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lolli-popples · 1 year ago
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Ya, didn't 'ya hear? *takes a sip from flask* TIES broke up. Etho got back with his ex-wife and Impulse joined another band.
It's just Tango and Skizz now. They're rebranding to "The Heart Foundation".
I know, sad, right?
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turvi · 1 year ago
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Chicks Dig Bad Boys
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Rodrick Heffley x Reader
According to Y/n, Rodrick was just another emo boy, a loser, a typical teenage dirtbag. At least, this is what she heard from Heather Hills. Y/n was shocked Heather even chose to talk to her. Not just because Heather is the 'it girl' of Westmore High School.
Y/n had cracked the code to deal with high school, and that was to avoid joining any kind of group and not get noticed by anyone. Even if you somehow develop a crush on someone, keep it a secret. So she was surprised when Heather sat beside her and decided to talk to her. Y/n merely shrugged her shoulder and nodded at appropriate times as she spoke, tuning out the blonde girl.
Of course, you were aware of the crush the boy was harbouring for Heather especially when he made a show of ruining Heather's birthday. Y/n saw it all happen and thought how Rodrick actually had a nice voice and had potential. So when Rodrick happened to sit beside her in the English class she off-handedly complimented his voice.
Y/n had expected him to give her a smug smile or make an inappropriate joke. What she didn't expect was to find a very flushed Rodrick who was trying to find the correct words to say to her. She couldn't believe her eyes. She never saw Rodrick become so flustered.
"Uh..th..thank you...it...it means a lot." Rodrick wanted to slap himself for speaking like forgot how to speak. Yeah sure he got a few claps and hollers when his band played but no one complimented his voice.
"Was that the first time you sang?" now she was intrigued. Rodrick looked up and saw a genuine smile on her face. He took a breath of relief. He had thought she was making fun of him.
"Uh..yeah. I only sing when we perform in my garage. I wanted to do something special for Heather. But clearly, it went wrong." he said as he ran his hand through his hair. Y/n almost extended her hand to fix his unruly hair but dropped her hand when she saw him smile. She felt her heart flutter
Shit
Now she had something to say to Rodrick, but she forgot when she saw him smile like that. Boys like him were not supposed to smile like that. He was not supposed to have such a soft smile. Her trance broke when she saw him smirking.
"I saw you last night...not in a creepy way. I mean... obviously, during all that chaos at Heather's birthday, I saw you." there was that damned smile again. "I didn't know you were friends with her." His tone had a genuine wonder.
Y/n chuckled. "I helped her a few times with assignments..not really a friend, but we know each other, plus free food. Who can say no to that?"
Y/n felt her cheeks warming up under his gaze and tried to hide it under the curtain of her hair when she suddenly felt his fingers against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. At that moment, she realised Rodrick actually saw her. She realised Rodrick was more than a teenage dirtbag that the world told her to stay away from.
She cleared her throat "I have heard your band play...when I come to tutor Greg."
Rodrick's hand grew sweaty. He knew how loud his band practice was, mainly to annoy Greg and his best friend Rowley. But he can't help but felt guilty as he realised how much of a nuisance it would have been for her.
"I am so sorry if our practice disturbed you guys"
"Oh no it's ok..I actually don't mind. I like that kind of music. Although it would be nice if the volume is a bit low."
"yeah...yeah absolutely...no big deal we can even practice a bit later."
Rodrick looked ahead trying his best to control a giddy smile. He did not expect his morning to be this good.
"Great...so I will see you in the evening..if you don't mind"
"yeah yeah totally" Rodrick quickly responded with a big smile. He was looking forward to meeting her this evening...after he locked Greg in the basement again.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen the boy who got me into bad boys. Rodrick Heffley. I couldn't stop myself from writing for him. I feel like a teen again. REBLOG AND COMMENT if you like this.
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pop-punklouis · 30 days ago
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its interesting to see how one direction fans still think harry was forced to be separate. where as he's made it clear that he chose to leave the other boys behind and started planning his exit with azoffs way way before he let anyone know.
even keeping his songs for himself and not sharing time with the band.
which is good for him, but its the same as with liam, the one direction fans will cling to the fantasy of "boys" being good and only doing shady things when management forced them.
i mean people are hardly accepting liam could've been abusive to a girl fans arent invested in. why would they ever come consider the idea that baby boy harry cheated the fuck out and made his fame the top most priority. even at the cost of others. i think he chose it to be at the cost of others.
to be completely honest, i think this is such a black and white view of the band dynamic and leaves absolutely no room for the grey which very much dictated a lot of the inner workings of the band we never saw. harry isn’t a super villian and never was. neither was zayn for leaving the band.
if you truly believe that there wasn’t a very clear agenda to bring harry to the face of the band from the beginning which only amplified as his star persona got more obvious as the band got bigger and there was more $$$ to be had— especially over the image of harry, independently, then i think you’re the one who needs to reevaluate it.
these guys were all teenagers/early 20s at the height of their fame (the band ended when harry was 21 years old!!!!). the ego thrust on them and the decisions made that were part of that era were not just decided upon by one of them, like harry. and allowed to exist without careful consideration and input by their team. they were a machine. their brand was raking in so much more money than im sure is even fathomable. were a lot of the things these boys did savory during that time period? no. and i’m not saying harry didn’t involve himself in certain areas that were shit things to indulge. but, the idea that he was a mastermind behind being the face of the band and wanting more out of a career and doing shady things under the table to guarantee that is just so silly to me. he was 18-21 years old lmfao
sony knew that harry was going to be profitable for them regardless of if the band existed. and the azoffs obviously knew that. they had primed harry from the very beginning for what ultimately ended up happening with his solo career. to make things appear so black and white that there’s no room to even suggest that harry had a lot of people in his ear and a lot of power due to his platform in the band with industry heads is just so so silly to me. the influence people have who are so much more experienced and powerful than you, coaching you and guiding you on how you need to go about your independent brand— especially at such an impressionable age as he was is so much more believable than harry edward styles the super villian who broke up the band and had been secretly planning his exit for years without any remorse for any other member and was in it for fame and profit!!!! like be so serious.
these were kids who from the very start were primed by those who saw nothing but dollar signs over their heads. if that doesn’t fuck up logical thinking and decision making after being in that kind of bubble for years, i don’t know what does. i genuinely don’t believe anyone can make any sort of judgement like that on someone who lived such a different life at such a young age and demonize them for it without ever knowing what you would do in that situation. because we can scream “i would never!” or “that’s such a gross thing to do!” or “i couldn’t hang out with them or betray this person!” or “i could never be hellbent on fame!” all we want, but how would that change if you were actually in that position? no one can say for sure. and that’s where all the grey comes in.
and i do apologize i hate being all long-winded and ramble-y but ever since 2020 when all the boys started slowly but surely talking more authentically about their experience in the band….. there’s been such a window of grace for me when i think back on things that used to upset me or confuse me about some of the decisions that were made by all of them. perhaps it’s just growing up and experiencing life, but i just have a lot more grace for them and how things transpired during those last two years especially. i cannot imagine. which is why i believe all of their separate recollections and feelings about it all are valid because they did all experience it differently and interpreted it differently as the years went on.
so, i’m sorry. i understand there’s a more nuanced conversation to be had about harry styles™️ as a brand now. there’s been a lot of things in recent years regarding him that i acknowledge and i understand people’s issues with him. which is fine. but, i just don’t really care for such a harsh opinion of him when it comes to the end of the band and how things were handled from 2014-2016. it just seems silly to look at it like that— especially in 2024.
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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months ago
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hello again! here's an angsty little steddie thought for you, because I'm sad and i am putting my guys in angsty situations in my head to make me more sad because the brain is funny like that: Steve decides to swing by to visit Eddie after his shift. They've been hanging out a lot more lately,with Robin off to college and the kids preoccupied with school. It's something he looks forward to. He's been spending the day thinking bout the things Eddie says when it's just them. The way he tells Steve that people underestimate him, especially his intelligence. The jokes they share, the soft gazes over a blunt on the front porch. The best part of Steve's day. Truly the best part of his life, nowadays. Especially the soft moments they have together, where Eddie kisses his hairline with a hand resting on Steve's thigh. It's happened a few times but it never turns into a full fledged kiss, but he KNOWS it'll happen soon. He's about to knock on the trailer door when he hears Eddie chatting with his band mates, which is a surprise because band practice is on thursdays not wednesdays,but that's okay maybe he can get to know them a little bit-. "What are you even talking about, Eddie? you're practically drooling over Harrington every time he walks by" His hand freezes mid air and he blushes to himself. "Harrington? nah he is NOT my type." And that? oh. that's...not ideal. But, maybe he can switch up his style a little bit? He knows Eddie isn't the type to wear polos, that's. That's alright. "No way you're SUCH a liar!" "I'm not lying!" Maybe he's just trying to hide his crush?(Images flash in his mind of Eddie's hand creeping up his thigh, and his breath on his neck,before blushing and turning away. Placing his hands back onto his own lap. A soft smile and a blush high on his cheeks.) Maybe he's- "Okay shut up, I'll admit he's easy on the eyes. But dudes only got like two brain cells to rub together." Huh? But he told him monday that- ("You're so smart Stevie, they don't give you enough credit.") "I thought you hung out with him a bunch lately?" "Yeah,it beats watching wheel of fortune. It's funny to listen to what the king has to say, it's like talking to a door stopper." ("You always have something interesting to say.") The echoing laughter rushes through Steve's ears,grips his heart like a vice, before settling like a brick in his stomach. "Nothing behind those eyes!" (I always used to think your eyes were brown, Stevie. But there's green, and red!) Right. That's, that's. Hmm. That's. Go home. It's time to go home. "What was that?" Run back to the car. "Stevie?"Don't say anything. Get your keys get out TWOBRAINCELLS get OUT OF HERE YOU MORON. "Hey wait don't leave, did you uh overhear, of course you heard. God Steve I didn't mean it,I swear. i was just talking a big- I'm so sor-"Don'tlisten.Don'tcryyouidiot.STARTTHECARGETOUTOFHERE.ofcoursenot!ofcoursehedoesntwantyou!ofcoursehedidntthinkyouweresmart.stopcryinggohomegohomehedoesntwantyouherehedoesntwantyouatall.stopcrying.dryyour eyes(NOTHINGBEHINDTHOSEYES). just stop. Get out of here.
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I’m holding your hand when I say this
how dare you (affectionate)
this broke my heart into 726251527382 pieces
in my head, Eddie follows him and begs for forgiveness and Steve makes him work for it because he’s not gonna let anyone in his life who won’t be all in even if it’s just as friends
Eddie does work for it. Harder than he worked to do anything else
he knows he fucked up so bad and just got carried away trying to get his bandmates off his back. he really genuinely didn’t believe anything he said but now he knows Steve thinks he did and he shouldn’t have even said it as a joke or exaggeration regardless of if Steve would hear or not
He even shows up the morning of Robin’s going away party to help run errands for Steve and set up in the rain that wasn’t in the forecast. Steve finds him crying on the back patio over one of the decorations that got ruined by the rain, and he apologizes a million times “I know it’s not enough it’ll never be enough but you have to know I wouldn’t do it on purpose I didn’t know there was rain coming and I would’ve kept it all inside” and then Steve is holding him and telling him it’s okay, all of it is okay
I can’t keep them sad for long it’s my most ridiculous trait
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wonderingpanda · 9 months ago
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Hey You - Pt.1
Clay x Fem!Reader
My first Trolls fic, hope I did alright. I’ll try to post part 2 as soon as I can.
The sun was setting as Rhonda hurried down a dusty path surrounded by hills. Inside sat Bruce at the drivers seat with Tiny on his stomach holding his mini steering wheel. Y/n stood to their left while Branch stood to the right with his arms crossed as Velvet and Veneers popular song, Watch Me Work, played over the radio.
“Oh my kids love these guys, we’re a total Veneer household.” Bruce happily explained.
“They’re the one’s who have Floyd!” John Dory pointed out from further behind them.
“Ah it’s gonna be hard to seperate the art from the artist.” John Dory rolled his eyes and walked off while Branch and Y/n gave Bruce looks of disbelief. As the song finished, a voice came over the radio.
“That’s Velvet and Veneer’s spicy hot new single, Watch Me Work. Catch them tomorrow night at the Rage Dome where they’ll be receiving the Lifer Award (L-Lifer Award!)” Bruce, Y/n and Branch looked at each other with worry before Bruce turned off the radio.
“Guys, will Floyd even make it through that show?” Branch walked down to where John Dory and Poppy were stood by his clue board.
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make it. We’ve been looking for clues to find Clay.” Poppy placed a BroZone poster of Clay in his funderdraws up on the clue board.
“Oh I’m sorry, the clue board, you mean my clue board?” A quick moment of silence passed as Poppy and John Dory ignored Branch. “That I made?” Poppy and John Dory continued looking at the board, still not giving Branch any response. “We like the clue board now?”
At the mention of finding Clay, Y/n quickly turned around and headed down to the other three trolls while trying to hide her rising panic.
“Do we really need to find Clay?” Poppy, Branch and John Dory turned to face her, confused as to why she wouldn’t want to find him. “I mean, we’ve already got you three.” Y/n gestured to the present BroZone members. “And it would give us way more time to save Floyd if we just headed to Mount Rageous now.”
“Uh Y/n, are you ok?” Poppy stepped forward, concerned for her close friend.
“Wha, me? I’m fine. I’m not panicked, you’re panicked. Like why would I be so nervous to see Clay again after all these years. It’s not like there was anything terrible that happened between us after the band broke up, what makes you think that?” Poppy stepped back to talk to Branch.
“What’s going on with her?” Branch sighed and crossed his arms again, still looking over at their nervous friend.
“Before the band broke up Y/n and Clay kind of had a thing going on.”
“Oh I knew it! There were rumours those two were together!” Branch reached out his hands, signalling for Poppy to calm down.
“But the night everyone left, Clay decided to break up with Y/n on the spot and, as you know, leave forever.”
“Oh” Poppy lowered her hands as her energy dropped after hearing the sad story. “That’s horrible.”
“Exactly.” Branch confirmed Poppy’s thoughts.
“It’s a shame really” John Dory cut into the conversation. “They were such a cute couple. I even remember when Clay made us pull that whole song together just to ask her out.”
“Oh don’t act so sympathetic.” Branch turned to face John Dory. “You weren’t even there when they broke up.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t care.” John Dory tried to defend himself.
“Ok guys, maybe now isn’t the best time for an argument. Let’s all just calm down and- what is he wearing!?” Poppy cut off her previous sentence and pointed at the poster she had stuck up before. Branch noticed what she was referring to.
“Oh, those are just his…”
“Perfect, perfect, perfect.” The music to BroZone’s old song seemed to play out of nowhere as Branch quickly got an idea.
“Funderdraws!” He smashed open a glass case holding Clay’s funderdraws which unavoidably released a disgusting scent along with a bunch of green ghost that flew around yelling ‘Stinky!’. John Dory whacked them away the best he could while Poppy and Y/n held their breaths from the smell. Branch held up the funderdraws proudly.
“John Dory, I have no idea why you saved these it’s incredibly disgusting. But I’m glad you did.” Poppy stood with a dopey smile on her face while Y/n had her arms crossed, not liking where the conversation was going. Meanwhile, John Dory put his hands on his hips in defence.
“What, they’re memorabilia. But I will be good gosh darned if I know how they’re gonna help us find Clay.”
Next thing you know, Rhonda was sniffing the funderdraws dangled in her face at the end of a stick. Branch, standing on her forehead, called out to her.
“Help us Rhonda!” He turned to face Poppy who had her head stuck out the window while keeping a grip on his vest. “She’s got the scent!” The two headed back inside quickly before anything else could happen.
Inside in the background, Y/n helped Branch and Poppy settle back in safely. John Dory came up next to Tiny and Bruce, who now hand one hand on the larger steering wheel, and leaned on the armrest of Bruce’s chair.
“Hey, Tiny, you see that button?” Tiny Diamond’s gaze followed John Dory as he pointed to a button with a swirl pattern and the word hustle above it.
“Uh yeah.”
“That beautiful, shiny button?” John Dory pressed further.
“Oh you mean the button that’s taking every fibre of my being not to press? Yeah I see it.” Tiny Diamond slid off the button as quickly as he had laid atop it. John Dory stepped forward and lowered his voice to a more dramatic tone.
“Press it.”
“Oh heck yeah ooh!” Tiny Diamond jumped off the larger steering that he had a grip on and jumped onto the hustle button causing it to glow and swirl. ‘Hustle Dimension’ began to play as rainbow lights came out of Rhonda. Her eyes lit up and began to glow.
“Let’s hustle daddy!” Rhonda let out a noise before zooming off into the distance, glowing lights trailing behind. She leapt a few times as she ran and jumped into a glowing, star-shaped portal that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
In the hustle dimension, everything was different. Everyone was placed into a two-dimensional state and the gravity that existed before was now lost as Rhonda floated about.
“Woah” Branch called out as he stumbled into what was meant to be the space in Rhonda behind the drivers seat. Poppy followed after letting out a loud gasp as she took note of her appearance. Everything then melted away and while they were still within a two-dimensional space everything about it had changed, including the visual style.
Poppy and Branch now found themselves walking down a black and white road, dancing along to the ‘Hustle Dimension’ music. Bruce then bounced next to Poppy on her left with John Dory bouncing to Branch’s right and Y/n bouncing, landing in the middle. They all laughed together before John Dory, Y/n and Bruce flew off with rainbow trails. Poppy grabbed her own hand and spun away with Branch tumbling after her.
They all flew side by side down the black and white road in the rainbow coloured world. Branch and Poppy were on the right, Bruce and Y/n were on the left and John Dory flew in the middle. They all then flew through another star that once again changed the visuals of the reality they were perceiving. Each zoomed down in their respective colours. Branch was blue, Poppy was pink, John Dory was green, Y/n was f/c and Bruce was Purple. They flew next to stars and swirled together, combining to create Hustle Man who loudly called out.
“Hustle!” Hustle Man flew off into the sky before disappearing. Rhonda finally flew out of the star portal that they had first entered and settled back down to run normally on the road once more. Bruce and Tiny Diamond had been placed back where they were but John Dory, Y/n, Poppy and Branch were unfortunately thrown onto the floor, on their backs, in a heap. Poppy quickly stood up shaking her head for a second as the song ended.
“Wow! Too much hustle is a thing.”
“Huh, look at that.” Branch waved his hand around, hallucinating rainbows following it.
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It was now dark outside. Rhonda nervously ran through a dark forest before stopping in front of a seemingly abandoned building.
“Are we sure this is where Clay lives?” Branch asked as Rhonda opened her door to let everyone step out. Bruce followed behind him with Tiny Diamond in a baby carrier. Tiny decided to reply.
“Are we sure? Our GPS is an armadillo bus sniffing used undies so no, we’re not sure.”
The group continued to walk towards the old building. Bruce spoke as they wandered through the entrance which lead into a bother part of the dark outdoors.
“Eeh. I think this is the place from every true crime podcast I’ve ever listened to.” They continued forwards through the dark, unaware of the ‘golf balls’ rolling around them. The small group of trolls stuck close together until…
“Halt!” Lights switched on revealing a giant clown face with glowing eyes and a giant tongue extending out to them. Rainbow coloured smoke puffed from either side of the clown head as it’s teeth moved while it spoke.
“Who goes there!?”
“Ahhh!” The entire group screamed in fear!
“Agh!” Tiny cried out, quickly climbing out of his carrier and into Bruce’s hair. He poked his head out once before hiding back inside.
“Who dares trespass on these sacred grounds!?” The clown demanded. Branch put on a determined face and began to walk forward strongly. John Dory tried to stop him.
“Branch, what are you doing?” But Branch continued on. He stopped when he was right near the clown head’s tongue, looking up and calling out to it.
“Listen, we don’t want any clown related trouble okay? We’re just here looking for our brother, Clay.”
The clown’s teeth moved down slightly before moving in sync with it’s voice again. “Wait a second, you’re trolls?”
“So what? You’re a clown.” Branch retorted, gesturing to the face in front of him. Unexpectedly, a yellow, golf ball looking thing popped out of the clown’s mouth and rolled towards the group.
“Woah!” Branch stepped back towards the rest of the group as the ball bounced closer to them. The ball then unfurled revealing to be a troll with crazy blonde hair and pink skin. She stood up in a menacing pose for a moment before smiling widely at everyone.
“Oh my gosh, hello! My name is Viva! It is so fantastamazing to see other trolls!” She immediately ran around squeezing John Dory, giving Bruce a big hug, hugging Y/n from the side, spinning Branch around and lifting Poppy up in her own heartfelt hug.
“Hi! Ha!” Viva smiled after quickly setting Poppy down. Poppy slouched froward, feeling slightly drained from Viva’s energetic mood, but stood up properly to hear her speak.
“So fantastamazing is my own personal word it means, um, fantastic and amazing. I used to say amastic but then I was like ‘Mmm, that’s not as good.’”
Poppy immediately tried thinking of her own word to match Viva’s. “Fantasta um awesome.”
“That’s different but that works too! Way to make it your own.” After receiving the complement, Poppy rushed over to Branch’s side.
“Is this how people feel when they meet me?”
“Yes.” Branch replied, just quickly enough to not be cut off by Viva.
“Am I being a lot? Sometimes I can be a lot.”
“Uh I’m not sure we’re in the right place.” Branch mentioned, but Viva easily dismissed his worries.
“Of course you’re in the right place. Any troll is welcome here with us.” Now stood in front of the small group of trolls, Viva clapped her hands and called out. “Okay, Putt-putt trolls, lights on for our new friends” A bunch of trolls had rolled towards Viva and popped out of their golf-ball disguises. Each one was characterised with a vibrant colour, wild hair, and some sort of sweater romper or dress. While most had their hair out, some adorned buckets on their heads while others wore green mossy hats. As Viva finished talking the lights to the putt-putt course switched on, lighting up the whole place in the dark of night. Viva began to tap her feet excitedly, seeing the expressions of wonder coming from each of the new trolls.
“Oh my gosh, are you guys hungry, are you thirsty?”
“Yes!” Tiny cheered, jumping out and back into his baby carrier.
“Fries fries, you guys want fries, I am seeing fries. Bring out the works.” Viva jumped around and gestured to a few Putt-putt trolls who excitedly left to grab the food. “Milkshakes, to celebrate!”
“Coming in hot!” A bright yellow Putt-putt troll called out. Rolling away as a hot dog, fries, banana split, drink and milkshake were placed down around the pop trolls. Viva grabbed onto the straw of the pink milkshake and drank it all in one slurp, wowing the others. She then jumped down and stretched her back.
“Woo that’s better, now I finally have some energy!” Viva ran past Poppy.
“Did you just braid my hair!?” Poppy smiled, noticing the large braid left by Viva who quickly popped back round.
“You’re welcome, it looks so good.”
“I love it!” Poppy smiled brightly as she gripped her hair. Viva then gasped and ran over to Y/n.
“Oh my gosh, your hair is so pretty. How do you get it to sparkle like that?” Y/n laughed and smiled brightly at the compliment.
“Thank you. It’s just naturally like this. The benefits of being a troll, right?”
“Totally.” Viva agreed.
“Wow, these fries are amazing.” Bruce complemented as he lifted up another fry. “They’d really go great with a burger.”
“Aaa!” A blue Putt-putt trolled screamed, leading to a chorus of panic and terror as all the Putt-putt trolls desperately tried to hide.
“What is happening?” Bruce asked.
“Yeah we try not to use that word around here. It’s just that burger sounds a little too much like ah…” Viva leaned towards Bruce and spoke in a hushed tone. “Burgens.” She winced as another chorus of screams were let out.
“We call burgers…” The group looked up to see a mysterious figure walking towards them. “Meat circles.”
“Clay?” Branch smiled.
“Oh no.” Y/n’s face dropped at his arrival.
“Clay, hey what’s up man?” Bruce cheered as he and Clay happily walked to each other.
“Hey, how you been man?” Clay smiled as they initiated their own handshake.
“Clay!” John Dory jumped forward, opening his arms for a hug.
“Hmm, John.” Clay blankly replied, giving him no more than a few seconds of attention.
“Wha?” John Dory’s face dropped at the lack of response he received.
“Spruce.” Clay gave Bruce a fist bump as they finished off hair handshake. “What do you know?”
“Actually I go by Bruce now.”
“Bruce, oh ho someone got fancy. I like it.” Bruce laughed at Clay’s response.
“Look who’s talking, is that a sweater romper?” He questioned.
“What can I say, when you co-run a place you gotta flex the drip.” Clay pulled slightly on the collar of his sweater romper before releasing it.
“Ya, I’m the fun side of the operation and Mr Clay takes care of the boring stuff!” Viva cheered as she slid into the conversation.
“Guilty.” He admitted. The two laughed together until Clay noticed branch. “Woah, baby branch!” He ran over and grabbed Branch’s face. “No way!”
“Actually it’s Big Branch now, or just Branch. Branch is fine.” Branch struggled to speak as his cheeks were squished together.”
“Come here, come here. Yeah.” Clay spoke in a babyish voice as he continued to squish Branch’s cheeks. Only stopping when Branch started to speak again.
“So Clay, this is Poppy.” Branch gestured to Poppy who appeared at his side.
“Hi Clay! So great to finally meet you.” Poppy smiled as she waved and gave Clay a quick hug. “Can you do the Rusty Robot for me?”
“Yeah no, I don’t do that anymore okay?” Clay awkwardly explained.
“Right, kidding. Ha can you imagine? I wouldn’t just ask you to do that after meeting you two seconds ago. Who would do that?” She awkwardly looked at Clay after glancing away for a second.
“Yeah, it’s just that Fun-boy Clay is dead. Serious-boy Clay only does the Well-Oiled Robot.” Clay spoke while demonstrating his new and improved Well-Oiled Robot. “And it is no friki-friki-friki fun.” He stated while ending in a pose, similar to how he would end the Rusty Robot, only with a frown and his hands in the ‘I Love You’ pose.
“I mean, that’s still pretty fun.” Poppy lightheartedly pointed out.
“Ha yeah, same old Clay.” John Dory added.
“Nah, that’s not true.” Clay tried to defend himself. “If I was still fun, would I have chosen the admin building as my bedroom?” Everyone looked over to the admin building, a small wooden shack with nothing but a window, a door, and the capacity to hold barely one troll. “Huh? Huh? Asking the tough questions guys, asking the tough questions.”
“Oh, right.” Poppy nodded.
“Wait, you still haven’t met Y/n!” Tiny smiled brightly.
“No no no.” Bruce looked down at him with worry.
“No no no no no no…” John Dory, Branch and Poppy chimed in, not noticing Clay’s shocked expression.
“Y/n?”
“Oh yeah, you’re other friend. Where did she go?” Viva looked around to try and spot her. Y/n tried to sneak away behind Bruce but was quickly noticed by Tiny.
“Here she is!” He happily exclaimed.”
“Dammit Tiny!” Y/n stomped in frustration.
“Y-Y/n, hey.” Clay awkwardly waved and stepped forward.
“Hi Clay.” The two struggled in finding a comfortable greeting backing out of a fist bump, handshake and high five. After awkwardly trying to move around their hands they tried leaning in for a hug but backed out of that too. Y/n eventually opted to just give Clay two pats on the shoulder as they exchanged awkward toothy smiles.
“Uh anyway.” Clay stepped back, Y/n doing the same. “I can’t believe you all are here. Wait, where’s Floyd?”
“That’s why we’re here. Branch stepped forward. “Floyd’s been taken prisoner in Mount Rageous by superstar singers, Velvet and Veneer.”
“And the only thing powerful enough to free him is the perfect family harmony.” The five adult trolls finished together. Tiny’s face contorted in confusion.
“Okay, either they just made that up or I have not been paying attention.”
“Well why haven’t you just called he authorities?” Clay asked but slowly came the conclusion by himself. “Oh, unless Floyd is being held in an impenetrable diamond prison.”
“Yeah, that.” John Dory confirmed.
“I’m in. I’d also like to volunteer to keep track of our expenses, just cause I think you’re gonna need somebody to be on top of that.” Clay gave the group an almost smug smile.
“Yeah I don’t think you’ll get any pushback on that front.” Bruce spoke up. Branch’s expression turned to a more serious tone.
“Great, but we need to leave for Mount Rageous like now.”
Part 2 coming soon. Have an amazing day/night where you are!✨
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unknownperson246 · 4 months ago
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Can you do one with Tommy where the female reader is the lead singer of a band and your drummer gets sick and Tommy is the replacement and they fall in love but your band mates and the dad disapprove
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warnings: *smut* *angst* *cussing*
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You are the lead singer in a band called Sapphire Revival. You have 5 band members including you. Jackie the bassist. Natasha the rhythm guitarist. You as the lead singer. Griffyn is the guitarist. and Annie the drummer.  Your drummer Annie got a nasty fever and will be gone for a while. Your band was so desperate for a drummer. Jackie was Your good friend and the bassist of your band. She told you that she knows a drummer who is available right now. She told you he was in the band Motley Crue. He was on break and he wasn't on tour with the band. Your friend Jackie gave you his phone number. You decide to call him and he answers. 
“Hi, Tommy I’m Y/N a friend of Jackie Heart. She told me that you and her were friends. She said that you were on break.  We desperately need a drummer for an upcoming gig we have.  Our drummer is sick right now and I was wondering if you were interested in being our drummer temporarily. I mean I've heard your drumming and I know that you know your stuff.” You say on the phone nervously. 
“Hi. Yeah me and Jackie are good friends. She mentioned you to me. She said that you were an amazing singer.  How long did you want me to be your drummer?” Tommy asks you.
“Maybe around two weeks until our drummer Annie gets better.” You explain to Tommy over the phone while fiddling with your hand.
“I would love to play drums for your band Y/N,” He says as a smile forms on your lips.
“Thank you for considering me to play drums for you guys,” Tommy says over the phone.
“Thank you, Tommy. You should come over tomorrow to the studio where we record around noon so we can practice for the gig.”
“When is the gig?” Tommy asks you.
“July 10th at 4:00 pm. It's at the troubadour.” You answer his question.
“The troubadour brings back a lot of memories,” Tommy chuckles.
“Alright, I should get going,” You say. 
“Alright it was nice talking to you Y/N I'll be at the studio tomorrow by noon bye-bye,” Tommy says as he puts the phone down.
The next day is here. It's 11:00 am. You and your band are rummaging through the apartment you guys shared. You tossed on the clothes you were planning to wear to the gig so you felt used to them while being on stage. You were planning to wear a leopard top with thin straps. You threw on some black see-through stockings. You wore leopard high heels that were bedazzled with gems. It's now 11:30 am and you guys had to head down to the studio. You were all ready and you drove down to the studio with Jackie, Natasha, and Juliet. You guys got out of the car and went into your recording area. You saw Tommy sitting waiting for you guys patiently.
“Hi Tommy, thanks for joining us for rehearsal. The drums are over there. Feel free to warm up no one’s around here during this time. It’s always just us.” You say going to him and shaking his hand.
Tommy goes over to Jackie and catches up on how Motley's tour was. After rehearsal Jackie, Natasha, and Juliet found their rides home. You started your car and it broke down. 
“Shit no please don't do this fuck” You say. 
You get out of your car. 
“Fuck you. You piece of shit” You say in a frustrating manner while kicking the back tire. You realize you're damaging your car even more so you stop.
You lean your back against the car in your heels and your top. You see Tommy walking towards you from his car. 
“I see that your car broke down. Do you want a ride home?” He asks.
“Sure. Thank you tommy. I'm sorry you saw me lose my cool” You say ashamed. 
“Don't be sorry. It happens to me all the time. My corvette has broken down on me so many goddamn times” 
“It's like one moment it's an angel and the next moment-” He says getting cut off by you
“It's a devil” You say finishing his sentence. You both start to chuckle.
“Hey Y/N I think we should get lunch right now.” 
“Sure. Where did you wanna go?” You ask.
“There is this place down the road.” Tommy says.
You both finish your lunch at the place by the studio.
“So how do you like Motley Crue?” Tommy asks you.
“I love you guys. You inspired this outfit actually” You say chuckling.
You both feel a burning passion in your hearts. There is a voice that is telling you to kiss him. Before the voice repeats to lean in and kiss him Tommy starts to kiss you. You both make out in front of a couple of people. You realize that there are people there and you both go to the car. Tommy drives you home and you immediately get comfy on the bed.
“Let's finish what we started,” Tommy says, smirking.
“I love that idea” You whisper in Tommy's ear.
Tommy carefully takes your delicate top off. He takes your stockings off. You throw your heels off. Tommy holds on to your hips and you feel his hot breath on your ear. He smells like cigarettes and cologne.
“Your perfect Y/N I am in love with you ever since I saw you” Tommy whispers softly.
You wrap your arms and legs around Tommy's body. You unzip his pants and start to place his huge cock at your entrance. He starts to pound your tight hole.  He keeps striking your soft spot over and over again. 
“Oh Tommy i’m almost there” You cry out as he grinds your pussy faster and faster.
“Y/N fuck” Tommy says out of breath. Tommy throws his head back and your nails dig deeper in his back. 
You feel yourself getting cockdrunk. Your eyes start to tear up and you feel your stomach in a knot. As you feel yourself coming down from your high you let your cum loose and it goes all over Tommy's cock. You feel something gooey shoot up inside of you. You both hear a knock on the door of your bedroom. It was Jackie. You both put your clothes on and head out.
“Jackie we need to tell you something” You tell Jackie.
“I think I already know.” Jackie says, concerned.
Juliet and Natasha overhear you telling Jackie that you and Tommy love each other. 
“Y/N we need to tell you something” Natasha says.
“I'll be right back Tommy stay here” You say.
“Y/N we dont like Tommy. He seems like he would hurt you. He has cheated on so many women.” Jackie and Natasha say.
“You don't know that he could have changed. We both are in love with each other”  You try to say reassuringly. 
“Y/N just keep him away from us” Juliet says.
“Don't worry about that” You retort to Juliet.
“It's nice to know my friends dislike the person I love” You mutter.
You go to Tommy and decide to live with him until the gig. 
It's now July 10th. The band keeps the equipment far away from Tommy so they don't have to interact with him. After you guys perform the gig you go over to your dad in the crowd. “Hi daddy” You say giving your dad a peck on his cheek.
“Hi sweet pea” He says to you.
“I want you to meet someone dad. This is my boyfriend Tommy.” You say.
“Hi Tommy” Your dad says as he extends his arm so they could shake hands.
“Hi Y/N has told me so many things about you” Tommy says smiling.
“Y/N I need to talk to you”  he says, pulling you away from Tommy.
“Dad whatever it is you can say it in front of Tommy”
“Look, stay away from my daughter. I don't like you” Your dad says bluntly,
“Dad, why would you say that?” You say with an angry tone.
“Well I love him and we are getting married soon” You say to your dad.
“Is that true?” He asks Tommy.
“Yeah we are” He says to your dad. 
You and Tommy walk away and you decide to leave Sapphire Revival. You and Tommy get married after a couple of months. Tommy brings you along on tour with Motley Crue. 
(These were the things she was wearing btw)
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spookyscarydemonbabe · 2 months ago
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Just Friends
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A/N- i didn’t realize how long it’s been since i’ve posted a fic with all the boys in it!! i really miss getting to write for all of them 🥹
Summary- During a catch up with the boys after summer break, they learn of the unfortunate reason why you broke up with your most recent ex.
Genre- Fluff (?)
Warnings- Bad boyfriends doing bad boyfriend things 🙃
Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology
(my tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)
Word Count- 2.1k
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The first summer after high school always felt like a weird one.
Wether you had college waiting for you at the end of August or a job lined up for some quick work, catching up with the people you knew best was always so refreshing. Especially after not seeing them for nearly two months.
You walked into the bar you’d snuck into for one of their shows so many times before. You were grateful the owner let it slide whenever he caught you sneaking beers, especially when you stayed after to help clean after a set. Your eyes scanned the room, searching around for them and smiling once you saw Jeff waving his hand for you.
The boys were all smiles, and as you quickly made your way to the table they stood up one by one to give you a long awaited and much needed hug.
“Hi!” You exclaimed excitedly, “It feels like it’s been forever.”
“Two months is forever.” Jeff said with a smile as you hugged one another, Grant standing up after him.
“Why’d you leave us here to fend for ourselves?” Grant laughed as his arms went around you.
“It’s not my fault my family decided the reunion was gonna be out of state,” You rolled your eyes, “if it was my decision, we wouldn’t have had a reunion at all.”
“Reunion?” Eddie said as he stood to take Grants place, “So we’re not family anymore?”
“You shush.” You smiled, “My family’s cool with us smelling like weed and watching horror movies in the basement, my EXTENDED family is not.”
“Well it sounds like they don’t know how to have a good time.” Gareth was last up, laughing to himself.
“Clearly!” You agreed, sitting down in the empty chair they had left for you and grabbing the one still-capped bottle of beer. “Enough about me, how was it up here without me? Anything change with you guys?”
Eddie spoke up first after a sip from his bottle,
“I got that job at the body shop a few miles outside the park.” He said with a smile, shrugging it off as if it was no big deal, “Pays been pretty good, and it’s full time too.”
“That’s awesome!” You cheered, “I’m happy for you Eds, i know you’ve been checking that place out for a while.”
“Yeah, it just sucks when it cuts into stuff for the band, y’know?”
“Well yeah, but that’s just how grown up jobs work.” You shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle in your hand.
“True.” He shrugged, taking another sip before Jeff cut into the conversation.
“Me and Gareth were able to get some classes in at that local community college. They’re supposed to start next Monday.”
“That’s great! Are you just trying to get the gen-ed’s done, or do you think you’ll stick around?” You asked them.
“I’ll definitely be sticking around.” Gareth chuckled, “Mr. Honor Roll over there wants to get the gen-ed’s done so he can get into state.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a community college degree, i just want to make sure that i get the required stuff out of the way IF i go off to state.” Jeff said to Gareth, “And the only reason i said i’d go to state in the first place was because my parents were listening. If the choice was mine i’d stay here.”
“Still, it’s good that you guys were able to get in there. Do you know what you’re majoring in?”
“I’m going undecided for right now,” Jeff said after a sip from his bottle, “but i think Gareth is going for History?”
“Yep, U.S. history.” Gareth nodded with a smile, “I mean i think it’s already pretty interesting, i might as well get a degree in it.”
“Good idea. Good for you guys though, i might see if they have any classes open to get a few more credits while i’m at work. Grant?” You looked over to him across the table, “You said your dad was able to get a good word in for you with his union, did you hear anything back about that?”
“Yeah! I actually started all the training and schooling for it last month,” He said with a smile, “in another two months i’ll be an iron worker.”
“That’s great! I’m so happy for all you guys, it sounds like it’s been pretty eventful without me here.”
“What about you, (y/n)?” Gareth asked, “Anything interesting happen for you?”
“Not really.” You smiled and shrugged, thinking back over the last two months, “Same old, same old. I’m still gonna be working with my mom at the office, it’s been pretty stable thus far and if i make it to a year they make it fairly easy to move up so i’ll probably stick with that for a while. And while i was at the reunion a few people were asking about you guys.”
“Really?” Eddie asked, “Who asked about us?”
“A lot of the younger cousins. They wanted to hear all about my friends and their super cool band. And i showed some pictures to grandparents and aunts and uncles, they said we look like a pretty happy bunch. Oh! And i almost forgot, you guys remember my cousin Carlee and her shithead boyfriend?”
They nodded in unison, remembering how you always told them the stories of her boyfriend being anything but.
Never taking her out on dates, never buying her flowers, and of course who can forget the time he said he didn’t have enough money for their water bill but he absolutely had enough money to buy himself a whole new stereo system for his car.
“He proposed. And she said yes.”
They all groaned,
“Really?! Does this girl have no self respect?” Jeff said before you all tipped back your bottles. After something like that, a drink was definitely needed.
“Guess not.” You laughed, “Oh well, not my circus, not my monkeys.”
You all drank from your bottles, and you were about to mention how at the reunion her boyfriend couldn’t stop eyeballing a few of the other cousins all while Carlee was attached at his hip, but Gareth beat you to it,
“What about that guy you told us about a few months ago?” He asked, quickly jogging your memory to the guy you’d been talking to for only a few weeks at the time, “What’s his name?”
“I think it’s Randy, or Roger, or something?” Eddie asked, “Definitely something with an R.”
“Russel?” You said.
“Yes! How’s he doing?” Eddie asked as they all moved to listen about how you and this new guy were doing, especially when they weren’t around to hear all the juicy relationship details.
You smiled to yourself and stifled back a little laugh,
“Oh, he’s long gone.”
“What?!” Jeff exclaimed, “I thought everything was going good with that guy? I remember we met him one time after a show, he seemed like a nice guy.”
“Yeah, seemed like it to me too.” You said with an eye roll, taking the last swig from your bottle before setting the empty onto the table.
“What happened?” Grant asked.
You sighed and thought back to that final day seeing Russel,
“Well, because he was my boyfriend at the time, my parents said he could come along with us to the reunion. He drove me up there with him and everything seemed normal, we were talking just fine, and then we got to a truck stop close by and i saw a payphone and i remembered i had to call you guys…” You cleared your throat, sitting up as the boys were on the edge of their seats. They may be boys, but no one loves gossip like they do, “And as soon as i told him i wanted to call and check in with you guys he just seemed kind of… off? We got to my aunts house for the reunion and he pulled me off to the side and said he really didn’t like how close i was with you guys.”
“Really?” Eddie questioned.
“I’m not finished.” You smiled, “He said that he knows how guy friends are. That all you guys were hoping for was to see me naked, you didn’t actually care about me, and he would know because he said he’s only been friends with girls to try and hook up with them.”
The collective gasps of the boys only made you giggle more.
“That asshole!” Jeff shook his head.
“He said that if i wanted to keep seeing him then i had to stop being friends with you guys. So i told him he can go fuck himself and have a safe drive home.”
“You made him drive all the way back?!” Gareth laughed.
“Absolutely! I’m not going to let some guy tell me who i can and can’t be friends with, and he’s lucky i didn’t put sugar in his gas tank and leave him stranded there.”
Grant laughed, finishing off the last of the beer in his bottle,
“Fuck, well i’m sorry we got in between that.”
“What’s there to apologize for?” You asked, “You guys didn’t do anything wrong. If i date a guy who can’t understand that i’m JUST FRIENDS with all of you, and you’re cool with that, then that’s their problem and not ours. Besides, i’m not going to cut off every guy i know just for some loser.” You giggled with an eye roll.
“I don’t know,” Eddie shrugged, “I just think it’s funny that he said that after we met him. He kept trying to turn the conversation into talking about you? Like he was baiting us into saying something we shouldn’t about you.”
“Did he?” This was news to you, “What did he say? And why did you not tell me?!”
“I remember me and Jeff talking to him and he kept turning and looking at you while you were with Eddie and Grant and he kept trying to get us to look at your ass.” Gareth said with an uncomfortable look on his face.
“And he also kept trying to pry information out of us, and he seemed irritated that we didn’t have anything to tell him.” Jeff said.
“Information like what?” You asked all of them, seeing them exchange glances with one another.
“He asked us if we ever… did anything with you.” Grant said, leaning in and quietly saying the end of his sentence to keep it private from the other patrons in the bar.
“Yeah, he said something really weird to me.” Eddie got the shivers as he remembered the conversation, “He was saying something about you two, definitely not going into detail, but alluding to some mature thing you guys were doing, and he asked if we ever got to experience that side of you instead of this front you put on.”
“Front?” You questioned, getting more and more irritated with your ex the longer this conversation went on, “What did he mean by that?”
“I think he also assumed that since you were friends with us that meant you had… intentions.”
You groaned and leaned back in your chair, not being able to help the laugh that rose up from your lungs,
“What an asshole! And why didn’t you guys tell me?”
“You seemed like you really liked the guy!” Eddie argued.
“We didn’t want to ruin your chances with him,” Jeff said, “You we’re telling us all about how nice he was and when we met him we figured it was just him having word vomit cause he was nervous meeting us.”
You sighed and smiled to yourself, holding your face in your hands.
“Ok, fine, i’ll cut you some slack. But if you guys ever meet anyone i date, or i have the potential to date, and they’re doing weird stuff like that i want you to tell me. Deal?”
“Deal!” They said in unison, the rest of the boys finishing off what was left of the beer in their bottles and placing the empties onto the table.
“Alright, we’ve had our drink,” Eddie stood, stretching his arms over his head, “you guys wanna come back to the trailer and hang? I know Wayne would be happy to see you after so long (y/n).”
“Yeah! It’ll be like old times.” You stood with the boys and smiled, walking out with them as they wandered off to their cars in the lot.
Seeing the boys after so long felt like such a breath of fresh air, and it was nice to know that they always had your best intentions in mind. Even when guys you brought around them were being a little strange.
No matter what, no man could replace those boys’ places in your heart.
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jo-harrington · 3 months ago
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Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 26 - Tour Date
Summary: Corroded Coffin goes all out on one very special day.
Word Count: 998
Rating: T
Warnings/Themes: Silliness and Shenanigans, Boys Will Be Boys Nonsense
Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!
Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.
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Please do not interact if you are not 18+.
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Corroded Coffin shows were all about the experience.
Eddie had made that a non-negotiable once they had some kind of say in where and how they performed.
"Everyone's coming for the music man," Jeff would always argue. "Wasn't that Bev's whole deal with the Hideout. People are coming for a place to sit and a beer, they didn't need any of the flashiness. We want them to enjoy our sound."
"We want them," Eddie softly grabbed Jeff by the shoulders and squeezed, "to keep coming to see us."
It took them a while to figure out what that experience looked like though.
They tried quite a bit of everything.
Eddie procured a fog machine for some of their early performances, but they quickly realized how bad the fog juice was for the vocals. And if they were in a small venue? All bets were off.
Then they coerced Dustin and Lucas into hooking them up with fireworks.
"I don't think these are the kind of pyrotechnics you should have on stage guys," Lucas worried as they set up.
"It'll be fine," Gareth, ever the hype man, encouraged them. "It's only a little 4th of July fest, who's gonna complain about fireworks?"
It was, indeed, fine. But as for complaints about fireworks? Well, the chief of the Muncie Fire Department had a few choice words for them and they were banned from performing there ever again.
"It's Indiana," Dave complained. "Who would've thought that we'd get in trouble for fireworks here of all places."
They had it down after a few years; they didn't necessarily need to pull out the big guns for every show. They needed to pick their battles.
Metal covers of Christmas Carols mixed into their set list for December shows.
Group costumes and a confetti canon loaded with fun size candy for shows on Halloween--and they always had shows on Halloween.
And their magnum opus? Their piece de resistance? Their tour de france--
"I don't think that means what you think it means Ed."
--would be Friday the 13th.
Just like Halloween they always made sure they had a show on Friday the 13th, whether they were just doing something local or it was a stop on their tour. It became a big deal, a spectacle. Packed events, special merch just for the day, a themed drink if they were having some secret show at a club.
And the shows were always wild.
“How’s everyone doing tonight?” Eddie asked as he hauled a theremin out from wings of the stage in ‘92, to a chorus of oohs and ahhs. “Oh this? My sweetheart deserves a night off.”
Dave performed on stilts in ‘95. Did he end up breaking a leg because of it? Yeah but it was worth it.
Gareth decided in ‘97 that the drums just weren’t for him. So he constructed a series of Rube Goldberg machines that would play percussion for him with each song of their set. That left him free to mingle with fans in the pit all night.
“You enjoying your night off Gare?” His band mates asked intermittently all night.
And in ‘98? Well that was a special year with a whopping three Friday the 13ths. It had to be some kind of record--turns out it wasn't--but Jeff decided that they would attempt to break a world record at each show.
And they did.
Dave, ever the midwesterner, broke the world record for Fastest Beer Drinker at their February 13th show. 3 pints in 6 seconds.
"But did it have to be Miller?" he belched out to the uproarious applause and laughter in the audience once all was said and done.
Gareth took the next one home at the March 13th show. A table, a timer, and a stack of cups.
"I read about this sport-stacking thing in some magazine," he told their audience as he prepared himself. "Turns out I'm actually pretty good at it."
For their last attempt at a world record, Eddie and Jeff agreed, it had to be about the music.
"We're a band, we can't be known for most cigarettes smoked in a minute," Eddie huffed.
So on November 13th, they planned not one, not two, but 55 "concerts" in and around Chicago.
The timing had to be perfect, their equipment easy to load and unload, and 3 teams of people traveling around the city to help them.
"Did you know," Jeff said nerdily, "in medieval Europe they did something like this for tours too. A team of servants to take care of them at their current stop, a team at the last destination deconstructing their camp, and then a team at the next destination building one?"
"Are you calling us Music Royalty Jeff?" Dave teased, standing tall and proud.
Their sold out "Friday the 13th Tour" started promptly at 8am at WGN Studios where they started everyone's Friday with a metal rendition of the Chicago's Very Own jingle and taught Larry Potash how to headbang.
They performed, got their picture taken, and had a few slices of pizza at Pizano's around lunchtime.
"Are we halfway there yet?" Gareth groaned as they climbed into the van.
"We're not even at 25," Eddie dreaded as he turned the key in the ignition.
Some of their "shows" were negligible. A crowd of 15 fans inside of a coffee shop, or the one they had right at the entrance of a grocery store, where the ticket also got them a bag of tv dinners. But according to the Record Official that traveled with them all day, they all counted.
An introduction, ticket sales, a song performed, and a crowd. No matter how long or short the concerts were.
And by the end of the night, their actual concert at the UIC Pavillion, the guys were exhausted.
But it felt great to play their first song to a thunderous round of applause, and then for the Official to bring their record out on stage to present to them.
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recreationalfanfics · 2 years ago
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Loki w a Krul Tepes! Reader
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She could literally step on me and I'd say thank you-
BUT ALSO, LIKE, I NEEDED TO WRITE THESE DOWN REAL QUICK BECAUSE I'M OBSESSED W KRUL SO READER BEING SOMEONE WITH HER MANNERISMS AND MAYBE HER IMMACULATE SENSE OF STYLE. And Loki being down horrendously.
- While you might not have been a God, you were still a powerful ally to have in the battle against humanity and by that, you were going to protect humanity...After all, you and your people needed the livestock
- This is not the first time he's met you and he's very much convinced that you two are soulmates. Even though it's quite obvious that he kinda annoys you. He reminds you of a certain white-haired progenitor sometimes
- Although you wouldn't deny that when he isn't trying to disrupt your work, you've found his company enjoyable and entertaining in the past and he helped take your mind off of your duties when they felt too stressful.
- Ah, but then Ragnarok showed up and while you detested humanity and their cruelty towards you, you still sadly relied on them to survive so now you stand against the Gods and fight for humanity.
- "You know, you don't HAVE to rely on humanity, you can just drink my blood~" Loki purred, once more trying to convince you to change sides. You rolled your eyes and smiled, "You seem to be forgetting about the REST of my people who need humans to drink from."
- "Think of it as a plus! You wouldn't have to be so stressed and you'll have more time to focus on me!"
- You just walk away while trying to hide your amused chuckle from the God of Mischief.
- PLEASE, HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES TO MESS WITH ARUKANU. He'll steal your little bat creature and either threaten it playfully like how he does with Odin's birds to get your attention or he'll just be all: "If you wanna give it back, you'll have to give me a kiss~"
- Then the next thing he knows, he's on his knees and you're standing behind him, his head turned back and his violent eyes looking up into yours as your sharp nails threateningly yet gently dig them into his throat, warning him that you could rip his head off in a second.
- It's so exciting~
- NO BUT HE DOES GET JEALOUS OF THE MORTALS YOU DRINK FROM. They have the audacity to complain or look fearful and ungrateful (you don't even kill them or take too much from them) when Loki gets shivers at the very thought of you sinking your fangs into his neck.
- UGH, HE LOVES SEEING YOUR FIGHT. The God you go up against was doomed from the start, he knew that from the get go. Especially when they started to mock you and say things like: "Go back underground, little Queen. Just because you're stronger than humans doesn't mean you compare to us GODS!" and it made Loki laugh.
- "What's so amusing, Loki?"
- "Oh, nothing, Lord Zeus.~ Just the fact that I sadly think us Gods are gonna take another loss." He answers, not seemingly to upset at the idea as he watches the irrated look on your face from the words of the arrogant god.
- He also gets a thrill from how sneaky you are♡ No one else truly knows what you're thinking, not even Loki himself, and the fact you were willing to betray and turn on anyone made him absolutely certain you two were meant to be.
- When you actually decide to get into a relationship, no one knows if its because one of you are manipulating the other or if it's genuine love.
- Also, you're the only person he genuinely respects, yes he will tease you but if he's causing a fuss and you tell him to stop, he'll smile and immediately fly over to follow you like the lovesick puppy he is.
- And it is genuine love, just a twisted version of it.
- He is aware of your weakness to the sun without your UV band, so let's say that a God wants to get even with you and tries to rip it off, Loki will literally grab their hand and smile at them but there is only rage in his eyes as he's all: "I wouldn't do that if I were you~"
- People don't think you guys care about each other but if your UV band somehow broke, Loki using his cape to shield you and you're surprised but you thank him. AND THEN HE WRAPS HIS ARM AROUND YOU TO HOLD YOU CLOSE AND IF YOU TRY TO PUSH YOURSELF OFF OF HIM, HE'S ALL: "ah, ah! I'm just making sure my vampire queen is safe♡ I would hate to see you burn up." and you give up and let him use this as an excuse to cuddle you.
- And if a human talks badly about Loki, you just smile at them menacingly before being all: "Hmm, he may be a bit childish but watch the way you talk about him. He is still my lover after all."
- NAH BC AS MUCH AS HE WANTS YOU TO BITE HIM, HE WILL BITE YOU TOO. Like, just love bites that take you off gaurd and he chuckles as his teeth gently sink into your neck but then you sigh and pat his head.
- He's such a needy lover but you suppose that's what makes him endearing.
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muzicgenerator · 1 year ago
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Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)
(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)
Goodbye 👋
i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot
btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand
and again this aint entirely proof read
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Too Much?
Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader
Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff
Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill
Request Status: closed :(
✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance
(Time set back in late November of 2007)
Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.
You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.
Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.
You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.
"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."
In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.
Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."
"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.
"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.
At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."
After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.
"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.
"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.
Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."
Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.
"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."
You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.
"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.
"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.
He was right. He won for the very first time.
"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.
"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.
"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.
His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.
No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.
It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.
Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.
The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"
It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"
A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.
It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.
To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.
"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.
Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.
He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.
But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.
"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.
"My name is Pauline!"
Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.
"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.
Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.
Was it really low? Yes.
The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.
As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.
"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"
"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.
Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.
"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.
"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."
"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.
"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.
"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"
You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)
"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.
The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.
"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.
"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.
"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"
"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.
This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.
"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.
"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.
They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.
"Ask a good one!"
"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.
You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"
"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.
"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"
"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.
"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.
"Born ready!!"
"Alright Sam, ask away!"
"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.
"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!
So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."
Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.
"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!
I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"
He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."
You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.
The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.
"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.
"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."
Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.
"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.
"Next goes ____!"
Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.
It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"
She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.
You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.
Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.
Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.
You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.
Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.
"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.
I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.
"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.
"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.
You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.
"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.
"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"
In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."
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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.
You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.
If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.
After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.
As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.
"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"
Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"
"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."
Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.
Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.
While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.
You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.
"Hi!" she says excitingly.
You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."
"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."
"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.
"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.
"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.
"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.
"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.
"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.
Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.
"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.
"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.
(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)
In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.
He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.
You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.
"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.
"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.
"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.
You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.
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valentoru · 3 months ago
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|| Limitless ||
[CHAPTER 9]
SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?
PREVIOUS : MASTERLIST : NEXT
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You arrived to fake dating Thursday late and in the foulest of moods. You had missed your alarm to wake up and nothing seemed to be going your way since opening your eyes. Your phone hadn’t charged over night. There was no instant coffee left—thank god you were about to be in a coffee shop—and you couldn’t find the words for your pitch to Geto Suguru.
You paused outside the doors of the shop. Taking a moment to breathe and organise your thoughts. You took one last deep breath and slapped on the best smile you could conjure. You needed to be at home working on your pitch, working with the band on the pitch organising stuff. Not waisting your time in a coffee shop on a coffee you didn’t particularly want with a person you most definitely didn’t want to talk to.
Ugh.
When you stepped inside the cafe Satoru was already there. He had a deep crease set between his brows, he was annoyed. You sighed and walked over to him.
“Um hi Satoru.” You we’re embarrassed at your lateness, it wasn’t like you to be this late. You’d also some how managed to startle him, you knew this as he’d gone ridged as he turned to you.
“Oh—oh hello.” His shoulders dropped and he turned his back on you to the counter as he pocketed his phone. “I was waiting for you to arrive before I ordered, what do you want?”
“Oh don’t worry I’ll order separately!”
“What? No I’m paying so I’ll order for you.”
“No no. You really don’t have to. Besides I don’t want to owe you.” You could feel beads of sweat forming at your hairline. You really would love to accept the offer but being in debt to anyone was unnecessary, especially when that “anyone” is actually Satoru Gojo.
“You won’t owe me anything, I don’t want anything in return. Seriously, Y/N, get whatever and I’ll pay.” He insisted and it seemed like he wouldn’t back down so you caved.
“Fine.” You let out an exasperated and defeated sigh.
“Get whatever I don’t mind, I’ll pay.”
You were definitely and clearly reluctant to do so at first till it clicked, you may as well use this to your advantage. After all, you’re extremely underpayed and hardly ever eat a real meal, or anything for that matter. You grinned, you knew this would give him a little bit of trouble and for some unexplainable reason, you wanted to annoy him. “I’ll have a pumpkin spice ice coffee, three pumps of cream and and one pump of cinnamon syrup please.”
He deadpanned, completely unfazed by your request. Then turned his head from you to the woman behind the counter and rhymed off your order. “Can I get a Pumpkin spice ice coffee with three pumps of cream and one pump of cinnamon syrup,” you swore you saw him roll his eyes. “And I’ll have a black coffee.”
Your jaw practically broke. He wanted a what? For some reason you were more surprised that you were so surprised by his order. He had painted you as the type of guy to not like anything with flavour in his life, it was almost like the shoe fit too well. You were even more so shocked your assumption was right.
“Typical.” You mumbled under your breath. But you almost immediately regretted it. You begged the god he hadn’t heard, and you would have made it unscathed if your face wasn’t flushed red.
“What?”
“Oh—I um said it’s typical that you would order a black coffee.” Well there was certainly no turning back now.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t know. I guess the shoe just fits.”
“I get the feeling that’s not exactly a compliment.”
A part of you wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole, or you could get out of this conversation immediately and preferably run to a corner and never be seen again. But you couldn’t do either so you opted for the only option you could conjure; not answering him.
You could sense that he was waiting for some kind of response however you had none to give, so to make it more clear that you were avoiding the conversation you pulled your phone out to check the group chat. It had been a while since you last checked out what was going on, you’d been surprisingly busy over the last few days.
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You rolled your eyes and turned your phone off. Some distraction they were.
The barista called out your order and you practically leapt for the drink. You were running on about 2 hours sleep and no coffee, you were deprived. You sighed and picked up your drink taking a long sip and making a satisfied sigh. You’d needed this.
Satoru, on the other hand, was watching you with a disgusted expression. You could feel his gaze on you so you looked at him, only to be met like his nose scrunched up and his eyebrows knotted together.
“What?”
He practically gagged. “I don’t know how you drink that sugary crap.”
“You mean fall in a cup? I don’t know how you don’t drink this sugary crap.”
“Still crap.”
“Shut up, you always have to be a Debbie downer don’t you?”
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, just keep that pumpkin spice fall barf away from me.” You could have sworn you saw the corner of his mouth jerk.
“Fine fine.”
You made your way over to a table. He followed you quickly and took the seat across from you. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and set it on the table.
You sat in an extremely awkward silence, clearly both of you were wracking your brain for any topic whatsoever to talk about. But no matter how much you searched you only ended up at a dead end. That was when it dawned on you; you and Satoru didn’t have a single thing in common. This would definitely affect fake dating Thursday from now on.
You sighed and sat back in your seat uncomfortably telling yourself that it wasn’t that bad, but you knew for a fact that it was. This was really really bad. How were you only going to spend the next few months with him every Thursday, even just for 10 minutes without a single thing to talk about. You could gossip to him but he really didn’t seem like the type of person.
Something possessed you to check the time, so you did, and almost passed out. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I have to go like right now. Thank you for buying me the drink and I’ll see you next Thursday.” You dove for the door as his goodbye chased after you, but before it could reach you, you were already out and on your way to the conference room to meet with your producers.
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AN:
I know canonically Satoru likes sweet stuff but just smile and nod for me PLEASE
© valentoru all rights reserved- do not publish my work on other platforms, plagiarise or translate.
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thedevilinmybrain · 11 months ago
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Harry knows Louis has his reasons. He's heard all of them, listed out like one blow after another. The focus should be on the band, on the music, too much at stake. They can't be selfish, need to think about the rest of the boys, the fans. So many things weighing on them, should know better than to push back against management. Louis is the oldest so he needs to make the right choices, be a role model, be mature enough to know when enough is enough.
Louis talks and Harry can hear Simon's voice.
Standing against the wall, Harry presses the rim of the glass against his lips, can smell the vodka inside. It's expensive, served straight because Harry can't afford the calories, no sugar after seven. It's all part of the image, the routine to make Harry hotter, more attractive with a sharp jawline and thin waist. His hair is getting longer now, brushes against his jaw, a real Mick Jagger in his tight jeans and drawling accent, charming whomever he feels like. It doesn't mean shit when he's watching Louis wrap his arm around the shoulders of some up and coming.
He's pretty, Harry guesses, as far as aesthetics go. Big eyes and smooth skin, an upturned mouth in a smirk that makes him look a little impish. Louis is being bold tonight, no one that important around to side eye him, to shove a pretty blond in a mini dress into his lap. So, Louis is free to laugh into the guy's neck, face flushed red and drunk. His free hand has been on the guy's thigh for over an hour, holding him close, holding him down, with a ring on his finger that belongs on Harry's. Louis had said they had to break up because too many people were watching them, that it was a liability, that it just wasn't possible. But someone with a name the tabloids don't care about is safe, Harry guesses.
Jealousy is a fucking collar around his throat, chokes the air out of his lungs, drags him down like an anchor into the darkness, drowning him. Louis used to do that to him, to press their cheeks together, to keep Harry close and safe against his side. Always had to have his hands on Harry somehow, around his wrist, on his waist. But that was before Louis decided to start eating out of the hand that feeds them.
This morning, leaving the studio, Louis had held the door open for Harry and smiled at him, all big and bright and cooing at him. Come on, baby. Hurry up. Like it wasn't a punch to the gut when Louis is the one who told Harry he had to stop calling him that. When Louis is the one who set up the rules, who laid down the way it was going to be. And Harry has been trying to be so good, kept himself away, doesn't try to press or talk to him. Even when it feels like Harry's sawing off a limb every time Louis is in the room.
"Feels fucking rude," Niall mutters, digs his fingers into his own cup, tugging out a cherry. "Over there flaunting it."
"Niall," Harry sighs, takes another sip of his own drink. Across the room, Louis takes the pipe from Zayn, holds it up to show his newest friend.
"Well? It fucking is. I know you all broke up and shit, but honestly? To do it here?" Waving his hand at the center of the room, Niall's top lip curls. "Fucked, mate. Really fucked."
Niall is right. They're in one of the public houses that the label owns, all blase designs and inconsequential art on the walls. But it's still in front of their friends, some of the crew, all the lads. Harry can't remember ever feeling so on the outskirts of the people he considers family, so fucking lonely in his own skin.
"You're Harry fucking Styles," Niall hisses, venomous and angry. He's felt like this since he heard the news, had been the one to pull Harry out of that bathtub, soaked through his clothes, wine drunk and sobbing. Louis doesn't know any of it, but Niall does.
"It was almost Tomlinson." Harry mutters, takes the rest of his drink in one shot, rolls off the wall to stalk towards the stairs. He hasn't worked up the ability to charge across the room yet, to stand his ground, to call Louis out on his shit. No, not yet. So, Harry prefers to have his meltdown behind closed doors, to cry his eyes sore and try to rub the tattoos off his skin.
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otherone12 · 3 months ago
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We Were Meant To Be, Supposed To Be
( Avril reference lol)
Frank Iero × Reader
-> Masterlist
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A/N: Hey!! I took too long to write this, because I wasn't at home, so couldn't finish it. Also, i've changed the whole plot of this fic like three times, and I still thinking that's not good as I wanted. Anyways, i hope you enjoy :D
A/N 2: You guys want a Vampire x Reader fic? And with wich member?
Summary - You and Frank dated for a while before he joined MCR, but when you two decided to go separate ways, the different worlds didn’t work well together and you broke up. Years later, your lives collide again, but this time you’re not that young anymore. (This supposed to be a DD era Frank, but if you wanted to change it, be your guest).
- Word Count: 1.530
- Warnings: none
- Ps: I'll not use y/n…
- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.
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1st person POV
  I was walking down streets on my way to my work, like I do every single day. The large amount of people on the street got me a bit nervous, but I learned to pretend that they didn't exist. 
    The huge building where I work seems small when I enter through the automatic door and go to my even smaller office. I took my earphones and turned the radio on in my city’s broadcasting station. “.... and we're gonna rock this town, like we always do.” The voice that I heard sounded a bit familiar, but I couldn't tell who it was, 'cause of the noise from poor radio contact.   
    I tried harder to listen to what he’ll say, but he had already  finished the interview and the announcer said “Guys, that was Frank Iero telling us what we can expect from the My Chemical Romance concert next week. Thank you, Frank!”
    I got shocked. Why wasn't I able to recognize Frank's voice? It's been that long?
   Frank and I met at high school in our freshman year. We became best friends in about three months. Earlier than we expected, we were hanging out and holding hands. He was the best part of my highschool, probably because I was the most introverted person in the world, he is the opposite. Frank encouraged me to go to parties with him, to be less insecure, to be myself… I owe him all the chances I haven't let go since.
So, like all good things, we were over. He is a famous guitarist, touring through the whole world with his band, and I'm here. I went to college and became exactly what I wanted since I was a kid. 
    We were immature and broke up at the first trouble we had, we’ve been together for six years, and knew each other enough to know that we couldn’t handle a long distance relationship. Without any fight or discussion, we decided that was the end, and just didn’t talked anymore to not turn things harder than they almost were.
Moving on took me a few years, but no one of the people that I dated after Frank made me feel the way he did. Maybe we’re some kind of "meant to be'', and we threw our chance away, giving up that easy.
    The idea of Frank being here gave me the sensation of butterflies in my stomach, should i talk to him? No. I mean, I would like to see him, ask him if he thinks of me like I think of him. Maybe he's still trying to forget about us but incapable to do it, just like me. 
    I gave a brief look to the clock on the wall and noticed that I spent an hour just thinking of Frank, remembering our best moments. And just when I thought I reached the bottom, I felt a tear dripping down my face. 
    With my sleeve, I wiped that single tear in my cheek and keeped working. 
    The rest of the day was gray, the color of the clouds coincidently matched with my feelings. At home, I dropped myself in my bed and turned the tv on, with a desperate yearn to keep my mind out of my old memories. In a few minutes I fell asleep. 
*** time skip ***
  Next day, I decided that I would enjoy myself in some cool place. So at 9pm I put on my best clothes and went to my favorite bar. The place still the same since the last time i went there
   The low lights inside the bar almost made me stumble but I held on to the door before falling.
Like always, the place was crowded and the mix of people talking and the small band who were playing reminded me why I definitely prefer to stay at home instead of going out. Don’t get me wrong, the band was good, I only hate this amount of noise. 
    I took a seat by the side of a group of four men, but it was too dark to see their faces. I avoided looking at any of them for a long time, so it wouldn't look like I was flirting or something.
    - Hey! It's been a long time since the last time you’ve been here. - I used to come here so often that I became friends with the bartender - How’s it going?
   - Great i think, just a bit down this week. - I tell him, with a heavy sight - But I'm here to relax, so, gimme the same as always.
   - Right away, dear! 
   The bartender called my name after some minutes to give me my drink, and I felt the back of my neck burn, like I was being watched. Slowly, I turned around and the four guys were looking at me. My eyes, now accustomed with the dim place, could recognize their faces. I forgot how to breathe when I realized who they were.  
  - Holy shit! I thought I heard your voice, but then I thought that I was getting insane - The man closer to me said, and a silly smile appeared on my face. - You remember me, right, darling?
    - How could I forget you, Frank? - I took a sip of my drink, still smiling. - And, believe me, I tried so fucking hard to.
    - So do I… 
    He took a deep breath and his gaze showed that he missed me as much as I missed him. 
    - When he knew that we’ll be doing some concerts here, he started to talk about you and didn’t stop - Ray said, giggling, while Frank gave him a deathly look. - Well, good to see you again, by the way!
    - Same, guys! - I looked at all of them and nodded, drinking again. - Eight years is too long, but at the same time it seems like it was just a week ago. 
    - Ain’t that the truth? Damn! - Frank didn’t stop to look at me as of the beginning of the conversation. If he keeps doing this, I'll end up kissing him. - You’re pretty as always. ya know?
    My world just tumbled down with his sentence. He used to say this daily to me, in the same way. I gasped and, just like a movie, I saw him, a sixteen boy sitting by my side at the school’s refectory saying this to me for the first time. 
    Ray, Gerard and Mikey walked away to the other side of the bar and Frank stood up when I didn’t respond. Unable to say anything, I just looked at his hazel eyes and felt him getting closer. The feeling of panic washed my body with the sensation of his lips on mine. His hands runned through my body and his tongue entwined in mine. 
    All this eight fucking years trying to get over him, and he made all of this be in vain. I missed his touch more than I could even imagine. 
    I lost my fingers in his hair and when we both were breathless, we pulled up and just looked at each other.
    - Shit, how I missed you! - Frank said, holding my waist. - Wanna take a walk outside?
    - Sure. 
    We walked at the door, letting all the noise behind. The cold air of the night reached my face and I shivered, my mind was so confused that I barely noticed that Frank was holding my hand. 
    - So… I don't even know how to start to say how much I regret leaving you.   
    He was looking down, and I've never heard him so serious before.
    - You didn’t leave me. It was consensual. 
    - Yeah, but.. but I blame myself every day for not insisting on continuing with you. - He whined with an evident remorse in his voice. The regretful tone of his sigh was painful for me to hear.
    - Wasn’t your fault, Frank. We were both immature. - I let go of his hand and put my arm around his neck, in an attempt to comfort him. I wish someone had told me the same thing I said to Frank. After he’s gone I felt as guilty as him, and it lasted all these years. - Altrought we can try again, ‘cause we made it clear to each other that we still have mutual feelings.
    - You’re right, but how is this gonna work? - We stopped walking and Frank looked at me. His confused gaze turned sad and worried as the next words left his mouth.  - You have your life here, and my music is my life so… 
   - Maybe we can try that long distance thing… - A little unsure of what he would think of the idea, I tried to accept the only possible option for our situation. - Seeing each other when you were not on a tour, spending holidays together, calling and texting each other every day...
    - Sounds like an idea to me.
    He smiled and pulled me closer to a kiss, this time i wasn’t worried about all that shit. I let the moment ride me and a hopeful sensation warmed my body even more than Frank’s hands on my face and hips. I felt on fire when the kiss turned deeper. 
    - Are you sure that you wanna try to do this? - I broke the kiss for an instant. 
    - I’m on there, baby! 
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~So... that's it. lemme know if you enjoyed ;)
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hsangel64 · 2 years ago
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・ 。゚☆:band mates: *.☽ .
⤷ pairings: bass playing!ellie williams x femsinger!reader (college and modern au)
⤷ summary: you and ellie have been best friends since you guys were little and are now in a band together. you guys are writing songs together and feelings start to come to light.
⤷ warnings: cussing and like the smallest bit of angst if you squint.
⤷ song: glue song by beabadoobee
⤷ a/n: i was thinking about turning this into a series if anyone likes it as much !!
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you and ellie have been best friends since you guys were little, you guys do everything together. meaning you guys literally started a band together with your other friends dina and jesse. you guys were the fab four.
you and ellie had come to this idea of starting a band back during freshman year. being in band and choir together you two consumed yourselves into music and we’re almost always playing with notes and making stupid songs. you and ellie had met dina and jesse in band so you and her immediately thought you would be a great band. dina played the guitar, ellie played bass, jesse played the drums and you sang! you had named yourselves ‘fantastic four’, being freshman you all didn’t realize how stupid that band name was until junior year-
so you changed it- took about 3 days to really figure it out… but you all came up with coastal. the way you came up with that is because you all want to move into a house on the coast so playing gigs saves you all money to finally live your dream after college. you’re all currently sophomores in college and all share a dorm together.
you’ve had feelings for ellie pretty much since middle school which lead you to realize your sexuality- you had always wanted to be around her and realized how jealous you can get when you had experienced all her flings in high school. the worst one of all was cat, you couldn’t stand her because she’d never let you hang out with ellie. she hates your guts and of course after they broke up ellie still decided to be friends with her.
little did you know ellie felt to same way about you. she couldn’t get you out of her head and that was the main reason she broke up with cat. she just never told cat and basically said she didn’t want to be in a relationship right now and cat respected that so they stayed friends.
currently you were in your bed writing a new song for a gig you guys had next weekend. it was just you in the dorm so it was very peaceful and easy to get some ideas and lyrics down. you were humming multiple melodies to try and figure out what would sound best. you had your guitar out to play around with some notes.
this song is about ellie but she’ll never know that- most of the songs you write for the band has some correlation to her.
as you were playing with some notes you hear the dorm door open.
“honey im home!” you hear ellie yell as she comes in with some bags of groceries, take out and her guitar around her shoulder. you giggle at her stupid hello she says every time she comes into the dorm. you run to the little living room to help her out.
“i got some stuff to restock the fridge, like your oat milk i downed last night while high…” you giggled and thanked her and started helping her put some of the groceries away.
“oh! i got us some takeout and i was thinking we could work on that new song together!”
“oh yes please i have some lyrics down and some type of melody but i’ve been kinda stuck.”
“gotcha well let me put the rest of this away you just get comfy and i’ll bring the take out!” she winked at you and did little finger guns. she’s such a goof. you agreed and made your way back to you bed making a little more room for her to sit.
you heard ellie start to make her way back in with what seems to be chinese takeout! you thanked her as she sat down and opened up the box.
“my favorite!!”
“of course had to treat you with the best of the best!” you smiled at her and started to dig in you. you were starving.
“so let me hear what you have so far!” you nod and finish what’s in your mouth before grabbing your notebook and thinking of the harmony again.
i’ve never known someone like you
tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue
don't forget to kiss me
or else you'll have to miss me
i guess I'm stuck forever by the glue
oh, and you
you don’t see it but as you sing this small verse ellie is staring at you with the most loving eyes and the biggest smile. she’s loves when you sing just about anything, but especially stuff you’d written. she knows how passionate you are about singing and song writing and it makes her love you so much more.
“so?” you ask nervous because it’s not usually your bands style music but you wanted to try something different.
“i love it i really do it’s beautiful like all your other work.”
“oh don’t flatter me williams.” you playfully roll your eyes and push her a little. she lets out a laugh and a dramatic ouch.
“no im serious it’s really sweet and i love it a lot.” you smile at her and you guys stare at each other for a little just admiring each others features, looking down every so often at each others lips. you let out a small sigh and looked away and brought you both back to reality.
“we have a gig next weekend so we should probably get to work-“ ellie nodded agreeing and you both go to work. both starting to brain storm some lyrics and working out the chords for the song.
it had been about 2 hours now since you both started and you had just one more verse left. your phone vibrated and you went to check it seeing dina had texted the groupchat.
fab four ‼️😏
dina 🫶 hey guys me and jesse are going to be home late we got invited to some get together just wanted to let you guys know so you don’t wait around!!
you 😎 thanks for letting us know we have a new song for you guys for practice tomorrow!
“dina said her and jesse would be home late just wanted to let you know!” you looked up from your guitar and smiled at her. she nodded with her mouth full of left over chicken she had and sent a small smile.
“hey let’s take a break maybe watch something we’ve been working non stop for like 2 hours.” she let out a groan and laid back on the bed.
“yeah sure what do you have in mind ?” you dropped your pencil and notebook and grabbed your laptop.
“how about we just put some music on, relax and talk.” she shrugged and you pulled up spotify and out on some loft music.
“so how was your day?”
“it was good i went to my stupid 8am and was half asleep the whole time.” you grumbled.
“oh gosh how was mr. nicholas.”
“boring like usual, he’s always so much more slow in the morning.” you giggle and lean more closer to her.
“i can imagine. i had a small guitar lesson to teach some other kid who was desperately asking me for a lesson.” she shook her head and looked down at her lap. you had gotten distracted listening to her talk. you just loved when she said just about anything and loved seeing her face move in different ways. noticing her freckles that spread across her nose into her cheeks. or the way her nose scrunches when she giggles.
“hey you still here with me?” you snap out of it and put your focus back onto her who’s now giggling.
“you were just staring at me and i didn’t get a response…. was it because of my amazingly good looks.” she smirked.
“oh fuck off.” you playfully rolled your eyes and just twiddled your thumbs embarrassed that she caught you.
“really you seem distracted is there something on your mind?” yes it’s literally you.
“no just was thinking about the song..” there was a small comfortable silence before she scoffed and you looked up at her confused.
“i know it’s not that your eyebrow twitches when you lie. it always has done that since we were little.” she had caught you once again. shit.
“it’s nothing really i promise.” you looked up at her and she was giving you those narrowed eyes, clearly not believing you.
“okay fine… but you know you can talk to me about anything im always here for you, you mean a lot to me.” you looked back down contemplating on just telling her now and risking it. you open your mouth and let out a small sigh and shutting it immediately after. changing your mind. you feel that awful feeling in the back of your throat. not here not now.
"lets finish this song yeah?" you let out a soft sniffle before grabbing your notebook and guitar. ellie definitely caught the sniffle and looked at you before grabbing her guitar not wanting to push you.
"yeah lets continue." you both shake it off and just go back to working on the song.
you guys go for another hour and its about 12:30am. you exhale and rub your face. you stare at your notebook that is full of words and annotations from both you and ellie.
"you alright?" you tilt your head towards her and nod.
"yeah just getting tired." you adjust your sitting position and just lend her a small smile. she smiles back and brings you in to let you lean on her as she rubs your back. you let out a yawn and nuzzle into her shoulder.
"you wanna go to bed?"
"no, but i really don't think i can work on this anymore."
"okay how about we do a full run through of the song and see how it sounds with just a small acoustic so we have something to practice on tomorrow." you lift your head not realizing how close you two would be to each other. you are centimeters away from each other. if you moved any closer you'd be kissing. you let out a shaky nervous breath. you both stare at each other and down at each others lips.
ellie wants to just kiss you, she feels her cheeks get warm. not knowing shes just as nervous as you are. you feel her move closer to you the tension getting to the best of you both. you move closer to her. is this really about to happen?
"jesse shut it!!" you both pull away quickly, adjusting yourselves to look like you’re working.
“oh hey guys!” you see dina holding jesse as much as she can.
“do you need help…” you let out a small giggle seeing how much dina is struggling and jesse is just there laughing.
“yes please, this idiot had a little too much to drink and it wasn’t even a fucking party.” she rolled her eyes. i’m glad he found dina because i don’t think anyone else would be able to handle him other than her- you and ellie get up from the bed to go help.
“oh hey you guys.” jesse says as you two helped lift him up to bring him to their bedroom. you guys dropped him on the bed and wished dina luck. you walked out and closed their door. you both walked back to your shared room and closed the door. you both let out a sigh and make your ways back to your bed. it was quiet for a moment until ellie broke the silence.
“sooo…”
“yeah?”
“that whole almost kissing thing…” she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.
“oh yeah that..”
“um doesn’t mean anything right?” she looked at you nervously.
“oh yeah totally nothing at all!” you chuckled and your voice cracked showing how nervous and a little heartbroken you were.
“cool great.” she hopped off your bed and grabbed her stuff to put away. she grabbed her toiletry bag and went to the bathroom. why did she say it was nothing when she was the one who was leaning in first? ugh this is a mess.
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aleksa-sims · 6 months ago
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I had a nice evening with N., his Mom & her spouse, whose name's Felix. He is a musician. He plays e-bass & piano. He used to play in a band. Now he earns his money with private piano- or e-bass lessons. Before that, I never really met Felix. I thought he was more serious at 56. But I gotta say, I was positively surprised. He is quite a... jokester. In any case, he is a nice guy from whom I can learn a lot. Like playing the piano. Well, frankly, I still can’t play the piano. I guess I didn’t take it seriously.
After dinner N.’s Mom had a little chat with me and Nico. Only 2 months and 2 weeks left, but Nico and I still haven’t thought of a name for our Baby. We talked about it weeks ago, but we just couldn’t agree. Let's see...
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After that N’s Mom took the opportunity to talk to me about.... some unpleasant topics. She and my Mom talked a lot about Nico and me. My Mom told her, that I married Daniel and also about the risks to my Baby, due to my addiction & pills. I'd love to run away. But N.'s Mom was always nice to me, so I decided to talk to her. She didn’t want to expose me or anything. She just wanted to make something clear.
N.'s Mom: You don’t have to talk to me about your marriage. I know how uncomfortable this is for you and I also know how it feels to divorce.
Me: I’m so sorry I wasn’t honest to you. I was so ashamed. I knew Nico and Stephanie were engaged and still got involved with him. And yea, I was also married. 😞
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N.'s Mom: Don't worry about that.... Nobody is perfect A... Remember when you told me about your addiction? You thought this would change my mind about you. But you were and still are, such a nice girl. After you and N. broke up, I was... surprised & sad. But I never expected you, to call me and talk to me about it. I noticed when you visited P.’s Mom, that you avoided me. I want you to know, that I wasn’t upset about it. I know you were sad..... And yes, your high-risk pregnancy worries me, but I don’t judge you.
Me: I’m so glad you brought this up. Yk, I didn’t visit P.’s Mom and Fabienne often. It was hard for me to be there. I kept looking over to your house, thinking about N. It hurt sm... We all hurt each other a lot. In the end, I was glad it was over. I mean both of them! 😞... Still, I never want to be separated from N. again. As for my pregnancy, I’m really happy rn, but at the same time, also worried about my Baby. 😞
N.'s Mom: Whatever comes, you’ll make it... Your parents and I will help you. If, you want that.
Me: Thank you. I will certainly accept your help.
N.'s Mom: I hope you feel comfortable in this old house. There’s still so much to do, but I can handle it.
Me: The livingroom's so cozy & beautiful. The hallway upstairs looks a little creepy to me. But I think this gives the house that ...special charm. I kinda like it.
N.'s Mom: The house is old. It belonged to his parents and I knew we would have a lot of work here. But since I’m having a grandbaby, I thought, this is the perfect place for us.
Me: 😳Yeah, I get what you mean. I'm sure our little one will like it.
I felt very comfortable with N.’s Mom and Felix, they are both so nice. I hope the good mood remains. 😬 It’s N’s birthday soon, so his Mom invited Melanie too. She tried to reconcile us. I think N.’s Mom forgot how MEAN and insane her daughter is? 😠 Anyway, I'll try but... agh, Idk?
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legolasghosty · 8 months ago
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if this doesn't scream boggie, i don't know what does: They smell like sparkles and sunshine and I want to kiss their stupid face so bad
Bobby slammed the apartment door behind him, heading straight for the couch. He didn't slow down until he was flat on his stomach, his burning cheeks hidden by a Gayosaurus throw pillow ("Like a normal gay, but more awesome!") that Willie had found somewhere six months ago. Bobby wasn't ever sure where he found this sort of thing. He'd given up on asking when they were still in college, the two of them and Alex randomly paired up in a freshman dorm.
"What happened here?" the previously mentioned pillow finder said from somewhere above Bobby.
The soft click of Alex closing their front door properly was followed by the drummer's sigh of, "Reggie, what else."
Bobby felt the couch dip near his feet as probably Willie sat down. "You wanna talk about it, dude?" they asked. Bobby couldn't decide if their tone was sympathetic or teasing.
"No," he mumbled into the pillow.
Look, dating your bandmates didn't work out well. Reggie and Luke had been together for a bit when they were all in college and it had burned hot and fast. Bobby had been sure the band would break up for good when they called it quits. It had taken a whole new person, Luke's now queerplatonic partner and their band frontwoman Julie, to get the two of them to talk it out and become friends again. Even then, it had been a rough couple of months for all of them.
So, no matter how pretty Reggie was or how sometimes Bobby thought he leaned a bit closer to their shared mic than necessary, they couldn't be a thing. It wouldn't work.
"Dude, you can't just keep ignoring it and hope it goes away," Alex sighed, now sounding much closer. "Remember how I tried that and it failed? Epicly?"
Bobby lifted his head just enough to shoot Alex a glare. "That's not the same thing," he protested. "No offense, Willie."
"None taken," they chuckled. "But Lex has a point. Shoving it down doesn't work, and it might just turn out better than you think."
Bobby dropped his face back down to the pillow and flipped them both off. "No."
He felt a foot nudging his shoulder, indicating that Alex had found his perch on the back of the couch above him. "Bobby, Reggie likes you back, you guys just have to get your acts together and talk about it."
"Hypocrite," Bobby mumbled. But he groaned and rolled onto his side, glancing up at his roommates and best friends. Maybe talking it out would help erase his stupid crush on his bandmate. "I know he maybe thinks I'm cute or whatever, but it wouldn't work. The band almost broke up when Luke and Reggie did, and I can't be responsible for doing that to you guys. I just can't."
"Okay, I get that," Alex began. "But what makes you so sure the two of you wouldn't work? I mean yeah, Luke and him didn't go so well, but there were a lot of reasons for that."
"Very much including the fact that they were 19 and neither of them had actually been in a serious relationship before," Willie added. "And I love them both, but their communication skills aren't the best now, let alone two years ago."
"You and Reg are good for each other," Alex continued, giving Bobby that heavy, open stare that he usually masked behind several layers of sarcasm. "He gets you out of your routine and trying new things. You help him slow down and talk things out."
"You're both better people for being around each other," Willie agreed, one hand resting on Bobby's ankle. Then the corner of his mouth quirks up. "Not to mention the fact that you guys practically make out at the mic every other song."
"We do not!" Bobby insisted, forcing himself up on one elbow. "Mic sharing is totally normal."
"Mic sharing, yes. But you two take the phrase 'eat the mic' a little too literally," Alex laughed. Then his amusement faded. "But seriously. You like him. He likes you. And we're all semi-functioning adults who can at least pretend to be emotionally mature. At least talk to him."
"Even if you decide not to give it a shot, at least you'll have been honest with each other," Willie said.
"But what if it messes everything up?" Bobby asked, hating how small his voice sounded. "I mean, yeah, he smells like sparkles and sunshine and I wanna kiss his stupid face so bad, but I don't want it to destroy the band. Or our whole... family."
Willie's expression is now solidly in the sympathetic zone. "But what if it makes it better?" they countered. "I mean, Lex and I were great as friends, and we're better as partners, and we're both better friends to the rest of you because of being together."
The smile Alex gave them for that is enough to make Bobby fake gag and throw the Gayosaurus pillow at them. But... maybe they're right.
"Hug time?" Alex questioned.
Bobby just nodded, suddenly feeling heavy at the possibility of having Reggie as something other than a bandmate. But heavy in a good way, like crawling under his weighted blanket at the end of a long day.
Alex dropped down onto the couch beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. Bobby let Willie resituate both of their legs on his lap. He usually wasn't one for being manhandled by his friends, but it was nice to let them take care of him every once in a while. He tried to focus on the clean and salty scent of Alex's hoodie and the easy movement of Willie's thumb on his ankle.
Maybe, just maybe, they had a point. At the very least, he owed it to Reggie to let him be a part of the conversation, right? Bobby let out a soft sigh. This meant he'd have to actually have a conversation about it with the bassist. But he was getting better at those at least. It was 'healthy' or something. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe they would be okay.
"So..." Willie mused after a while, "what do sparkles and sunshine smell like?"
"Screw you," Bobby groaned, hiding his face in Alex's chest.
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