loded diper's new guitarist hcs
pairing: loded diper (ben, chris, ward, and rodrick) + reader, future rodrick x (gn) reader
wc: 1.9k
warnings: unsupportive parents, country music, reader has a younger sister and another sibling greg and manny's ages, mentions of making out, one use of the phrase hooking up but like in the vague sense yk, second hand embarrasment (showing up to a rock audition dressed like a country music star), all of them think you're really hot
a/n: welcome to more fics that are from my scripts lmao,, rodrick deserves more love tbh
also imagining this during the audition
tags: @yesv01 @dustyinkpages @the-snake-pit
You love music
You've loved singing and performing in any way shape or form that you possibly can since you were a baby
You know in your heart and soul, with every fiber of your being that you're going to be performing in the music industry someday
You don't know when
You might not even know specifically what you'll be doing
But you know deep in your bones that you'll be on stage belting your heart out
That's all you know and that's all you care about
Your career planning teachers HATE you
They hate that you refuse to consider a backup plan
You know that's probably smart for other people, but you don't need a backup plan
You’re going to be on stage, singing and performing
Your family thinks you're crazy
They think you're delusional, that you're going to get torn to shreds by the real world
Every "be realistic", every "and how's that going to work out?", every eye roll and shared look when you tell them you got a new instrument or are going to practice your guitar hurts
Of course it would
But more importantly it's more and more people to prove wrong
You have a list of what achievements your parents feel need to be met to have made it as a successful musician
They were trying to give you a wake up call about how hard it is to make it in the industry
You drew little check boxes next to each line and have it hanging on your wall in between band posters and concert tickets
Every jab from someone that should have your back is one more name on that list of people to prove wrong
It's strangely motivating
The most frustrating part of all this is that no one sees how hard you work for this
You've taken every gig, every odd job that involves singing and music and performing that you can find
You've dressed up as various popular characters and lead karaoke and sing alongs at kids parties, been a tooth fairy's assistant at a kindergarten, a keyboard playing mascot at a car dealership, and most recently, a tribute act to a famous country star performing at retirement homes
Seniors in plainview really like country music for some reason
Once word got around, at least twice a week you get all dressed up in the polar opposite of your usual self
Down to a cow print cowboy hat, garish boots, and a rhinestone fringe denim jacket
You whip out your acoustic guitar and sing some hits from the 60s and 70s to the seniors there who tell you that you have such a nice voice, why aren't all kids your age like this, back in my day etc etc
And a lot of them tip really, really well
So even though it’s not something you’d normally even consider, it’s a gig
It’s a paying gig
Which makes you a professional musician
So you’ll happily take it
Your parents have been talking about moving to another part of town for a while, and after months of looking, finally found a nice place on Surrey Street
The only problem is you would be in a different school district, and have to transfer to Crossland high which has the most shitty theatre and arts programs ever
Which makes it a hard no from you
Your younger siblings aren't to happy about it either, but are very quickly won over by the idea of having their own rooms, leaving you out voted
You had even tried to bribe the youngest by letting him touch your guitar, something he always tries to do as soon as your back is turned, but it was already decided
The only way they got you on board at all was with the (very reluctant) promise of guaranteed practice space in the attic and slightly less babysitting duty
Right before the move, you're at a gig at a retirement home
Leisure something? Towers, village, something like that
It's closer to where you're moving, so that’s something
Part way through your set, you're very thrown off guard by the surprisingly hot piece of ass that's a dead ringer for Billie Joe Armstrong watching you play at the back of the room
He and a kid that looks around the same age as your sister are standing next to one of the older guys
Mr. Heff-something?
You can't remember
But goddamn that guy is hot
By the time your set is finally done, you thank them with your signature twang that you spent hours perfecting in your room
You watched interviews of country singers for a week straight until you got it perfectly right
The hot guy and leaves with who you're assuming are his brother and grandpa before you can even consider approaching him and your heart sinks a little
You’re thinking maybe there will be some hot guys at Crossland, even though your hopes aren’t high
On your way out, you see a blue piece of paper on one of the coffee tables towards the back of the room you’d been playing in
You pick it up and your heart starts pounding
Wanted: gutarist for a rock band. Must know how to shread.
You skim the rest of the flier
You’re so excited you don’t even notice the glaring typos scattered across the page
A rock band
You were finally going to be able to audition for a rock band
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t freaking out
But the auditions are at the end of the week
And you have a gig that day
You type the addresses into your phone
It’s only a few blocks down the street from your new house
If you get the timing right, you should be able to get home and change out of your country music getup, then make it there before auditions are over
That also means you’re going to have like, no time to prepare
The next three days are spent practicing nonstop
Much to your family’s dismay
Your little sister barges into your room, hands over her ears
She’s never been shy about her disdain for your beloved rock and pop punk music
“I have a spelling bee tomorrow.” she states
“Sick,” you reply, not looking away from what you’re doing
“I have to focus!” she says
“Same!” you reply, tone sarcastically chipper
“I can’t focus with all this racket.”
You toss her a pair of headphones and go back to playing
She leaves with a scoff
She’s always been very straight laced and rule oriented
You have always been the “rules are meant to be broken” type
You do not see eye to eye at all
You never really have
This week is jam packed for you
You have to finish packing everything up because you’re finally moving into your new house, you have a gig at the end of the week, and that audition the same day
You can totally handle this
You can so totally handle this
That’s what you tell yourself as you scramble out to your car after your gig, which has somehow run tremendously late
You barely manage to make it to 12 surrey street, grabbing your guitar and scrambling towards the garage, where the audition flier is taped
“I’m telling you man, no one’s going to show. Let’s just call it-”
“Hi, is this the guitarist audition for the rock band?” You ask
Four punky looking guys stand in the garage you just entered, all eyes on you
One is holding a bass, one’s next to a mic, one of them is wearing a t shirt that says “loded diper", and one is standing in front of a well loved drum kit
You recognize the last one as the hot guy from your last gig, and your heart flip flops in your chest
“...yeah.” the hot guy says
You introduce yourself, rambling a little about how much you love music and how long you’ve been playing
They don’t seem sold
“Can you shred?” hot guy asks
“Yeah, totally.” you state
The guy next to the mic says something quietly to the hot guy and he shrugs
“Show us what you got.”
A few minutes later, you’ve played your way through some pop punk classics and a few personal favorite riffs and guitar solos
Watching their jaws drop when you nailed the guitar solo in I’d hate to be you by mayday parade was something you really enjoyed
They’re stunned as you finally finish playing, and let out a satisfied sigh
“Told you I could shred.”
Honestly, Rodrick was sold on you when he saw you playing guitar at his grandpa’s retirement home
He had no idea how you’d gotten a flier, he figures one fell out of his bag or something
And now he’s thanking a god he’s not sure he believes in that it did
That it brought you here
Because you are exactly what they need
He shares a look with Chris, Ben, and Ward
There’s no way they can turn your down
And not just because you’re the only person who showed up to the audition
You’re amazing
Ben sighs
“I mean, we’ll need to do something about the look, but-”
“Oh god no,” you interject, “I don’t normally look like this. It’s for a gig.”
After some introductions and exchanging numbers, you’re ready to meet up for practice twice a week
You smile, elated that it went this well in spite of the bumps in the road along the way
You thank them again before you leave
They watch you exit the garage and get into your car, letting out a muffled cheer before heading out
“...Okay,” Rodrick starts, “new rule - no dating band members. No matter how hot they are.” He mutters the last part, and everyone very, very reluctantly agrees
Are you the hottest person he’s seen in a very long time? Yes!
Are you the best guitarist in plainview hands down? Fuck yeah!
Is your hotness amplified by how excited you are to be in loded diper in spite of their terrible reputation? Abso-fucking-lutley!
But Rodrick won’t let anything jeopardize the future of this band
He knows all the guys think you’re hot
Like really hot
So if they can navigate this
If they can write some more songs and book a few more gigs without anyone hooking up or making out with anyone else (cough cough with you) he’ll consider that a huge success
Lying in bed that night, Rodrick decides there’s no way you can be hot enough to break the no dating band members rule
That decision is challenged when you show up to practice in grungy eyeliner and a worn ramones t shirt
And it’s challenged further when you start playing together because jesus fucking christ you’re good
You’re exactly what this band needs, he reminds himself
The band needs a guitarist, not their guitarist and drummer making out in secret
But with the way you’re looking at Rodrick, watching him play, the feeling is mutual
And it’s a matter of time before the rising tension becomes too much and someone cracks
Because not only do you get to be in a band, you get to be in a band with a stupid hot guy that looks like the pop punk star you’ve had a crush on since middle school
This won’t be a recipe for disaster
Not at all
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La Mode nationale, no. 49, 5 décembre 1896, Paris. No. 14. — Toilettes de mariage. Bibliothèque nationale de France
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