#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

[weezerlvr228]

OMGG

Happy Halloween!

Absolutely obssessed with the werewolf concept from The Pinkerton Diaries so here's a Werewolf!Rivers art! Tried to mimic the shading/lineart style of western comic books to hammer in that vintage werewolf feel :D

[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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[tismtron]

Can you drop some general dating eltingville club member hcs? It doesn’t matter who i genuinely just crave more fanfiction content of any of them

Absolutely I love these ugly loser boys

The Eltingville Club Headcanons

Pete Dinunzio

•Pete is the shortest of the club at 5’7, but the one who grounds everyone else with common sense, Although he is very impulsive himself.

•He was raised mainly by his father and had multiple siblings in his house. Though his father doesn’t support his horror movies or in his words “nerd shit.”

•mainly joined the club cause they are weirder than he is but supports his hobbies and interests so it give him some solace.

•Canonically into horror porn and cannibal flicks. I think he has paraphilia. He thinks cannibalism is very intimate, eating someone so they’re apart of you and all the time and dedication it takes to eat the entire body intrigues him.

•goes broke every Halloween cause he’s buying shit for either his collection or for his room. I like to think his birthday is in October.

•Has anger issues but not to the degree as bill or Josh do,and that comforts him in some way. Makes him feel better about himself. (He’d never tell them that.)

•wants to be covered in tattoos when he’s older, but in reality he’d probably just get five or six on his arms.

•tried to smoke cigarettes but his dad caught him and made him smoke the whole pack.

•his father and siblings harass him the way that some households do when one them picks up a neither hobby and bullies them cause it’s weird.

•very sweet if he likes you. Will show affection in his own way like asking you to watch horror flicks or info dumping about his favorite slashers or the new dvd set he bought.

Jerry Stokes

•Jerry is the voice of reason that no one listens to. He lives with his mother and father as an only child.

•I like to believe his parents are conservative or religious and don’t like when his fantasy interests because they think it’s immoral or something.

•(taking this headcanon from Tahawkydingo on ao3) his parents found his porn stash of fantasy cosplay pinups and they sent him to gay conversion camp.

•Is autistic but his parents deny that he is. vocally stims with his bidibidi bit and hyper fixates on fantasy. Wants to go to a renaissance fair so bad but no one wants to go with him.

• his parents treat him differently after his parents came to terms with him having autism and they unintentionally belittle him, he stays with the club because they don’t baby him like his parents do.

•has watched every fantasy movie from the eighties at least four times.

•avid weezer listener

Bill Dicky

•snarky fuck. Will always try to get the last say in an argument and gets very butt hurt if he doesn’t.

• He lives with his mom and younger sister. His mom has full custody of him so he never sees his father.

•one thing I saw is that Bill is usually the one to throw the first punch besides Josh. I theorize that his dad used to get physical with him and it hasn’t really clicked with him that he was abused and think it’s normal.

•male manipulator by the book definition of antisocial personality disorder in the comics, average smiths listener in the pilot.

• tried to work at gamestop or Blockbuster but either got denied for having expired dvd returns or stole.

Josh levvy

•lives with his mother and father. I think of him as the youngest sibling if he ever had any brothers or sisters.

•His parents are Jewish and if he showered more he’d have natural curls. Without his glasses he can only see blobs of color, his vision is getting worse.

•it’s cannon that he only eats things that have collectibles in them and hates doing it. But I think he’s always been insecure of his body for a long time and is at the point where he doesn’t care what people see him like some tub of lard because his self esteem is low.

•secretly feels that he’d never measure up to the expectations his parents give him so he doubles down.

•His dad used to get physical with him as a kid as a punishment, like belting or smacking him up side the head if he says something wrong. So he got more aggressive when someone made him upside or says something he doesn’t like.

•collects not even for fun, just to have. Because it’s become such a big part of himself he doesn’t know what to do if he stops.

[crackaneggonmynoodles]

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Hi, I'm eggnoodles. Welcome to my blog :3

⚠️⚠️Warning: I am gender critical/ a terf. I do not hate trans people or wish harm on anyone who is. I wanted to put this warning here because some people may not be comfortable interacting with a blog like that, so if you aren't, keep scrolling. otherwise, welcome to my blog. ⚠️⚠️

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I'm 16, so don't be weird. I'm a girl, I only speak english (sadly). I want to make tumblr friends. I'm autistic and I have ADHD, and I like talking about it because it's a significant part of me. Sometimes I don't make much sense when I post. I'm not part of a specific religion, but I'm questioning my beliefs.

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I have a mini Aussie named ginger (she lives with my mom) and a burmese mountain doodle named Finn (he lives with my dad.) During the school year I board at school, like college, and I want to go to art school when I graduate.

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I like fashion and sewing, making art (specifically cartoons and comics), collecting random stuff (sonny angels, precious moments, posters, hair clips, etc), animated movies/shows, reading fanfiction, manga, analogue horror, weird internet mysteries, music, and eating sugary food (ice cream will be the death of me).

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🛸　　　 　‘　°　　　•　　.’°•　　　🚀 ✯ 　　　★　*　　　　　°　 ‘ *　　“🛰 　°·　　                           🪐 .　　　•　° ★　•  ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▇▆▅▄▃▁▂. Some media i <3:

SHOWS

° Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, Vinland Saga, Serial Experiments Lain, Erased, KAIBA MY UNDERRATED FAVV, Attack on Titan, cardcaptor sakura, angel beats, Inuyasha, K-on, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, School-Live!, Kino's journey, Elfen Lied

MOVIES

°Nausicaa of the valley of the wind, Laputa, Princess Mononoke, Time of Eve, Wolf Children, The Animatrix, The Summer (korean lesbian movie so so underrated), Song of the Sea, Yobi the five tailed fox, Fantastic Planet, Perfect Blue, Millenium Actress, Spirited Away, Grave of the fireflies, Ponyo

° Non-animated: The Virgin Suicides, Thirteen, Juno, All about Lily chou chou, Kamikaze Girls, White Oleander, Ladybird, Jennifers body, pretty much any 70s-90s chickflick i watched with my mom (think Grease or Breakfast Club)

GRAPHIC NOVELS/BOOKS

°Chainsaw man, Oyasumi Punpun, On A Sunbeam, Spinning, Persepolis, Orange, I want to eat your pancreas, Attack on Titan

°Earthlings, No Longer Human, any poetry by Mary Oliver, and... I haven't read much lately give me recs pls ^_^

MUSIC

°Venetian Snares, Goreshit, Aphex Twin, Cynthoni/sewerslvt, 1-800-PAIN, Smashing Pumpkins, Kate Bush, Adrienne Lenker, Jun Togawa, Deftones, RADIOHEAD!!!!, Weezer, Sign Crushes Motorist, Foo Fighters, Nirvana, The beatles, Fiona Apple, Tommy February6, The Cure, L7, Courtney Love, Jack Off Jill, TV girl, Beabadoobee, Boâ, bjork

ARTISTS/OTHER STUFF

I like the art of aya takano, tillie walden, yoshitomo nara, kim jung gi, junko mizuno, si_ku, ken currie, daisuke igarashi, inio asano, gekidan inu curry, I also love analog horror (the tangi virus is my favorite one) and internet mysteries/lost media. Fashion archive/street snaps are really really awesome, I like Fruits magazine and Hel Looks.

My favorite food is french fries and ice cream TIED, but burritos are a close second. And pancakes, oh god... I like winter and fall a lot, because it's close to all the wintery holidays. And i love snow. I like cats a lot, foxes, rabbits, squirrels, caterpillars, MONKEYS AND PRIMATES OMGGGGG, and lots of other animals. I'm interested in really ancient history/civilizations, like Sumer. I like plushies too. And walking around in the woods, or sleeping a lotttt. And just weird stuff like random rabbit holes of research.

I'm questioning my exact political beliefs but I am interested in radical feminism. I do not identify fully with any political movements, I'm still learning.

I may express disagreement for certain ideologies, people, etc but I do not wish harm or ill will upon any such groups. If you disagree with me I am open to some debates but may not engage for long due to my own mental health and priorities. In the end we are all human and deserve a fulfilling life with one another.

I'm also very cringe and pretentious and if you have any feedback on any posts in which i try to say something of substance feel free to share.

I don't have a dni, if you're gross I'll block you. (I give a warning before I block, I won't randomly block you if we've been talking.) i mean, if you're some 4chan dwelling pdf file who wants to spam my asks with yaoi furry foot fetish art, thats an obvious dni, i guess just use common sense...

anyways ya be my friend pls

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