when I earn his annoyed groan. He tries to wiggle himself free from my hug but loses. He gives up his struggle and allows me to wrap both arms around him.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper in his ear before giving him a few kisses on the nape of his neck and his face. 

He groans again. I see tears starting to drip from his eyes and run down his nose.

“You can apologize all you want. I’m still mad at you, you fucking bitch…”

I laugh giving him a tight squeeze. He knows my method of making up is hugging until he forgives me. 

“That’s fine by me but neither one of us are getting off this couch until you forgive me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He sighs.

“Fine I forgive you, now stop squeezing me before I turn blue.”

I smile and latch onto his shoulder giving him a surprise love bite. He taps my face with his hand.

“Ow.. now I have to hide that you dick…”

I laugh and readjust myself so we are both lying comfortably on the couch in a big cuddle. He rests his head on my chest and pulls the blanket to his chin. 

“I’m sorry too. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut about us. I need to consider your feelings too.”

I brush his hair with my fingers.

“I forgive you. I was just looking out for you because of what happened with Deuce. I’ll make a deal with you: if you want we can tell the guys but in public we need to keep it low key. Deal?”

He nods as he slowly starts to doze off. I wish I could pause time for just a few minutes so I can really enjoy this moment. If someone told me months ago that I would end up dating Mr. Charles P. Scene, I’d say that they’re tripping balls. Here we are and I am still mad in love like I was when I first confessed my feelings to this guy. He’s my bandmate, best friend, and the love of my life. 

The sound of Charlie’s muffled snoring was bliss to my ears. Just like a lullaby the sound of his snores and quiet breaths eased my mind and I dozed off. 

Danny

It’s 9:30 am. J-Dog, Funny, and I are in the studio with a massive box of breakfast burritos waiting for Johnny and Charlie. We all tried calling their phones multiple times with no success. I groan when I hear Johnny’s voice mail I decide I was going to leave a message:

“Dude where the hell are you and Charlie? You two were supposed to be here at 9AM and it’s 30 minutes to 10. Rehearsals are at 10:30! If you don’t get here soon our manager will be having a coronary.”

I had a thought come to me as I hung up. Charlie texted me last night and said that he and Johnny had a heated argument last night. My mind automatically assumed that Johnny went ape shit and might’ve severely hurt him. I immediately grab my keys. 

“Come on guys, let's go see what’s going on.”

J-Dog eagerly follows me. Funny grabs the burritos and tags behind. We drive to Johnny’s house and see both of their cars in the driveway. I had been fearing that I’d find Charlie in such a bad condition that my hands were shaking and I could barely maintain my grip. 

I finally got the door unlocked and it swung open. Funny and J-Dog push past me to search for the two bandmates. I observe the broken beer bottles and picture frames in the entry hallway, proving that Charlie was right about saying the argument had gotten heated. 

“Charlie? Johnny?” I call out looking for any sign that they are nearby. J-Dog waves to me from the living room doorway.

“Danny. They are here. Look at this.”

I cautiously stepped in and took a deep sigh of relief. They are perfectly fine. They both were cuddled on the couch fast asleep. Johnny has Charlie in a hug and it looks like he has a small smile on his face.

No surprise that Funny stood to the side taking pictures of the two with his phone.

“Oh this is so going on Instagram.”

J-Dog and I just stand in the room awkwardly looking at them then at each other. 

“So… should we wake them up or…?” He whispers rubbing his neck with his hand. 

“Danny? Did you know they were a thing?”

I shook my head. I was just as confused as he was. I haven’t got a single clue that these two were dating, more power to them for keeping this under wraps for however long they were dating. I had mixed emotions about finding out like this. I was happy assuming that they’re happy together and Johnny didn’t commit murder. However I was a bit mad that they kept this a secret. All jokes aside, they should know that the rest of us will be happy for them and support them. It’s what friends do. 

I sigh.

“No, let them sleep. I’ll call our manager and tell her to reschedule rehearsals.”

J-Dog nods and drags Funny with him as they go out to the car. I know that later today we will need to have a long awkward discussion since the cat is out of the bag, but for now the two love birds can sleep peacefully. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from them. 

[mercuriallworld]

day 400 and whatever of wishing caitlin clark was willing to speak out against being the central figure of bigots using the wnba to get their racist takes off

[joculine]

i shouldnt even be working. i should be watching television shows and reading comics and podcasting. and getting paid 50k yearly for it!!!!!

[nicepoethere]

SALUTE TO CELEBRITY VETERANS FAMOUS & NOT!

It is our pleasure here at the 59 Veterans Project to share this powerful post from our friend David Yuzuk on LinkedIn. We share in partial paraphrase about a U.S. veteran whose character is so much more than merely fame and celebrityship!

"There was a U.S. Marine who occasionally got into trouble and even once escaped from the WWII German POW camp Stalag Luft III.

For he had had a rough childhood. Between two abusive stepfathers, an alcoholic mother who abandoned him, and growing up in a reform school, it’s no surprise the famous actor viewed the Marine Corps as a great escape from life’s hardships.

At age 16, Steven McQueen moved to New York with his mother, where he met two merchant mariners. They convinced him to join the U.S. Merchant Marine, his first taste of service. At his first stop in the Dominican Republic, he quickly abandoned his post and started working in a brothel.

From there, McQueen drifted about, doing odd jobs such as lumberjacking in Canada or selling pens in Texas. He was eventually arrested for vagrancy in the deep south of the United States and forced to work 30 days on a chain gang.

In 1947, at age 17, he received permission from his mother to join the Marine Corps. He went through basic training at Parris Island, South Carolina. Initially, he was promoted to private first class in an armored division but had trouble with authority and was demoted to private no less than seven times. At one point, he went absent without leave to spend two weeks with his girlfriend and was confined to the brig for 41 days.

Once out of the brig while deployed to the Labrador Sea for amphibious training, his transport ship struck a sandbar, sending several of the tanks and their crews into icy waters. Without hesitating, McQueen dove into the sea and reportedly saved five Marines from drowning. rescued several men during a disastrous training exercise in the Arctic, he was given the honor of guarding President Harry Truman's yacht the USS Williamsburg, where he spent the rest of his career until leaving the Marines in 1950.

Despite his trouble adjusting to military life, he remembered the Marine Corps fondly, saying, "The Marines made a man out of me. I learned how to get along with others, and I had a platform to jump off of." -- Photo from the film Papillon.

We remember film star Steve McQueen, and we salute him!

[queenofir]

SALUTE TO CELEBRITY VETERANS FAMOUS & NOT!

It is our pleasure here at the 59 Veterans Project to share this powerful post from our friend David Yuzuk on LinkedIn. We share in partial paraphrase about a U.S. veteran whose character is so much more than merely fame and celebrityship!

"There was a U.S. Marine who occasionally got into trouble and even once escaped from the WWII German POW camp Stalag Luft III.

For he had had a rough childhood. Between two abusive stepfathers, an alcoholic mother who abandoned him, and growing up in a reform school, it’s no surprise the famous actor viewed the Marine Corps as a great escape from life’s hardships.

At age 16, Steven McQueen moved to New York with his mother, where he met two merchant mariners. They convinced him to join the U.S. Merchant Marine, his first taste of service. At his first stop in the Dominican Republic, he quickly abandoned his post and started working in a brothel.

From there, McQueen drifted about, doing odd jobs such as lumberjacking in Canada or selling pens in Texas. He was eventually arrested for vagrancy in the deep south of the United States and forced to work 30 days on a chain gang.

In 1947, at age 17, he received permission from his mother to join the Marine Corps. He went through basic training at Parris Island, South Carolina. Initially, he was promoted to private first class in an armored division but had trouble with authority and was demoted to private no less than seven times. At one point, he went absent without leave to spend two weeks with his girlfriend and was confined to the brig for 41 days.

Once out of the brig while deployed to the Labrador Sea for amphibious training, his transport ship struck a sandbar, sending several of the tanks and their crews into icy waters. Without hesitating, McQueen dove into the sea and reportedly saved five Marines from drowning. rescued several men during a disastrous training exercise in the Arctic, he was given the honor of guarding President Harry Truman's yacht the USS Williamsburg, where he spent the rest of his career until leaving the Marines in 1950.

Despite his trouble adjusting to military life, he remembered the Marine Corps fondly, saying, "The Marines made a man out of me. I learned how to get along with others, and I had a platform to jump off of." -- Photo from the film Papillon.

We remember film star Steve McQueen, and we salute him!

[rinasred]

i support your celebrityship

thanks logan 🥰 i wont forget you when i make it king <3

[alaskinaproductions]

Hell, I have got no problem if you are being overly attached to fictional characters and ships. I am not even angry if you are overly attached to celebrities and celebrityships (I have got some rules for that, btw). But should at any point in my life somebody dare to step up to me and threaten me or my friends or anyone for having another favorite or liking another dynamic between characters better than the person threatening, than I will happily report you, attack you, find your weakness and write a two pages, font size 10 essay on why the fuck you are supposed to mind your business instead of mentally harm others over something that does not even exist!

“Don’t harass and send death threats to people over fictional content” shouldn’t be a controversial take.

Your fictional favs aren’t gonna thank you for your service, all you’ve proved is that you’re willing to inflict emotional and physical harm on a real, living person because of fiction and shipping.

You’ve proven that you’re not a good person.

[ariescorpsautotraders-blog]

@chrisbrownofficial dripping lambo @lamborghini #celebrityships #celebritycars #celebrity #famous #fame #luxury #rich #lamborghini #ferrari #vuhl #g63 #amg #toys #money #lifestyle #carsofinstagram

[panda3xs]

This is why i am panda3xs: I went to Atlanta Georgia and particularly broad st dressed like a panda to raise awareness and bring calm to the city of Atlanta due to B.E.T. rap star Desiigner frauding upon they city. The song panda, Desiigner claims “i got broads in Atlanta” then later confessed on social media that hes never been to Atlanta but he has chicks on social media from Atlanta. In an outrage, wealthy Atlanta residents put together a task for me to ask people “have they seen my broads”. Later a private jet for him and his entire crew plus equipment was paid to him to go to Atlanta and do a show with Panda being the feature. Desiigner returned the jet and kept the 60,000 dollars that costed wealthy Atlanta residents a financial loss. Also in rapper Desiigner's song he says "credit cards and the scammers". Desiigner is a liar theif and fraud. I got paid a pretty penny to be apart of this celebrityship entertainment.

[sleepybiflinge]

Ask meme: (1) Has someone ever been interested in you and you didn’t notice until you looked back? (2) How’s Your Day? (3) Who’s you least favorite celebrity?

1) I feel like that’s a yes? But idk. There was one girl that really liked me that I was slightly crushing on but she went to a different university. I guess that counts? I’m sure there were more. But people probably realize it about me more than I do about them y’know? Idk tbh. It’s... My love life is nonexistent at this point, lol. But I really do want to find something meaningful with someone I share like something real with, you know? It’s just hard.

2) Pretty good. Not too exhausting but I did fall asleep on the couch in my living room again. But I feel like that’s me playing catch up on all the sleep I missed out on last week lol. I had very little to no sleep the entire week lol.

3) Least favourite celebrity? Rn? That asshat Kevin Spacey. And literally any other asshole that decides that power of celebrityship is okay to abuse. Fuck those people. They can suck ten toes. Let’s say, they are what they eat. And what do they eat? Major ass. They eat ass for breakfast lunch and dinner.