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lotte-s-web · 3 months

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Hobie who fucks you to his own songs, and sex isn’t all soft and lovely when kick-ass British-hardcore punk music plays in the background.

— SAMO 🎸🥀⁉️

samo babe youre trying to kill me this is the first thing i saw when i got home😭😭 youre so right tho i HAD to write a thing

💿✩ ❝record ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader ✩💿

₊˚⭑ warnings: penetrative sex, teasing, hobie records reader's voice, overstimulation (i think?)

God knows how long it’s been since his record started playing, but all you know is that he’s been wrecking you for more than 3 orgasms. You’re shaking, hands uselessly gripping at the sheets as if it’d tether your mind to your body, as if you could do anything against the unrelenting pace of his hips. Your cheeks are damp with overstimulated tears, your voice raspy from all the noise you’ve been making.

But noise doesn’t matter when his music is so loud, blasting from all angles of the room and drowning out even the loudest of your moans. It drowns out the loud clapping noise your bodies make as his hips meet your ass, over, and over and over again, following the ever-changing rhythm of each of his band’s songs. The combination of the aggressive music blasting in your ears and his length making space within your body making you dizzy with pleasure.

Hobie groans from behind you, his lean frame fucking into you from the back as he keeps his hand on your hips to pull you back against him with each thrust. His other hand is pushing down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, holding you down despite the way you writhe under him and making you take each thrust into you.

His skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his dark skin glisten in the dim lighting as if he was some god of the night. And with the way he was keeping you on the boundary between pain and pleasure tonight, it certainly felt like he was.

He’s panting, groaning, and moaning above you, the rough and guttural sounds blending in with his song in a symphony that makes you clamp around him, your lust-addled mind soaking in his pleasure. His hips follow the aggressive beat of the drums, grating and angry guitar riffs pumping his veins with adrenaline and the energy to keep driving into you. His eyes zero on the way your greedy hole swallows in his cock as if it wasn’t enough, as if you hadn’t been complaining just a few minutes ago about it being too much.

A new song plays, something even faster, even angrier. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts above you, stilling his pace to listen to the first few beats of this new song. The sudden stop gives you air to breathe, giving you time to gasp for air and thank whatever higher power there was for the much-needed break. Your face falls into his pillow, your body exhausted.

It’s just as sudden when he starts to move again, his hips pulling back and pushing back in, full force in one swift motion that makes you jolt, making you choke on your breath. The motion is repeated again, and again, and again in another swift rhythm that has you falling apart on his cock. It makes you whine into his pillow, trying to retreat from him in any way you could.

He clicks his tongue at that, disapproving, making his thrusts harder, making you moan louder. He removes his hand from your back to hold your cheeks in a firm grip, pulling your weakened body up flush against his chest. His mouth is right up in your ear as he continues his brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh on your hip and leaving purpling marks where they lay as he runs filth into your ear about how good he knows you sound. You can barely hear your own moans but his words ring loud and clear within the foggy state of pleasure he’s got you in.

“Wanna hear ya sing dove,” he groans into your ear, emphasizing each word with a thrust that hits right up against that gummy ridge that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall slack. He rests chin resting on the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he starts to ramble in your ear. “Gonna— F–Fuck— gonna use i’ as yer audition tape, yeah? Mmmph— wanna show the band how fuckin’ pretty ya sound when y’re all fucked ou’ f’me.”

You keen at the idea, getting his blood pumping hot through his body downwards to where he’s sheathed inside you, his grip on you tightening with every little noise that blends with his song. That’s when it hits him: an idea, a brilliant one.

The hand on your hip moves away to scramble for something on the nightstand, your body trembling against his as he finds his tape recorder amidst the mess on the small table. He sets the device down underneath you and clicks a button, the cassette starting to roll just as he starts to move again, your whines and cries of pleasure all caught by his tape. You barely notice in your haze, too cockdrunk to even consider any resignations to the idea of you being recorded.

He hears your breath hitch at the idea of being recorded, your voice softly crying out his name in complaint. He chuckles, kisses your cheek then continues pumping up into you, murmuring into your ear, “who knows, hm? Migh’ even get ya on the next track li’ thi’.”

a/n: ik his accent here is shit guys MY BAD IM SORRY aghh its so hard to write it shfbdsh

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou, @s4mo-is-dead

#lotte's fics #lotte's inbox fics #spiderman #spider punk #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #atsv hobie #atsv hobie smut #astv hobie smut #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brainrot #hobie smut #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown fic

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indiaalphawhiskey · 9 months

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Fake summary please for this made up title:

Flip me off and I’ll flip you over

🎸 Flip Me Off and I’ll Flip You Over

It had been an honest mistake, hand to God.

Louis had seen him last night, two rows away from the front, eyes closed and mouthing along perfectly to All This Time, his sweaty tendrils framing his forehead and the sleeves of his Faith in the Future tee artfully cut off.

They had made flirty - some would even say, obscenely heated - eye contact under the bright lights.

That’s how Louis knew about the dimples; that’s why Louis ran to the barricade three songs too early and a little too far to the left. He didn’t actually see if one of the hands that had so desperately clutched at him belonged to Dimples, but he’d thought it safe to think so. (No one stood that close to the stage, totally dolled up in their little outfit just to make eyes at the artist all night and not try to touch him. Please.)

But the thing was, Louis was also just a wee bit hungover this morning; cranky, headache-y, and severely under-caffeinated after a late night at the club and an inhumane five a.m. radio interview call time. Not to mention being unceremoniously manhandled into the car by Joni after some fans got a tad too excitable at the entrance.

So when he saw Dimples for the second concert in a row, now strategically stationed outside his dressing room wearing leather trousers in 36 degree weather, smiling at Louis like that…

Well, he’d just kind of… assumed.

“Bit too early to be this thirsty for a back room shag, darling, innit?” Louis snarked over the pounding in his head. Though he squeezed his eyes shut behind his dark sunglasses, he didn’t miss the startled look on Dimples’ face.

“W-wh—” he stammered, seemingly bewildered. “I—I beg your pardon?”

Louis would roll his eyes at the impeccable feigned innocence if he wasn’t so dizzy. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he peeked one eye open at the same time he lifted his coffee up to his mouth. Caffeine would save him.

He smirked a little at the deep blush on Dimples’ cheeks; at how caught out he clearly was. The movement only made Louis’ head hurt more.

“Posh little thing, aren’t ya?” He observed off-handedly, wincing at the reverberating sounds inside his head over the brim of his cup. Out of the corner of his eye, he clocked the pen in Dimples’ hand and he tipped his head as far as he could without giving himself vertigo to point at it. “Want me to sign your chest or something? Will that get you to leave me alone?”

Dimples narrowed his eyes at Louis in what seemed like the perfect cross between confusion and annoyance. “Ex-cuse me—”

“Come on then,” Louis interrupted impatiently. With a heavy sigh, he gestured with his palm to hand over the pen. “Just lift up your shirt and let’s get this over with—”

“Oh good, you’ve met!” Oli’s voice was so loud it made Louis flinch. Well, it was either his volume or the two forceful slaps he clapped on Louis’ back as he beamed as Dimples. “Louis Tomlinson,” he said, with a dramatic drumroll-type tone to his voice, “meet the legendary Harry Styles, youngest senior concert critic in Rolling Stone magazine history!”

To say those were the absolute worst words Louis could have possibly heard at that moment would have been incorrect. Mostly because the absolute worst words Louis could have possibly heard at that moment were the next six: “He’s here to review your tour!”

Louis lifted his horrified gaze to Harry’s face slowly. Their eyes locked, anger flashing across Harry’s features as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ironically, the lanyard of his press pass was now painfully obvious where it hung around his neck.

“Charmed,” he deadpanned.

Whoops.

— or, Louis Tomlinson’s World Tour was off to a great start until he royally fucked up by mistaking a world famous concert critic for a groupie. Then again, it’s not like anyone said Harry Styles couldn’t be both.

#iaw ask #fake fic titles #fake fic summary

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mycollectionmylife · 3 months

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Slash, Dizzy, Duff, Axl 🎤🌹🎩🎸🔫🌹🤘

#guns n roses #axl rose #hard rock #gnr #slash #duff mckagan #dizzy reed #guns n roses fans #guns n roses forever #gunners #hollywood

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lovelaetter · 10 months

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super fan rosie x her hot vampire rockstar gf 😮‍💨 like baby rosie is lowkey an obsessed fan nd breaks into your fucking house and obvi gets caught, and you think abt eating her but she’s so cute so you can’t :( you just fuck her so hard she can’t breathe as a punishment 🤭🫦🤘🎸

this reminds me of these photos :( rockstar’s gf era ! also i love this ask so much like whoever send this pls know that i love you a LOT

CW: MONSTERFUCKING, BLOOD KINK i guess

listen, her being a tad drunk cause she needed courage to break into your house, which means she isn’t much aware of everything that’s going on around her so when she sees you, finally, in all your glory standing in front of her, she stops functioning, she doesn’t know if she cries cause fuck, it’s you finally alone with her, or if she runs or apologizes or whatever but mostly she’s so scared too because you’re looking at her in such a dark way :( you’re not hurting her, right? cause it sure looks like you want to hurt her! and definitely doesn’t process a thing of what’s happening, it’s so fast, one minute you’re there and the next you’re on her and dragging her upstairs and tossing her on your big bed— what the actual fuck is going on!!

she would look so cute kicking and crying for you to let her go, saying she just wanted to see you and that you’re hurting her, but then you look at her and just laugh darkly, asking if going to every single fucking concert of your last tour and following you around in cities wasn’t enough for her and she’s so fucked in the head that something instantly switches inside her mind, staring at you with big eyes and mouth slightly open… she feels so special :( you always saw her :( she’s been your most loyal fan for years and you knew it and remembered her :( and she says these things out loud without realizing and you’re like “of course i do, how could i forget such a pretty face… my little stalker” and i just know she moans so fucking loud at that!! being recognized by all those years, being called pretty!!!!! she has always been in love with you and now she knows you feel something for her too!!!

of course she doesn’t lose the opportunity to have sex with you, gladly letting you take her clothes off, kissing you like she had something with you already, like she missed you, murmuring things about how she always dreamed of that :( the first time you slap her face she gets a bit shocked but then you say it’s what she deserves for breaking into your house, that isn’t a very nice thing to do and her cunt clenches around nothing, nodding and saying she’s so, so sorry :(

you said fucking her until she can’t breath and i can help but think about choking her so hard it has her grasping at your arm and kicking and struggling to ask you to stop but you keep going and she gets really light headed and… :( stupid girl, and fucking her until she passes out too since you’re a vampire (and everyone knows that, girl has always been a vampire fucker) and has so much stamina, her coming to her senses and you’re still going and she’s so fucking far all she does is lay there and drip on the sheets while you mercilessly pound her abused cunt… she barely feels her walls anymore and you’re still going and making her come again and again. fucking her face :( she’s isn’t in the state to properly eat you out but that’s no problem, nothing that taking a handful of her hair and riding her face won’t solve!! wet chin and mouth and nose and when you’re finished she keeps darting her tongue out to lick her lips and smile !!!

she’s totally the type to flash at the vocalist on concerts — and that’s one of the main reasons why you remembered her besides seeing her face every single time — so why not marking her pretty tits? make it clear that it’s your property, bite marks all over it, drinking from her and straight going to another bite and leaving hickeys, blood all over her chest :( her getting dizzy and asking you to stop in this small voice but you seem incapable to because she’s so sweet :(

her body terribly marked up the next morning, scratches and bites and bruises, scary to look at, seems like she went to war, and all sore :( pretty girl whining when first thing in the morning you lay down between her legs to eat her out and she begs you to not to cause she’s so fucking sensitive but you say you’re trying to help her, soothe her and she only accepts, your tongue so nice and soft on her sensitive clit.

it definitely would be a bit abusive tho, cause yeah she’s crazy and all but you’re worse, jealous, probably doesn’t let her leave after, goes everywhere with her and never hesitating to pull her by her hair whenever you think she went to far… but she kinda likes it, she expected you to be like that, and besides, you love her and gives her inhumanly good orgasms and she’s your personal blood bag so what else could she ask for?

#asks #blackpink smut #rosé smut #cw: monsterfucking

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iamatinydinosaur · 5 months

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not sure if you can make sense of anything ill be saying-- buuutttt, can I request brozone + poppy & viva with a gn!(but masc terms for nicknames n stuff) younger(about 2 years younger than branch) hyperpoprock(if thats a thing) reader, like the reader was a rival band of brozones but had no beef with them since they thought it was stupid??, idk, you can decide on what 2 do with this < . <..

🎸It's a Pop Rock Thing🎸

Your Band: Velvet Concorde

Your role: main guitarist and main singer

Member: you, Mari, Eli, Rei and Hanni

Today was the big musical showcase. Bands from all over the Troll Kingdom were coming to perform. All sorts of bands were attending Pop, Rock, Country, Funk, Kpop, Jpop, Techno and Pop Rock. You belonged to a pop rock band called Velvet Concorde. You have been gaining more and more of a following, now being on Brozone level of fame.

You sat in you're dressing room with the rest of your band mates. You had just gotten dressed and walked over to your guitar

Mari sat doing her makeup, Eli was checking her drumsticks were in good condition, Rei was tuning her bass and you and Hanni were practicing your guitars. "I can't believe after all this time we can prove that we can outsing Brozone!" Mari exclaimed, the other girls joined in agreeing with her. However you looked down. You had no beef with the Brozone members, you actually like their music. You would never tell your band mates.

'Knock Knock' You all turned to the door. "Come in!" Eli exclaimed. Two pink trolls walked in both bouncing slightly. The smaller one with pink hair bounded to you slightly squealing. She grabbed one of your hands with both her hands. "Hi my name's Poppy, it's so great to meet you! I'm a big fan. I've been waiting for this moment since I started listening to you." She was shaking your hand so much that it was shaking you. "This is Viva, my sister!" Viva ran forward and scooped you all in a hug. Rei span away, dizzy from all the joy. "We just wanted to get you, introduce you to Brozone!!" Viva exclaimed smiling. You smiled trying to hide your excitement, while your friends smirked.

You all followed the two sister to backstage. You found it hard to contain your excitement as the five brothers came into view. "Branch we have them!!" Poppy shouted jumping up and down. The brothers turned to you all. "Hey, it's so nice to meet you all. We love your music!" John Dory said shaking each of your hands, his other brother following behind him. "Wish we could say the same." Mari smirked making the girls snicker. Brozone looked uncomfortable and the two sister looked shocked. You glared at your band mates. "Don't be rude!" You scolded your friends. You may be the youngest but you're scary when you're mad. The four of them went silent and looked to the floor. You didn't care what your band mates will say anymore, you felt bad for the Brozone members. "I'm sorry about them. They take rivalries seriously, which is stupid. I personally love your music." You said smiling. Your band mates looked shocked at you. Brozone and the two sisters seemed to be more comfortable. "Well you're on first, so are you guys ready." Clay asked smiling at you. You smiled and nodded.

As you went back to your dressing room you felt your band mates glaring at you. "What? You mad because someone finally called you out on your behavior l. We are not the best band out there. Also if this got out how you treated them that would be us finished." You snapped at them. They looked at each other and then to the floor. "I guess you're right." Hanni muttered. "You owe them all an apology." You said grabbing your guitar and storming out. You were sick of their attitude. Yeah you're famous, but one wrong move that could all be gone.

"Finally let's get this show on the road!!! The first act is honestly so good!!! Here Velvet Concorde!!!" Poppy said into microphone. The crowd erupted into screams.

You

I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top, She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth I waited eight long months, she finally set him free I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me two weeks and we had caught on fire She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

All of you

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God it just feels so It just feels so good

You

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change Once a whore, you're nothing more I'm sorry, that'll never change And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry, honey, but I passed it up, now look this way Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who They want and what they want, it's easy if you do it right Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him right now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

You

I watched his wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving you Just watch my wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now

You

But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

(A/N: 14 year old me came out in this song. Paramore is so nostalgic for me!!!)

The crowd was cheering so loud. You guys always shock people with your performances. Your guys stage presence will always be remembered.

After the showcase you were checking all your equipment. You felt a presence behind you. You turned round and saw the Brozone members. "Thank you for sticking up for us. You were amazing. Your voice is incredible." Floyd said taking your hand, helping you up. You smiled. "Ever since we gotten big they've become self centered." You explained. "I'm not sure how busy you guys are normally, but maybe we can meet up get to know each other. Maybe change their opinions of us." Bruce said smiling. You squealed internally. "Sure thing."

A/N: hope you enjoyed it. I had no idea where I was going with this. I kinda waffled at some points 😂😂

#trolls band together #brozone #branch trolls #bruce trolls #clay trolls #john dory trolls #floyd trolls #poppy trolls #trolls viva

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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It's been a bit but I have another potentially juicy idea!!

Hob is a wrestler who has spent the better part of five years trying to make the big leagues. He's travelled all around the world, meeting friends and making kayfabe enemies. Things seemed to be going his way when he finally got a call from Dynamic Combat, the biggest wrestling company in the world. He's thrilled, he's excited.

He ends up breaking his neck due to a botched suplex. He's out for the foreseeable future. He tries to get back into the saddle again, but it's just not there. He needs time to recover.

After the third month of being stuck at home, he gets released from his contract, having never even wrestled his second match. Which is disheartening. All this time to try and make it, only to fail constantly. Again and again he tries and tries to make back to the top of the ladder. Everytime he fails. His friends fail to get him his old contract back. The company just isn't interested.

Fuck it, he's Hob Gadling. There's always tomorrow, there's always something new to see. This was a big setback, but he'll just have to try again. He'll keep trying and trying until he finally headlines the Garden with the biggest company in the business.

Dream by contrast is under contract with Vertigo, a smaller Japanese promotion. He had his chance to wrestle for DCW, but they didn't like the creative control baked into his contract and he certainly wasn't about to let himself be used for money if it meant the stories he wanted to tell got pushed on the backburner. He's an artist after all.

But not taking DCW's offer didn't mean that he didn't still keep his eye out for talent. He heard about Hob and had the chance to work with him years ago, so he extended the offer. It wouldn't be great billing until he firmly established himself, but he would get to tell the stories he wanted to tell. Plus the money would be good.

Hob of course books the next flight out to Tokyo.

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Ooh this is fun!! I'm willing to admit that my wrestling knowledge is limited to the movie Fighting with My Family but i actually really love the idea of Hob as a wrestler. I think he'd enjoy the storytelling aspect and really shaping his character. He was really worried when he got his injury and it felt like all his worst fears were coming true - being let go from his contract and all that jazz. But he's going to keep trying. When Dream reaches out to him with an opportunity, he basically packs up his entire life in half an hour. Just when he was starting to worry that he might never make his dreams come true, a literal Dream walks into his life.

Dream is mildly terrifying, extremely particular in what he wants, utterly confounding, and definitely a creative genius. Hob falls in love so quickly, just watching as Dream leads a meeting with some of the other talent, his hands moving erratically as he talks about the stories they are going to tell. How can Hob not love all of that passion? And when he sees Dream in the gym later Hob feels absolutely dizzy. He's never put much stock in the idea of beauty, but apparently Dream is changing him. He can't stop looking.

Hob struggles with the remainders of his injuries during his first few months. He's only given small opportunities and he's constantly under Dream’s watchful eye. When Hob gets frustrated with the simplicity of what he's been given, Dream will look at him with a raised dom eyebrow. It's just like being pinned to the floor. Hob spends every night spread out on his bed, biting his lip hard enough to bleed and gripping his cock in his fist.

He can feel Dream watching him when he finally gets to do his first big match in Japan. He gives the performance of his lifetime, wins in a way that makes the whole arena go crazy. He's not looking at them, though. He's looking at Dream, and the tiny smile at the corner of his mouth.

That night, for the first time, it's Dream’s fist wrapping around his cock, four fingers in his arse. Its better than top billing, better than millions in prize money. Dream is going to shape him into the best wrestler the world has seen. And maybe, if he's good enough... Dream will even join him in the ring.

#🎸 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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mikatoonist · 5 months

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rock and rule redesigns! 🤘🎸

wanted to make them more animal-like, since they are human/animal hybrids (so, furries)

angel is a cat, omar and stretch are rats and dizzy is a capybara!

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kandi-fox · 1 year

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MLPSPINNIC . MYLITTLEPONYSPINNIC

a spingender in some way related to or affected by a spinterest / special interest in the show my little pony! This can be for any of the generations but was made with generation 4 in mind! Exclusive to autistic people

MLPHYPIC . MYLITTLEPONYHYPIC

a hyperfixationgender in some way related to or affected by a hyperfixation on the show my little pony! This can be for any of the generations but was made with generation 4 in mind. Exclusive to those who experience hyperfixations

#🦊 a paw-made gift for you || coining #mlpspinnic #spinnic #mlphypic #hypic #mogai #neurogender #mlp gender #mogai real #no flag id #no idea how to make a flag id please help #🐾 ⋆ calico #🎸 ⋆ dizzy

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ullasabat · 12 days

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Battle of the Bands

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

🕷Notable Characters: Hobie, Miguel, Gabriel, Gwen and 1st person pov OC / MC

🎸Premise: AU! The summer before college MC, Gabriel O'Hara, and Miguel O'Hara go on an international road trip with their metal band, Neon Requiem. Destination? BandFest, the Battle of the Bands in London guaranteed to secure the winning band a record deal. They meet other ATSV characters along the way.

🕷WC: 0:00 ————|——— -3,000 �� ◁ II ▷

🎤A/N: New Adult magical realism AU (obvi) brain worm that has grown from a 2-shot screenplay for some fun comics into a monster. This fic is like Tremors in my brain.

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : << Chapter 1 >> “Vous êtes maître de votre vie et de vos émotions, ne l’oubliez jamais. Pour le meilleur et pour le pire”

The Rusty Nail's neon whir and raucous rhythms had been muted to a melancholy hum that evening, it was a ghost town, the emptiness of the dimly lit bar echoing with decades of unfulfilled longings. I nursed my drink, letting the smoky burn of liquor etch contours of quiet contemplation onto my throat as I surveyed the handful of kindred souls keeping solemn vigil. Life had been feeling heavy, and I needed to write, to make art, and to get lost in music.

At the far end of the bar hunched a beautiful wraith, his slim, angular frame sheathed in torn denim and studded leather. Something indefinable shimmered around him, unsung poetry, snippets of melodies, a symphony I could see and hear and almost touch. Drawn like a moth to the lambent glow of the music, I slid onto the stool beside the ethereal punk spectre. In my mind's eye, I crowned him the prince of punk, a fairy tale rebel.

Our bodies brushed intimately in the cramped space, raising ghosts of sensation along the exposed skin of my fishnets. "Wozzat, luv?" he murmured, kohl-rimmed eyes flickering over the point of contact with a soldering heat.

Mon dieu, {My God} Had I spoken my admiration aloud? A flush crept up my cheeks as I scrambled for a response.

"Désolé. Je répétais quelque chose pour ne pas l'oublier… Need to write it down before I lose it," {Sorry. I was repeating something so I wouldn't forget it…} I mumbled, a flimsy excuse for my wandering mind.

Fumbling through my bag, I pulled out my tattered notebook, fingers trembling as I scribbled down a scrap of verse inspired by the punk's incandescent presence beside me. I scribbled my observations in hasty strokes. The dying light of day bled into night, a liminal space that begged for a soundtrack. I could almost hear it, a melody just out of reach, shimmering in the smoky air.

"The liminal light of late afternoon, yawning into early evening…" I muttered, pulling on the strings of the melody, trying to draw it back to me. "I don't want to be loved for the things that I don't do. I don't want to be just a pretty face, I want to be a work of art…We are all just works of art."

The jukebox fell silent, making my mutterings around sift and strange, slightly unhinged---but the punk prince remained---his gaze heavy on my skin. I met his stare, unflinching. Unabashed curiosity flickered in eyes, wide brown and doe-like, framed by lashes so lush they seemed to blur the line between masculine and feminine, earthly and ethereal. I found myself dizzied by warring impulses - to flee this unsettling intimacy, or be consumed by it wholly.

He was a changeling, gorgeously androgynous: part punk Mona Lisa with a Cheshire cat grin, part Jean-Michel Baptiste, part force-of-fucking-nature. He made me feel like a background character in his story, could be a punk fairy princess, and I would be the dragon.

My thoughts raced, fragments of poetry and half-formed desires. I scribbled faster, chasing the threads of inspiration, but a nudge from my prince brought me back to earth.

Snatches of poetry, raw and unfinished, that I urgently longed to refine on the page before they dissipated like the last wisps of smoke in a spent ashtray. But the punk's aura dragged me too deeply into devotional reverie. I glanced up apologetically as my concentration scattered, the thread of inspiration slipping through my fingers once more.

The bartender had sprouted up directly in front of me, and she eyed me expectantly. Her hair was a shock of blue curls and silver streaks shorn close to her scalp, it made her eyes seem more gray. Her skin etched with lines that mapped out the years like a roadmap. I felt the familiar pang of a poem lost to the ether.

"Un…Jack Daniel's, s'il vous plaît," {A…Jack Daniel's, please} I said, no longer able to filter its lilt from my words, as I wasn't paying attention to dulling it.

"Blimey, that's a proper choice, innit? You 'ere for the battle of the bands event this week, love?"

"Oui, how did you know?" {Yes, how did you know?}

"Just a…sense," he demurred with a wicked grin. "Call it a punk's intuition, darling. I'm in the mix too, y'know."

The bartender chuckled as she set my drink down. "You mean because everyone is here for Bandfest? Don't listen to this one, lovey, he's incorrigible. The crowds will be in later on, but you're a bit early."

"Shh, Roz. Who's up tonight?" The prince asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Oh, you want insider information? What's in it for me?"

"Givin' away free tattoos, could autograph yer arm, love."

"I'll pass, thanks. The brackets are up in an hour anyway. It's Night Terrors vs. Death Rapture, Blood Prophecy vs. Cherry Bomb, Spider Punks vs. Neon Requiem…"

"Why are the punk bands going up against the metal bands?" I asked, just as the prince inquired about Phantom Pulse.

"There wasn't a lot of quality competition this year, or that's what the sponsors said, so they automatically advance to the semifinals since they won last year."

"Bollocks!" The prince cried, his outrage palpable.

"Oi Punk, you don't want to sign with Vic Luna at Zenith Music Group, anyway."

"Tu…ne le fais pas? Mais pourquoi?" {You…don't? But why?} The words tumbled out, my curiosity getting the better of me. At her blank stare, I repeated the question in English, heat rising to my cheeks.

Roz leaned in, her voice low, "Look kid, it's complicated…"

The prince rolled his eyes, a sneer playing at his lips. "Betrayed a lot of good bands."

"You don't need to remind me, Punk, I lived through it. Despite the changes at Zenith Music Group, they still organize the annual Bandfest, which showcases both established and emerging talent in the punk and metal scenes. The event is highly respected within the community and provides a platform for bands to gain exposure and connect with fans," the bartender continued, her words stilted, rehearsed.

"Ay, and they are the sponsor bringing in your crowds." The prince's voice was sharp, laced with an emotion I couldn't quite place.

"The only time we're out of the red, punkass. We'd have to shut down if it weren't for the Battle." She said heavily, "Which is the greater evil, we are a place of refuge for several members of the community, not just you."

"You don't need to remind me Roz, I'm living through it. Right, I'll stop ragging on the corporate sods for now, until you have some plausible deniability." He raised his hands in mock surrender, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.

"There's a good Punk." Roz smiled, sliding him another pint before retreating.

I made a mental note to warn my bandmates about Vic and Zenith's sordid history. We were in this for the music, not the money, no one played metal for the money--but it never hurt to be cautious.

"Roz is like the den mother of the London punk scene, a living testament to grit and resilience, and screaming yourself hoarse at basement shows. Dream t'be like her when I grow up. To listen without judgment, offer advice without preaching, and know when to slide a shot of whiskey across the bar and when to cut you off. She has a way of looking at you, really seeing you, like you matter… like you are more than just another face in the crowd." His voice trails off, heavy with emotion. He blinks and shakes it off.

"Can I see it?" The prince's voice cut through our lost thoughts, his fingers reaching for my notebook.

I clutched it to my chest, a knee-jerk reaction. "Can you look into my very soul, like Roz?"

His smirk widened, that Cheshire cat grin that set my heart racing. He nodded, a challenge in his eyes.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he purred, and I felt my stomach flip. I repeated the phrase in my mind, first in French, then in English, just to be sure I'd heard him right. Wasn't this some flirty idiom?

"You have a book of poetry somewhere hidden in those skinny jeans, mon ami?" {my friend?} I ask, hesitant, double-checking his meaning. He flirts like others breathe.

In lieu of an answer, he produced a sharpie from thin air. Before I could protest, he had my arm in his grasp, his touch electric against my skin. I shrugged off my leather jacket, baring my arms to his ink-stained fingers. Roz chuckled as she set another drink before me, clearly amused by the prince's antics.

"You'll need it…I see you took this wanker up on the free tattoo offer. Don't let him draw any on your arms."

"Any? …Any what?"

"Wankers," she clarified with a laugh. It clarifies nothing, I need to study my British slang.

"I would not mar the flesh of such a beautiful and willing participant, Roz. Kindly fuck off," the prince mumbled around the sharpie cap clenched between his teeth.

Between the verses he scrawled, he peppered me with questions, his voice a giddy whisper.

"So, who's your poison, love? Which bands get your motor runnin'?"

"Ah, j'adore Rammstein, Gojira, et bien sûr, Motörhead. And so many others, doesn't even scratch the surface. Et toi?" {Ah, I love Rammstein... And you?}

"Proper choices, those. For me, it's the classics - Sex Pistols, The Clash, Buzzcocks. Real raw, in-your-face stuff, y'know?"

I leaned in, excited, but too close. I nearly jumped as my lips grazed the dusky shell of his ear. "Ah, un homme de bon goût! I've seen the Buzzcocks live, you know. Pure chaos, c'était incroyable!" {Ah, a man of good taste! I've seen the Buzzcocks live, you know. Pure chaos, it was incredible!}

"No bleedin' way! Metal chick like you? I'd give me left bollock to have seen the Sex Pistols live. But I did catch The Clash back in '07. Changed me life, it did."

"Lemmy, sans aucun doute. The man's a legend!" {Lemmy, without a doubt.} I declare into the bar.

"Oi, don't go disrespectin' Johnny, now! The bloke's a punk icon, 'e is!"

"You're a punk icon!" someone shouted from the back, but the prince waved them off with a grin.

"Oh, I didn't catch your name," I said, with a sudden shame, my brow furrowed.

"Everyone just calls me Punk. You can too. Just not dirty punk, we don't want to come to blows, do we, love?"

"I'd kick your ass, mon ami. Pas grand chose à donner, mon petit prince des fées… eh mon prince dégingandé, right? I would not describe you as petite even if you are skinny." {I'd kick your ass, my friend. Not much to give, my little fairy prince… eh my lanky prince, right?}

Miguel was at my side in an instant, all rippling muscle and furrowed consternation. "Carnalita, {little sis} why did you sneak out on practice just to drink in this hellhole?" he rumbled, disapproval lacing every sonorous word. Tenderness faded a bit.

I met his gruff chiding with an insouciant toss of my hair. "Salut, Miguel. Ça fait longtemps." {Hello, Miguel. It's been a while.}

"Is that Jack? No puedo mas… Carnalita…This shit is bad for you." {I can't take it anymore…little sis...}

"Je nais etre rond comme une queue de pelle. Tu es vraiment un trou de balle quand tu dis des choses pareilles!" {I would be round as a shovel handle. (Idiom, essentially she is saying ~ I was born to be drunk) You are really a dumbass when you say things like that!}

Miguel's grumbling stream of Spanish reprimands washed over me as I settled into our familiar dynamic - the tender yet terse cantata of friend and protector that had composed them score of our relationship since childhood. For all his bluster, I knew every arrhythmic cadence encoded Miguel's steadfast affection.

Only Gabriel's soft interjection could salve the rising discord. "You worry too much, Miggy. We've been practicing all week."

He cast me a plaintive glance, silently pleading for conciliation, and I grudgingly obliged with an internal eyeroll. "Qu'il aille se faire! C'est vraiment chiant tu te rends compte." {Let him go fuck himself! It's really annoying, you know.}

Heedless of my saucy french asides, Miguel merely drew a fortifying breath before continuing in that maddening timbre of unrelenting reason. "Gabri and I could have come out with you. You shouldn't go out alone in an unknown city - it's not safe for you, mi carnalita."

The prince leaned towards us with a lazy smirk, "S'not that serious. The Rusty Nail is safe enough." He paused as the bartender snorted in agreement before continuing, "We're keeping the lady safe, mate…you can trust me, I'm one of the Spider-Punks."

Miguel simply sneered at the prince's proffered handshake, dismissing it out of hand. "You have arms like sticks. How would you keep her safe?"

The punk's smirk widened as he shrugged. "Ah, one of those. Never skip leg day, eh bruv?"

I strangled a guffaw as Gabriel hastened to run interference, engulfing the punk's hand eagerly. "We've heard of you guys, the local punk band, yeah? Your drummer is…gahh…Ah-Mazing! You think we could meet?"

"You call that punk noise "rock"?" Miguel scoffed. "Metal is where the real skill lies…Real talent is in the complexity, the technical skill. Metal pushes boundaries, takes you to new places. Punk's just three chords and an attitude."

I rolled my eyes. At this rate, I'd have to drag Miguel out before he started a brawl.

"Ah, mais non, Miggy. There's art in simplicity too. Punk, metal, it's all about the energy, the message, non?" {Ah, but no, Miggy. There's art in simplicity too. Punk, metal, it's all about the energy, the message, right?}

Miguel grunted, but squeezed my hand.

I stood, motioning for him to lean in close. "Allez, let's save the competition for the stage, d'accord? I learned some things about the record company. We should talk in private." {Come on, let's save the competition for the stage, okay?}

The prince unfolded himself, towering over me. "Tell you what, mate. Let's settle this on stage. We'll let the crowd decide who's got the real chops," he challenged.

Gabriel chimed in, "Pero, mana's right, Miguel." {But, sister is right, Miguel.}

Miguel looked ready to explode, but Gabriel's eyes held him in check.

"Music's music. Let's just focus on putting on a good show, and maybe we can learn something from their band, eh?" Gabriel said.

The prince leaned in, lips grazing my cheek. "Aye, love. Can't wait to teach your wall of meat here a thing or two. How about we give 'em a show they won't forget…later?"

I grinned, "Oui! A collaboration? Here… Ça ne casse pas trois pattes à un canard…mais, pour vous. I want it back later." {Yes! A collaboration? Here…It doesn't break three duck legs (Idiom ~ It's nothing special) …but, for you. I want it back later.}

The lanky punk sauntered off, his studded boots leaving faint trails of glitter on the barroom floor. Miguel's scowl deepened as he watched him depart, fists clenched tightly.

"Is that your poetry notebook?" he growled, voice rumbling low.

"Yes, I traded it to the punk faerie for these tattoos, I smirked, revealing the vine-like scrawl of ink now adorning my flesh like raised scars from whipping brambles.

Miguel's face darkened further, storm clouds gathering at my words. "The one you never let anyone touch or read…"

His voice strangled to a whisper, and I could not parse the complex calculus of emotions flitting behind his eyes

Gabriel placed a calming hand on his brother's arm.

"Easy, hermano {brother}. He's not worth it," Gabriel said in a soothing tone.

"Be nice, Punk is a good guy. I like him," I countered softly, a warm glow blossomed within me as I realized my entire arm was now a crawling garden of sentences entirely in French.

Miguel opened his mouth, undoubtedly to unleash a heated retort, but Gabriel cut in, "Should we go look at the brackets to see who we're facing?"

"It looks like my entire arm is covered with quotes from The Little Prince, which happens to be my favorite book. It's actually quite a sweet gesture," I said softly, fingertips grazing the raised words like treasured runes.

With renewed curiosity, I examined the ink quote now etched on my skin: "Vous êtes maître de votre vie et de vos émotions, ne l'oubliez jamais. Pour le meilleur et pour le pire." {You are the master of your life and your emotions, never forget that. For better or worse.}

I didn't mention the lone scrawl that could have been a phone number hidden amidst the literary foliage now vining my limb. Miguel was in full-on Dad mode, and I didn't need to add fuel to that particular fire.

"I already know the competition for the quarterfinals, we don't need to waste our time. Come on, manos {used as slang for brother}, we're going to kick some ass!" I giggled brightly, elated at my new 'tattoos' scrawling up my arms. I didn't put my leather jacket back on, I didn't want to cover any of it up.

Miguel's glare never wavered, his eyes fixed on the far side of the bar where the prince had disappeared into the crowd. "Don't tempt me. Let's go, carnalita {little sister}, time for practice."

With a resigned sigh, I surrendered to my brothers' insistent tugs, allowing them to lead me from the Rusty Nail. But the punk prince's parting words still reverberated through my mind like the lingering notes of a siren song. Later, he had purred, that single hushed syllable seeming to contain all the intoxicating lure of a siren's call - equal parts velvet promise and brazen challenge, twined inextricably into an enchantment I could not resist. The whole damn bar was a sailor's nightmare.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

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vikkirosko · 2 years

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Can you do dee glam and chive with a s/o that’s starving their self?

Headcanons Starvation

💖 Glam x Reader 🎸

When you and Glam first met, he noticed that you eat quite a bit. He assumed that every time before your meeting you ate, so you weren't hungry in the cafe, but when you started dating and spending much more time together, he noticed that you didn't just don't want to eat, you starve yourself

Glam is worried about your health. He didn't understand the reason for your fasting and was very worried about how it might affect your health. That's why he decided to talk to you about it. He was extremely surprised when you told him that this was the only way for you to become more beautiful. He didn't know who put that thought into you, but he wasn't going to let it go like that

Glam tried to convince you that fasting is not useful, but on the contrary, it harms your health. He didn't want you to torture yourself because of someone else's words. He acted gradually, not wanting to put pressure on you. He understood that excessive perseverance could reduce all progress to zero

Gradually, his attempts began to bear fruit. You've been eating a little. It was difficult for you to rearrange your usual diet, but Glam tried to help you with this. You couldn't finish the whole portion, but you tried. You started to look much healthier, your head stopped spinning. For the first time in a long time, you could smile sincerely and happily. Glam was happy about this and hoped that you would be able to completely get rid of starvation

📚 Dee x Reader📱

The fact that something happened to you Dee noticed right away. He noticed your pallor and how it took you a few seconds to stop feeling dizzy after you got up from your chair. At first he thought you were sick, but when he noticed how you stopped eating in the dining room, he realized that the reason for your condition was that you were starving yourself

He decided to talk to you to find out why you are starving yourself. At first you didn't answer his questions, translating the topic or pretending that you didn't hear the question, but eventually you couldn't stand it and told him everything. You knew perfectly well that you were only making it worse for yourself, but you continued to starve. The reason for this was that your parents constantly told you that you have weight problems and you urgently need to lose weight. Their words really upset you, so you almost stopped eating. When you finished your story, Dee had to restrain her anger with all her might

He was angry at your parents. He was outraged that they did this to you. He wasn't going to stand by and watch you ruin your health because of cruel words. He began to bring you food from home, took you to a cafe, and every time you tried to refuse food, he convinced you that you were beautiful and that you didn't need to listen to what others were saying. He understood that at home they hardly let you eat in peace, so he made sure that at least outside the house you could eat in peace

You were grateful to Dee for supporting you and helping you. With his help, you gradually began to feel better. Dee was even ready to personally cook for you if the need arose, but he understood that if your parents started starving you, he would need to intervene. He doubted he could do it himself, but he was willing to find any ways to make sure you'd be okay

🧄Chive x Reader 🎸

You and Chive have been living together for a long time and therefore your meals were most often combined. He quickly noticed that you began to eat much less than before, sometimes even skipping meals. Every day you ate less and less. You started starving yourself and Chive noticed it perfectly

Chive tried to find out from you about why you practically stopped eating. You didn't talk about it, claiming that everything was fine, but he saw the truth and wasn't going to leave it just like that. He saw that your fasting greatly affected your health, so he began to cook especially for you, hoping that you would still be able to eat normally

At first, you continued to refuse to eat, so he had to spend some time for you to gradually start eating again. Only then did you tell him that you didn't feel well enough and were sure that you had weight problems. Chive didn't understand how you could even think about it, because for him you were beautiful regardless of your weight and he was ready to tell you about it an infinite number of times

Chive was willing to spend as much time as he wanted to make sure that you were eating normally again and that nothing was threatening your health. He was very worried about you and didn't want you to start feeling bad. He intended to help you cope with self-doubt so that you would never risk your health again

#Metal family #Metal family x Reader #Metal family headcanons #Glam #Glam x Reader #Dee #Dee x Reader #Chive #Chive x Reader

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Hi I'm going to drop a whole ass script that I made around august and never got the chance to finish it if there's a word limit curse you tumblr

Miku Academy...a school for our Ultimate talent and Connected to other Units's Sekai's....

Just before I go ahead and explain my story let me introduce myself...

I'm 𝗜𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗛𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻!

And I finally got accepted to Miku Academy like every other student they said that the school is an amazing place for every idol and musician students from Kamiyama and Miyamasuzaka can't you believe it?!

Alright so I took a step into the gates until.....I felt dizzy.... extremely dizzy I passed out after an hour and a half I woke up in a classroom

🎸: "Huh??....Where Am I?"

I looked around as I got up from the desk and noticed the note on the teachers desk

"Open ceremony at 8:00AM at the Gymnasium do NOT be late"

So I looked at the clock and it was 8:00AM

🎸: "AH!?,IM GONNA BE LATE!"

I ran out of the classroom to go to the Gym

As I finally found the gym I opened it's doors

And I saw the rest of the students

?: "Oh...looks like someone's already here in time!"

?: "WUAH!?,I KNOW YOU FROM CHILDHOOD!"

🎸: "wait are you?!"

🎹: "I'm 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮!,The 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗣𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁!"

That's right my childhood friends are also here even Saki's and Shiho's Siblings are in the school...

🎸: "Saki I wasn't expecting you to be here...!"

🎹: "neither do I!, I'm surprised you came here!"

?: "Saki-chan...who are you-...,ICHIKA!?"

🎸: "Wait are you!?"

🍎: "Yeah we've been friends since childhood!, I'm 𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗠𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝗶!, The 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿!"

🎸: "Honami!,I'm surprised to see you as well!"

?: "Ichika?"

🎸: "𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗵𝗼?!"

🍜: "Well since you said my first name since we know each other since childhood,The Name's 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗵𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶 and I'm The 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁"

?: "Damn...You four are so annoying"

?: "𝗔𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗼,Have Some respect!"

?: "Sorry,𝗧𝗼𝘆𝗮"

🎸: "So You two are the 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗦?"

?: "HELL YEAH!,LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF SINCE I'M THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO MAKE THE DUO!"

🥞: "The name's 𝗔𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗲!,and I'm The 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮...."

☕: "i'm 𝗧𝗼𝘆𝗮 𝗔𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗴𝗶, I'm the 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗩𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁"

The taller boy looks at Akito with....a blush does he have a crush on him?

🎸: "so how long did you two met?"

🥞: "Two Years?...Why?"

🎸: "No reason but I heard your song Cinema!, it's so amazing!"

?: "WOAH LOOK 𝗞𝗢𝗛𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗬!, SOMEONE'S A FAN!"

?: "E-EH!?"

☕: "𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶-𝘀𝗮𝗻....stop being so chaotic..."

?: "Alright,Alright Lover boy..."

🎧: "The Name's 𝗔𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶 The 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝗝!"

A Girl looked at the Gym as Akito grabbed her by the ear

🥞: "Hey it's your turn idiot"

?: "A-AH SHINONOME-KUN!?"

An pushed Akito to the ground

🎧: "LEAVE HER ALONE YOU JERK!"

The Girl looked at me

🐹: "I'm 𝗞𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗔𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗮𝘄𝗮....and i'm 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿"

🎸: "Azusawa-chan?!"

🐹: "Oh!,Hoshino!?"

🐹: "It's a surprise to see you..."

🎸: "You too Azusawa-chan!"

?: "KOHANE?!"

🐹: "Huh?!,𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗶-𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻?!"

☘️: "WAH?!,THE OTHERS ARE HERE TOO WHERE'S 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗞𝗔?!"

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