#weezer fanfiction

[mageofminge]

finally finished the weezer smut fic i was on ab through the powers of sleep depravation and vicks vaporub. um. enjoy. 

[i-belswan09]

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter One: * what's with these homies, dissin' my girl?

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(This story is nearly 5 years old, and though it doesn't show my best work, I decided to post it, just because I stopped it at chapter 18, when there were only 2 more chapters left to finish it. So... I'm gonna give it another shot – making minor edits to make the plot less dramatic and angsty, lol.)

(***Also, since Tumblr has a more limited format: italic texts are from you, the reader, and bold texts are from others.)

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You've changed.

The best thing your boss did was to give you that warning.

You shouldn't keep working for the law if you're just gonna be a traitor.

How am I a traitor?

You work 9 to 5, sometimes 8 to 6, for the benefit of monsters.

Now, all of a sudden, our sex life goes down the drain.

I haven't slept with you since you got that promotion, and that was two whole months ago.

I'm supposed to be your husband, but you've left me in the dry.

I'm tired.

And I refuse to sleep with someone who won't support me in my new job.

Or should I remind you said I wasn't a real detective?

That my degree's 'worth shit', simply because of the field I'm working in these days?

               The rest is an ongoing, fruitless conversation you can't bother yourself with.

               Through reading those texts for what has to be the twentieth time today, you sigh, hiccup, and close your eyes tight, lifting your face slightly to avoid letting tears fall. 

               Barely two hours are left until he comes home to drop off your child, and the mere thought that you have to sleep with him five hours after that makes your stomach twist and churn. You don't want to imagine him naked: panting, heavy, and on top of you again, doing whatever he pleases with little regards to your own limits. Nausea takes over – violent, making you open your eyes and suppress a gag.

               You really, really don't want anything to do with him anymore.

               Yet, he insists you should remain married until your child reaches their eighteenth birthday.

               “At least wait until they're grown up,” he said. “Cuz what's six more years? Be honest with me.” Then, he chuckled. “As ugly as you frown when you see me, I doubt you hate me that much.”

               That had been a year ago.

               Would you really have to wait five more years until your freedom?

               The thought sends chills down your spine.

               While he was a good father, that adjective didn't really fit next to husband. 

               At the beginning of your marriage, yes – he was the best spouse you could ask for.

               Now?

               You'd rather eat drywall than have to spend a single second near him – without your child around, of course.

               With your newest agreement, it felt more as if your husband were a client, his payment being not making your life hell, and your service what he claimed was something a wife should be willing to give twenty-four seven.

               You shake your head and search for a distraction amongst the people surrounding the bar, aware you can only end up worse if you continue to dwell on the subject. The air presses down on you hot and heavy, a feeling that only increases the more time you stay seated without doing anything for your growing aches. Your sole companion is your mind when you realize you're too overcome with emotions to talk to someone without scaring them off. Chatter drowns out coherent thinking and sensory overload begins to show by how difficult breathing becomes. Seeking an escape route, you hold the bartender back with a raised hand and an 'excuse me'. Then, you ask him for some bottled water – the only kind he could touch willingly. Small embers flutter around the air as he turns around, leaving you alone with burning cheeks and a pounding headache. 

               Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose and blink through your blurry vision. Then, you adjust your glasses – despite knowing the excess shots have pretty much screwed you over already. The hour marked on your phone surfaces a sigh. How fast time seems to be going makes you notice you currently only have around an hour left before your husband arrives with your child. They would be staying with you while he went off to work, and the least you wanted was to look washed up for his arrival.

               "need somethin' else, pal?"

               You jolt at the new voice, deep and hearty.

               Reluctantly, you cast your gaze up to see a skeleton monster standing behind the counter, now glossy with polish. His face is tough to make out with the blurriness, yet you can tell he's looking at you. From the way he stands behind the counter and the stuffy look his suit gives off with its pristine and exaggerated formality, you figure he's a new employee. His newbie appearance doesn't erase the warm and welcoming aura most bartenders appear to carry by default, however. Instead, it makes his smile and words more genuine in his approach.

               It takes you a while to respond aside from shaking your head – mind hazy and disoriented. You thank him and sweep the water bottle off the counter, then turn the lid open, breathe in deep, and take a series of long, greedy gulps. Finally, you set it back down, more than half of it already gone.

               One more screw up, and you were out of your job at the law department for good.

               It doesn't help that you're currently hanging out at a place strictly and utterly forbidden by your boss: a hole-in-the-wall bar and grill establishment open to all, kept family-friendly during the day and becoming more daring during the night. It has been long since you ever drank alcohol of any sort, and it's beginning to show. You can hardly sit without tumbling pitifully to the side.

               “hey.”

               You're snapped back toward reality through the feeling of someone resting their arms over the counter, facing you and waiting for your return. 

               You frown and look up from the water bottle to see the same skeleton – his previous stuffy appearance appearing more natural now that he's taken off his tie and left two of the shirt's buttons unfastened.

               "i’m no expert on humans, but you look like you could use someone to talk to."

               You feel hazy again.

               And whether due to the drinks or the heat, you're not too certain of.

               But – right now – you're positive about one thing. 

               “U- Um…”

               As you wipe a tear off your cheek and burst out half a sob and half a laugh, you realize you really could use someone to talk to.

               “Thank you.”

[rickswh0r3]

his dirty/twink era pleaseeeeee🙏

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[jsdimensions]

have this drawing i scrapped because as I thought about it i realized that they didn't fit the meme i based it off of

[things-that-are-weezer-blue]

just out of curiousity are you like an actual weezer fan or do you just like it for the memes

I used to be a lot more obsessed with the band than I am now.

[gloriasato]

HELP????

[reysdriver]

90s self-insert fanfiction where my parents sell me to Weezer

[moved-please-leave-me-alone]

Did I never talk about the unfinished ii fanfic I wrote with Paintbrush and Fan smoking weed from a 9/11 bong in which Fan realizes she’s transfem on here before

[blueengland]

wizard weezer in antarctica

[asclexe]

⭐️ government-forced blog intro post ⭐️

(new and improved!)

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hai!! hello!! hey!! what’s up!! basic info/fun stuff below the cut (very long intro soo sorry)

*flash/blink warning for the blinkies

name: asclexe formally? cameron causally, but call me whatever! no, seriously! idc! nicknames (ex: cam, ronnie, cammy, etc) are welcome! feel free to call me your pookie or your son or child or something, be creative!

⭐️gender and pronouns: i am uhhh. nonbinary i think. they/them preferred, but it/its or he/him are also fine!! i prefer gender neutral terms, but i also am more masc leaning. like im a man. but also just a person.

⭐️not specifying my age but im a minor. B cool!! internet safety!!

⭐️sexuality: aromantic asexual aplatonic lesbian dumbfuck

⭐️nationality/country: american fuck my stupid baka life (EST timezone)

⭐️ i am also white :/

⭐️star sign: leo :3

⭐️personality type: intj (also houses mtbi if u care)

⭐️religious alignment: atheist cause im god /j 💪💪

bigots and pedos/zoos are lame and not welcome. i bite scammers. exclusively nsfw/kink blogs not welcome. im a kid. ed blogs please do not follow me because im uncomfortable with that. also don’t expect a follow back if youre over 24 cus thats weirdd

also if ur a diehard stan of anything pls think :3

dni if you’re from earth or human. aliens only blog. /j

and everyone else is welcome :3

⭐️fandoms im most active in:

house md

doctor who (only on season 2!!)

good omens

warrior cats (on arc 5 but i don’t plan on reading them)

dungeon meshi

movies in general

+ any other fandoms i consume in the future!!

⭐️fandoms i rarely post abt but still enjoy

tbosas/the hunger games

dead poets society

six feet under

a series of unfortunate events

fnaf

she-ra/the owl house/steven universe/gravity falls/etc

bluey

barbie/monster high

doogie howser md

scott pilgrim

the amazing digital circus

the middle

stardew valley

the spiderverse

abbott elementary

aggretsuko

i will post abt my sims occasionally :3 most posts are text posts bc im untalented

*i’m looking to get into evangelion, supernatural, hannibal, saw, and dexter 👍

i write fanfiction and poetry (i take requests feel free to hmu), i do local theater, i make pride icons (also requests hmu) i drabble in the occasional doodle, and i like baking and watching youtube and scrolling through tumblr and walking through the forest and my neighborhood and making bracelets and spending money and laying on the floor and singing and dancing and being silly and reading medical textbooks and cool novels and hanging with my irls and idk, yeah! life! carpe diem!

*also i’m trying to get into reality shifting! (im not a freak i swear)

⭐️my fav music artists (a little all over the place:3) jack stauber, will wood, lemon demon, tally hall/miracle musical, dazey and the scouts, mommy long legs, the oozes, bear ghost, mitski, chappell roan, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, my chemical romance, laufey, liana flores, faye webster, MARINA, pearl & the oysters, queen, no doubt, slipknot, korn, mindless self indulgence, hole, some olivia rodrigo, charli xcx, some vocaloids,

i love pretty much all kinds of jazz, rock, and showtunes (except ballads. i dislike ballads)

my music taste can be described as like. neurodivergent weird kid alt rock and hot girl summer pop.

(music recs are very much welcome <33)

*taylor swift enjoyers follow at your own risk (i hate on her occasionally. i really dislike her music and she’s also not that great of a person)

random facts about me :3

⭐️i’m left-handed (bully me for it ik im a freak)

⭐️unfortunately a theater kid :/

⭐️tall for this website

⭐️the most insufferable and annoying person ever

⭐️DOESNT BITE!! (i swear)

⭐️ i’m genetically pitch perfect but i’m awful with rhythm

⭐️favorite planet is ur mom (i ❤️ venus)

⭐️honors roll baby 🔥🔥

⭐️im most likely neurodiverse?? undiagnosed but speculated

⭐️perpetually alone only child 😔 please talk to me i love chatting with people, asks and replies preferred, dms okay <33

⭐️favorite color green. all of the shades.

⭐️i haven’t cried properly in like a year and i am not breaking my mewing streak

⭐️minorly touch/attention starved :3

⭐️single & ready to mingle!! (please don’t fucking talk to me like that im aroace and a minor )

⭐️REBLOGGING MACHINE 💪💪

⭐️i’ve never seen an episode of spongebob but saw the musical

⭐️#1 BEST XBOX SIMMER 🔥🔥

⭐️im nicer than i seem (i’m also a very negative person in general but i keep my thoughts to myself!)

⭐️i have a massive sweet tooth :3

⭐️(new) tags guide!⭐️

*note this is a new system i’m trying out, some older posts do not apply

#asclexeposting - all original content

#camyyaps - unhinged text posts/late night eepy time posts/yapping in the tags

#cam touches grass - the rare times i go outside and touch grass and do stuff

#ask the fellows - relating to my ask blog (go follow it go do it its @ask-the-ducklings go ask stuff)

#me ask :3 - reblog of something i asked another blog

#mootie :3 - if we’re mutuals and you send me an ask i tag it with this :3

*you also get your own individual tag for asks, for example @pingunaa is ping :3 and @rubeslovesthesmiths is rubes :3, etc

#cammy’s 4 later tag :3 - stuff for later!!

#cam plays the sims :3 - my simming tag

old man doctor yaoi prompt list :3

my house md oc :3

⭐️side blogs!⭐️

@ask-the-ducklings - ask/roleplay blog 4 the house md duckligns

1/2 of @meanwhile-on-the-road, the other half is pookie @sillyhyperfixator

@house-md-referrer - house md references

@theindierockcafe - writing blog

this will be mostly reblogs of my silly mutuals/my fyp, i try to make original content often! I ❤️ REBLOGGING ART YOU SHOULD DO IT TOO!!!! hope we can get along! ask me whatever! i don’t know! be nice and respectful cause i’m a minor!

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disclaimer; i live in the us and a snowflake so im occasionally political, nothing too extreme im just scared 👍 i also don’t spoiler tag!! sorry!

if you want me to share your fundraiser; give me some time to verify you!!!! i promise im not ignoring you!!

blinkies made in the blinkie cafe :3

[mageofminge]

the day after i posted that wretched weezer fic i experience one of the worst days in my life.

perhaps this is a sign from god.

[i-belswan09]

part I of my grunge angst twilight fanfic is up!! @ariellaswan on wattpad <3

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Six: (woo-hoo) * and i know you're mine (His POV)

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               "I swear, I'm not doing this on purpose,” she says with a sigh, a hand on her forehead and a grimace on her lips. "Maybe it's best I follow Jessie's advice and refer you to another officer. If not, I'll just… keep pulling you into this mess."

               She's a weird lady.

               That's the initial thought to cross Sans's mind. 

               Why was she apologizing for something she hadn't even started, in the first place?

               "And before you say I'm apologizing for him again, I'm not. It's my responsibility to handle what's become of our relationship, just as it's... my fault I made him jealous of every person I talk to or hang out with. And it's my fault I still ended up marrying him despite all that stuff. I- I was too stupid, weak, and I still haven't changed one bit."

               The human leans over the counter, now unbuttoned shirt making him peak a bit too much under it.

               How hot Grillby's establishment is makes even him start to feel bothered by the heat – that, or it's mainly the effects of not being able to speak his mind about what he's witnessed tonight, and how little he knows about the human and her situation keeps it that way.

               While he understands where Jessie found charm in her – both in looks and not – he doesn't understand why he felt the need to go to such extremes as to harm her in the process of trying to keep her in the relationship. He also doesn't understand what she'd done for Jessie to react in such a way: threats, an affair, and stalking a monster that was only meant to be her job to research and get to know. Despite all that, he also can't yet determine if she's completely excused from the situation or at fault – again, due to how little he knows about her. And he most certainly couldn’t possibly ask her anything about this. That would be crossing far too many lines at once, plus taking on the risk of coming off as either nosy, imprudent, or outright disrespectful – perhaps, all at once.

               "what makes ya think he'll stop after that?” he says, after some silence. “he accused us of havin’ an affair just 'cuz you were my customer here once, and then he did all that. who knows what he'll do next? i don't mind you hidin’ out here, and neither does grillby, if that's what you're worried ‘bout."

               Her once faint frown deepens into a scowl, though it softens when she makes eye contact.

               "I think it's best I just go along with it for now, u- until he finally agrees to a divorce without taking away anything I could… regret later.”

               As she continues to lean closer over the counter, Sans feels she's too close for comfort. She doesn't seem to notice that detail herself, eyes drooping and casting down. Defeated – that's the only word he can find to describe the emotion present in her gaze. 

               Rather than bringing up proximity, Sans offers the human another water bottle.

               And that simple technique appears to help her regain more focus on her surroundings, along with an awareness of her closeness.

               She sits straighter, voicing another apology when she notices what she's done, and she promptly questions if he feels uncomfortable, to which he dismisses with a ‘not at all’.

               "Can't you talk about this to your department?” he asks, reeling back into the subject.

               "I did, but…. They say they don't have enough evidence." She pauses, tears dwelling in her eyes as her hand hesitates over the water bottle he offers to her, fingers shaking and gaze jumpy. "I'm… I'm sorry about all this. You barely know me, and yet here I am, c- crying 'cuz of some stupid trouble I got myself into. You really, really shouldn't bother yourself with me, Sans. Th- Thank you for your support, but I'll refer you to a new officer starting tomorrow."

               Her hand retreats from the bottle, closing to a fist afterward. 

               She then pulls back and stands up, the stool creaking with how abrupt her movements are. 

               Sans doesn't have a chance to so much as comment anything more on the topic, seeing her place a fifty on the counter and a couple of fives in the tip jar.

               "And please don't return the gift. Even if you give it to another monster, that's better than letting it all go to waste."

               He meets with her gaze, though she quickly averts from him and frowns. 

               It's obvious she's desperate to leave the bar, how on-edge she looks speaking by itself.

               "Hey,” he says, stopping her just as her hand reaches the door. “Calm down for a sec. I ain't askin' you to leave. Sit down for a minute and breathe. You're-"

               She wipes a tear with the back of her hand and turns back around, an apology written blatantly on her smile.

               "I'm sorry. I can't do that anymore. Maybe in the future, i- if we ever cross paths again… It'll be a different story. B- but right now, I'll just drag you down with me."

               Sans doesn't get to comment anything else.

               He sees her rush out of the bar with haste steps, not once looking back as she practically zooms past the open frame, quick enough that he can see her wait by the bus stop without the doors coming to a full close.

               Reluctantly, he sets the untouched water bottle down, gaze moving to the gift – still waiting.

               Sans feels an immediate urge to call her as soon as he checks the contents of the gift.

               Not only are there permits for an educational, house property, and safety rights licence, but there are also detailed, handwritten instructions on how to get the permits approved, all three that would allow him to have an easier time with getting by at the Surface. 

               There's a note folded underneath all the contents, a brief paragraph cleanly composed with purple ink – contrasting with the previous formality the black ink and stricter vocabulary carried.

[ I hope this serves you well. As far as I've researched your background, you seem to be clear. That alone helped make this process much easier. If, by any chance, any of these permits are rejected, don't hesitate to contact my business number or come visit my office. Judging by your records, the meeting I had with my department, and the kindness you've shown to me, that should be enough to establish you as an honest, hard-working person who wants nothing more than to live life serenely at the Surface. ]

[ Take care, Sans. I wish all goes well. ]

               He sets the note aside, a foreign feeling making his ribcage grow warm. 

               Weren't it evident she had gone as far as to block his number to prevent him from contacting her any further – her personal number, that is – he would call her right at this moment. 

               Strangely enough, he wants to keep himself loyal to his words – those he directed at Jessie when he tried to cross him. 

               Had things not turned out the way they did, he would've enjoyed the idea of having her around as a friend. Hadn't Jessie found all his contact info, social media, and – to top it off – workplace, solely to accuse him of 'boning' his wife, he wouldn't have minded getting to know her better, either. Had she not come across Jessie tonight, he would've imagined himself hanging out with her until late, sharing some time together and helping his shift go by faster and easier.

               For now, all he can do's wait until the rest of the night ends – for dawn to break. 

               For now, all he can do's hope for her safety and Frisk’s well-being.

               For now, all he can do's keep going himself.

               As he clocks out and leaves, he notices her suit jacket's been left behind. A flash from when she leaned over the counter reaches his mind, how different she looked with and without the jacket causing him to feel that same warmth in his ribcage once more. He's reluctant to grab it, though when he does, he throws it into Grillby's lost-and-found at the back of the storage room – simply put: a plastic bin where he often puts things customers leave behind. He folds and secures it neatly in a corner, brushing off that warmth with the flare of his nose cavity and the shake of his head.

               Had it seriously reached him, the thought of her being attractive? 

               He dismisses that question from his mind. 

               Jessie's accusations have been slowly getting to him – an issue most likely heightened with the accidental peek under her shirt when leaning over the counter. He's still trying to erase that image: a hint of black and red lace under all that formality. And he wouldn't dare to forgive himself for feeling so bothered by knowing just who she was wearing that for.

               The heat of Grillby's is getting to him, no doubt.

               It's a good thing he's clocked out.

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[charcharbinks333]

★☆about me☆★

a little bit about me, because why not <3

DISCLAIMER: if you know me IRL…. get outta here (unless ur matthew or ashton)

the name is charlie. pronouns are any i guess. i am genderfluid and bisexual. emo i guess? DNI IF UR LOOKING FOR A SB. I AM A MINOR.

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leo sun, leo moon, taurus rising. august 19th. spiritual and pagan, respect all religions.

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some of my amazing mutuals: @hoe4kai @hearts4golbach @sparky4577 @bornandraisediniowa @teapartyprincess4two

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music ~ HER’s, radiohead, weezer, the smiths, the smashing pumpkins, tv girl, sex drive culdesac, frank ocean, childish gambino, kendrick lamar, the beatles, sufjan stevens, mitski, panic! at the disco, pierce the veil (seen live!), blink-182 (seen live!), highschool, the cure, my chemical romance, sleeping with sirens, pigeon pit, peach pit, slipknot, korn, system of a down, strawberry alarm clock, michael cera, we the kings, fleetwood mac, avenged sevenfold, anti-flag, teen idles, chief keef, lil skies, dominic fike, chase atlantic, michael jackson, and more tbh

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movies ~ call me by your name, mean girls, princess and the frog, adult world, megamind, the lorax, the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, TASM, ITSV/ATSV, deadpool 1&2, coraline, paranorman, hocus pocus, beetlejuice, boxtrolls, kubo and the two strings, the red turtle, scream, then came you (2018), senseless, SLC punk, tangled, my little pony equestria girls/rainbow rocks/friendship games/legend of everfree, big time movie, ferris bueler’s day off, heathers

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tv shows ~ american horror story, community, how i met your mother, big bang theory, school spirits, new girl, rick and morty, brooklyn 99, modern family, AHS. (but i already mentioned that), adventure time, sugar rush (can’t lie it slaps)

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books ~ the perks of being a wallflower, paper towns, the obsession, want to go private?, girl stolen, gone girl, call me by your name, to kill a mockingbird, the tempest, catcher in the rye, around the world in 80 days

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youtubers ~ danny gonzalez, drew gooden, kurtis conner, dylan is in trouble, the sturniolo triplets, filmcooper, sam and colby, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, bobbybroccoli, larray, quen blackwell, carrington

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people i will write about ~ evan peters (and his characters), sam golbach, colby brock, carrington bornstein, jake webber, johnnie guilbert, tyler/hansumfella, milo manheim (and his characters), percy jackson (book/logan lerman version), charlie kelmeckis, matt/chris sturniolo (romantic/platonic), nick sturniolo (strictly platonic), tara yummy (platonic)

❝ rules and boundaries ❞

¡ rules and boundaries for my writing and recommendations !

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i am currently not comfortable with writing smut. the most i’ll write is implied nsfw or lime (teasing and such, between fluff and smut). if it’s recommended i won’t be bitchy, just politely turn it down and we can move on. this may change depending on if i broaden my writing horizons or not.

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any creators that have specified boundaries about fanfiction will not be included, and please inform me if they have specified and i’ve written about them, and it will be taken down immediately.

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do not repost my work onto other websites, such as wattpad or ao3. if you want to translate my work, ask for permission first and keep it on tumblr, and cred ofc.

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im not comfortable writing mlm, or trans!fem reader, as an afab person i don’t think i can get the proper perspective and it doesn’t feel like my place to write that. gn!reader and fem!reader are always the table, however

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if a character is underage, i will not write anything but fluff about them, probably won’t write anything romantic at all, but it all depends.

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i will add onto this if anything comes up and i hope you enjoy my future work :)

love always,

charlie.

[aroorchid-slenderman]

Niel cicierga ÷ Weezer divorce fanfiction (slendercord)