#and he got everyone to sing happy birthday for his drummer it was lovely

[lemonbreelnd]

saw hozier live. he played cherry wine. AND to someone from a warm climate. i can die happy

#HE WAS SO GOOD #he also played who we are and it was amazing #and he got everyone to sing happy birthday for his drummer it was lovely #hozier #ash.txt

[reasonsmandy]

Love Alone

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Idk why but I really need some heartbreaking angst for Warren or Eddie rn where it's unrequited love.

✧.* summary — Warren Rojas is the love of your life, and you knew it from the first time you met. But he didn't, he wasn't that sure.

✧.* warnings — A lot angst, I mean it...

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* part two — Love Me Again

✧.* mandy's notes — You asked me for angst and I brought you everything I had hahahahaha. I got carried away on this one and it's a little big... I hope you don't mind.

Warren Rojas is the love of your life, and you knew it the first moment you saw each other, it was like something pulled you to him and ever since you saw those brown eyes you never got rid of them, not even If you tried.

You met the drummer in Pittsburgh, when you two were still teenagers, you were always close to Eddie's family and consequently became friends with Chuck, Graham and Warren over time. You weren't part of the band, after all you weren't very good when it came to music, your thing was writing and that's where you entered the Dunne brothers scene, when Billy had some writer's block or something you helped with the lyrics and, it always came out spectacular.

So along with Camila you were the audience for all the rehearsals, you didn't understand anything about the musical part of it. You were happy to deal with just the lyrics when you could. And of course, being able to spend afternoons next to your favorite drummer was always nice.

Gradually you were madly in love with him, and he didn't seem to notice anything. You didn't have the courage to go up to him and confess your feelings, so a few months went by with neither of you talking about it.

Warren knew you liked him, Eddie had mentioned it a few times but he decided not to mix things up, after all he liked how things went between the band and the last thing he wanted was a mess. But as you were growing up, the drummer noticed that you were prettier, more confident about your desires, and little by little you stopped being shy around him.

That night you were celebrating Graham's birthday, everyone was in the backyard of the Dunnes' house, singing, talking and smoking after their mother had gone to bed. Billy was holding Camila's who was in his lap, Graham and Eddie were playing one game you never understood to this day, Chuck was already gone. He was strangely distant the last few days but you guys decided not to worry too much, and Warren was watching the sky while he smoked.

He seemed to have noticed your gaze on him, because he motioned with his cigarette beckoning you to join him, so you did. He took another cigarette from the pack offering it to you, you accepted by putting it in your mouth and asking him to light it.

"You look like your mind is somewhere else War…" You say blowing the smoke to the opposite side.

"Just thinking." He says looking into your eyes, making you a little nervous. "You look gorgeous, doll."

The butterflies in your stomach felt like they were going to fly you away, you watched the curly man trying to maintain your posture but your cheeks flushed giving it away. You look down at the floor, smiling.

"Thanks." You smoke the cigarette, trying to keep calm.

"You always look really gorgeous, actually." You couldn't tell if he was high or not, Warren always had this calm way of talking.

"Well, you don't fall behind one bit." You say taking confidence, two can play this game.

That night you ended up kissing before he dropped you off at home, you could scream with so much joy you felt that night, it was like you were in the clouds. The feel of his lips still vivid in your mind made you sigh so many times that night.

After that day you were still together, you always went behind Chuck's garage in the rehearsal break to enjoy each other, you exchanged glances throughout the rehearsals, he winked at you sometimes making you embarrassed when you saw that he noticed you staring at him. You believed that was the beginning of a wonderful relationship between the two of you, but maybe you were wrong about that.

Chuck had decided to leave the band, he was going to go to college to become a dentist, the thought of it sounded funny but that was his decision there wasn't much you could do.

It had been a few days since they had played their first gig without Chuck, Eddie had switched to bass which was clearly not something he enjoyed, but it had been enough for them to be able to make a good presentation.

Camila had invited you to spend the afternoon with them, which made you notice that these invitations never came from Warren, it was always Camila who requested your presence with them, but you decided to ignore that thought.

You were sitting between Eddie and Warren, Camila was sitting on Billy's lap and Graham was next to them. You ate some snacks in the park while chatting away, some children around were playing with a ball and making noise with the birds.

"Oh by the way, everything ready with the van?" Graham excitedly asks Rojas.

"Yeah, I took it to the mechanic to have a look yesterday." He smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. "She's ready to go."

You frown, not understanding what the subject was. Everyone seemed excited about something you had no idea what it was, so you asked.

"Ready to go where?" You look at the drummer, who stops smiling.

"You didn't tell her?" Eddie raises questioning eyebrows at the drummer.

"Tell me what?" Your chest tightened, you didn't know what was going on but being left out wasn't the best of things.

Camila dropped her gaze to the floor, she also looked upset about the situation, you couldn't be more confused. An awkward silence took over the place, you felt extremely uncomfortable, an anxiety taking over you.

Billy sighs, looking right at you.

"We're going to LA." His words made the tightness in your chest grow, you tried to pretend that tears weren't starting to well up in your eyes.

"You guys are leaving?" You question, already sure of the answer just wanting not to believe it. "Will you Excuse me..."

You stand up, holding back your urge to cry, walking away from them. Eddie glares at the drummer, and tells him to follow you.

Warren stands up, taking a deep breath, he walks towards you, by this time you were already crying. He sits next to you, you turn your back to him, if he said anything you would probably cry more.

"Look doll, I'm sorry." He says softly, reaching for your hand.

"Are you?" You look at him, he can't look you in the eyes.

"I am, I just forgot to tell you." He says, patting your hands. "I was getting the van ready for the trip, packing my things, I had a lot on my mind, that's all."

"You were leaving without telling me…" You were very upset, but deep down you wanted to believe him so badly.

"Believe me doll, I just forgot." Warren says, pulling you close to him, you don't try to fight the contact you loved having him close.

You stand there in silence for a while, he holds you tighter, giving you time to process everything.

"Why didn't any of them tell me?" You felt forgotten by everyone.

"I was supposed to tell you" he says, letting out a sigh. "Billy was going to talk to Camila and I was going to talk to you since…"

"Since?" You let go of the hug, looking at him with a small smile.

"Well, since we're together."

You can't contain your smile, he smiles to see you looking better, he enjoyed your presence and you were very dear to him. He just didn't know that your feelings for him were more intense than that.

He cups your face in his hands, caressing your cheeks and then kisses you.

"Come with us..." He asks, and you immediately nod your head.

You were madly in love with him, and love makes us do crazy things, including moving to another place without any planning for you. The fact of being away from him was something much worse in your head.

Then you moved to LA a few weeks later, having Camila go with you made everything easier, having her always around was wonderful. A while later Graham invited Karen to join the band and you guys hit it off incredibly well, your little family was growing and your heart filled with joy to be with so many incredible people.

But little by little things started to unravel, the tour of The Six started and you and Camila stayed at home thinking about what could be happening. Neither Billy nor Warren answered your calls and their absence left you both anxious and missing them.

Camila had decided to go after them, you were left to take care of everything, there was something in you that was very afraid of what you would find if you went with her. And when she came back devastated, with her eyes swollen from crying, your heart broke to see her like this and the anxiety of what your boyfriend could be doing also took over you.

You learned that Billy had gone to rehab when the band returned, Eddie was devastated, Graham worried about his brother and Karen didn't show many emotions about it.

But when you saw Warren come back it was like you got air after a swim, like you finally found the missing piece to fill you. He smiles when he sees you in the room, opening his arms to envelop you in a hug.

"My doll!" He says squeezing you tighter into the hug. "How have you been?"

"Missed you so much." You say in the hug, feeling him close was relieving.

"Well, you won't have to miss me anymore." He says tickling you.

Rojas liked you, he loved your company, spending nights talking with you, spending time with you was good. He also loved the connection you two had, he loved kissing you, feeling your skin and well the sex was wonderful too. He had nothing to complain about you, but there was something missing… and he couldn't tell what.

The months until Billy got back from rehab were rough, Camila missed him a lot and being a mother wasn't easy, you tried to help her with what you could Eddie also was always there for her. You all were trying to keep it together, the newborn didn't make it easy, y'all weren't used to the crying at all, it messed with your sleep.

"Can't sleep?" Warren says from behind you, making you jump a little.

"Poor Cami…" You say when you hear Julia cry even louder. "If we can't sleep, imagine her."

"Do you think she'll stop soon?" Rojas looked tired, bags under his eyes.

"I don't think so." You laugh at his frustrated expression, you hug him around the waist and he places his chin on top of your head.

Nights like this where it was just the two of you, dealing with everything seemed so much easier. Everything was so uncertain since Billy left that feeling safe for a few moments was perfect.

"I love you." you say in the hug, you feel him freeze and instantly regret saying it.

He breaks the hug and places a kiss on your lips. And although that calmed you down, you never forgot that he didn't say it back.

…

The day Billy and Camila had the party to celebrate the new house you were radiant, After so long things seemed to be coming back together, they had the best music in the country and the record company had taken them back, you only had reasons to celebrate.

You had a big smile on your face when you walked in the house, the decor was wonderful, the food smelled great, and you had your "family" there for that special moment.

Karen was with you sitting at one of the tables in the backyard, from afar you could see Graham and Billy laughing at something, Camila was holding Julia while talking to another group of people, and you couldn't find Warren anywhere.

"Have you seen Warren?" You ask the blonde next to you, while drinking some of the beer you had in hand.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him around here." Karen shrugged. "But don't worry, he must have been late with something, or he's just around the house."

Even with your friend's words you decide to get up to look for the drummer, he seemed distant in the last few days and that worried you. Walking among people you can recognize that curly hair, soon you approach eager to congratulate your favorite drummer, but something's stops you.

Your heart races, your hands start to shake, a shiver takes over your body and you feel your breath disappearing every second longer you watch that scene. There he was, the love of your life, holding another girl by the waist, kissing her the way he does to you.

You can't hold back the tears, breathing became more and more difficult, you needed to get out of there. Gathering the rest of the strength you had, you turn to leave, and when you're finally at the door, you feel someone grab your arm.

"Hey, you're leaving already?" Camila's voice takes your ears, you turn around trying to stop crying but you can't. "Baby what's wrong?"

You can't answer her, you just let the tears fall down your face, it was like your heart was giving up. She hugs you tight, trying to comfort you somehow, she takes you out of the house to a place further away from the crowd.

You are silent for a few minutes, she never let go of your hand as she looked at you worriedly.

"What happened Y/N?" Camila watched you waiting for you to have the courage to speak.

"Warren was kissing another girl." You say in a choked voice.

"What?" Camila was in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"I know what I saw." Your heart broke when you remembered the image. "He doesn't love me, I'll never be enough for him."

Camila hugs you, she understood the frustration and pain you were going through.

"Maybe you guys should talk." She says fixing your hair. "Sometimes things aren't clear between you…"

"What isn't clear Cami?" You had a lump in your throat that wouldn't go away. "I left my home, my family to be with him. I say I love him everyday, what am I doing wrong?"

"Oh baby, you're not doing anything wrong." She had teary eyes too. "Sometimes you can love someone with all that you got, but it doesn't mean it'll be enough for them."

"I can't deal with this right now." You say getting up, leaving aimlessly.

Camila didn't try to stop you, she knew you needed your time. She gets up going back inside the house with a tightness in her chest to see you like this, Warren would have to hear a lot from her!

She storms into the backyard to find the band assembled laughing at something she doesn't hear. Billy is the first to notice her presence, he gets a little tense when he notices his wife clearly angry.

"Everything alright baby?" the older Dunne asks, pulling Julia closer to his lap.

"Not really, quite the opposite actually." She crossed her arms, looking directly at Warren. "You and I have to talk seriously, ahora!"

"Jeez, she spoke in Spanish. Good luck!" Eddie whispers to his best friend.

"Me?" Warren asks with the cigarette dangling between his lips. Camila nods, he gets up following her.

Those left behind were confused, but they knew that if Camila was dealing with this it was better to let her.

"What's on your fucking mind Pendejo?" Warren's body froze, if Camila was mad at him he had screwed up a lot.

"Why do you say that?" He asks, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.

"Didn't you miss anyone among us?" With each word spoken by her, the drummer became more confused.

"Cami, I'm way too high for metaphors." He scratches his head, frowning.

"Y/N saw what you did." In addition to being angry Camila looked disappointed and that messed with Rojas.

"Niña, I don't know what you're talking about." He actually looked confused.

"You fucking kissed another girl tonight Rojas!" Warren looked away, a little embarrassed. "Look at me! What is on your fucking mind to do that?"

"Cami…" He started to say but didn't know how to explain.

"You don't even have an excuse." She chuckles. "She loves you Warren."

"I know." He says, she arched her eyebrows.

"So why did you do this?" Camila had her hands on her hips. "If you know she loves you, and that you would break her heart. Why did you do it?"

"I want to live, don't get me wrong I adore Y/N. She's great!" He says, little by little he realized how fucked up was what he said. "But she holds me back, I want to experience the best of everything I'm living now."

"Warren, you've been together for years." Camila didn't understand his words.

"That's where you're wrong, we never agreed to date, I thought we were having fun…" Warren starts to say but she cuts him off.

"Para, don't be an asshole!" She says, hearing those words coming from her was a shock to the drummer. "Y/N moved here with us for you, she left her family for you…"

"I never asked her to do that!" Rojas tried to explain, but with each word she got angrier.

"She did it for love Warren!" She looked deep into his eyes. "You didn't have to ask her for anything, that girl is madly in love with you. She would do anything to see you well, and it's very cruel of you to play with her feelings like that."

"I'm not playing with anyone's feelings Cami, ya te lo dije!" He wanted to convince himself that it was true, he didn't want that weight on him.

"Warren, you act like her fucking boyfriend." Camila says, trying to keep calm. "But I'm not your mother, I'm not going to stand here lecturing you. You are already too big for this shit, I don't know where she went, but I swear to God Warren If she's not at home by the time I'm there tomorrow. You'll have a problem! Fix this."

...

You had managed to stop crying a few minutes ago, you watched the dark sky trying to understand how to deal with all this. You loved the drummer so much, but you knew that continuing in this might not lead to anything, even if you loved him body and soul.

If you walked a few blocks more you would arrive at the house in Laurel Canyon, but something prevented you from going there, firstly because you would remember everything you lived with Warren there, what frustrated you the most was thinking that he treated you wonderfully there, it was you two against the world always, you felt loved, cherished by him between four walls.

Secondly, because you knew that going back there would make you doubt whether or not that was your place. Just thinking that everything they lived there was false hurts more and more.

You take a deep breath trying to take the courage to go there, then after a long time standing still you walk there.

…

Warren felt horrible, he knew he had done wrong and he couldn't stop thinking about how to fix it. He liked you a lot, but he knew he didn't feel the same way you did about him, and because you were so dear to him he hated that he had done you harm, even though he tried his best to preserve your feelings.

He didn't want to tell anyone about the conversation with Camila, he was too embarrassed, and he knew that Eddie would probably punch him if he found out about it. So he was quiet for the rest of the night, thinking about how to solve it.

When they arrived at the house in Laurel Canyon the lights were on, so you were probably already there, the drummer's heart raced he was afraid to face you. He was afraid to see you sad and disappointed gaze on him.

It's been a few minutes since he was standing in the doorway of the room you shared, afraid to step in and talk to you. He puts his hands to the door to ask permission to enter, but the door is opened before he can.

He's face to face with your puffy eyes, his heart sinks, he can see you were holding back tears, embarrassed he drops his gaze to the floor.

"Look Warren don't worry, I'm packing my things…" You say in a broken voice.

"What?" He says trying to hold your hands, you step back. "Doll, please don't be like that. You don't have to leave."

"Are you serious right now?" He could hear the pain in your voice. "Enter the room, no one needs to hear our conversation."

You ask and he does, sitting on the bed next to you.

"Warren, I love you…" You say, not holding the tear anymore. "And although leaving you will hurt me, I can't just let you hurt me even more."

Rojas had tears in his eyes too, he felt really bad about it all.

"We made things work until now…" He says holding your hands.

"No Warren, I made things work until now." You release your hands from his.

"Don't say it like that doll…" He says, his heart aches to see that the nickname doesn't make you smile like it used to. "I like you, I really do… and I'm sorry for what happened tonight, I messed things up I know but…"

You look down, crying more, he doesn't understand what he said wrong and on impulse he takes your face in his hands. When he saw your teary eyes he regretted it, it was like facing the grossest consequence of his actions.

"What can I do to make it up for you?" He speaks almost like a whisper. "I promise you it won't happen again."

"Warren…" You wanted to say yes, but you knew him. "I can't love alone."

He remained silent, he had nothing else to say to you, and lying to you saying that he loved you too and that it was only you that he imagined in his future was not an option.

"Forgive me Y/N…" His hands were still on your face, forcing you both to look at each other.

"I forgive you." You say crying. "I never thought leaving you would be so hard."

"Stay." He begs you, one more time.

"I need time." You remove his hands from your face, getting up to get your things.

He watches you walk away from him, he cries too, it was like doing something you both needed to do but when the time finally came... It was more painful than ever.

When you approach the door to go, he gets up quickly, you turn to him waiting for him to say something. He doesn't, he just moves closer to you, making your breathing uneven… You kiss him one last time and he holds your waist kissing you tenderly.

"I'll miss you doll." He says with his eyes closed, his forehead resting against yours. "Please, take care… and if you need anything."

"I know." You smile weakly, pulling away from him. "Don't blame yourself, maybe we just met at the wrong time…"

"Yeah, maybe…" He says with a tight chest.

"Can you do me a favor?" You ask, and he nods. "Give this address to Cami, tell her I'll be alright."

He takes the paper, tucking it into his vest pocket, you smile weakly at him getting your bags ready to leave.

"I hope to see you again, doll." He says, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"I love you." You say as an ending, leaving.

Warren sits on your bed, already feeling your absence, he watched your part of the closet empty, your side of the bed without you, it was like nothing fit.

Warren Rojas: She had to leave me for me to realize that no one would love me more than her, and also for me to notice what love really was about, months later I found that paper once again and… I went after her, Cami told me to fix things, and I was finally going to do it.

...

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[curatedbyhatto]

Fool in Utopia - Blacklight

Good morning! This week's song is called 'Blacklight' from the US artist 'Fool in Utopia' (because of time constraints, the video will be/was published on a different day than this post)

Hello! It has been an amazing, a bit stressing but wonderful week for me, and I hope the same applies for you! My birthday was on Thursday, everyone at worked wished me a happy birthday, as well as my friends and family, and to be honest, I love it. On Sunday, my girlfriend and my friends threw a surprise party for me and I cried internally with joy. It was brutal, they got me a Minecraft cake and Floppa cupcakes, some hot snacks, and LASAGNA. You can see more on my instagram profile.

Also, work has been hard, ngl, I started production this week and it's... a lot; but I've managed, we've all managed. And Kasia, my support coach has been amazing. More so because she's there when I panic.

However, back to what we're here for, the music. This week's song is such a freaking masterpiece. So, what about the artist?

About the artist

'Fool in Utopia' is the pseudonym of Texas (USA) based artist 'Marc Rodriguez' (though he's originally from New Jersey). He started playing cello back when he was in fifth grade, then became drummer for 'The Frites'.

However they eventually started college (Marc is currently studying vision science at UIW), got separate ways, and that's when he really discovered his path with 'Fool in Utopia', singing his poems over his ukelele playing.

He cited twenty øne piløts as his biggest inspo (would you look at that, my favorite band too.)

Because of this desire to move further with the project Marc learnt how to produce his own music. Marc started publishing in 2018, with the release of his debut EP 'Eu'

After that, the release of his self titled debut album came, this in March 2019, and 'Blacklight' was there again. This album was produced in his college dorm room, by himself.

Then came all the other releases up to today, including 4 singles (lemon, isla blue, broken hearted boys and keep my head straight) which would later be featured in the June 2022's album 'Arcadia' (which you should also listen too!)

Marc has said the following about his 'Fool in Utopia' project:

"In this perfect place, in this utopia, we grow and we learn; and we try to understand the world around us; a place with ideas, with lessons, with the truth. The truth behind my name is that I feel as if this path, this lifestyle, isn't the one that is as perfect as it could be."

"This idea of 'Fool in Utopia' expresses how we each have a say in how our future turns out, how we are the fools that turn around to look at what this utopia is supporting and what this utopia wants us to be. We don't have to remain confined in this everlasting cycle of concrete floors and contained greenery."

Marc is on social media, like instagram, twitter, and facebook, and of course soundcloud, spotify and youtube. He also has a website for the project (and you should definitely check it out.)

About the song

'Blacklight has appeared on 2 different releases:

In his first EP, 'Eu', as the first of three tracks.

In his debut album, also named 'Fool in Utopia'; this time as the second track.

If I remember correctly, I found the song thanks to an Instagram ad (and trust me when I say I have discovered amazing music like that, from Dansu to Castlecomer, a lot of amazing stuff.)

It was an instant match. The vocals, the uke, the latinamerican percussions, EVERYTHING. I burnt the song. I played it over and over and then the whole album and then I followed Marc and- you get it.

Meaning

'Blacklight (basically) talks about a breakup (or death of a girlfriend) in a very poetic way. Explaining how people act like they don't care about what others feel, and how they make others feel. Deep lyrics, to be honest. Like them. Feel them.

Sources (except the ones already listed on text) 'Afton Emerging Artist: Fool in Utopia' an article in 'afton'3 'Take a listen to 'Fool in Utopia' a column in 'LOGOS' (UIW newspaper) 'Listen To Fool in Utopia New Album' an article on 'VISUAL ATELIER 8'

Gallery

#curated by hatto: the music #indie #independent #music #alternative #rock #latin rythms #obscure #unknown

[youn9racha]

Happy Birthday, Emo Boy

Pairing: lead singer!Jisungxgroupie/fan!reader (afab/fem)

Words: 1.8k

Genre: smut

Warning: emo band 3racha au, jisung ruins his lungs here aka smoking, public sex, oral sex (blowjob), one night stand (?), mentions of drugs (no one takes it), explicit consent, chan and changbin are kinda mean

Extra notes: this is my happy birthday gift to my favorite emo boy :’) i just wanna make something real quick inspired by one of hard thoughts i had in the past as a happy birthday piece. happy birthday jisungie, i hope you get nothing but good blessings and dick sucking in your life <3333

——————————————————————————— This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised. ——————————————————————————-

”Happy birthday to Jisungie! Happy birthday to you!” The crowd in front of the trio roared and cheered for the now twenty-one year old lead singer and guitarist. Despite his image, Jisung was nothing but a mere shy kid who easily gets flustered over the smallest kindest gesture, so you can imagine his bashful, yet excited, reaction. He instinctively covered his face to hide his red face when Changbin, the drummer, began encouraging the crowd to cheer by singing along and flailing his free arm up and down while Chan, bassist, brought up a cake with a candle lit up into it. After the crowd got done with singing, Jisung closed his eyes to “make a wish” and blew it, making the crowd applaud and yell for him.

After the cheering died down by a minimum, Jisung chuckled nervously and thank the crowd for the birthday wishes. Jisung truly loved the band life, he could be socially awkward, but once he’s on stage, it was a whole complete different story. His shy introverted self was suddenly replaced by a figure who was quite opposite of himself as soon as he hits the stage.

After finishing up the whole concert, each of the boy were starting their closing speech. Chan started talking, however Jisung couldn’t seem help but fade Chan’s away and let his gaze go at a certain girl in the crowd. While she was cheering for him, he was enchanted by the way she was looking. She stood front row, slightly below but right in front of him. Their eye contacts were intense, as thought they were communicating through their eyes, and it was clear that neither of them had anything pure to say.

While entranced by her eyes, Jisung felt a nudge in his arm by Changbin, and soon realized that it was his turn to speak to his audience. “Oh, oh, um.. sorry, I was still taken aback by the birthday cheer,” Jisung nervously spoke, which elicit laughs from the audience, the girl, and the two members. He tried his best to look ar everyone, but his eyes were deeply set on the girl in front of him. He wanted her, he wanted to see her up close and personal, and it seems as though she felt the same.

However, he saw her walking away through the crowd, after looking at him with a dark look and turning away from him. His eyes tried following her, but he couldn’t catch her on time, which made him frown a little, but he concealed it quickly with a smile.

“Thank you, everyone, for the amazing show and the birthday wishes, this has been 3racha! We love to see you again!”

~~~ “Jisung, you’re not slick, I hope you know that,” Changbin teased as the three walked back into their dressing room. Jisung was taken aback at Changbin’s sudden comment, “what do you mean?”

”Everyone saw how you looked at the girl in the crowd, Ji, you were stumbling your words and your eyes were on only one direction,” Chan said, speaking through while he started to strip off of his dirty clothes to change into a new one. Jisung didn’t think it was the case, but Chan was right, he could ony focus on one thing and it was the girl in the crowd, and he wasn’t too discreet about it either.

“Yeah, exactly, how pretty was she for you to only look at her?” Changbin commented while packing up his drums into his casing.

”If you saw her then you would get it!” Jisung protested in defense, making Changbin raise his arm back, baffled, “woah, relax, it wasn’t that serious—“

”No, you don’t get it, she was absolutely beautiful, she was an angel, no a goddess, she couldn’t be compared to any entity!” Jisung’s passionat words were making both men surprised and laugh. Not because they found him dumb, well it was kind of the case, but it was because they found him adorable with the way he was rambling over a girl he saw for less than five minutes. Jisung frowned as he got up, “that’s it! I’m leaving!” And there he started to walk away, while Changbin called out his name while still laughing.

Chan shook his head, “don’t worry, he’ll get over it, this isn’t his first time,” he reasonably said, which made Changbin nod in agreement.

~~~ Jisung power walked at the back alley where no one was around him except trash and slumps. He didn’t care, as he wanted to destress, especially after what Chan and Changbin said. It put him off guard, and set a mini frustration out, but he didn’t want to take it on on them. They may have pissed him off, they were both still older than him and he doesn’t really cross that line, at least not that far. Instead, he opted to pick up a cigarette from the box in his back pocket and start lighting it, letting it take out all of his pent up frustration.

He doesn’t enjoy smoking, as it damages his voice at times, but considering this was the end of the show and that he wasn’t in a private space where he can destress in a different way, he didn’t have any other choice but that. He used his fore and middle finger to pick the cigarette out of his mouth and flicking the remaining ashes with his thumb, sighing out the remaining smoke that was trapped in his body.

He was still thinking a lot about that girl he saw, he was at this point convinced that he must be hallucinating. He has tried hallucinogenic drugs in the past, but he hasn’t had them in so long, and last time he checked that he was sober when getting on stage, so the girl must have been real. He propped his head upwards as he allowed his body to lean back into the wall behind, picking up the cigarette again to inhale it once more with his eyes closed.

”y’know smoking damages your voice, right?”

The voice made him widened his eyes and in an instant he threw away his half lit cigarette. He thought it was a staff member who caught him doing something he shouldn’t be doing, so without looking he began apologizing.

”I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, I just had to…” His voice slowly faded away as the dark female figure slowly walked up to the lit part were he stood. It was the girl from the crowd.

Jisung’s mouth was wide open, he thought he lost her, he thought he wasn’t gonna see her again. Dumbfounded, he smiled and chuckled in disbelief, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I kinda wanted to wish you a happy birthday before I go, but since you’re busy…,” she said, teasingly, walking closer to him, her arms behind back. “No! no, no, I’m free, I just wanted to smoke a little,” Jisung said quickly, which made her smile at his nervous state.

“Okay, I’m glad..”

She wasn’t a stalker by anymeans, but she did want to see him up close to give him something that was hidden behind her back, and Jisung seemed to notice, which made him cross his arms and get off of the wall.

”So... aren’t you gonna wish me?“ He smiled with his pierced eyebrow up. She looked at him with a face that heavily screamed seduction, however she still had to keep it together. She brought the small box up in front of her, it was a black box with a red bow on it. She handed it to the man in front of her, to which he took and instantly try to open it. He doesn’t usually accept gifts, but he couldn’t necessarily reject a gift from a fan, especially not from her.

He opened it and he saw a beaded bracelete, which he smiled even wider. It was like she knew what type of bracelet he enjoys wearing it, “I guessed your favorite based in the bracelets you always wore, so I decided to make one for you,” she said, as she saw him putting it on. Jisung was quite impressed, although sure, anyone can make a beaded bracelet, but she has encorprated his favorite colors and designs into it which made him feel much better.

“Thank you…” Jisung dragged his wording, in hoping to catch her name, to which she responds back by saying, “(y/n).”

“(y/n). beautiful.” Is what he could have said.

“Well, (y/n), I love it, thank you,” Jisung said, looking at your eyes back. While the whole ordeal may seem soft, both of them held much more sinister feelings towards each other specifically. They both maintained an intense stare at each other, as the two slowly leaned themselves in to each other until both lips were met. Their lips hung onto each other so perfectly, as Jisung pulled himself into the wall, dragging her with him. His back against the wall while their tongues were meeting up in the mouth.

She pulled away from to grab some air, leaving the two to pant for a moment. “Can I.. Can I do something?” She whispered into his mouth, she didn’t motion or look at him or anything at certain way, but he knew exactly what she meant just by the way how the kiss felt between them. And possibly by how she could have easily felt and seen how hard Jisung was getting from the time his eyes laid on her.

Jisung nodded vigorously, completely ignoring the fact that they were at a public setting. Sure, no one was here except the two of them, but neither of them held an ounce of careness at this moment, all those two want was each other. Jisung leaned back in to kiss her, this time it was more quick yet passionate. She pulled away by kneeling down, eyes looking up at him then back at the belt in front of her.

She began to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his pants with swift movement which widened his eyes over her eagerness. She pulled down his pants and boxers, her face was nearly slapped by the red tip of his member. She smiled up at him, “you have a pretty good looking cock, birthday boy,” she teased, making Jisung blush and chuckle, “th-thank yo—ha,” he gasped, as she dragged her tongue across his shaft.

She kissed his tip, down his shaft up, still maintaining eye contact with him, him shuddering over it. He was silently begging for her to open her mouth and take him in, and it was like as if she could read him, because thats what she ultimately did.

She opened up her mouth and began to slowly start shoving Jisung’s cock down her throat by bobbing her head down and going up back again, in order not to make herself gag. All the while the movements she was making, all Jisung could do is look down, then throwing his head back, and breath out a moan or a cuss word. His tattooed fingers were carding against her hair, eventually using his whole hand to make a makeshift ponytail in order to not mess your hair that much.

“Fucking hell, (y/n),” Jisung grunted, “your mouth.. is so—fuck!“ He couldn’t out out a coherent sentence over how the girl’s, on her knees,—praying to him—skills. Her tongues placements and movements made him go wild, her hand stroking the remaining length and the other massaging the testes the right way, it was the ideal blowjob and this birthday boy deserved it.

He felt like he was getting closer, so her bobbing became faster so he can finally ride out his high, which he did after he began spilling all on her throat. He pulled her mouth out of him, and he stood to catch his breath. Even though he tasted somewhat sweet, despite his smoking, she couldn’t help but spit out everything from her mouth, as he pretty much put his all on her, literally.

“Do you like that, birthday boy?” She said, wiping her mouth and getting up to look at him. He picked his pants up and began tidying it, all the while his eyes were on her and he smiled when she asked. “What do you think?“ He teasingly asked.

“I could give you more, but you might have to leave soon.” She pouted and looked down, dragging her foot on the floor. Jisung really found her endearing, from how she went from seductress queen to an absolute baby, she drove him crazy.

”Who said this is over? C’mon, you’re coming with me..”

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[blush-and-books]

The End of Julie and the Phantoms - A [very long] Theory

The core of this theory was inspired by many posts that I have seen saying that Julie’s “everything was a dream” shirt may have insinuated that nothing happening on the show is actually reality. I brought my series finale pitch to my dear friend @willexx who then helped me develop this headcanon into something I cried about during lunch. 

It starts out pretty heavy, but there are some little light things here and there because it’s what the himbos would have wanted.

We start here:

In the last episode, the boys are ready too cross over. It’s an emotional moment for everyone, they’re crying, Julie is sobbing, and we as an audience have definitely seen better days. With one last “we love you, Julie,” a flash of light overtakes the garage space, blinding our screens. 

The scene flashes to Julie lying in bed, waking up from her ringing alarm. 

She is visibly confused, clearly wondering how she got to bed when the last thing that she remembers is the boys’ painful departure. When she reaches for her phone to turn off her alarm -- it’s a school day -- she quickly notices the date:

It’s the same day in 2020 that she met the boys, that she was going to clean out her mom’s garage, and that she had to perform to keep her spot in the music program. 

So, none of it was real?

Not exactly. 

The experience was a sort of dream-like saga that was designed for her to be able to grieve on her own, and rediscover her voice in her own way. But just as the panic sets in that it was a complete figment of her imagination, the feeling of cold metal on her left hand becomes too hard to ignore: One of Luke’s rings. 

Reggie’s leather jacket is hanging in her closet.

Alex’s fanny pack is slung across the back of a chair. 

But when she runs downstairs, clad in her dinosaur slippers, rushing to the garage to see if the guys were there -- they aren’t. They have crossed over. 

As she moves through the day, she’s a new Julie, but everything else is the same. Instead of a baseball cap and low ponytail, Julie throws on her black jeans and Reggie’s leather and lets her hair run wild. She’s displaying a confidence that Flynn hasn’t seen in a long time, that seemed to have hit Julie overnight. 

Julie sings Wake Up in music, and keeps her spot in the program. She doesn’t oogle Nick in the halls and she tells Carrie off when there’s an attempt at an insult made. 

Real or not, the boys helped her. They did their job. 

When she gets home, and Ray irks her about cleaning the garage or selling the house, she is quick to insist that she doesn’t want to move and that if he needs her for the rest of the night, she’ll be in her mother’s studio.

There aren’t any instruments except for the piano, and the space has the original layer of dust that it had before her and the guys started using the space again. Julie feels empty. But she reminds herself that the ring on her finger is real, extremely real, so she retraces her steps that she had taken in the first episode and tracks down the Sunset Curve demo CD, puts it in the stereo, and plays it. 

Nothing happens. Or, at least -- nothing that she could see.

The camera pans up as Julie is hard at work to organize the garage, and we see the boys in the chairs on the ceiling, watching over her fondly. 

~This is where @willexx started to throw in some epic ideas~

The boys are real, and they have crossed over, which renders Julie unable to see them. However, in her reset reality without them, no one remembers Julie and the Phantoms or the fact that the boys existed in the first place. The boys, while she can’t see them, visit her and try to make contact with her as much as they can, even though their times with her are limited since they are supposed to be on the other side.

She’ll feel a ghost of a touch on her hand or her hair, and know that Luke is there. When she’s in the car and the radio is on a country station, she knows that it’s Reggie. In a journal for school, a small “okay” will be written in the corner of a page, and it is Alex. These little notes keep her going, and she’ll just sigh and say “my boys,” and leave everyone around her confused. 

Sometimes, when she wakes up in the morning, the demo tape can be heard playing in the garage. Somehow she’ll get filled with hope that if she runs into the garage, the boys will be there rocking out without her like she used to scold them for left and right -- but no one is there. Ray comments that the stereo is broken and Julie has no choice but to nod along. 

One day she finds Luke’s songbook that had been buried in the plastic garbage bags of the boys’ belongings. She still brings Unsaid Emily to his parents, and she cries herself to sleep that night. 

When Julie blows up as a solo artist, she actually records Unsaid Emily, and she records Bright, and all of the other songs that her and Luke wrote together. Luke Patterson is in the writing credits for many of the songs, where Trevor never bothered to list him, and a part of Luke is at piece. 

On the two year anniversary of Rose’s passing, Julie finds Luke’s “angst flannel.” Ray asks where she got it; she tells him a thrift store. But it feels warm, like all of the guys are there, hugging her. 

Another morning, she could swear that Luke and Reggie are strumming out Flying Solo on level one volume, and once again finds herself darting to the garage with no good excuse except to keep her hopes up. They, unsurprisingly, aren’t there -- but a note is, that says “you’re a star, Jules. We love you.”

The handwriting is messy. She knows it’s from Luke, who probably fought the boys to even write the note because he just wanted to talk to her even though they need to move on and his handwriting is awful. The note gets tucked into the pocket of the flannel, and when she needs to be reminded that she’ll be okay, she pulls it out of the pocket and holds it tight. 

Before every show, she reads the note, and mumbles a little prayer to them wherever they are -- even if no one else believes they are real. 

When Luke’s flannel starts to lose it’s original sweet scent of Emily and Mitch’s house, Julie spends an hour crying on the floor of her bathroom. A faded orange beanie appears in her room the next day. 

Little notes from Luke appear here and there, but never from any of the guys. In the shadows where she can’t see them, Alex tells Luke that in order for both themselves and Julie to move on, Luke needs to stop leaving her notes -- so most of the ones that Julie finds are even more messy than usual, like Luke was trying to write them without the guys noticing. 

During one of their forbidden conversations, Julie says to Luke: “hey, I never told you this before... But I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what I would do without knowing that you guys were still around. I think I would have lost my mind, and would have been convinced that I went crazy.”

Luke could have ran to Alex, repeated Julie’s tearful words, and given the drummer a fat “I told you so.” But he doesn’t. Julie’s validation is the only validation that he needs. 

Whenever her and Carlos and Ray make an extra seat at their dinner table for Rose, Julie imagines, deep in her mind, that it is for Reggie too. Reggie deserved a seat at their table; deserved to be a part of their family. A family that would have loved him.  And when a fork falls off of the table, Julie knows he’s there. One day, Julie asks Ray how he would have felt about having another son. He responds confused, and Julie gets tears in her eyes, and neither of them bring it up again.

When Julie and Flynn go to Pride together, Julie wears Alex’s fanny pack even though she hadn’t gotten any signs from him since they had all moved on. He still doesn’t reach out afterwards, too overwhelmed by her gesture to think of a way to properly extend his gratitude and love for the girl who is keeping his spirit alive -- but Luke lets her know that he was grateful. 

Luke still visits Julie like he visits Emily and Mitch. And on Luke’s birthday every year, Julie goes to a little bakery after school and buys herself a cupcake; sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to light a candle and sing happy birthday. When she lights the candle, the candle gets blown out. Every year after that first year, she gets candles that you have to turn on and off so that Luke can’t ruin the moment. 

(He ends up throwing the fake candle on the ground out of retaliation.)

Julie is so emotionally stable for the most part that the complete change is a shock to Ray. He tries to ask her what happened, but she always acts like nothing happened and then hides in her room for hours. Sometimes, she makes random little comments out of the blew and Ray has many conversations with Victoria on whether or not he should have Julie seeing Dr. Turner again. 

At her first solo concert, Julie walks into the dressing room to find “Stand Tall” written three times, in three different handwriting styles, in red, pink, and blue. The message in blue is the messiest by far, and is followed up with a heart. 

The name of Julie’s first album is Phantoms. 

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #jatp #jatp theory #jatp headcanons #julie molina #luke patterson

[lukesperfectharmonyhair]

im rewatching jatp instead of studying for the 3 tests i have tomorrow and i thought i would share my thoughts and reactions with each episode so enjoy!!....

wake up

- hearing the “1, 2, 3″ at the start of the episode gives me more serotonin than my antidepressants ever will

- julie’s slippers...that’s it...that’s the thought

- that dry ass pasta the molina’s are eating for dinner??? someone needs to give my man ray some cooking tips or a cookbook... something

-the looks the boys give julie when she says it was an OLD cd she found. as if they could be old??

-the entire julie and luke kitchen scene i mean there are no words to describe how much i am in love with scene. the banter, the flirting, luke giving this girl he literally just met an actual PIECE OF HIS SOUL so she can get music back into her life. not a single time have i watched that scene and not felt my heart literally grow cause of how cute they are. 

-the entire scene when julie is singing wake up. that scene is what made me literally CRAVE watching the other episodes. like of course i was going to watch them cause i wasn’t gonna just stop watching a show after one episode, and yes the show was good already but seeing the lighting and her voice, and just everything about the scene,,,,*chef’s kiss* 

bright

-flynn drinking seven sodas....SEVEN??? i would be throwing up if i drank more than like 2 and she drank seven,,,no ma’am.

- flynn and her trumpet. talented queen

- “ i wouldn’t have given you the song if i didnt think you were gonna rock it.” lmaooo im crying:)

- i start tearing up every time julie goes to play the first notes of bright,,, and then i’m full on bawling when the guys come in and play with her cause...they weren’t playing to be seen they were playing to be there for her and play to comfort her. pls i love them<3

- nick vibing in the front row

- the tech guy deserves so much more praise

flying solo

- reggie’s little butt shake or whatever you wanna call it!!

- julie’s little laugh when she yells at the guys to stop it

- “and we’re on the runway again” GENUINELY one of my favorite lines of the whole show pls i love luke’s humor

-this is the first time i noticed this but reggie’s face after alex says “DONT TELL ME HOW TO GHOST!”

-WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU<3333333

-the slow mo helmet take off,,,,me too alex me too

-willie’s little giggles:))))

- “oh-oh!”

- “no clue” alex i love you baby<3

- next season better give us a scene of flynn throwing eggs at someone’s house because i think it’s safe to say we were robbed of that experience. 

- the flying solo performance is just amazing

i got the music

- just the whole opening scene is so cute ....the dancing, singing, happiness RADIATING from julie 

-nick in an all white suit and fedora

-WILLEX MUSEUM DATE YEAH BABYYYYY

- carefree skateboarder bf and anxiety ridden drummer bf

- yelling. in. museums. 

-alex thinking he’s literally dying again because of the salt... zero braincells in this band.

- another scene we were robbed of that i need to see in season 2...reggie singing “home is where my horse is” while alex and julie sit patiently and attentively listen to him but luke looks like he’s about to commit murder

- i get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment for julie when she looks through luke’s songbook and says “ wow luke I didn’t know you were such a romantic” julie baby i love you but...eekkkkk

- “he looks like a substitute teacher”- where did he come up with that like so many other things he could be compared to but a substitute teacher??

- “luke introduced you to rock” heck yeah it did.. literal soulmates

- would like to see a picture of the raccoon in Flynn’s backyard

- wee woo wee woo police sirens://///

- julie’s outfit ughhhh i love it

- the poster that im pretty sure says “sexiest role” behind caleb... why was that necessary 

the other side of hollywood

- THE ENTIRE PERFORMANCE OF THE OTHER SIDE OF HOLLYWOOD 

- i lose my absolute shit over this song omg literal chills

- the cape grab i cannot physically do this rn

- willie being so excited the entire performance and looking over to see alex’s reaction

- reggie being in awe everytime one of the girls performing does something.. me too reggie

-”well i wouldn't really call it mAAgiCcCC bUT”

- nick and his fedora again

- alex has a crush, alex has a crush on.....WILLIE

-the boys eating food for the first time in 25 years is honestly so realistic

-alex shoving a whole slice of pizza in his mouth

- lukes ‘OH MY GODDDDD’

- reggie kissing his meatball sub that looks painfully dry but also delicious 

- the continuation of the other side of hollywood performance and everyone dancing

-reggie imitating caleb’s evil laugh and owen trying so hard not to break

-me getting mad at the boys for not showing up for julie and being sad with her but at the same time i’m obviously not mad at the boys just...disappointed?? idk 

finally free

- how did julie get to the school if she missed the first three classes?? wasn’t she still at flynn’s house from the night before cause she slept over so did she walk to school or was she just sitting in flynn’s house by herself and one of flynn’s parents was like you gonna go to school or???

-dance class with nicky poo<3

-reggie fixing his amp in the rain

-julie’s blue dress outfit in this episode is my ABSOLUTE favorite 

- the birthday candle scene makes me sob like a little baby,,,and rightfully so

- julie smart, smart to be taking calculus as what a sophomore??

- all eyes on me yes queen iconic

- alex dancing is how i dance in my brain whenever the song comes on 

- finally free as a song is NEVER given enough credit and why not?? it’s my favorite song they do as a band AND the madison’s vocals and the echoing part omg i loveeeee

- and the whole performance with luke’s heart eyes. i count this performance as the moment luke like fell in love with julie...like full on just blown away with how much awe and admiration he has for her in that moment and all the time.

 - julie and luke singing “and you’re a part of me” while staring directly into each others soul,,,yeah that’s love kids

edge of great

- carlos being the ghost hunter he is and tía being done with him

- luke’s pouting face 

- reggie and ray making breakfast together is so wholesome. reggie really loves and seeks comfort in ray and i love that

- luke just waiting next to julie’s locker and his little “hey”

- the first time i watch this scene i thought charlie was from new york cause of the way he says “ i can't do this without you” and then i watched the cast interviews and just realized he is somewhat joey tribbiani 

- jealous luke hehehehehhehehe

- “well dont you look shARrP”- yes he does luke thank you very much

- “uh oh i think someone has a crush on julie” yeah you do you little shit,,, now admit it to her

- the proud look on luke’s face when he realizes julie is still paying attention to HIM even though she’s supposed to be having a full on conversation with nick

- the shoulder push ( as someone who has had their own shoulder pushed in the middle of a high school hallway as a weird way of flirting,,,,i can definitely somewhat attest to how luke is feeling in that moment and i too continued to flirt with the person who shoulder shoved me while we were still standing in the hallway)

- the flow from whatever the hell dance nick and julie are doing and the perfect harmony dance is so special to me and i love it

-ADOANCLOBNAOVBCOAB THE HAIR PLSSSSS

- EVERYTIME THE SCENE COMES ON AND I SEE HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MIRROR I HAVE TO PAUSE THE SHOW FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES WHILE I DIE LAUGHING BECAUSE THE HAIR IS SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I SHOULD BE USED TO HOW IT LOOKS AFTER WATCHING THIS SHOW LITERALLY 30 TIMES

- i think people see my username and assume i like his hair in this scene but...ummm fun little fact i do not like it

- the dance is so good though ugh my babies

- the hair

- madison is gorgeous 

- another season 2 scene i need: julie teaching this dance to luke and they perform it in front of alex and reggie so they can see luke roll on the floor like that

-the hair

- the lift i loveeee

- the voices at the end of the song *chef’s kiss*

- the way julie spins out from luke and into nick omg so good

- “thAnKs pArTnER”

- luke denying his feelings for julie,,,babe pls

- the whole edge of great performance is so good and beautiful and the colors are SPECTACULAR 

-julie avoiding luke’s gaze lolz

- can't believe my mans really tried to deny he didn’t have feelings for julie like 5 hours earlier even though he’s getting upset because she hasn’t looked at him in 2 minutes

- THE. GUITAR. RIFF. SOLO.

- when i finally learn how to play the electric guitar well enough to learn the guitar solo... it’s over for everyone

-nick just came to watch the girl he likes perform not watch her flirt with a hologram plssss can we give this man a break next season.

- “we have to say goodbye to julie”- that’s literally more important to luke than not playing music anymore because julie is music to him now

unsaid emily

-already crying and the episode hasn't even started

-willex in the orpheum

- alex literally being OVER reggie

- nope too emotionally unstable to watch this scene right now

- my therapist will be hearing about this tomorrow

- show us the baby picture of luke cowards

- this is such a beautiful song that makes me cry every fucking time gosh damn it

- everytime i watch the flashback scene of luke on his bike i think of “christmas song” by phoebe bridges and i cry even more

- i tried to learn how to play this song on my electric guitar (because i dont have an acoustic guitar) and i ended up crying half way through so i do not think i will be playing it anytime soon:/

- the harmonies *chef’s kiss*

- THE POLICE LIGHTS ....i cry

- FAT tears rolling down my face

- there's literally not a moment i don’t cry during this episode

- interesting little relationship :0

- when i played percussion in 7th grade i used to lay down on the couch in the practice room at school ( which god knows what people did on that couch...ew) and stick my drumsticks up my nose too,,,, just another similarity between alex and i 

stand tall

- willie really drove a bus 200 miles into the desert for his crush

- WILLEX HUG 

- i love willie no last name so much,,,i just wanna hold and protect him

- alex’s ballerina dance

-julie’s overall outfit i love<3

- “im swimming”

- the way carlos hangs up the iPad on tía makes me CRACK UP he’s just lmao bye girl

- another julie outfit i love

- “anything julie. you know that.” AHHHHHAASIDSJFPACISN love bitches

- the suits

- luke’s hair in this episode is so much better than the perfect harmony hair pls

- YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

- the way luke looks so restricted and confined in his suit... but at the same time he looks like a 10 week old puppy

-luke’s AGGRESSIVE but small foot tapping leading up to being on the stage

- the solos:)))))

- crying again over julie’s monologue to her mom

- julie really was brave enough to be ready to perform by herself

-the way Trevor looks at carrie when she says “been here before”

-ALEXXXXXX

-REGGIEEEEE

-luuukkKKKEEEEEEE

- this performance makes me cry

- especially the first time when i saw luke flickering...sobs

- he finally looks free in his suit:))

- alex’s solo is so pretty i love him

- reggie’s solo too 

- nick just straight up vibing the entire performance

- alex and luke holding hands...hehehe cute besties

- “thank you, guys” NO THANK YOU 

- the way julie begs for them to do something about the jolts for HER cause she knows luke would never say no to her

- “no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you,” I JUST SCREAMED AND IM PRETTY SURE I WOKE UP MY ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD...whoops

- going back to that line i could say so much about it but....for someone who’s life was literally MUSIC for the 17 years he was alive, and after finding out he could play music again even though he was dead and saying it made him feel alive, he would give that up- he would give up playing his guitar, playing in a band with his friends, give up writing and singing music- if he wasn’t doing that with julie. that’s more than saying i love you,,,that’s literally like saying i’d give up my ENTIRE LIFE and what i love to do if i dont get to do it with you

- i just made myself cry with that description...wow

-the hug<3

-also imagine how luke felt in that moment,,, hearing this girl, once again that he would give his life up for, saying in his ear that she loves them. i would motherfucking glow too, luke

- *passionately but gently holds each others faces*

-HANDS OFF MY BABY NICK, CALEB

- caleb’s outfit is....something

- the head turn plssss

this was so long and i am so sorry but if you read this far.....leave some of your own reactions or thoughts:)))

k goodnight im gonna, ugh, finally go study ://

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #willie #flynn jatp #nick jatp #carrie wilson #renew jatp #netflix PLEASE we are begging give us a season 2

[queenmolina]

bobby’s birthdays

a collection of headcanons

bobby’s 5th birthday is the first that he can recall. his teacher offers him extra smiles while class are coloring and everyone sings to him. he has cake after every meal including breakfast and laughs hysterically as he and his parents wipe frosting onto each other’s cheeks. he feels so special and decides that if birthdays are full of smiles and laughter then they would be his favorite time of the year

bobby’s 8th birthday is when he decides he’s too grown up for face planting a cake. his parents buy him a guitar and he thanks them but he’s far more excited than he let on, he just can’t show them that. still, he’s grateful. he practises every night until bedtime to let them know how grateful he is

bobby’s 11th birthday is spent at a new school. the kids there don’t know it’s his birthday - he’s only been there a couple of days so he’s not bothered that they don’t know. still, sitting alone to eat on his birthday does kind of suck

a kid in his class with his front teeth still missing and dark hair tips his head at bobby’s cake as he walks past. (“you brought cake?” “my mom made it.” “must be a special day”) the kid runs off before bobby can tell him that it’s his birthday but they smile at each other across the classroom all afternoon and bobby doesn’t mind that he didn’t wish him a happy birthday. it feels nice to be smiled at just because and not for birthday reasons

bobby’s 14th birthday is spent at luke’s house. his mom serves up a fancy pasta dish and mumbles lightheartedly about the racket they made upstairs during ‘band practice’. none of the boys mention that they’re trying to recruit alex from school to be their drummer. they know music’s a sore subject in this house. but when bobby goes home, his parents have cleared out the garage space and surprised him with a newer guitar that’s slimmer and glossed like a rockstars. bobby knows that sneaking a drum set upstairs at the patterson’s is no longer on their to-do list.

bobby’s 16th birthday had found him in the drivers seat of his dads old van, driving to his friends houses to pick them up for a band meeting. they had plans to come up with a band name and bobby’s parents had agreed to get some posters and shirts printed for them so they can feel like real celebrities. (bobby’s vote was still sunrise skies but according to luke, that name didn’t ‘have the right energy’)

bobby’s 17th birthday is the day they first go busking. they’ve got a couple of good original songs but they’re mostly playing covers. his boys pile into his van and try and carefully stack their instruments so they don’t get jostled. bobby insists he’s a good driver and they’ll be fine but alex was too worried that his drum kit would get scratched. luke doesn’t audibly complain which is unlike him but bobby suspects it has something to do with their conversion earlier - luke was angry at his mom and bobby had offered a place to stay where he could cool down. he still stood by the offer but didn’t like the look in luke’s eyes when he agreed to think about it

after their set on the pier, reggie suggests they all get ice-cream. bobby couldn’t care less, he doesn’t particularly enjoy ice-cream, but reggie pulls out a candle and a lighter and jams it into bobby’s cone with a grin. his hands are sticky and dripping with melted vanilla ice-cream once the boys have finished singing to him but he laughs at their purposefully extravagant harmonies and blows out the candle nonetheless. he and reggie bump shoulders all the way back to the van as reggie tells him all the things he’s planned for bobby’s birthday extravaganza. bobby bites back a smile at his friends excitement and spends the whole evening in the company of his favorite people, unable to stop the grin from spreading across his face

bobby spends his 18th birthday alone. his parents give him the space he asked for and he sits in the garage staring at all the stuff his boys left behind

luke’s notebook is open on the table from where he had been scribbling new ideas for songs before they left. they were going to be big, they would need new music. bobby closes the book and throws it onto a pile of luke’s freshly washed clothes, decidedly unable to read his friends handwriting through the tears that burn in his eyes

alex’s old drumsticks clatter together as they catch a breeze from the open door. his new sticks, the ones they had got him for his birthday specifically for their performance, were still in the back of his van. bobby hadn’t even driven it back home. he thinks maybe his dad had. he hasn’t been in it

reggie’s banjo is lent against the wall. bobby can’t bring himself to look at it, can’t bring himself to lift it up and look at all the scuff marks on the battered instrument, the initials reggie had engraved into the side, the ‘sunset curve’ logo that had gone lopsided when reggie had tried to draw it on

bobby spends his 18th birthday alone. he doesn’t feel special, he doesn’t feel loved and he certainly doesn’t feel lucky.

#i’m sorry but i’m also not #bobby had it tough and today is the day i get to scream about all of that #because tell me that bobby didnt regret not going for those disgusting street dogs with his friends #tell me he doesn’t try and isolate himself even further because he doesn’t think it matters much anymore to be alone or not #rose actually has to move him into her apartment and insists he sleep on her couch because he’s not eating or sleeping #(maybe she feels guilty that she’s the reason bobby feels so alone - even though she saved his life) #bobby tries to ignore his birthday every year after that #carrie knows what month her dads birthday is but she’s forgotten the date and he doesn’t celebrate it. she knows not to ask #on his birthdays sometimes he and rose would just sit in complete silence #she was heavily pregnant and in a lot of discomfort but she sat in silence with him all the same #and then she was in pain and so apologetic but all bobby could think of was ‘thank god this birthday isn’t mine anymore’ #carlos is born at 1am the next morning and trevor couldn’t help but wish the poor guy had been an hour or two sooner #netflixwewantjatp2 #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #alex mercer #julie molina #netflixwewantjatps2 #reggie peters #boggie #bobby jatp #queenmolina hcs #bobby wilson #trevor wilson #bobby robertson bobbins #happy birthday bobby

[caspianjames]

BONUS Up And Coming: Julie and the Phantoms

Up and Coming: Julie and the Phantoms Jennifer McCreedy, Junior Correspondent 

On this month’s issue of Up and Coming I had the privilege of sitting down with one of America’s biggest up and coming bands, Julie and the Phantoms. Julie Molina (17), Reggie Peters (18), Alex Mercer (17), and Luke Patterson (17) began rapidly gaining popularity as YouTube stars last fall. They created music videos for songs they wrote themselves, editing them to appear as if the band were ghosts “popping in” behind Julie. Don’t understand what I mean? You can click here to check it out for yourself!

The band has a strong air of camaraderie, and it’s the first thing I notice when I walk into the room with them. They’re all piled on our big interview couch, Molina and Mercer are pressed together whispering. Patterson is bantering with Peters and flicks him in the forehead. They’re like any group of teenagers bordering on adulthood, excited and eager to please. It’s immediately apparent that to all of them, the band has a deep meaning of friendship and support. 

Of course, the first topic of conversation was about the band - what inspired the structure of their music videos, how they got their name, and which came first - the ghost music videos or the ghost band! 

“Since my mom died, my brother has really been into ghosts,” Molina explained to me. “It was actually his idea for the band to pop in like that. My dad does videography as his job, so he was able to help us film and edit. My best friend, Flynn Taylor, came up with the band name.”

The boys all laugh when I ask if they liked the name right away or if there were discussions before they went public with it. “Flynn doesn’t do discussions,” Mercer smiles at Julie like there’s an inside joke there. There probably is, seeing how close these four are. “They came up with the name and made us posters, Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter before even asking us what we thought.”

“We loved it,” Peters is quick to jump in. “And we love Flynn. She knew we’d like it, or they wouldn’t have gone ahead with everything.”

Flynn Taylor, Julie’s best friend, doubles as the band manager - she is on tour with them, but opted not to be present for the interview. 

Since beginning their tour with Panic! At the Disco, all their videos have amassed over one million views each on YouTube and their music has been released on Spotify with startlingly quick success. Molina, I discovered, is actually the newest member of the band, although I would never have known from watching the four bandmates interact. She is also the youngest by a year, having just had her seventeenth birthday as the boys are all turning eighteen, but she holds herself with a quiet confidence that all the boys seem to look to. Even this early into the interview they defer to her to answer questions and look to her for reactions to their own answers. 

This made it especially surprising to find out that the band existed before Julie joined it, just under a different name. Sunset Curve. Clearly, it did not have the popularity that Julie and the Phantoms has even a few months into their creation. “We played a couple school shows and stuff,” Patterson told me, “but nothing clicked until we met Julie.” Luke Patterson carries a humming energy with him that comes across in his words. In true rocker fashion, he struggles to sit still, tapping his fingers on his thighs and softly bouncing on the couch. 

Unsurprisingly, Molina used similar words to describe the band’s first meeting. “The first time I sang with them at school we just clicked,” she says, smiling at Luke. 

Of course, given their success, I had to ask the question everyone wants to know. How did they end up opening for Panic! At the Disco, despite being relatively unknown outside the Los Angeles music scene previous to their debut at The Orpheum?

“We’ve seen some wild theories,” Mercer confides to me with a small smile on his face. He is arguably the most subdued of the group and generally seems content to watch his bandmates answer my questions. Don’t be fooled, though - not only is he a phenomenal drummer, he also sings backup vocals for Julie and the Phantoms. “My favouirte theory was one that caught a lot of steam on Twitter about us using ‘ghost powers’,” he adds air quotes with his hands and laughs, “to hide the scheduled opener’s tour bus and then pop into the venue in their place at the time they were supposed to perform.”

The whole band laughs at this - clearly it is a favourite theory amongst them. Peters adds, though, that it was clearly an unfounded theory given that “Julie doesn’t have any ghost powers, anyways. That’s why it’s Julie and the Phantoms. But I’d kill for ghost powers in real life.” When I ask what he’d use them for, though, he seems stumped. “I think it would just be cool to walk through walls.” We’re with you on that one, Reggie!

But what actually did happen to get them into the coveted opening spot at The Orpheum? Molina gives me a modest smile when I ask. “We were honestly just in the right place at the right time,” she explains. 

Patterson picks up the story from there with a little bit more flair, telling me that the opening band had actually gotten food poisoning - “from a street dog vendor, believe it or not” - and the manager of the Orpheum happened to be familiar with the Julie and the Phantoms YouTube page. 

“Since we were local,” Peters explains, “It was just a phone call. And then suddenly we were on stage doing a proper professional soundcheck for the first time in our lives.”

“Everything moved so fast after that,” Patterson adds. Each of his bandmates nod in agreement as he speaks. “We blinked and we were on a tour bus, suddenly.”

It seems that the band is handling the change well, though. 

“It’s definitely different,” Molina tells me. “We have to be responsible for our own school and make sure we’re turning in assignments on time. There’s a lot of driving and a lot of time to kill. We can get on each other’s nerves quite a bit, but there’s always a lot of time for songwriting, too.”

When I prompt her about who gets on who’s nerves, the whole band turns in tandem to look at Luke. He laughs and shrugs at me. “I’m an early riser,” he explains. “I like music in my hands twenty-four seven. I always have my guitar, but it isn’t always appreciated.”

“We’ve had to compromise,” Mercer says with a long-suffering sigh. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was the oldest of the group. “Luke isn’t allowed to start playing music until eleven in the morning the day after a show.”

As for being on tour with Panic!, none of them seem all too bothered by the fame of the headliners. “They’re really cool,” Peters explains to me. “They’ve been doing this a long time and they always have advice for us which I think we really value right now.”

Otherwise, though, the band seems to keep to themselves. When asked about their favouirte hobbies, Peters speaks at length about Star Wars. “I can’t watch the prequels before bed,” he says. His bandmates groan and shake their heads, although he seems unbothered. “Jar-Jar gives me nightmares.”

Other than Star Wars, “We try to make sure we get time and space for ourselves every day,” Molina says. “It’s a lot of us in a small space, and if we don’t get away from each other for a bit we argue a lot more.”

When I ask each of them who their favourite bandmate is to live with, all the boys say Julie and then turn expectantly for her answer. “I suppose Flynn doesn’t count as a bandmate,” she said with a sigh. “Probably Alex, but we live together normally so it’s not something that’s new.”

Mercer confirms this piece of information with a nod and a smile. “I prefer sharing a room with your brother to sharing a bus with you, though,” he says to Julie. She just rolls her eyes. 

When pushed, Mercer elaborates a little bit. “I’ve been living with Julie’s family for my senior year. It’s a better environment for me and is much closer to our school than where I lived. My parents are happy that it gives me more time to focus on school.”

Since I have Mercer’s attention now, I ask him a question I’ve been dying to know the answer to. Does he know what a role model he is to gay and questioning children and teens that get to see him be himself so publicly? 

As all the boys have been doing, he looks to Julie before answering. “I don’t think about it much, to be honest,” he says candidly. “If people think I’m a role model then I’m glad, but I’m just me. And being gay is part of me, a part of me that’s always been completely accepted by my band, just like my drumming or my singing.”

There was no tension, the band members explain, upon finding out about Alex’s sexuality. “No one was surprised when Alex came out,” Patterson adds. “We were only, like, twelve when he came out to us, anyway. It’s just a fact about who he is. Like, Alex is gay and hates mornings and I play the guitar and love mornings and we’re best friends.”

“Plus, I’m bisexual,” Peters adds, “So it would be hypocritical to have a problem with Alex.”

“I’m pansexual,” Patterson pipes up again. “And Alex being himself helped me figure out that part of myself.”

Molina doesn’t seem to have much to add. “Alex was already out when I met him,” she says. “It was never a surprise and someone’s sexuality shouldn’t be something that causes tension or makes people upset anyways.”

When I point out that it has seemed to cause some tension among fans, they all sigh. For unaware readers, the band has been stirring up quite the debate on Twitter and Instagram amongst fans and haters alike as to who is dating who. Patterson and Molina confirmed their relationship before going on tour and have been dating since before their band became popular. Recently, a Twitter user attending a Julie and the Phantoms meet and greet noted the closeness between Molina and Peters, causing fans to speculate that Molina is cheating on Patterson with Peters. When I ask if they'd like to address it, however, they all nod. 

“Luke and I have been dating for a few months,” Julie says, “very happily. Neither of us have cheated on each other, nor would we ever. But we’re both also dating Reggie.”

When I ask for clarification, Peters adds, “I’m dating Luke and Julie, just like Julie is dating me and Luke and Luke is dating Julie and me.” Although it doesn’t sound clear, it does seem to be clear for them. 

“We’d like people to give us our privacy, although we know that probably won’t happen,” Molina says. “We’re allowed to define our own relationships in the way that works for us, we don’t have to hold them up to anyone else’s expectations or preconceived notions of what a relationship should look like.”

When I ask if there’s anything they’d like to add before we wrap up, Patterson pipes up with a confident “Yes.” 

“We’re Julie and the Phantoms,” he says, prompting Peters to follow up with “Tell your friends!”

Tell your friends, indeed. You can find Julie and the Phantoms everywhere that Panic! At the Disco is playing for the next four weeks. 

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[wsgeon]

hey everyone! ummm this is peyton (also the mun of lee hyeon) taking a second shot at a second character — i have a lot of muse for this one, so i swear he’ll be around for a while… 🥵 this is ryu geon, yes his name rhymes with hyeon’s & no i do not care ♥️ he’s the lead guitarist/vocalist of meta and also the son of a former nobody rockstar, but i’ll get into all that below! like this post if you’d like for me to come into your ims to plot, click the read more for more info on geon, and/or click here to be taken to his pages: CAREER, DOSSIER, PINTEREST.

HISTORY.

born in autumn ‘97 to a “budding rockstar” (translation: “no yeah i swear our band’s really starting to take off, we sold twenty-three tickets to our last show!”) & a woman with commitment issues ♥️ geon’s dad always told him that his mom left because she had some dire matters that needed to be taken care of and SWORE that she cried the last time she held her dear baby boy, but all of his dad’s bandmates say that she was just some groupie and had to be persuaded into carrying her child to term… who can say for sure?

naturally, there are no pictures of this mystery woman. there was one (1) of her holding infant geon, but then he found out that that was actually a sound tech who worked for his dad’s band… and he just never corrected geon’s assumptions LOLLLL

anyway! he was always really close to his dad, considering they were a two-person family. he has a set of grandparents, an aunt and a couple cousins but they were never involved with geon’s life because his dad is the #blacksheep of the family. geon and his dad against the world, am i right?

uhhh geon was also kind of a black sheep growing up, but he didn’t really notice? he was a happy kid, very energetic and enthusiastic. a lot of adults in the area looked down on him & his dad, but he was SOOOO blind to it because his dad’s a god in his eyes and HE’S always been nice to everyone, so why would they not like him??? because his clothes smelled a little like dad’s cigarette smoke??? big deal

wasn’t troublesome (beyond talking too much), but a lot of people still expected bad things from him :/ “his father’s a dirtbag, i’ll be surprised if that boy doesn’t end up in jail by 20”, “he won’t amount to anything without a proper role model in his life”, “his dad is teaching him how to slack off”, “he won’t contribute anything to society”, etc. he kindaaa picked up on this as he got older but pretended not to because it was more rewarding to play dumb and keep being a good kid(tm) to prove them wrong

was basically a mini version of his dad. same style, similar features, birthmarks in the same places, same “live today, die tomorrow” approach in life, same affinity for singing & playing rock music. ummm he loved his dad a lot. a lot. a lot. wanted to make him proud SO BAD, started his first band when he was 15 and they sucked so bad but his dad was their biggest fan… you know how it is. a lot of people misunderstood him, but he was a very good guy and such a great parent

TW DEATH unfortunately he passed away just shy of geon’s 18th birthday and your boy still hasn’t forgiven the world for taking his dad when he was in the middle of his angsty teen phase — had he known that their time together was dwindling, he would’ve been so so so much better to him END TW

his dad’s band actually rocketed into the charts after he passed & suddenly they were getting loads of publicity, lots of “what a shame that he went under-appreciated” which pissed geon off SOOOO bad because why couldn’t they have had that energy when he was still alive? he’s still mad about it five/six years later

this is getting kinda long, so uhhh tl;dr, he ended up staying with the drummer of his dad’s band until he was old enough to live alone/READY to live alone, but he changed quite a bit. was really going through it, quit his band, stopped putting effort into school. barely graduated. went from being a social butterfly spending every weekend at a gig or with friends to spending all of his time on a pc or in front of a tv, playing console games. the internet comforted him when nobody else would/could and then he met the future members of meta <33333333 #newbeginnings

present day geon is still struggling, has to go to counseling bi-weekly but he’s coming back out of his shell! he wants to fall in love with life again, just wants to tread carefully... outgoing & will talk to absolutely anyone, but he still spends most of his time alone. hard to reach by text, so if you wanna talk to him, you better call/facetime LMAO. talks a mile a minute, especially if you get him going abt something he really likes. laughs a lot, smiles a lot, more habitual than actual signs of happiness but yk. ummm he has a really loud voice, mostly controlled nowadays but he still gets carried away sometimes. an absolute menace during long drives/flights, sorry meta.

funny but only when he’s in large groups. feeds off of other peoples’ energy, really good at reading a room and breaking the ice/making everyone comfortable, but if you meet him 1-on-1, none of his jokes land quite the same.

i envision him as being the kind of guy who carries himself in such a way that you’d assume he’s really popular/out of reach/maybe even full of himself, but he’s... not like that... at all... in fact, he’s kinda irritating when you get to know him. the personification of a flood followed by a drought and vice versa, always either too much or not enough. gets used/ghosted/dropped/dumped/whatever a lot because he’s soooo fun in the moment (if he isn’t in his feelings), but draining long-term.

really emotionally intelligent, in touch with his feelings in a way that a lot of people never thought he would be (probably thanks to counseling tbh). he’s very very rarely the type of person who will make you wonder what your place in his life is — he’s communicative, kind, honest. ummm he thinks that intimacy between friends needs to be more common, so he’s really affectionate with the people in his life. type of guy to tell you he loves you every chance he gets (calling you when he’s drunk, sounding like a clingy ex type beat) & greet you/depart with a hug. losing his dad kinda fucked him up in the way that he won’t leave/hang up until his friends say “i love you” back, gets kinda (re: very) upset if he’s denied that and/or a hug.

TRIVIA.

has been playing the guitar “longer than he’s been walking” (not really, but he swears it’s true).

uhhh he really likes nail art, but he’s kinda hesitant in what he tries? mainly sticks to black polish (or other plain colors), but sometimes he’ll get little designs added in as well. mainly does it himself because he still doesn’t feel comfortable in salons... if his work looks bad, leave him alone <3 he’s trying

inspired by people like kurt cobain, nicky wire, yungblud, billie joe armstrong & damiano david in the fact that he’s not against wearing dresses or skirts on stage. doesn’t do it ALL the time, but often enough that it doesn’t go unnoticed. some people say that he does it for attention because he doesn’t dress like that elsewhere and tbh they’re probably kinda right

interested in history (only SOME... dinosaurs, ancient civilizations, specialized areas like the history of circuses/clowns/skateboarding/punk, stuff like that yk), stand-up comedy & documentaries. could spend a whole day watching documentaries and would say he had fun, has a lot of useless knowledge that nobody gives a fuck about and is kinda dumb when it comes to things that matter

when it comes to music, he prefers playing really fast and heavy rock or punk over anything else, but he actually listens to a lot more soft indie on his own time... he’s too tense these days to be listening to anything else RIPPP

the vibe: homemade tie-dye, ripped slipknot t-shirts, frosted tips, neon crocs with alien & peace-sign charms, chipped black nail polish, calloused hands, cheesy pick-up lines used NOT to land a date but to pull a smile, driving until he’s lost, stupid socks paired with pressed suits, dramatic poetry in an iphone note, etc. 

PLOT IDEAS.

people he met through online support groups about coping with grief

uhhh an on & off relationship that’s been going for who-knows-how-long. the reason for this is up for discussion, but i imagine that he hasn’t given up yet because the constant highs and lows are a good source of inspo 🤪 artists must suffer for their art!

opposite side of the coin — someone he’s interested in, but he’s NOT disloyal so it’s a pattern of persistent courting when he’s single vs intense friend-zoning when he’s not and they’re getting tired of trying to figure out what he wants from them

someone else who likes nail art & can convince him that NOBODY cares if he goes to a salon

someone (probably female but doesn’t really matter tbh) who feels like his feminism is entirely performative… maybe they attack him directly for it or maybe they just REALLY don’t like him and they’re super vague about it idk. either way, please tell him that activism is much more than recommending one female artist a year and saying “clothes have no gender 🤪” so he can be praised for the bare minimum (his heart is in the right place but his skull is empty)

someone super introverted who comes out of their shell with geon! uhhh maybe they think that he’s the one doing them a favor, but in reality spending time with them has been doing wonders for his mental health

other people who like to skate. let’s congregate at the local skatepark and scare the middle schoolers away

someone who inspires him musically, for whatever reason. lots of late nights in studios, idly strumming his guitar and writing lyrics that definitely aren’t about how their eyes look in these dim lights… umm maybe he thinks he has a crush on them but really doesn’t and ends up hurting them eventually, maybe he really DOES have a crush but will (probably) never do anything abt it or maybe it’s entirely platonic and he just admires them a ridiculous amount

someone who likes to make music as a hobby, prob won’t publish/release any of it but it’s fun to imagine. spontaneous meetings with geon in the middle of the night, recording songs together and keeping the WORST takes for the laughs. there’s probably a diss-track of them going in on each other floating around somewhere even though geon can’t rap for shit

night owls who keep him company on the phone, even if they can’t be there physically. them talking really quietly vs geon shouting at them while he plays games LMAO

gaming buddies. come over, maybe you can carry geon through his game of the week or you can both fail but have fun while you’re at it… or you can scream while he fends off that hoard of zombies behind you

i’m typing this at the last minute (literally) so i’m gonna stop here, but i will get a proper plots page put up asap with a wider variety of connections!!! but as always, please do let me know if you have any other ideas. i’m always happy to plot and write with you all 🌚

#ws:intro #frankly my characters end up a lil different from intended 90% of the time soooo take my description of his personality w a grain of salt #this intro is long and illiterate but i'll fix it at a later time

[nopperabounet]

In celebration of a lovely drummer, on his birthday~!

May he get his wish, and continue to astound us for years to come!

~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~

音楽と人- PHY vol.15 February 2020 Personal Interview with Yagami Toll Text by Kanemitsu Hirofumi Translation by Lola

 The year has closed with "THE DAY IN QUESTION".  The final performance was a first at Yoyogi National Stadium, so how did you find that?

Shall I speak plainly? I haven't screwed up like that in a long time. Even I was surprised at myself. Like, "Woah! I'm so nervous!" *smiles*

Because it was your first time playing there?

Yeah. It being the first time, and I felt super pressured by the seat arrangement.

Those who are furthest back are rather far from the stage aren't they?

I could barely even see those in the back. I was worried about the acoustics too given the oblong shape of the hall. But you know Acchan's voice sounded great. I know because I had the ear monitor, right.  Usually I always have the sound balanced the same way but, this time I had them reduce the vocals for me. Once they did that I kept thinking, "Oh, wow~ what perfect pitch."

Regarding the choice of songs, what sort of image were you going for?

I picked "Aku no Hana" and "Jonathan Jet Coaster" this time. I wanted to do songs with this fast sort of tempo while I can *smiles*.

You mean as a drummer?

Yes. Because I wanted to check if I could, so I put them on the list, practiced them, and was like looks like I can still manage these I guess. But when I look at old footage of "Aku no Hana" the tempo was super fast you know, even though we never used clicks back then. [1]

Now clicks are always used no matter the song, right.

The only song I don't use it for is "Speed". I seem to recall Imai feeling uncomfortable with the fact that I play it so perfectly. Like with the concluding outro[2] of "Aku no Hana" too, if I match the clicks too well it ends up sounding off.  So at the very end, I just take my cue from listening to Imai instead. We've come to have each other's body language completely ingrained from the old days you know.

I see. It was a great live though.

It was. Even if I screwed up *smiles*.

And yet at the after party you were the one in the best mood *smiles*.

I don't really remember though. I think I drank until like 10 am the next morning *smiles*. Because I had all this adrenalin after the live, and once it was over I could get it all out, and just ended up acting like an idiot I'm sure. Because on top of it being the end of a live, it was also the end of the year right *smiles*.

What sort of year was 2019 for you?

We didn't do too many lives but, for one reason or another I was constantly practicing. There was also my solo, and recording after September, so it's not like I had much time to be idle. Which I'm glad for.

Because as a drummer it's bad if you don't continually stay in form right.

Yeah. I even talked about this in our autobiography, how in the old days, there was this period of inactivity due to being on house arrest because there were so many paparazzi we couldn't leave the house, and I went half a year without being able to play the drums which really made me become bad at it. Maybe if you're incredibly gifted then you'll be fine without practicing but, for a mediocre drummer like me it's not like that, I have to keep at it. So I begged for help. Now my drumming style has changed because I was taught by Kamiryō-kun (Kamiryō Wataru).

You weren't held back by your pride then, as a sempai humbling himself before his kouhai asking to be taught?[3]

Not at all. Because asking is one moment of embarrassment, but not asking would have meant a lifetime of shame. It's like how Bunta-kun from TOTALFAT can play 9 note tuplets, and even though he's like thirty years younger than me, I asked him to teach me how on the Vdrum[4]. I watched him so intently *smiles*. When I'm absorbed like that it's because I want to take it all in you know.

That's because you have a great drive to work hard isn't it.

I think we're all like that. Even space aliens like Imai *smiles*.

Ha ha ha ha. So what did you think about your new song "Datenshi" when you first heard it?

When I first heard the demo, I thought it sounded incredibly European you know. Because of the simple beat. But as I kept listening, I realized it was kinda off.

The bass is different than usual, like the beat placement is left out at times.

I thinks it's such an interesting approach isn't it? But if you don't have a flair for that sort of hollow feeling then it can turn out terribly. And yet it's something Imai ends up able to do all the time. Like with the demo of "Datenshi" I thought once again, "I knew it, this guy's no ordinary man." Like the song is hollow and yet it strikes with such impact.

That sort of beat is super fresh too isn't it.

It makes me happy as a drummer. I had a rough time with "Luna Park". Because it's dainty so I used my 1910 era snare. Made with real leather to boot.

Yours is vintage isn't it?

I used it in the past for "Tight Rope", and during one take I tore it. That's the thing when you use real leather, it can tear so easily. So when I used it this time I was nervous and careful with it *smiles*.

Did you think Imai-san was doing something new with "Datenshi"?

I mean, when I first got Imai's demo I didn't really get why it sounded European-ish right *smiles*. Then Acchan sings, and it's like oh I get it now, that's why it's like that, that's pretty good.

I see.

It's a good balance. We also recorded three songs, there's "Datenshi", and then another really nice medium tempo song, and then "Luna Park." Which is good because it's one of Hide's songs. Because even with age my kouhai are never stubborn or bumping heads either.  I'm guessing it was the same even when Hide and Imai were classmates. Even their personalities, they've never been egotistical.

You're right. I mean it's what makes them so well cut-out for being in a band making music together.

It's why no matter what kind of song they do, you can say it's BUCK-TICK, and that's because we've come to do things honestly, and without conceit. I don't think it'd work between us otherwise.

Why do you personally think that you are able to keep doing things without being conceited, Yagami-san?

Because they won't let me *smiles*. If I start bragging they smack me!

If you let your nose get too high they're liable to break it *smiles*.

There've been times when I felt I was on the brink too you know. But that was during a time when I was in a slump, and I was worried about how everyone else was feeling, that they had to put up with me, that they had to support me, and when you're feeling like that, there's no way you can brag about it you know. I was going through a terrible period, I had all these things going on in my private life, and it damaged me a lot, mentally speaking. Like I had no strength left, and I felt terrible emotionally, so I think I was having a rather hard time living with myself back then.

The band wasn't a positive thing for you during that time then.

It was not, no. I wasn't motivated, and I was even completely unsatisfied with how I was playing to the point where I thought the band would be better off without me. It's why I was scared of going on stage from my early to mid forties, for real. I was truly terrified.

You're talking about during "Mona Lisa OVERDRIVE"?

Yes. Those were harsh times you know. I told myself that now was a good time to quit. Yuuta and our manager would have none of that though *smiles*, so that's when I started going to the gym, my form changed, and I even changed the kind of sticks I use, I tried out a variety of things. Stuff that I could do in my twenties and thirties I couldn't do anymore the moment I hit forty. I thought it must be an unlucky year for me *smiles*.

But you were able to recover.

Yeah. Because even though I felt like I must be such a terrible person, the other members were there for me, and so bit by bit those wicked thoughts of mine went away. Maybe with age too right. I don't grumble about it anymore because I've already come so close to quitting once *smiles*.

Now that you mention it, it feels like you have gotten way more calm during your drum solos as well.

Yes. I think it shows if you can look back at old footage, like in the past I didn't play the cymbal with my bare hands you know. But because John Bonham (of Led Zeppelin) had done it I thought it might be tacky if I did it too. But since I liked it, I dared to do it. If I think about what's influenced me, there's been a lot of things you know, so I started to think it's actually better when I can showcase that. Because that's what I want to see if I'm a spectator, not all my weird hang ups. So yeah, that's how I came to have my current drumming style. It's hard to end something without ever showing that.

It appears to be the same for the rest of the band as well, the five of you are aware of the end approaching as you do things, and I feel like it's that bond between you that continues to make you stronger.

That's what happens when you become old men together *smiles*. Like my father died at 70 so when I think about that, and how I'll be turning 58 this year, it's like I've only got twelve years left after that. When I think about the time I have left like that, it makes each live, every time I'm recording, and each and every moment I have that much more precious so rather than sweat the small stuff, I wonder what would be better for me to do for the band, what should I be showing others, and what should I be doing to make others happy, because I've come realize that's the only way to be.

It's the same for Sakurai-san, although his way of grasping it was a little different, he spoke to me about aging as well.

I think it's the same for all of us, so like if even one of us can't do this anymore, then we can't continue.

Not to be too relieved, but I did think of Led Zeppelin.

It's because BUCK-TICK is not a business you know *smiles*. Like Zeppelin put out "Coda" as a farewell album because it was something they could do even with someone missing.

I see.

That's the thing about being in a rock band right, you've got people with differences in skill. To put it clearly, we're the ultimate amateurs. But it's this nuance that means that should even one of us be eclipsed then we can't put out more. Just look at how Imai plays guitar, like where in the world would you ever find anyone else like that?

You're right, there's no one else like him *smiles*.

So it is often said, right? Even though Imai-san as a guitarist has been prolific, do you know why I call him a genius? To me, it's because he's unique. It's because no one else can imitate him, and the individuality he possesses.

You're right, there's really no one else alive with that kind of quirkiness.

There's plenty of people in this world who can keep time properly and play with a metronome. But how many are like, what even is time? *smiles* That's BUCK-TICK's groove though. We talked about this in the beginning right?  How like with "Speed" and "Aku no Hana" there's this certain nuance that without Imai, without the kind of band member he is we wouldn't be able to create these things. I understand this now. It makes me so glad I didn't leave *smiles*.

Please, for my sake, tell that to the many bandsmen who are worrying *smiles*.

It is absolutely prohibited to leave this band! *smiles* And to think it's all because originally it was a punk band that got all these amazing guys together. So if we keep on going, it is because of who we are as individuals!

That's the power of persuasion *smiles*.

But I think that applies to anything, not just being in a band. It'd suck otherwise as a way of thinking.

Speaking of theories, now you guys offer a subscription service on YouTube so that people can listen to you on there, and you have snippets of song intros, but without the guitar solos, I wonder if it'll work in gaining popularity.

Even if that's true, maybe it will work to gain popularity so, wouldn't it be interesting to at least try it out?

Right.

I guess it's like they say, where there's a will there's a way so no matter what you do in life there's a mix of motivation and inferiority complex, and I think it's all about who you work with. That's how it is for us anyway. The five of us wanted to do this together but during our debut days we were utterly disparaged. And even though I thought things might be pointless, the other members were there for me you know. It's thanks to them that I'm able to be humble as well, and why I haven't become conceited.

Right. When I heard the tribute album, I felt that played a part in it because with other types of bands that sort of thing doesn't show.

Honestly, I just wanted them all to crush it. At first, I was just grateful for their participation but, when it comes to what I wanted, it was for them to crush it because I wanted to make them not worry about how much they respected us you know. So that's what I advised them. Otherwise it's like old karaoke right, there's no drive in it you know. Because it would be like a studio musician playing the drums. When I hear a song with that kind of nuance, it sounds like a complete rip-off to me *smiles*.

That is in part due to your being humble. And it makes the difference in why you will not be denied.

But it's also because of how we do things too, like isn't it also because we've come to study and learn? I thought it's because BUCK-TICK's way of making music has changed in style, because of course if we couldn't be transformative then it'd be bad right. At least that's what I think as the drummer.

As for you Yagami-san, what sorts of things would you like to do with BUCK-TICK from here, and where would you like to go with them do you think?

I'd like to be a feisty old grandpa.

A feisty old grandpa *smiles*.

And to be admired by the youngins *smiles*. I want them to see me and be like, damn he's old but he's incredible!

In order for that to happen you need to put your health first.

Yeah, no, lately I haven't being going for check-ups *smiles*.

Go, please!

But I haven't even had symptoms of anything! *smiles* Well, 'cept my drinking till 10am.

And that is hardly a problem.

Gotcha *smiles*.

     [1]To use a click in music is to use a digital metronome to help musicians keep time with the tempo.

[2] The concluding section of a piece of music.

[3] Sempai and kouhai are terms that mean upper classman and lower classman respectively. A little bit like senior and junior in English, but the nuance is not quite the same. The dynamic between older and younger students varies greatly in high schools across the globe, but in Japan it is a relationship of respect and a sort of admiration in the way a kouhai would normally look up to their sempai. It's virtually unthinkable for a sempai to ask a kouhai for advice, which makes Toll's request a profoundly significant one in Japanese culture.

[4] Used for electronic percussion.

#buck tick #buck-tick #yagami toll #Toll Yagami

[likesomekindofcheese]

Oh My God, They Were Roomates! (Roger Taylor x fem! Reader Angst and Fluff!)

A/N: @cool--cats​, ta-da! I am your secret Santa! And here is your gift for @dtfrogertaylor​‘s Somebody to Love Valentines Event! Enjoy!

Taglist: @cool--cats​ @dtfrogertaylor​ and @queenlover05​

Summary: After a decade apart you reunite with your old roommate, Roger Taylor, now a famous drummer, with something pressing your mind.

Word Count: Around 1,700

Content Warnings: domestic abuse, swearing, drinking, and a big lack of editing.

You saw him drumming to a crowd of millions screaming. The way his hands could trip around and flexibly turn to hit every tip of a drum at a moment's notice made them crazy. His face was a little dark, his eyes shining. Women especially loved it when he leaned to the microphone and let out a voice that though meant to harmonize had a seductive, raspy quality.           

You heard more often that voice complaining about how the electricity went off so he couldn’t make soup. Then his other roommate said it was because of the electricity bill. So then you both let them settle for toast.

That same roommate, he was of average height. You remembered his dark, shiny bob that flounced when he walked. His clothes were often decked in deep, jewel tones and in velvet-like fabrics. Now his hair was short. His clean face was a curt mustache. His luxurious feathers and faux furs, hiding a skinny, hungry body was now replaced by tight shorts, wife beater shirts displaying muscular arms.           

He was singing a slow, heartfelt song. The more you listened to it, the more you wanted to cry. You even felt a few tears escape your eyes every time you looked toward the drum section.           

Too much love will kill you Just as sure as none at all It'll drain the power that's in you Make you plead and scream and crawl And the pain will make you crazy You're the victim of your crime Too much love will kill you every time

 No…no I can’t, I won’t think of it…

You thought the singer couldn’t be that other roommate you had a while ago. Though his voice could not lie, and especially not his teeth.

“That was our brilliant Rog, on the drums!” Fred announced.

 Roger stuck up his yellow head and bowed a little.

“He’s a bit tired, but doing his best! Saving his energy for later tonight, ladies!” Fred commented with a cheeky wink.

“Roger, get up!” you urged, creaking his door open.

“Nooooooooo” cried a lump covered by red bedsheets.

“You have work!”

“Don’t wanna”

“How old are you?”“

“You’re not my mum, Y/N!”

“Okay, do you want to be thrown out and live in a car?”

“Wouldn’t be too bad!”

“You huffed and went out to the kitchen. It was about to be opening hours for the stall. But yet…the empty beer bottles on the floor had provided at least half of the owners of that stall a hangover preventing them from that basic necessity of getting up.

“Well, Rog, it’s your decision…”

“Wait!”You heard footsteps scramble up and then his yellow head poked out to you.

“Could you get me some water? And medicine first, please?” he asked.

There was something about his shining blue eyes and the way he bit his lip when he asked that made a no impossible.

The guard would normally not let a single person in. But most performers on stage didn’t tap his shoulder asking him to let the person in.        

    Thankfully, Roger had good timing. The guard tipped his hat and undid the ropes as you walked in.       

     Roger yelled out your name and you hugged him at once. He took in a deep breath, feeling that even your smell had not changed. You felt the sweat on his body from performing and tried not to stare that his black shirt was now open and bare.           

 “Oh my god…how are you! I never thought…oh my god” he just kept repeating. He escorted you backstage, swinging an arm over your shoulder.          

  “I thought the pass would never work” you confessed, looking down at the large ticket with Roger’s own hand.         

   “But it’s my hand, I thought he’d let you through.”          

  “I doubt it! Something like this is really easy to fake!” you answer, wagging it in front of his face.           

 Roger grinned halfway, his teeth showing.

 “Doesn’t matter, I’ve missed you so much!”           

 “Me too…” you confessed, your eyes glanced down to the floor in a sudden bout of shyness with Roger’s following.         

   “Wanna meet the others? Fred will absolutely lose it!” Roger suggested.            As you nodded, he grabbed your hand and led you away. That grip hadn’t changed much.

           “Y/N! Get over here, you’re crying! ”Roger insisted, yanking your hand closer.

             You waddled forward, wiping away your tears, feeling much younger and weaker than you really were. It was the sort of cry that you could not contain or hide no matter what you did. You felt ashamed, Roger was not a sap in any way.

              He sat you down on the couch and draped one of the blankets over your shoulders. You noticed it was a purple blanket with an eastern pattern on it. That was Fred’s favorite. The one he always claimed when it got colder.

              “Roger, where’s Freddie?” you asked gingerly.

              “He’s on a date, he’ll be gone for a while. What’s wrong, love?” Roger asked.

              You fought back the urge to blush at the use of “love.” But you pushed it away. That term only meant something if you were a girl Roger brought home. Imagining the sounds of his late-night stands forced you into reality.

              “I…it’s my job. I’m just…so tired, all the time. All I do is work and then when I get home it never ends, I work some more…I’m just tired!” you confessed. You pulled the blanket closer around you. It smelled a bit like Fred’s shampoo.

              “You’re just tired, Y/N. You’re a harder worker then I or Fred combined. You need to rest.”

              He listened to your rants and got up to get water. Not an offer to smoke anything. No vodka. Just water.

              But it was the best tasting water you had ever had. And he listened to everything.

The car stopped and you both hopped off at the diner. It was not a fancy place. Dirt-cheap. The sign had bright neon letters that sometimes flickered a little like the night stars. Who would have known that the drummer of one of the most renowned bands of all time would go there?

“I…I haven’t eaten here in years.” You say gingerly. 

You ordered a hot chocolate and french fries for two for the cold night after you sat down.

“I know it’s your favorite,” Roger cooed with a half-grin. “And I’m always deep in the back, anyway. You can only see a bit of my head if you squint.”

 “You always seem to know me well” you praise him. You pick up a spoon to start eating the whipped cream on your hot chocolate but notice it’s dirty. Grimacing, you set it down.

           You woke up late that morning. Last night, you had been up, crying. You were getting older and about to spend a birthday alone. Your family couldn’t do anything, your friends were busy and you didn’t want to busy them. You delayed getting out of bed for a long time.

          But as you walked into the kitchen, there was a blue vase filled with the most bright, beautiful sunflowers you had ever seen. Your breath was hitched. Moving aside the gifts you found a note.

         “Happy birthday love! We had to run to get to the stall on time! But enjoy the gifts! It will be a long day, but your boys will be back to hug you soon! Let’s go out tonight, we promise!

         Your loves,

         Roger and Freddie.”

        That was the last time you really ate at a restaurant with Roger was that birthday dinner with Fred. They both brought up what pennies they could just to take you to a nice-ish place where the napkins were clean and the food didn’t look a week old. Eating just enough for your high waisted pants to feel only slightly tighter. 

         Then they both practically pulled you out to a club. Music and cheering drowned in your ears. The alcohol burned your throat as you inhaled your second shot and raced Fred to the dance floor. A disco dipped above you, glimmering all over your hands in a way that made you seem spotted. Little flecks traveled from across the floor to even the ends of your silk top. 

         You and Fred almost swung dance, nearly cheek-to-cheek like in one of those old movies Freddie was addicted to. Roger only made a fake gagging noise at the suggestion of it. But he insisted on a dance with you too. Despite the pain starting to ache from your heeled shoes, you nodded yes. 

         It wasn’t a slow song, in fact, it was very fast. But at one point Roger put his waist around yours for a minute and you didn’t object. The next morning, you didn’t even bring it up.

Roger folded his hands and looked at you, beneath his brows were those two blue eyes that still made you a little weak inside to this day. You sat next to a window darkened with the freezing winter night.

Why were you so weak? Maybe you wouldn’t be in this position if you were stronger if you could just go right now to a payphone, dial the number and tell him…

 No, not yet.

“You always knew all my favorites. Like remember my birthday?” you asked.

He bit his lower lip. “Yeah, I do. Doesn't feel like a decade, does it?” he said.

The hour was filled with the band and Roger. His now ex-wife, his children, the music videos with the most ridiculous costumes.

“But what about you? I must know, Y/N! I’ve missed you so much, I…”

“Roger, I got a proposal. And I have to answer him by morning.” You blurt out.

There is a bit of silence.

“Really? Was it the fellow you left us to live with?” he asked, he went from leaning in his chair to getting closer to your face.

“No, it’s someone else” you answer. You wrap your hands around your mug for a last bit of warmth. Chewing your lips nervously, you wait for Roger to respond.

Roger looks out the window and then his eyes dart around, looking for an answer.

           “But Y/N, are you sure about this!” Roger asked, just at the step of going into your room.

            “Yes! The rent will be cheaper! You guys needn’t worry about me, I’m not dropping off the face of the planet, I’ll be a phone call away!” you swear, laughing as you toss in a few socks into your luggage.

            “But who else is Fred gonna dress up and swing around bars!?” he whined, taking a few steps with a shyness odd for him.

            “You of course. Everyone thinks you’re a girl anyhow!” you tease as you look up for him.

            Roger huffs, drawing a hand to his chin to examine for masculine scruffiness.

“Well, do you wanna marry him? Is he the love of your life?” he questions.

 You look down into your empty mug. Words are forming at the tip of your tongue and they gurgle out.

 “I…I don’t…I don’t know.” You stutter. “I know it’s what he wants. He tells me it’ll make him the happiest man in the world if I say yes...”

 “And you have to answer by morning?” Roger then adds on. You notice his hand has slid across the table and has balled into a fist.

  “He’s an impatient guy and…I…I didn’t want to hurt him. I…” tears start to well up before you can stop them. You feel idiotic to let it spill in front of a person you know isn’t emotional, but it seems like your id has taken the wheel, driving it further into chaos.

 “I didn’t want to be the bitch that broke the man’s heart!” you confide.

 You pitifully reach for papery napkins as half-useful tissues as Roger pats your hand and shushes you. A concerned waitress wonders if you are alright and Roger only orders for a glass of water. You feel her maternal hand rest on you for a bit until your water arrives.

It’s ice cold. Shivering, you gulp it down and put on your jacket. But the water has chilled your whole body and walking out into the February air was not an improvement. So Roger’s arm looping around you felt welcome.

You savored his touch. His musky smell, even if it was mixed with sweat. This was probably the last hour you would ever have with him. 

“I got something that'll make you feel better! Have you noticed the backseat of the car?” he chirruped, wagging his eyebrows.

 “No” you whisper.

 “Good”

 Roger opens his jacket to reveal three sunflowers.

 “I know they’re your favorite,” he says.

 Your smile keeps growing. But your words pop out before you catch them.

 “The thing is..it’s him I don’t love, it’s you! It’s always been you!” you finally burst out.

Rogers grasp lets go and he dropped the flowers, swearing and scrambling to get them up.

“Then…well…uh…” his face kept switching between pale and pink. “Just…how long?”

“I have loved you since I agreed to move in with you. I have loved you from the moment I kept waking you up to work because I was scared for you, from when you gave me those birthday gifts when you hugged me. And yes, I moved out, but all I could think of was you. All those embraces, I still feel them, but you were in a band! Getting famous! And most of all, women were all over you! Why would you even choose me?” you blurt, tears welling up from years of silence.

You pause a bit. 

Before Roger could even say another word you shush him and finish.

“It’s just...I know you don’t love me...and saying goodbye to you is always the hardest thing in the world to me.” you mourn, finally letting the tears win. 

He shushed you and then guided you to the car and drove you home. But as soon as you were home, a phone rang. Roger walked over to answer it and heard a deep, masculine voice croak.

“Have you made your mind up, cunt?”

Roger almost couldn’t answer.  His jaw dropped and his grip on the phone tightened.

He squeaked out “I’m sorry.” 

It sounded almost like his falsetto melismas. And it seemed the guy thought that it was you because his voice was rising to where you heard every word even though it wasn’t on speaker.

“No, you’re not. You’re playing a game with me. And I’m fucking done. So tell me, are you gonna marry me or not? I know damn well what the answer is. So let’s spit it out and start planning, okay? We have a damn wedding to get through. Isn’t your pretty princess wedding what you’ve wanted?” he threatened. 

Roger stood up straighter and switched to his normal voice.

“Hello, this is Y/N’s boyfriend now. She’s dumped you. And the answer is no. Don’t talk to her again or else you’re a dead man walking.” Roger growled before hanging up the phone.

The next morning you woke up normally. It seemed normal in your house. But looking at the blond head turning over to smile at you was an exception.

“Shit! Yesterday was Valentine's Day! I completely forgot! I just gave you some sunflowers, not a real present!” Roger cursed, he brought up his hands to rub the sand from his eyes.

“You’re my present, Rog!” you insist, giving him a peck on the cheek. He smiled and opened his arms to let you snuggle in.

Looking over at the sunflowers next to you, they seem even fresher and brighter than yesterday. Their white vase makes their yellow brighter. The big black centers have even turned towards the sun making it’s daily journey above you to the east. 

“Got anything today?” he asked sleepily, rubbing your back.

“No, but...I’m a bit hungry. Can I cook you some stuff today? I have some bacon and eggs...I can show you how to make an omelet. It’s not hard at all.” you suggest.

The golden light of the morning crept in, though the room still felt cold with winter air from outside.

“I was remembering what you said that saying goodbye was the hardest thing…” he began.

You nodded, letting your headrest to feel his heartbeat go faster.

“Well, now you’ll never have to…” Roger whispered.  “Because loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

#stl event #carrie writes #carriewrites #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x fem! reader #roger taylor angst #roger taylor fluff #tw: domestic abuse #cw: domestic abuse #queen fanficiton #somebody to love event

[alanna-artroid]

Cookies I Have From Cookie Run So Far! (And My Thoughts On Them)

Alright, I’ve gotten pretty far in Cookie Run: Oven Break, and I felt the need to share my thoughts on all the adorable cookies I’ve unlocked so far. So far, I have 50/100, so I’d say I’m making good progress. On to the list!

GingerBrave: The bravest boy. If this was a show, he’d clearly be the main character. I recently got him a little suit, so now he’s a gentleman! 

GingerBright: Sweet little lady. She looks like she’d be nice to get a coffee with or help you with homework. I definitely ship her with Brave, no doubt about it.

Strawberry Cookie: Precious baby! She’s super shy and I am compelled to protect her at all costs. Her pet is also a Tamagotchi, so she must be a gamer! Sweet!

Skater Cookie: HE WAS A SK8TER BOI! SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOI! 

Zombie Cookie: This is one of the fastest zombies I’ve ever seen. They seem like a nice guy overall though.

Princess Cookie: Heck yes, a mischievous princess! Those are the best! I love her dress and hair bows. I bet she just pretends to get kidnapped for the lols.

Pilot Cookie: Is it just me, or is this little old man smaller than most of the other cookies? Whatever, he’s got a cute mustache and he’s adorable. Go and fly!

Vampire Cookie: As a vampire nerd, I immediately adored this guy. I will gladly give him grape juice and chill with him under the light of the moon. 

Gumball Cookie: Is this was Splatoon is like? This boi has a lot of chaotic energy and I like him.

Pistachio Cookie: I love this warrior woman so dang much. Look at that minty green hair! Her power is also SUPER helpful. She a speedy knight!

Pancake Cookie: HE’S A FLYING SQUIRREL! HE’S TOO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN! LET ME HUG THIS TINY CHILD!!!

Peppermint Cookie: Sweet baby. Good baby. My mom would probably adore this baby. (She loves mint and she’s not even a big sweets person.)

Muscle Cookie: As a lesbian, I’m not into big abs and muscles, but he’d probably be a good gym partner. Don’t mess with him is all I can say.

Cherry Cookie: Little Red Riding Hood got some bombs! I hope she and Gumball can go cause chaos on the weekends.

Hero Cookie: Precious nerdy boi with science! I saw his Island of Memories intro and his bond with Jellyco Cube is just the sweetest thing! Follow your superhero dreams, my baby!

Fairy Cookie: I didn’t know Tinkerbell was in this game! Also, I got her a bee costume and that looks super cute on her. Love her hair bun.

Werewolf Cookie: ULTIMATE FLOOF! Doggo here has a lot of angst and I worry for him. Maybe Vampire Cookie can teach him to chill? That’d be nice.

Rockstar Cookie: Oh, the songs I could sing right here. High tier rocker boy. Loving that flowing white hair. Rock on, buddy!

Soda Cookie: Go-to starter for my Breakout runs. I love him very much, he’s super cute! Let me go to the beach with this righteous dude! 

Dark Enchantress Cookie: Oooooh, she is GORGEOUS!!! I love her design~! I’ll be sure to invite her to any fancy balls I might have, as to avoid any Maleficent scenarios with this savage woman.

Moon Rabbit Cookie: My spirit animal! I love how she constantly munches while she runs. This girl is such a mood for me. Cute little bunny ears~!

Space Doughnut: Awww, look at this alien dork! Their design is very cute, and I love how their expression of >:3.

Macaron Cookie: Such a sweetie pie! Why must they all be so adorable?! She’s a little drummer girl! That is too precious! Look at her dress and hat!!!

Pink Choco Cookie: She reminds me of a show I watched when I was younger. It was about a space girl, does anyone remember it? This girl will save the day, I can tell! 

Avocado Cookie: Strong girl on the loose! My pun-loving friends would adore this cookie. And she’s a blacksmith, which is always cool.

Whipped Cream Cookie: Elegant ballerino!! He’s definitely one of my favorites! Such a beautiful boi~! I love his design so much, and he’s very useful. <3 <3 <3

Blackberry Cookie: Yeeees! Gothic girl for the win! She is SO dang pretty! I am WEAK for gothic lolitas, and she even has ghost buddies! I bet she’ll love spooky games like Luigi’s Mansion and Hollow Knight.

Lemon Cookie: Edgy boi is trying way too hard to be Shadow the Hedgehog. I mean, can you SMILE for once dude? It’ll take me a while to bond with this guy.

Salt Cookie: He strikes me as a wise old man you’d find meditating at the top of a mountain, or in his case on a boat in the ocean. I bet he has lots of knowledge to share.

Squid Ink Cookie: AWWWWW, SWEET BABY SQUID!!! Guys, I think they might be my favorite! They’re so squishy and mighty, and they need all my love and huggles!!! Don’t be sad baby, I’ll be your friend! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Lime Cookie: Beach girl! She’s like Lemon Cookie, but slightly nicer! I really like her hair and beach ball. Very cool girl.

Ninja Cookie: FINALLY! SOMEONE WITH MORE THAN TWO JUMPS!!! I went kind of crazy with his jumping powers at first. He’s super cool. Not sure why his pet is a ghost though.

Pomegranate Cookie: Oooh, I love Asian fashion~! Look how fancy and elegant she is! Her story concerns me, and I’m worried about her.

Angel Cookie: Good cookie, sweet cookie. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. It looks like they trust the devil boy, which is beyond kind of them. I love it when angels get along with demons. Defy angle roles!!!

Devil Cookie: Speaking of, they’re a cute little bean too! I love the naughty demon trope, and this cutie is so mischievous! Call Angel your “rival” all you want, I’m still shipping you dorks.

Roll Cake Cookie: Imagine, if you will, the world’s biggest game of Whack-A-Mole! With that hammer, this boy would win without question.

Popcorn Cookie: I’d be happy to go with this girl to the movie theater! Also, I love how she had popcorn for hair buns. She seems like she’d be up for a fun time!

Carrot Cookie: Oh my lordy, her ponytails are carrots. The artists for this game are so clever. Strong but tiny farmer, I approve.

Ion Cookie Robot: Yes! A robot! I love robots, and this cookie is no exception! Definitely one of my favorites, up there with Whipped Cream Cookie. They’re super powerful too, and REALLY useful in Breakout and Trophy runs.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Gee Dino-Sour, how come Devsisters let you have two pets? Very cool punk boy. I can see him going to Rockstar Cookie’s concert.

Plum Cookie: Aren’t plums purple though? This boy is one tough cookie! Look at his karate moves! Honestly, I thought he was a girl at first. Why must these boys be so pretty?!

Yogurt Cream Cookie: PRINCE ALI! FABULOUS HE! ALI ABABWUA~!

Alchemist Cookie: Look, it’s Twilight Sparkle! Apparently, Vampire boy is her brother? I really like her hair braids(?), I just wish she’d loosen up a bit. She seems like a nice girl.

Roguefort Cookie: Aaaah yeah, elegant thief! This cookie is the coolest! I love this aesthetic so much~! Blue cheese has never been so fancy. Just look at this charmer, stealing hearts!

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: OOOOOhohoho! THIS is what I’m TALKING about! Look at this beast, they’re GLORIOUS! They’ve probably killed a bunch of people, but They’re crazy powerful and I adore them.

Knight Cookie: This guy is SO much fun to play as! He just won’t stop, he’s too fast!!! I couldn’t stop laughing once I found out just how fast this knight could go! Somehow he controls better than Pistachio? I don’t know, I love him!

Birthday Cake Cookie: TOO PRECIOUS FOR WORDS! SHE’S SO DANG CUTE!!! Also, her “Bonus Time” changes to “Happy B Day” and I... I just can’t! She’s the sweetest thing!!! <3 <3 <3

Cocoa Cookie: Awww, look at this sweet baby! I wanna snuggle her! Her design looks so warm and comfy. I have plenty of hot chocolate to give her. <3

Raspberry Mousse Cookie: Ah yes, the pretty boy that got me into this game in the first place. Along with Squid Ink, he’s probably my favorite. There’s a reason he has the highest affection so far with me. I just adore his design, and he’s very powerful! I will ALWAYS have him ready for Breakout and Trophy Runs. Well worth all the hype. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Rose Cookie: Finally, we have this lovely lady. Everyone is shipping her with Raspberry, and rightfully so. She is a high-quality woman that makes gay men straight and straight girls lesbian. Look at that outfit! And those dance moves!

Aaaand that’s everybody for now! I’ll update this once I get more Cookies. So far, I like most of them a lot. Anybody got some favorites they’d like to share? I’m still new to this game, but I’m happy to hear what others have to say!

UPDATE 1: 

I went back and fixed all the gender mistakes I made. (I’m so sorry! D:) Also, I got a few more cookies! So here we go!

Walnut Cookie: Precious detective baby! The newest update is only making her cuter! Probably the shortest of the bunch, and I adore her design~! <3

Cinnamon Cookie: Super useful power so far, and they have a really cool cape! Those cards are very handy! (I promise I’ll pay attention to the genders of these cookies from now on! I don’t want to misgender anyone again!)

Sparkling Cookie: Oooh, a sparkling cider cookie! That’s honestly the only boozy thing I enjoy drinking. He is super classy and seems like the life of the party. He strikes me as a Great Gatsby kind of host.

Moonlight Cookie: OOOOOOOH~! LOOK at this GODDESS! I love the nighttime/dreamy aesthetic. This girl has Luna’s hair and a wizard’s outfit, high tier cookie!

White Choco Cookie: This game sure likes it’s knights, huh? This girl is a fine lady and apparently, she attracts all the lesbians. Can’t say I blame those girls, I do love that hairstyle. 

Spinach Cookie: Aaand the newest cookie to hit the scene, this girl! I have never met someone so dedicated to vegetables, so I have to applaud that. She’s a super sweet girl, and I hope we find who stole her precious vegetables!!!

UPDATE 2:

More Cookies! It’s been a while since I’ve updated this, so I have quite a bit to share. On to the new ones!

Mustard Cookie: Look at this punk girl! Street artist on the loose in the streets! I always admire people and characters in this style, so I’m supporting this rebel all the way!

Herb Cookie: Now THIS guy is everywhere! It seems the fandom really likes him, and I can see why. He seems like a very nice boy, with a sweet plant baby. I like the leaf hair, very cool.

Sea Fairy Cookie: I love how everything on her flows. Her hair, her dress, she’s so beautiful~! I will say though, Legendaries are SO DANG HARD to level up and get affection with! WHY?!

Cream Puff Cookie: Awwww, look at this precious baby girl~! Look at her soft hair and little dress! I almost feel bad running with the super cute ones, I don’t want them to get hurt! 

Matcha Cookie: Oooooh, all these ancient-looking cookies have the coolest designs! She’s probably insane, darkness will do that to ya, but she seems harmless so I like her!

Ice Candy Cookie: This chick could crush me like a grape and I don’t know how to feel about that. Hopefully, she’s only savage on the ice rink. I do NOT want to mess with this girl.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: Awww, look how pretty she is~! Cherry blossoms are always so lovely, and this girl embodies that. She has a PARASOL for crying out loud, I CAN’T EVEN!!

Grapefruit Cookie: This game sure likes sports, huh? She seems really cool, I love her colors! Do you think she’d play Skate 3? Hopefully, she’d get a laugh out of that game.

Pirate Cookie: This guy has been a long time coming. I’ve been curious about him since the Breakout episode. He’s pretty neat, I appreciate how he naturally comes with an extra revive.

Kumiho Cookie: Cool! A Kitsune! I love the spin on the concept of cookies. Let this marshmallow fox live out her reverse-furry dream! I’m loving her design too, look at that hair! 

Marshmallow Cookie: Oh cute! Another marching band cookie! According to her story, she and Macaron had a falling out. I hope they can reconcile and be friends again. :(

Dark Choco Cookie: WE’VE REACHED MAXIMUM EDGE! WITH OREO SHOULDER PADS!!! Interesting how he’s still trying to be a hero, which is a nice spin on the “I have evil powers so now I’m evil” trope. Here’s hoping he stays strong.

Fire Spirit Cookie: Ah yes, the classic lord of fire. A staple for any fantasy story that includes the elements. Again, it’s impossible to get the affection for these guys.

Mala Sauce Cookie: Yay! I got Pitaya’s girlfriend! I always love it when there’s a tribe/society of warriors and the WOMAN is the strongest one there. Heck yes! This warrior lady is a badass!

Firecracker Cookie: I didn’t know I was invited to a rave party! Love the neon colors on this cookie, that’s something this game really excels at.

UPDATE 3:

I’ve reached 90 cookies! I’m on the homestretch!!!

Cheesecake Cookie: OH MY LORDY LOOK HOW FANCY SHE IS! I adore her already! Fancy ladies are the best ladies!

Kiwi Cookie: This game REALLY likes sports. He looks cool, can’t complain.

Yoga Cookie: Awww, a pretzel is trying to be loose! I’ve done yoga a few times, and it is very good for your body. Nice colors, simple design, nice.

Dr. Wasabi Cookie: I’d reference some mad scientist, but I know a lot of them so we’d be here for a while. Her combi generator has been very helpful.

Tiger Lily Cookie: IT’S THE EYE OF THE TIGER IT’S THE THRILL OF THE NIGHT, RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Uh oh, this one’s a troublemaker! I really like her hair, it’s very bright. Secure your pockets around this chick, that’s for sure.

Millennial Tree Cookie: These cookies are too pretty, I keep thinking they’re girls! This guy is so beautiful~ truly a being of nature!

DJ Cookie: Ooooh, I love her design~. Rainbow colors will win me over every time. And look! She’s wearing a Bi Pride shirt! This girl is awesome! I like how her special power is basically tiny Guitar Hero.

Snow Sugar Cookie: Soft baby, sweet baby. Looks very cuddly. Their level was very helpful during Sandwich Cookie’s event in getting frozen jellies. Those blue bears aren’t easy to come by!

Fig Cookie: CENTAUR! I wasn’t expecting one of those here! She’s such a sweetie pie~. Since everything and anything is allowed in this game, can we get mermaids or harpies next?

Cotton Candy Cookie: PRECIOUS BABY! She’s so gosh darn cute, I can’t take it! I personally can relate to falling in love with things so easily. And there are official plushies of her now! ONE DAY I WILL BRING HER HOME!

Purple Yam Cookie: Bro needs a chill pill. Not ONCE have I seen this guy smile yet. And I thought Lemon needed to lighten up. Milk seems to care about him though, so I guess he can’t be that bad.

Milk Cookie: The softest of warriors! Look how cute he is~! I adore him! Plus he really shines in the stories. I can only assume Yam is his boyfriend or something. Am I wrong about that?

Cyborg Cookie: Hey! I saw the storybook for this one! I’m surprised I haven’t unlocked this “Aloe Cookie” yet. Are they still in this game? I can’t find them on the chart. Anyway, Cyborg is cool. Very nice design.

Mango Cookie: Newest baby! I love him, and would love to learn all about the islands from him! I’m gonna say it, I already ship him with Ananas Cookie, no questions asked.

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #list #alanna #alanna_artroid

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Road Trip: Punk!AU

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn (oc), Punk!Geralt x Punk! Yennefer, Punk!Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 2963 Rating: T Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats, @nevadawolfe, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @coffee-and-stories a/n: This installment is really oc heavy sorryyyy.  Also I’m really terrible at writing lyrics, so please forgive my shitty attempt lol.  The next part will be supplied by @ficsandcatsandficsandcats :3

{Part I}{Part II}{Part III}{Part IV}

Part V - If You Need Anyone

Chicago had been fun.  

After her talk with Win, Aevryn felt like a weight had been lifted from her lungs.  She still wasn’t talking with Yennefer, which stung, and Valdo’s request for her to listen to his new album hung over her head, twisting her stomach anxiously, but at least one thing was okay.

I release you.

She’d finished out the rest of the city with a genuine smile on her face, glad that Jaskier had begged for them to stop and have some fun, forgetting her worries for at least a few hours.

Back in Roach Aev sat in the backseat as the others piled in for the night, exhausted, putting her earbuds in as Win’s comforting presence settled next to her.  Leaning against the darkened van window she watched the dark lake shore fly by with the blur of headlights, the city skyline shrinking in the distance, an empty ache settling in her chest.  Valdo’s album was set to drop soon and she didn’t know if she was ready.  

True she’d put on one of his songs the other morning as she’d drove, just to hear his voice, but it had been one she’d heard many times before.  This new album was uncharted territory and she worried it might dredge up more emotions she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face yet; there was still so much to unpack there, things long buried.

Unlocking her phone she opened up her twitter messages, reading them over again when a new message alert popped up.

@valdomarxofficial: Hey, happy birthday, beautiful.  Am I the first to wish you that? ��I hope so.

Shit, she swore, eyes flicking up to the top bar of her phone that displayed the time, to see that it was indeed a couple minutes after midnight, July 31st.  Her birthday.

Groaning at the thought of what embarrassing things her bandmates’ were going to attempt to do to celebrate, a slight giddiness filled her chest that Valdo had been the first to remember.

@aeverona: You are, actually.  I’m impressed you remembered.

@valdomarxofficial:  You wound me, love.  How could I forget something so important?  Are you doing anything special to celebrate?

Shaking her head fondly, Aevryn scooted down further in her seat, chewing her lip, fighting back a smile as her fingers flew over the onscreen keyboard.

@aeverona:  you prick, there are a lot of important things you’ve forgotten over the years... but i’m glad you messaged me.  No, we’re just driving right now, everyone’s asleep.

@valdomarxofficial: a shame, you should be the center of attention at a decadent party thrown in your honour.  Perhaps i’ll have to rectify that.  Well, if you have nothing better to do, consider this your birthday gift from me.  x

Attached was a download link from his bandcamp and Aev sighed at the sight.  He really wanted her to listen, didn’t he?

@aeverona: a bit self absorbed, are we?  lol  okay, i give in i’ll listen to it

Taking a deep breath she clicked the link to the download.  While she waited she turned back to the window, pressing her cheek to the cool glass.  She could hear Yennefer’s voice in her head, as if her friend could read her thoughts even now.  Don’t.  How many times are you going to let him hurt you?

She closed her eyes.

—

Yennefer pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders as she shifted in the passenger seat, trying to find a comfortable spot while avoiding glancing at Geralt behind the wheel.  The soft music he had turned on had effectively lulled the rest of the van to sleep, but her thoughts swirled, keeping her awake.  

She could sense Geralt’s eyes flicking to her every so often and sighed, sitting up in the seat, unable to will herself to sleep anyway.  Her change in posture signified that she wanted to talk, but an awkward silence fell over them while Geralt merely waited.

“So… what did you and Jaskier do today when we split up?” she asked without looking at him.

Geralt glanced at her, a ghost of a smile tracing his lips for a moment.

“We climbed a rock wall.”

Yennefer jerked in surprise, her dark eyes peering back at Jaskier, snoring softly.  “But he hates heights.”

“I know,” Geralt replied with a soft snort, wanting to say more, though the words died on his tongue.  Silence fell once more.  

Several miles passed.

“What about you and [Y/N]?”  

Yennefer shrugged.  “We rode the carousel and talked.”

“Oh?”

“Yep.”  Yennefer answered simply.  “I got to ride a dragon.”

Geralt snorted in amusement.  “Very you.”

Yen’s answering laugh lifted his spirits, buoying him even as silence fell once more.  At least she was talking to him again.

—

Aevryn startled awake as the van slowed, turning off the highway into a brightly lit truck stop.  Geralt threw Roach into park and got out.  The others stirred slightly, but no one woke.  Aev looked down at her phone.  Fuck, she thought angrily, Valdo’s album list staring her in the face.  She hadn’t meant to fall asleep.  It had only been an hour and a half, but now that she was awake and filled with nervous energy she didn’t think she could just sit there.  

Carefully extricating herself from the depths of the van she slipped out the sliding door, following Geralt into the rest stop.  The usually stoic drummer gave a start when he turned from the cooler, drink in hand, to find her standing right behind him.

“Jesus Aev,” he growled, frowning, stepping around her to go pay.

“Can I drive for a bit, Gery?”  Aevryn asked, quickly grabbing another Red Bull from the cooler before jogging to catch up to him, flashing him a smarmy smile as he grabbed a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

“Don’t call me that,” Geralt grunted, setting his purchases on the counter.  After a moment he grabbed the giant can out of her hand to set with his stuff before handing the cashier a worn twenty.

“Please?” Aevryn asked.  “If I don’t keep my hands busy I’ll go crazy.  And I need to keep my mind off some… stuff.”

“Hmm.”  

The cashier handed him his change and Geralt handed Aev her drink.  

“You’re not tired?” he asked, giving her a pointed look, his light hazel eyes studying her sharply, knowingly.

“No.”

“Hmm.”  After a moment Geralt nodded and shoved the box of cakes at her.  “Here.  This is for you.”

Aevryn ducked her head to hide her grin as she followed Geralt back to the van, noticing the cakes were mini birthday cakes.

Taking the driver’s seat Aevryn buckled in and stuck her headphones in her ears, not wanting to face a repeat of the other morning as she listened to Valdo’s new music.  If Jaskier happened to wake up and heard it he would flip his shit, and on top of everything else going on, that was the last thing Aev wanted to deal with.  She still didn’t know how she was going to break it to him that she was on speaking terms with her ex again, amongst other things. 

Taking a swig of her energy drink and stuffing one of the snack cakes in her mouth she turned on the first song as she pulled back onto the highway.  

This album is a letter, one I should have written long ago.

Valdo’s low voice in her ear sent an involuntary shiver down her spine and her breath caught at his words, fending off the intrusive thought that he was speaking directly to her before the guitar swelled, leading into the next song and Aev nearly barked a surprised laugh at the opening notes -- a cover of one of her favourite songs.

Not usually one to care for covers, she couldn’t help but admit that it was good; Valdo’s voice filling each familiar lyric with new meaning, and again it felt as though he were singing for her and her alone, a private performance that the masses might peer into, but never truly understand.  The next song was an original one, but again with an easter egg she felt was strangely meant for her to uncover.  Valdo’s haunting vocals were joined by another voice, barking and raspy, and instantly recognizable to Aevryn.

That fucking bastard, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief, though a smile stole across her face like a thief.  He’d just had to go and collaborate with her favourite musician -- one so obscure that not even Jaskier knew she listened to.  Now he was just showing off.  

As she continued to listen, each song had something jump out at her, some lyric that tickled her memory or a reference to some in-joke shared between the two of them as teens, and it was becoming more and more difficult to believe that these were just coincidences.  Looking down at her phone she realized she was already on the final song and that’s when it happened.

The opening notes were accompanied by a lonely piano chord and the instant mood change gripped her, holding her hostage as she listened raptly, her hands tightening on the steering wheel.  Valdo’s voice trembled with emotion, weaving poetry that would certainly steal anyone’s breath away -- personal and raw, but the words hit her like a train, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.

Darling, it was always you, since day one, I knew, I was smitten, I admit, but it was more than that. After all, ‘just friends’ don’t look at each other like that. ‘Just friends’ don’t kiss each other like that.

It nearly took this immature fuckup too long to realize, What you meant when you said I needed you. And by then it was almost too late. How was I to know you’d need me too? I never told you, when you lay in that hospital bed, unsure if you’d ever wake, It nearly killed me, it drove me mad. Not caring what might become of me I went to his house and I went to bat, I lashed out in hate. Please don’t tell me it was all for nothing...

Her throat suddenly dry, Aevryn swallowed as the song continued on.  

It was her.  It was their life. 

Had he really done that, she wondered, her breath shallow as a memory she’d fought hard to bury surfaced hazily.  When she’d woke in the hospital after telling him why she’d done it, he was lying in the bed with her, his cut lip and bruised knuckles standing out in stark relief now.  She’d never really questioned where they came from before. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered; her hand covering her mouth as her lip trembled and a single tear fell. 

This song was about her, for her.  No, not just this song, she realized -- “this album is a letter…”

As Valdo continued to spin their story, the highs and the heartbreaks, his fuck-ups and regrets -- it broke her anew and soon she was wracked with silent sobs, tears flowing freely down her cheeks til she could barely see the road before her.  

Forgive me Aev, I never deserved you in the first place, but I want to be the man that does.  

In the passenger seat Yennefer stretched, a soft sound catching her attention and she opened her eyes slowly.

“Aev?” she asked softly, noticing her friend in the driver’s seat.  Then she noticed she was crying.  “Fuck, Aev!  What’s wrong?” Yennefer sat up quickly, reaching out to touch Aevryn’s arm.

“That fucking bastard,” she managed to choke out, crying harder and Yennefer quickly glanced in the back to make sure it hadn’t woken anyone else.  Her violet eyes swung back to Aevryn and then noticed the wires going to her ears connected to her phone and she snatched it up, her stomach dropping when she saw what her friend was listening to.

“Aevryn, why?” she demanded, disappointment and anguish thick in her voice.  “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“He asked me to listen to it,” she sobbed.  “It was for me.  The whole damned thing!”

“Aev, I think you need to pull over,” Yennefer urged, anxiously eyeing the sign for the next turn off.

Aevryn nodded and did as she was asked, barely able to see through her tears.  As soon as Roach was stopped, she jumped out, walking swiftly away, though not as if she knew where to.  “Aev!” Yennefer called after her, circling the van to chase after her.

At the slam of the van door Geralt sat up abruptly as the others stirred groggily.

“What was that?  Why are we stopped?” Jaskier asked, looking around, the feeling that something wasn’t right gripping him, waking him faster.  “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Geralt answered, worriedly watching Yennefer take off after Aevryn.

—

“Aevryn!”  Yennefer finally caught up to her friend and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.  “Talk to me, please,” she begged.  She’d never seen Aev look so lost.

Wiping her jacket sleeve across her damp face, Aevryn sniffled, trying to calm her breaths.  “I knew you’d tell me not to listen to it, but… but I did.  I couldn’t help it.  I had to know why he wanted me to hear it so badly.  And I know now.  It was for me.  It was his apology.  The whole fucking thing.  He even released it on my fucking birthday.”

Yennefer gaped at her, unsure how to respond.  If what she said was true… well, it certainly sounded exactly like something Valdo would do; he was nothing if not that extra.

“Just… just listen to the last song,” Aevryn exclaimed, holding out her phone.  Wordlessly Yen took it and put the earbuds in her ears.

It felt like an eternity elapsed as Aev waited, Yennefer’s face an unreadable mask as she listened.  When it was done Yennefer took a deep breath and pulled the headphones from her ears.

“I must admit he certainly has gone to lengths to get his point across.”

“I still love him, Yen,” Aevryn said softly.

“I know,” Yennefer replied simply, holding her arms out.

With a soft sob Aev surged forward and Yennefer wrapped her arms around her, letting her cry against her chest, her fingers combing through her friend’s messy hair til she was all cried out.

“I want to make it work,” she said thickly through the remnants of her tears.  “I want to give him a second chance.”

“I know,” Yennefer murmured soothingly, her heart twisting with hope and fear for her friend.  She knew all she could do now was support her in her decision.

“I’m so sorry Yen,” she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks once more.  “I don’t want us to fight anymore.  I want you to look after me.”

“I will always look after you.  You know that.”  Yen’s voice shook as her arms tightened around Aevryn.  That was how Geralt found them and Yennefer raised her eyes meeting his silent gaze as she gave Aev one last squeeze before stepping back.

“I need to call him,” Aevryn murmured absently, glancing over her shoulder to throw an imploring look at Geralt before directing it at Yennefer, who knew what she was asking of them wordlessly.

“Don’t worry about the others,” Yennefer said, smoothing Aevryn’s hair with her hands.  “We’ll be waiting at the van.”

With a nod Aev watched Yennefer and Geralt head back and she waited for them to pass out of sight before pulling her phone out.  Despite the hour she had a feeling that Valdo was waiting for her call and sure enough the phone only rang once before he answered.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Aev whispered, her voice trembling.  “I listened to it.”

“Yeah?”  Valdo asked, the hope in his tone unmistakable.

“Yeah.  You fucking asshole, you could have warned me,” she exclaimed, though there was no heat in it.  “Did you mean it -- everything you said in there?  You’re being absolutely serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

“Please don’t joke right now, Valdo.”

“I’m not.”  She could hear him breathe, a shaky sound that rattled her own chest.  “Can I see you?”

“Yeah.  I’d like that,” Aev answered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

—

“Yen, Geralt, what the fuck is going on?  Is Aev okay?”  Jaskier demanded as his bandmates walked side by side back to Roach.  You and Win were both out of the van as well, worry gripping you as Jaskier’s tension bled into you.  

“She’s alright,” Yennefer answered as Geralt clapped a hand to Jaskier’s shoulder as he passed.

“But-but what’s going on?” he asked, the helplessness in his voice twisting your heart.

The sigh that left Yennefer’s lungs was heavy with the secrets she couldn’t yet tell him.  For it truly wasn’t her place to tell Jaskier, though she also didn’t like keeping him in the dark.  Beside Valdo he was Aevryn’s oldest friend.

“She listened to something that made her a little emotional and I didn’t want her to crash the van because she was crying.”  

It technically wasn’t a lie.

“What did she--?” Jaskier cut off before finishing his question, his lips twitching into a frown.  “Aevryn…” he grumbled, something akin to exasperation creeping into his voice as he closed his eyes.

Just then she walked back to the van, stopping next to Yennefer, looking rather small.  “I’m okay now.  I’m sorry for worrying everyone,” she said softly, not quite meeting Jaskier’s gaze before climbing back into the van.

“Jask?” you asked, slipping your hand in his as you looked up at him.

He watched his friend, worrying his lip, clear blue eyes cloudy with worry and hurt.  “If what I think is happening, I’ll kill him.”

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[andieperrie18]

Night at the Opera (R.Taylor x Opera singer reader) (prt.1)

PROMPT: Freddie's has twin who is an opera singer. And she meets her brother's band on her surprise arrival.

Freddie has a sister, a twin to be exact that they have been supportive of each other since they were kids. Y/n Bulsara loved her brother dearly and Freddie in vice versa. They are the first fan of each other when they achieve their dreams.

Freddie and Y/n both have the same dream and that is to sing and they are total fan of operas when their family first took to one in London. The male loved the idea of singing one day in a stage but he didn't want to be stuck in one genre but for Y/n she wanted the spotlight, singing a note higher that her own voice, the orchestra singing to her very voice and the crowd astounded by her voice that will send them to the heavens.

"All the shines of the thousand spotlights~

All the stars we steal from the night sky will---"

A knock from her room door woke her from her focus as she founds Freddie walking to the side of her bed, plopping to her left as he places an arm around her.

"Hows your lyrics coming up?"

"It's coming up pretty well, for me I guess." Her voiced slowly dropped to a whisper at the end.

"Come on now darling sister, you can't be thinking negatively at the moment. Mum, Dad and I we'll be there at your audition, if it makes you feel better, I'll be the first to applaud you." The male encouraged as she stared at him, her heart clenching from the huge amount of emotions the gesture is generating within her.

"You really think I could do this?" She tries to reassure.

Another wide smile glowed upon her brother's face before he placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

"Y/n buttercup, you will be the English Nightingale of London."

And the title was now forever etched to her heart. Y/n got her big break when she sang her first piece she had written for her brother in her first live audition opera where contestants like her will already have the biggest audience in the industry of music. And with her song, she sang to the world how her brother always been the best and the most hardworking person in the world despite his dislike to his own race. She sang, and sang that even her parents didn't even know that she could reach. She sung and sung her heart out that every lyrics hits Freddie to tears that had him screaming "WE LOVE YOU BUTTERCUP!! SO PROUD OF YOU" after the performance. And he kept his promise to be the first one to applaud followed by her parents then the whole audience, asking for an encore along the way. Although the whole performance is pure acappella with a few brilliant insertions of the conductor, she succeeds. Y/n landed a lot of projects and signing the week after. At first she didn't like it as she would be driven away from her home, her family's comfort but with another pep talk from her twin and her supported parents and other siblings, she went on her career.

As the year pass, the girl with a big drea, grew up to be a woman of vision. Every year the bigger her crowd grew, either the twice or thrice than her first one. Along her maturity, her creativity grew as well. Creating song after song that never fails to hit the very hearts of her audience. Her secret, she writes about her family.

"Y/n dearie, beta would be very happy to see you come home early! Oh he also said that he will bring friends as well!!" Your mother chirped through the phone as you could only smie in delight, you have been on tour from all around Europe for five years.

Y/n M/n Bulsara became Y/n Night, the English Nightingale of London.

Though Y/n told your handler that she'd rather prefer her real name, she just went along but always introduce herself in her real in parties. Her open mindedness and quick maturity from a girl to a woman didn't allow any bad critiques, comments and backstab to stain her good nature.

She always remember her father's word as it kept her standing on the top till the day.

"Good Words. Good Thoughts. Good Deeds." She would mumble to herself at all time when she comes to a party or before she comes to the stage to do her thing.

"I miss him so much mom, I miss you, dad and Kash. I can finally see your faces again." Y/n whimpers, as she thought of the long years of longing for the people she loved. How alone she felt.

"We all do buttercup. We all do and now your coming home! And I am so thankful Mr. Groban for allowing you to rest for a year!"

The call ended with her father switching with her mother, him crying through the call of how much he missed his darling buttercup. Y/n cried in so much joy that night, that she was getting antsy to leave her hotel room and hop in to her flight to London.

Now, she actually has one last show before her break begins and that is in London which was a perfect moment to have her family watch how much she has grown as an operatic singer. Cyrus Groban her handler and the conductor who had discovered her had always been kind and the old man would gladly and humble accept any request from her as he already saw her as his own child.

Roger Taylor sat beside Kashmira in the dining table with an attempt of flirting here. The table littered with conversations, Mary's father eyeing Freddie across him ever since he witness his mouth say quite informal words toward her daughter. It went for quite awhile until Freddie's mother began about their origin, about Freddie being born in Zanzibar. She began to distributing the photo album that contain all memoirs of the Bulsaras. Freddie left the table as he isn't really talking about his origin. Roger could tell that as he watched the said man from across the room trying to drown the conversation as he sings.

"Mrs. Bulsara, I was wondering but I kept seeing this girl with Freddie every once in a while in each pictures? Who is she?" Mary said, attempting to fix the rather awkward situation even the male across them had immediately smiled at the topic that was about unfold. To her luck, the mood did lift when Freddie's young sister Kash spoke in a rather lively tone.

"OH-oh! That's Y/n!! Our eldest sister and his twin. They were really inseparable back when we were kids!!"

Roger finally had a turn to photo album, he did notice the constant appearance of the girl y/n in each picture that has Freddie on it. The two would either had an arm on each other, or hugging. He found it quite adorable how the girl would have Freddie lock in her arms.

"She's hugger isn't she. You're looking rather choke up here mate." The drummer cracked earning a few laughs from the company.

"Y/n always had the best hugs." Kash muttered, looking rather sad at the end. Freddie walked behind her sister, placing hands on her shoulder for comfort as Kash held his hand in return from the gesture.

"I remember we would sing together while playing piano. She would always hit the highest note like it was nothing." Freddie told them while rubbing her sister's shoulder.

"She sings?" Brian smiled, his heart warmed with the way the siblings speak of their other sibling.

"In an Opera, she's really great. I am one day hoping I get to see her sing again on a stage."

Mary stared at her man as she marvel's the sparkle in his eyes as she he speaks of her twin sister like she was the best person in the world.

Roger, Deacy and Brian had never seen their lead vocalist be so compasionate about a person unless its Mary. The way he tells them about how he would bond with her sent smiles to their lips.

"Where is she?" Roger asked as he eyed a photo of Y/n where she is standing on a stage, singing with a smile.

"She's touring around Europe."

"WOW! She's a big time singer."

"You could say that." Kash answered. "She probably call us tonight.

Bomi and Jer left the table to get more photos, the table was drowning on and on about the child hood the Bulsara twins had.

" You all must really miss her." John muffled in his palm, staring at Freddie mainly. "We do."

Roger smiled at him as he was now rather intrigued with the existence of this second sibling.

"Ahh, I'd give anything to see buttercup again. I'd give her the biggest bear hug!!!"

**"Why don't you give it to me now then?" **

A female voice made everyone sitting by the table turn to its owner, except for Freddie who was stunned at the sudden familiar voice.

They eyed the female from the far entrance of the dining room. She had long (h/c) hair that cascaded down her shoulders with grace. Wearing a bohemian dress under white fur coat, her body perfectly shaped through the fabric and lastly a pair of beige open toe stilletos. Roger was eyeing her, not even bothering to blink at the moment. This person wasn't a girl like the ones in the photo anymore, this is a woman. Her chin up, as if she was some royalty.

Kash, was the first to react, removing herself from Roger's side and tackling the woman in a hug.

"Y/N!!!"

Freddie slowly spun to meet the gaze of his beloved sister. And ten strides across him stood his twin, his blurred like water as she stared at the beautiful woman across him.

"Hello Freddie." She smiled.

Waiting not a moment longer, the Parsini male strided towards his twin within seconds. His arms enveloping her waist and hers around her shoulders.

"You're home!! YOU'RE ACTUALLY HOME FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!"

Roger had his eyes on Y/n the whole time, barely even allowing himself to look anywhere. It seems that her arrival lifted the spirits of the people in that celebration, that it had completely tampered mood of their parents.

Mary, oh how the girl fell in love with her personality the moment she saw her speaking to her father, in complete sign language. She could see the sparkle in her father's eyes as he conversed with this woman and seeing the delight in her face made Freddie smile.

"When did you learn to sign language, Y/n? You seem a bit awfully good with it?" Brian opened as he had answered everyone's question in their minds.

"Oh I learned it when I was ten. I practically father to get me into classes as it always intrigued me on how people do it in the telly." Y/n answered, her voice flow like silk in the blonde males head from across her. Roger loved it, he can only imagine how his name would sound like in her voice.

"I have a reason to believe that one's a lie." Freddie pour a glass of water on Y/n's glass as she sent him a face.

"It's true!"

"Well yes darling, thats the second reason. But mum knew the real reason you did it. Don't you mother?"

Jer smiled at the question, her eyes lingering to her daughter.

"I went to her school one day to fetch her, I was waiting for her to come outside until her teacher came towards me and asked if I was her mother and if I could come with her."

Every ears and eyes around the room were trained on the mother.

"They led me to the school library where I found buttercup 'talking' to two kids about her age in the moving language. The teacher we quite curious to how she learned sign language just a few weeks after the foreign exchange students who had speaking disorder just came in. They told me that she's been attempting to talk to them since day one but because of their problem, they can't converse rather well."

Y/n smiled at the memory of her childhood as her father caressed her hand in pure delight. Kash rested beside her with her arm around her figure.

"You learned it for your friends? Wow, thats a very great thing to do." Deacy complimented earning a thankful nod from the female.

"Yeah, I did. Jean and Pedro have been my friends for quite awhile now and we still do. They finally got their disorder cured as they were to speak again after we graduated at uni. The two are working with me now."

"Your sister says you are an Opera singer. How's that career going for you?" Roger finally had the chance to speak, he almost jolted when she met his eyes, the way they glowed made his do aswell.

"Yes, yes I do. Oh! Which reminds me about my last tour. I would like to invite all off you to my last Opera performance for the year."

Freddie's face curled with the term last. Y/n saw this, she took his hand and smiled wider and brighter.

"Last, because I'll be on a year and half break." This returned him to his positive state but twice higher.

@mercurycrowley

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[concertcrack]

Guest Post: Denny Lee – Bassist for ‘The R Train’

Sometimes even the most carefully prepared plans bring wonderful surprises where everything goes better than you ever hoped for. Then, unexpectedly, a stranger walks in the door and hears what you’re doing, loves it, and almost immediately becomes an important part of your life… and your plan! Then, no matter how hard you work to execute your plan perfectly to achieve the specific goals your plan was designed to achieve, that mischievous Yin just has to show up with the timing of a well syncopated Rock Groove to step on and disrupt all the beautiful Yang you’ve developed in the past couple years. Well… that’s Rock & Roll, especially for this hard-working Rock & Roll Band!

For ‘The R Train’ our plans are laid out like a set of high-speed bullet train rails that never end. We encounter the usual and sometimes unusual challenges and difficulties that can make life difficult, or better yet make interesting material for new songs! Our commitment to bring great, groove-oriented, classic-influenced rock music with some Punk attitude and positive messages through huge grooves, soaring vocal lines and harmonies to every music listener is paramount to everything we do!

The reality is we are still a “new” Rock & Roll Band. ‘The R Train’ as a group will be just two years old on our next birthday. But that fact is very misleading! As with many great Rock & Roll Bands that came before us, each of the three musicians that make up ‘The R Train’ have played for and with many of the great Rock Players of our time, individually accumulating hundreds of hours of experience on the concert stage, in the studios, and even in some local pubs and casuals simply because we all love to play great Rock & Roll music.

So… when we carefully crafted our rehearsal schedule to prepare for our first “show” ever, we set definitive goals for the hours we would dedicate perfecting every aspect of the show, knowing that we personally would not be happy or satisfied with anything less than as close to perfection as we could possibly achieve. Then, just as we start to feel a little comfortable, Yin comes knocking again! This time in the form of a World-Wide Pandemic that forces almost everyone to stay at home, locked down for their own protection!   

Well, being committed to not letting something we can’t even see stop us, we tried to rehearse using the various on-line/internet conferencing platforms that allows groups of people to meet, see each other and talk using their computers. Well… that didn’t work! There’s a technical issue when trying to play, sing or even just clap your hands together when using one of these popular programs. A little but significant hurdle that cannot be overcome called “latency”! It seems that while using these programs, when you get two or more people to try to clap their hands together in rhythm it’s never going to be in rhythm! “Latency,” or the difference in time it takes the signal to get to and from each computer, causes the clapping (or any attempt to do something “together” and in rhythm) to be out of sync, sounding like a flock of geese trying to play along with the USC Trojan Marching Band! Nope! Just does not work!

But we are ‘The R Train’! And you can’t just stop a train once it starts rolling! So, we improvised! And yes, vocal rehearsals went forward with some clever problem solving.

Finally, after a couple months, we get the needed approvals to commence rehearsing in a proper fashion following all the new rules of social distancing, wearing masks, bathing in hand sanitizer, and the new way of life we are all faced with. But we got right back in the groove quickly, now focusing our energies on being a premier POWER TRIO with great vocals, a huge sound and absolutely killer grooves! Now we’re Rocking!

Remember, we have a plan… right? We are going to be properly rehearsed and absolutely ready for our first show, some time many months from now. Right? Then… the phone rings, and wouldn’t you know it, the voices on the other end of the line are important music industry people from New York that can really help us along with achieving our goals. They say something to the effect of; “Hey guys, we love your first single! We’re producing a live show coming up in a couple weeks that will be steamed on all the major platforms. We want you there! You will be perfect! Here’s the deal!”

Oh, No! I mean, No! I mean, Don’t say NO! We are ‘The R Train’! We Can Do This!

So… with less than two weeks to iron out the music for the short 30-minute set, develop an energetic show, plan the costuming, and work out all the technical aspects of not only playing the show live, but streaming that concert live to the World… Jeffrey immediately spoke up and said it best… “Oh man, what shirt and jacket should I wear?”

For the next twelve days we gird our loins and got ready to unveil ‘The R Train’ to the World! We polished the songs, practiced some show banter, went clothes shopping, and brought in one of the best engineers around to make sure ‘The R Train’ and our music made the best impression possible on all the people that were getting their first taste of ‘The R Train’ Band and our particular brand of Fun Rock & Roll! Even though we’ve each played many, many concerts, for some reason we were all nervous! Excited! But nervous!

Fortunately, that didn’t last long. As soon as we got a few bars into the first song we were Rocking in high gear! The energy level that we delivered was exhilarating! By the third song I (Denny on Bass) jumped into Jeffrey’s lane as he started to burn up the neck of his Mustang guitar with a screaming solo, and the house was Rocking! Hard!

Mike (Our Gonzo Drummer) and I laid out one burning groove after another and Jeffrey delivered a series of soaring vocals and burning lead solos! This, ‘The R Trains’ very first gig, turned out to be our “Coming Out Party,” as each of us bonded together and delivered a Rock & Roll Show that surpassed even the wildest expectations of everyone that attended or watched via the Internet. The response was over-whelming!

This, ‘The R Trains’ first show, was very unique. It was our first show, done perhaps six months earlier than originally planned.  It was special not only because it was the first show, but because we delivered a Big Time Show worthy of any legacy Rock & Roll Venue Stage! It will always be very special to us, as we not only had great fun, but on that night we became ‘The R Train’… Live and In Concert! ‘The R Train’ became the band for the people. Playing great Rock & Roll for all music lovers!

We are ‘The R Train’!  We love to play great, fun Rock & Roll music that everyone can enjoy! Thundering Grooves! Soaring vocals! Searing guitars! Positive Messages! Great Rock & Roll for Everyone!

Find The R Train online:

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[queenofthearchitect]

Star struck

A/N: this is the other request I took off @writtingrose shoulders I hope I’m doing them justice lol. She also came up with the name 🙈🙈

The name of the song in this fic is wonderful life by bring me the horizon ft. Dani Flith. The reader and her band will sing that song. So listen to it.

Summary: Hunter and Stephanie invite his celebrity crush to preform on RAW. Dean and Roman push him to talk to the Reader because he’s nervous; Requested by anon

Warnings: cussing thats about it

Parings: Seth Rollins x Singer! reader

Taglist: @theworldofotps @writtingrose @new-zealand-chic @sassyspacedust @wolfiegal98 @haharollins @the-beastslayers-queen @sausagefest1996 @itsicantbelievethis666 @thatwrestlingfan91 @queenslayer1985 @yafav-q @geekgirl007

Please enjoy 🦄

I got a call from Stephanie McMahon asking if me and my band could come preform on Monday night raw and Of course we agreed. We were on the next flight to Davenport Iowa when I was scrolling through twitter looking at WWE’s feed, I had stopped on a particular post it was wishing Seth Rollins a happy birthday and I put two and two together. That’s why we were going there. I couldn’t denie he was attractive I cleared the feed off my phone, I put my head phones on and hit shuffle on my music. When we finally landed, we walked towards the baggage carousel.

My black boots made a noise against the ground we had made sure to put on disguises so no one would know who we were. We wanted it to be a scecret as possible, my best friend walked up and looked at me. “Oh come on Y/N it’s not that big of a deal it’s just wwe it’s not like it’s a secret.” I looked at him shaking my head in disbelief. “I know but just in case let’s just stay like this please.” He rubbed his hands over his face letting out a low groan. “Okay fine but you owe me big time.” I roll my eyes at him and I rub his head. “Oh hush this little costume won’t kill you it’s only for a few more hours.”

We arrived at the arena for Monday night raw and I started to get nervous, I have no idea why I’ve always been calm before a show it’s always been one of my band memebers who got nervous never me. I played with the end of my jet black and fire engine red hair, I sat in hair and make up thinking of what to wear, I didn’t know if I wanted to do my usual black skinny jeans and t-shirt or if I wanted to wear a dress. I decided to just wear my usual, I put black heel boots on. We were last of the show so we had some time, I was doing my vocal warm ups when one of the backstage producers knocked on the door, I told them to come in and the let us know we had 10 minutes.

I looked around at my team and my band and the smiles at me. “Y/N are you ready to do this?” I looked at my manager and I nodded my head. “Yes but what if we don’t sing that guys favorite song?” She raise and eyebrow at me and kinda smirked at me. “Who says it’s for his birthday?” “Well I was looking at their feed on Instagram and his birthday today and he only listens to rock/metal music so I kinda put two and two together.” I replied and she didn’t say anything my drummer went to say something but was interrupted by the camera guy telling us we had to get into position.

Apparently they had picked out everything for us, our set list, our theme and the rest. We watched Stephanie on the monitor and they told us our cue, she smiled widely at looked at Seth. “Well Seth since you just turned 33 we wanted it to be something you’d remember so we flew out bring me the horizon.” I looked at my band and they nodded their heads and we walked through the curtain and saw the quick look of disbelief on Seth’s face and when he saw me first walk out his hand went over his mouth. I smile as the crowd erupted into defining screams.

I went down the ramp touching the hands with fans, taking pictures with most if not all of them. I walked up the steps with my band not too far behind me, Seth quickly walked over and held the ropes open for me, I walked through them and I sent him a playful wink making him blush. I walked over to Stephanie and hunter and hugged them both, I walked over to the lead microphone and I looked at my band members and watched Stephanie, hunter and Seth exit the ring my guitarist started playing a the beginning of our song wonderful life and the arena got quite for a minute and I started the intro and the crowd started singing with me and my guitarist.

The part where I screamed came up, I could tell the crowed was waiting to see if I was going to do it or not. I had made glances at Seth while our intro was happening and he slowly started bobbing his head and when I scream the whole arena erupted into cheers and Seth was head banging. Seeing him enjoy is live made me happy but while they kept singing I got out of the ring and let him come in the ring with us. Before he got in the rings few of the front rows were near the barricade jumping with us. Now believe it or not when Seth got in the ring everyone had their flash lights on jumping up and down, it was honestly breath taking how many people here loved our music.

We preformed with ease with jumping, screaming, I’m sure everyone was surprised I didn’t break my ankle because I was in heeled boots but I’ve always jumped in my performances so my ankles were use to me. I could tell Seth was having the time of his life preforming with us, I was stoked to have him in the ring with us he lit a fire under all of us and made us preform that much harder, I mean after all it was his big day. As we finished our first set we sung three more songs and said our goodbyes and thanked Stephanie and hunter for having us.

My band members shook their hands Seth’s aswell, when it came to me I wrapped him and a hug and wished him a happy birthday. The look on his face was like we just made his 33 years of life, he walked with us backstage with us with a huge smile on his face and I was just happy we made him and the wwe universe so happy. A lot of the superstars were waiting for us backstage to get our autographs and I was so flattered, I felt like I should be the one asking for autographs. I’ve watched wresting all my life and I’m sure I got on everyone’s nerves when I did watch it cause I’d scream at the tv.

I wouldn’t dare tell anyone that my team, and my band memebers knew not to tell anyone about it cause I’d kill them. My eyes kept lingering to Seth and when he’d look at me I’d look away afraid of getting caught, a few of the divas were all over my band memebers and I thought it was hilarious, groupies at its finest so I was surprised when a few male and female superstars walked up and started talking to me about how awesome we were and how Seth was so lucky. At the mention of Seth made my stomach feel tingly, honestly I have no idea what was going on with me. I haven’t even talked to kid and I feel tingly around him.

I mentally kicked myself and got my ass in gear and just pushed that away, I mean I didn’t even have time for a relationship I was always on the road, and when I wasn’t I was home working on msuic and made appearances. After the group started to die down the band went back to the dressing room and I told them I was going to go get some air but that was honestly to get them to leave me alone. The adrenaline still flowing through my veins when I heard my name getting called out. “Hey Y/N wait up.” I stopped when I heard the voice and I turned around to see Seth looking at me and smiled. “Thanks for waiting up, where ya heading too?” “Um well no where in particular just walking.” I replied and he smiled at me. “So I um was uh waning to introduce myself officially.”

I smile at him noticing I made him nervous, I mean I couldn’t blame him, I was a wild card no one ever knew what I would say or when I’d say it. “Well it’s finally glad to meet you after ogling me all night.” His eyes widened and he started rubbing the back of his neck. “U-uhm sorry about that I-I just was really stoked to meet you.” I nod my head at him and I look at him but he looked everywhere but at me. I thought him being shy was adorably cute. “Seth come on there’s no reason to be shy, We are one in the same.” He let out a chuckle and started fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt.

“I-I know b-but you are I like you.. I-I mean I like your music.” He sighed and put his hand over his face and I noticed the deep red tint on his face and I grabbed his hand. “Seth it’s okay most guys get like this when they meet me.” He let out a chuckle and he wiped his palms on his skinny jeans. “Since I’ve embarrassed myself enough I’ll go.” “Well I didn’t think the Architect had a problem with the ladies.” His eyes widened at the mention of his reputation and he hung his head low. “I didn’t but I haven’t found the right one?” I stood there and looked at him and before I could stop what was coming out my mouth it slipped. “So you just jump from women to woman?”

I could tell I had hit his ego and I hit it hard, he turned a light pink and started fidgeting with his shirt now. “I- uhm- uh I know I use to be a ass but I swear I’ve changed and I’d like to take you out but I’m sure-.” He shut his mouth and his skin turned a lighter color, he coverd his face and let out a big sigh. I let out a small giggle and I get closer to him and I see him tense some. “Wait do I make you nervous Seth?” I bite his lip and just stood there I smiled and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and I wrote something on it and slipped it into his pocket. “If it gets leaked I’ll kill you, I’d love for you to take me out but next time hopefully you won’t be so Star Struck.” He stood there frozen while I walked away, this was officially the best night ever.

A/N: thank you guys so much for reading I love y’all so much and thank you for supporting my fics I just hope y’all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed reading it I have a series coming out and I want to thank @writtingrose for letting me snag some of her request it’s been fun. ❤️

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