#when will Ronnie Radke ever shut up

[trash-monkey]

Kiss Of lycanthropy Love

Chapter 2

A healing room is just basically a hospital wing in Lycaon term but more in medieval style as rows of freshly clean beds line both sides of the room while medicines, medical ingredients and other medical things are locked in several glass door cabinets at the end of the room. If a Lycaon is injured that it'll take sometime to heal they'll will be laid onto one of the beds to recover unless otherwise which they'll be moved to a Recovery room while childbirth gets one of the many private rooms down the hall. During the night I have brought Harry in while still unconscious and now have found myself sitting in a chair beside the bed that Harry is resting in.

"How are you feeling?" I asked not looking up from the book I'm reading as Harry blinks a few times before sitting up to look around confused on where he is but he quickly turns to me when hearing my voice only to notice he isn't wearing he's glasses and that his sight is perfectly fine without them, he also noticed he's also wearing new clothes that actually fit him.

"Fine but where am I and who are you?" He's voice is groggy from just waking up but it's filled with confusion and fear which I gently shut my book to put aside on the small nightstand before turning to him.

"You're in the healing room of the secret Lycaon society and I'm Ronnie Radke, your uncle." I tell bluntly not want to hid anything from him as it isn't my style to do so anyway which caused Harry's eyes to widen at the words before shaking his head in disbelief.

"You can't be....." He trails off in disbelief

"I'm your uncle on your father's side" I hand him the thick family tree scroll and watch as he opens it up to skim through the branches of the old large tree to see his picture and name close to my own.

"But how?" He softly questions as he turns his head to me again as his eye's are pleading and begging for answers.

"Sebastian Standler was adopted into my family when he was a child but years later he had find his mate in the Wizarding World so he swear secrecy of the Lycaon society to live with her." As I spoke I point to Sebastian on the tree and then his mate Sorrel Potter, I moved on down through a few Potters before getting to James and then stopping at Harry.

"Like you in the Wizarding World I'm the last of my family in the Lycaon society, we're the last of the Radke family." Although he hardly knows me right now but hearing the sadness in my voice at being the last of my family and the fact of me being his uncle finally set in although with many possibilities in mind he suddenly throws himself into hugging me tightly which I immediately returned right back just as tight.

"I am sorry for what they have done to you but I didn't know...." I trail off feeling his body tremble as he sobs in my hold.

"You don't have to return to that house ever again." I spoke when his crying settles down but his head immediately snap to me when hearing my words

"W-what about Hogwarts?" He questioned while fidgeting with the ends of the long sleeved shirt he's wearing making me sigh.

"The Council of the Lycaon society have already decided to let you if you wish to do so but I'll have accompany you." Harry nods which I can see he's relieved at being allowed to go back but he quickly started to panic.

"What about my owl and my things?"

"Do not worry, I want back after bringing you here to grab your things and place them into a bedroom in my home which I will take you to now if you're up to it?" I stand up from the chair and grabbed my book before watching Harry stand up from the medical bed only to immediately inspect his body when feeling stronger and powerful then before.

"You'll get use to it, Nephew!" I said amused snapping him out of his trance and he quickly followed behind me when I strolled out.

"My name is Ronnie Radke, warrior class and magic master of the Lycaon society." I introduced myself properly to Harry as we stroll down the hall of the stone building we use as a hospital.

"Magic Master?" Harry quickly questions as he didn't know such a thing existed.

"Yes, I have studied a lot of magic although there is still so much I haven't learned yet as there many things still unknown about magic but I have done what's required for me to become a Magic Master in the Lycaon society." I explained as I opened the heavy wooden door that leads out of the hospital and into the small town which is buzzing with people, a large forest surround the small town with large properties dotted through the forest which you can barely see from where we are standing and Harry stares stunned at the view.

"Welcome to one of many towns that are in the Lycaon society." I gesture to the town before strolling down the steps making Harry snap out of his aw and catch up to me although he still looks around like the first time he went to Diagon Ally, although it's a small town we still need a way to get around so we do have cars but they can't leave the town.

"Get in" I lead Harry to a truck a few step down the block.

"You said you'll be taking me to your home?" Harry questions as he gets in after me.

"Yes, to the Radke manor" I answered as I start the vehicle and pulled it onto black top but it quickly turns to gravel as we head out of town square.

"What happens now?" Harry asked without looking at me as he watches the trees go by.

"I'll teach you how our society works and then you can decide what to do after." The Radke manor slips into view like every manor it's large and exquisite, a few servants here and there helping me keep up the place.

"I'm going to stay here?" Harry gasped at the view of the Radke manor.

"Yep, I hope it'll become your home also." I park the truck in front of the manor.

"Harry, this Jack one of many people that helps me keep this place going which you'll meet them all soon or later." I hand Jack the truck keys so he can put the truck into the garage as I show Harry around which right as we come in a white owl immediately descendants from the ceiling as there many little places here and there for any owl to free roam the manor.

"Hedwig!" Harry greeted his owl friend with excitement which he immediately started petting her when she settles on his shoulder and she purrs in return, glad her wizard is in good health.

"See, I told you he'll be fine." I pointed out to Hedwig with a sigh and grin only for her to give me a side eye as she started to preen Harry's wild nest of hair but since he got his creature inheritance it has become less wild and more black then the dark brown, this confuses Harry on why I'm talking to his owl.

"Harry, magical animals are more intelligent then the normal mean Hedwig here can actually understand everything you say to her. Which I explained to her what happened along the way and she got extremely worried about you." Hedwig turned her narrowed eye to Harry.

"That's right I understand everything and I'm not letting you getting from worrying me like that." Her expression speaks volumes as it feels like she's holding herself back from giving him some deserve pecks for that scare.

"Hedwig, I'm sorry but I'm completely fine now and thank you for worrying" Harry apologized to the beautiful white owl which she only fly up to one of many post and sit there with her narrowed eyes staring down at Harry, making him sigh seeing it'll take more then one apology for get forgiveness from Hedwig.

"There are many posts like that all around the manor close to the ceiling so any owl the Radke family houses can have free roam of the whole property." I quickly explained the reason for said posts before Harry can questioned them and why Hedwig isn't in her cage before guiding him to the room I had put his stuff in.

"The manor has plenty of rooms so if this isn't to your liking you can switch as long as you tell me that you are." Harry gaze around the room which is the smallest the manor has as I thought he won't want a large room, the room has the usual study desk and walk in closet along with a large four poster bed.

"No, this is perfect." Harry mumbled under his breath but with my sensitive hearing I still heard him as if he's talking at a normal volume.

"Explore and rest as you like, also dinner starts in an hour." With that I leave Harry's bedchambers with a soft smile and stroll to my office to get a all paperwork done as fast as I can without being sloppy and grading my students work so I can focus solely on Harry this week, after graduation from the Roscommon academy here which I was one of many on top of my classes I moved on to get my warrior class title from Master Oakrum and then magic master title from Master Lockory before taking a year to get my teaching license so I can teach at Roscommon academy. Which is why I'm send a letter to the academy's headmaster Alden explaining why I need a substitute teacher to take my place for a week or more before sending another letter to the healer Jasper that's overlooking Harry's case explaining I wish to see his medical records myself.

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Late Night Calls

Summary: As much as you love talking to the guys, late night calls with them isn’t always the best thing, especially when timezones are in the way.

Word count: 4,993

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Ah, tests. No matter how good you were at school, there would never come a time when you’d look back on them with a smile. Of course, with this being the last year you’d have to take them (at least, until you decide to go to college), you just can’t afford to flunk a single one. Despite several protests from both your own squad and the boys, you promptly locked yourself in your room with nothing but several cans of Red Bull and one too many snacks that definitely didn’t count as dinner. Of course, you couldn’t really ignore the repeated knocking on your door (courtesy of Elodie, the twins, and Alex) nor could you ignore the buzzing of your phone, no doubt caused by the guys trying to convince you to take a break and actually eat something that didn’t come from a vending machine, so with a sigh, you get off your bed and unlock the door.

Unbeknownst to you, Alex stopped banging on the door roughly half an hour ago, and she’d been put on update duty; sending pictures and telling Zabdiel–who would then tell the others–how things were going on their end. Zabdiel did the same, although he still sent you messages every half hour or so. By the end of your five-hour study session, you swear there would be little grooves on your door from where one of the girls’ bracelets or rings hit. Checking your phone for the notifications, you’re mildly impressed to see the number of messages and missed calls you got, most of them from Erick and Chris. Probably something about your unhealthy habits, but really, you’re not about to listen to them; those two were sometimes worse than you after all.

And that’s how, ninety minutes later, you went back to your room after a somewhat excruciating–but delicious–dinner. As she came from a family that put a premium on academic achievement, Alex was the most sympathetic to your wanting to spend the rest of the night studying, though she was quick to tell you to not “study until you pass out” again. Slipping on a stolen hoodie (probably Christopher’s judging by how it wasn’t too baggy on you), you put on your studying playlist and get lost in your textbooks, a feat more difficult than it would seem.

The hours pass in a blur of flash cards, ink smudges, notes scrawled messily in the margins of a page, and several breaks for you to pop the knuckles of your hand when it feels like it’s about to cramp up from writing so much. By the time you finish, it’s already nearing eleven in the evening, and judging by the lack of noise from beyond your door, the others were already asleep or out. (E/c) eyes glance over the mess on your desk, papers and books and pens strewn around your laptop. You then glance over to the vanity-turned-extra-desk-space in front of your bed, brows furrowing at the mess. Not really the most ideal set-up, especially when everything you needed had to be within arm’s reach, but you could fix it later on. Or once your tests are over, something that seems more likely than the former.

Stretching your limbs, you let out a yawn before your eyes fall upon your phone, a notification light blinking to alert you of, well, unseen notifications. Placing your thumb over the home button for it to acknowledge your fingerprint, you rub your eyes with the other hand as your phone unlocks to show everything you’ve missed.

Thirty missed WhatsApp calls from the guys.

Several puns from Erick telling you to stay hydrated and take care of yourself.

Memes from both Chris and Erick that are related to the subjects you currently had.

Khan Academy videos from Zabdiel and Joel.

And finally, a group selfie from Richard, with all of them looking like kicked puppies. You have no idea who came up with the caption, but you were sure the dorks were trying to guilt you into studying and looking after your health. As much as you wanted to deny it, the fact that they all cared enough to spam your phone with messages telling you to take care of yourself warmed your heart. Needless to say, that picture gets saved to your gallery, where you’ll keep it to look at every time you needed a reminder to look after yourself it’ll stagnate and probably end up buried under the copious amount of memes and videos you save from your chats with the guys.

Noticing that your phone’s about to die–you both love and hate them for spamming it, because that meant your battery got drained quicker than it normally did–, you snag one of the many phone chargers on your bedside table, plugging it into the socket behind your table lamp and leaving it there. Next, you stretch some more before you pad over to your bathroom, fully intent on taking a shower before falling asleep. Hey, you might even get the chance to try out that new body wash you and Joel got from Lush the last time you hung out with him.

You step out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, shea butter-scented steam wafting into your room. Mental note to self, (Y/N): thank Joelito next time you see him, because shea butter smells so good. Plus it felt great on your skin, a bonus that usually came with the skincare products you bought. Yes, where most people bought skincare stuff for the sake of making their skin better, you buy the stuff because it smells good. After you wring out the excess water with a towel, you plonk down on the stool in front of the bathroom counter, a hairbrush in one hand and the hair dryer in another. Five minutes is all it takes for your hair to be just a little damp, and you set the dryer down to brush your hair until it’s no longer wet. Once that’s done, you brush your teeth and rush through the five step skin regime that Iana and Joel set up for you. Yeesh.

By the time your head hits the pillow, you don’t bother with anything aside from getting the blanket over your head as sleep claims you. Too bad you’re not getting the uninterrupted eight hours of sleep you wanted.

CYOA: Pick Your Boy

Christopher Velez:

maybe it wasn’t a good idea for you to set one of the most iconic songs in your music library as his ringtone

but really, Sk8r Boi was the song for him

YES IT’S BC HE’S AN ACTUAL SKATER

plus it was the first song you two ever jammed out to, so it’s got a special spot in your friendship

ANYWAY

as much as you love Avril Lavigne, you weren’t fond of waking up to the guitar riff you always played when you got your hands on an electric guitar

honestly you were tempted to let it go to voicemail because DAMN IT BRYANT, YOU WERE SLEEPY

but you figured that Chris wouldn’t call you at fuck knows what time in the morning if there wasn’t a reason

so you pick up, pulling the micro-USB connector from your phone’s charging port before pressing it into your ear, half your face smooshed into your pillow

“Nena!”

now normally the hyper ball known as Christopher Velez wouldn’t annoy you by simply saying one word, but… you were tired

so you grunt before speaking. 

“Hola, Chris.”

bear in mind you were rudely awakened by his ringtone playing, so you’re not in the best mood rn

but he deadass doesn’t pick up on it

so he’s babbling on and on, switching between Spanish and English way too quickly for your still-sleepy mind to comprehend

just as you’re about to yawn, he stops mid-sentence

��(Y/N)? Cuál es tu color favorito?”

you actually yawn while he’s asking, and it takes a second or so for you to realize he asked for your favorite color

“Uhh (f/c),” you say, yawning right after.

he doesn’t say much to you after, and you’re about to let the background noise from his end lull you to sleep

HA SIKE

just as you close your eyes, he makes this triumphant little noise that wakes you up again

and really, you don’t want to rain on his parade (even if he’s keeping you from your precious sleep), so you pull the phone away to let a tiny groan out

(Y/N) wants sleep

pero Christopher, el loco, just had to call you. smh

once you press the phone back to your ear, you barely just get the tail end of what he was saying

and really, you missed the guys (and Chris’ crazy laugh, but shh), but you needed sleep

so you yawn again before interrupting him

“Dude, I miss you and all, pero estoy cansado, chico.”

on one hand, he feels bad. but on the other, your sleepy voice is hella cute so… he has no regrets.

maybe a little guilt bc he knows you needed sleep to help with your test

so he’s all like “Ah, lo siento conejito. Go back to sleep, si? Just call me after your test!”

too bad you fell asleep in the middle of his apology lmao

he was waiting for a verbal response, but then he heard a snore

headass wanted to record it for blackmail purposes but nah

so he just hung up

gracias mucho, Christopher

(Y/N)’s circadian rhythm salutes you

also you called him as soon as school let out so you could tell him you did decent on the test

when you got it back, you sent him a picture. perfect score, hell yes.

lowkey you had to beg him not to post it on his IG. it’d be awkward af, plus it’d fuel some rumors that really wouldn’t be good for anyone

Richard Camacho:

okay, so you really had to set a punk rock song for this somewhat emo lil bish’s ringtone

but rn, you’re regretting it

no, Ronnie Radke, (Y/N) (L/N) doesn’t know why good girls go for bad guys now please shut it

it really suited Richuki tbh, what with him definitely pulling off the bad boy daddy dom look, but goddamnit it was loud

also Good Girls Bad Guys was the first Falling In Reverse song he ever listened to (courtesy of your emo phase that didn’t quite end, just turned lowkey) and he liked it

2012 (Y/N) is thrilled that 2018 (Y/N) has a friend who’s willing to listen to punk rock with her, even if said friend is a bit of a flirt

so he calls you around 4 am your time

you’re still a lil grumpy, but since you were in NREM 1, you woke up pretty easily

doesn’t mean you’re happy about it though

adios eight hours of uninterrupted sleep

but you figure this would happen sooner or later, especially since you and the guys have this sibling-like dynamic now

you pick up ofc, bc you’re already awake and you really don’t like sending any of your friends to voicemail

and he’s just surprised you picked up

there’s a little tremor in his voice and it makes you worry because you’ve never known his voice to not be even because of anything other than anger

or so you thought

now that he sounds upset, you’re a little more awake than before

“Que pasa?”

you usually switch between Spanish and English when talking to them, and it stays that way no matter how sleepy you are

there’s silence on his end for a while, and while it does make you worry more, it makes you a lot sleepier

you swear you’re about to fall asleep before he speaks up again

“No es nada. Just go back to sleep, okay?”

as tempted as you are to do just that, you’re not about to. bitchass had the guts to call you before dawn and make you worry before saying it was nothing? nuh-uh

you love sleep, but you love your friends (and your hobbies) more

“Don’t give me that bullshit Camacho.”

using his last name? he screwed up, and Richard knows it

he’s kinda quiet on the other end though, and you! don’t! like! it!

“Yashel? Richuki? C'mon man, what’s wrong?”

blame it on the fact that it’s like 4 am, that’s the only reason you’re being a softie rn

“It’s nothing. Sorry for waking you.” And then headass fucking hangs up

much to your chagrin

THE AUDACITY

he calls you before the asscrack of dawn, makes you worry, then decides that it’s nothing before hanging up on you? R U D E 

like, screw the fact that you only had four or so hours of sleep, something was up with Richard and you’re determined to find out what

so, against your better judgement, you call him

he picks up bc headass didn’t set a different ringtone for you even if you’re friends hmph

“What happened?” literally no hesitation or beating around the bush here; if something was wrong, then you sure as hell wanted to know about it, especially since he called you

“It’s nothing (Y/N). You have a test tomorrow, just go sleep.” and then he hangs up on you AGAIN

by this point you’re cranky and mildly insulted, so you plug your phone back in to charge before you go back to sleep

you didn’t wake up in the best mood that day, ngl

lil bit snappy, kinda sassier than usual

basically your mood was like Joel’s every time he was on Twitter

the bad mood followed you all the way through your test, and it was pretty obvious from how tightly you were holding onto your pen

after school, though, you call him again and hope he doesn’t hang up on you

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong now?”

“Am I a good dad?”

oof this was not something you were prepared for

“The hell are you talking about? You’re a better dad than most are, man.”

as it turns out, he misses Aaliyah and worries that he’s not doing the best he can as a father

and you’re like “???” because the fact that he and Yocelyn are co-parenting means that he’s doing his best

especially given that he’s away on tours and doing promo stuff a lot

and he’s slowly spiraling into this really dark space and you! refuse! to! let! it! happen!

“Dude, listen to me. Yes you’re not around as much as you want to, and yes you may miss some parts of her life, but look at it this way: you’re making an effort to be part of her life, and that’s way more than I can say for most of the guys who accidentally knock up their girlfriend. So chill, okay?”

soft hours have been extended all bc Richuki doubted himself :((

by the end of the call, he’s feeling a lot better

“Gracias, nena.”

“De nada, dude. Next time though? Don’t call me sounding all upset and shit and then hang up.”

he laughed at that, but then apologized, so you’re not annoyed at him anymore

lowkey you’re considering changing his ringtone but… nah

Zabdiel de Jesus

if there was anyone of the guys you thought would know not to call you when you’re supposed to be asleep, it’d be Zabdiel

but nOPE

he called you probably thirty minutes after you fell asleep

and even if Britney Spears is a guilty pleasure, you don’t want to wake up to Womanizer blaring from your phone

sorry Elodie

but it’s blaring and you’re rudely awakened and now you’re sleepily squinting/glaring at the stupid thing as if it would make it stop. it doesn’t.

so now you’re picking it up because damn it, what the fuck could Zabdiel want?

you yawn as you accept the call, laying on your side so you don’t have to hold the phone to your ear

“Que?”

you didn’t expect to hear loud ass bass and what was probably a party on the other end

but you did

and now you’re trying to keep yourself from cussing at him. you two weren’t that close yet, and no way were you going to risk offending someone because they called you at lord knows what time in the morning.

so you take a page out of his book and take several breaths to calm yourself before repeating the question

“Cometí un error,” he groans, and you’re so tempted to just yeet your phone away because fucking hell, he’s drunk! or somewhat intoxicated.

either way, you are not in the right state of mind to speak to a drunk person

“¿Qué hiciste?“ It’s a struggle to not let the annoyance in your voice show, but you barely even manage to hide it. Thankfully, he’s too drunk to notice.

“I screwed up, (Y/N).” The way he says it is almost too pathetic and you sigh.

“Si, you said that. What happened?” There’s mumbling on his end and all you could make out is a name: Gwen. it takes a while before you piece it together, and you facepalm once the puzzle pieces slot together.

he was upset about his ex

his ex that, according to rumors, he cheated on

and then, for some reason, he figured you were the best person to talk to? okay, not the best person, but one of the first people he should call. 

you were not equipped for this. nuh-uh.

“Zabdi, that was a whole year ago. Hell, maybe even more.” Really, you wanted to ask why the fuck he was thinking about this now

it’s been a Y E A R

“I really liked her,” he continues slurring into the phone, and you muffle a groan with your hand. did befriending an entire boyband mean that you had to listen to them talk about their exes even if it’s been a year? even if they were probably the cause behind the breakup in the first place?

can you resign from being their friend now? (you say this despite knowing you wouldn’t go through with it. you love the dorks too much)

“Zab, you can’t do anything about it now.” You’re trying to be a nice and comforting voice of reason, you really are, but damn it the bass is too loud and you still have a test later in the day

you don’t know what’s happening on his end, but you think you hear something that sounds suspiciously like a sob

cue another eye roll

“Escúchame, Zabdiel. It’s in the past, si? Nothing you can do about it other than learn from your mistake and no lo hagas de nuevo. Lo tengo?”

there’s a bit of scuffling on the other end, and your brows furrow. the hell was happening?

you get an answer when Clara’s voice comes through, and you blink. huh, guess they were bringing him back to the hotel. or his room, who knows.

“Lo siento (Y/N), the rest of the guys thought he went off with a girl,” she explains, and you muffle a yawn.

“It’s okay, Clara. Just–”yawn, “Make sure he doesn’t puke or something. G’night.”

you hang up before she does, plugging your phone back in before you finally conk out again

during dinner that evening, you ask the girls how to deal with a friend who’s an emotional drunk, just so you’re prepared for the next time he calls you when intoxicated.

after that, you send him a few feel-good texts. mostly stuff that siblings would send each other, so you’re really living up to the familial nature your friendship has begun to take on

Joel Pimentel:

just so we’re clear, the only reason you call Joel more than any of the other guys is because he rarely checks his messages, groupchats or otherwise

that said, you’re surprised when, instead of the first of your alarms, The A Team plays from your phone

it’s weird that he’s the one calling you and not the other way around, but you shrug it off

at least he’s calling around the time of your first alarm

“What,” you deadpan into the phone

“When the fuck were you going to tell me you were at the Infinity War premiere.”

whatever it is you were expecting to hear, this ain’t it folks

“Uhh… never?”

and cue a cranky Joelito ranting about you getting to be there and not telling him so he could’ve tried to get tickets 

to which you needed to cut him off

“Bitch, my parents got tickets. Besides, my godfather invited us.”

“Who’s your godfather?”

and cue the silence

“I’m not allowed to say.”

“W H O .”

it goes from this to you deflecting the topic until you decide to bring up your test.

he knows you’re trying to change the topic, but he’s going along with it. he’s been there before.

you start spewing out random facts, both to keep his mind from going back to anything Marvel-related and so you can see how much you remembered from last night’s study session

for the most part, it works.

Joel’s listening to you talk about facts, and every now and then he’d interject with a question, to which you quickly launch into an explanation that spawns even more questions from him

and so you two talk through the next two alarms you set, with you explaining concepts that would probably (hopefully please please please) show up on the test later

“You think I’m going to pass?”

“Hey, if I understood that because you managed to explain it to me, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, unless it doesn’t show up on the test.”

“… Don’t jinx yourself.”

you two hang up around the same time, and you’re in a considerably good mood considering he called you to ask how you managed to be at the Infinity War premiere

also it’s shocking how you two didn’t sass each other much during it

come to think of it, what time was it there when he called?

meh, you’ll figure out later. right now, you have to get ready for school, and that uniform tie isn’t going to tie itself.

#privateschoollife

ANYWAY, you get to school and shit, breeze through most of your classes until last period

DUN DUN DUN

test time

you’re shaking with nerves bc the teacher for this one is notorious for giving college-level tests to his AP classes

and even if he’s been your teacher for the past three years, you’re still terrified of failing any of his tests

but one look at the questions had you breathing a sigh of relief.

those were the things you explained to Joelito! you were going to pass!

ngl, you nyoom through the multiple choice questions and double check your math for the ones that need calculations

once school lets out for the day, you find a nice, secluded area near the botanical garden (again, private school feels) so you could call Joel and tell him you’ve got a good chance of passing the test

but when he picks up he sounds groggy af

oh, how the tables have turned

but you’re sympathetic bc he needs to look pretty; his face is one of his main selling points after all

“Hi, sorry I woke you, but I think I’m definitely gonna pass. Thanks for a while ago, bye, love you dude! Get some more sleep!”

how you managed to say that in one breath, no one has any idea.

meanwhile Joel’s just staring at his phone in confusion before realizing you thanked him for helping you recall what you studied

you two didn’t acknowledge the “love you” that got dropped in that quick, minute-long call and you never will

later that night, he calls you again because he saw another picture of you at a Marvel premiere

and this time, you two sass each other until you fall asleep

sass buddies til the end of the line

unlike Steve and Bucky BC THE END OF THE LINE WAS APPARENTLY A CHANCE TO TIME TRAVEL

anyway

it’s back to your regular, sassy program with (Y/N) and Joel. except for when tests come along, especially midterms and finals.

you two have late night calls just for him to help you study

Erick Brian Colon:

after a bit of shifting around in your bed so you can comfortably nestle in your blankets, you finally drift off to sleep, dreaming of getting an Academy Award in the future

as you were about to accept said award, the dream gets shattered when the fucking Guachineo begins to play

along with the shattering of that dream (because damn it, it’s been a near constant goal since you were a kid) comes a rude awakening not even thirty minutes after you fell asleep

as much as you loved Erick (PLATONICALLY), you were going to throttle him, pretty eyes or not

at least, that was the plan until you hear his voice

who knew someone could sound so shaken up over the phone?

okay that was rude and insensitive af but you weren’t expecting this

he literally sounded like he was about to cry, and damn it, this was the baby! this was little bebito Erick on the phone sounding like he’s about to cry and you’re not going to hang up on him.

to be fair, you wouldn’t hang up on any of your friends, but least of all Erick.

so in the sleepy voice you swore never to let anyone but the rest of your squad hear, you yawn out a “Que pasa?”

he’s practically sniffling, and even if he doesn’t quite want you to hear him cry, you’re one of the first people he thought to call, especially since the guys were out at the club 

“Extraño a mi familia,” he admits, voice shaking and you just want to wrap the guy in a blanket and cuddle him.

sure you don’t really get homesick much since you don’t live far from your parents, but it’s a wholly different thing for Erick

for one thing, he has a tight bond with his family. for another, he was what, 14 or 15 when CNCO was formed. it was probably the first time he was away from them for a long period of time, and sometimes, it didn’t get easier to bear with the passage of time

“No llora, bebito.” You’re trying to comfort him and all but you’re not exactly the best person to go to when you need emotional support. Hell, you can barely support yourself emotionally.

which brings you to the question: why me

and why when you had a quiz the next day

but this was Erick. not only was he your fellow group baby, but he was little bebito as well

you’re not about to let him be upset like this, not when you could do something about it

one problem though: you have no idea what to do about it. nice.

thankfully, he keeps talking.

as it turns out, it’s not just homesickness he’s dealing with

it’s also the pressure he puts on himself to be as good as the rest of the guys are

to be as charming as Chris, as good of a dancer as Richard, as intellectual as Joel and Zabdiel

and suddenly, you get where he’s coming from. mostly

it’s like an inferiority complex, but also, not really

as the youngest, you two had the most to prove

you two had the most expectations ahead of you

so it’s natural that you’ll end up pressuring yourselves to meet and exceed those expectations

now you know what to do, BUT you don’t know what to say

“It’s okay to feel like that, bebito,” you start, sitting up and pulling your knees to your chest. “Pero you need to remember that you don’t have to be like them. Dejaste de competir con otros when you guys won La Banda. Now, the only competition you need to worry about is yourself, si?”

you really want to baby him, especially with how soft and watery his voice sounds over the phone, but you know he’s not going to like it

as the youngest, you two end up being babied by those who know you as a member of your respective groups

and it gets annoying after some time because you just want to be treated like an adult

so you’re not going to baby him completely

you kind of stick to a soft voice the whole time you two talk

and when you feel a yawn coming on, you muffle it with your hand bc you don’t want him to feel bad

it takes a while before you ask how he’s feeling

but when he says that he’s feeling better, you immediately feel relieved

not just bc this meant you’ll be able to sleep soon, but bc it meant he wasn’t as upset anymore

a crying and upset friend always made your heart sad, but a crying and upset Erick? you were half-tempted to book a flight to wherever they were and give him a hug, exam be damned

“Gracias mucho, nena.”

“You promise you’re okay now?”

“Si. Good night, (Y/N).”

Yawn. “Good night, bebito.”

so you go back to sleep, then wake up when your alarms go off

the school day passes by in a blur, but you’re hurrying to go home bc you wanted to check in on him via FaceTime

so you do, but he doesn’t pick up

instead you just leave him a message in his voicemail

hopefully he listens to it bc as his fellow group baby, he needed to know that you were gonna be there for him when he can’t share stuff with the other guys

literally though, he’s the only one to always bring out your soft side.

but at least you love the dork.

[dweebobeebo-blog]

Closing time III- Gerard way

warnings; talk about being hit, yellling, crying.  words;2442 pairing; Y/n x Gee & the babies  master

being on tour with the guys is great, I mean at least I'm away from that hell hole, I called Paul and explained everything he said he was happy I'm out of there. I can't help but miss it though, they were my family even if they did bad things and weren't blood. I had heard from one of the other girls they're in for a couple years. And when I can come back I need to testify against them with the other girls. The girls who are thanking me for getting them out too.

I thought Gee and I were pretty close but I was just a lost cause he was trying to save and that's what he did, because now he hardly acknowledges me. Frank and Mikey still do a lot at that, they're like my best friends. Are my best friends and the only ones I have at that. Its late night and I can't sleep. Tonight I keep having dreams of Cody and Devin, when they were in good moods they were fun they took us shopping a lot they thought we were siblings but that's not the only thing bothering me the whole Gerard ignoring me since we left is. I wonder what I did.  Figuring I won't get any sleep tonight, I grab a drink and my newly picked up habit smoking. And go outside of the bus sitting on the concrete. I lean against the bus, sighing at the cool air that hits me the beautiful sky seems to warm me somehow. Since I met the guys, at night i connected the stars with Gerard, he saved me he gave me hope and warmth, now I just get that from the stars

"Hey, whatre you doing out here?" The voice snaps me from my trance, Frank and Mikey

"Can't sleep I guess" I sigh "you?"

"Hot inside there" mikey laughs "you okay? You seem a little zoned"

"Oh yeah just thinking Mikey don't worry" I nudge him when he sits down "kinda home sick"

"You're new to this is happens, tomorrow Mikey Ray and I will take you somewhere" frank says "anywhere you like"

"Ice cream and build a bear" I smile "I know I'm not twenty"

"We can all get matching black bears!" Mikey yells

"Yeeesss!" I giggle "thanks guys I needed a smile and a laugh"

"We figured as much,you seemed down" Mikey puts his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder "just looking out for yah"

"Thanks" I smile "I just feel like I shouldn't be here"

"Why?" Frank asks

"Im not sure" I lie "I'm gonna try to sleep again"

I kiss their cheeks and go back inside the bus, I've been choosing to sleep on the couch. I lay there for a while staring at the ceiling.

×× I woke up to someone laying on top of me,I groan and try to get them off me but they just laugh dammit frank, what time even is it

"Get off me Frankie" I groan

"Wake up it's noon we got plans remember!" He laughs "cmooonn you'll make Mikey and I cry "

"If I get up what do I get?" I giggle opening one eye "besides ice cream and a bear"

"Uhm" he makes a face, thinking hard I can see I start laughing "I don't know just get up I'll give you cake!"

"Finneeee" he gets off me and I get up and go get ready, I braid my hair and change into jeans and a hoodie I don't know who's hoodie it was looks like mikeys, I exit the bathroom and go jump on his back

"Ready?" He asks, I nod and we exit the bus, Gerard giving us looks since mikey still has me on his back, hey screw you dude you ignored me

"Forgot to tell you gee is coming too" Frank says

"Oh okay" I say, I get off Mikey's back and walk along side of them, looking at the ground not paying attention to where I'm going, I guess I read didn't because next thing I know I'm being grabbed

"Y/n! " Gerard, he pulls me back up onto the sidewalk when I look up I see a truck stopped and a bunch of other cars. I was about to get hit "you okay?"

"I'm fine. " I say, I move away from him and follow Mikey and Frank to the ice cream shop. Gerard comes beside me and whispers

"A thank you should be in order" he says into my ear

"I don't need to thank you I don't need your help and I didn't need your help! I was perfectly fine with devin and Cody. " I shout a little to loud Frank and Mikey turn to look at us, all three of them are shocked

"Are you saying you'd rather be back with them getting emotionally physically and mentally abused?!" He shouts

"Well it's better than this! That was my home they were my family! It may not have been good attention but they gave it to me!" I yell "just leave me the fuck alone"

I turn to walk back to the bus, we aren't that far from it so when I hear them yelling for me I break into a jog, I open the door a little violently Ray Bob and matt look at me

"You okay?" Ray Asks

"No. I want to go home. " I say they just look at me "home. Yes the home I was hurt in!"

"Hey hey you don't need to go back there" Ray stands you and hugs me "you're safe here okay"

"No no I don't want to be here Ray! I'm just a case you guys had to help and you did! I'm fine I don't want to be here" I cry really hard "I can't be here. "

"What happened? You were fine before you left with the guys?" Matt asks "did they do something?"

"No " I scoff "I just want to go home guys."

"You aren't going. We need you to stay y/n" Ray says rubbing my back "we all need you"

"You matt Ray Bob, Mikey and Frank may want me here " I say and shrug

"G- oh" Matt says "what's going on? I thought you two were close"

"I did too, but since we left he's ignored me, I was just a case y'all needed to help. He needed to help" I say " I was fine there, I miss it. "

"We'll get Mikey and Frank talk to him you go get some rest" Ray says, I nod and go lay down in the bunks I just chose one getting comfy and and falling asleep.

Being nudges constantly I finally give in and get up, groaning when I saw Mikey a wide grin on his face he motions me to follow him so I do. On the table is a ton of bags, I just look at them like what the fuck

"Guys what the hell did you do buy our the damn mall?" I ask, I was grumpy hungry and sleepy "seriously there better be food in that pile for y'all to wake me up"

"Frank order some food stat!" Mikey yells, I make a face "Gee where's the other bag we're missing it"

Gerard throws a bag at mikey, uhm a Victoria secret bag, who the fuck did they buy VS for. I went to God if they bought it for one of their girlfriends and wanted me to look at it and see if they would like.

"I swear to God I will turn into the devil" I crossy arms over my chest "if you guys got this for any of y'all girlfriends that I didn't know y'all three had, and want to check and if they would like I will fucking storm out if this bus"

"Calm down, woman" Gerard says, standing up grabbing the back and handing it to me "it's fucking yours"

"Bullshit. " I just glare at him

"It actually is, we figured no one ever went and bought you stuff to surprise you with, we showed a lady your picture and she helped pick it we said it was your birthday" Frank says "we got you a bear too to match Mikey's and some shoes and some clothes oh and makeup"

"What the actual fuck guys" I just look at them, Mikey makes me open the vs bag, nervous to see what they got me, to see some really pretty bras and panties and a sleep set

"Well?" Mikey says

"They're so soft and pretty!" I squeal "I've never gotten stuff from here"

"Really?" They all asks, I just nod "here open the rest"

They hand me all the bags I got for the build a bear one and hold it close to me smiling like an idiot they all laugh, some cute clothes, and a bunch of and tees. One really caught my eye, I didn't know how they knew I had like bring methe horizon or falling in reverse

"I wow thanks guys" I mutter "it means a lot thank you"

"Of course" Frank says "I mean you did stop off earlier Soo"

"Where's the food?" I ask "I'm hungry"

Just then a knock on the bus door makes us laugh as if on cue to me asking Gerard gets the food, he pays the guy and then sets it in front of me, I grin and take it out of the bag, chinese ugh thank the heavens

"Mmmmm" I groan, and start eating "so good"

"Apparently" Ray laughs "don't jizz yourself"

"Only my fingers can do that" I remark "or of someone else trys"

"Woah okay" Mikey says " who knew you had such a dirty side I wanna see it"

"Mikey shut up" Gerard says "you'll only see it in your dreams, just like the rest of us"

"Hmm no I think there's one or two of you all who could see it" I giggle wanting to piss him off because he told his brother to shut up

"Who is it" Ray asks wanting to know "I know it ain't me but I wanna know who'd sleep with"

"Frank.... And" I smirk at Gerard they all look at me "Mikey"

"Hah fuck you gee" Mikey laughs reay hard "wait does that mean you want a three some?"

"Ew no, but I would sleep with you two, separately of course" I laugh

"I'm pretty sure there's another one" Frank smirks at me I flip him off "I'm gonna say it's none of us but Oliver Sykes or Ronnie radke"

"Holy shit Ronnie by far, could you imagine him in bed?" I moan "like holy shit and his arms.."

"Okay woah there calm down" Frank laughs "I didn't know you liked him that much"

"Fuck off Frankie" I pout "but that wouldn't happen, I'm pretty sure you two would he the only to sleep with me"

"Why?" Mikey says, I shrug "I mean you never know until you tell that person"

"No I just know they wouldn't I'm to much for them why would they want me" I shrug again " I've never really slept with anyone consensually"

"What?" Frank snaps "you?"

"No I mean I'm a virgin" I mutter, I put the rest of the food up and go outside, pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket I sit down on the concrete.

"You okay?" Gerard. I don't look at him I just nod "you're lying"

"I'm fine, you don't need to help me anymore," I sigh "I think I'm gonna go home" .

"Why?" He sits next to me

"I just want to" I say "thanks for all the stuff but you can take it back I don't need it. I have a place to stay when I get back"

"You're not leaving" he says "I don't care if you have a place to stay you're not leaving"

"Stop it, stop acting like you care Gerard" I say " you've ignored me since we left why all the sudden are you so interested"

He doesn't say anything, that was my answer I throw my butt down and step on it, going in I go to the back to grab my bag and throwing all my stuff in it I grab my phone and book a flight for an hour. Happy I had clothes on that I had already had,I grab my charger and other stuff and walk out

"Thanks for the stuff guys but I can't take it. I don't need it" I say "give it to charity or take it back. I'll miss you guys" .

I just wave and walk off, not even paying any mind to gerard calling my name, when I get to the sake intersection I almost got hit at I hail a cab, when I get in he looks at me

"Where too miss."he asks

"Airport" I say my voice cracking, he nods and heads towards the airport, I start crying once again. Second time today. When we get there I head in I look around for a little bit, sighing.

When I board, I sit down and look out the window being snapped from my thoughts from being poked and a cough, I turn around and see the guys

"What are you guys doing" I whisper yell "what the fuck"

"You aren't going anywhere with us darlin" Frank says "couldn't let you leave"

"And you forgot someone and some stuff" Mikey says

"What?" I ask "I got all my stuff and myself"

"That's not what we mean" frank laughs "don't worry we got all your clothes and your bear"

He pulls the bear from his backpack and hands it to me, I giggle and wrap my arms around him, then squeeze the bear to my chest, I smile as I let a tear roll down my face

"Sorry I just left that way" I say "I just don't feel right "

"It's okay, you'll stay with us at the house we have a room above the garage you can have time decorate your own it's pretty big" he says "we just want to look after you, per gees orders"

"What do you mean?" I ask

"He's like the leader. We pretty much do what he says" Frank chuckles, I nod "I think he cares for you more than he wants his little black heart too"

"He has a heart?" I laugh then cover my mouth Mikey laughs too "sorry.."

"He does, surprisingly " mikey laughs, I sigh and lay my head against the window

[punkpal]

5, 12, 23?

5. Share a little known fact about a band/ artist you love? Frank (Iero) gives the best hugs and smells like warmth (not that that is a smell, but if you have met that fool you’ll know what i mean) as well as stale alcohol and dorky dad vibes (which again isn’t a smell, but in this case it is) and every time i have had the blessing of meeting him i have experienced this smell that in simpler terms can be summed up as smelling like home. Basically what i am saying is that i love that rat boi and i can’t properly put into words what meeting him is like (for those who haven’t yet had that privilege) but thats the best way i can verbally express him and his friendly dumb face and equally friendly and dumb personality that i love and adore.

12. What was the first artist you remember being pretentious about? Probably Austin Carlile who i still love as a vocalist and its just a pity he quit making music. Glad his happy and living his best life but yeah i miss getting music from him, he has a hell of a voice and is a incredible lyricist.

23. What artist can you absolutely not stand? Ronnie Radke, make way for a quick rant shitting on him :) On top of being a piece of shit person (surely i don’t need to explain why i think that, wife beating and murder is a pretty globally disliked quality to have) but i also just hate his vocals and whilst i am at it i’ll happily state he can’t write a song to save himself. Also every straight white girl i know in the alternative music scene thinks he is the hottest thing they have ever laid eyes on. And while admittedly i may be a little bias as i swing mostly towards women i still just can’t wrap my head around the fact anyone thinks he is hot. Also he has no respect for his fanbase which in my opinion he should be lucky as fuck to have. Falling In Reverse played at a festival i went to last year and i didn’t choose to see there set (because i’d rather shoot myself in the foot) but all my mates that like his music were utterly disappointed by the set which was cut short because he threw a tantrum like a god damn toddle. And on top of that just being unprofessional its rude as fuck to the hundreds of people who came just to see you play. But yeah mostly i just think he sucks as a person and his music sucks too and honestly i am just so confused as to how he is still adored by so many people. I feel like he is the Chris Brown of the alternative music scene in that he still has a load of people that stick up for him and his clearly bad actions despite those same people shutting other people and bands down as a response for a member committing a crime and or doing something morally wrong (which i am not saying is not right or warranted, i am just saying i don’t know why the fuck people make an exception when it comes to him.) Also yeah his voice in annoying and whiny and his lyrics are the equivalent to any lonely white boy with a soundcloud account posting 4th grade level sentences he has convinced people are even worthy of the title and descripting term ‘lyrics’ all based on boring, overused themes (sex, drugs, and more sex). If he is your favourite vocalist i truly am sorry you have no sense or ability to identify talent nor know what an attractive man actually looks like. Thanks for coming to my ted talk :))

Please send me more guys! Obviously i love music so please give me an excuse to talk about it!

[thephotopitmagazine]

April 26, 2019, at House of Blues in Orlando, FL, it was a near sold out, shoulder to shoulder, packed venue for the Falling In Reverse Episode III Tour. In support on the tour was From Ashes To New and New Years Day. Unfortunately, Ice Nine Kills was not allowed to perform at House of Blues in Orlando as part of the tour. Still, fans came out in droves to see three spectacular bands and they would not be disappointed.

The rock band from Anaheim, CA formed back in 2005 and released two EPs in 2005 and 2006. In 2007 they released their first studio album My Dear. The band went on the road to support the album and became very well known for their great live performances. The band continued to release studio albums and EPs as their popularity grew including getting multiple appearances on The Vans Warped Tour. Malevolence was released in 2015 with great success. It debuted at #8 on Billboard’s Top Rock Albums chart. It also peaked at #45 on the Billboard 200. Their latest EP Diary of a Creep was released in 2018. On this night of the tour, Ash Costello (vocals), Nikki Misery (rhythm guitar), Frankie Sil (bass), James Renshaw (drums), Austin Ingerman (lead guitar) were proud to present the release of their fourth studio album Unbreakable.

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

The band hit the stage fast and the crowd went into an uproar with hands showing horns put up in the air showing they were ready to rock. New Years Day gave them what they wanted hitting them with the latest single “Come for Me” from Unbreakable. The hard-hitting rock song was the perfect way to start off the show and got the crowd wanting more. Following up with “Kill or Be Killed” from Malevolence  was a perfect choice. I’ve had the pleasure of seeing New Years Day perform multiple times and by far this was their hardest and most fan appreciative set yet. Ash’s vocals were strong, Austin, Nikki, and Frankie were pumped yet and energetic, and James rattled off drumbeats with focus and tenacity. My favorite parts of the set were including “Skeletons” from their latest album and performing a cover of Pantera’s “Fucking Hostile”. The fans absolutely loved their performance as did I. You can see a full gallery of New Years Day from that night HERE. You can find more of their music and merchandise at https://nydrock.com/. Their setlist that night was:

Come for Me

Kill or Be Killed

Gangsta (Kehlani cover)

Skeletons

Fucking Hostile (Pantera cover)

Shut Up

Defame Me

The band from Lancaster, PA formed back in 2013 and released a self-titled EP the same year. They followed up in 2015 with another EP titled Downfall. The next year the band released their first studio album Day One. Some lineup changes occurred from the release of Downfall and Day One to get them to where they are today. The band’s last album, The Future, was released on April 20, 2018 and debuted at #163 on the Billboard 200. They’ve been hitting the road hard ever since building a tremendous fan base. When Matt Brandyberry (vocals), Danny Case (vocals), Lance Dowdle (guitar), and Mat Madiro (drums) took the stage, the crowd erupted even louder and the band looked both genuinely pleased and surprised.

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

The band started off with “Pray For Me” to get the crowd moving and grooving. Danny and Matt’s vocals were perfect and the lighting looked amazing. They followed up with “My Fight” and once the crowd heard those lyrics “Get up get up” they were moshing and jumping all over the House of Blues floor. Lance was swinging around his guitar like a whirlwind and urging the crowd to move faster. I’ve always enjoyed From Ashes To New’s performances for their blend of rock, metal, and electronic to craft a unique sound between Danny and Matt. They are always entertaining to watch on stage and that night their energy was fierce. Between Lance moving all over the stage, to the perfect lighting for their music, to the crowd urging them on, From Ashes To New left their spirit in the building that night. You can see a full gallery of From Ashes To New from that night HERE. You can find more of their music and merchandise at https://www.fromashestonew.com/. Their setlist that night was:

Pray For Me

My Fight

Land of Make Believe

Through It All

Broken

The Future

My Name

Forgotten

Breaking Now

Crazy

The rock band from Las Vegas, NV was just about ready to come on stage. Starting back 2009 Ronnie Radke was starting to put together this band and by 2011 they were releasing their debut album The Drug in Me Is You via Epitaph Records. The debut album hit #19 on the Billboard 200 in its first week. Falling in Reverse toured extensively to support their debut album and garnered tremendous fan support. The band released three additional studio albums with the last being Coming Home in 2017. Recently, the band released a trilogy of standalone singles that included “Losing My Life”, “Losing My Mind”, and “Drugs”. The three videos gathered nearly 28 million views. Falling In Reverse is Ronnie Radke (vocals), Derek Jones (rhythm guitar), Tyler Burgess (bass), Max Georgiev (lead guitar), and touring drummer Christian “CC” Coma.

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

The crowd went insane when the band started coming to the stage one by one. But, once Ronnie hit the stage it went absolutely ballistic. With a cell phone in hand, Ronnie used it to pan over the crowd, assuming he was videoing or live streaming. He looked extremely happy and kicked off the show with “I’m Not a Vampire” from The Drug in Me Is You. Ronnie, as usual, was very animated on stage, and the rest of the band was just as animated. Falling In Reverse sounded fantastic. They followed up with “Rolling Stone” and “Bad Girls Club” both phenomenal songs from their sophomore album Fashionably Late. The band also performed the recent trilogy of singles during this set. Also, Ronnie took moments to speak to the crowd saying how much he appreciated their support after all these years. It was genuine and heartfelt.

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

Photo by Talon Kane Photography

After the finished their set, Falling In Reverse had a large encore set that included a cover of “All Star” from Smash Mouth, two Escape the Fate songs, and the self-titled track from the first album “The Drug in Me Is You”. Overall, a phenomenal selection of songs and stellar performance. You can see a full gallery of Falling In Reverse from that night HERE. You can find more of their music and merchandise at http://fallinginreverse.com/. Their setlist from that night was:

I’m Not a Vampire

Rolling Stone

Bad Girls Club

Losing My Mind

Game Over

Losing My Life

Drugs

Fashionably Late

Raised By Wolves

Alone

The Westerner

Encore:

All Star (Smash Mouth cover)

Not Good Enough for Truth In Cliché (Escape the Fate cover)

The Drug in Me Is You

Situations (Escape the Fate cover)

Just Like You

Without a doubt, the fans absolutely got their money’s worth from the bands that evening. Everyone put on the best performance I’ve seen from those bands and it was a perfect atmosphere with energetic and appreciative fans as well. Though this tour already past, it will be worth your while to see all of these bands the next time they come to your city.

From The Pit To The Crowd: Falling In Reverse with From Ashes To New and New Years Day – House of Blues – Orlando FL – April 26, 2019 April 26, 2019, at House of Blues in Orlando, FL, it was a near sold out, shoulder to shoulder, packed venue for the Falling In Reverse Episode III Tour.