#jules and dkm host have a love/loathe relationship

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just for being famous

look who wrote mtl fanfic for the first time !! starring no one's favourite scream queen, jules explosion (oc) and her "will they? they won't." relationship with the host of the dethklok minute. nothing wild going on, but WARNING for mild and implied smut. oc x canon relationship.

"So, how's your brother?"

Jules sits up, unsticking her sweaty back from the starched cotton bedsheet.

This motel is quite nice, as far as motels go, and Jules has stayed in some real shitholes so she should know. The white bedsheets are clean and there's a minibar beneath the TV. The tap water is drinkable and it's pay by the night, not the hour, which is always boosts Jules' self esteem.

"He's fine," Jules replies. This motel might be on the nicer side, but she was yet to see a No Smoking sign. She leans over to the bedside cabinet and takes a cigarette from the open packet. "Thanks for asking."

"That's good, that's good..." He's leaning up on his elbows, watching as Jules lights her smoke and takes a long drag. "Anything... going on with him?"

"No," Jules snaps. She lies back down. The sheet she was holding to her chest drops back down to her waist. "And you won't get a word out of me anyway, you should know that by now."

He chuckles lightly, in that fake, showbiz way he always does. "Doesn't hurt to try."

He plucks the cigarette from between her fingers, brings it to hip lips. He takes one drag and hands it back.

They're both silent while Jules finishes smoking, dropping the butt into the empty glass on the bedside.

She knows he'll keep asking, every meeting they've had has been overshadowed by the lingering presence of her brother. In fact, most of her meetings with any one in the 'biz tended to be overshadowed by her brother. Nathan Fucking Explosion.

***

The first time Jules and the host of the Dethklok Minute met, Dethklok had only just released their debut album. Jules didn't know who he was then, why would she? He was a nobody.

The Dethklok Minute was just starting up, gaining traction through the myriad of Dethklok forums that were springing up on the web. The host of said show had managed to wrangle a press ticket to the album release party and was dying to finally get up close and personal with the five dudes he was riding the coattails of. Because without Dethklok, the host of the Dethklok Minute would still be just some nobody from Small Town, Nowhere.

Unlike Jules.

Jules was doing well for herself. Perfectly well, in fact. She'd been invited to this party because of her growing fame, she claimed, not because of Nathan. This was partly true. Her fame was growing; she was getting more jobs than ever before and people knew her. Certain people knew her, anyway.

Either way, she was at this party and Nathan could suck it if he thought it was all because of him.

So Jules made the most of it. Drinking, mingling, free food. Oh yeah, she could get used to this.

"Hey, you're Jules Explosion, right?"

Jules glances to her right. A tall, blonde somebody is looking at her, half curiously, half knowingly.

"I am, who's asking?"

"A fan. I saw your latest movie, it really was something!"

"It was, wasn't it?" Hack and Slash wasn't necessarily her best work, but it paid the bills. Besides, she'd have other jobs after this, on real films.

"What do you have lined up next?"

Jules glances down, sees the PRESS badge around Tall Blonde's neck. When she looks back up he flashes her a crafted grin.

"Is this an interview?" she asks.

"No, no, I'm just making conversation. Can't a guy talk to a pretty girl at a party?"

Jules rolls her eyes. She thought she had had enough of guys like this at college. But then again...

"Yeah, I suppose he can."

20 minutes and some boring small talk later, and Jules has to admit that the bathroom at Crystal Mountain isn't the worst place she's had a hook up before. Might be one of the best, if she stops to think about it. But, as it happens, she's being pretty well distracted, so the smell of bleach and the squeak of the gleaming marble-effect tiles fall to the wayside of her thoughts.

Tall Blonde is pretty good at this.

Afterwards, when the two of them have returned to the party, looking only slightly dishevelled, they talk some more.

"So, it must be crazy, right? Your brother being in one of the biggest bands in the world?"

Jules frowns. She ignores the churning in her stomach, "Must be crazy for him, his sister being one of the most popular horror actresses in the 'biz right now."

***

"I should get going," Jules says. She tries to sound nonchalant, "Have a thing to get to."

She sits up, swinging her legs out of bed. Jules sighs when she sees her panties are too far away to reach from the bed. Her back cracks when she stands up and stretches.

"That event doesn't happen to be the Dethklok Fundraiser for Widows and Orphans, does it? Because I'm going too, we could car-share?" There's an irritating lilt to his voice.

"I wouldn't be seen dead arriving with the press," Jules remarks, "But thanks anyway." She throws a half-way cheerful smile over her shoulder as she pulls her panties back on.

Her shirt goes back on next, then jeans, then shoes. She grabs her purse, checks for her wallet, car keys, house keys.

He shrugs, "See you there, then. I'll be sure to catch you for an interview."

#metalocalypse #mtl #nathan explosion #dethklok #dethklok minute host #mtl oc: jules #jules explosion #ahh my first mtl fic #sorry i got attached to a side character #jules and dkm host have a love/loathe relationship #and she doesnt envy nathan. she just grows to hate journalists #or at least the ones that sleep with her to hear about her brother. very gross #next up: jules meets tonje