#and that fucking drummer my old roommate was friends with who i had a massive crush on also plays guitar

[paaradoxum]

BakuTodo Rec List of Fics Vol. II

It’s been a while since the last time I did the other list and many new, wonderful fics appeared (the dynamics will be the same: AO3 fics that includes top!Bakugou and bottom!Todoroki for those that are NSFW), so if you wanna check out here is Part I.

This time there are 32 fics in this list, I have more and probably I will make Part III soon.

Spoiler: EVERY SINGLE one of these stories are FUCKING AWESOME.

Rating: G

→ flowers die, feelings grow by kinneyb

Summary:  When Bakugo first visits a local flower shop with Jirou, he buys some flowers in a lame attempt to piss off one of the employees - a guy named Shouto. But then he gets a little too invested in keeping his flowers alive.

→ Pretty by doop-doop.

Summary:  Like so many things that had to do with Shouto, the question took Bakugou entirely by surprise. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

→ For a Single Moment by itsclowreedsfault.

Summary:  Katsuki shakes his head with a sigh and an unbidden smile. Shouto's always been like an overexcited kid when it came to cats; Katsuki should've known he didn't stand a chance against them in Shouto's first visit to a cat cafe.

Rating: T

→ Ruin My Life by justhavesex.

Summary: He's not a vengeful person, really, he's not.

But him and Bakugou have started this little on-going war of theirs back in middle school when they were 10 years old and Todoroki had accidentally—if you got Todoroki drunk enough and fed his ego well enough he would, in fact, admit that it was very much on purpose—accidentally fed Bakugou's limited edition All Might magazine to his cat.

→ Aesthetic Distance by llyn.

Summary:  This was around the time Shouto was appearing in all the blogs and rags and instagrams wearing a hideous faux fur coat of bright, hot neon like some awful crawling creature from an acid trip had been hunted and skinned, its pelt draped over Shouto's shoulders.

→ Dance To This by justhavesex.

Summary:  Bakugou has never cared much about being an alpha, not really, not until he met the most frustrating omega in all existence: Todoroki Shouto.

→ Welcome to the Mile-High Club by minhakos.

Summary:  In which Todoroki realizes that maybe airplanes aren't the only thing that should make him nervous.

→ Boyfriend Tactics by Esselle.

Summary: 'Shouto's eyes go impossibly wide. He seems to lose all powers of communication for a moment and just stands there, frozen, staring at Katsuki and the kitten. Finally, eventually, he utters the tiniest noise Katsuki has ever heard him make.

"Ah…" '

--

Katsuki comes to the aid of a small and fluffy civilian while on patrol.

→ Line by Line by Lillabelle.

Summary:  With half his sketchbook filled with drawings of the guy, Katsuki wondered if he’s already crossed the line of being insanely creepy. They’ve never spoken, and he honestly only knew the person’s name was Todoroki Shouto because of role call in class. Shouto was just… so unique to look at with his half and half appearance. It was hard for Katsuki’s eyes not to get drawn to him. Not to mention they shared several classes, so if Katsuki ever got bored and felt like drawing something, there he was.

→ a todobaku one-shot collection by kagehinataboke.

Summary:  all of my multiple, multiple, multiple todobaku one-shots. i stan two (2) dipshit boys that are obviously in love and hate with each other.

→ amaryllis by ?

Summary:  The amaryllis has come to symbolize pride, determination and radiant beauty. Somehow this all suited Katsuki a lot more than Shouto expected.

→ tell ourselves a good lie by ElmoIsSatan. (In-Progress 12/?)

Summary: For a straight guy with anger issues, getting a “boyfriend” might just be his only escape.

Or-

Bakugo makes an impulsive decision and suddenly gains a boyfriend just to prove his parents wrong... The only problem is it’s all fake.

→ how to register for a library card (and get a boyfriend in the process) by Kaleid369.

Summary: “Friends have each other’s numbers, yeah?” Bakugou shrugs. “I don’t hate you, I guess.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you,” Bakugou snorts. “I gotta go. Text me so I have your number.”

“I will.”

He's already started walking away when Shouto blurts out, “See you tomorrow?”

Bakugou shoots him a smirk over his shoulder, as if to say, Duh.

Shouto stands and stares at his retreating back, and the thought of kissing him pounds along with the beat of his heart.

→ on brand by dinosuns.

Summary: Midoriya is honestly unsure what’s worse: the tragic fact that Todoroki Shouto can make anything look objectively incredible or the fact Kacchan has six versions of the exact same photograph saved onto his camera roll.

Nobody saves a photo that many times by accident.

Kacchan set the bar, Todoroki raised it. That is not a good thing.

→ The Journey Home by dinosuns.

Summary: “Your hair looks real fucking nice.”

“I thought it was about time I grew it out,” Todoroki says, something wistful caught in his voice. “You were always saying I should.”

That’s true. And Bakugou is satisfied to know he was right about it looking good, but it’s not like he can share that with the fucking class anymore.

--

Bakugou tells himself that he's fine with how things turned out between them. He also tells himself he's not still in love.

Rating: M

→ Zephyr by yeetin. (In-Progress 4/?)

Summary: The breeze that sifted gently through a golden sea of tall, dry grass brought the tiny spike of a different scent. An inconspicuous little prickle down the spine, barely even worth paying attention to. Something no one else would even imagine being able to notice.

But Bakugou did.

→ Objection, Your Honor by Myona. (In-Progress (8/?)

Summary: Shoto Todoroki hated Katsuki Bakugou. And he had plenty of reasons to do so.

But he didn't know that how things can change for the two of them who saw nothing but trouble in each other's presence and life altogether. Katsuki was a trouble from the first time Shoto heard his name, to the first day he met the man.

Rating: E

→ On Hot Blondes and Drunken Hookups by Crossfire. (In-Progress 4/?) I love this so so much.

Summary: “I’m Bakugou. What’s your name, Pretty Boy?”

Shouto looks at the drink in his hand, then back to the beautiful blonde boy, then back to the drink and downs it in one go, ignoring the slight burn as it slides down his throat, and while it would have been more suave to appear unaffected, he gives his head a little shake. He takes a quick breath and forces the words out before he has a chance to realize what a massive mistake this all is.

“Hot blondes I want to bang can call me Shouto.”

→ Tick Tick Boom by Ajaxthegreat. (In-Progress 6/?) THIS is so good, I’m in love.

Summary: An exhausted socially awkward violin prodigy and a deaf punk rock drummer walk into a bar.

→ Better Take a Mental Picture by chibibeeee. This is HOT HOT.

Summary:  The one where Deku watches Bakugou take Todoroki and their exhibitionist kink is unlocked.

→ Cover: Blown by darkanddank. (In-Progress 1/2)

Summary: Some undercover agents got hooked on drugs. Went full Stockholm Syndrome, flipped and joined up with the other side. As Bakugou’s palm went flat over Todoroki’s navel and dove beneath his closed zipper, Todoroki started to understand just how easy it might be to go rogue.

...aka cop Todoroki gets his world rocked so hard by bad guy Bakugou that he has an existential crisis

→ Just One Bite by Crossfire.

Summary: This particular fuckup begins when he saves a cat from a demon in a sketchy alley.

Well, maybe slightly before that when his esteemed hedge-witch mentor turned out to be an incubus who coincidentally turned him and his stupid nerdy neighbor into incubi.

Or maybe when he was born to a non-magic family, but early on developed minor magical inclinations that turned out to be not-so-minor and kind-of-hugely-destructive.

Wherever this fuckup was born, it’s culminated as follows: Bakugou has been an incubus for one hundred and twenty-two days, seven hours, and thirty-six minutes, has not had a single successful feed, and is essentially slowly starving to death. His mentor is suspiciously MIA and that stupid shitty nerd has managed to secure himself a two-person harem so it’s just Bakugou, starving. To death. Slowly.

→ Gangster by Brixxen.

Summary: Bakugou is a detective trying to solve a case that's been open for months. He ends up in a town and meets a man who could be his undoing...

Todoroki wasn't expecting the blonde at the bar to leave him wanting more...

→ How to spend a Friday night by veltana.

Summary: That's how Katsuki ended up on his bed on a Friday night leaning against the headboard with his laptop between his spread legs, his hard dick in his hand, watching Shouto open himself up for him on the screen.

→ Your Turn by doop-doop.

Summary: An extra scene/epilogue/continuation of smd.

Bakugou and Todoroki housesit for Bakugou's parents and take advantage of Bakugou's large bed.

→ Comfort by hellaradholly.

Summary: Katsuki agrees to be Shouto's roommate after UA despite having an unbearable crush on him.a gift for Katie for the BakuTodo Valentine's Day Exchange!

→ Empire of Dirt by castiiron, clairesail. (In-Progress 5/?)

Summary: There was something different about being with Bakugou Katsuki. Something that Shouto had been searching for tonight, to no avail. A consistent burn in his gut, the warmth of a fire that hadn’t been stoked in many years. Katsuki had been inexcusably rough with him. Harsh in a way that had pulled him back to reality. Shouto hadn’t realized he was missing out, being so used to what he knew; going through the motions, a means to an end. His life for the last few years had revolved around mediocre sex as a way to abate constant desire, always at the forefront of his mind.

Unhealthy coping mechanisms are easier to hide when you aren't screwing your ex-classmate.

→ Be Quiet by chibibeeee.

Summary: Katsuki and Shouto stay the night at Deku's. If only they had any self control, then they wouldn't have to keep so quiet.

→ Speak Softly My Sweet Villain by Brixxen.

Summary: Ask anyone in Tokyo and they’ll tell you the same thing. That the No.1 Pro Hero Todoroki Shoto is the perfect hero. He’s kind to everyone, always the first to arrive on a crime scene, always the calm and collected hero everyone wants him to be.

It was ironic how things happened to lead Shoto to his current situation. Him moaning and shuddering like a teenager, clinging to the strong perfect body of the most wanted villain in Japan, Ground Zero.

→ Peanuts and Wolves by cashmeresho.

Summary: “Yeah, man, okay!” The guy holds up his hands in surrender and Shouto shoots him another apologetic look. “I really didn't know you guys were married! I didn't see a ring!”

“Oh,” Katsuki says. He frowns hard for a minute and then grabs Shouto by the arm to whisk him away to his table with Izuku and Kirishima to guard him or sniff him or whatever weird territorial thing he wants to do.

→ College Roommates|BakuTodo by S_Kuro.

Summary: Todoroki is the son of the famous Todoroki Enji, also known as Endeavor, his father is a famous business man that wants Todoroki to take over his business, but Todoroki wants to become a photographer. He goes against his father's wishes and goes to an art university miles away from home. There he meets a certain explosive blonde, who turns out to be his roommate. what sorts of ridiculous shenanigans will they find themselves in and what relationships will they end up in.

a BakuTodo fanfic

This is my first fanfic with these two, so don't judge me and I hope you like it.

→ Locker Room by darkqueen_25.

Summary: There are worse things to walk in on in a locker room, Inasa thinks, than your two new friends fucking against the shower walls.

There's probably nothing better than being asked to join in, though.

#bnha #mha #bakutodo #todobaku #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x todoroki #top!bakugou #bottom!todoroki #bakutodobaku #fanfic #fic recommendations #fic list

[ubernoxa]

The Token: A Guns N’ Roses FanFiction

Chapter 11: Rhythm Guys Do It Better

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Chapter title pretty much explains what’s gonna happen 🤷🏼‍♀️

Masterlist

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I could still feel my cheeks blushing as I waved goodbye to Izzy as he dropped me off in front of my apartment.

“Welcome back Mich-Duff,” I practically froze at Macy’s words.

At first I wondered why she corrected herself, but once I stepped into the living room, finally able to see into the kitchen, I knew why.

“Duff, nice to meet you! My names Henry,” I offered Henry a quick wave, but I froze before I headed towards my (Michelle’s) bedroom.

Henry was one of Walter’s childhood best friends. Henry had met Michelle on countless occasions. He has been to this apartment before several times. He knew which door lead to Michelle’s room.

I was fucked.

Macy must have noticed my predicament when she handed me a grocery bag filled with god knows what.

“Duff, can you bring this to Michelle’s room? It’s some clothes I was going to donate, but if they fit her then she can have them,” I simply nodded before grabbing the bag and heading to ‘Michelle’s’ bedroom.

I let a sigh escape me once I was inside.

I put my bass and the bag Macy gave me on my bed before I quickly changed out of my clothing from the night before.

Originally I was going to wear a simple shorts and tank top because of the burning weather outside, but Izzy’s antics last night made that impossible. I unknowing let a soft moan escape my lips as I traced one of the many hickies that Izzy left from the night prior.

As I stared at myself I felt my hand slowly reach for my lips, all thoughts of how truly fucked I was with Henry being in the apartment had completely evaporated.

The only thing on my mind was last night.

How my heart raced at the look Izzy gave me when he realized that Slash had passed out for the night. The feeling of his lips on mine, the thought of him holding me down as he throbbed inside of me.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I quickly replied at the sound of Macy’s voice.

Before she could open the door, I wrapped myself with a blanket that was on my bed. Not to hide the face I was naked, but to hide the hickies that scattered my body. As roommates we had seen echo their naked undress of times, it was almost normal.

“What are you......” she froze as her eyes remained locked on me. I watched as a smirk formed on her face.

“Ohh my god!” She gasped as she took in the purple hickies that stained my skin.

“Shhh shhh,” I tried to hush her, but I wasn’t entirely successful.

“Who?” She immediately shot back.

“Just some guy...” I trailed off before digging through my dresser trying to find a scarf to cover my neck. I wouldn’t have guessed Izzy would have been so...territorial. I could tell that it turned him on as much as he turned me on as he painted my empty canvas of a body with splashes of purple.

“No, I know you Michelle. You wouldn’t do it with just a anyone...who?” Macy shot back even faster. She was giddy as a school girl as she talked.

“Izzy, I fucked Izzy last night,” I felt a smile plaster on my face as I finished getting ready.

She gasped at my comment as I looked at myself in the mirror. The scarf and long sleeves weren’t ideal for the summer heat, but that was Izzy’s fault. I was going to make sure I got even.

“You didn’t!” She seemed more shocked the second time I told her. Yes I fucked Izzy Stradlin.

“But I thought you hated him!” She immediately shot back.

“It’s more of his Indiana brother..Axl,” I replied back. Now that I thought about it, I really didn’t hate Axl.

“Ohhh God Michelle, you’ve got yourself into a pickle,” Macy teased, our laughter erupting and filling the room.

“Yes Macy...fucking my bandmate is my problem....not the fact that I’m dressing up as a guy to perform at gigs and lying to half my band,” our laughter only grew after I whispered that right back to her.

After a couple of seconds our laughter died down and Macy said, “Wait...WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH”

“What?”

“Who else knows?” She quickly asked.

“Knows what?” I quickly shot back.

“Who else in the band knows? Axl? Ohh my god how are you still standing? I assumed Axl would either kick you out of the band or kill you? How are you not dead?”

“No, it’s not Axl who knows...it’s Slash,” I sighed and leaned back on my bed. I tried not to think about how Axl would react. I agreed with her, Axl would kick me out of the band. I might as enjoyed it while it lasts.

“And...how did he react...”

“He seemed...confused....and annoyed....and mad,” I admitted feeling like trash for lying to Slash.

“And ...how are you guys now?” I wished Macy would stop digging and asking questions. The thing is, I couldn’t blame her. I would be doing the same if I was in her position.

“I...I think we are okay? He seemed pissed, but then his snake seemed to like me...so....I guess he warmed up to me,” I mumbled as I fidgeted with my thumbs.

“His snake?” I looked up at Macy and by the expression on her face I knew her head was in the gutter.

“His pet snake, not his dick...Jesus Christ get you head out of the gutter,” I scolded her throwing the bag she gave me earlier in her face.

“Ohh ok ok,” Macy put her hands up in defense with a smile still on her face.

I jokingly groaned before lying back down on the bed.

“By the way...put this on,” Macy tossed the plastic bag towards me, and I immediate opened it to find a bright blue wig.

“Thought you could use a new wig. Sorry it’s not brown...blue was all I could get on such short notice,” Macy shrugged.

“I’ll look ridiculous in it....” I softly replied.

“Nah...you can pull it off. It’ll look punk-ish. Come on now....we gotta get moving. Walter and Henry want to go to the music shop around the corner, and I’m not going without you. Also if anyone asks, Duff is passed out on your bed,” Macy said before she hurried out of my room.

To be honest, I would give the wig a solid 9 out of 10. It was far less itchy than the old one I had which I now assumed to be in some junkyard amongst other trash. Don’t tell Macy, but she was right, it did look pretty punk. It only took me a couple of minutes to realize what was actually going on, and why Macy made sure to have me come.

It was awkward to say the least. Something was going on between Macy and Walter, and I wondered if this was originally supposed to be some sort of double date. It wouldn’t have been the first time Walter had hit on Macy, but it would have been the first time he asked her out. By the way she quickly joined me in the back seat, I had a feeling her answer was something along the lines of ‘No Walter I don’t want to date you’.

I was able to ditch the awkwardness once we arrived to the shop. Saying it was massive was an understatement. It was without a doubt the biggest on the strip. It was two stories tall and not only did it sell instruments, it sold sheet music and records as well. It was heaven.

I wandered the store aimlessly, thankful to be alone. I had somehow found a way into the bass section where I admired the basses that I couldn’t even dream of buying. This is where the greats bought their equipment, and sadly they were at a not so great price. Four months rent was a little steep for a bass right now, and that wasn’t even the most expensive one.

“Walter was saying you played bass...I thought you were a drummer?” I was once again pulled from my thoughts as the unwanted voice began to start a conversation with me. An unwanted conversation, if I may add.

“Yes to both...I also play guitar too,” I added once again sending a small smile back to Henry. I felt a smile escape my lips as I watched him inspect the bass guitars. He then spent the next couple minutes talking about his favorite bassists. This definitely caught me off guard. I didn’t take him for a music guy! Maybe this wouldn’t be too awkward. If only he stopped trying to flirt and touch my lower back.

He motioned for me to show him. I took one of the basses from the bottom row (aka the cheapest) and began to play a short melody from the first song that came to my head. He didn’t seem impressed, but I didn’t care. I continued to strum as I felt the music flow through my veins and hit my heart. I was a snake charmer, but instead of charming snakes it was my own heart.

“Do you mainly play pop music?” I rolled my eyes and turned towards him. Did he seriously assume pop while I live near sunset strip.

“No rock,” I probably sounded a bit snappy, but really pop music?

I felt my heart stop as I heard a familiar voice in the shop. Steven was here, which meant the rest of the band would be here as well.

Fuck.

Atleast I would be safe in the bass guitar section, none of them played bass...at least I don’t think any of them did.

“Hey...Michelle?,” I turned to see Steven standing by me. Fuck...part of me was hoping that the blue hair would help me stay incognito, but I was very wrong. If anything it did the opposite.

“Hey,” I froze for a second. Did Michelle know Steven? I racked my brain for a couple of second. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I decided to play it safe and pretend I didn’t know him. Better safe than sorry.

“Steven! I’m the drummer in Duff’s band,” His smile faded, but never disappeared.

“Congrats on your show last night I heard it was amazing!” I cheered back. This felt weird, no it felt wrong. I could feel my heart exploding out of my chest as I spoke to him. What if he recognized me? He was literally standing a foot away from me. The one thing I couldn’t change, no matter how much makeup I put on was my face was my face, and he was only a foot or two way from me.

“Yeah it was pretty insane! It felt like we were professionals, we had dancers and everything. You should come to our next gig! You’d love it! The after party was good too!”

“Duff came back this morning...I think he is still passed out back at the apartment,” I laughed back trying to find anything to say.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages? Any chance you could give Duff some more of your coffee? The caffeine makes the band meetings so much more sufferable! Especially during those morning meetings when Axl rambles on and on,” I plastered on a fake smile and nodded along.

Fuck fuck fuck.

FUCK

“I’ve been here and there....I ran into some family problems at the coffee shop, so I don’t work there anymore,” I shrugged trying to play it cool. I wasn’t entirely lying. Betsie storming in and beating me up definitely cause family problems...I just didn’t get fired for that reason. I watched as his smile faded.

“Is that why you...” he gestured towards my hair, and I nodded.

“Why not? If it ended up bad, Macy would fix it,” I shrugged.

“I like it! Looks good. Perks of having a hairstylist as a roommate,” he replied and I nodded back.

“Hey, I’m Henry,” I looked over towards Henry who I completely forgot was here. I felt is arm tightly wrap around my waist as he pulled me in closer towards him. I was immediately frozen in place, trying to understand what was going on.

Why was he being possessive?

“You guys....dating?”

Before Steven could continue talking, I pushed myself out of his grip and responded, “no, he is JUST a friend of Walter’s”

I watched as Mark clenched his jaw at my comment.

“Izz, hey look who I found! Our favorite barista, back from the dead,” I couldn’t help but smile at his kind words.

I felt my cheeks redden the moment I saw Izzy. He looked so damn hot without an ounce of effort. He could be wearing dirty sweatpants and I would still think he was hot.

“Well...she is no longer a barista....” Steven trailed off, sending me an apologetic look.

“So what, you quit your job as a barista to live out your dream of being a blueberry,” Izzy’s laughter filled the room as he spoke. I wouldn’t lie, I was hiding a laugh.

“Hey, it’s punk okay,” I shrugged back.

“Is it also punk to wear a scarf and pants on one of the hottest days in the summer,” he teased back. He damn knew why I I had to wear this. He knew I had to hide the marks he made while I begged for him to fuck me.

“You know what...you’re right this outfit is not very punk of me,” I sassed back taking off the scarf and shirt. Leaving me standing in a thin camisole and skin tight pants, hickies in full display. I stood still with a large smirk plastered across my face.

“So Henry, do you play?” Steven asked trying to break the tension that had filled the room.

“Yeah, I play guitar. You?”

“Drummer, in a band?”

Before Henry could reply Izzy asked, “Are you a soloist or more of a rhythm guy?”

“Soloist! And no I’m not in a band, but I’m working on it”

I sent Izzy a confused look, only to receive a smirk on return. What the fuck was he thinking about?

I quickly tuned out Steven’s and Henry’s conversation, and paid attention to Izzy who was making me melt just by looking at me.

“Actually, Shelly...I have a quick guitar question, got a sec?” I nodded and followed Izzy towards the guitar section.

From behind me I heard Steven say, “We should stay behind, I have a feeling they are going to be doing a little more than talking about guitars. I don’t feel like watching what they are about to do,”

Before I knew it, Izzy pulled me into the bathroom and immediately locked the door behind him. In one quick motion he pinned me against the wall and I heard my clothes drop to the floor.

“Really Shelly? A soloist? We all know rhythm guys do it better in bed,” Izzy grunted into my ear earning soft uncontrollable moans to escape from my lips.

I wanted to make a snarky reply, but I couldn’t think of anything. My mind could only focus on one thing.

He was right.

Holy shit, he was fucking right.

Rhythm guys do it better.

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[martiniblves]

mijoo and her iconic entrances DFKLSJGDF

yes, i really am recycling the intro some of you probably Just caught when you followed me DGSFLJLGSD

hey y’all, i’m kat, english student and an old hag :/ also slowly coming down from an anxiety moment, hence only deleting old shit now and potentially going rogue from my blog for the night after posting this ( aka, best if y'all send me your d*scord users bc it's much easier for me there ) sfdgjgfd i’m super excited for this group and can’t wait to read all about your muses !  and hoping you feel the same, i’ll get right to introducing avalon bay’s resident messy brat, dahlia !

[ lee mijoo ] dahlia kim, twenty-four, cis female, she/her, radio dj — a world-class traveler in the making, self-proclaimed “ reformed ” groupie, has been a tennant at avalon bay for two years, her cherry blaster obsession is the sweetest thing about her, she slept with an ex-best friend’s roommate and crush as revenge. [ kat, 22, nt, she/her ]

she often goes between dahlia and dia, first and foremost sdfglkj

came from a super small town in upstate new york where there wasn’t much to do or much to see, so growing up she had an adventurous streak that would run rampant when she was able to go off by herself, able to drive, and finally able to leave it behind

her family life was rather average, her parents scraped by financially but her and her two younger siblings never really went without — aside from a toy or two at christmas or a brand new car for their sixteenth birthdays sfgkljgdf

gets on fine with them, but her and her little/middle sister have had an on-and-off contentious relationship that, at the moment, is very much ON SDFGFG

small town life was.. okay overall, she was social Enough and polite but never really maintained any close relationships with her childhood pals once high school came and went, mostly bc the town was full of gossips so everyone thought poorly of each other and passed it onto their kids LSKFDGJGDFL

and yes, i’m kinda basing this off of the antics of adults from my hometown, what about it ??

she spent most of her formative years with her head in the clouds and music always around her or on her mind

so you bet she wound up taking guitar and piano lessons when she was a kid and well into her teens, and dare i say she was pretty good at it fsdglkjgdf

having that skill gave her the boost of confidence she needed from middle school onward, having been a tad reserved before then

idk what else to add bc i honestly can’t think of anything else about her past Before moving away. dull as hell probably, more than it’s already been said LKGSDF

upon moving to the city, she attended nyu just to keep her parents from completely losing their minds over her not.. wanting to go on a sure path, majoring in communications and spending much of her time as a dj for the campus radio station’s late night shows

soon began searching for dj gigs at major radio stations once she’d graduated and landed a spot as an intern to meet with artists the station wished to interview, etc, and even had an opportunity or two to interview them herself

through that job, she became more exposed to the groupie lifestyle and — having always been somewhat intrigued — soon became one ( of sorts ) 

sorry if you’re a fan of h*lsey bc this might come across as a dig, but this is where she becomes the chill version of groupie!h*lsey that h*lsey wishes she had been DFLSKJDGSFL

she liked the attention from drummers, singers and rappers alike — plus having sex with talented, rich people whenever they were in town didn’t hurt one bit — and she kept it all separate from her job, although it did help the station land more interviews, tickets for contests, etc

wasn’t big on hard drugs, but she never shied away from a bong being handed to her or a couple of xanax tablets, just so we’re clear here sdflkgjfdgk

however, the no-strings set-up quickly shifted for dahlia upon meeting a rising indie band’s lead singer

he was smooth as hell, which she already knew alongside his tendency to get bored easily with fangirls-turned-groupies like the rest of the musicians she’d met, so when she played along with his game, it didn’t take long for him to maintain an interest in her and for them to forge something of a friendship

she’d never admit it to anyone, but he was her first love as the initial sexual attraction very quickly became romantic after long conversations about music and aspirations, mundane happenings in their lives separate from their encounters and who should’ve won immunity on the recent ep of masterchef; dia knew he wouldn’t settle down now and she knew that while she was his number one at that point, she wasn’t the only one he had. a couple of months passed where it seemed like he was going only to her, that his interest rarely waned to the other girls that would swarm him, which led her to believe he was at least somewhat into her and to her confessing when they were both drunk one night — only to be shut down but not shut out

dejected and heartbroken, she still couldn’t quite distance herself from him like she knew she should and the front she put up — that she exaggerated her feelings and would get over it — made him none the wiser

however, he couldn’t get over the thought of his fwb still being in love with him and cut ties with her abruptly before his nth departure from nyc

it took her right out of her bubble, left a horrible taste in her mouth to even go back to being a groupie for others over how poorly it all went with him, so she abandoned the sexual aspect and potential intimacy of it — but not before taking herself completely out of that lifestyle for a few months to get over him

which.. lbr, she’s only 90% of the way there to this day sfdlkkdfsgl

upon going back, she showed up to shows and parties solely as a friend of the performer.... before that got old Quick and she realized how soul-sucking it was for her sexually frustrated And repressed ass KFSLJGS

though ask her pals and they’d think she’d given it up altogether, hence her supposedly being reformed

.. at least she isn’t indulging in drugs like she occasionally used to, so that counts for something lksdfjlgdf

as for her time in radio, she got promoted to a morning slot as a dj with a couple of co-hosts last year, though once an afternoon slot opened, she high-tailed it out of there

anything to get back to her chill, late night roots and this was the first step

lastly, she moved to avalon bay 2 years ago, after uni was done and she had to move out of the dorms. in that time, she’d become best friends with another girl and had a massive falling out bc the other was. well. changing for the worst sgfjgfd

she became selfish, judgmental, advantageous and disloyal, and soon dia had enough of her hypocritical and generally nasty antics ( and not without a brutal argument that left both of their egos bruised )

dahlia isn’t always one for petty revenge, but when the ex-bff’s roommate and crush — who dia had a slight interest in as well — bumped into her in the hallway of their dorm one night, she took her chance to knock the other down a peg by initiating a flirtatious conversation that quickly turned sexual

with her ex-bff being on the other side of the wall of said roommate’s room

safe to say that their ( final ) conversation in the morning was a fucking disaster SDFLGKJGFDK

it’s not something she’s entirely ashamed about, but dia doesn’t feel the need to disclose what happened

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

she loves her friends, would die for them, would kill for them. let’s get that straight first and foremost !

does that mean she’s the nicest or even the most tolerable person ?? fuck no SFGLJGKDF

i described her to one of my pals as a “ chaotic free-spirit with a mean streak when she doesn’t get her way, ” which. could also describe a couple of my bitchier muses tbh FLDKGJDS

but she’s stubborn, irritable and has a sense of high self-worth and self-preservation

she obviously has an attitude that can and will come out if you hurt her or someone she cares about/someone she thinks doesn’t deserve it

or if you think you’re a god or something

and it can get ugly.. as explained above dfskgdgkf

however, we love confident women on this blog and here you have one !

she’s chill for the most part, so you ( probably ) won’t have anything to worry about if you stay on her good side gfsdkljgfd

passionate af about radio and music as a career, wants to have a gig like zane lowe’s beats hosting job or even annie mac’s one day

although she also wishes to put out music of her own at least Once before she dies dfgsljdfgk

bit of a wild child, likes to party and just do her own thing — partially bc she’s scared of getting older and having to give that all up/being forced to act her age

doesn’t mean she doesn’t like her quiet nights in though !

closet romantic, just wants to be swept off of her feet..... but no one needs to know that, at least she doesn’t think so FSDJKGFD

won't let you see it anyways, at least unless she's Interested and knows you're not someone who's only useful for her in the short-term

also quietly doting, will never be the mom friend bc it’s too much responsibility and patience, but will always be a good shoulder to cry on who tells you your feelings are valid before she tells you to toughen the fuck up and amend a situation yourself, might even tell you how

some exceptions may apply FDLSJGSFLK

a bit vulgar at times, just warning you now fgldskf

wants to see the world and has travelled a little as it is bc of her connections. loves it

JFKDGS

has a pet succulent bc she Knows she can't look after the big fluffy dog of her dreams rn

named him bobby after one of the characters from the love island game DFLKGSJF

i honestly dk what else to add rn, plus i’m eager af to post this so we’ll end it here ! cute extras can always be posted later !

#╳┊: — yee yee ! •「 ooc ! 」 #avalon.intro #we love copying and pasting on this blog SDGFJLSKD

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whole lotta love

John, otherwise known as Twelve, was the lead vocalist in his band Type 40, his fan base had told him constantly what a weird name it was for a band, but he didn’t care, he liked it. The band was made up of five of them. There was John, the base guitarist Eleven, the drummer whose name was Ten, those two happened to be brothers and then the last two band members, River and Amelia were guitarists and sometimes sang with John. They were known worldwide and overly popular, they had been going for years, since they were all in University together, studying music. They were on tour in England when Twelve bumped into a young woman, who appeared to be very angry with him that he had just spilt coffee all over her shirt.

Twelve was attempting to disguise himself as he went for his morning coffee, wearing all black, a hat and a pair of dark shades. He spoke quietly, hushing the girl who apparently couldn’t keep her mouth shut, ‘Please, be fucking quiet, I’m sorry, I’ll buy you a coffee, okay? Just be quiet.’

Clara scoffed, the nerve of this asshole!

She dropped her hands onto her hips, an arch of her perfectly shaped eyebrow, ‘Telling me to shut up after spilling coffee on me? Nice move, jerk,’ she spat with spite, noticing the huge coffee stain on her white blouse. Great, she was going to have a hard time getting that off and this was one of her favourite work shirts.

Clara managed to push past him, even if he was evidently taller than her, like some sort of long stick insect. Could this day get any worse? Once she had wiped her shirt down, she strolled right out of the bathroom only to bump straight into the asshole from earlier, except this time he had a coffee in his hand. Clara didn’t know what to think, had he been waiting for her? She immediately snatched the coffee from him and continued to walk, not giving him the satisfaction of talking to him. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone a jerk in some atrocious clothing.

Twelve scoffed when she pushed past him, a little irritated to say the least. He arched his eyebrow as he watched the rather small woman walk, curious about the tiny brunette in the beanie hat. He decided to buy her a coffee, a smug smile on his face as he stood proudly in front of her. He was not expecting her to take said coffee from him and storm right past him… Did she not recognise him?

Clara rolled her eyes as she sat at a corner booth, pushing a strand of her hair back into her beanie. A sigh escaped her lips, reading over her favourite book for the second time that day. Clara shut her eyes for what seemed like an eternity and once she had opened them again, she noticed the same dick from earlier plant his ass right in front of her. ‘Is this what you do for a living, stalk women half your age?’ she said rhetorically, already knowing the answer to her question as she propped her chin on the palm of her head, curious about this weird dude following her around in dark shades.

He arched his eyebrow at her, she really had no clue who he was. Did she live under a rock? Twelve decided winding her up was his best bet, ‘You’re rather small,’ he observed, drinking from his own cup of coffee as he looked her up and down.

For lack of a better word, she was hot. But, she didn’t seem like his type of woman…

Clara shot him a deadly glance, taking a sip of her coffee, ‘And you’re a complete prick,’ she hissed, her eyes casting down to her book as she turned the page.

When she realised he wasn’t moving, her head rose at the noise around her and two young girls just happened to be hovering over creepy stalker guy. One of them seemed to bounce off the walls in front of the older man and asked for his autograph. Clara had to cover her mouth to stop herself from snorting with amusement, why would a girl as young as herself want an autograph from him?

It was then that she took a good long hard look at him, she didn’t notice it before, but he seemed familiar. Clara finally clicked onto who her stalker was, ‘Twelve?’ she asked, refraining from rolling her eyes. She used to have a huge crush on him when she was younger and in University. There was quite a big poster of him hanging over her bed…

Twelve cleared his throat and turned to the young girls, smiling at each of them as he signed autographs for them. He waved goodbye to them and didn’t bother putting his glasses back on as he turned his attention back to Clara.

‘Oh, she finally recognises me. Took you a while, Tidge,’ he quickly nicknamed her, a clear jab at her height once again.

Clara rolled her eyes at the nickname, ‘How creative,’ she almost grumbled, her hazel eyes locked onto his, ‘Well, what can I say? I don’t spend much time following washed out artists,’ she teased him right back, trying to deny the attraction she felt towards him. God dammit, why couldn’t he be addicted to drugs like every other old rockstar?

She stood up, closing her book with a loud thud. She walked towards him, bending to whisper into Twelve’s ear, ‘Are you really afraid of my height? Or afraid you won’t know what to do with such a small woman in your arms?’ she practically purred into his ear, before walking out.

‘Thanks for the coffee… jerk,’ she called out to him, the soft ding of the café door closing shut rang out behind her.

Twelve almost laughed, this woman had game and a lot of it. He smirked a little too knowingly and watched as the tiny woman swayed her hips as she walked. Maybe, quite possibly, he could handle a woman like her. John stood up and dumped his coffee in the bin, leaving out the back door so nobody would see him as he climbed into his waiting car, wondering if he would ever see her again.

Clara sighed as it began to rain, suddenly regretting to leave the café in the first place. She could have just sat upstairs, far away from Twelve, but no, she had to be dramatic and leave. And now she was wet and cold and incredibly irritated. Pulling her beanie tighter over her head, she almost ran home until she dropped onto the sofa, her clothing drenched.

‘You really need to stop smoking, Clara, you’re close to having one of your lungs collapse,’ her roommate quipped, pushing her red hair from her eyes as she bent to shake two tickets in her face.

Clara threw her a look at the comment about her smoking habit, ‘Oh sod off, Amy, I’ve had the worst day…’ she groaned, sinking further into the sofa as her hand shot up and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it tight around her cold body.

Amy sighed and planted herself on the edge of the sofa, shaking the tickets in front of Clara’s face. When she realised Clara wasn’t reacting, the redhead sighed dramatically and flayed over the top of Clara, laying on her back.

‘Oh, when will Clara ever return from war,’ she smirked, a playful tone to her voice as she nudged her, ‘Come on, Clara! Guess what the tickets are for…’

When she refused to guess, Amy only rolled her eyes, ‘Type 40! We’re going to see Type 40, they’re touring in England right now!’

Clara groaned even louder, covering her face with the blanket. She’d had enough of that jerk to last her a lifetime, but then something mischievous crossed her mind. She couldn’t deny the fact Twelve was hot and out of all the women he could have, he chose to pay attention to her.

‘Are they now? I had no idea,’ she mused as she took the tickers and looked at the seating, shooting Amy a concerned look, ‘Who’d you blow to get hold of seats like these?’ she teased her, standing and heading to her bedroom.

‘I’ll need something hot to wear, something that will make a man want to tear off my clothes,’

Amy rolled her eyes, shaking her head at her friend’s comment, ‘Rory brought them and gave them to me,’ she told her, simply shrugging her shoulders as if it were nothing.

Amy stood up, watching Clara curiously, ‘Hold on a minute – you’re finally giving up on being a nun? I feel like I have to clap, but I’m not going to in case you slap me,’

Clara rolled her eyes, ‘It’s for a good cause… trust me,’ she told her confidently, picking out a skin tight dress with a black leather jacket over the top of it.

‘How’s this? It’s supposed to be punk, right?’ she said, twirling on the spot as she managed to pull the dress on, humming a few tunes of her favourite Type 40 song.

Amy smirked and arched her eyebrow, laughing at her friend’s attempt of a punk. She stepped forward and messed with Clara’s hair, then on purpose, smudged her make up over her eyes, ‘There, a lot more punk,’ she winked and threw her bag at her.

‘We better get going, it starts in a few hours.’

Clara laced up her heels before following her friend out of their flat, she’d been to a couple of concerts, but none as loud or as intimate as this. She cleared her throat, stepping out of the cab and headed for the entrance. Once inside, she ordered a double Whiskey as she took her seat. The lights were low, the bass sending shivers through her body as they awaited the music to start. Clara wondered if he’d see her in such a massive crowd and rolled her eyes at how cheesy that sounded, this wasn’t some fairy tale.

Twelve walked up to the stage, the lights dimming as he grabbed hold of the microphone so tightly he was shocked he didn’t break it, ‘Good evening,’ he spoke low into the mic, his Scottish accent heavy as he pushed his guitar around his back, the strap weighing his body down.

‘We are Type 40, and this is our newest song, Dark Water… I hope you enjoy it,’ he muttered, stepping back from the mic as the whole crowd erupted into cheers and chants of his name as Ten began the song with his drums.

Clara’s heart raced, in time with the song. Her eyes traced the outline of Twelve’s face, a quirk of her lips as she swirled the contents of her drink around, he was still good for an old and complete prick. She watched his slender fingers strum against the chords, she could barely hear herself think as the chorus cut through the crowd. She soon found herself enjoying the beat and began jumping up and down with Amy. They were close enough to the stage for Eleven to reach down and touch their hands and Clara couldn’t help the adrenaline that shot through her body.

Twelve had taken off his guitar, jumping around on stage like he was twenty again as he got the crowd going. After a while, he took off his shirt to reveal his rather big chest and lean body, a body that the fans went crazy at the sight of. Twelve laughed and spoke into the mic, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted the young woman from earlier. Oh, she did know who he was. John laughed and sent her a wink, his attention on what she was wearing until he had to start a new song.

‘I’m sure you know which song this is… Written by Eleven himself, it’s called Pandorica!’ he turned around, the crowd going wild as a group of fans pushed forward and squashed Clara against the railings.

All of a sudden, Clara couldn’t breathe. Her ribs felt as if they were snapping in two, her breathing unsteady as she tried to catch a breath. She was certain her sight was disappearing amongst the sea of sweaty bodies until she felt a hand pulling her up onto the stage.

Twelve had almost yanked her over the railing, attempting to save her life as he threw his hands in the air, motioning for the music to stop. Once the music came to a halt, he called security over to help the other people being squashed at the railings and stopped the entire show to pull Clara to the side, his hands on her cheeks as he looked at her.

‘Are you okay? Can you breathe?’

Clara inhaled sharply, her eyes couldn’t help but drown in his Cerulean eyes. She took a moment to compose herself, ‘A considerate prick… Now that’s new,’ she teased, a soft smile spreading across her lips.

Clara’s heart began to race as she noticed the millions of people staring at her, her mouth instantly grew dry as the lights blinded her.

Twelve laughed and arched his eyebrow, swinging his guitar round so it would land on his back, ‘You judge too quickly, Tidge,’ he smirked and sent her a wink, pulling her to the side and nodded to one of his security guards.

‘Take her backstage for a while, make sure she’s okay.’

Clara followed one of the guards backstage, clearing her throat as she walked into the large room filled with wine, food and guitars to spare. She walked up to a cherry red Epiphone guitar, it looked brand new as she ran her hand down the neck of the guitar. After Twelve had completed a few more songs on stage, he left to go backstage. Once he was told where the woman from earlier was, he entered the room, his grey curls all over the place as he lent against the wall, watching her stare at one of the guitars.

‘Do you play?’

Clara jumped at the sound of his gravelly voice, that seductive Scottish accent sent a shiver right down her spine. She turned with an amused grin on her lips, her eyes couldn’t help but linger on his bare chest. He was lean, with a sheer cover of sweat clinging to his muscles. She cleared her throat as she tried to remember his question.

Guitar, right, she took a step forward, ‘It would seem my height isn’t the only thing that’s small,’ she said, holding up her hands in front of his face.

‘Can’t play with hands like these,’ she mused, tearing her eyes from his bare chest.

Twelve laughed and nodded his head, ‘Quite right, Tidge,’ he muttered with a knowing smile, closing the door behind him.

He stepped closer to her, ‘I could teach you… I happen to be incredibly talented with my fingers,’

Clara stood a bit straighter, her eyes roaming his long slender fingers, ‘Is that so, stick insect?’ she teased, taking hold of his finger as she traced it, ‘What’s so special about your fingers?’ she asked, dropping his hand as she turned to face the guitar.

John smirked, his breathing hitched in his throat as he felt her touch him, it was like a jolt of electricity flowing through him all at once, he’d never felt anything like it and her gaze on him told him that this woman was going to be a massive pain in his ass for a very long time. He unfolded his arms, his throat dry and almost on fire, he needed to get it together. Surely not one tiny woman could do this to him? Twelve lifted his guitar up and nodded to a sofa.

‘Sit down, I’ll show you how to play, even with short fingers.’

A soft mischievous smile crossed her lips, following him to the sofa. She inhaled deeply, trying to gather herself together. She was supposed to be unnerving him, unravelling him and she still couldn’t think properly since she took his hand in hers. Clara swallowed roughly, humming to herself as she sat herself on his lap on purpose, her breath hitching when she felt the heat of his chest against her back.

‘Can’t very well teach me from across the sofa,’ she mused, purposely wiggling on top of him. To her bewilderment, he seemed not to react. She cleared her throat, waiting for him to instruct her.

‘Any minute now? Or can you only perform in front of a screaming crowd?’

Twelve laughed and rolled his eyes, ‘I’ve been playing the guitar since I was sixteen years old, Clara,’ he almost growled her name in her ear, having read it off of the name tag stuck to her jacket.

‘I don’t think I have performance issues,’ he mused, his arrogance clear in the air as he pulled the guitar round to sit it across Clara’s lap. He grabbed hold of her hand and made sure to slip it over the top of his.

‘Like this,’ he whispered, showing her a few chords as he strummed the guitar to himself.

He wasn’t the slightest bit fazed by her body on top of his, plenty of women had done that to him in his lifetime, he wanted more of a challenge.

Clara almost melted when he said her name in his Scottish brogue, but she shook it off. She was determined to show him that he did not affect her. That she didn’t care about his celebrity status. She stood and walked over to the cherry red guitar from earlier and took a seat next to him.

‘Like this?’ she asked, although it wasn’t really a question.

She started to strum the guitar perfectly, giving him a smirk as she began to play the opening riffs of “Don’t stop me now” albeit a little sloppily. She almost laughed when she lifted her gaze to find Twelve with his jaw slacked.

Twelve’s jaw slacked, his blue eyes widening a little bit. He cleared his throat and laughed it off, of course she could play the guitar, ‘You little minx, pretending you can’t play,’ he laughed and rolled his eyes, quickly playing Pretty Woman as he looked her up and down, gauging her reaction as he waited for her to at least slap him.

When their eyes locked, the atmosphere exploded. There was something between them, something pulling them together. She was different to all the other woman, everyone else just chased him around and screamed his name, whilst this woman refused to even acknowledge just how famous he was.

Clara gave him a less than amused stare as he began to play Pretty Woman. She had to admit, he seemed like a decent guy, and yet she still couldn’t explain her need to tease him. She placed the guitar on the floor beside her, staring at him knowingly.

‘At least I can play… Can’t say the same about you,’ she smirked, keeping her eyes on him. Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she reached to answer it.

‘Yes, Amy… I’m fine, I just got lost in the crowd. I’m heading towards the parking lot now,’ she told her friend, shrugging her shoulders as she stood and grabbed her jacket. ‘Better get going,’ she told Twelve, cancelling her phone call as she strutted her way towards the door, knowing full well his eyes were on her.

Twelve snorted, shaking his head as he watched her, ‘Oh, are you really trying to tell me I can’t play the guitar as good as you can when I’m a world-wide Rock Star?’ he smirked, proud of his Rock Star status.

He watched her closely as she answered her phone, eyebrows shooting up all of a sudden as Clara told her apparent friend she had gotten lost. Well, at least she was trustworthy. Twelve placed his guitar back on its stand and before Clara could leave, he stood up and took a permeant marker pen from his trouser pocket.

He grabbed her wrist, quickly writing his number down on her skin, ‘Call me,’ Twelve told her, his Scottish accent thick as his eyes dropped to her lips.

‘Tidge.’

‘I’d hardly call you a rock star… More like a glorified Granddad going through a midlife crisis,’ she teased him, knowing full well her comment bothered him. Sensitive about his age, she sighed as she looked at her wrist.

Her mouth was suddenly dry, at lost for words. She simply shrugged, playing it cool as she walked out of the room. A stupid grin plastered on her face as she ran into Amy. Should she tell her? She took her head, confused when the redhead ran up to her, hysterical about meeting the bass player, Eleven. Clara didn’t have time to react when she took hold of her wrists.

She had managed to smudge Twelve’s number right off of her wrist.

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