#who needs groupies when you got mikey way

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From my personal archive: Italian interview for Rock Sound (2005 I suppose?)

Rough and quick translation (doing my best folks but I'm not like a translator so - hopefully it will all make sense!)

It's been less than a year since we met My Chemical Romance, but so many things happened in the meanwhile. [...] For the whole interview, Gerard talks openly about their problems with alcohol, their relationship with his brother Mikey and his own ambitions. [Quick intro of the band and Gerard's experience with 9/11]

You became a world-famous phenomenon, since the last time we saw you. How do you cope with this?

G: I'd say very well. We've always lived in our own bubble, kinda. You must do it if you want your band to sound different from the rest. We always tried to avoid being influenced by what's around us, and we apply this to our personal lives as well. We don't read what they say about us online and what's published about us, because most of the time it's completely wrong.

F: I bought a few magazines talking about us, just to give them to my mother. Our parents enjoyed seeing us on TV and stuff, it shows them we made it, but we don't have a truthful perception of what's happening to us. We're always on tour and even though we know people are interested in us, as we spend most days talking to the press, we don't really know where we are. Our world is made of tour bus, backstage, and stage and this hasn't really changed.

However, Gerard, last year you coped with your alcohol and drugs addiction, but when we met at Warped you didn't look that bad...

G: I didn't want anyone to notice so I pretended. I stopped drinking after a festival in Japan when everything seemed to be tumbling down. We had just one awful gig because of alcohol, I forgot a line or two. But my crisis was more about depression. I wanted to kill myself. I think my insecurities led me to think I had to drink in order to be on stage, so I started drinking and taking drugs daily, taking tranquilizers too, a very dangerous cocktail. But now I know I don't need that. I feel like I've grown. Not drinking helps me do my best, so I don't do that anymore. I think I could drink again without any consequence, but I wouldn't be as good on stage. I became a pro now.

Frank, do you drink?

F: Yeah, but it's not a problem. We can party and we know nothing's gonna happen, we know Gerard's strong and he's not gonna have spasms if I drink a beer in front of him.

G: I have no problems with that, also because you can't avoid seeing other bands or your fans drinking in front of you.

You could act like assholes, now that you’re famous. I suppose it's hard not to...

G: Well, let's say we surround ourselves with people we trust and not bootlickers. We got our backs covered. Our manager's always ready to tell us to fuck off if we behave like assholes. And that's what we need. We don't want people to always agree with us. We never abused our power. Sometimes though, we get problematic people in the backstage, groupies that won't respect themselves... You must understand that's our home, and if we don't like how you behave, you're out. But you gotta be careful...

F: Not to sound like an asshole. We'd probably laugh to death is one of us behaved like a rockstar.

Young people look up to you, because you're normal people who made it big. You're like superheroes that always stay human.

F: If we made it, anyone can. It's the proof you can achieve what you want if you put your heart into it and work hard.

G: The best example of this is the Thursday. People really see them as one of them, just - they are on stage. Maybe we're a bit more distant... We're very normal people in our everyday lives, but on stage we become something else. That's where we become superheroes, but our strength is still being normal people. Like Peter Parker and the Spider-man, people identify with him because he's so human, things never go right for him.

He's like an emo superhero.

G: Yeah, way too emo. Half of the movie Spider-man 2 is about his shitty life and not about Spider-man, that's why I like it. We don't spend our time backstage with vodka, girls, and sunglasses (laughs). It would suck. I met people like that, but we're different.

Theatricality and aesthetic are important for the band. In London you even had a parade with a hearse in the streets before your gig at Astoria. Will we get to see more of this?

G: The parade to me is something Bowie would have done in the Ziggy Stardust era. We wanted the gig to be more than a show, we wanted to be very creative even from the street. We love doing stuff like this, but we can't afford it for every tour date (laughs). For now we focus on lights, songs, costumes... but if we will get the chance to do something like that again, we'll do it, of course.

I think this kind of stuff shows you how successful you are. It's not like anyone can organize a parade in one week...

G: Yes, but like, if we wanted a magician we would have to pay for his room and lodge (laughs)

F: For him and his rabbits! (laughs)

G: It's complicated. Once, when we were touring with Story of the year, we met an elder homeless who told us he was a good singer. We asked him what he liked to sing and he said blues, so we gave him four minutes of our stage time, we were just the opening act, so he could open the show. We played with him, and it was great. Doing spontaneous things is the best. It would be cool to have unique people like him opening each concert.

You and Mikey look very different but you seem to get along well. Is it therapeutic to share all of this with him?

G: Totally. The main difference is I'm an extrovert and he's very shy. Talking about looks, one would wonder if one of us is the offspring of the plumber (Iaughs). Maybe I'm more nervous, but the truth is we're very much alike. Maybe people don't know it's thanks to Mikey if the band exists. He put us together. When we travel, he makes me feel at home because we always shared everything, even our bedroom, for 20 years. We always did everything together. I wouldn't be able to do all of this seriously if I knew he was at home with a shitty job.

Is it true he had no idea how to play the bass before joining the band?

G: He never played it before but he studied all the parts and learned the rest on tour. He doesn't want to impress anyone, he just wants to play in My chemical romance. This is his job. He doesn't want to be Rush's Geddy Lee, but he does his job on our rhythmic section perfectly.

Talking about arrangement, execution, and production, do you want to step it up like you did from your first to your second album?

G: I don't think this band has transitioning albums, even if we could end up having a few songs of that kind. We always try to step our game up. In four or five years we'll be a completely different band, I suppose. Somehow our goal is exactly that.

Your aesthetic evolved too. At the beginning of this era, you looked very psycho-killer, now you're much more elegant, almost in a uniform.

F: It's been a natural evolution.

G: At the beginning, we didn't want to be a jeans and t-shirt kinda band, even if we wore a few. I started wearing black and, later on, wearing eyeliner. Suddenly, it became cool to dress like this and to play punk rock, especially on the East coast, so we stopped. But when we recorded this album, so theatrical, I felt like putting on a ton of make-up. Slowly, the rest of the band did too. It's funny cause we look classy but we wear very cheap suits that often tear up. The truth is, the more we feel like a band, the more we look like one. At Warped I was the only one in a suit, but only because I was the only one enough drunk to not care about how hot it was.

Do you feel amazed to know there are people from the other side of the world dressing up like you?

G: Yes. We first noticed in Japan. We saw many people dressed like us. Now it's happening in the USA as well. They cut your hair like you, know your eyeliner brand, wear a tie...

In the tour "Taste of chaos", you played with The Used, Killswitch Engage, Underoath and Senses Fail. How did it go?

G: I think it worked for us and Killswitch Engage, to be so different. In some clubs, we exceeded the audience limit. It was amazing.

F: It's been great because it felt like playing with your friends in a stadium. One of our tours was with Underoath, in bars with 20 people max, and we loved that. Then we played with Static Lullaby in front of 300 people and with The Used they became 1k. They looked a lot already. So, touring for 2 years in front of 10k people has been mental.

Do you see yourself touring in stadiums? Would you like to play in such big venues?

F: We like connecting with the audience and in stadiums, you can't see after the 3rd row. It's different than clubs. Some of us would like to play in big venues, and some of us would rather play in smaller ones.

G: Somehow, being the opening act of bigger bands is like traveling back to the beginning, for us. We like doing both. Mikey always wanted to fill stadiums and Frank always wanted to be in a punk band. That's what makes us who we are.

Going back to The Used, you recorded Under Pressure by Queen together, and you made it available on iTunes for the victims of the Tsunami in Asia last December. This has been undoubtedly a good cause but was it a result of sexual tension between Bert McCracken and Gerard Way?

G: Noooooooo

F: Actually, yes, you can tell when you see them together (laughs)

G: No, no, well... maybe in our subconscious we wanted to emulate Bowie and Freddie. It's sad to see bands don't collaborate anymore. In the 70s many big bands did that, so now that our band can do it for a good cause, we do it. We recorded it before the "Taste of chaos tour" so it was perfect, as we could play it as an encore after the Used's act.

LITTLE COMICS THINGIE ON PAGE 2

Daredevil: Usually a blind person's seen as frail. But Daredevil overcomes this. He represents going beyond being human.

The Punisher: I see myself in his quest for revenge. If someone did something to my family or myself, I'd do the same.

Spider-man: Is a normal guy with problems, one of which is saving the world.

Preacher: A preacher from Texas, friend with an Irish vampire and with a big heart. Many of my lyrics are inspired by this comic.

Doom Patrol: They're weirdos. Like the X Men, but uglier, and no one ever acknowledges their merits.

[collecting-stories]

Jealous - Luke Patterson

Summary: You bring a friend to a concert with you and Luke gets the wrong idea. 

A/N: this it like, alive!Luke, it’s also like 3k long 😭😭

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist

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Luke pouted, leg twitching as he looked around the small venue that Alex had booked them that night. The doors had only just opened and people were beginning to stream in. They’d played shows before but Luke was still surprised watching people come through the doors. He honestly couldn’t believe anyone had bought tickets. There was no doubt in Luke’s mind that they were the greatest band ever but seeing other people agree with that sentiment always made him feel like he was on cloud nine. Hanging a little over the second-floor balcony of the venue, watching every person that walked through the door, he wanted to be excited but his nerves had nothing to do with the show tonight.  

“Would you chill man?” Alex chided, tapping Luke’s arm with a bottle of water. “She’ll be here.”

“She hasn’t missed a performance yet.” Reggie pointed out, spinning on a stool that he’d nabbed from the bar.

“Yeah, I know that.” Luke insisted, standing up but glancing back over his shoulder, “she said she’d make it before doors though...”

Ever since Julie had started playing with the guys, you had started hanging around more. You were embarrassed to say but you and Julie had been little more than friendly neighbors before she’d starting renting out her garage for band practice. The first time you’d heard the loud music coming from the Molina’s yard you’d gone to inspect and found the doors open and a band rehearsing inside. Needless to say, it was that first meeting that had cemented yours and Luke’s relationship. Not exactly more than friends but certainly not just friends. The more you came around the more the two of you danced around your feelings for each other and the more you neglected your other friends.  

-

“Just, don’t say anything to the guys-”

“You mean, don’t say anything to Luke.” Julie countered, standing at her locker with you in between classes. Tonight, was the show at the Voltage Lounge and they’d been stoked about it since they got the gig. You would’ve been equally stoked, and you were, until you realized it was also your best friend’s birthday and you had promised to get dinner together.  

“Look, I’ll be there, before doors, I promise. But I’ve kinda been ditching my other friends lately and I promised Mikey that we’d get dinner for his birthday.” You replied, shutting your locker and walking with Julie toward the music room.  

“Don’t you think not telling Luke you’re going out with another guy would be worse than saying you’re gonna be a little late to the show?” Julie countered. She grabbed a seat by Flynn and you sat on the other side, leaning forward to keep the conversation going.  

“I just don’t want him thinking I’m ditching the performance okay, me and Mikey are just friends...as are me and Luke.” You replied, though even saying it sounded like a lie. You knew as well as Julie and Flynn that you were avoiding mentioning the dinner because you didn’t want Luke to get the wrong idea.  

“You tell yourself that.” Flynn chided, pulling a face at you, clearly not believing you at all.  

“We are.”

“Yeah, and anytime he sings anything even slightly romantic he looks right at you.”

“It’s true,” Julie piped up, “he’s been coming up with a lot more love songs recently. Whenever I ask him about it he just says he wants us to have a balanced song pool or something.”  

“We’re not a thing.” You insisted. “I’m going to dinner and then I’ll be at the show...simple as that. Just, don’t say anything.”  

Julie agreed, throwing out some lame excuse about you having to go over your grandparents’ house before the show as a reason that you weren’t going to the venue with them like you usually did. Getting booked somewhere as a headliner was still fairly new to them and you always liked to be there in the moments before the show started, an extra person to reassure them that they completely and totally deserved all of this.  

While you didn’t think your absence would be felt too exponentially, it definitely was. Luke had been unusually antsy since they’d gotten there. He was always eager to get onstage but this was different, he kept looking over the railing as if he was going to hurl and rush out of the venue. Reggie tried reassuring him that everything was fine but nothing seemed to calm his nerves.  

“Hey, ten minutes alright, start getting ready,” one of the crew said, scribbling something on his clipboard.

“Okay, thanks.” Julie nodded, looking back over the railing as he left, the calm she was trying to portray immediately washing away when she saw you walk into the venue. Any other time she would’ve been jumping for joy but you weren’t alone and she could only assume that the guy with you was the Mikey you had mentioned earlier in the day. “So we should-” as she turned to address them, hopefully distract Luke, Reggie caught sight of you in the crowd.

“Look!” He nudged Luke’s arm, pointing you out, “she made it.”

Julie grimaced as Luke looked over the balcony and down into the crowd. It took him a moment to find you but Julie and Alex could pinpoint the exact moment that he did. A flicker of happiness at the sight of you, quickly washed away and turned into, first confusion, and then something akin to anger. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing as he watched you get a spot on his side, talking the whole time to the guy with you.  

“Who the fuck is that?” He asked.  

You had told Julie that your plan was to go, get through dinner with Mikey, and then come straight to the venue for the show. A simple enough evening, and you’d expected it to go off without a hitch except Mikey got curious about who you were texting and guilted you into inviting him along.  

“So, this band?” Mikey asked, looking around the small venue, “how’d you become a groupie?”

“I’m not a groupie. Julie and I are friends.” You stressed, scrunching your nose up as the lights dimmed and the people around you screamed in excitement.  

The anticipation was palpable and, truthfully, you were right there with the other concert goers around you, excited by the prospect of seeing Julie and the Phantoms perform live. It wasn’t something that was new for you, a front row seat to all their rehearsals was part of your everyday life and yet, something about seeing them perform live like this, with a crowd that so responsive to them, only added to the adrenaline coursing through you.  

As the guys ran out on stage, Alex, then Reggie, then Luke, and finally Julie, the noise level around you seemed to pick up. But there was something off, something that didn’t quite sync with you that settled as the first chords sounded. You frowned, realizing, as Luke purposely missed you when he scanned the crowd, exactly what it was that you were feeling. It wasn’t accidental in the slightest, Julie met your gaze more than once and so did Reggie and Alex but Luke was ignoring you. He was very intentionally ignoring you standing there in the very front row, pressed against the barricade in front of him.

It was as if someone had knocked all the air out of your chest. Somehow that loud, crowded venue where you could feel the bass pounding in your stomach, felt empty. You felt small and invisible and even when Mikey shouted in your ear that they were actually an awesome band you lacked the excitement to tell him that they were the best band ever. You just nodded. And as much as you wanted to look away from Luke, a silent “two can play at this game”, you didn’t. Instead, you just kept watching him, waiting for him to look your way and somehow explain what was going on that had him acting like you didn’t exist.  

-

The encore ended, the boys each running off the stage before Julie, Luke standing at the side waiting for her as she waved one last time to the crowd before setting the mic back in its stand and running off. The mass of people who had been screaming lulled into a buzz, some of them leaving as others lingered, waiting for the band to come back out to sign autographs and take pictures.  

You walked Mikey to the merch table while other people hung around chatting with each other, the house lights up so that you could actually see as you walked. Flynn stood behind the table and she waved when she saw you.  

“I’ll catch you later, thanks for letting me tag along.” He said, hanging at the door for a minute.

“Yeah totally, thanks for coming. Happy birthday,” you hugged him and then circled back to Flynn, stepping behind the table and sitting down on the stool.  

“Girl, you do not seem happy.” Flynn commented as she grabbed a sweatshirt from one of the boxes and handed it across the table to a fan.  

“I’m just...” you shrugged, looking back down toward the stage, “confused?”  

“Did something happen with Mikey?” She asked.  

You handed a shirt from one of the bins to her as she rung up a sale, jumping in to ask a few people what they needed as she waited on a group of girls. When they had all finally dispersed, the line lulling for a moment, you turned back to Flynn, “no...I mean other than him inviting himself along. No, it was Luke...he was like, it sounds dumb to say it but, it was like he was ignoring me.”

“Maybe he didn’t see you?” She suggested, attempting to be reassuring.  

“He saw me. Then he just, acted like he didn’t the whole rest of the night.” You replied, “I don’t know...it felt shitty.”

“You know who you should tell that to?”

“Luke?” You asked, already knowing her answer. Flynn was the queen of confrontation.  

“Exactly.”

You frowned, the last thing you wanted to do was talk to Luke. If he was going to ignore you the way he had on stage, Flynn had been trying to make you feel better but you knew he was avoiding you for some reason. He always made it a point to find you in the crowd but tonight he had looked anywhere but you.  

A few straggling fans shouted excitedly and you looked passed the table to see that the guys and Julie had come out from backstage for meet and greets. As they spread out to talk to people, Reggie moved toward the merch stand, parking himself close enough to you that he could chat with you without drawing too much attention. You knew it was on purpose, that was usually Luke’s spot but tonight he stayed all the way down by the stage, almost reluctant to be out on the floor.  

“Hey, great job.” You mentioned, grabbing a water bottle from under the table and handing it to Reggie. He took it gratefully, taking a sip before setting it on the floor beside him and beginning to greet the group of fans that had hung back to say hello to him.  

When there was a spare minute between signing and taking pictures, he moved down the table, closer to you then before, leaning against a bare patch of wood where Flynn had already cleared away shirts. “Who was that guy you came with?” Reggie asked, looking back at you as you took one of the larger hoodies out of a box and pulled it on. Without the people, the venue had started to get cold.  

“My friend Mikey, it was his birthday and he’s been bugging me to hang out. He tagged along really and I didn’t wanna ditch him...” you replied, coming around the side of the table, “I didn’t really think it’d be an issue.”

“Oh, it's not with me. We need all the fans we can get right?” Reggie joked, “did he like our music?”

“Yeah, totally loved it.”  

The last of the concert goers finally made it to the door, waving to Reggie one last time as they walked passed the closed down merch stand. He waved back and you turned to watch them leave, back to the stage.  

“Hey, can we talk?” Luke’s voice came from behind you and you looked over your shoulder to him, standing there with his plaid jacket over a black band tee. His hair was pushed off his forehead from sweat and he was frowning already, not exactly the version of him you wanted to talk to. You couldn’t help that longing feeling for the Luke that would come off stage and wrap you in a sweaty hug guaranteed to piss of fans.  

“Uh yeah, of course...I need to talk to you too.” You replied, turning fully toward him as Reggie stood up, grabbing his water and heading back down toward the stage. Flynn came around the merch stand, following after him, leaving you and Luke alone.  

A beat passed between you and he ran his hand through his hair, trying and failing to fix the sweaty mess. Unable to stand the silence, you started talking, “you guys were awesome...as usual.”  

“Yeah, thanks.” He had asked to talk to you but he wasn’t really sure how to start the conversation he wanted to have and he couldn’t bring himself to really meet your eyes, his gaze flickering passed you every few seconds.  

“Would’ve been even better if you weren’t ignoring me all night,” you blurted.  

That seemed to be the push he needed to react, “yeah well, you brought some date with you? After the other night...” he trailed off for a moment, meeting your eyes finally, “I mean, that wasn’t nothing.”

-

Band practice had ended earlier than usual and, while you sat on the couch trying to win a particularly difficult level of candy crush on Luke’s phone, everybody else discussed a pizza run for dinner. You raised your hand to vote for extra cheese but didn’t look up when Julie left to go and Reggie and Alex walked out onto the driveway to play basketball. You didn’t look up until Luke dropped down on the couch next to you, putting his chin on your shoulder.

“How’s it going?” He asked, keeping his eyes on his phone screen as you turned your head, so close that your nose almost brushed his cheek.  

“Good?” You said, drawing the word out as you looked at him skeptically, “can I ask why you’re so close to me?”  

“So, you can bask in my awesomeness?” Luke teased, wrapping his arm around your waist.  

“I think the only thing I’m basking in is your post-rehearsal sweat.” You joked, shifting a little so that his chin fell off your shoulder and you were facing him. You set his phone down on the coffee table, giving your whole attention to Luke.  

He smiled at you, eyes searching yours. There was no denying that very specific look that Luke seemed to get, one you could never quite name but always recognized. He would smile, a soft sort of piercing look that you couldn’t look away from on his face. And you were always hypnotized by it, feeling like maybe you should distract yourself from it but never really wanting to.  

“What are we doing?” You chanced asking, meeting his gaze and holding it.

“What’da ya mean?” He asked, grin still on his face and you felt like he’d gotten closer but you didn’t move.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You’re staring at me.” He echoed.  

“Luke.” You wanted to roll your eyes but you also didn’t want to look away, even for a split second.  

He leaned closer, the joking air that had been dissipating completely gone now. You licked your lips, trying to keep yourself calm as Luke moved in. One second, he was looking at you and the next your eyes were closing, his lips pressed against yours and his grip on your waist tightening.  

The kiss didn’t last long. The doors to the garage creaked open and you both pulled away, looking anywhere but at each other as Julie walked in with pizza. Alex and Reggie came in behind her and Luke stood up, grabbing a stack of magazines off the coffee table and moving them out of the way. You picked up his phone, unlocking it and opening candy crush again to distract yourself.  

-

Neither of you had discussed the kiss, mostly because you were too afraid that if you brought it up he would tell you that it was just a mistake. Some spur of the moment thing that happened but that he didn’t really mean. You hadn’t even told Julie or Flynn about it.  

But now you were standing at the empty merch table with him and he was acting like you had purposely tried to hurt him. A ‘date’ he had called it and all at once you realized exactly what he thought had happened.  

“No, no,” you shook your head, “Mikey wasn’t a date.”  

“You didn’t say you were bringing Mikey with you to our show.” Luke replied, your best friend’s name rolling off his tongue like a curse.  

“He was bugging me about not hanging out recently and it’s his birthday so we were supposed to go out for dinner but I kept mentioning you…the band…and he wanted to come to the show.” You tried to explain.  

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” It was stupid to ask, technically you didn’t owe him any explanation at all. You could bring whoever you wanted but he couldn’t help feeling affronted by it.  

“I didn’t want you to think I was gonna ditch the show. And…I didn’t want you to think it was a date.” You replied. “The kiss wasn’t nothing and I should’ve talked to you about it sooner cause…I really like you and it felt really shitty to be ignored tonight.”  

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry, I was just pissed when I saw you with some other guy.”

“Mikey’s just a friend.” You replied, “I like you Luke, I like when you pretend to play the guitar badly to make me laugh and I like when we hang out without everyone else and just do nothing or go to the beach and I like going out with you at midnight to get ice cream cause neither of us can sleep and I don’t want to date anyone else…I want you.”  

“I want you too.” Luke said, stepping closer to you. When he reached for your hands, you laced your fingers with his. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours again, the salty taste of sweat from playing a show still there on his mouth as you kissed him back.  

[trash-the-tozier]

if ur taking prompts 16 18 or 44 w stozier would be sweeet! love ur writing!

thank you so much anon! i have no self control so i kinda combined 18 and 44 into one idea. i hope you like it! i tried very hard to make it short and failed miserably i’m sorry for the delay

length: 2.9k | ao3warnings: none (attempted breaking and entering?)prompts:18. Fake dating AU44. I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!

send me a cliche prompt (list here: x) and a pairing and i’ll write a drabble!

Stan had been living in New York for a solid three days. He’d moved in on Wednesday, spent Thursday unpacking as much as he could, and started his new job at an Accounting firm today, Friday. Not wanting to seem too antisocial to his new coworkers, he’d agreed to go out with them for a Happy Hour of sorts, and was now coming back home, exhausted and just ready to fall into bed. He made it up the four flights of stairs to his apartment, placed his hand on the handle, and tried to turn it.

The door handle wouldn’t budge.

Frowning, Stan tried it again. The doorknob had been a little sticky, sure, the lock sliding out and clicking in a couple of times, but it was nothing a little jostle with his keys couldn’t fix. Stan began digging around in his coat pockets, rooting around for a couple of minutes for his apartment key before stopping, cursing, and letting his head fall back.

He hadn’t updated his key ring yet. The only thing on the ring that he still used were his car keys; the house key and mailbox key still on the ring were for his old place. He’d been juggling his new keys around for the past couple of days, but he hadn’t gotten around to replacing them yet, and he knew, just knew that his apartment key was sitting on his kitchen counter next to the cold cup of coffee he’d also forgotten that morning. Stan was locked out.

Dusk had fallen hours ago, and it was cold out with the sun down. Stan was so tired, not at all feeling up for calling someone--who, the police?--to help him into his apartment. The possibility of renting a hotel room for the night did cross his mind, but it felt incredibly idiotic to spend the money that would take when he was already here, standing outside his apartment door and mere feet from his bed, but unable to get inside.

After jostling at the knob for a little longer, Stan decided he needed a new plan, glancing around for inspiration. He had neighbors on both sides, and on the left was a couple that frankly, going by the things Stan had heard through the rather thin wall of his living room, were terrifying people. He didn’t want to wake them up for help, even if they were home.

The apartment on the right, as far as Stan could tell, was empty. Over the three days that Stan had been here, the room next to his had been completely silent, and he hadn’t heard or seen anyone going in or out. Despite that though, it had all the signs of a tenant living there; mail in the mailbox, a doormat that said ‘WIPE YOUR FEET, STUPID’ in front of the door, and… Stan’s eye caught on something, causing him to frown.

There was a fist-sized and obviously fake rock sitting by the front door. Stan recognized it immediately as one of those ‘hide-a-key’ rocks, and almost laughed out loud; it would have blended in well, sure, if this person had a front yard. But the plastic rock was just sitting outside the door of an apartment building, and much more obvious than if this person had just slipped the key under the rug.

Stan began weighing his options. On the other side of the building, each apartment had a tiny balcony, separated only by a rail he could easily jump over. Stan knew for a fact that his own balcony door was unlocked, and he’d never seen hide nor hair of anyone else living in the apartment next door. He could use the key, slip through this stranger’s apartment as quickly as he could, then jump over the balcony railing and get into his own place.

Sure, that might be breaking and entering, but he wasn’t going to take anything. And did it really count if nobody actually lived there? Before he could talk himself out of it, Stan opened up the fake rock, got out the key, and got to work.

Almost immediately, a loud voice came floating up the stairs.

“No Mikey, I’m telling you!”

Stan resisted the urge to jump away. Those tenants probably didn’t know him, and didn’t know what apartment was his; he would just look like someone trying to enter their own apartment, as long as he didn’t act too dodgy about it.

“Richie, I’m not trying to embarrass you.” Came a second voice, quieter and more placating than the first. “He’s nice, really! I met him at the library, I think you would like him.”

“Well, I don’t need any more of your pity set-ups, alright? I’ve got a boyfriend, thank you very much.” The first voice--Richie, must be--said loudly.

“You somehow got a boyfriend between this week and last week, when you complained to me about how desperately single you were?” The “Mikey” guy’s voice was heavy with doubt.

“I did. I did! And he’s way cuter than all the dumb book club guys you’ve been matching me up with, so you should just stop trying to--”

A disbelieving silence. The apartment door clicked open, Stan stooping to replace the key into the little rock thing when he realized that the two guys that had been climbing the stairs weren’t talking anymore. He whirled around, and froze like a deer in the headlights.

There were two men standing behind him. One of them, a guy with a thin face, square jaw, and thick glasses had an arm outstretched, keys in hand, staring at Stan with incredulity. Stan knew an expression like that could only mean one thing, his stomach turning. Whoever this guy was, he was the person that lived in this apartment. The apartment than Stan was currently breaking into.

The second guy was looking between Stan and his friend, his face one of expectant caution. Stan didn’t know if he should just begin running, or if that would make the situation worse. Then, to Stan’s complete confusion, the first man’s face broke out into an incredible smile.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” He exclaimed. By his voice Stan could tell this guy was the one named Richie, and he was absolutely beaming, hurrying close. “You didn’t tell me you were planning on stopping by tonight!”

His arms were open for a hug, and Stan simply let the hug happen, unsure of what to do. The man didn’t smell like alcohol, so he probably wasn’t drunk. What was going on? It wasn’t until the man whispered in Stan’s ear that things began to make sense.

“Please just play along with this.”

Oh. Oh. Richie, the entire walk up to the apartment, had been telling his friend about a new guy that he was dating. A guy that, apparently, was fake. A guy that Stan was supposed to pretend to be.

Well, Stan thought. It was better than being arrested, so he figured he might as well go with it.

“I wanted to surprise you!” Stan answered, reaching up to hug Richie back, and Richie pulled out of the hug, shock all over his face, possibly from the fact that his request had worked. Then he gave Stan a grateful--if not slightly mischievous--smile, and Stan felt something in his chest catch at the sight of it.

Richie turned back to his friend, his arm still around Stan’s shoulders, and Stan figured it was time to go all in. If luck had his back tonight, he would be able to use Richie’s apartment to get into his own after all.

“Hi, I’m Stanley Uris.” He said, holding out a hand. He didn’t even need to fake the slight embarrassment in his voice at his next words. “I’m, uh… I’m Richie’s boyfriend.”

“Mikey” reached out in kind, shaking Stan’s hand. “Mike Hanlon.” He said. “It’s… It’s nice to meet you, Stanley.”

“Stan, please.” Stan amended, Richie using his free hand to open his now-unlocked apartment door.

“Want a cup of coffee, Mikey?” Richie asked, but it didn’t seem like much of a question, and Mike didn’t even have time to answer before Stan found himself fully dragged into Richie’s kitchen, Richie flicking the lights on as he went.

“Alright.” Richie said before Stan could even speak, whirling around to face him and leaning against the counter. “If you’re gonna rob me, could you at least wait until my friend goes home? He was only going to stop in for a cup of coffee. Won’t take long”

“I…” Stan didn’t know what to say to that. “I don’t know what’s going on.” He confessed.

Richie sighed a little, pursing his lips, and Stan watched him, feeling like he shouldn’t find the annoyed expression attractive, but embarrassingly, something about it was.

“My friend Mike, he’s great. Love him to pieces. And he thinks I’m lonely and sad, which is true--” the offhand omission had Stan raising his eyebrows, but Richie didn’t even slow down; he began getting coffee together, fussing with the Keurig on the counter and placing a mug under the spicket-- “and he keeps trying to set me up. His intentions are good, but he’s shit at it. But the thing is, he won’t stop. He thinks I have to be dating someone, which I get, because he just won the goddamn nerd lottery and his librarian ass is engaged to a world famous horror fiction writer, but still. He won’t let me just be sad and lonely in peace.”

“Wait, who is he engaged to?” Stan asked in interest, trying to ignore the fact that this was, quite possibly, the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.

“Bill Denbrough.” Richie said with a wave of his hand, and Stan felt his jaw drop. He’d definitely heard of William Denbrough. He had a number of Denbrough paperbacks on his bookshelf.

“The Bill Denbrough?” Stan asked back, and Richie leaned back in exasperation.

“Is every guy I meet in the vicinity of Mike going to be a goddamn groupie?” He asked. “Bill isn’t even cool. He’s a fucking nerd. But I tell you what.” He fixed Stan with a look. “I’ll get you his autograph if you just pretend to be my boyfriend until Mike goes home. Deal?”

“Yeah.” Stan didn’t really need the extra incentive--the fact that Richie had hugged him and invited him in instead of calling the cops was reason enough for Stan to play along--but he would take it. “Sure. Deal.”

The Keurig stopped, Richie grabbing Mike’s coffee with one hand and extending the other out to Stan. So Stan took it, entwining their fingers together--again, something embarrassing in his chest jumped at the touch, but Stan forced it down--and they reentered the living room.

Richie, Stan was quick to learn, was a very touchy person. They sat next to each other on the couch, so close that if either of them moved an inch they would be in each other’s laps. Richie was very animated when he spoke, and he spoke a lot, so he was always moving, but whenever there was some sort of lull--usually Mike talking, or Stan finding something to contribute that wouldn’t raise any suspicions about just how much of a stranger he was--Richie’s hand would rest on him in some way, over the back of the couch and rubbing a small circle on his shoulder, or playing absently with his fingers, or feather-light on his knee. And while Stan would normally be annoyed by something like that, he found he didn’t mind. It made him feel noticed, and paid attention to when he spoke. Even though it was fake, it made him feel adored.

They talked until Mike finished his coffee, Stan finding out through context clues that Richie’s apartment had seemed empty because for the past couple of days it had been, Richie part of a friend group that took a trip together to celebrate Mike and Bill’s engagement. Stan rather liked Mike by the end of the interaction; he was a kind, sensible, good-natured guy who seemed very welcoming and interested in whatever Stan had to say.

Stan was finding that he liked Richie, too. He was loud, with huge nerdy glasses and a floppy haircut, but he truly was funny, and tall, with wide warm hands and an attractive amount of scruff. Stan blamed his exhaustion on the passing desire to feel the stubble burn that the barely-there beard would leave against his neck. It felt nice to have Richie’s hands on him.

“I won’t overstay my welcome. I’m sure you two want the rest of the evening together.” Mike said, getting to his feet. He went to the kitchen, washed out his coffee cup, and returned with his hand outstretched in Stan’s direction. “It was really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Stan said as he shook Mike’s hand, finding he meant it. Richie stood as well to give Mike a hug, and then he was out the door.

As soon as he was gone, Richie got a stray napkin and pen from the coffee table, writing IOU 1 Bill Denbrough autograph on it in a messy scrawl and handing it over to Stan.

“Let me know when you want to collect.” He said. “You know where I live. Hell, you did such a good job pretending that you like me that you can take one thing of value out of my apartment and I won’t even call the cops.”

Stan figured it was about time he explained something.

“Richie, I’m not trying to rob you.” He said. Richie frowned at him.

“Then what the fuck were you doing? Because you looked real fucking guilty when I walked up.” He said. “Breaking in for the thrill of it?”

“I… I live next door.” Stan said, pointing to the left wall of the living room with his thumb. “I just moved in, and I locked myself out of my apartment. I thought your apartment would be empty--because for the past couple days, it had been--and I thought that maybe I could just let myself in and climb over the balcony. I didn’t want to take anything.”

Richie stared him full in the face for a solid five seconds. Then he burst out laughing.

“You--you locked yourself out?” He gasped. He had a hand on his chest and was leaning back, his eyes closed, his nose scrunched, his voice high in amusement. “And you, you were trying to--god, the look on your face when you saw me, I really thought…” He faded into laughter again, Stan unable to do much more than stand there.

“Well, I’m glad you find it so funny.” He said, and Richie looked at him, his eyes alight with so much joy and amusement that Stan felt that twist in his chest a third time and decided it was high time for him to leave before he did something dumb, like kiss his stupidly cute next door neighbor.

Richie led Stan out to the balcony, Stan able to jump the rail easily. He checked his balcony door, just to make sure it was unlocked--it was--before turning back to Richie, putting the IOU napkin in his pocket.

“This has been the weirdest night of my life.” He confessed, and Richie grinned.

“That’s what happens when you live next to Richie Tozier.” He said, winking, the wink so cocky that it was sexy. “When am I going to see you again?”

“Well, I mean…” Was that an implied pickup line, or was Stan’s brain messing with him? “We’re neighbors, so it’s bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping for something a bit more concrete than that.” Richie was stepping closer to the railing, and Stan felt himself step closer too. “Like… I don’t know, coffee tomorrow at noon?”

“Noon?” Stan asked back.

“Yeah, I don’t really wake up early.”

“You’ll have to walk me there; I don’t know where any of the good coffee places are yet. I just moved here.”

“Exactly! It would be a crime if I didn’t welcome you to New York.”

They were very close now, Richie’s face illuminated only by the moon and the light streaming out through his kitchen. Richie only seemed to be a couple inches taller than him, but Stan still had to tilt his chin up a bit to look him in the eye.

“A crime?”

“Yeah. Someone’s gotta show that pretty face around.”

Richie grinned a bit, and Stan gave up on his--admittedly, weak--attempt at restraint, leaning in to kiss him.

Stan felt Richie take a surprised breath in through his nose, then was kissing him back, hands reaching out to touch him, one falling to his waist, the other on the side of his neck. Richie’s palm was a bit rough, and he smelled nice this close, and he was so warm that it was all Stan had not to melt against him. He pulled back instead, Richie making a small groaning noise in the back of his throat at the lost contact, which tugged a bit of a grin onto Stan’s face.

“Save it for tomorrow, alright?” He said. Looking reluctant, Richie pulled his hands away. “Night, Richie.”

“Goodnight, Stan.” Richie winked again. “Be sure to dream of me.”

“Fuck off.” Stan told him, turning to go inside, hearing Richie laugh as he did. Stan got ready for bed, the breath of the kiss still on his lips, now very excited for tomorrow morning. Or, tomorrow at noon.

[robinrunsfiction]

Ok I’ve had this idea in my head for weeks and I trust you to write it. Person A: I’m in love with (person B)?! Why didn’t you tell me? Revenge Frank x reader during warped tour. Where the reader does merch for either my chem or another band and she’s kinda girlier (soft emo? Idk) and frank keeps finding excuses to talk to her and the band keeps teasing him about it. Just lots of awkward but cute fluffiness. Sorry it’s so long I’ve had this idea for weeks and can’t get it out of my head.

Summer of Like, Summer of Love 

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @scrolling-my-life-awayWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note:I love this request because I’m biased toward the early to mid-2000s as this is when I discovered FOB, MCR, all of them really! Also this request gave me an excuse to look at pre-hiatus FOB pics, revenge era MCR, and my own facebook photos for inspo! Also a little background Petekey for fun!

On the 2005 Warped Tour, the heat of the summer sun bakedeveryone alive during the day, and the parties revived everyone at night andtonight was no exception. You were only about a week into your first majortour, running the merch booth for the hottest new band, Fall Out Boy. You weresipping on a cup of stale beer as you looked around at all the band members,roadies and groupies who were partying after the last sets of the nightfinished.

You tried to pick out anyone you recognized when suddenlyyou thought you spotted a face that looked familiar. There were tons of bandsyou loved on the tour, but more than any other band, you really wanted to meetthe guys from My Chemical Romance, and you thought you saw them across the way.You could have sworn for a second Frank was even looking your way.

“Hey, (YN), wanna go grab some food?” Your cousin Patrickasked, seeming to appear out of thin air.

“Jesus, Trick, you really have to scare me like that?” Youjumped.

“Sorry, you wanna go grab something to eat or not?”

“Yea, I suppose,” you said setting your mostly empty cup ona table before following Patrick toward the van waiting to take the band out toget dinner.

From across the parking lot, Frank watched you walk away.

“Hey Mikes, what’s that one band you can’t shut up about?”

Mikey thought for a second. “You mean Fall Out Boy?”

“Yea, we should check them out tomorrow.”

~

The next day Frank, Mikey and Gerard were standing just offstage as Fall Out Boy performed.

“Who are you looking for?” Gerard asked as he watched Franklooking around at everyone but the band on stage.

“No one,” Frank replied snapping back to attention. “I’ll beright back,” he replied wandering off.

“Wasn’t this his idea?” Gerard asked his brother whoseattention was glued to the band, specifically the bassist on stage. “Never mind,”he muttered to himself.

Frank’s suspicion was correct. The girl he had spotted thenight before was singlehandedly working the Fall Out Boy merch booth, but atthe moment she wasn’t busy since all the fans were watching the band play.

“Hi, what can I- oh my God, you’re Frank Iero. Sorry, I justlove your music,” you gushed, blushing crimson.

Frank laughed and looked down to keep from blushing himself.He was used to girls fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, but this wasdifferent. He was certain you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Umm, what’s your name?”

“(YN),” you replied. “Sorry, again, you just startled me.”

He laughed again. “Are you gonna be at the party tonight?”

“Yea, usually am,” you replied, starting to notice peoplewere standing back, looking at the merch. “I’ll see you there?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” Frank said before waving and headingback to the backstage area before he got mobbed by fans.

~

Knowing that Frank was probably going to come talk to you atthe party tonight, you decided to put a little more effort into yourappearance. You had been avoiding wearing makeup during the day, since it wouldjust melt off in the heat, but now you made yourself up, and pulled on a pinktank top and a denim mini skirt.

You found Patrick and Joe by one of the kegs and Patrickpoured you a beer. You talked for a while before Pete and My Chemical Romancearrived. Everyone introduced themselves and you couldn’t help but notice Frankhad come to stand over by you.

“(YN), you need a refill?” Patrick asked.

“No, I’m good thanks,” you replied as some more people cameover and started talking. You spotted a picnic table close by and sat down.Much to your delight, Frank followed.

“So, is that your boyfriend?” Frank asked almost shyly.

“Patrick? Oh my God, no! He’s my cousin! He got me the jobmanaging the merch booth because I just graduated college and don’t have a jobyet.”

Frank tried to keep his cool and not let a relieved smilewash over his face. “Oh, sweet. What did you major in?”

“Marketing with a minor in graphic design. It was kind of amiddle ground. My parents would pay for school if I majored in something Icould get a job with.”

“So, what do you wanna do with it?”

You sighed. “I dunno, maybe get a job at an ad agency or-”

“No no, not what do your parents want you to do, what do youwanna do?” He asked, looking dead in your eyes. You stared back, a slow smilecreeping across your face. You were surprised he was able to see through yoursafe, but boring response.

“I wanna design band merch, and logos, and album art, all ofit. That’s why Patrick put me up for this job, he knows I’ve been obsessed withthis for years.”

Frank smiled once he heard the truth spill from your lips.“That’s so cool, I’d love to see your work some time.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I have a sketch bookback in the bus I could show you.”

“Hey (YN), Frank, we’re going to a party, wanna come?” Peteshouted before Frank could reply.

“Wanna go?” Frank asked you.

“Sure, I could use a change of scenery.”

~

The party was at an over-full house, and most of the peoplein attendance were from the tour as well. The stench of stale beer and weedwafted through the air as music blasted through speakers.

“So much for a change of scenery,” you muttered as youfollowed the gang through the crush of bodies.

“Should have stayed outside, it was cooler out there,” youheard Ray comment behind you.

“Come on,” Frank said taking the lead, charging through thecrowd toward the back of the house. Soon you had escaped into the backyard andinto fresh air.

“This is better,” you commented, straightening your skirt.

Both bands assembled outside around a fire pit that someonehad started but left unattended. Gerard and Andy watched over their friendslike two sober babysitters as everyone got drinks and sat around the fire. Youfound a lawn chair and got comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should try tojump into a conversation, but again Frank made his way to you, pulling up hisown chair.

“Is this your first time being on tour?” Frank asked.

“Yea, I’ve worked some of their local shows and helped makeshirts for them and stuff, but this is the first time I’ve gotten out on theroad. It’s such a different experience. Do you like it?”

“Yea, being in front of the crowds is amazing, but anytime Ican do anything with music I’m happy.”

“Being on this tour I’ve seen a lot of awesome bands, butyou guys are the best. Like, your energy on stage is incredible,” you toldFrank.

“Thanks,” he replied with a grin, again looking down,feeling a blush on his cheeks.

As you and Frank talked, you both leaned closer together, withyou occasionally getting up the nerve to place your hand on his arm, and hewould look you in the eyes adoringly. Neither of you quite believing what youwere experiencing between you.

“Do you think they see what’s going on between them?” Gerardasked.

“I have no idea,” Ray replied with a laugh as he tookanother swig of his beer.

“Just don’t think you can steal our merch girl, she’s the onlyone who can put up with them,” Andy said nodding to his band mates.

“As long as Pete doesn’t runaway with Mikey,” Gerard said with a laughand a glance toward the bassists who had wandered off from the group.

~

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the tour and Frank wasstill going out of his way to hang out with you when he could, and your crush onhim was as strong as ever. Even though so many people looked at you and how youdressed, or did your hair, and thought you didn’t belong with the punk or emo scene,Frank made you feel like you belonged because he looked past that and got toknow you. And as Frank got to know you, his feelings deepened for you as well.

You had been in your bunk, listening to music as you drew inyour sketchbook when you heard Mikey and Pete leaving the back of the bus.

“Wait, Mikey, are you going back to your bus?” You asked,scrambling off your bed.

Mikey stopped almost out the door. “Yea, why?”

You handed him the folded piece of paper. “Its just a designidea I thought Frank might like,” you explained.

Mikey smiled knowingly. “Sure.”

When Mikey arrived back at the My Chemical Romance bus, hefound Frank reading in the back.

“Here,” Mikey said handing his band mate the piece of paper.

“What is it?”

“Its from (YN),” the words barely left Mikey’s mouth beforeFrank snatched the paper from him, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh this is so cool,” he said in awe.

“What is it?” Gerard asked as he and Ray came into the backof the bus.

“(YN) made something for Frank,” Mikey answered.

“It’s a cool design of my name,” he said still studying thedetails around the letters of his name, running his fingers over the lines. “Ishould write her a song to thank her,” he thought aloud, momentarily forgettinghis band mates presence.

“Damn Frank you’ve really fallen for this girl,” Ray saidwith a laugh.

“What? No, she’s just super cool, and really cute, andalways smells good and she’s easy to talk to.”

“And you never stop smiling when she’s around, and she’s allyou can talk about when she isn’t, and you wanna write a song for her,” Gerardsmiled, hoping his friends mind would go where he was leading.

Frank sat for a moment and then a look of realization washedover him. “I’m in love with (YN)? Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank exclaimed.

“I think you’re the only person who never noticed,” Mikeylaughed.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Ask her out like a normal human being?” Ray suggested.Frank shot him a look that said that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.“What? It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, I could ask her out if Iwanted to.”

“No!” Frank shouted, jumping up. “I’m gonna do it.”

~

It was nearing the fourth of July, so almost everyone whoshouldn’t have been allowed near explosives had purchased fireworks. Frank was scanning the crowd nervously looking for you. Thenhe spotted you looking uncomfortable with some guy talking to you. You caught Frank’seye and felt relief wash over you as he came your way.

“Frank! There you are!” You said jumping up and wrappingyour arms around him. To your surprise he hugged you back just as tightly. Overyour shoulder Frank glared at the guy who had been talking to you and he tookthe hint to get lost.

“Thanks for that, he was really bothering me,” you said whenhe pulled back and saw the guy was gone.

“Its no biggie,” he replied smiling. “I got your design bythe way, it’s amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. I still gotta show you my whole sketchbooksometime when we aren’t so busy.”

“I’m not busy now,” Frank replied.

You smiled and nodded. “Yea, come on then,” you said headingtoward the buses. As you moved through the dark you felt Frank’s hand graspyours and you smiled, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

When you made it back to the bus, no one else was around. Youwent back to your bunk and pulled out the notepad. You switched on the lightand sat down on the sofa next to Frank.

“Ok, so this is my favorite so far,” you said flipping to apage with Fall Out Boy logos. “I did a few for My Chem too,” you said turningthe page.

Frank examined everything on each page carefully, notletting you rush past, even if you argued that the ones he was looking atweren’t good.

“Pete should give you a job at his label, these are awesome, you reallyhave a lot of talent,” he said looking up at you in awe.

You shrugged. “I’m afraid my style isn’t edgy enough for alot of bands.”

“Nah, it’s cool, and I think you could be edgier if youtried. Its there under the surface, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“I’m serious, you’re awesome,” he said looking in your eyes.It was now or never. “Umm, (YN) do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You were shocked and then thrilled. “Yea, yes, that would becool,” you grinned.

Frank grinned back and suddenly you were both leaning in,lips inches from each other.

“Oh (YN) you’re here- oh shit sorry,” Patrick rambled realizingwhat he interrupted when you and Frank both sat bolt upright.

“What’s up Patrick?” you sighed, looking over at yourembarrassed cousin.

“They’re starting the fireworks soon, I know you alwaysliked them,” he replied, looking at his shoes.

“Thanks,” you replied sincerely. Patrick waved as he walkedout. “Umm, do you wanna look at the fireworks?”

“Sure,” Frank replied with a smile. Anything to spend a little more time with you.

You found a spot back from the rest of the people gatheredaround watching the amateur pyrotechnics. You and Frank sat down on thescratchy grass and Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You looked upat him and he smiled down, and you felt yourself leaning in again. When yourlips finally connected with his, you couldn’t help but smile. You pulled back fromthe kiss, the grin still plastered across your face.

“Holy shit I do love you,” Frank said, his eyes wide. Youlaughed and the smile on your face grew even larger. He grabbed your face andpulled you back into another kiss, the momentum of which caused him to tumblehim back into the grass with you laid out on top of him. Needless to say, neitherof you saw much of the fireworks that night.

Masterlist

[praphit]

Halloween: All Good Things

Everything comes to an end. In a world where we all have "my truth", I find it kinda comforting that there are still some things that we all must bow to - one being, you ain't beating death. You might say that this empirical truth is depressing... well, that depends on ones perspective.

Take the “Halloween” franchise - 

Michael Myers has been killing people for over 40 years now. Forty years of Michael stabbing people, lurking behind trees, staring into windows, staring out of windows, punishing the stupidity of young people, 40 years of that creepy theme music, breaking into homes, stabbing more people, him getting shot at, him getting impaled, him getting burnt up, him coming back to stab more people, and most notably, him bleeping with the same woman... for 40+ years! That's a long marriage of horror.

Laurie Strode, our hero?? - 

i guess, says "Enough is enough, Michael! I'm too old for this shit! You don killed almost everyone I know. I'm done. This ends. I retire. And If I see yo psycho ass again, I'm ending YOU."

But, from where Mikey stands, it's all good, baby! The last movie "Halloween Kills" wasn't joking. He spilled enough blood in that movie to fill of pool. The whole town is afraid of him. The franchise is a huge success. He's got a bunch of groupies and hoes who adore him.. He's got all kinds of merch paper flowing his way. He's been living his best life! Mike replies to Laurie "Bitch, don't mess with my money! This ain't over til I say it's over! Now, you suck it up, and meet some new people for me to kill."

But, Laurie is not a push-over:

THE END

In this corner, we've got Laurie, 

who says to herself "This Slasher Queen lifestyle just ain't for me anymore. It's time to be a responsible grandmother." She buys a house (why in the same neighborhood where Michael, who is still loose, has been killing for 40 years... idk) but she's decorating for the holidays, she bakes, buys some granny panties and some mothballs, and spends time with the only family that Michael hasn't killed yet. She continues her quest to get into the pants of Will Patton,

(Mmm! Look at that sexy beast) 

and tries to live a normal life.

She even starts writing a book about her... "adventures". She's happy - It's been a long time since we've seen that.

Don't think she doesn't still have some guns around though. Laurie's serious when it comes to Michael.

And in this corner, we've got the OG - 

living in the sewers, eating God knows what (rats maybe), sitting in a pile of his own filth, in the shadows. Weakened and tired from all of the killing of the last movie. I felt kinda sad for Mike. He's so old! I mean every now and again he pokes his head out to kill a few people, but for the most part he's in retreat mode, hanging and banging in the sewers with Pennywise and the ninja turtles. UNTIL... (well, I won't spoil anything)

Some dude (or dudette:), due to some unfortunate events, is now looking to Michael for some guidance. They want to be like Mike. There's nothing that will recharge an old person's battery quite like young people taking an interest in what they do. He and his disciple went to Walmart to pick up some kitchen knives, and they went to work.

Eventually, Mike regains his confidence and decides to put an end to Jamie Lee Curtis's reign of terror over his life. Then, maybe find himself a new woman to harass. There's gotta be some version of "Tinder" for that. Now. Mike is back! He's like "How she gonna tell ME it's over?? Who the bleep does she think she is??! I'm Michael muthableepin Myers!"

THE FIGHT

Laurie's "final girl" senses start tingling, I guess, cuz she doesn't even need to hear or see Michael. She just knows that he is close. Or maybe it was the stench of him living in the sewers for the last few years.

It doesn't take long for them to start coming to blows. After all of these decades, I still don't understand the rules with Mike: Sometimes, he's evil personified and supernatural, and other times he can get his ass beaten my old ladies, teenagers, and the occasional rapper.

So, some of that is annoyingly still going on here. But, a hell of a fight! At one point Laurie busts out a sweet, Mortal Kombat style leg sweep. How long has she been holding on to that one??!

I was exhausted when I went to see this movie; long days, lately. I was just asking for the movie to be entertaining enough for me not to fall asleep. That would be horrible if the murder was so boring that I slept through it. But, I didn't. This movie is entertaining, and in my opinion, well done... just not in the ways some may have wanted.

If you've looked at reviews, you'll notice some division. If you came for the slashing, you might leave disappointed. There's killing of course, but really only one solid killing spree, and it's not even done by Michael. That brings up another complaint that I've read - Mikey is kind of a side plot in his own movie. That's debatable, but I can see why people would say that.

They were honest about the Halloween Kills" title, and they're honest here. This is a movie about the end. Michael is old and busted. Laurie is old and crazy. Her family wants nothing to do with the town anymore. These story lines have kinda run their course. And honestly, how much blood do we, the audience, need out of one franchise?? I'm sorry, that sounded wrong the moment I typed it. SO MUCH MORE BLOOD, OBVIOUSLY. What a stupid question for me to ask.

My point is that this whole thing (as we've known it) truly comes to an end. I, for one, appreciate how the writers and the director chose to show evil's long-suffered impact, how evil can be weakened, and though it tries to spread... how it can be cut out of our lives for good... unless some piece of it is left 

*evil grin* 

They're being bold, and trying something new to end this trilogy. Plus, Jamie Lee Curtis was acting her ass off in this movie; she certainly didn’t have to.

While I have my own complaints about the movie:

some of the writing, why Laurie's granddaughter is so stupid, and the general lack of police, BUT I side with the minority. I liked it.

Grade: B-

Perhaps it's time for Laurie and Michael to take their final bows. It's sad to watch as something ends for someone, when they haven't realized it yet. You don't wanna go out like that. Acknowledge the end, stare it in the face, pick up some K-Y Jelly and a knife, and get on with it.

[originalfics]

Letting you go- Ashton Irwin (pt 2)

I walk through the house, reliving all the memories as I make my way out the front door and to my car. As I pull out of the drive way, I swear I can feel my heart shattering in 2. 

It is now 2018

Hayly Sandoval is now 22. She still lives in LA. She has an apartment that she lives in by herself. She makes YouTube skits, covers, original music, dance videos, and vlogs. She hasn’t seen or talked to Ashton since the day she left. She still hasn’t been able to fall in love with anyone else. She still hasn’t been able to fall OUT of love with him, even though she doesn’t like to admit it. She  hangs out with YouTubers like David Dobrik, Liza Koshy, Colby Brock, and Shane Dawson. She has a really good life and tries not to miss Ash too much. 

“Hey Shane.” I say as I walk into his house, petting his dogs. We all (Garrett, Morgan, Ryland, Andrew, and Shane) hang out in their house for a few hours until everyone gets hungry. We all end up driving to Chipotle, after I put on actual clothes that aren’t my pj’s. 

We walk into Chipotle and stand in line. Garrett and I talk about Harry Potter. 

“Seriously mate!” The people in front of us laugh. 

“You guys can go in front of us. He doesn’t know what to get.” A guy says, laughing slightly. I turn around to see who is in front of us because the laugh sounds familiar. 

Ashton. 

“Hayly?” Ashton breathes. 

“I’ll see you guys later.” I choke. 

“You said you were super hungry.” Morgan says. 

“I’m not. I need to get out of here.” I say shaking. People are looking at me, including Mikey, Ashton, Calum, and Luke. I practically run out of the resturaunt. I take a deep breath, trying to get my lungs to work, my heart to stop racing, and my body to stop shaking. My eyes are dancing with stars and I have to lean against the building to not fall over. 

“Hayly. Are you okay?” Someone asks, holding my arm. So I guess it wasn’t a building. 

“Jesus christ. Hayly, breathe.” Another says. 

“I’m sorry.” I say to the people helping me. I hate being a burden to people. One my vision clears up, I see Morgan, Garrett, Ryland, Andrew.

And Ashton. 

“Are you okay?” He asks me. I nod as I feel my throat close up and my heart starts to race again. 

“Okay. Who the hell are you?” Morgan asks. 

“I’m Ashton. Hayly and I used to... we used to know eachother.” 

“She never mentioned you.” Ryland says.

“I have. Just never used his name.” I manage. Garrett is the first one to realize what I mean.

“Wait. He’s- that’s him?” Morgan asks me. I look down. 

“We’ll give you guys a minute.” Andrew says, dragging them away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to have a panic attack when I saw you. Then again I did not mean to see you.” I tell him. 

“Sorry I caused a panic attack. Are you okay?” 

“I am fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“That’s all I do. I never knew what actually happened to you after you left me in the middle of the night.” He realizes what he said.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He appologizes.

“It’s fine. I did leave you in the middle of the night. And you have the right to be mad at me. I would be mad too.” 

“Can we talk? Perhaps over lunch?” He asks, signalling to Chipotle. I nod and we walk back in. 

“Before you do anything, I deserve a hug.” Calum says. I laugh and give him a hug as he rests his chin on my head. 

“I missed you, Ly.” He tells me. He lets me go and sits at a table with the other guys. 

“I bought you a bowl.” Shane says, handing me my food and a soda. I thank him and sit at a table with Ashton. 

“I’m just going to ask it: Why’d you leave me?” Ashton asks. 

“Because...” 

“Because what, Hayly? I thought we were in love. I thought you loved me. I thought you supported me and the band. But all of a sudden I wake up with a note saying basically nothing. And it is all I can ever think about, Hayly. So why? Why did you leave me?” He begs. 

When I don’t answer, he shouts “WHY?” making people look at us. 

“Because you were always gone, Ashton! I left becuase no matter how much you tried, I was always lonely. I left my home, my family, my friends, my job to follow you halfway across the fucking world. But you were always gone on tour and shit. I was 19 and alone in a new country. Hell, a new CONTINENT. I left even though my mom said that if I left with you, I would NEVER be able to come back. Not for births, holidays, not even for deaths. But I left it all behind for a man who was never home. It didn’t ever feel like home unless you were there. And you were almost never there. But I mainly left because I was hurting you, even if you didn’t realize it. You would go on tour and while your friends would be out at bars and stuff, you would be FaceTiming me from a hotel room. I ruined your chance to socialize and hook up with groupies. I was holding you back and you needed to let me go.”

“That should’ve been my decision to make, Hayly! You left me wondering why! You left me heart broken and alone. Didn’t you ever think about how I would feel? Because that is all I thought about for you.” 

“Of course I thought about you! I love you! But no matter what I couldn’t shake a stupid feeling that nothing I ever did was enough for you and I felt like you were wasting your time so excuse me for thinking I wasn’t good for you. For knowing I wasn’t good for you. I only ever thought about you. About us. Do you know how much I wanted us to work? How much I begged myself to stay? Ashton, I would never have hurt you except I couldn’t stay. I was having panic attacks nightly when you were gone. I was taking so many anti- depressants and anti- anxiety’s. I wanted to stay but I couldn’t, Ash. So you can stop worrying about me. You know where I am now.” I realize that my nails have been digging into my palm when they start to bleed. 

“I have to go.” I grab my bag and rush out of the resturaunt and into my car, driving to the one place in LA where I can easily breathe: Will Rogers State Beach. 

Not many people go here so it’s usually not crowded, especially the spot where I go to. You have to hike a little bit and it’s pretty hidden if you don’t know where to find it. I found it about 2 weeks after Ashton left for the first time. 

God, I wish I could disappear. I would love to just go home back to London. But my mom meant what she said. I tried to go home when she was dying but she said no. 

I gave up everything for Ashton. 

“You alright, Ly?” I turn my head to see Calum. I shake my head. He sits next to me and pulls me into his arms. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” I say.

“You didn’t. I’ve just missed my best friend.” 

“God you must think I’m a bitch for leaving you guys.” 

“No. I understand. You gotta do you.” He tells me. 

“The panic attacks got worse after I left. Especially recently.” 

“Why recently?” He asks.

“My mom is dying. But I can’t go back. I made a choice coming to America with Ashton, and my mom says that I made a choice to leave the family. And now I have to stick with the choice.” He pulls me even closer. 

“Can I ask you something?” I nod. 

“Are you still in love with Ashton? You said love in the resturaunt, not loved.”

“It doesn’t really matter whether I love Ash or not. But yeah, I do. And I think I always will.” I say, no louder than a whisper. We sit watching the waves together for a while, catching up on life. 

“I have to go home.” 

“Why?” He asks me, whining.

“I feel like sleeping. Part of panic attacks, they make me sleepy.” I give him a hug bye and drive home. As soon as I open my door, I change into more comfortable clothes. 

I grab my camera and set it up on the tripod. I turn it on but don’t do an intro. I just get to singing ‘Grace’ by Bebe Rexha and playing the piano. Then I sing ‘Sorry’ by Halsey while playing the piano. Then I play ‘Happier’ on the accoustic. Then I go on another emotional rant about my life and feelings. 

“I just feel like I can’t even breathe anymore. It’s just like the entire world is crushing me and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I can’t do anything but watch it and think ‘Well I deserve this.’ Because I do. I left my mom back in London. Even though it would mean she would be all alone in the house. I have 6 siblings, all older than me, that have spread around the world. They’re doing great. They’re married, have families, have lots of money, have actual jobs. But here I am, having panic attacks that make me black out, making videos on the internet of me singing or doing stupid shit or just ranting about how much I hate myself. 

“How much I wish I could just disappear. How much I wish I could die. How much I wish I could just breathe and rewind everything. How much I could forget everything. I wish I could forget the nights where I was helpless. The nights where I could hear my mom being hit but I couldn’t do anything. I was too young. I was too helpless. I wish I could forget my older sister’s sobs as we all hid in the closet. I wish I could forget watching my dad hit my older brother when he tried to stop him from hurting our mom. I wish I could forget how tight my oldest sister held onto me. How everyone tried to make sure I grew up without all of this pain. I wish I could forget the way my sisters would sing to me to help me sleep when I had nightmares.

“When my dad left, it was like we could all breathe again. It was like they could all breathe again. I wouldn’t sleep for days straight because of nightmares of the night where he took me out of my bed at 1 a.m and decided to to leave me at a gas station 30 miles away from home. I still dream of it to this day. 

“I wish I could throw my feelings against the wall. I wish I didn’t have to feel anymore. I wish I wasn’t still in love with someone who probably hates me now because I left him 3 years ago. I sometimes wish I hadn’t left. But other times, I don’t. Because he is doing so great without me. He is fucking thriving. If I hadn’t left he probably would’ve already left me. So either way I would’ve been a depressed, anxious, and torn mess. Which is always fun. 

“Anyways, I’ll see you guys next week.” I finish weakly, turning my camera off. I curl up in my bed with music blasting so loud I will probably get a noise complaint but honestly who fucking cares anymore.

[itisannak]

What happens in Vegas, doesn't stay in Vegas (Calum Hood Smut)

Summary: 2 months after the incident, Calum and (Y/N) still fuck occasionally. What will happen when all of that starts having consequences? (Smut / Unprotected Sex)  (T.W: Hospital / Physical Fight) (Words: 3k) (Part 1: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? )

  I don't even know how I got up from my bed and to his hotel room. I swear, this man has such power over me, it's insane. I knock on the door, looking around me one last time to make sure that no one will see me enter his room that late, especially my brother. Two months after Vegas and he still doesn't know that his best friend is fucking his baby sister. I know that if Michael finds out, he is going to flip, kill Calum, and lock me in a basement for the rest of my life, but I can't resist Calum. Sex with him is great and being around him as a friend is really amazing. Honestly, I am glad that whenever he is horny, he is hitting me up and not some random groupie... I don't think I could take it. "I knew you would come..." He smirks at me as he opens the door. "Can't say no to daddy..." I smile innocently. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into the room while bringing his lips to mine. He shuts the door with his free hand and wastes no time to deepen the kiss. He tastes like tequila and lime, proving my point that he is drunk.

In a blink, my pajama shorts and top are on the floor and I am pinned on the soft mattress, my hands above my head as he kisses me deeply. "I've watched you dance side stage during the whole show and I swear I wanted to fuck you right then and there. " He whimpers as his lips travel to my jawline. I moan in response, feeling his warm body on mine and his soft lips on my skin. "The way you swayed your hips, the way your body bounced, I felt like you were teasing me the whole time... And I loved every single second of it..." He whispers as he kisses my neck. Drunk Cal is the most intimate one; sex with him is slow and passionate and intoxicating, it makes you crave more. And when it is combined with his daddy mood, it makes you not want it to end. I am so lucky I am the one he is fucking... I am so lucky his plump lips are teasing my body, wrapping around my nipples as he roughens them, I am so lucky his hands are touching me everywhere I imagined them touching me since I entered my teenage years.

He drags my attention by snapping the waistband of his boxers with his free hand. "I don't want to tease you tonight... You were such a good girl, responding to daddy's call so quickly... You are such a good girl for daddy..." He smirks down at me. I lick my lips and nod my head, taking my doe eyes. "Fuck, I am already hard... I don't need you to make it worse..." He mumbles. He frees my wrists and brings his hand to my panties, taking the delicate fabric between them. He smirks at me as he tears them apart. He throws the fabric somewhere in the room and lowers his briefs, before crashing his body on mine. "I need you so fucking much..." He mumbles. "I need you too, daddy." I moan. He thrusts in me slowly, giving me time to adjust to him. We've been fucking regularly by now, but still every time he enters me it feels like the first time. He groans as he eases his member inside my pussy, my lips throbbing around him. I bring one leg on his hip, steading it there and making sure he is close to me. I groan a little too, as I feel my walls stretch to accommodate his dick. His hips are making small rocking movements on mine, guiding his member in and out of me. "Daddy..." I moan and he smirks. "Fuck yes, moan for me." He whispers before he brings his lips to mine to give me a hungry kiss. I know he loves it when my moans are muffled by his lips and I love it to feel him smirk satisfied. "Faster..." I moan after a while. He grabs my leg and spread my thighs more, change the rhythm almost immediately. "I fucking love that. Your pussy is so tight around me and so wet for me... And you look so good underneath me, with your face looking like that and your boobs bouncing as I fuck you... You are so perfect." He praises me, making my stomach tighten. "It feels so good to have you inside me, daddy... Your dick throbbing on my and stretching my walls and tip hitting on my g-spot..." I praise him back and he smiles. His left hand goes to my face, cupping it and keeping it in place for a kiss. My right hand claws on his back as my left grips on the bedsheets. It feels like bliss as he pounds on the right spot. My eyes flutter closed and my stomach clenches and I feel my high approaching me. My legs go jelly and my back arches as I cum. "Fuck." I hear him groan as my pussy pulses. "Cum for me daddy..." I moan through my bliss. He growls loudly as he cums, making my insides bubble. I stare at his face and neck tensing up as he releases and at that moment, I know that I don't want this to end. "Will you stay here tonight?" He asks me as he collapses on top of me. "You want me to?" I ask and pet his hair. He hums in response and places a kiss on the middle of my chest.

(2 weeks later) I am feeling sick, probably from traveling. I wonder how the guys manage to do it all the time and be ok. Calum has been sneaking to my room the past couple of days, taking care of me and comforting me at night. It's not just about sex anymore, I know that for sure, but I don't want to admit it if he doesn't first. "Are you coming to the city exploring today, sis?" Michael asks me, taking the spot next to me and patting my knee. "I am not feeling well, Mikey." I reply and he huffs. "Want to go to the hospital? They might give you something to help you feel better." He suggests. I smile and get up from the couch. "I am feeling better, don't worry. I am going to get some water. Does anyone want anything from the fridge?" I ask. "Yeah, I want some juice. Whatever we've got." Ashton replies and smiles at me. I nod and head to the fridge in the kitchen of the suit, leaving the boys to talk about tomorrow's show.

I grab a water bottle for myself and pour Ashton a cup of orange juice, but as I am about to put the juice bottle back to the fridge, I see everything becoming blurry, the ground underneath me moving and my legs go jelly.

(Calum's POV) The thud from across the room interrupted everything. "Did you hear that?" Crystal asks us, knitting her eyebrows. "Yeah. (Y/N), is everything ok?" Mikey asks but gets no response. "I'll go check out what that was." Luke states and stands up from the armchair he's been sitting. After about half a night, we hear a loud gasp coming from the small room that the kitchen is.

"Guys, (Y/N) passed out." Luke shouts and we all shoot up. My heart race; I knew she wasn't feeling well, but this is too much. "Someone call the lobby to call a taxi for the nearest hospital." Ashton commands and Crystal nods, going back to the lounge. Luke is kneeled next to her, shaking her to bring her back but she stays as she is. Michael looks paler than he is and I feel my stomach knot up. I don't want anything bad to happen to her.

The taxi came really quickly and thankfully, the nearest hospital was just a few minutes away from the hotel. Luke, Michael, and Crystal went with (Y/N), and Ashton and I called another cab. Michael paces up and down the corridor, while we are waiting for a doctor or a nurse to tell us how (Y/N) is. "Our parents are going to kill me for not taking her to a hospital the moment she started feeling sick..." He rumbles and Crystal tries to calm him down. I know I am thinking about the same thing too; I should have brought her to a hospital earlier. What kind of boyfriend am I? Damn it, I am not even a boyfriend... I don't what this is but it is way more than just fucking by now. "Anyone here for Ms. Clifford?" A woman around her 30s asks us. "All of us." Ashton replies. "She is awake. You can see her now." She tells us. "Is she going to be ok?" Michael asks. The lady pats his shoulder. "Her boyfriend?" She asks him. "No, her brother... She doesn't have a boyfriend." He replies and a part of me is relieved that he doesn't know about us. "She will tell you herself. You can all go see her now. We will release her later in the evening." She says and smiles at us.

We enter the room, only to find (Y/N) crying. Michael rushes to her and I stay leaning on a wall, distancing myself from her, in order not to run to her, hug her and tell her that I love her and I was worried sick. "Baby sis, it's ok. You are ok... If it was something serious the doctor would have told us." He tries to soothe her. "I am so sorry Michael... I didn't mean to... I am so sorry..." She says in between sobs. "(Y/N), what is it? Why are you sorry? There is nothing to be sorry about. You just got dizzy from the constant traveling. It's nothing, I promise, we've all been there." He reassures her. "Michael... I... It's not that..." She sobs some more. "What is it then? The doctor told us nothing." He asks. "Michael... I am... pregnant." She whispers, her voice breaking.

There is dead silence in the room, everyone looks at her shooked. I feel numb for a moment, processing her words in my head, over and over again. "You can't be... I mean, you don't have a boyfriend and you brought no one to the hotels while on tour. " Michael exclaims. "Michael, take a breath."Crystal makes him sit back down and listen to (Y/N). "Who is the baby's father?" He asks and (Y/N) sobs some more. My stomach is a knot, my palms are sweating and my head spins. "You know his name, right?" Michael asks.

"It's me... It's mine." I stammer out, making everyone's head snap to me. "What did you say?" Michael asks me. He is calm, he definitely didn't hear me. "The baby is mine. I am the father." I answer, this time loud and clear. (Y/N) looks at me and I smile at her.

The next I know, Michael has me pinned to the wall and his fist meets my face. It hurts like a mother fucker. "You fucked my sister? Of all girls, my sister?" He screams to my face, punching me again. I don't try to physically defend myself; I know I could react like that if any of the guys touched Mali. "You used my baby sister like every other girl you've fucked! And you got her pregnant! I am going to murder you, Hood." He threatens me as the guys try to pull him away. "And don't tell me it was an accident. I won't take that bullshit." He screams, trying to pull away from Ashton's and Luke's grip.

"Getting her pregnant was an accident. But being with her wasn't..." I say and he growls. "You enjoyed taking advantage of my sister and then leaving her like all the others, didn't you, you sick bastard." He screams. His face is red and veins are popping on his forehead and neck. "It isn't like that. Not with (Y/N)." I respond. "He didn't use me, Michael. I wanted to be with him." (Y/N) chimes in, her crying stopping. "You are a baby, you don't know what you want. And what the hell does 'be with him' means? This happened more than once?" He growls to (Y/N). "Talk to her more calmly." I demand and he tries to attack me once more but the guys hold him back. "You shut the hell up." He yells at me. "I am not a baby anymore, Michael. I am an adult and I can make my own life choices." She replies and Michael nods his head. "2 more shows on this tour... Then I don't want to see you, not until I have to again." He turns to me and walks out of the room. "I'll go talk to him. Come on guys, let's leave them alone for a moment. They clearly have a lot to discuss." Crystal says and exits, followed by Ashton and Luke.

"I am sorry." (Y/N) says once we are left alone. "It's not your fault. Eventually, he would find out... I couldn't keep this a secret for too long." I smile at her. "What... what do you want to do with... with the...baby?" She whispers the last word like it is a secret. "It's not just what I want. It is your body, all I can do is support you." I reply and she nods. She starts crying again and this time I don't hold back; I hug, petting her hair and kissing the top of her head. "I don't know what I want to do. I think I want to keep it." She admits and I nod. "You don't have to help me raise it. I don't want you to feel obligated..." She says after she calms down. "I don't feel obligated, I want to help you raise it. It's our child." "But Michael is gonna..." She begins but I cut her off. "He will come around, eventually... He is shocked and honestly, I don't blame him." I say and she chuckles. "Does it hurt?" She asks, putting a hand softly on my cheek. I wince a little but find comfort in her touch. "A little. I'll text the guys to bring me something to cover it up. I don't want the fans to start making up theories." I say and she smiles sweetly at me. "The doctor told me they will be releasing me later today..." She says. "I know. I'll stay with you. We'll go back to the hotel together and you'll stay in my room from now on." I reply. "Michael won't hurt me. He loves me too much to do so..." She responds. "I know. I am not worried about Michael... I want to take care of you. You might need someone to run around town to bring you ice cream with ketchup or something..." I say and she laughs. "I am in love with you." I blurt out as I watch her laugh at my stupid joke. "I've been in love with you ever since I saw you. And not because of your looks. I fell for your aura, for your spirit, for everything you are. And I am damned because falling for you means quarreling with my best friend, but I am in love with you." I say and she cries again. "I've been in love with you ever since I met you, that day in that stupid rehearsal at Michael's room. And I never thought that we could end up like this, but I don't regret a single day that I've been in love with you." She confesses. I cup her face and bring my lips to hers, not imagining any other way to respond.

"I came to scold you and curse the shit out of you... " Michael interrupts the moment. "But I can't... Not after hearing what you both said. I am still mad at you, Calum, and (Y/N), if I was given half a chance, I would lock you up in a room until the end of the world... But you were right, you are not a kid anymore. Even though you pretty much fucked it up on your first year of being an adult, by getting pregnant, you are still my baby sister and you are still my best mate and deep down inside, I am happy for my little niece or nephew. I am not fully ok with the fact that you two fucked, but I guess I have to swallow it and accept it." Michael says, leaning against the wall. "You have no other choice, mate." I reply and he glares. "I had the choice of murdering you, but I don't want to ruin Malum..." He replies and approaches me for a hug. "Sorry for the bruises." He apologizes. "It's ok. I'd probably do the same..." I reply.

(3 Months Later) "Are you sure you will see the baby's gender today?" I ask (Y/N) while bouncing my leg. "She said we would..." She replies, putting a hand protectingly on her growing bump. "Are you sure she is a good doctor?" I ask her. "Calum, what's gotten into you? We've been to that doctor before, you know she is an excellent one..." (Y/N) giggles. "I don't know, I want the best for you and my daughter..." I reply. "Could be a son." She responds. "Daughter. I have this father feeling." I say and peck on her temple. "There is no such thing. And now stop... You are making me nervous and it affects the baby, you know..." (Y/N) responds and my eyes go wide. "Sorry, sorry... I'll stop." I state and put a hand on her stomach too. "If it's a girl, I want to name her Elizabeth or Joy. If it's a boy, I think Michael fits perfectly..." She says. "Good thing she is a girl then..." I reply and she chuckles.

My Masterlist /  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?

[nata-rp]

Trials + Tribulations

When you were floating through space in confined quarters for months on end, with about twenty other people or so, your business had a tendency to become a matter of public record, especially to the ones who watched and waited for an opportune fuck-up. Not that Mike had done anything untoward other than follow sage advice and instruction from his captain, but some things you just couldn’t hide forever, and there was precious little to fill spare time on board with anything other than empty talk. The kind of talk that examined the “new kid’s” activities down to the smallest cough.

Marco knew his crew all right. More than that, the older captain had bucketfuls of experience dealing with people to understand what happened with disgruntled elements of a crew. Mike? He walked through a cloud of bliss for about the first month of deepening his ties with Marco to something more than subordinate and superior, until the realities of what that meant began to sink their teeth into him.

Little things at first. A sharp look here, a hushed silence there, chillier receptions and social interaction withdrawal. Not with everyone, there was enough balance in the crew that Mike didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first, but there was a growing tension that the slinger began to pick up on eventually.

Things came to something of a more obvious head one day in the cargo holds. He had time to spare, having prepped the afternoon meal in the kitchen ahead of time, which saw him offering to help out Aven’s group in reorganising their next cargo drop. They didn’t mix a lot usually, Aven worked on the bridge and in cargo most days, two areas that Mike didn’t have much truck with on average.

He felt it immediately when he came up to where the men were undoing the stabiliser lashings on the corrugated metal crates. He stood at the periphery of the activity at first, his hands stuffed into the pockets of the sweatpants he was wearing, observing what was going on, unaware that Aven was watching him from where he stood tapping a stylus against the digital board he was holding.

“Need a hand?” Mike asked, finally noticing the sharp looks Aven was shooting him.

There was a prickle in Mike’s skin, almost like the sensation you get when something unpleasant was stalking you in the woods, but he worked it out as his imagination, just like all the tense moments he’d shrugged off up to that point. He was open with his expression, however, flashing his usual cocky grin at the older man to go with the friendly offer of assistance.

The noise Aven expelled out of his nose softened Mike’s grin a tad, but it was the man’s verbal backhand that finally wiped it clean off. “No thanks, Dufresne. See, we don’t really need your brand of help right now… Captain might, though. Why not go suss him out like a good little puppydog?”

It was the first time anyone had even hinted at anything going on between him and Marco, and not in the best light. Normally? Mike would have shot his mouth off and said something stupid back, and his throat burned with the desire, his fingers curled into fists in his pockets while Aven’s flinty eyes rolled over him, just waiting for the explosion to come.

Marco said this was coming, and now, finally, it came. It wasn’t supposed to be a surprise, and it wasn’t supposed to be that difficult to let it slide. Mike chewed the inside of his cheek, scowling back at Aven like a stormcloud. The veteran’s expression changed; the smallest uptick of his lips at a corner as he watched his barb sink in. He glanced down at his board, writing something into a box.

“But, if and when I need your brand of uh... help, I’m pretty sure I know where to find you.”

Pushing his tongue against the back of his teeth, Mike produced a soft click of noise, but didn’t offer up any comments. It took an enormous amount of willpower for him to shrug, to plaster on a fresh grin, and to try and keep from going crimson. “Hey, whatever, just wanted to help.”

The awkward moment passed, especially when Mike took himself off to find something else to do, but it left the sourest taste in his mouth, and that night, a rare night of a few other stolen nights now, he bathed his burning pride in the soothing presence of the captain. Maybe that was a mistake, maybe he should have just cooled his heels and let Aven’s shorts unwind themselves before he sought Marco out again, but he didn’t think anything more embarrassing would occur than what already had. Boy did he hate being wrong.

Not only did he run into Kree on the way to the showers from the captain’s quarters early the following shift, but he also had a few interesting decorations left behind from the intensity of exactly what he had accomplished in Marco’s company earlier, which was as good as a declaration really. Usually Mike was careful, but things happened, and rather than regret anything, Mike pretended it was absolutely normal.

But that was when the whispering started. It’s when a lot of things started, really. Suddenly some of the crew began to take issue with his cooking, like they hadn’t been shoveling it down their throats the entire time he had been assigned that duty. Little grumbles here and there, a whined complaint or two, and more pushy comments about what was on offer.

It put his back up, but he tried to avoid catering problems by offering more choices, and when that didn’t work, Mike tried to sweeten things with more desserts. That kind of… Well, backfired. The undecided, the ones who wanted to give Mike time before they judged him, were making their choices, and they weren’t in the slinger’s favour most of the time, thanks to the poison being poured into their ears.

Everyone was a hard worker, right? Earned their keep, right? So what happened when a young upstart was courting the captain? What happened when he was trying to butter up the crew with his little homemade offerings? Rumours started up, discord sang in the ranks, and suddenly the friendly tips dried up, and the inclusiveness of certain groups closed up, and no one wanted anything to do with the self-important little pissant.

“Don’t let his easy way and smile fool you, guys.”

“He’s just here to take his cut, your cut, and everyone else’s cut who isn’t awake enough to realise.”

“I mean, boinking the captain’s just the first step.”

Mike didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but then again, they weren’t being awful subtle about it either. Oh sure, they played nice when the captain was around, everyone did, but as soon as it was just him and the crew, things twisted into a nasty patch of slippery ice real quick. He dealt with it, biting back on every hot comment he wanted to make, but they were wearing him down and they knew it.

Aven especially was pretty good at getting under Mike’s skin, and the man needled the slinger every chance he could. It got worse one day when Aven decided to punch Mike while he was down in the supply bay with a couple of his groupies, nothing overtly physical, just a little talking to that was as mean-spirited as Aven was crafty. There’d be no need for anyone else to grab dried stumpkin roots and yellowbell from the bay unless they were the cook.

Mike knew when he was outgunned, but he didn’t think Aven would be stupid about things. Then again, Mike didn’t give the guy enough credit. Groupie 1 just hung around the door, keeping an eye out, while groupie 2 stood with arms crossed, an appropriately menacing expression on his face as Aven bore down on Mike and forced the slinger back into the shelving.

“Can I help you boys?” Mike grunted out, bracing his arm against Aven’s chest to keep some distance between them.

“You’re always trying to be helpful, Dufresne. Is that what you tell yourself when you’re with the captain? That you’re just being helpful?” Aven purred the words out almost like a considerate family member would.

Mike grit his teeth, puffed out a couple of breaths and tried to cool the mounting heat in his chest, his fingers curling around a bunch of Aven’s shirt. Aven wrenched it free, and smashed Mike’s wrist against the shelf, eliciting a slight hiss from the slinger. There was no damage, but the contact hurt.

“Look… I don’t know what—”

“Ain’t stupid, kid. I expected more out of Conrad, but I guess you wave the right sorta ass under a man’s nose long enough and it starts to look good,” Aven continued, dropping the easy tone. “Let’s get a couple things straight.” The man snorted, amused at his turn of phrase, then continued. “You’re the omega here, Mikey-boy. The little runt of the litter. The cook. And for now, Conrad’s slice of ass on the side. But so help me, boy, if you think you can slip in and turn this shit upside down for the people who actually matter, I’ll be the least of your problems.”

Mike bristled with every word thrown in his face, shuffling against the shelves and trying to yank his wrist free of Aven’s steely grip. He glared up into Aven’s eyes, meeting the man’s flinty look with the fire in his own. Aven’s lips ticked up and Mike felt the acid heat of hatred rising in his throat.

“What’s the matter, Mikey-boy?” Aven inquired, shoving Mike back again and leaning in closer. “You wanna go crying to daddy about your problems? Maybe I should have a talk with him instead, you know, set things right.”

Mike’s fire fizzled out and he stared back at Aven, wondering exactly what the guy meant by that, apart from the obvious. Marco didn’t need this stupid little feud laid at his feet. Mike had said he could handle it, and he could. Pride was a small price to pay… Right? As much as he tried to tell himself that, the young slinger burned with righteous indignation and embarrassment.

The bitter taste of hatred was still thick in Mike’s throat, but he eventually managed to reel in the rage, the roaring upset inside of him, and every other powerful emotion that flared up when Aven levelled this fresh brand of venom at him. He hung his head and relaxed against the shelving, offering the sensitive expanse of his neck in defeat. It sucked so bad, it sucked so fucking bad, but Mike grit his teeth against the indignity of it.

“Good boy,” Aven mocked, ruffling Mike’s hair roughly before he and his thugs left.

[kodoso138]

“Oh Calamity!”

... finally you guys... here is my fairytale that I got 120% on in Sophomore Honors English about Ryan, Brendon, and Brent called, “Oh Calamity”

The sun casts over 7 billion meaningless faces, and one soulmates glare of meteorite kisses and asteroid punches awaiting one ray to notice the 7th billion meaningless face.

 Once upon a day’s dream, a beautiful boy composed of pretentious revolutions and shy lunar cycles danced alongside a heavenly body by the name of Brendon. Brendon was humored by the boy’s shy intentions alongside his shining heart of silver, however, fate was what caught the poor boy’s soul. With glimmers of golden fame and an adoring autumn of people who could love him, he was swept away by fate over love, his beholder over a speckled future. The beautiful boy, Ryan, began to chase after them, for his fate was wrapped up in a glowing orb that could never give Brendon what Ryan offered. For Ryan, himself could only offer the boy a future showered with love that lasts after lust, something that fate could only obtain with stuck up groupies and a pileup of unread fanmail. Ryan raced across the sky and feverishly glided through the cosmos to catch up to his dearly beloved, causing reigning angst to surface with a man named Brent.

 Brent found great annoyance with Ryan’s “crush” due to the disturbance Ryan would cause with Brent's people on Earth. Ryan’s constant chasing began to change the lunar cycles, making crop rotations last up to 14 days in darkness, with no blossoming sun to kiss the maize rows or to smoke the tobacco rings. The people of Brent were outraged with the constant repetition of their crops dying and their economies decreasing. The only thing worse than poverty, however, being the constant weeping of a guitar over the darkened society, where Ryan would simply sing... 

“...Through playful lips made of yarnThat fragile CapricornUnraveled words like moths upon old scarvesI know the world's a broken boneBut melt your headaches, call it home...” 

...and with that, the town people began to revolt against Brent, finally making him step away from Earth to hover beyond the stars, where he met three shining stars by the names of Jon, Spencer, and Dallon.  

Jon was the first to feel pity for the man, simply telling Brent, “Give me one wish and I will shoot in the atmosphere for all restoration of empathy and sympathy.” Brent grimaced, however, didn’t hesitate to answer, “How poetic, truthfully, but what I truly desire is for the people of my town to find peace before protest. I want you to take the voice of the wretched moon, for his songs are only causing my village great distress.”  And with that, Jon shot through the sky, strumming on comets before he evaporated into the night. Brent smiling as Ryan’s constant singing faded as Jon’s burning light dimmed. 

Spencer was next to feel pity for Brent, for he had understood Brent’s rage toward his best friend, Ryan’s, selfishness, kindly telling Brent, “Give me one wish and I will shoot in the atmosphere for all restoration of selflessness and benevolence.” Spencer was then greeted with an evil smirk mixed with toxicity, Brent bargaining to stir, “Secondly, what I truly desire is for the people of my town to find stability before technicalities. I want you to stone the poor man who calls himself Ryan, for then will my town be in sync with every shadow Ryan casts.” And with growing guilt building up inside Spencer, Spencer bounced through the sky, drumming on meteorites before erupting into the night.  Brent beamed as the shadow casted upon the Earth aligned with the stars of the night, halting Ryan from his chase. Ryan thrashed and jolted as he tried to break free from the fourth wall before falling into Brent’s grasp, Brent growing bigger and taller and stronger with the power of Ryan’s fate in his hands. With Spencer’s faulted wish, Brent twisted Ryan to face him as he grabbed an upcoming meteor soaring through the sky. The meteor of deep fuschias and rich indigo’s crashed into Ryan’s skull several times, leaving craters the size of Brendon’s wide eyes. Ryan’s craters and minor brain damage caused him to collide with the stone, Ryan becoming a large stone statue. With Brent’s ignorance satisfied, Brent threw Ryan into the atmosphere to become the beautiful bright moon that his people needed. 

However, the greed of his village folk was not fulfilled to his liking, so with the power of gods and Mikey Way, Brent shot the last sky into the night as he chanted, “And to the after thought, dearest Dallon, I need you to reign riches on my people- as for their desire is deeper than peace and stability- it’s... riches.” And with that, Dallon soured through the sky, catching onto bass lines to save him before crashing into the night.Brent was pleased as he returned, for not only his people were fulfilled, but Brent’s revenge had finally been perfected. For he wasn't out to hurt Ryan... exactly... he was out to obtain fate- to obtain fame. For that glowing orb had finally broken the greed off of Brendon, to be given to the powerful man of Earth. 

As the vivid orb was lifted from Brendon’s gaze, Brendon had seen his life of fame and fortune wane as memories of Ryan began to glow. The illuminating hues of garden filled sunray’s and tea time beam’s sparked Brendon’s inner inner love due to life. For he had always been in love with the idea of Ryan, but could never feel good enough when his voice had faltered to those of the town’s people. Leaving only Brendon to lay there, awaiting anticipated lyrics called to Line 1, while awaiting a facade that ended as obsession on Line 2. And as that beautiful voice of a broken home, a drunk father and a non-existent mother, stopped calling out to him... that's when he had lost all sanity to long for fame. In his eyes Ryan was gone, in his eyes Ryan stopped following his dreams because of what others thought, in his eyes... he was to blame. He began to cry tears of pure golds onto Brent and his people, fulfilling his third, and final, wish. His tears brought joy to the townsfolk, and a black parade to Brent, before Brendon faced Ryan with shy eclipses. And as he stared, into the beautiful brown craters procured from birth, he stopped concealing from the public and kissed the stoned boy he had loved. One kiss to turn Brent’s people against him, beheading him in the sand next to a dried skeleton by the name of Bob. One kiss to turn Brendon into a star, holding onto Ryan for all the years to come, for he was the reason he was so beautiful in melodies and Grammy performances. And one final kiss to explain how all was golden in the sky, how all was golden when the day met the night. 

The moon casts over 7 billion hopeless faces, shying away from the soulmate it revolves

Of radiating smiles and budding scars awaiting one shooting star for the sun to realize

They are under the same solar system

The earth casts under two significant others, the two hopes above the galaxy

Of iridescent violets dripping cancers concern

Awaiting for a telegram broadcasted to both through a satellite

An I love you

So if a rocket flew past with a soulmate of a different hope,

Will someone dream of them as well?

[maariku]

He’s Well Hung & I Am Hanging On [Rockstar AU Prequel]

[Rockstar AU main thread] ; done with @oregashujinkaku​

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jheeny3000: pabloooooooooooo

PABLOO: yo

jheeny3000: he in yet

PABLOO: nah man

PABLOO: but i got updates too yo

jheeny3000: yeah?

PABLOO: ye my bands playing at charlie's pub this friday

jheeny3000: noice u gotta tell skeeter

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PABLOO: ye i will

PABLOO: yo nora

PABLOO: saw u the other night that was a sick show!

jheeny3000: yo noraaaa

noranora: hey

noranora: omg thanks

noranora: i didn't see you there!

noranora: is skeeter here yet?

jheeny3000: nah but yo pablo's band is playing at charlies on friday

noranora: sweeeet when? i'll drop by!

PABLOO: prob like nine that would be cool ye

noranora: jon hows your music coming?

jheeny3000: fucken stalled girl

jheeny3000: mikey bailed so we need a new drummer

PABLOO: what a fag

noranora: oh shit :( good luck with that

jheeny3000: yeahhhhhhhhh whatevs he was a dick

PABLOO: didnt he try to hook up with that guys sister

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jheeny3000: idr probably lmao he hooks up with everyone

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jheeny3000: SKEEEEET

jheeny3000: skeet man

PABLOO: yo skeet what up

skeeter: sup what i miss

noranora: pablo's playing at charlies on friday! :)

skeeter: sick gig man

jheeny3000: yo skeet u know a drummer? ours bailed

skeeter: nah man sorry

jheeny3000: shit

skeeter: karim might

jheeny3000: truuu

noranora: hey who is princemalik

PABLOO: idk hasnt said anything yo skeet u coming to charlies for me?

skeeter: i'll try man

princemalik: hey

noranora: hi :)

PABLOO: yo wtf wheres karim i got fken class in an hour

jheeny3000: dont sweat it pablo we'll tell him about charlies

jheey3000: you dont gotta spread it out to everyone like a flier lmao

PABLOO: shut up man karim got me this gig

noranora: oh cool! is he playing too?

PABLOO: idk i think so

jheeny3000: well now im def going

PABLOO: ur a faggot man fuck you

skeeter: just texted him he's coming on

PABLOO: FINALLY

noranora: he's in uni pablo he's probably busy

PABLOO: we're all busy damn man

jheeny3000: skeet did he get a new phone

skeeter: idk

jheeny3000: i asked his number he said he lost his phone last week

PABLOO: lmaoooooo you fuckin got skid man

jheeny3000: asshole wtf i cant believe him

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jheeny3000: fuck him

PABLOO: lmao nice

noranora: omg

noranora: hey karim

jheeny3000: yo man u fix ur fuckin phone

PABLOO: dude

PABLOO: duuude dont

PABLOO: karim yo i got that gig on friday

jheeny3000: IGNORED palbo damn

PABLOO: palbo

PABLOO: yo where is he wtf

noranora: you guys have no chill

mkarim: hey nora

mkarim: nice pablo thats sick im gonna be there all night my boys are getting trashed haha

PABLOO: sweeet hey man i'll see u there

mkarim: for sure

jheeny3000: karim u got a drummer i can use

mkarim: what happened to mikey

jheeny3000: got enaged r smth

mkarim: aw

noranora: awww thats sweet

mkarim: hey whos princemalik

jheeny3000: no its fukn gay

jheeny3000: dk he doesnt fkn talk just sqautting

mkarim: doesnt malik mean king

mkarim: prince king?

mkarim: your highness do you play or do you watch

princemalik: i play

princemalik: someone in another chatroom told me to join this one

princemalik: something about this song i wrote

skeeter: oh yo that was me hey man sorry i blanked

skeeter: karim dm him he has some stuff you should hear sounds like yours

noranora: ooooh can we hear it?

mkarim: oh yeah? cool okay

jheeny3000: sounds like his how

jhneey3000: like rip off or like what

skeeter: like style man

PABLOO: i gotta go to class

PABLOO: see u guys friday?

PABLOO: charlies?

jheeny3000: jfc pablo we'll be there fk off with the self promo

noranora: we'll be there! :)

mkarim: see you man

PABLOO: kk

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jheeny3000: karim yo you never told me about the drummer situation

jheeny3000: you got one?

noranora: i think he’s afk again

jheeny3000: jfc skeet can u text him or smth

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jheeny3000: skeeeeet

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jhneey3000: r u fuck serious rn

noranora: i'm sorry j :/ i'll try to be on the lookout for you

jheeny3000: fucking faggots jfc

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[private message: mkarim@ princemalik]

mkarim: hey your highness

mkarim: so you got a link to these songs?

princemalik:  yeah, hold on

princemalik:  https:youtu.be/dQwwWgXcQ

mkarim: I like this

mkarim: I really like this

mkarim: you do this alone? how long have you been playing

princemalik: yeah

princemalik: oh man idk since I was a kid, I started taking singing lessons when I was eight I think

princemalik: you?

mkarim: christ lmao

mkarim: one of those kids huh

mkarim:  I started like fifteen or something I think

mkarim: no I like this though skeet was right it does sound like my stuff

mkarim: kind of punk right?

princemalik: yeah, alternative I guess

princemalik: so, do I get to hear some of your stuff or what?

princemalik: so you started at fifteen... how old are you now?

mkarim: yeah sure here

mkarim: https:youtu.be/dXwqQjXcX

mkarim: thats one of the newer ones

mkarim: 20

mkarim: u?

princemalik: yeah, me too

princemalik: holy shit, this is really good, you have like a band or something?

mkarim: yeah we play a bit in bars and stuff

mkarim: small venue stuff

mkarim: we're playing at charlie's on friday after pablo's band, you should come, are you in LA?

princemalik:  nah I don't live in the states, actually

princemalik:  that sounds really cool though, maybe you could get someone to record it for me?

princemalik:  that's not weird to ask, is it?

mkarim: no we post live vids on our channel you can check it out

mkarim: we're called endeverafter

mkarim: shame youre not close would be cool to jam sometime with a guy with music like yours

mkarim: you thinking of starting a band of your own?

princemalik: yeah absolutely I'll check it out

princemalik:  I've been talking to some of the guys in my class about it, the guitarist's dad owns a bar in the city he told us when we get some songs together we can play there

princemalik: so, do you speak Arabic or did you google my name?

mkarim: right on you gotta take him up on that let me know how it goes

mkarim: lol I speak it I was born just outside cairo

mkarim: I take it youre native too?

princemalik: yeah, I will.

princemalik: hey, me too.  When did you move out to the states?  What's it like?

mkarim: maybe five ago

mkarim: its amazing I love the city here

mkarim: so much to do, tons of clubs, people are just generally into more stuff

mkarim: I could never go back after being here its like a whole other world

mkarim: its expensive though

princemalik: yeah?  Worse than Cairo you think?

princemalik: I've always wanted to visit, it seems like everyone is more chill there, more accepting, y'know?

mkarim: definitely steeper. I got an apartment I share with three other guys rn

mkarim: they definitely are

mkarim: are you in school still?

princemalik: oh wow that's a lot, sounds like it could be a lot of fun tho

princemalik: yeah I am, you?

mkarim: yeah, second year. I think I'm done honestly though getting tired of this and the bands doing so well, we're getting signed in a few months, probably start touring

princemalik: holy shit you're getting signed?  That's amazing, good for you guys.  You gotta make sure the tour comes through here lol

mkarim: lmao yeah just for you your majesty

mkarim: what are you studying

princemalik: that's right, a private viewing just for me lol

princemalik: music theory

princemalik: what about you, something boring?

mkarim: yeah

mkarim: the only way my dad would pay for me to move here and go to school was if I studied what he wanted

mkarim: worth it to get away from him so I figure why not I can drop it out once I save up my own money

mkarim: sorry you don't need to know that shit

princemalik:  it's alright

princemalik: don't get along very well with your dad, huh?

mkarim: no

mkarim: do you live at home?

princemalik: that sucks, sorry man

princemalik: yeah, with my father and my sister

mkarim: older or younger? she into music too?

princemalik: older and nah not really

princemalik: she's more into like clothes and stuff

princemalik: you have any siblings?

mkarim: ooh fashionista lol

mkarim: no its just me

mkarim: that I know of lol

mkarim: isn't it late there now? youre like ten hours ahead aren't you?

princemalik: yeah she makes her own jewelry and everything she's pretty good at it

princemalik: yeah but it's the weekend tomorrow I'll just sleep in

mkarim: fair enough

mkarim: so what else are you into

princemalik: not a lot, with school and practice that takes up most of my time y'know

princemalik:  I read a lot, mostly keep to myself

princemalik:  what about you, you seem pretty outgoing.  I bet you have groupies already

mkarim: hahahaa yeah I guess kind of

mkarim: we go out a lot here like I said theres a lot of places to go

mkarim: do you party?

princemalik: yeah, sometimes

princemalik: there's some really nice clubs here but my dad is pretty strict so I've gotta get creative

mkarim: lol youre 20 man why do you stay at home? move out, get your own place, party any time you want. why let him rule you?

princemalik:  I don't really have a job right now, I couldn't afford living on my own anyway.

princemalik: he's not too bad

mkarim: if you say so

mkarim: I gotta get going. rehearsal. i'll talk to you later, prince lol

princemalik: alright lol see ya

princemalik:  you up yet?  How did your rehearsal go?

mkarim: hey sorry I hardly go on the chats here

mkarim: jon keeps bugging me about everything hes really annoying lol

mkarim: you can text me though that might be easier?

princemalik: yeah absolutely just send me you number

mkarim:  5552814

Hey it's the king.  So how was rehearsal, you go to any wild parties?

the king huh lol it was fine, just practicing for friday. probably having an after party then we'll see we'll see ;)

Hey, I didn't name myself lol.  Nice, have fun.  I'm going out Friday night too, it's not gonna be anywhere near as wild as your party though I'm sure.

whats your sisters name I bet its like Amira or something lol. you gonna party or got a hot date?

No lol it's Ishizu.  Just clubbing with some friends, I'm not really dating anyone right now.  What about you, you got a girlfriend or something?

or something. nah not really with anyone now.

so I listened to a few more of your songs on your yt, you've got good chords man. i'm still reeling that you put all that together by yourself.

That means a lot, especially from someone with as much experience as you, thank you.  Hey, if you ever need some guest vocals you know who to call lol

haha yeah if you ever flew to LA to sing. wouldn't be bad though we all suck, we could use someone like you. shame. what do you play most?

Mostly just sing, keyboard.  I started learning guitar years ago but I'm kind of a wuss with my hands I hate he callouses lol. What do you play?

lol aw the poor royal hands. I love guitar, i play bass mostly though.

Got the short end of the stick huh?   You're really good at the vocals too, you have a good voice for it.  You could be lead if you wanted to.

nah i don't think ive got the right stage presence for lead or something. i like bass its ok

That's something you learn, though, right?  You seemed to handle yourself pretty well in those videos.

ahh you watched those eh yeah they're kind nsfw I guess but so are the songs

Yeah they were really good though, you're very good looking.

ahahahaa thanks. You make any videos?

What, of just me?  Nah, that's kind of weird and embarrassing lol.  Maybe if the whole band thing takes off we will.

nah do like acoustic stuff. Girls love that shit. Besides, if you're good looking too it'll get you more views

Do they? lol  Yeah, maybe I'll try it.  Something with my keyboard, maybe.

yeah and then link me. That's not weird to ask right lol

Nah it's only fair I guess.  I'll have to borrow my father's camera no way my phone is gonna do it.

lol okay well good luck with that I look forward to it

Did you still wanna see that video?  I'm kinda nervous about posting it honestly.

what video?

oh yeahhh oh yeah send it over

I sent the link in our chat.  Promise not to laugh too much.

i promise

damn thats good man.

i mean it sounds as good the camera allows but you look great too man lol your views will definitely skyrocket if you post that

Oh wow thanks lol.  Yeah I think I'm gonna do it.  May as well start getting myself out there, y'know?

you absolutely should. i swear its a lot easier to get noticed here though i think, like we've only been playing a year maybe and we're growing fast. it's just LA

A year??  That's so fast.  Man I've gotta get out there some day.

you sure do. how was your weekend?

Boring.  I spent most of it helping my father clean out the garage, wrote some new stuff.  What did you do, Mr. Rockstar?

lol what happened to that party you were going to? i went out man I don't even remember what I did last night we got so fucked

I didn't end up going we'll probably go this weekend instead.  Actually I might have some friends over Tuesday while my father's out of town.  It must've been a lot of fun then lol.

that sucks. sounds like a shitty weekend. does your sister live at home with you guys i can't remember if you told me

Yeah, I did she does.  If I'm extra nice to her she won't tell on me lol

lol better start doing her chores then. you wanna show me some of your new stuff? do you start with lyrics or music?

I already did her laundry today lol.  Sure, how do you want me to show you?  I always start with the lyrics, it helps me get an idea of where I'm going.  You write any of the stuff for your band?

yeah some of the lyrics but the lead does most of the music, he's just got an ear for it. whatever is easier for you, depends on how much you have I guess? we can call if it helps.

Not too much, its mostly bits and pieces.  Yeah we can call if you want that would be cool.

Alright give me a sec

[Incoming call: Karim]