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tokiwarcube · 2 days

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How They Celebrate Your Birthday

All the boys + Charles for this one!

Charles Foster Offdensen

Taking care of the boys is a full-time task, but that doesn’t mean he misses your birthday — not by a long shot. But be careful not to let your birth date slip — the guys would be all too happy to use it as an excuse to take all seven of you out to some insane party. Or you know, do, if that’s your style. A birthday is an excuse to celebrate, and there’s very little they won’t do to see Charles get sloshed — with his partner, nonetheless.

Otherwise, he really makes you feel loved throughout the day. Little notes in the morning, littered around the house — on the nightstand, the bathroom counter, by your morning mug. Among those are a request to let him know when you wake, so he can order in for you. He wishes he could stay for breakfast, truly, but he’s not going to wake you up at 4:00am on your birthday. God knows you work hard enough as is.

He checks in throughout the day, seemingly just a little more eager than usual to talk with you, and hear your voice. Call him sentimental, but he really wishes he could spend the full day with you. Alas, work calls.

Another note — Check under the sofa, be ready by 6:00. I love you, happy birthday.

He really shines when he comes home, though. A hand on the small of your back, adjusting the nonexistent imperfections in the perfectly-tailored outfit he had left for you, purely for the sake of touching, of holding. And from there, the night is yours. Dinner, dancing, a show… it’s all so cliche on paper, but he really makes you feel loved. A classical romance. He makes the cliche seem new, seem real, seem genuine.

Charles is a very, very attentive man, so it’s really no surprise when he brings out your real gift at the end of the night, and it just so happens to be the perfect thing. Although surprisingly, it’s not something you’ve ever asked for. Perhaps never even thought of, or seen — and yet, it’s so clearly tailored to your tastes. He’s good like that.

As the two of you are falling asleep towards the end of the night, he can’t help but check in — Did you have a good time tonight? As though he didn’t serve you your very own Hallmark moment. Again, he’s sweet like that.

Nathan Explosion

You know, for a man, who hates the media, he is pretty adamant on having a big party for you. Like yeah, he hates the publicity, but it’s you. And you deserve the darkest, most brutal birthday party of them all.

He knows you very well, don’t get me wrong, but he’s liable to overthink things a little. He could benefit a bit from some hints as to what exactly you’d like to do for your birthday… he’d like to avoid another Rockzo incident, if possible. But even if you do drop a few hints, he likes to surprise you with the results. You’ll have a lot of fun, but you might have a little heart attack first. He makes up for it, though.

Most of the heartfelt things are done earlier in the day, and the real party is reserved for night time. The boys already give him enough shit for how whipped he is for you, so a live performance is basically out of the question (lest the two of you be subjected to a healthy amount of ribbing from your peers), but that’s not to say he doesn’t attempt something similar. Instead, he writes, and has everyone record their parts individually — never quite saying what it’s for — and compiles it himself, solo. It’s not the usual production quality, but that’s not what you’re looking for — it’s sweet. Steeped in ichor and shadow, sure, but sweet nonetheless.

He’s usually pretty insatiable with PDA, and that doubles when drunk. But when drunk, on your birthday? You have to pry him off with a crowbar. He usually doesn’t talk actively about you in front of the cameras — God knows the media already knows way too much about the two of you — but tonight, he can’t seem to stop talking about how fucking awesome you are, and how it’s your birthday, and—

You’ll have a good time teasing him about it in the morning, once the hangover dulls.

Pickles the Drummer

Just when you think he’s partied as hard as he can, he finds a way to outdo himself. And your birthday is quite the opportunity, no?

Listen, if you want to have a nice, quiet day in, he’s happy to oblige. It’s your birthday, and he’s damn determined to make it the best one yet. And if that’s your version of a good time, he’s ready to get some takeout from that random place on the corner that you like — even though there’s a perfectly good Michelin 5-star restaurant in their house — and just hang out. Yes, really.

But if you want to get fucked up? Babe, we’re partying around the world. Fuck it, let’s go for a week! Best birthday ever, right? Whatever you say, goes.

It’s not all drugs, mind you — he’s got other things planned, too. The schedule just allows for a bit of inebriation in-between… or during. Listen, if you can deal with crowds while high, it’s real fun to go to a show or two. Everything is just so vibrant, so fluid — whether you’re up front with wide eyes or twirling in the back, Pickles makes it a very, very fun experience. And as much as he would like to get trashed beyond belief, the high tolerance does come in rather handy in moments like these — he’s happy to babysit you a bit, if it makes you feel more secure.

Surprising noone, he is a very, very good gift giver. After everything is said and done, and you’re both blinking awake the next day, that’s when he shuffles around to find the gift he set aside. He wanted to make sure it didn’t get lost in the haze, after all. Despite everything, he’s a fantastic listener, and somehow, he always seems to find that one special thing you’ve been looking for.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Complete royalty treatment — so long as he’s there (or, perhaps more aptly, the Klokateers are), you won’t be lifting a finger. He’s such a diva about it — you thought he was bad when it came to him, but with you? Beyond words. Consequently, this also means that everybody within a 50mi radius will know that its your birthday. He’s very embarrassing about it too, with how he takes the chance to coo about it whenever he gets the chance. Very saccharine — borderline patronizing, if you didn’t know him so well to know its the opposite — with an undertone of something you just can’t place. Although despite the embarrassment, you can’t lie — it does make your heart flutter just a little bit. You can’t tell if he’s getting off on it, or if he’s just excited to have a day where you have to let yourself be pampered.

He is very adamant about getting you an actual gift — not just sex, surprising everyone — and he’s really rather thoughtful about it. He listens a bit more aptly than usual in the months leading up to your birthday, and does his best to actually keep it a secret… with varying success. But it’s the thought that counts. When morning comes, he’s already at the foot of your shared bed, gift in hand. He doesn’t like extracting himself from your hold in the morning, but today, he’ll make an exception. Hard not to, when you tiredly paw at the gift — he places a quick kiss to your forehead before the gift is fully unwrapped, just out of softness.

He’s generally up for anything you want to do, and with the seemingly unlimited funds that come with stardom, nothing really bars you from fucking around on the daily… but now, he’s especially game for whatever you want to do today. If there’s anything you’ve been begging to drag him to do, now’s the time — he’ll do it for you, with only minor complaints.

To that end, while he does have the Klokateers wait on you hand and foot, you’re in charge of where the day goes. It’s your big day after all.

But yes, the birthday sex is phenomenal. That’s a given.

Toki Wartooth

Every birthday Toki’s had since joining Dethklok has been nothing if not extravagant — he makes it a point to live every day like it’s his last day on Earth, but birthdays? Birthdays go above and beyond — no holds barred. So with his partner, the love of his life? You may as well be royalty.

Although, in typical style, Toki strikes a perfect balance between heartfelt and lavish. He’ll buy you the world if you only ask — or perhaps, even if you don’t — but interspersed are his own, handmade gifts. This year he planned a worldwide adventure, but he also slotted in your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurants into his scheduling. His planning abilities are lackluster for the average event, but he really puts his all into it for birthdays. (Although if you walk into Charles’ office at just the right time, you do gain a little bit of insight into who did the actual “organizing” part. Toki has the ideas, and Charles organizes it into something that won’t give you whiplash.)

He’s honestly so excited for your birthday, you’d think it was his own. He lets you wake up on your own, despite his own eagerness — but he can’t help placing a kiss to your lips as you blink the sleep from your eyes. Light, still floating on the ghost of your dreams, it’s a very sweet moment. That is, until he’s tugging you upwards to go on your adventures for the day.

One tradition he is very insistent on, is birthday cake. Very adamant about having a candle for every year of life — the number candles do not count — and making a wish. He always asks what you wished for, but don’t answer — it’s a trap. He’ll actively cover your mouth if you try to tell him, scolding you — didn’t you know the wish doesn’t come true if you say what it was?

William Murderface

Birthdays fucking suck — it’s another year closer to death, and nobody will fucking leave you alone, they give you all this shit you don’t want, and—

Yeah, that’s all bullshit. He loves birthdays, he’s just… never really celebrated them in a way that’s fun to him. Growing up it was all about going to the shitty little community park in town, with the hot metal slides that always managed to burn him, and if it wasn’t that, it was going to the run-down minigolf place on the outskirts that always reeked of stagnant water and old cheese. Boring. A chore. But recently, his tune has changed a bit. I mean sure, the boys aren’t always great at showing that they care, but they certainly make birthdays fun. Worth having. So despite having very little frame of reference, he really strives to make every one of your birthdays memorable, too.

Except again, he has… no idea what to do. Sure, he knows what you like to do, but you do those things every day. And it would be weird to ask, because isn’t it supposed to be a surprise? He spends night after night, quite literally, googling ideas on what to do. Unsurprisingly, Google isn’t very helpful in this department, considering the mass amount of wealth and time William has. It’s a miracle how he hasn’t been caught in planning.

But he really does put so much thought into the celebration, and is very, very particular about getting everything just right. He really takes the “diva” crown from Skwisgaar, on this occasion. This color is not the same shade he sent them, he’s certain of it, and it will be corrected before you have the chance to see it. Wh- yes it matters, this isn’t your favorite color, the one he sent was. Jeez, some people.

You’ve always known that he loves you, but it really bleeds through in all of the little decisions he makes for your big day. He’s more inclined to go big and flashy — and if you’re the type, he really does go above and beyond — but if you’re the quieter type, he sets the atmosphere perfectly. And he might be sweating a bit beneath the collar in the latter case, but it’s the thought that counts.

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hiiikiko · 1 day

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ｇｏｏｄｌｕｃｋ，ｂａｂｅ！

tw: swearing, internalized homophobia (?), ANGST, y/n being a bitch tbh

“It’s fine, it’s cool,” you repeat over and over under your breath, your voice drowned out by the blaring music from Ellie’s car radio.

Ellie, your ‘fuck buddy,’ as some would say,’ has her eyes zeroed in on the road, her lips mouthing the lyrics to whatever indie bullshit she put on, eyebrows furrowed, and the passing streetlamps casting shadows on her freckled face. You knew she was mad but she had no right to be.

“We’re here,” she turns off her car and slams the door shut. Shit, she really was mad..

As soon as you get upstairs, you take your shoes off, and make your way to her bedroom, your hand trailing up your blouse to unbutton it but before you can you hear the door slam, “Y/n, we need to talk.”

You couldn’t bear to turn around, you knew exactly what kind of expression she was making, her eyebrows would be furrowed, her lips in a gentle pout, and her eyes pleading you to acknowledge her as more than a sex object.

Instead of getting on your knees and begging for her forgiveness, you decide to play dumb, “About?”

Ellie scoffs, “You know damn well what I want to talk about.”

Earlier that night, you had gotten too drunk and made out with a few, no, more than a few guys.

“It’s not like we’re together, Ellie, there is nothing between us except for making each other feel good.”

“Bullshit, you can say we’re nothing but you know the truth, you see it in the way I drop everything to meet up with you in some dingy motel room, you feel it in the way I mark your neck with kisses, and you knew it when you said you loved me.”

“Stop it, Ellie. Those were all in the moment, you know that I never met anything by it,” you say condescendingly, hoping she didn’t notice the quiet tremble in your voice.

“Fine, I guess I’m the fool,” she throws her hands up and walks into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, facing away from you.

After a long while of silence she says, “You know earlier, when you had your arms out like an angel through the car sun roof? I almost didnt want to call it quits.”

You stood up so fast that the blood rushed to you head, “I-I don’t want to call it off.”

“You say that but you don’t want to call it love. You say we aren’t in a relationship and that you could care less about who I fuck around with but last week you called me, sobbing, because I took Cat back with me, you were crying and saying that you only wanna be the one that I call baby.” Ellie turns back around, tears falling from her beautiful eyes, sending a sharp pain into your heart.

“Whatever, Ellie,” you take a step closer, “You knew what we agreed to when we started this thing, you had absolutely no right to push that guy off me.”

Ellie jumps up, “I had no right?? You had no right to be throwing yourself at anything with a dick in that god forsaken bar, especially right in front of me. Do you have any idea how much that hurt to see the girl I like, sitting on some frat boys lap, his hands roaming all over her? You know what, Y/n. I’m not doing this anymore,” Ellie sights, defeated, “You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling. You can say ‘it’s’ just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Good luck, babe.”

“Okay, so I’m cliche, who cares,” you scoff, gather your things and begin to put your shoes back on, there was no way that this was a sexually explicit kind of love affair like Ellie was trying to make it out to be, right?

“You know, Y/n, I cry, it’s not fair, the way you would get up in the morning when you thought I was asleep, the way you would call me out to your place in the middle of the night because whatever pathetic man you took home wasn’t able to get the job done, and-“

Before Ellie could finish you say through gritted teeth, “I just needed a little loving and you were the only one pathetic enough that I could use and discard at my own transgression,” maybe that was too harsh but you had to get it into Ellie’s pretty little head, “Fuck, I need some air.”

Ellie is quiet, then you say, “Think I’m gonna call it off, even if you call it love.”

Ellie doesn’t say anything. Sure, you might regret this but all you’ve ever wanted was to love someone who calls you baby, Ellie did that but, well, she’s a girl..

Just as you are about to yank the door open, you hear Ellie say, “When you wake up next to whatever fat, balding fuck you marry in 10 or 15 years, in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife, when you think about me all of those years ago, you’ll be standing face to face with ‘I told you so,’” she still doesn’t face you, “You know I’ll hate to say it but ‘I told you so.’

“Fuck you, Ellie,” hot, angry tears stream down your face as you slam the door, leaving Ellie behind for good.

[a/n: hope y’all liked this :0 this song has been stuck in my head for like days now LMAO]

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 day

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She Wears Short Skirts, I Wear T-Shirts: Chapter 9

Pairing: Bridget (Cheerleader AU) x (Fem!)Reader

Chapter Summary: You and Bridget solidify your relationship. She asks you to come to the final home game of the season, however, tell her that your band has a gig the same day. Bridget doesn't know that the gig is being the halftime of her home football game. You get to meet her cheer team at an afterparty and see James Hook.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, NSFW recollections

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, F/n = Friend's name, B/n = Band Name, Bold/Italic = Flashback, G/n = Guitarist's name, Ba/n = Bassist's name, Bold = Singing, C/n = Captain's Name

Chapter Theme(s): Halftime Setlist | Afterparty Setlist

A/n: Enjoy the fact that this is a LONG chapter :)

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*Bridget's POV* You open your eyes and notice it was still dark out. However, see the sky beginning to turn a dark shade of blue.

You sigh, and arch your back as Y/n's lips slowly trail down your body.

"Y/n," You whisper

"Hmm?...." She looks up at you, eyes half open

"Please tell me you were fully awake when we...." Your voice trails off

You let out a strangled moan as Y/n gently rubs your clit in small circles, your entire body on fire.

"Y/n," You moan her name

"I'm here," She replies, resting her forehead onto yours

She slowly picks up her pace.

Your head tilts back, digging into the pillow.

"I was," She answers, "But, somewhat still asleep. But, I was mostly conscious."

"When?..." You ask

"The moment you said that you were real," She answers

You lean down and kiss her firmly.

+*+

The next time you wake up, you see Y/n over in the kitchen. You throw on a hood hanging on the back of a chair and slowly wrap your arm around her stomach and rest your chin on her shoulder. Your eyes look down at her arm, and finally see the details of her sleeve. Your other hand traces the vines all up and down her arm.

"It's beautiful," You kiss the back of her shoulder

"Told you that you'd see the sleeve eventually," She chuckles

"Is there a reason you chose floral design?" You ask

"The aesthetic," She answers, "No real meaning behind it, other than I liked it."

She seats you down at the tabletop bar and begin setting out plates for breakfast.

"So, what time are you going back to college?" She asks

"In a few hours," You say, "Gotta catch up on some work before the week starts."

"Glad I decided not to go to college," She says, sitting in the seat next to you, "Too much money..."

"College isn't for everyone," You say, "Music is working out for you so, there wouldn't be a point for you to go."

"Yeah," She says

*Y/n's POV* "So, how did you and Hook get into the same college?" You ask

"He got a full ride football scholarship," Bridget says, "I did the traditional application and got a few scholarships of my own. It was entirely coincidental."

"Ahh," You say, "Here I thought you simply 'ran off' to the same college to follow him."

"Ha ha very funny," She chuckles, "I wouldn't want to follow anyone..."

"Only me," You tease

"I'll keep it in mind once I graduate," She says, "I'll have to figure out where my culinary skills will lead me."

"Maybe we'll hit you up for catering for a local show," You suggest

"That's a possibility," She says, "But, all of the events outside of campus; study sessions, football afterparties, he'd even come to our cheerleader get-togethers. Mostly because half of our team is dating the football team."

"Ew, talk about cliche romances," You sigh

"Yeah, but you should come to our last football game this season," Bridget suggests

"When?" You ask

"This upcoming Saturday," She says

"Ahh, I have a gig that day," You say, "One of our biggest ones to date."

"Aww, a shame, what's the gig? Are you opening for a big band that's on an arena tour?" She asks

"Something like that," You shrug

+*+

As you finish the last bits of food, your mind begins trailing back to the events of the previous night...

As your lips trail down Bridget's stomach, she twitches. You stop and look up at her.

"I'm sorry," She pants

"Don't be," You caress her face

She leans into your touch.

"Do you want me to stop Bridget?" You ask

"God please no," She begs, smiling

You lowly chuckle as you begin to kiss her stomach again. Her skin was smooth. Way too smooth. You questioned how often she moisturizes her body. You continue to taste the scent left on her skin; continuing to make her writhe right under you.

"Y/n," Bridget's voice calls out, slightly muffled

"Hmm?" You ask, your eyes traveling up to meet hers

"Uhm... My eyes are up here," She chuckles

"Sorry I was zoning out," You say

She hooks her finger under your chin, Mhm, don't worry, there'll be more opportunities."

She hops down from the chair, "Right now I have to get ready to go."

She smiles as she gives your cheek a gentle pinch before running to the bathroom. You out the couch back as you wait for Bridget to finish in the bathroom.

+*+

"Shouldn't we tell your bandmates?" Bridget asks, standing back up, "Since... Well, you're around them a lot? And since I was at the show last night."

"Oh, do you want to?" You ask, "I wasn't sure if you wanted to be public about it first."

"I kinda do yeah," She gently smiles, "Just to your bandmates first. Funny as it sounds.... I really like being around your friends. Even if... One of them doesn't seem to be fond of me."

"She'll open up eventually," You say, hoping

You chuckle as you take out your phone, opening the camera. Bridget takes the phone and pulls your face towards hers. Even after she snaps the photo, she doesn't let go of you. You didn't want to let go of her either. However, she clears her throat as she takes a step back.

"I should uh..." She says, "I should get going. Got a long drive..."

"Yeah, right," You clear your throat, "Text me when you're home."

She nods as she shuts the car door. You watch her drive off from the guest area of the parking garage. On your way back up to your apartment, you share the photo with your bandmates group chat.

Finally! Jeez you wouldn't stop staring at that photo from high school. Even if it's someone from the past.... Sometimes second chances work out.

You don't see a reply from F/n... Understandable.

However, sometime later, you see a separate text from F/n.

You're real serious about her huh? Yeah, I am. Hah... It was obvious the moment you had her get into your car after our hometown show. But, I deserve a full on explanation later. Deal.

When you go into the studio later, your friends sitting in the lounge rather than the recording studio.

"Spill," F/n says

"Good to see y'all too," You chuckle, sitting in an open chair, "F/n did you tell them?"

"No, we were solely curious about how all of this between you and Bridget resurfaced," G/n says, "Missed that kiddo."

"To make a long story short... Her now-ex cheated," You answer, bluntly

They stare, blank-faced.

"Well that doesn't surprise me about Hook," F/n says, "He always seemed like a player. I'm surprised he hasn't attempted to try and win her back."

"She mentioned that he's tried right as she ended it," You explain, "But, I haven't seen anything recently."

"Good, I would totally like to wham my fist into his face," F/n says

"You always want to wham your fists on someone's face," You sigh, "But I would too."

"You two are the most chaotic," Ba/n sighs

"Ba/n, it's James Hook," You say, "I've been wanting to brawl with him for a hot while now."

"Okay can we discuss our upcoming gig now?" G/n asks

You all nod in agreement.

"Okay, so we all know we're going to be the halftime performance at Auradon University," G/n begins, "We only have twenty minutes..."

You wanted to tell Bridget, but G/n told you to not tell anyone. As it was the biggest show you guys would be doing all year.

"You didn't tell Bridget did you?" G/n looks at you

"No, I told her we had a gig, that's it," You answer, raising your hands

"Good," He says

+*+

Hey, good luck tonight. I'll be cheering for you in spirit :)

*Bridget's POV* You smile at Y/n's text as you put your phone into your purse. You have a phone call with Y/n almost every night; some night's it had been texting. You were sad that she wasn't able to make it out to your final game.

"Hey Bridge, you've been a lot more chipper lately," Your cheer captain comes up to you, "Who's the lucky person who swept you off of your feet?"

"Let's say it's someone who gave me a second chance," You answer, smiling

"Oh, was it this 'high school crush' you had?" She asks

"Yeah," You answer

"Gotta give me the deets later!" She smirks

You follow your girls out to the tunnel.

"Bridget," Hook's voice sends chills down your spine

Not in a good way.

You attempt to walk off with your girls however, he firmly grips your forearm.

"Hook stop," You yank your arm away, "We don't have time for this right now."

"Let it go Hook," your Cheer captain pulls you along

You hear him growl as you walk towards the other end of the tunnel.

"He wasn't too egressive was he?" She asks, looking down at your forearm

You shake your head, "I'm fine, let's get this show on the road."

+*+

"Good evening Auradon University!" the PA announces, "For tonight's halftime, we have brought a very special guest to perform for you all tonight."

You begin to hear a guitar riff playing loudly, but still low enough to hear the announcer.

"Please welcome back, G/n, and his band, B/n!" The announcer yells

Your eyes widen at the curtains ripping from its attachment to the columns holding the stage lights. You look over to your cheer mates and notice how they were losing their minds. You could only look in shock as Y/n's band plays on that stage.

You could hear the amount of people cheering for them. In four years, you didn't realize how much more popular they've gotten.

If we listen to each other's heart We'll find we're never too far apart And maybe love is a reason why For the first time ever, we're seein' it eye to eye

Seein' it eye to eye (Eye to eye) For the first time (first time) Seein' it eye to eye (first time) Eye to eye

But your eyes widen as Y/n leaves the drum set, and switches with the bassist going into the next song.

Since when could Y/n play anything other than drums?

You look at all of your girls and notice how they were all fawning, despite that their boyfriends were mere feet away. As soon as you turn back to see Y/n on the big screen, your heart thrummed against your chest.

Recipe for disaster Wondering what's gonna come after Will I ever know Do you? Do you?

Do you? Do you?

You watch as Y/n dances around the stage, having the time of her life.

I can't believe that's my girlfriend. Attractive... And multi-talented.

Don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why I'm so obsessed I wish that I, yea, wish that I, yea, wish that I could worry less Don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why I'm so obsessed

Your eyes widen as Y/n stands on the kick drum.

I wish that I, I wish that I, I wish that I could worry less

You gasp as she jumps off of it; landing perfectly on beat to the chorus.

Recipe for disaster Wondering what's gonna come after Will I ever know Do you? Do you?

Do you? Do you?

Throughout the next few songs, she switches between the instruments.... You were aware that she could sing backing vocals, but not once did you ever see her take the lead microphone, for the lead part.

Up until the second-to-final song...

She high-fives F/n as she hands her the microphone.

"Plot twist-the drummer does sing," She chuckles, "We all having a good time out there?"

The crowd erupts to loud cheering.

"Amazing to hear," Y/n speaks, "Well, it's been an honor performing halftime, I will be at the mic for these last two songs. This one goes out to my girl."

"Her girlfriend goes here?!" You overhear someone's conversation

It's me.

Your head looks around and see your cheer girls talking amongst themselves, assuming that they're coming up with theories to whom Y/n's girlfriend could be.

"She's like... Super hot," You overhear another conversation, "I'd be jealous of whoever her girlfriend is!"

You raise your moms up to your face and couldn't help but smirk to yourself. Your egotistical side wants to brag that the Y/n is your partner, however, either they wouldn't believe you, or you wouldn't hear the end of it. But, you cheer your heart out. Y/n Y/l/n just dedicated a song to you.

"Thanks everyone," She chuckles, "Thanks for having us out here. Now let's end this halftime on a high note!"

Y/n begins singing, muffled vocals as G/n backs it up.

Hyper aware of any change in your voice Yeah I can tell when i've started to annoy being alone is what I try to avoid I put in effort but it just gets destroyed It's true you got me undone I'm through letting you take away all of the fun

You seem so distracted with yourself with yourself Say I overreacted But it's hard for me to tell You you You're my only distraction in this hell but it's oh well

You watch as Y/n falls onto her knees as she sings the outro.

Don't mean to be a bother I'll get out of the way Cause one way or another I'm sensing foul play Say I'm overreacting it's getting hard to tell You were my one distraction but I still wish you well

Staff were quick about disassembling the stage setup as Y/n and her band break down their instruments, disappearing somewhere within the stadium itself. You run into the tunnel in hopes to spot them walking... Well, anywhere out of here.

"Bridget, what are you doing?" C/n asks, "We need to be back out there right now!"

Your head swings back from the hallway to your cheer captain.

"They're practically celebrities, they won't stick around!" She adds, gently grabbing your arm, "They might have special seating or something!"

Your eyes continue searching, your head turns back into the tunnel even after your captain drags you out of it.

*Y/n's POV* You load all music equipment into a small trailer, Ba/n locking it with a padlock.

"So.... Uhhh... What now?" You ask, "Football games are beneath me at this point."

"There's a really good place just out of campus, close to downtown," G/n says, "Assuming you guys have never been here before, let's go!"

Your bandmates agree and begin carpooling into Ba/n's car. You turn your back to them and pull out your phone; nothing from Bridget.

"Yo! Lover girl!" G/n calls you out

You turn back to them.

"We'll be back before the game is over and so you can see your girlfriend," He says, "Now get your ass in the car!"

+*+

"It was really weird having eyes literally everywhere on us, a whole three-sixty," F/n states, "Everywhere I look.... People."

"Even going to a stadium concert, the stage is always off to the side and then there would be a few small stages on the ground floor," Ba/n says

"Don't tell me you two were anxious about that run," G/n chuckles, "It's only going to continue going up from here."

*Bridget's POV* Another win for Auradon University... No surprise for you. Through the sea of exiting fans, you attempt to politely push through them as you rush to the locker room.

As soon as you reach the locker room, you immediately search for your phone, dialing Y/n.

"Yeah?" Y/n's voice answers on the other end

"Where are you?" You ask, throwing on sweats over your uniform

You gather all of your belongings.

"I have no clue," She answers, "I don't go here. We're just waiting at our cars for the traffic to let up so we can get out of here faster. But, I'm mostly waiting for you."

"I'm coming out of the locker room just hang on," You tell her

You keep her on the phone as you exit the locker room and out to the parking lot.

"Can you give me the general area of where you're waiting," You say

"Yeah uh.... I'm.... Well, we're kinda just across the street at the convenience store. Only place we could park at. Cheer captain slipped us an invitation to an after party at her mansion," She says

"Of course she did," You sigh, "Okay, I see you. I'll be over in a second."

As soon as Y/n comes into view, you begin breaking into a run. You notice her spotting you, and she makes her way towards you. You squeal as you jump into her arms.

"You are a liar," You laugh

"G/n wanted to keep it a secret," She chuckles

"Come on, I have to get changed and bring my treats to the after party," You say

+*+

Y/n meets you at your apartment.

"You're dressing up?" She asks

"Seniors do," You clarify, "One last time to feel pretty."

"Well, you don't really have to make an effort there," She chuckles

You smile uncontrollably as you reach into the fridge and grab cupcakes.

"I should wait until the party but I didn't know you were going to be here, so you're the first to try my fabulous pink flamingo feather cupcakes," You remove the cover from the platter

*Y/n's POV* You delicately take the cupcake and slowly undo the wrapping. You even out the frosting-cupcake ratio as your teeth tear into the bakery item.

"Heaven," You sigh, savoring each bite

"Now come on, we don't want to keep them waiting," Bridget hands you a platter of the cupcakes

+*+

You carefully take the bakery items out from a secure spot in her trunk

"Bridget! And... Y/n Y/l/n," One cheerleader attempts to not faint on the spot, "B/n's drummer."

"Hi," You awkwardly smile

You and Bridget walk off to the kitchen, putting the cupcakes somewhere on an open spot on the dessert table. You linger behind Bridget as she brings you into the living room; your bandmates already there. They're chatting among everyone present.

This living room is bigger than my apartment....

"Uhhhhh," Bridget says, clearing her throat loudly

Your head travels down to her as the eyes land on the two of you.

"Girls, I have an announcement," Bridget announces

Without another word, she tugs the collar of your jacket, her eyes looking down at your lips, then looking back up at you. One arm snakes around her waist; pulling her into you, and the other uses its index finger to tilt her head up to you. The both of you meet halfway: the room erupting into a cheer. The both of you rest your foreheads against each other as the cheering continues.

"It feels like we just got married," You chuckle

"Would that be a bad thing?" She asks, smiling

You shake your head, "But, save that for the future."

"God since when!?" A cheerleader asks

"Mere weeks ago," You answer, "But, I've known her for a long while."

"So... She's the one that gave you a second chance?" Another cheerleader asks

Bridget nods, "The cheer captain."

You nod and give the captain a head nod. You find an open spot on the floor and Bridget sits between your legs, leaning back into your body.

"So.... How do you guys know each other?" A football player asks

"We attended the same high school together," Bridget says

"Wouldn't you know it, she's the one who came up to me," You chuckle, "Back then, I was drum captain."

"Pretty lame if you tell me," Hook's voice booms from across the room

"Lay off Hook," One of his teammates tells him, "I'm always in for good music, and want to know all about the people behind them."

+*+

As the night rolls on, your band and the football/cheer team continue conversing amongst one another.

"Hey, I know it might be last minute, but would it be okay if you guys give a performance before my parents kick us all out?" The cheer captain asks

You look to all of your bandmates. They give a thumbs up.

"Give us a little bit to discuss a setlist," You answer

Bridget gets up and you follow your bandmates outside.

*Bridget's POV* "C/n that's asking too much," You cross your arms

"Sorry," She shrugs her shoulders, "They seem willing to do it anyway. Who knows when we'll get another opportunity like this again!"

You roll your eyes.

+*+

You watch as C/n does the decent thing and help them hook up their sound equipment to the power to her house.

"Y/n, you don't have to do this you know," You come up to Y/n

"It's fine. We're already set up, besides, we like doing acoustics too," She smiles

She kisses your temple and meets up with her band.

+*+

"I was dared to sing the last two songs," She chuckles, "But apparently I gt a voice that matches this artist and I enjoy singing this artist the most when I do have to sing in our sets. These will be our last few of the night. So enjoy it while you can."

+*+

"For this last song, I dedicate it to my girl," Y/n smile, standing from her sea ton the other side of the pool, "Our story is insane. But, if any of you got that special 'Antidote', hold onto it."

G/n begins the opening riff. Your heart thrums against your temples as Y/n approaches you; your cheer mates move to sit next to their partners as Y/n seats herself next to you, slinging her arm over your shoulder.

Let everybody say what they wanna say, what they wanna say, baby Let everybody talk (ooh) They all got their stones to toss (ooh) I know you're gonna find me if I lose my mind

She stands up, but holds her hand out to you. You take it and she pulls you close to her.

I get high, I get high I get low, I get low You're my dopamine state You're my sanity dose High, I get high On your new rockin' boat You're the medication I wanna take You are my antidote (you are my) You are my antidote (You) you are (are), you are (my), you are my anti-

Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh

Erupts of cheers echo through the backyard.

*Y/n's POV* Soyu compose yourself, your eyes travel over Bridget's shoulder and you catch Hook, staring.

Traditionally, if you were still in high school, you'd be terrified of that look. However, you grew up. You have a lot of pent up rage towards him. But, you could care less.

Chapter 10

#bridget descendants #bridget #bridget x reader #descendants #female reader #ruby rose turner #captain james hook

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