#long before IT and TBP

[souryogurt64]

you probably explain this before but what is this bad emo book and why is it bad?

It's the one that came out last summer, I don't like it because it does a lot of misleading things on purpose to like craft a narrative that is often not true and is also just like full of bad opinions

Here are some examples off the top of my head-- didn't double check but pretty sure these are all right

Quotes someone saying that Brand New never got credit for inspiring other bands to write rock operas and then almost immediately cuts to the recording of The Black Parade. Obviously, the implication here is that Brand New inspired The Black Parade. In reality, TBP came out before Brand New's album and Green Day's American Idiot came out before both.

Quotes someone who says they never liked Panic! and has never been personally involved in any capacity with Panic! as saying "Ryan left the band." Ryan and Jon were very adamant this was not the case. I do think this was a very important person to interview, but this person should not have been the one to explain the split.

The producer for Fever claims that the Plain White T's quit the Panic! tour on a specific date and its implied that this was a factor in why Ryan "left Panic." In reality, I found several sources all saying The Plain White T's performed with Panic long after this date. TBH, I doubt this happened, let alone influenced the split.

Quotes HIMSELF saying FOB and MCR went on hiatus "at about the same time" when in reality they went on hiatus 4 years apart. When you think about how short-lived emo as a genre was, 4 years is huge. This is so lazy and is probably just because he thinks Danger Days is not worth talking about because he has the same basic opinions every other man on reddit has

There's like a ton of irrelevant losers whining about Hayley Williams like she's a misandrist dictator that doesn't pay her male employees fairly. Brendon is not talked about like this AT ALL-- Hayley has "sideshows" and drama because she's a catty woman, but with Brendon it just kind of happens, oops! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

IIRC there is little to no discussion of the political/religious elements of the Paramore split and Taylor York is not mentioned at all. It is made out to be entirely about royalties and the misandrist wage gap. No one from Paramore was actually interviewed, they used quotes from a Paramore interview done by a woman and obtained permission from Vox media company, NOT the actual author. The fact that this was done is not clearly stated and is slipped into the copyright at the back.

This is like a whole side quest I don't want to get into because I had to attempt to decode what happened via LiveJournal comments which isn't the best source. But like this guy interviewed in the book who whines about Hayley's royalties like interviewed Paramore on tv. Apparently allegedly during the interview the homophobic one accused her of sleeping with Taylor York and it not being Christian or something among other things, and also he wrote this really unnecessary article about an AbsolutePunk thread where guys were talking about whether they'd fuck her or not. I think this explains a lot about how the entire Paramore conversation in the book is just a bunch of random incels whining about something that has nothing to do with them

Quotes HIMSELF saying the "Farro brothers finally left the band." At the time of the article he quotes himself on, one of the Farro brothers was already back in the band and is still in the band. But that cuts against his cute little story about Hayley being a bitch everyone hates, so he had to quote his own lie I guess. Enough about Paramore

When white band dudes like Ryan and Spencer's addictions are discussed, it is always framed in polite euphemisms. When Black musicians like Travie are mentioned in the book, it starts bringing out scary scientific drug names. Not cool.

Has this random nobody who is way too young to be an authority on this say that Pete's hardcore band was one of the first bands to address women's issues. This is absolutely ridiculous and a flat out lie. Almost a decade before this band even formed, Riot Grrrl started as a specific reaction to women's issues in hardcore. A lot of the hardcore bands Pete was playing with were explicitly and adamantly pro-life. The idea that Pete Wentz pioneered feminism in music is completely fucking ludicrous, I hate it so much.

Quotes someone who plays in a band that has written multiple songs mocking feminism and discussions of sexual assault and rape culture as saying there was no sexual assault on Warped Tour. This one in particular makes me homicidal

Somehow can't muster up a woman to ask about sexual assault in the scene, but suddenly pulls out all these random women nobody's heard of to say they know for a fact all these band dudes are straight

As a note to the above, I understand sexuality is very personal and a lot of these band dudes are straight. But that section was so mean spirited and weird and unnecessary and there were better ways to handle it, like having GNC or gay fans talk about how it meant a lot these straight guys supported gay rights early on, or how the gender nonconformity from straight guys in emo made them comfortable, or how Gerard/Brendon being out as NB/pan made them feel represented. Instead it's just weird and uncomfortable to have these random women say "I never saw anybody do anything gay!!!!"

Quotes this random journalist as basically saying Pete refused to admit if he attempted suicide or not and spun it up to get attention. This same journalist also claims to be know FOB and MCR personally and know they have beef. IDK maybe they are friends but I feel like someone legit friends with Pete would not say something so insensitive to not only him, but people who OD or struggle with suicidal ideation in general.

The lack of meaningful discussion about Brand New-- not only disrespecting the women Lacey hurt by not addressing the allegations at all, but also disrespecting Jesse Lacey himself by talking about his band basically like he wasn't in it. The name "Jesse Lacey" is only used six times. It's like he wanted to get paid fanboy about Brand New so badly he didn't care about anybody but me, me, me.

Stuff like this goes on and on and on but you get the point.

Also I want to say that I felt constantly confused on what was going on and what the fuck people were even talking about and I am very familiar with all this band lore. I've read other oral histories for bands I knew nothing about and didn't feel confused at all. This one is just badly done.

He is a bad writer. He is obsessed with quoting himself when his articles aren't well-written, and he, like most people in the book, is a nobody.

The introduction in particular is badly written. It is very obvious he felt guilty about the way he covered Brand New and sexual assault in the scene and was scared someone was going to call his bullshit. So he wrote this weird mea culpa to feminists at the front like Please Forgive Me For Loving Tortured Artist Jesse Lacey but he couldn't put it at the very front because it would be too obvious, so he wrote this weird intro where he tries to connect Paramore/MCR/FOB/Panic/Warped/VMAs in a way that is very weird and illogical and falls flat because there is no real emotion or sense behind it and it only serves as a vehicle for his Mea Culpa To Feminists. It's so weird and awkward and Paramore are, again, a complete afterthought in it. He also makes a kind of gross comment about Hayley's voice just magically affecting people's bodies after he goes on and on about how these MEN suffered and worked hard for their music. Because, y'know, she didn't.

There is no transition into the weird apology either, it is so awkward and out of nowhere after this bizarre and shitty intro.

ALSO SORRY JUST THOUGHT OF THIS there is zero discussion or acknowledgement of Gerard's gender identity in this AT ALL. I would need to go through the book but I'm pretty sure only he/him pronouns are used as well. No wonder 3/4ths of MCR were not willing to be interviewed by this chump

Last comment but in that introduction he tries to make it out like he cares about women's issues and thinks what Lacey did was wrong but the people he is quoting from on sexual assault absolutely screams otherwise. He is a sniveling coward.

TLDR if I wanted to read nobodies whine about their bad and wrong opinions on emo music I would go on Reddit . Which is fitting because he QUOTED A REDDIT MODERATOR

#where are your boys tonight

[in3rci4]

maybe you could do TBP boys x GN reader who is always serious and calm and doesn't have the habit of smiling, smiling for the first time

Thank you for the request and for giving an idea too 😊🥹 ! I appreciate it , hope it's not too bad ❤️‍🩹

" And then they smiled , that's what i'm after . A smile on their eyes , the sound of their laugher"

The title comes from a small piece of the lyrics of the song " Drift away" from Steven Universe

Prompt : The Black Phone boys reaction at the reader who's always serious and calm , smile and laugh for the first time

Characters included: Vance Hopper , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Robin Arellano , Griffin Stagg , Finney Blake

WARNINGS !! : Character x reader content , no use of y/n , idk what else to say , Gn ! Reader , Reader might have some backstory I guess ¿? maybe a mix of Fluff and Angst ¿? Some gonna be shorter than others

Vance Hopper

You two knew each other for some time now , you were home schooled not so long ago so you didn't had an idea of Pin Ball Vance Hopper reputation . The moment the teacher assigned the both of you for a project , you weren't walking on eggshells like everybody else did with him while talking , you didn't expect anything from him , for you , Vance was just ... Vance . That's the exact reason why you befriend him in no time , your non judgmental personality , and you were completely unaware he wasn't like this with anyone , anyone but you . Even if your words were nice and honest he noticed how cautious you were with your movements and expressions , he thought it was weird at first , your voice didn't matched with the look in your face in his opinion , but Vance got used to it pretty quick , he's not a smiley guy either , he was ... A little more grumpy person than you . Just like usual , in the weekend you would stay by his side watching him play his Pin Ball game , and also making sure he didn't beat anyone if anything went wrong with it , but those are details . You got hungry and decided to buy Mrs Ellen a small snack bag , when you went back to the side of the machine ( not too close to possibly bump it though ) he started to get close to beating his high score . You gasped in excitement and then he heard the sound of the machine saving his new record on the top of it . Vance let go of the arcade game machine and started to shake you excited as well by your arms , you doing the exact same thing with the snack bag still in your hands

" You did it Vance , you finally beat your high score !"

You said with a smile while laughing of enjoyment

" See !? Told ya , told ya I would fucking beat that shit , didn't I !? "

You kept laughing and smiling from the happiness of had seen it happening after so long , so many failed tries were worth for this day to happen . Vance in the other hand stopped moving your body to stare at you instead .

You were smiling , smiling in a genuine , happy and .... He would say in a beautiful way too . Is this how you look like when you're happy ? The real you ?

Maybe he should try to get you to smile more often .

Confused about the sudden change of attitude you asked him with a small giggle

" Vance , are you ok ? "

Yes , he would be ok , as long as you are with him for a little longer like this .

Bruce Yamada

He was a popular and loved guy , he didn't had trouble hanging with almost everybody in school, and Bruce didn't have to do any effort in finding someone to date either . And yet , a particular classmate of his , you , was the one that had all his attention . A person that minded their own business and never had smile in front of anybody before , and still looks like a magazine model .

Bruce wanted to get close to you for years , but he never had the opportunity , ironically , he never had the courage to go straight at you and tell how good looking you are , you look so serious that you kinda scared him , but not enough to stop liking you .

The biology teacher didn't had a clue how happy he made Bruce the day he paired you and him in a project for the science , finally he could have his opportunity , his chance with you . Dying of anxiety inside like his first baseball game , he asked you

" Hey , I know we never talked before and stuff , but would you like to stop at my house tomorrow to speed up things ? For the project , you know ? Maybe we could go out somewhere in the weekend if everything goes well "

Looking into his eyes and with suspicion in yours you asked as well

" As a date ?"

He wasn't expecting you to be straightforward as well , so he fidget with his fingers a little and with a nervous yet bright smile he said

" Yeah , I mean , if you want to of course "

The recess bell rang and everybody stood up to be free again , you grabbed your book and walked towards the door , but before you leave you said looking at him

" it's a date then "

With a smile that could've killed Bruce if he didn't want to stay alive to see you tomorrow , God bless the biology teachers man .

Billy Showalter

His dog Harper was Billy's loyal companion , a very well behaved girl too , never biting things that she shouldn't , no barking unless there's danger or she's commanded to , not jumping into people in excitement , in general , a really good girl . The mornings delivering News Papers are much better with her by his side , at that hour people are still processing their awakening and there's little people on the street , but the ones that are outside never got a complain about her , in fact , they usually want to ask for permission to pet her instead . Lately someone that he seen outside at early morning was you , sometimes with groceries in your hand , sometimes only walking by yourself . You were one of Billy's classmate , but he doesn't talk with anybody in it , at least not anymore , and you were no exception . Sometimes he founds himself staring at you and then snapping out of it , trying to ignore whatever feeling he had to do such thing , but something about you , that mysterious unexpressive charm , the stern look in your eyes , is something that he can't quite describe with words and is afraid of digging for a definition in his mind . Unfortunately for this boy one of those mornings you decided to walk your rescued male dog and Harper for the first time ran away towards the dog to meet him , both with waggy happy tails sniffing each other . Billy stops his bike at a mailbox and runs towards her , to you

" Harper ! Harper ! I'm Sorry , she's never like that , I don't know what's up with her "

The female dog comes close to you waiting to be petted , and you were more than happy to give her what she wanted

" it's ok , she's a really good girl , she just wanted to meet the new handsome boy here "

Billy knew you were referring about your dog , but his stupid brain still made his cheeks burn from the blush , why's he's being like this ?

Harper licks your hand and you giggle from the tickle feeling in your palm , you smile , and he smiles too . More pleased about the morning you said

" You want me to walk with you while you deliver your papers ? Then we can both take the dogs for a walk "

Something more mysterious about you was how quickly you made Billy accepted the fact once for all about his crush about you , maybe the moment your face light up with your smile enchanted him

" Yeah , I don't mind , Harper hasn't seen that many dogs around anyway "

Harper always helping him in the simple things , she's for sure getting a special treat today after you're gone .

Robin Arellano

He may not seem like that , but he's a person with a good memory and remembers a bunch of people even they don't remember him ( Difficult to say since almost everybody in school knows his name ) . He remembers you from elementary school , Robin thought you were the cute one of the class , although his classmates prefer to call you the " quiet " one . He noticed how you never changed , always focusing on your studies and never smiling , not even for the photos , not even for politeness , always keeping your expressions neutral and seriousness in your way of acting .

Life crossed your paths the day a bully that didn't find his victim who didn't showed up in school decided to go after you instead , poor choice of decision , because Robin did , he showed up , and beat him up .

After he was done , he walked on his way to the boy's bathroom , but you stopped him , and Robin was deep down afraid he messed up things instead of making them better between both of you

" Robin ! "

Trying to keep his cool when he hears your voice behind him , he turns around and responds

" yeah ?"

Without finding more words to describe your gratitude , you kept it simple and said with a gentle smile

" Thank you "

Yes ! He did impressed you ! It was all damn worth it !

" No problem "

Robin walked again feeling like the main character of an action movie , and you smiled at him too ? You ? The good looking and serious you ? Nah he ain't forgetting this day for nothing !

Finney Blake

This year he wasn't sitting alone on the back on the class , well , he was still on the back on the class , but he was sharing his desk this time , with you . Finney had to admit it was hella awkward , I mean , he can't complain that much since it could be worse or Finney himself is too much of a shy guy to start a conversation or keep it on with a stranger . You , his desk mate , never talked to him , not even once , and your cold serious personality didn't make things easier , the two of you introverts , teachers never had to complain about the noise that you guys could make in class . A regular day in math class the teacher talked about the possibility of numbers being negative and being under the 0 , this got the interest of the students because it was something relatively new so far .

Finney murmured to himself casually

" Damn , not even numbers can't stay positive "

It was a bad joke ? Yes , but it was so unexpected he stole a snort and giggle from you , you had to shut yourself up with your hand or else more laughing would be heard by the teacher .

In Finney's opinion it was a terrible one , he's not even that funny , he was surprised yet amused at your sudden change of expression . Maybe he could push his a little further ?

" I guess we can't be negative if we just started "

You stopped from escaping a laugh from your mouth once again , maybe Finney couldn't see your complete smile , but your half closed happy eyes got his ego fly over the roof .

They say " stay with the one that makes you laugh "

So don't worry , laugh all you want from now on , he's good at math anyway , he can always teach you if you got too distracted for him .

Not like Finney minds your company at all .

Griffin Stagg

The day he saw you smile after 2 years of watching you keeping your face as unexpressed as possible , was the day a older group of bullies bumped into him , and God , he was so fine with being invisible for other students and not dealing with being a punch bag , that he tried to run away before they could do anything . Stronger and experts on making kid's lives hell , they grabbed his shirt and started to mock him and test him in front of everybody in the cafeteria . Griffin didn't say anything , he couldn't , or else it would be worse , he knows that like the back of his hand . 3 tall dudes , 1 grabbing his shirt , 2 grabbing each of the boy's arms , it seemed like everything was lost , but you pulled up the one in front of Griffin by the shirt and tucked him to the ground . The two boys left pushed Griffin to the ground as well , and went straight to attack you .

But you dodge all of them easily .

After giving the whole cafeteria a show to watch , the boys got up and swore that it wasn't over , but you couldn't care less . You walked towards Griffin and offered him your hand , he stays still without knowing what to say or do more than stare in confusion , until he spoke

" Thank you ... For helping me "

With a big bright smile that didn't fit someone like you , so serious and capable of defeating 3 guys , you responded

" It's nothing , now get up Griff "

Griff ? No one has called him like that before . But , it doesn't sound bad , right ? He kinda likes the nickname .

#the black phone #tbp headcanons #tbp fandom #tbp #the black phone x reader #finney blake #bruce yamada #billy showalter #griffin stagg #robin arellano #vance hopper #finney blake x reader #robin arellano x reader #vance hopper x reader #billy showalter x reader #tbp griffin #bruce yamada x reader

[chickenparm]

Never Have I Ever (Childe/afab!Reader) (1)

Silence settles, the stars spin in the sky, and the moonlight glints off the fire-water as Childe’s cheeks burn bright and he takes a quick pull from the bottle. Your mouth falls open, and you hurriedly push yourself to sit upright, the world shifting on its axis thanks to your inebriated vertigo. “You’re kidding.” “I took a drink, didn’t I?”

AO3 Link Next Part (TBP)

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Childe/afab!Reader (part 1 can be read as gn!Reader) 5,549 Words - NSFW (virgin!Childe, handjobs, blowjobs, first kiss, first.... everything, mentions of alcohol, mild somnophilia for about 45 seconds)

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If a friend will join you outside in the bitter cold to drink Fire-Water and chat together, you know they're the kind of person you want with you on the battlefield.

That’s the simplest explanation for how you ended up here, sprawled in the grass near some unknown lake at night, the stars of Liyue above you, a bottle clutched in your hand as you hold it out for the young man at your side. Your joints ache a bit after your last bout of sparring with him, and you’re certain he’s faring no better, but the fire-water being passed back and forth dulls it all down. 

It’s not bitterly cold. In fact, it’s the time of year where Liyue’s nights are balmy, almost even a bit sticky with humidity. But Childe had pulled you aside before you left from your little mock fight, asking if you wanted to sit back and unwind with him for a bit before the two of you went your separate ways for however long. 

And he’d looked so earnest, full of anticipation like he expected you to say no, that you couldn’t do anything but readily agree and follow him to wherever he carted you off to. 

Childe gulps down a sip from the bottle, then lets out a quick sigh as if he were refreshed rather than cringing from the harsh drink. Carefully, he passes it back to you, and when you don’t take it right away with your sluggish movements, he pointedly takes your hand with his own and wraps your fingers around the neck of the bottle. 

“Calling it quits already, huh?”

“Not used to drinking,” you answer, pressing a palm to one eye to stop the stars from spinning above your head. “I’m out of practice.”

“It’s not as if you forget how to have a drink. Maybe you’ve never had one at all,” Childe taunts you, pushing up on one elbow to look down at your serene expression, the gentle rocking of the world making you a bit sleepy. You know it’s an obvious bait to get you to try and defend yourself, but there’s little point in it. 

But you do jab back, just a little. “I’ve had enough. You’re the one that’s probably lacking in life experiences.”

It’s weak, but you don’t miss the way his expression shuts down for a moment until he can figure out how he wants to respond to that. A nerve has been hit, and you slowly turn your head to look up at him fully, alert now that your attention has been drawn in. “You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not,” Childe promises, and it’s an empty one. “I’ve had plenty of life experiences. More than you, I’m sure.”

“Oh, yeah?” Now you’re curious, unable to get a hold on your slippery, drunk impulses. “Alright, since you wanna be a kid about it, let’s be kids. Never have I ever. Sound familiar?”

“Are you going to make me sing nursery rhymes, too?” Childe settles a little deeper on that elbow, shoulder pressing up into his cheek until his right eye squints from the pudge. “Fine, since I’m so immature in your eyes. Loser takes a drink.”

A slow grin crawls across your face. You abandon the bottle, pushing it back to Childe as your hands lace across your stomach and you start off with a quick jab, intending to follow it up with something a little more hard-hitting. “Never have I ever had sex.”

Silence settles, the stars spin in the sky, and the moonlight glints off the fire-water as Childe’s cheeks burn bright and he takes a quick pull from the bottle. Your mouth falls open, and you hurriedly push yourself to sit upright, the world shifting on its axis thanks to your inebriated vertigo. “You’re kidding.”

“I took a drink, didn’t I?”

“You could’ve been thirsty. Never have I ever had sex,” you say it again, looking down at him as he whips his head to the side and takes another sip, avoiding your direct gaze. Just to make sure, you lean closer. “Never have I ever had sex-”

“Stop saying it, you’re cheating. I’m not drinking for that one.”

“I mean, unless you got laid in the last 5 seconds, you have to,” you point out, and he gives you a withering glare this time. No longer shying away from you, he takes another sip that’s even quicker, barely wetting his lips. “You’re really serious. Not even once?”

Childe doesn’t answer, but his knuckles are bleached white with the grip he has on the bottle, something unfamiliar on his face. You want to say it’s embarrassment, but you’re not even familiar with what that looks like on him. Childe is normally so unabashed and confident that up until now, you were convinced he didn’t even know how to be embarrassed. 

It’s his turn now, but you disregard it in favor of pressing onward. “Never have I ever had a handjob.”

The liquid sloshes as he takes a drink, and all the air leaves your lungs in a disbelieving huff. No way is he that green, right? Childe travels the world, doing all sorts of unscrupulous things, and he’s still a virgin? Taking your turn again, you ask with sudden quietness, “Never have I ever been kissed.”

Childe’s throat bobs with another sip. Your lungs empty in astonishment. This cannot be allowed to continue. 

“I’m going to kiss you. Right now, it’s about to happen, so put the bottle down.”

Before he can even contemplate doing what you asked, you’re already leaning forward to cradle the back of his head with your hand and press your lips to his own. It’s as you expected. Childe stiffens, unresponsive as his exhale trembles across your cheek. Despite this, you don’t pull away. There’s ample room for him to do so, but instead he just does… nothing. 

Nothing at all. After that initial sigh, he doesn’t even breathe, doesn’t even move as you tilt your head a little to the right, slotting your mouth more neatly against his own in an attempt to coax him to do something. Push you away or try to reciprocate, you don’t mind which. 

The longer it goes on, the more you start to second-guess that this was a bad idea. It just struck you as some kind of cosmic injustice that someone like Childe had gone unkissed for this long. Maybe it makes a little sense - he’s certainly busy enough to not mess around. But not even casually? Not once?

You find it hard to believe. But he did take the drink, and there’s no way he’d concede to defeat if there was any way he could fight his way back. Getting him to admit he’s a complete virgin must have been a crushing blow. 

Just as your grip on his hair loosens and you’re ready to call it quits, his chin tilts up. The first tentative step to doing anything, and he opts to very carefully reciprocate. The first few movements are an obvious mimicry of your own, using what he’s immediately learned to try and keep up with you, even if you’re going painfully slow about it all. 

Childe inhales deeply, breathes you in before the tiniest sound leaves from the bottom of his chest, the base of his lungs, into you like a quick hit of his own. Childe tastes like fire-water and something vaguely sweet, and you relish it as he nearly whimpers when you nip at his lower lip. Pulling back, you take in the state of him; flushed, eyes wide, lips parted in quiet awe. And it strokes your ego, just a little. 

He must have enjoyed it, and you’re just glad you were able to give him a good one to start him off. Childe doesn’t say anything beyond a little mhm when you mention you’re going back into the city. It’s not as if you expected him to walk you there or anything like that, but it’s odd that he stares listlessly out toward the water as you get up and dust your clothing off. 

It’s a shame you won’t see him for another week. 

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And that week comes and goes. You briefly leave Liyue to head to Mondstadt for a few errands, catching up with some of your oldest friends before wasting an entire day lounging about Dawn Winery. Armed with a bottle of Diluc’s finest vintage, you return to Liyue with little fanfare in the dark of the night. 

You’ve missed your usual meetup with Childe by at least twelve hours. It’s not the first time, and you’ll just make up for it next week by letting him use his delusion, or beating the hell out of him until blood is running from his nose and staining his teeth and there’s a look in his eye that almost scares you. 

As you lay in the dirt between two rows of grapes, staring up at the sky that seems more blue in Mondstadt, you wonder when it was that you started to notice little things like that about him. 

You’ve always known he had a sort of battle-induced mania, but when were you able to perfectly imagine the giddy laughter that wheezes from him when you land a good hit to his diaphragm? When did you memorize the way his arms sprawl from his sides as he collapses back on the ground and concedes you’ve gotten the best of him? How long have you been able to calculate the precise milliseconds it takes for his pupils to dilate when he realizes he’s about to beat you?

Ugh, what a pain. 

The lamps light your way as you make your way through the streets to the inn you’ve held your long-standing reservation at. Paid in advance, you find comfort in knowing that there’s always somewhere in Teyvat that you can call your own space, even for a little while. The key is at the bottom of your bag after having been gone for the past week, and you have to take a moment to fish it out in the darkness of the hallway. 

The room is just as dark, and you make for the window immediately to open it and allow some of the moonlight in. The first beam of it through the cracked shutters lands across Childe who is laying sideways on your bed, legs over the end, hands laced together behind his head. He’d been waiting - and now he’s sleeping. 

Eyes closed and breath coming in slow rises and falls, he doesn’t even stir as you approach silently and stand over him. His jacket is tossed to the side, crumpled near the pillows on your bed with the metal accessories snagging on the cases. Both feet are squarely on the floor, keeping his boots from dirtying your bedspread. Considerate of him, you note. 

But there’s a reason he’s here, a reason he came to wait for you rather than accept an extra week of waiting. So you reach out and prod a finger into his stomach at the little window of skin near his belly button. It’s warm and firm; not entirely unexpected with the way he lives his life. Surely someone from Snezhnaya has to run a little hotter than most. 

Childe stirs, nose scrunching in irritation at being bothered. It’s cute, you think, so you poke him again, letting your fingertip press a little more insistently into the smallest peek of his hip bone over his waistband and belt. Childe snores a bit in response, a quick little huff that gives you pause and makes your lips curl in a smile. 

Still a pain, but he’s kinda cute. Really cute, actually. How embarrassing for you. 

Giving up for now, you cross your arms and look down at him as he selfishly makes himself at home. At least if he were laying the other way, you could lay with him and try to get some sleep. For now, you make a sound of annoyance with your tongue and teeth before turning around to quietly unpack the few belongings you brought with you, and to safely place Childe’s wine on the table. 

Very pointedly, you avoid thinking about how you brought back no other souvenirs for anyone else. Xiangling will be put out, and Zhongli will subtly try to guilt you before you mention his gifts are the meals you keep unwillingly treating him to. Yaoyao will be insufferably sweet and tell you that it’s A-Okay! 

Having stalled for enough time, you turn back around to see if your movements did anything to wake him. Unfortunately not, you realize immediately, and he seems almost more comfortable than he’d been when you first approached. Comfortable enough to have unlaced his hands and thrown an arm over his face, the other arm tossed to the side to take up even more previous real estate. 

The exasperation is almost distracting enough that you don’t notice the outline in his lap, laying across to the right with enough definition to be unmistakable. Your fingertips tingle with an unheeded urge, and you clench them into fists as you hear your own words knocking against every corner of your brain. Never have I ever had sex, never have I ever been kissed, never have I ever had a-

It’s wrong, already you know it and you haven’t even let the thought fully form. There’s no telling what he came here for. For all you know, he could have come by to tell you that he didn’t appreciate you kissing him like that, even if he had reciprocated. That doesn’t mean much, especially after having time to think on it, and you’ll profusely apologize if it comes to that. 

But his cock grows harder, his stomach tensing a little as the softest huff leaves his lungs. What’s he dreaming of? Maybe it’s something mundane and this is just a normal reaction to nightly cycles. Or maybe he’s just that damn repressed that he dreams of an act he’s never partaken in before. 

The floorboards creak under your knees as you lower to them, your hands curling around his thighs to steady yourself. You’ll just touch him a little through the fabric, make him feel nice in those dreams of his, then apologize a thousand times in the morning when he awakens and you confess immediately. 

The firmness of his length seeps into the pads of your fingers as you run them from tip to base, gauging his length with bated breath. As you map out what you’re not allowing yourself to fully see, you fixate on the smallest damp spot on the fabric of his pants where his pre cum already soaks in. Enraptured, you run your thumb over it and push in until it spreads, enough to slick your finger. 

The taste of him blooms on your taste buds as you press your thumb to your tongue. Closing your lips around the digit, you stare at the bulge in his pants and already feel your willpower crumbling. Just over the fabric, you try to remind yourself, but the buckle of his belt seems so easy to open.

But also, if this would be the first time someone puts their mouth on him, you want him to be awake for it. You want to see how his fingers grab the sheets to steady himself, his lip pulled between his teeth. If you’re going to do this for him, you want him to look you in the eye with all the desperation he can muster. 

Just like he’s doing right now. 

You freeze, saliva still pooling on your tongue from the salty taste that you’d stolen for yourself. The arm over his face had darkened things enough that you hadn’t noticed the way his eyes cracked open and his gaze trained on you with enraptured anticipation. He’s awake and he’s watching you, he’s waiting for something to happen. Anything. And so are you. 

Childe cracks first, arm sliding over his eyes as if he wants to hide, his lip slipping from between his teeth as he whispers a quiet, “C’mon…”

More than once, he’s used that same little phrase to egg you on in a fight when you’re not giving it your all. To use it now, in this context, is like a blow to your psyche that you have trouble recovering from in any meaningful way. You brace yourself with your hands on his thighs, eyes staring up his body at his covered face. In the shadows you can see the darkness of his blush, his throat bobbing with a harsh swallow, the fingers on his hand flexing rhythmically. 

Anticipation, desire, and no small amount of nervousness. You don’t blame him - it is his first time with this, after all. 

So, you slow down a little. Rather than grab at him and yank his clothes off to sate your own desires, you nail it into your head that this is hardly for you. You’ll enjoy it deeply, but everything going forward needs to be framed with him in mind. 

Especially if you want him to come back. Luring him to return to you to finish out what you’ve started by taking it all from him requires a bit of lavishing on your part. Something about the idea of being his first - his only - burrows into your every thought. How you’re the only one who has kissed him, tasted him, and hopefully will be the only one to feel him. It’s more enticing than any battle with him could hope to be. 

Childe tenses when your fingers reach his belt, and stays that way until you’ve worked it free and unclasp the fastenings. There’s no point removing anything further than what you need, and as cute as his blush is, you really don’t want him distracted by his own nakedness. This will do just fine, you think as your labor pays off and you open his pants enough for his cock to spring free off its own tension. 

The tip glistens with the smears of his own readiness, and even your inhales are tinged with the same saltiness that you’d tasted only moments ago. It takes more than a single swallow for you to fight back your saliva, and only when you’re prepared do you look up at him curiously and finally pressure him for a little more than being a passive participant. 

“Wanna keep going?” 

One blue eye looks at you, near-crazed as it’s complemented by the red of his cheeks and the dots of his freckles interspersed through the flush. “Don’t stop. Am I dreaming?”

Childe doesn’t want you to stop, then asks you a question that requires you to pause. A silly train of thought, but by the way his cock twitches suspiciously close to the timing of a heartbeat, you think there aren’t very many thoughts going on in there at all. “Do you dream about this sort of thing often enough for that to be a worry of yours?”

“You have no idea.” It’s said with a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. Childe almost sounds wry - dejected even. Elation blooms in your stomach alongside arousal when you realize you might already have him on the ropes and you just never noticed. Did he ever pop one while fighting you? Next time you’ll pay better attention. 

Slowly, first tucking the base against the webbing of your thumb, you wrap your fingers around him one by one. Avoiding the head for now, you simply give him a little squeeze and watch the way he’s already ruined from what amounts to hardly anything at all. The amused huff you make breezes against his cock, and you provide him one more squeeze, stroking up a bit at the same time until another pretty bead of his pre cum wells at his tip. 

When your tongue drags against the slit, Childe’s hips buck up from the bed with startling speed, the hand he had flung to the side slapping palm-down on the mattress. Just as swift, your palm presses against his hip bone, grasping at it to push him down again while murmuring, “Relax. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not?”

Childe’s voice shakes. Both eyes peek down at you now, and perhaps he thinks this is still a dream. Always so stalwart and confident, and all it took to reduce him to uneven footing was to tease the tip of his cock. With slow movements, you stroke your hand along him now, feeling with your palm how he instinctively tries to roll his hips up to meet each one. 

Celestia themselves wouldn’t be able to drag you away from him right now. You’d be damned before you even entertained the thought of not seeing this through. 

“I’m gonna use my mouth on you, is that alright?”

“Is that alright?” Childe’s head lifts, disbelief as plain on his face as the blush he’s relentlessly carrying. “You’re killing me. I’ve been thinking about this since we met and you’re asking if it’s alright?”

Well, you were trying to be considerate, but that’s out the window and replaced with the knowledge that Childe has been lusting - or maybe pining? - after you for months. Months. How many of those dreams has he had? Instead of asking about it, you shelf it for later and instead lean forward to firmly press his tip against your tongue once more. 

Your lips wrap around him next, pouting around the ridge of his head to hold him there while your tongue swirls in lazy circles. Childe fills your mouth rather nicely as you take him further, pushing your tongue to the bottom with each bob of your head that works more and more past your lips. It takes all your effort to focus on making things feel good rather than the litany of sounds he’s making above you. 

Childe doesn’t even muffle them. He doesn’t bother to cover his mouth, or keep his volume down as he moans your name, little pleas, prayers to a god he doesn’t specify but you suspect it’s the one he serves. Does worshipping him like this count as an offering to the Tsaritsa? His cock nudges the back of your throat as his voice cracks in a tortured groan, and you think you’d be just fine making this sort of pilgrimage more than once. 

The weight of him drags against your tongue, slick with your saliva and his own copious excitement. It coats your lips, drips down your chin, dirties you in a way that only riles you further. And through it all he still hasn’t touched you, hasn’t crossed that boundary despite having your mouth on his cock. Not for lack of wanting; you see the way his fingers flex and the muscles of his forearms twitch and relax with each abandoned movement. 

Blindly, you reach up with one hand for his own, instead of pulling it toward your head. Childe meets you halfway, letting you guide his hand toward your head in silent invitation. You want him to be a little more forceful, more active in taking his pleasure rather than just laying there and receiving it. But he doesn’t grab at you, doesn’t push or pull you to increase your pace. 

Rather, Childe’s hand drifts down the side of your face, cupping your jaw and brushing his thumb over the bulge in your cheek from him filling your mouth. Childe pushes a little, feeling himself move inside, and a little expression of satisfaction moves across his face. And you get it now. 

He’s not just laying there and taking it because he’s unsure, but because he wants to be lavished upon. Childe is enjoying having you do as you please. Probably as much as he’s enjoying feeling the goosebumps rising along your skin in the wake of his thumb’s movements. 

Fine, you think. If he wants you to have all the control, then you’re just fine with that. For a moment longer, you bask in the slow tenderness before you close your eyes and push forward. Just as your throat instinctively gags around him, Childe makes a choked sound from above, and you treasure that single noise. It’s going to keep you company in your head for a long, long time. 

The pace you set is steady, your focus narrowed in on how deep to take him before your reflexes protest. It’s surprising how easily he comes apart for you, hips straining up against your hand until you throw your forearm over his hips to keep him from getting too greedy. The hand on your jaw falls away, gripping his own thigh until his knuckles are white and you’re sure he’s giving himself bruises that you’d like to see later. 

Every sound feels like a little victory, and you’re glad to keep winning and winning until he completely surrenders. His head snaps up, eyes looking down at you with wild eyes that say more than his stammering could ever hope to. You know he’s there, he’s about to finish, and you’re more than happy to spoil him by taking him to the base and letting that first pulse hit the back of your tongue. 

And another, and another, each accompanied by a tortured sort of groan that he couldn’t hope to stifle even if he bothered to try. You’re so, so glad he doesn’t. If the knowledge that no one has done this to him before wasn’t enough of a reward, then those unfettered sounds would do just fine. But you have both, and you’re immensely satisfied as you let his cock fall from your mouth, wet and heavy and starting to soften. 

On your knees, you stay there for just a little longer as his breath heaves with deep breaths, his eyes stare unseeing somewhere on the ceiling. The hair across his forehead has fallen back, leaving nothing for him to hide behind even if he wanted to. If he even tried, you’d force him back out. But he doesn’t, and you’re allowed to crawl up the bed to settle next to him, leaning your weight on one hand while the other reaches forward to cup his jaw and stroke his cheek in the same manner he’d done for you. 

Words well up from your chest but none of them feel quite right. So, you say nothing at all, and just watch as his mind works to bring itself back together. It feels as if the entire night’s passed before his tongue darts out to wet his lips and he asks, “Still not a dream?”

“Not this time, no,” you tease, pinching his cheek a little. Wiping your mouth on your sleeve, just to be safe, you bend down and press a kiss to his cheek. “Tell me the next time you have one, though. I’m interested how it’ll go now that you’ve had the real thing.”

Childe’s short laugh is more surprised than anything, and he finally looks at you with clarity in his eyes and the remnants of his blush on his cheeks. “They haven’t been anywhere close to that. Not even a little.”

And maybe you’re a little proud of that. Self-satisfaction blooms in your chest as you gently pinch his jaw. “Good to hear. Go clean yourself up, then come to bed. Whatever you were waiting to talk to me about can wait a little longer ‘til morning.”

With a little groan, he gets up and wanders off to the bathroom without any further direction. You’re glad he doesn’t question your executive decision for him to stay here for the evening. It’d be a little embarrassing to explain that you want to know if he’s a cuddler or not. 

When he returns, he’s far less dressed than when he left. His shirt, boots, and pants are abandoned, and he avoids your eyes as he slides into bed with you with little fanfare. It’s strange how you’ve begun to notice these little habits about him when he’s in a situation he’s unsure of. The quiet avoidance, the stalwart attempt to pretend nothing is amiss. It’s cute. 

Childe is cute, and that thought isn’t as annoying as it had been during your lazy day at Dawn Winery.

When things fall silent and he’s laying stiff as a board by your side, you make another sweeping decision that this is not about to be an awkward night. You sucked his dick for gods’ sake, the least he can do is spoon you. So with a huff, you roll away from him and back yourself up until you’re pressed against him, then clear your throat a little. 

Blessedly, he takes the hint. 

Childe has grappled with you many times. None of them are in this context, but you’re surprisingly used to the feeling of his chest against your back as he slides an arm around your waist and molds himself to your form. With a little wiggle, you get comfortable, and his arm tightens around you. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Move so much?” Childe says it as a question, like he’s asking himself if that’s what he meant. Obviously not. “My dick is against your ass, you know what you’re doing. Don’t play with me.”

And for the first time tonight, you realize you’ve done something to him without purpose. Really, you had only been getting comfortable, making sure the two of you were nestled together nicely. Despite your gnawing hunger for wanting more from him tonight, you weren’t going to push for it. No, you wanted him to come back for it. 

You want him to ask for more. 

So, you quietly apologize and fall still, and the sigh against your shoulder is one of relief. Childe’s nose brushes along your skin for just a moment before he lets his head fall to the pillow the two of you are sharing. Less awkward now, you think. But he’s still pretty tense behind you, so you bring a hand to the arm around you and start to idly run your fingertips against his skin. 

In little increments, he concedes his nerves. 

“Actually, I don’t want to wait until morning,” Childe murmurs, so quietly you wonder if he’s practicing his words before he says them to you. But he doesn’t repeat them, so you just nod along and let him get things out. “I was going to say something when we met up today, but you weren’t there.”

It’s not said as a jab or out of hurt, it’s just a simple fact. The two of you hold odd schedules sometimes. Childe swallows audibly, coming to the point where he actually has to say what this is about. “Are we together now?”

Your teeth sink into your cheek as you inflict pain on yourself to keep from laughing in surprise. Maybe you should have waited on sucking him off. Surely that didn’t help his confusion on the matter. Only when you’re confident you can sound normal and not amused, you ask, “Because I kissed you?”

“Well, yeah. That was my original reasoning but then, y’know…” Childe trails off, then clears his throat a little. “If you don’t want to, then say so. I’m not the type to hold a grudge if you really only did all of this because you felt bad for me.”

“Now you think I kissed you and sucked your dick because I felt bad?” Now you sound amused, as much as you don’t want to. Really, this situation needs to be handled with a little more care. But Childe has never really liked being coddled anyway, so… “No, I didn’t do it ‘cause I pitied you. I did it because you’re cute, and I think it’s a shame you haven’t done any of this yet. And I find it kind of hot that I’ve gotten to be your first a few times now.”

Childe is silent for an eerily long time. At first you think maybe he’s fallen asleep, but his breath has picked up a little and you feel something twitch against your backside. No, definitely not asleep. Maybe even more awake than ever. There’s a slight tremor in his voice as he asks, “You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, honestly I wished I’d kissed you sooner but I didn’t have a very good excuse.”

“You don’t need an excuse to kiss me,” Childe’s voice is all steadiness now, his arm wrapping tighter, your backside pressing against the unmistakable rigidity of his growing cock. “Could do it again. If you wanted, of course–”

“I will,” you promise, and his lungs expand against your back in excitement that you quickly temper back down. “In the morning. And then tomorrow evening you’re going to take me to dinner and we’ll have a nice date. Then we’ll go back to your place or mine, and we’ll play it by ear.”

Something brushes against the back of your shoulder through your shirt. You think it’s just him moving, getting comfortable, but then you can feel his words against your skin as he mumbles, “Yeah, okay. I can do that.” 

“...Never have I ever been on a date?”

Even without seeing it, you can feel Childe’s sheepish smile as he doesn’t answer you. 

#mind the a/n for content tags #tartaglia #childe #genshin impact #genshin #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #f!reader #afab!reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia/reader #childe/reader #reader-insert #nsft #mdni

[kaylinlmao]

could you do yandere! poly! TBP boys x reader when someone is sexually harassing you (I only say this because I need some more comfort while this is going on)

I'm so sorry that this is happening. The world is fuxked up. I'll try to make it super long to maybe make you smile. That's all I wanna do with these stories is make friends and make people smile! 😁 everyone in this fic is 18+

As I was walking down the halls, I heard someone whistle and say "looking good baby. Come down to my house. I'll show you what good sex is really like" He grabbed my arm and I saw it was Moose, the school bully. "No thank you." I said quietly, pulling my arm away from his grasp and walking off. "Why not? You already have 5 boyfriends! How can you even keep track, you slut?" I looked at the ground and ran out the double doors at the front of the building. I feel yucky. My arm doesn't feel good. He squeezed it too hard. I go slide down the wall on the side of the school.

He's right. I am a slut. I'm dating 5 boys. Billy, Bruce, Vance, Robin, and Finney. I never thought it was wrong to love so many people. My mom always said that I had a big heart full of love and that I should share it. So I do. She supports our poly relationship entirely. Even if my boyfriends do act a little weird, I still love them! Is that wrong? I understand that they don't act. Normal. I've had boyfriends before. I don't know where those guys went by the way. I woke up one morning to the news saying that they were missing and two weeks later they were found off the side of the freeway downtown.

I never really thought about it but over the past couple weeks they've been acting really off. I think I'll just avoid them until they move on to another girl. Yeah. Hailey says they're toxic anyways. The next day, Moose did the same thing. Asked me to go with him to the janitors closet, I declined, he called me a slut and a whore. I know, Moose. I know. The avoiding the boys wasn't going too good. I have at least one class with them everyday and they always demand I sit by them. Why would they want a slut to sit by them? Why would they want to date a whore?

I sat next to Donna in all the classes I had with her. Everything went smoothly until my class with Vance. I was sitting next to a girl named Maddi, who I had hung out with a couple of times when I saw Vance hovering over the desk. "You're in my seat." He said. "No she isn't! I want to sit by her today! I sit by you everyday!" I butted in. "Its OK, Y/N. I can move." Maddi said. "Yeah, Maddi here can move." Just then the teacher walked in. "Have a seat over here Vance." She said. It was a seat at the back farthest from the door. Perfect! Maddi and I were sitting at the desk closest to the door. That means I can sneak out of class before he can grab me!

After class was over, I got up and bolted out the door. As I was pushing through the doors to go outside, someone grabbed my wrist. Robin. He dragged me around the building to where the rest of them were. "Hey, I really have to go. I have a lot of homework" "Why have you been avoiding us, pretty girl?" Billy asked. "I haven't been!" "You have!" Vance said. "No I haven't! You guys have been avoiding me!" As they looked at each other confused, I took my chance to bolt. You are diabolical, Y/N. Absolutely diabolical. I got to my house and ran up to my room, shutting and locking the door. As I turned, I saw them climbing through my window.

"How did you get here so damn fast?!" "We ran, doll. You walked." I rolled my eyes. "Now, princesa. Cut the attitude and tell us why you've been avoiding us." "I wanna break up" I whispered. "What? No!" I heard a chorus of. "Why, baby?" Finney asked, looking heartbroken. I had a soft spot for all of them and I couldn't stand them getting hurt. Finney started to cry. I layed on the bed, his head buried in my neck and me stroking his hair "No no no. Finn, I'm sorry. I don't really wanna break up. It's just, Moose was sexually harassing me and calling me a slut so I figured it would be best to break up. And you guys are kinda toxic."

Finney looked at me with doe eyes. "Please don't leave us angel. We're sorry. We'll be better, right guys?" I felt so bad when Bruce said, "yeah darling. We'll be better." "And we'll help deal with Moose." Vance added. "Please don't leave us." Finney said again. "Ok." I sighed. "I won't leave you." "Ever?" "Ever" I agreed.

Little did I know that Finney was smirking over my shoulder.

Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

#billy showalter #yandere billy showalter #billy showalter x reader #robin arellano #finney x robin x reader #yandere robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #finbin #finney blake #yandere finney blake #finney blake x reader #rinney #bruce x vance #brance #yandere bruce yamada #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #yandere vance hopper #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #yandere the black phone x reader #yandere the black phone #the black phone x reader

[raytorosaurus]

can you pls explain to me what happened on tbp tour? i know the recording was bleak with the haunted manor and all that, but i keep hearing little things about the tour and i can't seem to find any information on google?? like some ppl on here have mentioned some things about frank's health and that he was on pills so idk if it was a drug issue or a chronic illness thing?? i think g and mikey suffered a lot of mental health stuff?? just please gimme the run down?! i love u

okay so this might get a little long so i’m putting it under a cut but basically in summary: they are insane. they’d already put themselves through a lot of emotional pressure writing the album in a haunted mansion where their producer was encouraging psychological warfare among them, and then they threw themselves into a LONG and gruelling tour and honestly made it as difficult for themselves as possible every step of the way. they were dealing with mental and physical illness and they pushed way past the point of exhaustion. they were reaching major life milestones (all of them got engaged at least once, three of them got married) but spending entire years away from home. they became the face of a subculture they didn’t particularly feel like they had anything in common with, and then they got some really bad press that was extremely demoralising because it wasn’t about the music, it was about the actual message of the band, which had been twisted and misinterpreted.

but if you want more detail (cw for sh & sui ments):

so the page for this tour got taken down from wikipedia for some reason but it’s archived here and it’ll give you an impression of just how huge this tour was.  legs kept getting added on to the tour because they thought this was the band’s, like, one big chance to take over the world so they didn’t want to say no to anything because they thought that’s what the album deserved. at the start of it they effectively played two sets a night - the black parade front to back and then some revenge and bullets songs as an extended encore. they did it all in thick, non-breathable wool jackets and trousers, and they did it six nights a week with almost no breaks - basically the only breaks they did get were when they were travelling between continents lol. the wiki page i linked lists the dates of the tour proper, but they were also playing album launch shows in multiple countries in the months before it fully kicked off. the spot that looks like they had a nice long break between july and october was actually almost fully taken up by pro rev LOL.

gerard and ray were actually the only members who made it through the full tour. cortez filled in for both mikey and frank at different times. mikey left fairly early - in april 2007, after getting married to alicia backstage after their show in vegas in march. he left for a honeymoon and didn’t come back until september for the final couple shows of pro rev. he also opened up a bit about how hard 2006 had been on his mental health while they were writing the album, so the break was much-needed. frank left a couple of times for shorter stretches, once because of an illness in his family and once because he had a wisdom tooth complication and couldn’t fly to australia. also, yeah, the constant touring took a toll on his physical health at times and he wouldn’t take breaks when he needed them - i’m sure you’ve seen the pictures of him onstage attached to an oxygen tank. bob was recovering from third-degree burns at first and then had persistent issues with chronic pain in his wrist and had to take a couple of months off playing or risk permanently disabling himself, and for at least most of those dates he was replaced by tucker from thursday. beyond that they did have to cancel several dates in may 2007 because everyone except frank and gerard (including most of their crew and the band muse) got terrible food poisoning from some catering chicken (frank escaped because he’s vegan and gerard because he slept through catering that day lol).

projekt revolution saw the band, like...really fucking exhausted. at that point they’d started getting kind of sick of playing the characters of the black parade. ray in particular talked about feeling disconnected from their audiences because of the uniforms and burned out by the repetition (this article’s pretty interesting because ray doesn’t talk about that aspect of the band very often in public). so for the festival shows they gave up playing parade in full and doing two sets every night for a bit, but now they were playing in extreme heat with a shit tonne of pyrotechnics lol. pro rev was meant to be the end of the tour, but they added a couple of extra shows in mexico to ritualistically kill off the black parade because i would expect no less from this band (that was october 7 2007, which is when the black parade is dead was filmed). and then they added another leg, and another...and they essentially ended up doing what basically amounted to a second full world tour without ever stopping the first one lol. it wasn’t only long but also so over-the-top in terms of theatrics and staging that they barely even broke even financially at the end of it. which is like. crazy. they had five full buses of stage equipment and a sound and lighting system that took five hours to set up and three hours to dismantle every night.

so if you’ve watched the infamous reading & leeds show you’ll recognise the “fuck the daily mail” thing, which is because after tbp came out they published satanic-panic-lite type articles calling mcr a suicide cult that promoted self-harm and stuff. you gotta understand that the emo subculture, whether or not it was connected to mcr, was one of the biggest laughing stocks of the noughties. notably, there were a series of riots and hate-crimes in mexico against “emo” kids (largely due to in actuality to homophobia, of course), and mcr would get asked about it so often that they felt like they were being blamed for it and that they needed to apologise for it. gerard in particular has spoken quite a bit about how much he struggled with feeling like tbp was being misinterpreted and taken out of context when it was such a deeply personal album to him. then things got even worse in may 2008, around the end of the tour, when the daily mail reported on the “emo cult” again, this time explicitly linking the tragic suicide of a 13-year-old girl to mcr. obviously this is, like, the antithesis of everything the band stood for, and they took it really hard. it spiralled even further, with gerard making a public statement about it, fans protesting at the daily mail offices, an inquest into the tragic suicide, and the daily mail doubling down and claiming that mcr should be grateful for the extra “publicity” they were getting from all of this. yeah. there’s a long section detailing all of this in not the life it seems, if you can stomach reading it.

the peak of this kind of aligns with the actual end of the black parade world tour in may 2008 in madison square garden. this is another one of those infamous shows - again, there’s an entire section in not the life it seems dedicated to it. it was a dream come true to play msg, especially for gerard and mikey, but they were completely burned out by that point. apparently the show itself was great and they were full of energy, but gerard was speaking to the crowd like the band was about to break up, and apparently the vibes were not great backstage. frank was so nervous about the show that he took a bunch of pills to get through it and has almost no memory of it. after they left the stage, ray found gerard in a dressing room and advised him to take a break or start another band that nobody knew about so it wouldn’t be the end of mcr for good. apparently gerard wrote boy division in the taxi on the way home after that gig but i can’t remember where i read that now so i might be wrong about that bit.

anyway, then none of them really saw each other for several months. frank started leathermouth because he can’t live without touring (ray played with them once too), but besides that the first time they were together again was for ray’s wedding later that summer. according to himself, brian schechter (their manger up until then) was fired over phone the morning after someone’s wedding so i have to assume it was ray’s given the timing lol (unless it was when gerard and lynz had a little ceremony or whatever, idk when that was).

anyway happy ending at least: they got back in the studio in october 2008 in new york to record desolation row for the watchmen movie and had such an amazing time that ray flew down to la (where gerard had recently moved) and he, gerard, and bob jammed around and wrote four new songs in no time. over the next year or two, the rest of mcr followed gerard to la one by one and started working on conventional weapons and they swore it would be a fun album to write and that they wouldn’t put themselves through the black parade recording process again. anyway then they scrapped it last minute to write danger days instead lol.

but yeah like. i think it’s easy to forget now in 2022 just how huge mcr was during parade era, but how they got completely misinterpreted in bad faith by, like, the media and culture as a whole. it’s probably fairly common for bands like them to be kind of misunderstood in their lifetimes but hailed as visionaries years or decades later, so it’s kind of like really fucking exciting to see mcr actually active again during the time when i feel like they’re finally started to get appreciated for what they really are. which is the greatest band in the world if you ask me but i guess i am a little bit biased <3

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Hi ! Can I request TBP boys HCs x reader ( GN if possible ) who knows martial arts / knows how to defend themselves ? Thanks for reading man 🫶

Teehee I really like this one!!!

TW! Cursing, name calling. that’s like literally all-

TBP boys x reader who can defend themselves

Vance Hopper

⋆your the first person the ever try and defend yourself with him.

⋆most people just accept that there gonna end up in the hospital and others beg for mercy

⋆but when you stood your ground and fought against him he was shocked.

⋆he definitely tried picking fights with still to try and prove he was better

⋆but after finally seeing that you weren’t gonna back down from a fight and let someone beat you around like a pile of rocks he found some respect for you.

⋆no longer trying to fight you but still throwing insults your way every know and then

“Watch where you’re walking dipshit.” And then you’d say

“watch who your talking to dipshit” and he’d just stay silent and not make eye contact with you at all.

⋆maybe yall would become friends at some point 🤷🏻 but it’s definitely not him asking

Finney Blake

⋆we all know Finney was incredibly weak before The Grabber incident

⋆and even after The Grabber he still wasn’t that strong

⋆so when you stood up to him he was definitely scared.

⋆but I don’t really see Finney doing anything to start a fight

⋆he’s a sweet boy!

⋆but if anything did happen he wouldn’t know what to do

⋆PLEASE DONT FIGHT THIS LIL BOY😭🙏🏻

⋆Finney is definitely gonna get patched up by Gwen

⋆and if Gwen tries going after you after the fight with Finney it’s just gonna be the other way around and she’s gonna be patched up by Finney

⋆I feel like if he even has the courage to come up to you after the fight, he’d ask you teach him how to defend himself.

Robin Arellano

⋆was shocked the same as Vance when you stood up and fought back.

⋆but he liked you for that.

⋆I feel like maybe he asked to be friends and yall would practice together.

⋆yall also play fight a lot!

⋆helping each other patch up after fights🔛🔝

⋆yall tag team on the other people who try to fight yall

⋆you could be at school and yall are on different sides of the school and he’d come running to join the fight with you

⋆you guys will win every fight together. 2/1, 2/2, 2/3, 2/4! Yall always win

⋆unstoppable duo

Billy Showalter

⋆I feel like he might now how to fight a bit-

⋆but definitely can’t fight like you.

⋆your fighting skills are obviously good and like we all know— you literally stand higher then Vance himself and like Gwen said “Robins the toughest kid in school since The Grabber got PinBall Vance Hopper” and you still stand higher then the both of the boys and hold your tittle well.

⋆ANYWAYS-

⋆I feel like Billy is the kid to get his lunch money stolen and steal others lunch money as well-

⋆so if yall ever got into a fight it was because of that💀

⋆you definitely had to chase him around the school in order to beat his ass but it didn’t take you long to catch up to him🤗

Griffin stagg

⋆okay but like- WHY TF ARE YOU TRYING YO FIGHT THAT LIL BOY?

⋆he’s the kid getting his lunch money stolen leave him alone😭

⋆all ima say is he doesn’t know how to fight at all-

⋆you could flick him and he’d break a bone-

Bruce Yamada

⋆same with Billy I feel like Bruce knows how to fight a tiny bit more then Billy himself does.

⋆but to be honest- I don’t see Bruce getting into a fight nor trying to make one-

⋆we’ve seen him and he’s super sweet and supportive

⋆BUT- if he EVER did get into a fight with you he’d be scared and I feel like he’d try and apologize and tell you he didn’t wanna fight at all

⋆that don’t matter tho 🤗

⋆after the fight and AFTER he was all patched up, he’d come to you and apologize again tell you he sorry and didn’t wanna fight😭

⋆poor Bruce

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Hi , I wanted to ask if you could do TBP boys relationship / bonds with each one hcs ( U know , Finney with Griffin , Billy with Vance , it might be long or too much but hope you write it whenever you can )

Glad to see you're having fun outside Tumblr <)

thank you!! anons are so nice (sometimes)

TBP BOYS INDIVIDUAL FRIENDSHIP HCS

1. Finney and Robin

as we all know, they are friends in the movie

so of course i think they’d spend a decent amount of time together.

besides the kidnapping stuff, if the black phone was just your typical 70s slice of life movie, i think i’d love it.

they most likely do the niche things you’d expect middle school boys to do when they hang out. (not nowadays but whatever)

since finney isn’t allowed to watch rated r / horror movies, i think robin would take finn to see one atleast ONCE in their friendship.

they also most likely just have deep and long conversations about their home lives whenever they hang

finney insists on sleepovers, robin is always down as long as it’s at finn’s house (they always end up going to robins house)

robin definitely has and will beat up bullies for finn.

they also have phones in this era, so they have alot of phone conversations, they probably spend hours just sitting and talking to eachother whenever they don’t have to worry about school.

they’re just so iconic together. they don’t fight, if they have disagreements they’re stupid ones, and they’re just bffs for life

2. Bruce and Vance

polar opposites.

in this case, it’s a good thing.

bruce is sweet, he’s nice towards EVERYBODY. even the meanies like vance.

vance fights, he’s loud when he wants to be, he’s a rebellious teenager. (bruce probably got straight A’s)

and vance knows that bruce is just an outgoing and kind dude, which is what he HATES about him.

“why the hell are you so nice to everyone, shitheads don’t fucking deserve it” - (idk take this as you want, i just know vance has said this to bruce before)

vance was shocked when bruce randomly asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime (he thought he was gay) [ reminder it’s the 70s ]

but they have a semi-decent relationship (friends, platonic, blah blah blah)

he grows to be comfortable with bruce and how he is.

so eventually bruce gets to see the softer side of vance.

not always cursing, voice not constantly at volume 350, just Vance Hopper being himself.

i’d like to think Vance is very introverted, he’s rude to people who try to engage with him because he has trust issues and doesn’t want to get hurt (in the sense that i think he’s just like me)

3. Billy and Griffin

they’re so cute

they definitely go to the same school, live in the same neighborhood and spend the majority of their time together

AGHHH IM FANGIRLING

their moms are probably friends i can feel it

they’re probably childhood friends that are gonna grow up to be like brothers to eachother

griffin probably gets into accidents a lot AND I JUST KNOW BILLY KEEPS A FIRST AID ON HIM

they probably take bike rides together in the mornings and afternoons, just talking or laughing together

i’d just imagine they’re completely wholesome

#the black phone #tbp x reader #the black phone x reader #tbp #the black phone x you #tbp finney #vance the black phone #tbp fanfic #robin arellano x reader #finney blake x reader #finney the black phone

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Could we work? Pt. 11

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part twelve to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7| Pt.8| Pt.9| Pt.10

Word count:503

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Billy scoffed at her and held his hands on my waist, I dusted off my butt and fixed my outfit.

“Piss off” He Barked at the girl, she huffed and skated away. Billy helped me get back to the sitting area and sat me down, I sighed and started unlacing my skates.

“Wait don’t let her ruin our night-“ I cut him off with a chuckle, he looked a little confused.

“I just want to get some food, the funnel cake looked good” I explained, he chuckled nervously and nodded his head.

“Well you stay here and I’ll get it, relax you just got hurt” He said and got away before I could argue. I laughed a little and really relaxed, I looked around the rink and noticed a group of people heading in my direction. I wouldn’t have paid it any mind if I didn’t see Tommy H leading the group towards me, I sighed and sat up properly.

“Well well well, look what we have here? Say didn’t I offer you a date here before. I mean that offer can still stand” Tommy advanced, I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. Instead, I looked over at the food area of the rink and saw Billy taking the funnel cake from the employee, it won’t be too long before he gets over here.

“You never want to speak, acting all innocent but lately you’ve been hanging off Billy. So what are you his whore now? If you’re giving him a taste might as well give us all a taste.” Tommy proposed, and I scoffed.

“Well Tommy, she’s no whore. Unlike that Girlfriend of yours, get the fuck out of here” Billy signaled, he handed me the funnel cake and I smiled at him.

“Or what?” Tommy challenged, I could see Billy Gearing up to fight but I put my hand on his and shook my head. Tommy laughed and I simply kicked him straight in the crotch. He doubled over and I flipped him off, I situated myself before digging into the funnel cake. I offered Billy some and looked a little distant.

“What’s the matter? Do you not like funnel cake?” I asked once Tommy and his lackeys were gone.

“I’m a man I can handle my own fights” He emphasized, I rolled my eyes and stood up.

“Thanks for the Funnel cake and the skating. This was fun while it lasted, I’m going to head home. When you pull your ego out of your ass call me.” I said grabbing my skates, he looked a little taken back as I walked away from him.

“What are you talking about?” He questioned stopping me

“Pick and choose your battles wisely, don’t just choose to fight because you’re a man and you have to fight it out. I was doing good before you got here with my way of handling situations, just because you’re here now doesn’t mean I have to hide behind you. I’m strong too, don’t underestimate me” I explained

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Up and Coming Part 2

Again so I can actually organise my life, because being a uni student and having a job is harder than I thought… I now have a ROUGH schedule for the next few weeks of when something may be uploaded.

Get your diaries ready folks!

Also please let me know in the comments if you guys like other fandoms and what that reach is.

Right now I’m heavily hyper fixated on the Formula 1, it’s always been a part of my life because of my dad, and I was obsessed when I was younger then throughout covid when they streamed and media was funny, and I was alone and grasping for any type of realism, it was all I would watch aswell as Marvel and StarWars. And now it has resurfaced … so if you guys enjoy any other fandoms and you’d want me to write for them I’d be more than happy too!

TBP / too be posted

Fast Changes Part 7 Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey

TBP: 13/11/23

The one that got away Part 2 Rhysand x Reader x ?

Plot: you are the closest thing Rhysand has to a mate before he is taken away by Amarantha, what happens when you haven’t seen the man you adore and love in 50 years to come back claiming he has found his mate and he wants nothing more to do with you.

TBP: 14/11/23

You’re killing me Part 2 Morrigan x Reader

Plot: Morrigan finds her mate, finally after years of not being out to her family and refuses to come out to her family still. And her mate becomes insecure thinking she doesn’t think she’s worthy of the Morrigan.

TBP: 16/11/23

I’m just here as a distraction right? Part 2 Lucien x Reader

Plot: After Lucien finds out Elain is his mate, he spends the first year pining after her. After seeing her getting closer to Azriel and her found family in the Night Court, he starts to have feelings for a High Fae Girl who stumbled in Jurian, Vassa and Lucien’s home.

TBP: 17/11/23

You never saw me Nesta x Sister Reader

Plot: you are the second youngest Archeron sister in the family and get fed up with the way that Nesta and Elain did nothing to help. So you ended up getting a job as a mercenary and became a hollow shell of your former self. You provide for Feyre and Feyre alone, supplying her with food and better weapons. What happens when you find she has been taken to the fae realm?

TBP: 17/11/23

Baking and Shaking Elain x f! reader

Plot: You find some peace in Elain, and slowly start to fall for her and somehow you also manage to woo the soft girl … her fav activity to do with you is bake as it’s one of the only places SHE has the upper hand and can tease you, but you won’t fold!

TBP: 18/11/23

Fuck Buddies Hellion x Reader

Plot: every year, your High Lord of the day court chooses a young female to have as his companion in hopes he will find his mate.

TBP: 20/11/23

Look what you made me do Part 3 Eris x Reader

Plot: Eris is your mate, and when you’ve tried your hardest of a long week to see himself and Nesta dancing together, you run away.

20/11/23

Winter Solstice Kallias x Reader

Plot: we’ve heard of winter solstice in the Night Court but just imagine Winter Solstice in the court of eternal winter with your love

21/11/23

Massive break until the first of December for my 24 days of Christmas!

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What's your hc on Robin's relationship with his sexuality? How he discovered it, how he feels about it, how he deals with the heteronormative society around him, etc etc whatever you're thinking about. And feel free to include any of the other characters that you also hc as non straight!

Oh this question. I can go ON and ON about this.

Since this question mentioned mainly Robin, I’ll start with him and go more into detail with only Robin for this post.

I feel like Robin’s thoughts and mentality with his sexuality was mostly always negative and his self esteem about it was awful.

I can imagine just since day one of being friends with Finney, he had a crush on him. He saw Finney as someone who was so much better than him. Finney treated him with kindness and Robin treated him with just as much kindness, if not more.

I think around 4th-5th grade for him is when he realized the way he felt around and about Finney wouldn’t be considered normal by society. Robin read the newspapers, he watched the TV, he heard what people have said. He knows he isn’t considered “normal”.

The day he realized, he just went home and cried and yelled into his pillow because he thought he was a horrible person. He felt like he disappointed his parents, he felt like they were looking down on him in shame. He thought that if they were alive, they wouldn’t love him anymore if they knew. I feel like if Robin was religious, he would have prayed to god or whatever was up there to fix and cure him, to rid him of his “sins”.

Robin doesn’t discuss this with his uncle or Finney at pretty much any point early on. He wants to like girls so he can be considered normal, but he knows he can’t force himself to like girls. He can’t help but feel his heart flutter when Finney does so much as look at him. Seeing Finney have a crush on Donna completely destroyed him, but what could he do? He didn’t think Finney would ever like him; a boy.

Robin defends Finney from bullies that call him slurs and make fun of him because if Robin was the one in Finney’s place, Robin would want to be defended as well.

What Robin doesn’t know is that other kids do call Robin those things. They talk about him, just not to his face. He’s called those things because they think he looks gay in those jeans, gay in those tank tops, gay with his long hair. But the most damning piece of evidence is that he defends Finney, someone who is constantly bullied on the suspicion that he is gay. When Robin did find out about all these rumors, he felt more self hate than he ever did before.

He does learn to be accepting of who he is as a person, though it takes a long long time.

If you want to read about more characters in TBP with this question, you can click more to read more or leave it off here :)

I feel like Finney would be characteristically pessimistic when it comes to him realizing he’s bisexual. He knows all the backlash he’d get from people if he ever mentioned it. He knows Gwen would still support and accept him though. :)

I feel like he would discover/realize he was bisexual when he realized he started looking at Robin differently, like the same way he would look at Donna. He noticed how his heart started beating faster when he was around him.

He doesn’t talk to his dad about it for the fear that their relationship will get worse, and he doesn’t want to be hurt anymore than he already has been.

He mostly accepts himself, but he just wonders what would happen if his bullies did find out about this.

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Bruce discovered he was bisexual when he saw Vance for the first time and went home, and couldn’t get him out of his head. Vance literally had him entranced.

Bruce is one of those people that despite all of society’s opinions on the lgbtq, he is open about his bisexuality. He’s a bit sad when his friends start looking at him weird and his baseball team avoid him completely after they learn this info.

Bruce’s family is 100% accepting of him and I don’t see it any other way. They would still love Bruce to the fullest and would just want him to be happy and to most importantly stay safe.

Bruce is probably the one who had the least amount of a crisis over his sexuality.

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Vance is probably the one who hates himself the most when it comes to his sexuality. After his parents divorced and he became a child of split custody, his life kinda went downhill a bit. While Bonnie is a very supporting and kind mother, Scott (Vance’s dad) is pretty religious, and drills thoughts into Vance’s head, threatening him, and just making Vance afraid.

Vance had religious trauma, and he was very cautious when it came to his dad. He felt like he was walking on eggshells around him all the time.

Vance didn’t realize he was gay for a while. Sure, he read metal band magazines and would stare at the guys on his band posters for a bit too long, but he didn’t really consider it. He kind of only realized when he became friends with Bruce, and got unknowingly jealous when girls got close with Bruce.

When Vance finally realized he was gay, he kind of just lost it. He went home to his mom’s house, locked himself in his room, and kind of just had self-destructive behavior for a bit. He thought he was disgusting and thought that he didn’t deserve anything good since he had a crush on a boy.

Most kids in North Denver already suspected Vance of being gay. They would make fun of his choker, his clothing style, and his long curly hair; plus how angelic he looked physically was a reason for this.

Even after he starts dating Bruce, he’s still very very closeted and is afraid to even stand right next to Bruce in public. He gets very paranoid when people find out about them dating.

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Billy is a bit like of an odd ball.

Billy would get notes from girls slipped into his backpack or folders when he was younger asking him if he wanted to be their boyfriend, but every time Billy said no and brushed it off.

Billy’s parents had zero clue or suspicions about Billy being bi but they didn’t berate him when they did find out; they loved him all the same.

Billy kinda didn’t really realize himself. All he knew was that he found the lonely boy on the playground that was a year younger than him interesting. Billy found Griffin to be interesting.

He was always thrown off by romantic and suggestive scenes in movies though. He’d exaggerate a gag, and would turn away or leave the room. He didn’t know why it irked him so much. He didn’t know of the term asexual.

When he finally did realize, all he knew was that he only wanted to grow old with one person, which was Griffin.

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Griffin was always a bit wacky from the start.

Bonnie knew ever since Griffin was in daycare that he wasn’t like any of the other boys there. Griffin always wanted to play dress up, was a mama’s boy, was a very shy kid, and was kind of frightened by the rowdiness of other boys.

When Griffin grew older, he never had any crushes. He never found any kid in his grade interesting, he never had a thing for anyone. He found boys cute, sure, but never got any crushes on them. Heck, it even took a while for him to feel any kind of feelings for Billy.

Griffin also was irked by romantic and suggestive scene. He never saw the appeal. He could feel the sweat on his hands and the turning of his stomach whenever he saw stuff like that.

Griffin knew what the term gay was. His mom had taught him that some people were just different than others and that it was okay. When he finally kinda realized, he didn’t care in the slightest. But it was odd. He was interested in boys, but at the same time, he never had been. He had grown to only be interested in Billy.

He just had to get to him a little bit, that’s all.

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I was so scared the app would crash half way through LMFAO

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TBP HEADCANONS ABOUT ....

{ Friend / someone they know with addiction problems / who's a bad influence }

Characters included : Finney Blake , Gwendolyn Blake , Robin Arellano , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Griffin Stagg , Vance Hopper

Warnings ! ! : Angst , addiction subject , mention of underage , physical and mental consequences of consuming , some characters would be influenced in consuming as well , crime commiting , mental illness , gun owning , aggression ( verbal and physical ) , manipulation , toxic attitudes , drugs , weed , alcoholism , smoking , no specific pronouns , etc

Author's note : if YOU or someone you know is going through some of these things help them if you can , sometimes actions are better than words , but do not let yourself or others be at risk , remember to always keep in mind that addiction can lead the person to lose touch with reality or with their emotions and will not act the same as before , so if the problem it's too big for you to handle , try to seek professional help if you feel out of control or seeking these substances more than normal or another close person of your circle , it's never late to change. End of the note .

Finney Blake would ...

Stay away from those type of people . I feel like it's easy to picture him as someone who would try to seek help for them or be in touch without difficulty with people like this but no , he lives in a constant survival mode with his father who's an alcoholic , so he knows how hard it is to keep it on when the addiction changes the person's mood and treats harshly or carelessly the ones they're close . He's not against helping a person in need as long they don't represent any danger and he's able to move on with his life , would be polite and kind in a conversation but will not befriend someone who's notoriously bad news , he's ok with fighting if it's in your defense , but constant trouble is just a no

Gwendolyn Blake would...

Not care as long as they don't treat her bad or force her into consuming as well . It's not like she would seek a bad influence on her life purposely , but if someone she met is nice and cool enough she would slowly befriend them with time . I think she would try to make the person stop consuming or at least less than normal , tell them that she doesn't like when they do it in front of her . But like I said , contrary of Finney , she's unintentionally used to it and wouldn't see that much of problem , but the second they try to make her consume as well or treat her bad she would not think twice in getting away or defend herself . She would also cut all sort of friendship if the person hurts others that are innocent , her friends or brother

Robin Arellano would...

Not care at first but would slowly start to consume as well , the habit staying with him for life even if they stop talking with the bad influence person . The person got his attention because of their fighting skills and reputation , they getting along with Robin and he would soon notice their love for smoking and drinking . At first , like I said previously , he would not care or say anything about it , it's their problem he would say , but with time he would try some just to impress the person a little , realizing that he can get even more respect from them and the school if he kept the habits . He normalized this because I believe his uncle might also smoke and drink but he would not rationalize that he's an adult and he's still in school trying to pass the year .The bad influence would make him be more irresponsible than before , this would be noticed by their family and they would scold him for it , that's when he would try to stop and moderate himself . The only way he cuts all friendship between him and that person is that they want him to do drugs , starts to mock him or hurts innocent people , that would make him back off from that person in a blink , if so person confronts Robin , he would aggressively told them to leave him alone and might be physically violent if they persist . If not , he would not see the problem in them . If so case Robin moved on from them , the damage would be already done , because he would keep smoking and drinking all along to relieve some stress , growing up with the bad habits

Bruce Yamada would...

Become addicted as well but would recover himself completely . I see him as a party type of guy and he definitely tried alcohol before but in a small amount , never getting to the drunk state until he goes to a party with strong drinks and would probably still in there because he would dismiss any danger . If pressured , I feel that Bruce would try drugs thinking it would be a one time occasion , but no . A bad game streak would make him feel on the line of being a disappointment in everyone's eyes , so in need of a distraction he goes to a party , the bad influence shows up again and tells him to take once more the substances to " feel alive " . His winning streak came back and he started to celebrate party after party , getting more and more addicted , convinced it was making him more confident and efficient on the game , but that wasn't enough , he would search outside those events and even take them before every game because he firmly believed it was the cause of his luck . It isn't until his family , clean friend , school authority or Bruce getting into a fight with a baseman for loosing where his parents grounded him , and in that time , he realizes what he had done . Later he would tell other people himself about what he been through , get himself distance from alcohol , drugs , cigarettes , bad influences , everything , focusing on the sport that he loves so much and the little simple things in life that don't need anything more to be special

Billy Showalter would ...

Try to help the person but would move on if they keep consuming . It really depends if he knows them better or not , if he never spoke once with you , he won't care , even if it's sad seeing someone's on his age consuming he would keep doing his thing . The story changes when that person is a close friend or family , then he would try everything that he can to make them understand that it's not the way , if he has the opportunity babysitting / parenting the person after a hangover , munchies , near overdose , fight , etc . But even if he wants to take care of those he cares about , if the person doesn't stop what they're doing and treats him badly or keep making fake promises of change , sadly but tired he would move on and let them be . If the person becomes clean he can reluctantly agree to come back in touch until he's sure they are out of that life for sure , if not , then he knows he tried , he's just a paper news delivery boy after all .

Vance Hopper would ...

Become addicted for life if the person doesn't get away from him . Since it's cannon stated by the actor of the character himself , Vance has a horrible home life , and he also doesn't feel safe at school since institutions back then were even more indifferent to the students problems than now , so if a bad influence told him that there's way to forget the pain , he would believe them . Toxic masculinity would push him to smoke , drink and fight even he didn't want to because that's why tough guys do , even if Vance was just a lost kid that only wanted to play Pinball at the Grab n' Go . If this bad influence invites him to the drug world , he would be scared at first to take them , although he would never admit it , but after a few tries he would become a full time addicted and might end up running away from his house , school , maybe buying guns to get more money for all the vice that he thinks he needs . Unless this bad influence moves on from Vance or back stabs him , he would stick to them and their bad habits since nobody would say anything about it , because Pin Pall Vance Hopper is the toughest kid at school , and tough boys don't cry about needing more ecstasy on their bodies or loneliness , boys don't cry . At all .

Griffin Stagg would ...

Be stucked in a endless cycle of chasing the person around in hope to save them . This person wouldn't be able to convince this little guy from taking that path on his life but sure would make him believe every fake promise of changing habits and quitting stuff , the bad influence probably knowing well how lonely and easily attached he is , so they know that no matter what they do to their body , seal to others , buy or fight with , he would stick around because they are the closest thing that he has of a friend . He would try to help them over and over , chase them around when they're gone again and again , but it never ends , he can go years like this where there's gonna be a point where Griffin accepts it and just waits for the person to come and being taken care of . Unless the bad influence moves on , he would stay by their side forever .

#tbp headcanons #the black phone #tbp fandom #tbp #billy showalter #bruce yamada #griffin stagg #finney blake #tbp vance #robin arellano #vance hopper #gwen blake #the black phone headcanons

[batrogers]

35. “I can’t sleep if you’re not here to cuddle with me.”

for smith and ravio, because the girl deserves nice things <3

Yeah yeah okay fine no more torture, just fluff.

Here you go, AO3 as well.

Reminder that TBP Smith is a trans woman, btw.

IIII

Ravio was back, he was here, and best of all Kokiri and Prince knew him and let Link drop bonelessly into his arms in their tent. Her lover grunted and wrapped his arms around her waist in return. He grinned and pressed his lips to her bare neck.

“Why are you so excited? You saw me, what, six months ago?”

“Six months ago, for three days, after we’d been apart ten years,” she snapped and punched his shoulder. She knew he was teasing but it still drove her mad. “Stop teasing.”

Ravio did no such thing. His arms slid down around her waist and he pulled her close, dressed in his long shift (“I still like being warm too much to give it up”) that gave way easily as she wound her leg between his. He was still skinny, although not so frail as he’d been when she knew him before. His heel jutted into her calf, and narrow fingers kneaded the muscle at the small of her back.

She leaned down to bite his lip. “You’re still teasing me,” she whispered.

“Do you think they’ll mind?”

“After what Prince and Kokiri, and Chief and Hateno get up to, they’d better not.”

Ravio grinned and bent his head to nibble his way down her neck. Link expected to shiver; she expected the moaning whine, but what she didn’t expect was for her eyes to burn with tears. His voice... it was his voice getting to her. It was the relief he still wanted her, and the weight of what he’d done. She ran her hand along his bracelet and then dropped her head to muffle the half-gasped sob in his neck.

Ravio froze immediately and turned his face into hers, his fingers digging into her hair.

“Link? What’s the matter?”

She mastered her voice with difficulty, knowing this wasn’t that big a deal. Or, perhaps, it was, and it wasn’t all at once.

“Nothing,” she breathed, and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I just don’t sleep as well, without you here to hold me, that’s all.”

Ravio settled immediately against her, hands linked behind her back and her halfway across his body, as if he weren’t still so small beneath her. “Then we’ll just sleep tonight,” he said. “Time enough for that tomorrow.”

There was, to her immense relief, no noise of any kind from across the tent. Just quiet; just her ear pressed to Ravio’s chest as she listened to his heart beneath her and let his presence lull her to sleep.

#Link/Ravio #RavioLi #That Broken Promise #gender headcanons #trans woman Link #fluff #cuddles

[kaylinlmao]

The black phone Can you make one with the reader with social anxiety/depression

Hi! Long time no see! This is fic #1 in my new years event.

New update on my fic writing! In every single fic I write, Reader will be 17 and all TBP boys will be 18. If in the fic they are in high school, both reader and all TBP boys will be in their senior year. This will apply to all fics I write, even if they're not with the TBP boys, unless I specify otherwise. When I do fics, I will usually do them in 1st or 3rd person. With headcannons, I will do them in 2nd person. So keep that in mind while requesting! Hope you enjoy!

Of course I will do this request! I was scrolling through my requests and saw this one. I also suffer from social anxiety and depression so hopefully I got this one! I'm going to do these as slight yandere but seperate headcannons. I also hc that Finn speaks fluent French so from now on. Boom. You're welcome. All of these specific headcannons will end the same with TBP boy saying I love you with the nickname I think they'd call you. Cool? Cool. Meanings behind the nicknames. Robin and Finney's are pretty self explanatory. Bruce's is because I guarantee you he cracks jokes about you being his little cheerleader. Vance is because I'm sure some of us are short.

Slight Yandere!Ghost Boys x Reader who suffers from social anxiety and depression (separate headcannons)

Finney Blake

He was walking you to the library so that he could tutor Robin and you could read until he was done, just like every other day. The halls were very crowded and you began to get overwhelmed.

You started to get self conscious, feeling as though everyone's eyes were on you. Which, of course, wasn't true. But in the moment, that's what it felt like.

It began to get harder to breath. It felt like you were suffocating.

Now, Finn began to notice something was wrong. He didn't know about your social anxiety and depression. Although he did have his suspicions.

"Are you ok, sweet girl?" He asked you, reaching your hand and squeezing lightly. You smiled a big (fake) smile. "Oh, yeah! I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" He saw right through you and you knew it.

He pulled you into the broom closet that was right next to you both. "What's wrong?" "Nothing!" "What's. Wrong?" 'Finn, I said it was nothing!" "Y/N!" "What?!" "Listen, please. Just tell me what's wrong." "Just, feeling a bit stressed." He gave you a disbelieving look.

He pulled you onto his lap so you're straddling him. "Please, little one. What's wrong?" With a little touch on your thigh and the look in his eyes, like he cared. You finally cracked and told him about how you felt. He asked you very specific questions about who makes you feel stressed and sad. Then, those people didn't come to school the next day. You knew. But you were too in love with him to care.

"Thank you for telling me." "Thank you for listening."

"I love you, ma petite fille de l’espace" "I love you too, Finn."

ma petite fille de l’espace: my little space girl

Robin Arellano

He never noticed that you acted different than others until you did something strange during your presentation in History class. You felt everyone's eyes on you and began to freak out, almost having a panic attack before locking eyes with Robin. You took a deep breath and made it through the presentation.

"What was that about?" He asked you while you were in the gym. It was after school and Robin was boxing while you drew in your sketchpad. "What was what about, Robin?" "The presentation thingy in history today. You kinda freaked out, y'know?" "No, I don't know. I'm literally fine. It was all fine."

But he wouldn't let it go. After paying more attention, he noticed that you gripped his hand tighter in the cafeteria and in the halls, in public in general. And that some days, you would come to school super sad. So, he went and did some research and found that a lot of the things you did match the symptoms for depression and social anxiety. He was offended that you didn't tell him. But. Oh shit! Maybe you didn't know! He has to tell you so you can both work on it together.

So, he went to your house that afternoon and sat you down to talk about it. "I did some research. And I think you have social anxiety and depression. But don't worry! I'll help you." The look on your face wasn't of worry. It was of acceptance. Acceptance that now that Robin knew, he'd leave you. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want you to leave me. I know I'm broken but please don't leave." You said, starting to sob.

"Oh, princesa. You really think I'd let you leave me. Never. You're mine forever. I'll love you even if you were the ugliest person in the world. Which you aren't. You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever met." "So you're not gonna leave me?" "I wouldn't let you leave, much less leave you myself. You're mine, Y/N." He said, pulling you down onto the bed and giving you a kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, you were hugging him like a koala. Legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he lay on the bed, smiling at you.

"I love you, mi princesita." "I love you too, Robin."

princesa: princess

hermosa: beautiful

mi princesita: my little princess

A/N: I'm sorry if I get any translations wrong. I used Google so. My apologies.

Bruce Yamada

You went to his championship baseball game to support him and everything was going great! You were cheering on the sidelines. I mean, he doesn't call you his little cheerleader for nothing.

But the loud screams your brother was yelling was making you nervous. You felt as though everyone was looking towards you and your brother. You're brother, of course, didn't give a flying fuck.

But you did. It was stressing you the fuck out. Your palms were sweaty, heart beating quickly, breathing sped up.

And you were like that until the game was over. By the time the buzzer went off, you were having a full blown panic attack. But you couldn't bring yourself to leave. He won! You had to support him like he supports you.

"GOOD JOB BRUCE!" Your brother screams. Never mind. Fuck this. You stood up quickly, dropping all the things on your lap. "Where are you going?" Your brother asks. "Bathroom." You run to the bathroom to calm yourself down when you hear the doorknob rattle. You try to calm your loud breaths and heaving chest.

"Y/N, sweetheart. Are you in here?" You hear your boyfriend ask. "Yeah! Just, fixing my makeup!" "Well, we won!" "I know! I heard." "Are you sure you're ok? You sound a little off." "I'm fine, Bruce"

You heard him walk away, leave for about 5 minutes and come back. Then the lock on the door opened and in he walked.

"Darling why're you crying?" "Just a little anxious." "You can talk to me. Please tell me what's wrong." After 15 minutes of him prying, you finally told him. "Why didn't you tell me? I would've helped you through it!" "I didn't want you to look at me different." "I wouldn't look at you different. Everyone has problems."

"I love you, my little cheerleader." "I love you too, B."

Vance Hopper

You were at the Grab N Go while Vance was playing pinball. You turned to walk to get a soda when you heard a loud crash.

"Vance!" You said, dropping your soda and running over to Vance, who was punching a guy in the face. "Stop! What is wrong with you?!' Everyone was looking at you. Why were they looking at you. Oh shit. You yelled at Vance.

You ran out of the gas station and ran home, in the middle of a panic attack. Not because you were scared of Vance. You weren't at all. You didn't like all the people watching you.

As you walked in your room, you heard your window sliding open.

It was Vance. "What the fuck was that? Why'd you run out like that?" As he started bombarding you with questions, you started to get stressed out.

"Vance, I struggle with social anxiety and depression. I love you but please, stop yelling at me." He was quiet for a minute and did nothing.

You walk over to Vance and you give him a hug. Not for him, but because you needed one. Even if he didn't like them.

To your surprise, he hugged you back.

"I love you, my shorty." "I love you too, V."

Billy Showalter

You were at the skatepark with your boyfriend, Billy. You were a little embarrassed because you weren't the best at skating. But Billy was good at rollar skating and he wanted to teach you.

You didn't know how. Let's just say, you sucked.

As you fell for the 5th time, you stood up and skated off. Terribly. You pulled the skates off and ran to the bathroom as Billy was right behind you.

He walked in the bathroom with you, locking the door behind him. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" "I can't do it, Bill! I suck!" "No you don't. You just haven't learned how yet. You'll get better!"

"No I won't! Everyone was watching me and-" Billy stood shocked as you started to cry. I mean, he knew you were human, but he's never seen you cry. You were the type of person to crack a joke in sad times. Like either laugh or cry type of person. (Me)

"Oh baby doll." Billy said, scooping you up and holding you like a baby. You just cried into his shoulder. You don't know how long you cried. It could've been for 5 minutes, it could've been for hours but when you stopped, Billy waited for you to be ready to talk.

"Bill?" "Yeah?" "I have social anxiety and depression. Its why I walked off and gave up. I felt embarrassed that I kept falling." "It's ok. Nobody is watching you. They're focusing on themselves. Not you." "Ok." You said with a sniffle.

"I love you, joker." "I love you too, Bill."

This was three days late, I know. I'm sorry but look how long this monster is!

Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

Fic #1 out of #23.

#yandere finney x robin x reader #finney x robin x reader #finney blake x reader #finney x reader #finbin #finney blake #yandere robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #yandere billy showalter #billy showalter x reader #billy showalter #yandere bruce yamada #bruce x vance #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada #brance #yandere vance hopper #yandere the black phone x reader #yandere the black phone #the black phone x reader #the black phone

[viscerax]

Hi! I love how u write for tbp and I was wondering ( if you are taking requests rn) if u could do a fluffy cute thing with one of the characters from tbp either Vance,robin or Finney or robin and Finney if u wanna continue with he poly stuff but if u could do one with a plus sized reader and maybe they're getting bullied and tries not to make it a big deal so they don't say anything abt it until one of the boys figure something off cuz maybe readers moods have been different either like just insecure or sad in general idk and they comfort her? its just a thought lol and maybe extra depending on who u do maybe they beat up the bully and threaten them and they don't bother the ready anymore? Idk haha u can just completely ignore this if u don't want to do it 😭😂

Still Perfect

The cafeteria was loud and filled with laughter, which was not unusual. What made it worse was that the laughter was aimed at you.

"Watch where you're going, piggy!" One of the girls in your class shouted at you as she shoved you to the floor, knocking your tray of food forward and spilling all over you. The girl pulled her nose up and snorted to mimic a pig.

You didn't do anything. You just say on the floor, food spilled all over your favorite sweater. The sounds and the feeling was overwhelming you, and at that point, all you could do was freeze up.

After the crowd around you disappeared, you quickly stood up, leaving your bag and tray of food behind. You rushed to the bathroom, wiping the food off of your sweater the best you could. There was stains all over the sweater, which just caused more and more tears to stream down your face.

Defeated, you tore the sweater from your body, balling it up and aggressively throwing it into the garbage can.

Its not like you weren't used to the bullying. Everyone picked on the "fat kid." You were an easy target.

The rest of the day was horrible. You felt eyes on you all day, heard snickers when you passed groups of girls in the hallways. You just wanted to go home.

The moment the bell rang, you practically ran outside, holding your now stained backpack in one hand instead of slinging it over your back.

"Hey, Y/n! Wait up!" A familiar voice called out to you from behind.

Robin.

You felt bad. To be fair, you had been avoiding him all day. Even if he was your boyfriend, you never understood why he even hung around you.

In a matter of seconds, he was standing right next to you, offering a sweet smile and holding out his hand. You frowned for a moment before taking it.

Robins smile faded as he noticed your apprehensive behavior.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Whats wrong?"

There was a long moment of silence before you answered. "I had to throw away my sweater."

Robin gave you a curious look, one eyebrow slightly raised. "How come?"

"It got stained." It was then that Robin knew yoh were avoiding the question. You wouldn't throw away your favorite sweater just because it was stained.

"How'd it get stained?" His voice was laced with suspicion.

"I tripp-"

"Y/n."

"Just some bullies again." You sighed and looked down at your feet defeatedly. You felt your eyes get a bit cloudy, and Robin immediately caught on. He sighed and pulled you into him, tightly wrapping his arms around you. He gently rubbed your back as you struggled to hold back your tears.

"What did they do?" Robin rested his head on your shoulder, speaking softly since his mouth was right next to your ear.

Tearfully, you explained the previous events, and with each detail, you could feel Robin get more and more tense.

"Why didn't you tell me this shit earlier?" Robin unwrapped his arms from around you, staring at you with a stern expression.

"I-i just didn't want you to waste your time... they're always gonna pick on me, I mean... just look at me." You sighed, wiping tears from your eyes.

Robin stared at you, and for a moment, you swore you saw a few tears in his eyes. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, using his thumb to wipe away a few tears.

"Y/n, when I look at you, I see the most amazing, angelic, most beautiful person I've ever seen." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, every bit of you. I love your face, and your cheeks, and your arms. I love your hands, I love your stomach, and every little thing about you. Y/n, you are amazing. I don't know if any of this is making it in there" he poked your forehead. "But I love you, and your friends all love you. Who gives a fuck what those dumbass putas think." He peppered kisses all over your face, before landing one final one on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, still feeling a few tears spill down your cheeks.

"I love you, Robin."

"I love you to, Y/n."

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"Fuck with Y/n again, and I'll beat the shit out of you. I don't care if your a girl. The moment you start harrasing others is the moment I care less if you're a boy or a girl." Robin spat, throwing one of the "popular" girls to the floor, in front of everyone else in the halls. "That goes out to all of you. I'll pound all of your heads into the ground if you mess with them again, you got that?"

A/N: I FINALLY GOT SOMETHUNG OUT IM SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER GUYSSSS

#the black phone #robin arellano #black phone edit #the black phone x reader #headcanon #robin arellano x reader

[star0mania]

TWD OC U3U

"I am Eddie Delkins. The Theatre Kid and Carl's awesome boyfriend....NOW EAT THIS SUCKA!" 

Full Name: Edward "Eddie" Delkins

Preferred name: Eddie

Age: 10 (season 1) 12 (season 2-3) 13 (season 4-5) 14 (season 6-8) 15 (season 9)

Date  of Birth: Unknown

Place of Birth: Utah

Gender: Male

Birth gender: Female

Titles: -The Theatre Kid -The Class Clown

Nickname: Eddie (various people) Eds (close friends) Eddie Spaghetti (best friends) Stupid nutbrain (sister)

Sexuality: Panromantic, Demisexual

Weapon: A baseball bat with needles

Personality: Kind Honest Brave Bold Adventurous Funny Loyal Caring Independent Stubborn Impatient Sarcastic  Kind of innocent? Cocky "You hurt them, you die" Tries to make people feel better about the currant situation- 

Hobbies: Playing on piano Solving puzzles Playing with his pet fox Reading Playing on the drums Drawing  Magic tricks

Best Friends: Carl Grimes 

Friends: Judith Grimes Your OC Daryl Dixon  Hershal Greene Beth Greene Mikey Lori Grimes Maggie Rhee  Glenn Rhee e.t.c

Enemies: The bad guys pfff

Family: Cole Moncreo (adopted father), 31, deceased, got beaten by Negan's bat Actor: Pedro Pascal

Elle Delkins (twin sister) alive Actress: Bella Ramsey  Crush: Enid Rhee (soon becomes her girlfriend)

Terrence Delkins (brother) 15, deceased, got shot by Eddie after getting bitten by a walker in season 3 Actor: Tom Holland

Millie (mother) 41, deceased, eaten by walkers -Picture: Unknown-

Jacob (father) 41, deceased, got shot by Rick in season 5 because he was an enemy working for an enemy group, The Fireflies (yes I made it up).

Firestar (pet fox) deceased, suffered from starvation in season 9

Rofee (pet dog), deceased, got stabbed by Elle after getting bitten by a walker in season 9

Cottontail (sister's pet rabbit) alive

"Terry, why doesn't mommy and daddy love me?...."

Actors:

Kid:  Jackson Robert Scott

Teenager: Cameron Boyce   (RIP  our favorite Carlos De Vil  <//3)

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"I'm so glad my awesome boyfriend is okay!"

Love Interest: Carl Grimes

Ship Name: Ceddie Edarl Carlddie

Music in Me- HSM Never Enough- The Greatest Showman A Million Dreams- The Greatest Showman Heather- Conan Gray Teenage Dream- Katy Perry Heat Waves- Glass Animals Rewrite the Stars- The Greatest Show(edit version) Cheerleader- OMI Love is Love- Trey Pearson  A Thousand Years- Christina Perri Bad Romance- Lady Gaga Dandelions- Ruth B.

Love languages: Physical affection Quality touch

Relationship tropes:  sun + moon Energetic x Tired Endgame Right person, wrong time

Relationship Status: Season 1-2: Friends Season 3-4: Crushes Season 5-8: Dating

Relationship Variants: Robin x Finney (TBP) Shinsou x Denki (MHA) Kai x Adam (The Hollow) Amity x Luz (TOH) Kirishima x Bakugou (MHA)

Character variants:  Sammy (JWCC) Hawks (MHA) Izuku (MHA) Squirrelflight (Warriors) Michael Afton (FNAF) Luz (TOH) Rodrick (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) Richie (IT) Boris (The Goldfinch) Hiccup (HTTYD) Jack Frost (ROTG)

Dead or Alive: Dead

Cause of Death: Influenza 

First Appearance:  1x2, Guts  First Line: "For a kid my age, you're kinda short, short-stack"--- to Carl Grimes when they meet Last Appearance:  8x2, The Bridge Last Line: "Meet ya'll on the other side..."---- to Elle and the group before succumbing to the illness

Theme songs: Mary on a Cross- Ghost Ghost- Justin Bieber  Lovely- Billie Ellish Its Been So Long- The Living Tombstone  Waiting on a Miricle- Encanto Requiem- Dear Evan Hanson Walking the Wire- Imagine Dragons Enemy- Imagine Dragons Believer- Imagine Dragons Changes- Hayd Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood  Home- Nick Jonas Family- Mother Mother See you Again- Wiz  Khalifa Poker Face- Lady Gaga Boys don't Cry- The Cure

For the Delkins family: Its been so long- The Living Tombstone Afton Family- KryFuze

"I should be dead...but I'm not...." "Hurt my friends and I will kill you..."

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Backstory: Edward "Eddie" Delkins was born to a "happy" married couple named Millie and Jacob Delkins.  He had two siblings. An older brother named Terrance and a two-year younger sister named Elle. His parents always expected a lot from him but hey, he still loved them. He revealed he was trans when he was 6 but of course his parents didn't like that, but his siblings accepted him and helped him go through treatment. When the outbreak happened, he was in his room, reading until he heard his older brother yelling. When he went to check what was going on, he saw two zombies eating his mom. He   lets out a horrific scream as his brother practically threw him, his sister's bunny Fluffball, the family dog Rofee and his sister into the van and drove off. They soon find Pedro who raises them like his own children. In season 5, the Delkins siblings and their dad were reunited. Elle and Eddie had their suspicions and didn't trust him but Eddie pretended to so he could get the truth from him. Once Eddie and his dad were alone, Eddie's dad told him about his plan to wipe out the survivors and demanded him to join them, even guiltripping him but Eddie refused, causing his dad to go off the edge. He soon went  to the survivors and attacked them with the Fireflies. But the fight stopped when Eddie shot his dad. And the rest is history :D

𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈;

Spicy Food:  Butter Chicken

Sweet: Candy

Book: Warriors

TV show: Stranger Things

Movie: IT

Anime: My Hero Academia

Manga: MHA and Assassination Classroom

Animal: Foxes and Wolves. Can't forget bunnies or dogs

Song: Running up that Hill by Kate Bush

#TWD #OC #idk:)

[wroteitbutneverwatchedit]

Could we work? pt 8

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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?

Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.

A/n: I will be posting a part Five to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog.  But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!  Please THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES!!!

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3| Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6| Pt.7 | Pt.9

Word count: 625

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“So you didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked, I laughed so hard. He looked a little confused and leaned back in realization, I laughed so hard I had tears coming out of my eyes. 

“It's not funny” He insisted, I calmed down taking a deep breath and smiling at him.

“Babes, I’m a virgin. I plan to keep my v-card until I meet my mister right. No offense, I’m sure there a plenty of other girls who would ride you like a pole. But I am not one of them, you may have a pretty face but it's going to take more for me” I responded, he looked a little taken back and chuckled.

“Come on don’t be like that. I’ll tell you what, you can stay the night. Just don’t try anything slick” I said, he laughed and pulled off his jacket. 

“Okay, since you offered. But come honestly, would you date me?” He inquired of me, I was quiet for a minute.

“I mean I-“ I cut him off 

“Yeah, but you never asked me on a date. My Idea of dating may be a lot more tied down than yours, I want my boyfriend to be all about me, and untouchable by other girls. He should be able to talk to me about anything that he’s going through, I want them to know, I’ll fight for them. As long as they’re only Mine” I responded, he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Then will you go on a date with me tomorrow evening?” He questioned, I thought about it for a second and I acted forlorn like I was going to reject him.

“Well Billy, the thing is sure I’ll go on a date with you.” I announced, his face was showing that he was going through the motions. I chuckled and turned my attention back to the movie on the screen.

“Ok tell me, what do you like to eat?” He implored

“Well, I don’t eat burgers or steak. But everything else is free range, I mostly eat food from my culture though. So surprise me” I answered, he nodded and thought for a bit. He bit his lip in thought before hissing at the pain, I sighed and pulled back out my first aid kit.

“You have to be careful, try not to bite on your lips.” I spoke as I walked over to him. I sat back on his lap and started to reapply the antiseptic to his lip, his hands were back to holding my waist. 

“You really didn’t invite me here to hook up?” He asked again, I rolled my eyes and look him in the eyes.

“Billy Hargrove, I did not invite you here to hook up.” I assured him, his eyes raking over my body and back up to meet mine.

“Ok, well most of the time girls just want to use me. They like the way I make their legs shake” He voiced, I laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“Billy, by what I’m feeling under my thigh. I don’t doubt what you’re telling me, but I don’t want to use you. I think that you can be a genuine gentleman when you want to be, you have shown me nothing but kindness and gentleness so far. Even though I’ve seen how you can be very mean and rough to other people, I don’t want to use you. I want you to be able to feel comfortable with me, to talk with me, I’m not here to judge you or to make you feel as if you’re any less of a person.” I affirmed, he seemed quite taken aback. I stood up putting my kit away again and laid down in bed.

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