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fishermanshook · 5 days ago

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Hii!! I just love your Band!Forsaken x reader fics, already in love with them.

Can I pls request an iTrapped & reader being rivals? (Idk if you've done him, but I would trade you my soul if you do him!)

Basically, you are best buddies with Chance, but iTrapped is aways with him.

So you and him would compete to see who is a better friend to Chance, and eventually the reader and iTrapped became close.

They would sometimes flirt, tease or either fight (in a very silly way)

Anyways, that's all.

And p.s. this is my first request

A/n: I hate and love that human embodiment of a frostbite sm 🫶 this takes place in the canon universe of my au so CHANCE AND ITRAPPED ANGST with psyche in the middle of course 😋 I'm so sorry to the people that wanted fluff 😔 I can't write fluff when it's ITRAPPED okay 💔 I physically can't

Keyboardist! Itrapped

The cold air nipped your skin as you clutched your sweater tighter in your arms, you hugged your legs tighter and closer as the air felt more cold. Which was weird because it was just in the right amount of cold a minute before.

All while the irritating blaring lights were shining down backstage with a bright orange and red hue. Your eyes twitched as it passed you again.

You already regret coming here with your friends— your friends who were in a band, so you didn't really have a choice to leave here anyways. "When are you guys gonna perform" you whined as you leaned into the speaker next to you.

Chance passed by you and ruffled your hair, "don't be impatient lucky charm, it's just a band performance" he said as he sat down next to you "besides who wouldn't want to see the one and only surv1v0rs performing in live stage?" He smugly said while flipping his hair for a dramatic flair. Your mouth twitched into a smile. "You're such a loser" you said while rolling your eyes jokingly.

He gasped in a fake offense while clutching his chest "how could you?? After all the 'VIP friends only' behind the scenes performance that I did?"

You giggled at their statement, their attempt to cheer you up working, and he can't help but crack a genuine smile.

Then, you saw him looking at something or someone at the corner of his eyes, you curiously tilted your head towards where he was staring at, but because of the blaring lights, you didn't make out much except for a silhouette.

He then abruptly turned his gaze back to you, "anyways, can you stay here for a few more minutes after we pack up?" He said while tilting his head, his pleading voice rang through your head as you pursed your lips "... I don't know... I'm—" he then dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together, you flinched back at this "please!! Lucky charm please— I swear I just want you to meet someone PLEA—" "OKAY— Sheesh you didn't have to do that..." You said while looking away from this embarrassing scene, he then hugged your legs "OH THANK YOU MY SWEE—" "boy if you don't shut your mouth!" You said while slapping his head.

He yelped and clutched his head while groaning in pain, but while he did that he smiled smugly. You rolled your eyes, but also cracked a smile. "Stupid asshole"

"CHANCE HURRY UP THE PEOPLE ARE HERE" Elliot screamed through the curtains of the backstage, Chance then stood up and took off his coat and draping it over you, "Eh?" He just ruffled your hair "I know that you don't do well with the cold" you scoffed "yeah right as if that's the reason why you wanted to take off your coat, you probably wanted to take it off because you wanted to show off your non-existent abs" they chuckled and just waved you off and walking away.

As they did, you can't help but have a lingering smile; Chance always knew how to cheer you up, and you wouldn't trade the world for another friend.

You clutched his coat draped on your figure, the previous coldness easing up after his warmth enveloped you. Your mind didn't have that uncomfortable overstimulating thoughts that made it hard to think, now it was just serenity and calmness.

Before the storm at least.

Because across from you, behind a curtain where chance was staring at, was another person standing there, staring daggers at you.

Your eyes twitched in annoyance, can't you have just one minute of peace? But alas, peace was never an option that the world has. The gaze in question to you was sharp and cold as an icicle, it felt like someone was stabbing you from behind. You flinched.

"Y'know you're not as slick as you like to pretend" you shot a look towards them, you matched their energy, albeit a little bit less cold because you literally can't hate on someone even if you want to— It's not on your code.

The figure emerged from the dark revealing a man draped in a light blue coat with a suit underneath, and a crown— what a show off, you can't help but think; he had a yellow skin with a light blue tint on it, and he had a frostbitten hair, his face was covered up with a black square thing with an eye on the center, making it hard to read his expressions.

You recognized him, I mean, how could you not? He's literally popular in your school for being a selfish asshole. He could figuratively and literally freeze the room with his cold heart. And you kind of feared him too.

"Ah- so you're not stupid, glad to see Chance's temporary friend be spatially aware— and here I thought you were just a mindless bimbo"

Your eyes twitched in annoyance and dislike, oh god you already hate him already, "oh, so you're what the rumors say, heartless and selfish" you shot back while turning to him with a tight smile. Oh Lords if you could feel hate it would've consumed you whole.

He scoffed loudly and leaned into the wall next to him. His code enveloped the room, making it colder than before, it made you clutch Chance's coat tighter towards you— if it was possible anyways.

"Why would chance even keep you around in the first place? You're just a talkative, clingy, idiot that's too nice for their own good"

A metaphorical arrow struck your heart in hurt, god that hit you straight to your insecurities. So what better payback than to return the favour?

"As if you're any better, you probably just stuck around because he's filthy rich. At least I value him as a friend" you sneered, not knowing that you just revealed his true intentions right then and there. But that's a topic for another day.

His eyes twitched, damn pest, he thought while glaring daggers at you. "Oh?" He bitterly said in shock, taken aback at your 'accusation' "and you think you can do better?" You smirked back, just to irk him a bit "of course I do, I mean, I've been his friend since we were in elementary"

And he hates how that's true.

Chance trusts you more than him, and he had to get rid of you. And he knew that, that's why he asked chance to meet you in person, to "know you better than just his description of you" but in reality, he just wants to push you back from chance. But what he doesn't know is that you're the most stubborn robloxian ever, if you're friends with a person then it takes more than manipulation to push you back.

"Let's see how trust and time handles icicles then" he mused with a smirk— like he knew how to destroy a friendship that lasted longer than relationships.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What the fuck do you—"

"Oh my gosh my fingers hurt" Chance suddenly emerged from the curtains that separated the stage and the backstage. He was slumped back with his electric guitar slung across his shoulders, the strap clinging onto him as he walked slowly to you.

You turned your attention to Chance and hopped down the speaker to help him up— but before you could, Itrapped already moved and helped him up, you could practically see him smirking.

You just sat down back to the speaker in annoyance, "asshole..."

"Itrapped? What are you doing here I thought you were gonna wait for me to introduce you to them?" Chance asked as he set down Chance to a seat away from you, your eyes twitched, his smirk widened.

"I couldn't really wait— y'know how I am" he said smugly as he took off his guitar and dropped it down then leaned onto a nearby wall, as if he didn't get tired from standing up— and maybe he didn't, you don't know. You just observed their interaction with a flash of jealousy in your eyes.

Chance just chuckled, unaware of the tension in the room. "Yeah, you inpatient prick" he said then turning to you, he introduced your name to him, and he visibly rolled his eyes, you narrowed your eyes but forced a smile, "— this is Itrapped"

Then he turned to Itrappped "itrapped this is—" then he repeated your name.

"Now shake hands! Since you guys are gonna be friends for how long I'm gonna be here together with you guys"

Itrapped just walked towards you and held a hand towards you, his eyes narrowing as the tension, and the cold, nipped your skin. You flashed him a tight smile— just to please your friend, you didn't want to destroy their friendship just because you were jealous, even though you absolutely dislike his guts.

"Nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

Both of you tighten the shake as both of you dug your fingers through eachothers skin. The disdain and hate seeping through both of you, even though only one of them can feel hate.

"See, you guys are already shaking hands like you're friends for a year! You guys are natural at this!" Unfortunately for both of them, Chance doesn't really know social cues sometimes, so they had to stick together whenever he's near.

So let the game of cat and mouse commence.

"Yep friends"

This lasted for months, both of you would foam in the mouth of hate whenever any of guy's names get mentioned, would tear eachother apart using words, all while fake smiles and daggers hide behind your backs.

One of them is driven by jealousy and dislike towards his sharp words, words that stuck to them like scars that refused to fade.

And one of them, driven by selfishness, pushing the other to an edge, in hopes to push them to abandon their friend, in hopes to make them snap.

But he knew that it would be much, much more harder.

So that brought them up today, in a park with one of them bringing a picnic basket, while one of them brought a checkered blanket.

Both of them threw daggers at eachother while they sat far away from eachother in the grass. Both of them waiting for Chance.

Both of them refused to talk to eachother because of it only fueling the fire that blazed with hate.

You stared at the sun, your eyes burning as you did, but it was better than to engage in a conversation with Itrapped. Itrapped in question was scrolling through his phone while the checkered blanket draped over him. You glanced over to your watch. "10:56" you mumbled then turned your attention back to the sun, then to the clouds.

Then you hear a shout in the distance, their voice familiar— Chance. You sighed in relief, finally, that late asshole is here, you thought while rolling your eyes jokingly and standing up from the bench.

"Yo chance! You late bastard! We agreed that we would meet here at 10:30!" You screamed as he got closer to both of you guys.

When he finally arrived, he was panting and hunched back like a dog, you snickered and slapped his back, he yelped and snarled at you.

"Hey!.... Cant—.. Can't you see that I'm struggling here!..." He panted while you just snickered at his unfortunate state.

After a while, he went back to his feet and started to order you guys around to set up the picnic. You jokingly rolled your eyes at this but complied anyways— all while Itrapped was unnaturally quiet. Weird you thought while observing him from a distance.

You sat down on the blanket with a sandwich in hand while talking to Chance, occasionally Itrapped would but in sometimes, but only when it was Chance's time to speak, never when you spoke. His pride refused to.

The sun set glowed your features as you talked and talked your mind out, all while Chance smiled and talked with you. Both of you unaware of the storm that brewed in Itrapped's mind; His brain was screaming how attractive and otherworldy you looked under the orange and red sunlight, but his pride refused to acknowledge this, so he chose to be quiet.

He hated how the sun lighted up your features perfectly

He hated how your laugh enchanted him in a way only a siren can

And he hated how he wanted more and more of this

He knew that his feelings were always there, he knew and he hated that he knew his stirring crush on you. After all, this all started because of that fateful event that started this enemy's type of relationship with him. Because he couldn't handle the feeling of love towards someone he wanted to push away for selfish reasons.

So, as his mind chanted and chanted about how much he hated you, his hand acted on its own.

SPLASHH

The orange juice dripped from your hair, and you stood gaping at him, surprised at the sudden attack, while he just sat there for a second bewildered at what he did, but immediately smirked and tilted his head.

A moment of silence shared between the two of you before Chance broke that silence with a shout, "FOOD FIGHT!" he screamed as he threw a pie back at Itrapped.

Then hell broke loose between the three teenagers, all of them dodging and throwing food at eachother, all of them laughed, their playful nature showed through the cracks— yes, even the two enemies. Because now they can express their hate towards them by throwing food at them.

They laughed and smiled the rest of the afternoon.

A calm before a storm.

It seemed as if a switch was flipped after that; there was no uncomfortable silence, no hate filled glares, no daggers behind eachother's back. Only... Fondness.

And you were so confused about it, you didn't know what to do, why was he suddenly normal to you? You would sometimes ask yourself when he was bantering with you, not arguing but bantering... God was this really the Itrapped you knew a few months ago?

But even with your confusion, you would also be friendly with him, I mean, it would be rude to ignore his attempts at making friends...? You really don't know, but alas the world doesn't like elaborating.

This lasted for many more months, until finally, you guys were friends... Just how Chance liked. But with none of those hatred mixed in, only playful teases, those flirting, and those moments where you would question what you and his relationship was.

...

Until that one unforgettable, unfortunate night. The night where it all went down.

You warned both Chance and Itrapped to not go to a casino late at night, you warned how sketchy the place looked, you even begged them to stay cause you had a really... Really bad feeling.

But itrapped reassured you, he said "don't worry I'll go back to you, you know that right?" He said while taking both fake ID cards that you clutched— you confiscated them because again, you had a bad feeling.

He clasped your hands with gentleness, he smiled fondly at you, he gently took both of the ID cards and curse your fucking brain for not seeing the signs, for not convincing Chance to just stay, to ditch Itrapped.

Because now you laid down, crouched still holding Chance's bloodied body while calling 911, because now you only have the time and Itrapped to face, to take down. But you were tired, god were you tired.

"W-what are you doing here!?" Itrapped stuttered as he clutched his bloodied sword. While you held Chance's body, murmuring apologies and begging him to stay awake.

You ignored him.

You didn't want to face him right now, you don't think you'd ever would.

"Chance— Chance hey... I'm here, don't worry, dont— don't sleep yet please, I— I really need you... Cmon chance" you begged while tearing your night ware to bandage him up, anything to stop the bleeding. Your tears were threatening to release, and you don't think you could hold it in while you could practically feel Chance's consciousness slipping.

"Get— get away from here—" he said your name, God you can't look at him right now, your heart ached, how didn't you didn't see this— the signs.

"shut the fuck up Itrapped!— I—... Chance don't worry the ambulance is coming okay..?" You said between your tears. Itrapped just observed you with tears gathered in his lash line. He didn't mean for you to see this, to see him like this. "It— I thought— I did this for you! Please just get away—" "no!" You screamed.

"No... Get away Itrapped..." You mumbled.

Maybe it was the way your voice shook, or maybe it was the way your tears were obstructing your vision. But in the corner of your eyes, you could see his face, why can you see his face? Did he remove his black square thing? You can't help but question.

He then kneeled down, you could practically see his face, but you refused to, you refused to face him. Not after he stabbed your best friend.

"Ho— honey cmon... I only did it for you..." He said, pleading for you to hear him out, you shook your head, "no... No you didn't Itrapped! You stabbed him— you betrayed him—! You!... You betrayed US!" you screamed, your voice getting sore. You breathed heavily.

Then, for extra— gut wrenching measures. You looked at him, really looked at him, without the black screen that covered his face; his grey and blue eyes, the tears that streamed down his face. Curse everyone for making him so beautiful in a time like this.

"Get out of here Itrapped" you said with your stern voice, a sudden rush of anger boiled through you, even though you can't feel it. He tried to protest against it, to convince you to let him stay, to comfort you, but... You weren't backing down, not when one life was actively draining from your eyes.

"No—No... Hun c'mon...—" "NO! get—... Just get out please... I don't want to see you ever again"

His breath rasped, he tried to call out your name, to try to explain. But, not this time.

Blue and red lights blared in the corner of his eyes, he could hear the cop cars approaching, he could hear the ambulance nearing— and in that moment, he knew that he couldn't stay here any longer, he couldn't go back to the house that hosted many food wars. Couldn't come back to watch movies with you.

His cold, iced heart beated— not with love, no, it was worse than that— it was the crushing form of grief, the sadness, the realization of what he'd done.

You turned your gaze back down to Chance as you held their bloodied fingers.

And in that moment...

He knew that this was the last time his dead, cold, heart would ever beat for someone.

...

"I'm sorry my love..."

A/n: ...Erm so how are you guys? 😀 *I say as I move away from the window* 💔💔 IM SO SORRY I HAD TO WRITE ANGST 😔 but like I don't really know if this is good or nah cause I'm SHIT at making angst 💔😔 BEAR WITH ME

#OH MY DAYS?!?#WHO THE HELL IS MANIPULATING HIMNHELLO?!?#hurt people hurt people chat #itrapped sighsssss #mic's and drums rivalry #forsaken #forsaken x reader

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fishermanshook · 5 days ago

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I need more mics and drums but BUILDERMAN EDITION ‼️‼️

I'm eating your au up and leaving no crumbs for the others🤭 sorry not sorry

A/n: after your chance fanfic I just HAD TO PROPOSE TO U so this is my proposal to you PLEASE ASAWAHIN MO NA AKO MAHAL 💍💍 @mikkies also my personal headcanon is that he's Filipino idc if it's not canon I DO WHATEVER I WANT

Muilti Instrumentalist! Builderman

The sun was setting as the band packed their belongings together, all of them were physically tired from their performance; Noob was trying hard not to fall asleep, Elliot was stretching his arms, and Dussekar was carrying the equipment that Shedletsky couldn't carry. All of them had their arms slumped, especially Builderman.

They couldn't handle human interaction anymore and would rather drop dead on the floor than speak any longer. Heck! Even Chance; the most talkative person they know shut their mouth up.

But, it was expected of course, since it was their first time performing in a stage.

They were just gonna pack the last set of speakers when someone called out to them. "WAIT" someone shouted, they froze up and turned to look at who was shouting for their attention, the person in question was running towards them with a guitar slung over their shoulders.

Some of them held a groan— they didn't really wanna deal with anyone right now, and their tired forms were evident of that. And you knew that.

And while you were approaching them, they were silently communicating who they wanted to send to talk with you— and they all unanimously agreed that builderman was more suited for that; yes he was tired, but he was more likely to be polite talking to fans— well, limit there of.

When you finally reached them, builderman stepped up to talk to you, but before he could you held out your hand, as if to signal him to wait, and he did, while you regained your breath.

After catching your breath back you slowly stood up from your slumped position and handed your ukelele to him. He was about to protest but you cut him off before he could "I know that you don't wanna deal with fans anymore" you started. Then you looked up, finding a new found confidence and held eye contact "But I'm not here to talk"

"I'm here for you"

A beat of silence passed between you two— a really uncomfortable one that made you realize what you just said "WAIT— no no I don't mean it like that— I meant—" he chuckled at your scrambling and flustered attempt to explain yourself; the kind of chuckle that made butterflies flutter around your stomach, it was hearty, tired, and filled with warmth at the same time.

"It's okay, what do you want me to do?" He asked with a tired smile— the best smile that he could do admist his tiredness, you smiled in returned. "I just want on you guy's signatures on my guitar" you said while taking off your guitar and handing it to him.

Your guitar had a lot of stickers, paint, and laces on it, it was chaotic and aesthetically pleasing at the same time, and he couldn't help but smile unconsciously at the charm of it.

He handled it with care and carried it in his arms with gentleness that made you wonder if he thought that it was made of glass. "Are you a long time fan of ours?" He asked while holding his hand out for a pen. You gave it to him while answering his question, "yeah, how'd you know?"

He smiled and pointed at the first ever poster they released using Chance's printer— it was the same one, but smaller to fit the guitar, you flushed at the revealed fact, not expecting him to notice right away, but I guess it's noticeable when you're the one who made it. "Kinda hard not to when that's literally plastered there" he teased.

You chuckled and shook your head in embarrassment. He smiled and continued to sign your guitar.

He handed you back the guitar, you took it back graciously and gawked at the ingrained initials and at the signature— your one and only dream to be noticed by an artist was finally fulfilled, even though it was just a small band, you still held it near your chest in admiration.

You thanked him and was about to get out to not bother them further, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm gently and handed you something. You tilted your head in confusion but you stopped your tracks anyways to take it along with your pen.

There it was. His initials and his phone number.

You could barely handle your shock and stared at him dumbfounded, he smiled, "you're our first ever fan. It'd be sad not to acknowledge you, isn't it not?" He said while patting your back while you were still in shock, and he can't help but laugh a little at your expression.

"Get safe at home, okay kid?"

After that interaction, you didn't waste any time to spend time with him— with all the band members. You literally couldn't contain your excitement and admiration when you literally got noticed and got the privilege to see them perform behind the stage, and to hear their unreleased songs.

You got close to the band pretty fast; with your energetic and easy going nature, it's not that hard for you.

You always found time to spend time with them and learn about them and their other interests than make music. Yes even two time. They're actually chill and nice once you get to know about them; You found out a lot of things about them, like how Noob crashes out on horror games, how Elliot was actually a part time pizza worker, and how Builderman was actually a half Filipino.

Slowly, you found yourself as their friend than their first ever fan— and yes, they found out that you're actually their first ever fan, the fan that stuck around, the fan that refuse to give up on them.

They loved your stubbornness, your easy going nature, and you in general.

Especially Builderman.

At first, Builderman just had a fascination about you because you were literally their most loyal fan, and also friend. But slowly it turned into something more than that.

Then he noticed the littlest things about you; about how you would bag stickers to stick them on their instruments, at how you would scrunched your nose when your annoyed at something, and how you would tilt your head a little when you're curious or confused about something.

Then all of a sudden he fell, and he fell for you hard.

So hard that he made songs about you, or inspired about you— all of which were in Filipino to make it not suspicious. At how he switched your nickname specifically to "mahal" (love) instead of the usual "kid" and at how he would linger in your hugs.

Until finally, he would sometimes switch language to say something that he didn't want you to hear; like confessions, talking about how beautiful you are, and sometimes even the littlest things he noticed about you.

So you were naturally suspicious about what he was saying. So you asked Shedletsky for help, knowing he was the only one that Builderman taught bits and pieces about his language.

...

"C'mon Shedletsky" you whined as you shook him back and forth, he just smirked at you like he just successfully rage baited you. "Just tell me what he's saying"

He shook his head in response with a smile— oh he knew what builderman was saying, although just bits and pieces, it doesn't take a genius what he's saying. And who was he to ruin the surprise? To ruin the fun he had listening to him basically confess to you, while you were oblivious to it.

"Nahhh I think I'm more content not helping you thanks" he said smugly, this just annoyed you further and shook him more violently this time. "You fucking asshole"

But as fun as you were to tease, he wanted to have an ounce of guilt and give you a little bit of help. "Y'know you could just install a live translator in your phone right?" You stopped shaking him and stared at him like he held all the answers of the world. "OH MY GOSH YOU'RE RIGHT!— thanks Shed!" You joyfully shouted and bolted out, finally you had a solution.

Meanwhile Shedletsky smirked while trying to hold his laughter, "oh my god this is going to be fun"

Today, was an especially special day— well, for you atleast; because you'll finally know what your friend is saying in his language, so you planned this out strategically, and this has to work, or else you wouldn't catch a wiff of what he's saying.

You dressed up in your most simplest but also kind of cute outfit you could construct. And headed to where Builderman would usually be; his garage.

The door creeked open as you went in his garage; and there he was, tuning his electric guitar with his usual unnerving silence and concentration, at first he didn't notice you, too engrossed. But when you sat next to him, he fully turned his attention to you.

"Oh? —" he said your name in a confused tone, "what are you doing here?" He asked, you just rolled you eyes "c'mon build, y'know how I show up to houses unannounced to hang out" you said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world— and if you're them, it was.

He smiled, yeah he knew that, "yeah yeah, I know that, I just didn't expect you to hang out with me"

You shook your head "as if, you're my friend too dumbass" you said while punching his side gently as a joke, he didn't even flinch and only chuckled.

Then time seemed to stay still as you guys shared a comfortable silence; you were looking around at his room boredly, while he stared at you with those love sick eyes.

"Ang gandang-ganda mo talaga, mahal"

And god did you wish you stayed curious in that moment, you wished you didn't take Shedletsky's advice and just stayed curious, and most of all, you wished you didn't put the love translator in full blown speaker.

"You're so beautiful my love"

You snapped your attention at your phone and fumbled to reach it out your pockets, your face was burning bright red and your chest was banging against your rib cage, and you wished he didn't hear it, didn't hear the translation, didn't hear how much his words affected you.

But alas, fate had a twisted way of showing up in the wrong times.

"Oh?"

He asked confused, and even though he looked calm on the outside, his heart was racing a damn track race, his ears was turning red, and all he could think of was why does she have a translator on?

"Ah— ah heh, uhm... It's not what it sounds like I swear" you fumbled through your flusteredness, struggling to find words. And damn, if he didn't look so good, you would've chocked him.

"You have a translator installed?" He asked while scooting closer to you, his curiousness hiding his intent of making you more flustered, because damn you for making him into a mindless love consumed zombie.

"EKK!— uhm— hah! W-what no—... It's just my uhm.. Music! Yeah! Music" you said while shuffling back, you clearly saw how he was trying to get close to you, and you wished you could— you wished you could battle your flusteredness and face your fear and lean in closer to him. But no, you can't, and curse the world for making your brain to mush over this!

"Mhm, right, a weird AI voice that coincidentally played after I said something in my native language" he said with a faded smirk, all while he was getting close, and closer to you. And unfortunately, you can't back up any longer cause there's a wall behind you.

"Mahal ko, hindi mo matatago sa akin yan" he chuckled, then finally, he caged you in his arms, and all you could think off was how close he is that you could practically smell his signature, intoxicating, Cologne.

Then ping!

"My love, you can't hide that from me"

Embarrassment seeped through your skin; you could feel your body starting to sweat from your burning heat, you could feel and hear your heartbeat, and you could most definitely, hear your raging thoughts about him. And God did you wish to disappear right then and there.

Then his confident demeanor snapped when he realized that you truly did have a translator and it wasn't what you claimed to be. He smiled gently. "Finally... I can finally say my confession to you freely"

You snapped your attention to him— which, before was looking anywhere but at him, but now? He had your full attention.

"Wh— what do you mean?"

You managed to say, and he looked at you, really looked at you with those same loving eyes he has been, but today, there was no hiding from it anymore, so he showed you how much he did love you.

"Anak ng langit... alam mo ba kung gaano kalalim ang pagmamahal ko sa'yo? Nararamdaman mo ba kung paano mo ako binabago at pinapangibabawan sa bawat araw?"

This time, the translator was delayed, and you two shared a comfortable silence, none of you spoke, but you could practically hear how intimate that was. Then finally, what you dreaded and hoped for finally came though.

"oh my god, do you realize how much I truly love you? Do you realize how you affect me on a daily basis?"

He then leaned in close to your ears.

"Mahal ko, nababaliw na ako sa ka-tangahan mo, akala ko alam mo na mahal kita"

He said in a low raspy tone that you didn't even know he could do. And damn you wanted to restrain him right then and there. But you just gulped down the saliva that collected in your mouth that you didn't even know you held.

"My love, I'm going crazy at your obliviousness, I thought I already made it clear that I loved you?"

Your brain officially turned to mush, it cannot be turned back to a proper brain anymore.

A/n: I don't know what I'm doing 😀 but idc cause I was running on those Elliot gooning drug that keeps me pumping of these fuckass ideas that keeps popping up on my brain cause I'm CRAZY single ANYWAYS 😋 I hope you guys have a GOOD feast on this

#BUILDERMAN MENTIONED I FUCKING CHEERED #THIS HAS TO BE THE MOST GOATED POST EVER #OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU #THANK YOU FOR FEEDING THE BUILDERMAN FANS #reading this while listening to Pasilyo made this entire fic like thirty times better THANK YOU #mic's and drums rivalry #forsaken x reader #forsaken #x reader #fluff #builderman forsaken #builderman #builderman x reader #builderman forsaken x reader #philipines mentioned 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

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Hii!! I just love your Band!Forsaken x reader fics, already in love with them.

Can I pls request an iTrapped & reader being rivals? (Idk if you've done him, but I would trade you my soul if you do him!)

Basically, you are best buddies with Chance, but iTrapped is aways with him.

So you and him would compete to see who is a better friend to Chance, and eventually the reader and iTrapped became close.

They would sometimes flirt, tease or either fight (in a very silly way)

Anyways, that's all.

And p.s. this is my first request

Keyboardist! Itrapped

All while the irritating blaring lights were shining down backstage with a bright orange and red hue. Your eyes twitched as it passed you again.

He gasped in a fake offense while clutching his chest "how could you?? After all the 'VIP friends only' behind the scenes performance that I did?"

You giggled at their statement, their attempt to cheer you up working, and he can't help but crack a genuine smile.

He yelped and clutched his head while groaning in pain, but while he did that he smiled smugly. You rolled your eyes, but also cracked a smile. "Stupid asshole"

As they did, you can't help but have a lingering smile; Chance always knew how to cheer you up, and you wouldn't trade the world for another friend.

Before the storm at least.

Because across from you, behind a curtain where chance was staring at, was another person standing there, staring daggers at you.

"Ah- so you're not stupid, glad to see Chance's temporary friend be spatially aware— and here I thought you were just a mindless bimbo"

He scoffed loudly and leaned into the wall next to him. His code enveloped the room, making it colder than before, it made you clutch Chance's coat tighter towards you— if it was possible anyways.

"Why would chance even keep you around in the first place? You're just a talkative, clingy, idiot that's too nice for their own good"

A metaphorical arrow struck your heart in hurt, god that hit you straight to your insecurities. So what better payback than to return the favour?

And he hates how that's true.

"Let's see how trust and time handles icicles then" he mused with a smirk— like he knew how to destroy a friendship that lasted longer than relationships.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What the fuck do you—"

You turned your attention to Chance and hopped down the speaker to help him up— but before you could, Itrapped already moved and helped him up, you could practically see him smirking.

You just sat down back to the speaker in annoyance, "asshole..."

"Itrapped? What are you doing here I thought you were gonna wait for me to introduce you to them?" Chance asked as he set down Chance to a seat away from you, your eyes twitched, his smirk widened.

Then he turned to Itrappped "itrapped this is—" then he repeated your name.

"Now shake hands! Since you guys are gonna be friends for how long I'm gonna be here together with you guys"

"Nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

Both of you tighten the shake as both of you dug your fingers through eachothers skin. The disdain and hate seeping through both of you, even though only one of them can feel hate.

So let the game of cat and mouse commence.

"Yep friends"

One of them is driven by jealousy and dislike towards his sharp words, words that stuck to them like scars that refused to fade.

And one of them, driven by selfishness, pushing the other to an edge, in hopes to push them to abandon their friend, in hopes to make them snap.

But he knew that it would be much, much more harder.

So that brought them up today, in a park with one of them bringing a picnic basket, while one of them brought a checkered blanket.

Both of them threw daggers at eachother while they sat far away from eachother in the grass. Both of them waiting for Chance.

Both of them refused to talk to eachother because of it only fueling the fire that blazed with hate.

"Yo chance! You late bastard! We agreed that we would meet here at 10:30!" You screamed as he got closer to both of you guys.

When he finally arrived, he was panting and hunched back like a dog, you snickered and slapped his back, he yelped and snarled at you.

"Hey!.... Cant—.. Can't you see that I'm struggling here!..." He panted while you just snickered at his unfortunate state.

He hated how the sun lighted up your features perfectly

He hated how your laugh enchanted him in a way only a siren can

And he hated how he wanted more and more of this

So, as his mind chanted and chanted about how much he hated you, his hand acted on its own.

SPLASHH

A moment of silence shared between the two of you before Chance broke that silence with a shout, "FOOD FIGHT!" he screamed as he threw a pie back at Itrapped.

They laughed and smiled the rest of the afternoon.

A calm before a storm.

It seemed as if a switch was flipped after that; there was no uncomfortable silence, no hate filled glares, no daggers behind eachother's back. Only... Fondness.

...

Until that one unforgettable, unfortunate night. The night where it all went down.

You warned both Chance and Itrapped to not go to a casino late at night, you warned how sketchy the place looked, you even begged them to stay cause you had a really... Really bad feeling.

"W-what are you doing here!?" Itrapped stuttered as he clutched his bloodied sword. While you held Chance's body, murmuring apologies and begging him to stay awake.

You ignored him.

You didn't want to face him right now, you don't think you'd ever would.

"Get— get away from here—" he said your name, God you can't look at him right now, your heart ached, how didn't you didn't see this— the signs.

"No... Get away Itrapped..." You mumbled.

He then kneeled down, you could practically see his face, but you refused to, you refused to face him. Not after he stabbed your best friend.

"No—No... Hun c'mon...—" "NO! get—... Just get out please... I don't want to see you ever again"

His breath rasped, he tried to call out your name, to try to explain. But, not this time.

His cold, iced heart beated— not with love, no, it was worse than that— it was the crushing form of grief, the sadness, the realization of what he'd done.

You turned your gaze back down to Chance as you held their bloodied fingers.

And in that moment...

He knew that this was the last time his dead, cold, heart would ever beat for someone.

...

"I'm sorry my love..."

#DELICIOUSSS WRITING I’m gonna go cry in the corner now #reading this while listening to “in my room is NOT for the weak #WHYD HE SAY HE DID THIS FOR US THOUGH?!????? CONFUSIONS #mic's and drums rivalry #forsaken #forsaken x reader #itrapped forsaken #itrapped #itrapped x reader #itrapped forsaken x reader #x reader #fluff #angst

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fishermanshook · 8 days ago

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Must have been the wind ahh burke

STOP YOU DIDNT RAKE A STUPID PHOTO

I hated that match SO MUCH that STUPID THREEHEADED ASS

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fishermanshook · 8 days ago

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IS THE FIC IN THE WORKS??? WHAT THE FUCK

yes because it’s already 7385847k words and they’re already five AU’s in the work /j

No but it has kind of been set up already 😭 haven’t done anything more to it but…yeah

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fishermanshook · 9 days ago

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me waiting for my silly astro fic. (this is a joke im just insane about him srry pookie♡)

you’re NEVER getting it…

It’s called REMEMBERING YOU. The new one you sent in lol

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fishermanshook · 9 days ago

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Sometimes i get the urge to read about a very random and specific thing on wikipedia hence yesterday i ended up in a rabbit hole reading about earwax and it absolutely blew my mind that earwax can be either dry or wet depending on your ethnicity/descent. I had NO idea there is dry earwax in the first place this fact literally altered my brain chemistry….. like i’m doing something and my mind suddenly goes like….earwax….earwax….earwax. Basing on studies people of european and african descent mainly have wet earwax meanwhile native americans and asians have the dry one…what the hell

I wonder what you’re screen time is…

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ASK: “Im not sure if you will do this one but general headcannons of toons reacting to a Dragon!Toon reader that has 4 pairs of wings and can fly super fast, but they are kind, loyal, and brave to their fellow toons.”

requester: @zeki-cosmos

WINGS ABLAZE.

( vee v. & gigi ) + gn!dragon!toon!reader

₊🐉📌˚⊹⋆ possible mischaracterization of dragons , reader deals with anxiety [#newtoon , Gigi] , readers a dirty little thief , take a sip of water whenever something described as “shiny, bright, sheeny” [Gigi] , implied romantic feelings by the end , no beta we twist like Dandy , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

According to Delilah Keen, dragons are known for their “ferocious strength, relentless passion, and a deep sense of loyalty and possession over those they hold near and dear to their heart.” Gardenview thinks they captured this perfectly in their newest toon: you, a four-winged, fiercely devoted dragon fit to soar in the limelight.

It’s only a wonder how you’ll perform, but they believe in you, right?

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VEE VERSION ONE.

Gargoyles, cyclopes, dragons, and more—you’re nothing but another game show contestant to Vee. Someone to hurl question upon question at regarding trivial knowledge she already knows all too well. But a real dragon, one possessing abilities unlike any other, piques her interest. She says she’s just interested—name one toon that can breathe fire—but the Game Show Host knows there’s more to it. A feeling she has a thousand names for but refuses to label.

Vee pushes the thought down.

You’re loud, boastful, and proud; an undying ember who refuses to dim themself for the appeasement and comfort of others, but that never stops you from being kind, uplifting, and reliable when need be. You stomp your foot when mad and pick at your scales when bored. Your dragon tendencies cause you to clutch your valuables close to your heart, and soon, Vee finds herself even closer.

She’ll find random—albeit sensible—reasons to approach you; an invitation to a private interview only “special listeners” get to hear [Rodgers foaming at the mouth], an undying desire to touch your wings, to feel the ridges and bumps, the slight smoothness underneath her fingers, and a somewhat shy ask if you could fly her around the Lobby that she structured so it sounds like you offered instead. “Just to feel what it’s like.” The TV argued.

Vee is calculating, reasonable and methodical, following code exactly as it’s given with no room for error; not always because she wants to, but because it makes sense logically. Your fiery personality against her perceivably cold one makes others think you wouldn’t clash well together, but in reality, she keeps you grounded while you loosen her up. You straighten out Vee’s tail while she picks off any annoying scales that poke and prod in places they shouldn’t. It’s a…somewhat transactional type of relationship, but each movement is done with exact precision and gentle hands. Your almost out-of-character tenderness makes her stoic front soften.

When you do finally take Vee on a trip around the lobby, her screen glitches, eyes blown wide in amazement. This is what the Dwight brothers aimed to achieve in the name of mankind. If the pioneers of air travel themself could see you right now, high in the sky with the wind bending to your will, they could only be jealous. Not of the altitude you’ve ascended to, but of the ability you’ve been able to capture without the use of gears and cogs.

Her arms tighten around your neck as she leans in close. “For safety,” she mutters. And while she’s not exactly lying, you can feel her screen heat up slightly at the proximity between you two. What was supposed to be you fulfilling Vee’s ask has turned into something much more than that. A closeness you can’t recall, a rhythm your hearts never quite played.

I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try to figure the feeling out.

GIGI.

Gigi doesn’t take much interest regarding you as a person than she does with the idea of adding something new to her cave of treasures. You’re just another toon, one with their own set of secrets and hidden abilities only time can reveal, but a trinket or two could let her in on some of that top-secret information you keep oh so close to your chest.

Your unique confidence and infectious enthusiasm are what truly captivate Gigi, like an unearthed gem gleaming in the luster of its light. Not many people radiate that same, adventurous and bold spirit of yours, and she’s quick to take advantage of that. “Come on—! We’ve got better stuff to do than this.” She exclaims.

Your combined chaotic energy is not something to mess with. Together, you two are top-tier troublemakers who are always stirring up some avant-grande mischief. [Tisha’s usually the one forced to clean it up, but you send your condolences in slightly burnt flowers she’s not sure where you get.] It always ends as silly stories to tell the kids, but you’re warned by Dandy to not ignite their troublesome side with your vivid reenactments.

Gigi steals from everyone; that is a fact, but when she hears of YOUR hoarding habits—the mother load of shiny stones and precious metals you have hidden away somewhere in the depths of your room—she’s immediately intrigued. It’s too lonely of a world for a skilled pick-pocket like her, and she’s dying to see what you’ve got stored away. But bad habits die hard, and as much as you love the girl, you think it’s a bit too early for her to goggle at the riches you hold so near and dear to you. The risk of her nabbing something when you’re not looking—the thought of anyone trying that on you—has your heart hurting and your walls skyrocketing. Too many in the past have attempted to take what’s not theirs, and you wouldn’t wish to lose a friend in the crossfire.

Gigi likes the shiny things—you both do, the ones that glimmer when the light hits it just right—but unlike you, the Gambler doesn’t care for its monumental value as much. Could be a polished-looking penny a kid dropped or a cheap, sheeny beaded necklace from the Prize bin somewhere in the Staff room. The story—one she can spin and weave into whatever she wants—is much more valuable to her than the item's image. You, on the other hand, only have room for the costly things. The high-end jewelry left on the “Lost and Found” table near the founder's room, the children’s collectibles adults doesn’t even realize our worth houses in the outside world, and the expensive golden watches that reflect just what you are: a thief.

It’s a bad habit of yours to often pick at your scales. There are small but noticeable patches along your toon that expose the skin underneath, and the scolding you earn from Delilah doesn’t help. In an attempt to combat this issue, Gigi presented to you a “Worry Stone.” A small, smooth stone with an indent in the middle to indicate where your thumb should lie. You almost passed it up at first; you’re the newest toon, what would Gardenview think of you having to use a stupid worry stone to calm your nerves? And there’s no way the engraving can fit your thumb claw and all, and what about—

“Shhhh, baby you’re overthinkin’ it again,” Gigi quipped as you found her sleeved hand pressed square against your lips. “This is exactly what it’s for! Trust me, I wouldn’t have given it to you and I do not think you needed it.” And with a sigh and a low ‘thanks girly,’ you take it.

It’s a long time down the road before you let her take a dip into your hoarded treasures, but all the glint and gleam of your precious artifacts don’t compare to the awe written across the gachapon's face. Her hands caress each jewel, and every shiny beaded necklace Gigi swears was designed for you, with nothing but the utmost care. Very different from her usual grubby hands.

“See something you like? It’s yours for the taking.” You say, watching as her fingers twitch over a shimmering medallion.

“Dawwwww…you’re too sweet sugar, but I don’t think I could ever take from you.” Gigi comments, eyes still hovering over the medallion.

“Gigi.”

“OKAY OKAY—FINE! Love you so much doll, mhwa, mwha, mwha!”

note: hiiiiii dandy’s world x reader fandom…I know it’s been a minute since my last fic—DONT ASK ABOUT A PART TWO—but I want to thank everyone whose sent in a request and for your patience! writers block has been terrible and I appreciate all the goated ideas that have been sent my way. I hope these headcanons brightened up your day a bit.

also goob was supposed to be apart of this but I scrapped his ass 😭 sorry goob lovers one day trust

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