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Adrenaline + Spite Steddie 6.1K Warnings: Use of IV’s Summary: Sound check, to none of his surprise, is mind numbing and like a new brand of torture. His monitors are making his ears feel uncomfortable and achy, and every time Gareth hits a drum or cymbal, it rings out through his head like a gunshot. He’s pretty sure he’s five seconds away from throwing the man’s hi-hat off the stage when he then changes to his mic, the one only the band can hear in their mix. Notes: Rockstar AU! This is basically just a one off from the actual AU I’m writing that shows how he and Steve meet. This fic though is established relationship steddie. Band jargon is based on my own time in a band, though obviously mine wasn’t big like Corroded Coffin. They are loosely based off of P!ATD, but metal. In the actual fic I eventually post you’ll get a lot of background about Eddie and the band. I hope you guys enjoy!

As they head into the large, twenty thousand person arena, Eddie sniffles and rubs his nose on his shoulder, one hand holding his water bottle, the other carrying his guitar case. He’s been fighting the sniffles off since last night, but now his throat’s starting to hurt in a way that doesn’t bode well for the show that’s in ten hours. When he’d woken up, it had been barely anything, but in the hour the guitarist has been up and about, his throat’s turned raw, and swallowing is agonizing.

“Did you see how many people are already lined up? Crazy huh,” Jeff says to no one in particular.

They’re used to playing a venue this big, but this is Chicago , and the sheer amount of dedication the fans have around here is kind of surprising. Tim nods and Gareth laughs, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“And how many are here for the VIP thing?”

“Thirty,” Chelsea; their tour manager speaks up, her blonde hair coiled into a neat bun on the top of her head, similar to Eddie’s messy one.

“Okay, not too bad then,” Tim breathes a sigh of relief.

“Not like DC. Jesus Christ, like…why the fuck would Zack add to the amount?”

“Because, Gareth, he lives for chaos,” Eddie finally speaks up, thankful when no one seems to notice anything is amiss.

It’s true. Zack, their bodyguard, assistant manager, and close friend thrives in chaos, and while usually he goes easy on everyone and only picks a few people out of the line every show, four nights ago he’d picked an extra fifteen. If he picks that many again, Eddie might actually tackle him. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with almost fifty individuals. Jake, their photographer and videographer for the tour; another friend of theirs that they’ve been working with for nearly eight years, comes up in front of them, getting some of their conversation. Eddie makes a face for the camera before getting up close to the lens, sticking his tongue out.

“If you lick thi-”

“I’m not going to ruin your precious seven thousand dollar equipment, Jacob,” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, then takes another long sip of coffee.

They get down to the green room, a big room with a large vanity on one wall, mirrors above it. There’s a few couches and seats, a large coffee table in the middle with their usual food requests like peanut m&m’s, popcorn, and packs of water. Everyone sets their bags down, and Eddie’s eyes move from one couch to another before picking the one in the middle, sprawling out.

“Nice man, leave room for the rest of us,” Tim rolls his eyes but there’s no heat, and Eddie just grins back at him, making no attempt to move. Gareth walks over and sits directly on top of the eldest member, half on his thighs and half on his stomach.

“Dude, get the hell off!”

“Nah, I like this seat.”

About to protest again, the twenty six year old opens his mouth but a cough bubbles up and he turns quickly, shielding his face with his arm so he doesn’t cough all over his band mates. As he twists back, congestion floods his head, like it’s been knocked loose by the jagged movements. His nose is no longer runny but completely stuffed up, serving only to make Eddie feel worse.

“Can you hand me a water bottle? Swallowed the wrong way,” he looks at Jeff, who nods and snags one for him, even going so far as to uncap it. The drummer currently on his lap moves so he’s able to sit up, and as the water slides down the man’s throat, he does his best to hide a wince.

Taking the cap from the bassist, Eddie leans forward a little, propping his arms against his knees, holding the water bottle to his forehead lazily while Chelsea runs through what their timeline today is. He knows it’s the same as every other show, but the woman always insists on going through it anyway. The two other bands touring with them are still on their way after hitting traffic, so the boys end up all at the vanity in a line, signing forty posters, passing them down like an assembly line.

Mindlessly signing, Eddie feels his nose twitch from congestion, so he rubs a knuckle against it. The feeling only intensifies into a tickle that winds its way through his sinuses and into his nose, making him finally pause mid signature, pulling the neck of his black tee-shirt up and over his face.

“hih’ATSCHuhEW! ihKKch’uhew!”

“Bless you,” Gareth throws his way, and Eddie nods before-

“ihGKkheshuhEW! Christ,” he sniffles, though with his nose completely blocked it doesn’t do much help at all.

“Man, you good?”

“Yeah, Jesus, sorry,” Eddie doesn’t see any tissues around so he gets up and heads to the bathroom that’s connected at the end of the green room, grabbing some toilet paper to blow his nose into. It doesn’t help much, but the need to sneeze retreats. When he gets back to his seat, he sees he’s fucked up his signature entirely. Taking his sharpie, he writes ‘oops! sorry!’ and then puts an arrow pointing to the signature. Hopefully that makes up for it.

As the other two bands arrive and start sound check, the band members, Jake and Zach play around the arena. For once, Eddie isn’t on his skateboard whizzing around or throwing a football like usual. Instead, he’s lying on the concrete ground near the sound guy, feeling the kick drum being played reverberating through his skull.

A chill runs up his spine, causing him to sit up and rub his face. Arena’s are always cold, especially to him since he’s already cold natured, but it’s almost different, this chill. It’s deeper somehow, like it’s clinging to his insides, burrowing into him with no intention of letting up.

Sniffling into his wrist, Eddie coughs quietly and sits up. He feels exhausted and wants to lay down on something better than cold concrete. Standing, he heads over to Chelsea, giving her a smile.

“Hey, I’m going to the green room for a few minutes,” the twenty six year old informs, thankful when he doesn’t sound too terrible.

Chelsea nods, typing away on her phone. “Sounds good, I’m ordering some lunch for everyone. It’ll be here in a bit,” she responds, not bothering to look up.

Walking back down the hallway and stairs, the curly haired man makes it to the green room and collapses back onto the couch he’d occupied previously. He wishes Steve was laying with him instead of at home, probably watching tv with Robin since Not Just Coffee is closed Tuesdays. Grabbing his phone, he pulls up their text thread and sighs.

Miss you.

It’s innocuous enough that his boyfriend won’t think much of it, but will probably reply. Shutting his eyes, Eddie shifts so he’s on his back, stomach and hands resting on his stomach as he waits. As he relaxes, everything starts weighing down on him- just how sore this throat is, how achy he feels, how his sinuses feel stuffed with congestion and his nose is running.

A few minutes pass before his phone vibrates against his skin. Slowly bringing the screen close, he smiles.

Miss you too. Robin says hi.

Hey Birdie. What’re you guys up to? Adventuring and causing havoc?

Very funny. No, we’re just having a slow day. Made pancakes, now we’re waiting for Nance to come over. It’s raining here so we’re just watching movies all day.

Jesus I wish I was there, could cuddle up with you and take a nap.

Tired? You guys had a long drive last night right?

Yeah. Long drive, slept like shit.

I’m sorry babe. Hopefully you can rest a little before run through.

Currently alone in the green room laying on the couch.

Alone huh? 😏

As much as I would love to indulge in getting each other off, I wouldn’t be surprised if Zack came down. He’s too good at knowing when we are. Plus lunch will be here soon.

Damn. Not that I could really do it either right now.

Can’t wait to see you again. It feels like it’s been years.

Four days you goof.

Still. Feels like 4 years.

I miss you too Eds. So much. You go try and relax some before lunch. I’ll talk to you later. ❤️

Love you Stevie. Have fun watching movies. Tell Nancy I say hi.

Love you too. I will.

The second Eddie finishes reading the last text, he deflates. He shuts his eyes again and ends up drifting as he thinks about his friends and boyfriend, about Eggnog their cat and how he can’t wait to be home.

“Food’s here!”

Eddie jerks awake, sitting up as everyone clambers through the green room door. Quickly, he rubs his eyes and brushes a few stray curls from his face. He feels no better, but no worse, so that’s a win in his book. Chelsea, Jeff and Gareth are carrying bags of food in their arms. He tries to sniff the air to see what they’ve brought but when he does he’s met with a stuffed up nose and he holds a cough in.

“What’s for lunch?”

“Chinese. She ordered some of everything,” Tim tells him as said bags are placed on the table.

Everyone gets what they want, but Eddie’s not concerned with the race for it all. He knows there will be a little container of lo mein somewhere in a bag, his usual. As expected, the white box is handed to him and he’s grateful this is his favorite thing and not spicy orange chicken.

Zack and Jake crack open fortune cookies as Eddie stabs at a piece of carrot to go along with some noodles, knowing he needs to eat even if he doesn’t want to. Feeling like one big ache, the guitarist eats silently.

“Dude are you good? You’ve been weirdly quiet today. And you’re like…not being you.”

Gareth looks at him with concern, and Chelsea and Zack seem to realize this too, turning toward him.

“I’m good. Just tired,” he lies. “Trying to save all my energy for tonight.”

When they all look skeptical, he sighs and throws his head back dramatically, ignoring the swimming sensation that overtakes his brain.

“Don’t you worry you’re pretty, mother hen heads, I, Eddie Munson, am ready for a great night. Someone just happened to keep me up last night from snoring,” Eddie shoots Jeff a look, who looks guilty.

“Sorry dude.”

“No harm done, as long as you guys don’t continue to talk shit about me,” he gives a grin.

That seems to placate everyone, and they go back to eating lunch. Eddie relaxes a little, not wanting to have to deal with everyone being annoyed at him. By the time they’re all finished, he feels just slightly better, his head isn’t hurting as badly and the chill seems to have receded somewhat. He can do this.

Sound check, to none of his surprise, is mind numbing and like a new brand of torture. His monitors are making his ears feel uncomfortable and achy, and every time Gareth hits a drum or cymbal, it rings out through his head like a gunshot. He’s pretty sure he’s five seconds away from throwing the man’s hi-hat off the stage when he then changes to his mic, the one only the band can hear in their mix.

After going through Jeff’s guitar and vocals, and then Tim’s bass, they reach Eddie, who’s flopped on his back yet again, making it harder for their sound guy Brian to see when he needs his mix adjusted. Oh well. Standing, Eddie heads up to his mic that’s placed in its stand, and starts reciting his usual sound check spiel about how they need to stay focused tonight, how they need to put on the best performance of their lives.

He keeps his mouth directly against the mesh of the mic, lips dragging over it. He’s probably germing it up like crazy, but it’s only for him through the whole tour, and he can wipe it down later. After talking, he knows the next step is singing a few bars, so he takes a breath and hopes to whatever deity is out there that his voice doesn’t crack.

Miraculously, it doesn’t. That is, it doesn’t until they’re halfway through running their first song with the full track and lights, and his voice catches as he goes to hit a higher note. Eddie winces, Tim and Jeff laugh, and Gareth’s voice rings through their in-ears.

“Damn, that could have been on a highlight reel. Was Jake recording?”

Eddie shoots the finger towards the drummer, continuing to sing, though he sings ‘fuck off Gareth’ instead of the actual lyrics.

They go through only three of their 17 song set. It’s the lead guitarist and vocalist who calls it, his throat screaming in protest. He’s starting to worry about how exactly he’s going to get through tonight’s set. He’s pushed through a show with a stomach virus, even performed last year with a high fever, but he’s never had to deal with a sore throat this intense before.

“Okay, I think we’re good. We just played everything yesterday. If you guys have stuff you need to work through, go ahead, but if you don’t need me, I need to pee,” Eddie addresses his band mates, who all look at him skeptically as he sets his guitar down.

“You’re good man, go before you pee your parents,” Tim assures, and Eddie slides off the stage to find the nearest restroom.

A couple of minutes later, after peeing, blowing his nose a few times and washing his hands, the musician makes his way back out, hands still damp due to no paper towels. He refuses to use the hand dryers that blow air out thanks to having read some article online about how they harbor bacteria. Chelsea is right outside the door, waiting for him, making him jump.

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

The woman smirks and shakes her head before going back to looking serious.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been…unusually unenergetic today. And if you’re too sick to perform, I need to know now, instead of an hour before the sh-“

“I’m fine, Chelsea. Do I feel a little under the weather? Yeah, I guess. But definitely not bad enough to cancel,” he shakes his head, feeling suddenly prickly and ready to fight.

“Because the flush on your cheeks and the sound of your voice is very convincing,” she deadpans, and Eddie tenses.

“I know what I’m doing! I know my limits. I know what I can and can’t do. Don’t try and tell me you know how I feel.”

Arguing isn’t usually something he does with people on tour, but if he does, 9 times out of 10 it’s with Chelsea or Gareth. She looks at him and he stares back, as if to challenge her. Finally, she breaks eye contact.

“If you pass out on stage, don’t blame me,” she says tersely, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, alright. Tonight’s going to be the best show yet, just wait and see.”

An hour later, the vip stuff starts. 36 people are lined up outside the green room, hanging out in the expansive hallway. A few at a time, people all over the age range spectrum come in, meeting and talking to the band for a couple of minutes. Jake gets a photo for everyone, and then they move to the next people. Eddie keeps his energy up, though not as high as he usually would. A few girls in their young twenties seem to notice, one asking if he’s alright.

“I’m good sweetheart, don’t worry. Jeff just kept me up all night snoring,” he jokes playfully, tossing a look back to the guitarist, who gives him the finger.

By the end of the meet and greets, Eddie feels significantly worse. There’s only thirty minutes till the concert, which means an hour and thirty minutes until Corroded Coffin goes on. Sitting down, he leans his elbows and forearms against his thighs, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. Hair falls in front of him. Fuck.

A hand on his shoulder has him looking up. Zack’s standing there with Chelsea, everyone else looking from behind the two.

“You’re sure you’re alright to do this tonight?”

Eddie nods, giving what he hopes is a convincing smile. “Yep, I’ll be good to go. Preserving my energy,” he explains, waving a hand in the air lazily.

Zack doesn’t look fully convinced, and he must not be, because a moment later, the back of his hand connects with the musician's forehead. The bearded man looks back at their manager, sharing a look.

“Definitely need to find some Tylenol, maybe a thermometer too.”

“I’ll go find someone on the event medical staff,” Chelsea scurries off, leaving all the boys alone.

“Dude, don’t push yourself,” Tim says worriedly. “Canceling one show won’t-“

“I’ve performed through far worse than a cold, dude,” Eddie says, not bothering to open his eyes as he shifts so he can lay down, stretching his legs out.

Zack, Tim, Jeff and Gareth all start horsing around, telling jokes to Jake’s camera. Jake moves closer to Eddie, talking.

“Sick as hell and still going strong! What a trooper he is.”

For his part, Eddie just cracks an eye open and sticks his tongue out. “Nothin’s gonna keep me from performing, baby!”

A few minutes tick by and then Chelsea is walking back in with two women dressed in navy shirts and bdu’s. Their shirts have little ‘Fulton County EMS’ emblems on the upper right corner, the man notices as one crouches in front of him. She’s got long dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and he thinks she’s maybe from some eastern country. She’s pretty, and he gives her a tired smile.

“Hey, Eddie, right? Hear you’re not feeling so great,” she says sympathetically. “I’m Violet, that’s my partner Julie,” she gestures to the other woman who’s rummaging around a red bag.

“Nice to meet you,” he rasps, clearing his throat and wincing. “Sorry to be such a pain in the ass.”

“It’s what I’m here for, don’t worry. Trust me, this is more exciting than dealing with a split lip or concussion,” she assures, slipping a stethoscope off that’s hanging around her neck.

He stays cooperative as she listens to his lungs and takes his blood pressure and heart rate. Julie slips a thermometer under his tongue and holds it there. When it beeps, she slips it back in its pouch.

“101.5.”

A few of the guys in the room make sympathetic noises.

“And you wanna perform?” Violet asks, grabbing her own light from her pocket. “Open wide for a sec.”

“Just because I have a silly fever doesn’t mean I can’t perform,” Eddie shrugs before complying.

“Damn, those are some of the worst looking swollen tonsils I’ve seen. No wonder you sound awful.” She pats his shoulder and grabs a bottle of water. “Alright, I’m gonna give you a strong dose of ibuprofen, and we’re gonna get a banana bag; electrolytes basically, hooked up to you. That should be able to get you through the show. But I’d suggest finding a doctor to check you over fully tomorrow. Not sure if you should really continue going for the next couple of days,” Violet explains.

“Thank you, we’re definitely going to be seeing someone tomorrow,” Chelsea nods.

Julie’s been unraveling some tubing and getting things hooked up, and soon Violet’s swabbing the crook of his left arm.

“Alright, just a quick pinch okay?”

The IV is started and Eddie shivers, taking the ibuprofen as the electrolytes start getting pushed into his body. There’s only 45 minutes before they start, 35 until they need to head up. Eddie hopes this shit will work, because it’s starting to hit him now, just how sick he really feels.

He’s been laying there for 24 minutes when his phone buzzes. Grabbing it, he sees Steve’s name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Steve’s voice is all worry, and he’s confused as to how he would even know.

“What?”

“Jeff posted a photo of you with the caption ‘fever of one-oh-one and still determined to rock tonight’s show’. You sound miserable, baby.”

“I’ll be ok, got an IV giving me the good stuff,” Eddie says softly. When he sees Tim starting to get up, and the other two following, Eddie sniffles and sits up. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you after. Love you.”

“Be safe. Love you too.”

Violet comes over and takes his IV out, wrapping his arm with a bright red bandage, laughing when Eddie grins.

“Matches my guitar.”

“I tried to, at least,” she grins back.

“Thank you, seriously.”

His voice sounds no better, but he can tell the fluids have helped a bit, no longer feeling like death warmed over, more like death lukewarm-ed over. Coughing into his arm, the curly haired man stands and shivers, but takes his sweatshirt off, revealing a plain black tee. He grabs his signature denim vest from his bag and slips it on, realizing he probably should have put some kind of makeup on to at least hide the dark circles under his eyes. Too late now.

Downing half a bottle of water as they walk up the stairs and down the hallway to the back of the stage, the others turn to him.

“You got this man!” Jeff squeezes his shoulder. Tim nods in agreement.

“If anyone can do this while sick, it’s Eddie fuckin’ Munson.”

“…if you need a second at any point, just…please take it?” Gareth looks at his best friend. Eddie nods.

They head out on stage where the curtain is drawn. Picking up his guitar, the twenty six year old lets out a breath, coughs a few times, then tries to relax. This is what he was born to do. A cold isn’t going to get in the way of it. He can hear the crowd on the other side of the stage for a moment before slipping his in-ears in, then it’s muffled considerably.

“5…4…3…2…1…”

They all start playing as the curtain opens, and Eddie lets himself get lost in the adrenaline high, energy suddenly thrumming throughout his body.

They have seven songs left when Eddie, who’s been doing great all things considered with the past ten, starts flagging. He’s as energetic as always, no different than any of the other concerts. Anyone who doesn’t know he’s sick shouldn’t have a clue that he’s still sporting a fever of 101. Corroded Coffin starts up on another song and the lead vocalist sings out, turning once to cough in the middle of the verse. While Jeff plays a solo, he uncaps a bottle of water and takes a few gulps, trying to soothe the pain in his throat that’s now back with revenge.

He goes back to singing seven seconds later, fingers moving effortlessly across the guitar neck. As they fade into the next song, Eddie wonders if it’s the lights beating down on him that’s making him feel a little too hot. Swallowing, he comes in on the verse a half second late, but manages to pick back up and correct himself. This song turns out to be the one that alerts all the fans of just how sick Eddie actually is.

It’s long, he and Jeff both have guitar solos, and it also happens to be the one that’s maybe the heaviest vocally there is, with louder and harsher demand on his vocal chords. The adrenaline high is crashing rapidly. Halfway through the song he pulls back from the mic, coughing raggedly into his arm, wincing at how it hurts his throat. Jeff manages to step up and continue leading when Eddie; red cheeked and suddenly wan looking, takes a shaky sip of his water.

When it doesn’t help anything, he continues to let Jeff take it, walking to the back of the stage to cough more, gagging from the force of it.

“Dude, you okay?” Gareth’s voice comes through their monitors, and Eddie waves him off, nodding as he straightens back up.

As soon as he turns to make his way back, he coughs again, wincing as it tears at his throat and makes his ears ache. His right temple is throbbing and the musician feels a wave of weakness wash over him, like his whole body gets its bones replaced with jelly, like his muscles are now spaghetti noodles. Holy shit this isn’t good.

“Eddie, man, what’s going on,” Gareth tries again. He looks over past the stairs off to the side of the stage at Zack and Chelsea, who start moving to the sound booth to get to the only way to communicate with them, the mic that their engineer has.

Jeff is finishing the song now, and as the band lapses into silence to change the tuning of their instruments, they look at each other. Eddie looks at Gareth and shakes his head, feeling fuzzy. He knows this isn’t good. The crowd is starting to get a little rambunctious, and Eddie feels like if he tries to sing one more note he might actually cry or throw up. Or both.

“Eddie, what’s going on? Gareth is he ok?” Chelsea’s voice is loud in the four band mates' ears. Eddie pops one of his IEM’s out, then meets Gareth’s eyes.

“I feel really fucking shitty Gareth…I need to sit or something…fuck…” he says close to the man’s ear. His voice sounds like he’s swallowed glass, like it’s a mouthwash he’s gargled with, and he sounds exhausted and weak. The drummer winces and goes to hold his own mic close.

“We’re gonna have to stop. He can’t…”

No one really knows what to do exactly. They’ve never had to stop a show before. Finally, even through his fever-fogged brain, Eddie goes back up to his mic and takes it off its stand, guitar still hanging from his shoulder.

“Hey guys.”

The arena goes silent, all 19,000 people suddenly hushing. It’s almost eerie.

“Uh, some of you might know if you follow Jeff on Instagram but…” Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “I’m really fucking sick. I thought I could get through the show tonight, got an IV and everything beforehand,” he trails off to cough away from the mic.

“I don’t think I can finish, my whole body is basically screaming at me if I don’t lay down in the next ten minutes it’s gonna make me lay down whether I want to or not. I’m so sorry, this isn’t fair to any of you guys, and it sucks major ass. I’ll uh, see if we can do something for you guys, so don’t lose your tickets,” he talks with as much energy as he can muster, but it’s falling flat even to his own ears.

“Thank you guys for being understanding, and for coming. It means the world to get to see everyone enjoying our songs. I hope you guys don’t hate us too much for cutting it short. Thanks again, and have a good night.”

Eddie sets his mic back into its holder, then takes his guitar off. Gareth, Jeff and Tim are all watching him with worried eyes, scrambling to get out their equipment down too, and follow their friend.

“Fuck,” Eddie mumbles, stopping just to get his bearings.

He leans back against the cool brick wall, shivering, simultaneously too hot and too cold. He slides down into a sitting position, knees against his chest. A second later his band mates, Zack, Chelsea, Jake, and both Violet and Julie are around him. Zack’s on the phone, Jake’s camera is loosely around his neck, and his eyes are wide. Chelsea looks stunned, and so do the other three band members.

“Hey, Eddie, how’re you feeling?” Violet asks.

“Like fucking garbage.” It comes out weak and shaky, the opposite of what he’s trying for, wishing it had come out playful and dramatic.

A thermometer is once again slipped into his mouth, and he stays silent. A beep, and it’s pulled out.

“102.6. Let’s get him moved back to the green room, that way he can actually lay down. Eddie, hun, do you think you can walk?”

“Yeah,” Eddie stands, feeling entirely too shaky. He stubbornly walks the whole way, not embarrassing himself more than he already has by needing help. He gets to the couch in the green room just as he feels himself woozy.

He hears Jeff and Tim talking about his fever, wondering how he performed at all. Gareth’s on the phone with someone.

“Alright, so…do we just let him try to sleep this off? Or do we get him to an ER? Or?” Chelsea bites at her lip.

“With the fact he’s had fluids and a fever reducer in the past two hours and is still this sick, I’d probably suggest transporting to the ER, just so they can figure out what’s going on. I know you guys travel a lot too, so it’ll probably speed the whole process up. We can get him hooked back up to fluids, get him an ice pack or two, see if we can get that fever down. Eddie? How’s your chest? You breathing alright?”

The guitarist looks up at Violet with fever bright eyes and nods. “S’good. Throat hurts, body hurts, head hurts,” the man mumbles, shivering.

“Eds, she thinks it’s best to go ahead and take you to the ER, that’ll help get you feeling better. Is that alright?”

“S’fine…can I have my phone?”

Gareth hands it to him and he fumbles to get it in his pocket.

“Alright, we’re gonna get you on the stretcher okay? It’s just a few steps away, you think you can make it there? These guys can help pick you up if you wa-“

“They’ll drop me, I got it,” Eddie attempts to joke, knowing they wouldn’t actually, not in this serious of a situation.

“Hey man! I wouldn’t drop you!” Gareth says indignantly, now off of his cell phone. He moves close to the gurney as Eddie gets on, giving him a smile. “We’ll try and see you in a bit. We’re gonna go head down to see some of the fans as a consolation prize,” he laughs, and Tim squeezes his shoulder. Jeff jokingly presses a kiss to his head.

“Feel better man.”

“Thanks. Have fun getting trampled and felt up.”

From there it’s a blur. Eddie starts dozing restlessly, catching tiny things like him getting a new IV, being asked about his last oral intake (which he barely mumbles out), and getting taken into the freezing night air. He holds the scratchy, thin blanket tighter, then opens his eyes for a moment. Hundreds of fans are looking over, most with their phones out.

Weak and shaky, he makes the ‘rock and roll’ hand sign, keeping his pinky and pointer finger up, then raises it in the air, arm shaking the whole time. Violet snorts beside him as they maneuver and lock the stretcher into place before electronically raising the wheels up, sliding it into the truck.

“Alright mister rock and roll, we’re gonna out this IV into your hand, have a preference which one?” Violet smiles, and Eddie just stares confusedly.

The next time he’s coherent and lucid enough to truly process what’s going on, he’s got an ice pack on his forehead and on both sides of his neck and under his armpits. He’s no longer in the back of an ambulance, instead he’s in a room with sterile white walls that smells of antiseptic and plastic.

Feeling like he’s been hit by a bud, Eddie’s about to fall asleep again when a noise to his left has him forcing his eyes back open. There, sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair is Steve, scrolling on his phone. Blinking, the musician coughs a little, which makes his boyfriend look up.

“Eds.”

The nickname comes out shaky, and Eddie instantly reacts, moving his arm out, but it catches on something and he hisses. Looking down, he now notices that there’s an IV line coming out from the top of his hand, blue veins standing out against his paler than normal skin. Oh. Right.

“Stevie…” he coughs, just barely able to turn away. A shiver runs through his body and he lets his eyes shut again. A hand scoots under his own, making him smile a little.

“I was eating dinner with Robin and suddenly my phone starts blowing up with Twitter and Instagram notifications of people asking if you’re okay,” Steve says softly. “I didn’t even know you had to stop the show, I just suddenly saw all these photos of my dumb boyfriend getting wheeled on a stretcher into an ambulance.”

“M’sorry…”

“It’s not your fault…mostly. I mean. It is. But…right now I’m just glad you’re relatively ok,” the twenty four year old shifts his chair close enough he can lean against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Where’s everyone?”

“Chelsea and Zack are out grabbing some food. The guys are staying in a hotel for the night, everyone else is going ahead and heading to Indianapolis to hang for a few days till you’re feeling well enough. How are you feeling?”

“Worse than I think I’ve ever felt in my life,” he admits, fiddling with the IV tube.

“Well you have strep, and the beginnings of an ear infection. Doc said this is one of the worst cases of strep he’s seen that hasn’t progressed to scarlet fever,” Steve explains, running a hand through his hair. Eddie melts into the touch.

“Thought scarlet fever was from like, the 1800’s.”

“Still around. It’s when strep progresses.”

“Ugh this sucks. I had to cancel in the middle of the show,” Eddie rubs his face with his free hand. He starts coughing, not stopping until Steve holds a straw to his lips and he sips at water. It hurts like a bitch.

“Yeah, a bunch of people dm’d me videos. You sounded so fucking sick Eddie, how the hell did you even do that much of the concert?”

“Adrenaline and spite.”

Snorting, Steve shakes his head and kisses his temple. “Try and rest ok? They’re pumping you full of fluids and antibiotics. Think they also said something about giving you a dose of steroids for your poor throat if you want it. Your tonsils are apparently very impressive. Three nurses came in to see,” he laughs.

“Damn right they are,” Eddie gives a sleepy grin, sniffling. “Love you Stevie…thanks for driving up.”

“Eh, it was more for me than you,” the blue eyed man teases before nodding. “Even if I was 10 hours away I would have come. Just might have taken a little longer. Sleep now.”

When Eddie wakes up again, it’s dark. Steve is asleep in the plastic chair, and the musician feels bleary and disoriented. Blinking, he sees his phone and tries to grab it but it clatters to the ground, effectively waking his boyfriend with a jolt.

“Wha?”

“Sorry, sorry…tried to grab my phone,” Eddie rasps. He notices his throat isn’t making him want to cry anymore. It’s still ridiculously painful, but nothing compared to twelve hours ago.

“Here…” Steve grabs the black iPhone and hands it to him.

Eddie shifts until he’s on the edge of the hospital bed, then looks at Steve with big eyes. “Join me?”

Moments later, they’re both snuggled against each other. The musician unlocks his phone, eyes widening at the sheer amount of notifications he has. There’s a bunch of texts from people on the crew, his band mates, as well as Wayne, a few friends, and even a couple of other musicians. Twitter and Instagram he’s afraid to even look at. Finally, after replying to the texts, he heads to Twitter, wincing at all the photos he sees of him doing a metal hand sign on the stretcher. He doesn’t even remember doing it.

Clicking the button to compose a new tweet, he leans his head against Steve’s shoulder.

To everyone at Corroded Coffin’s Chicago show- thanks for coming out and putting up with my sick as hell ass. Turns out strep throat, swollen tonsils and a fever don’t mix well with singing. If I’m honest, I barely remember the show at all. Anyone who got the meet and greet and hugged me, you should probably bathe in bleach. If you do get sick, DM me a photo of your ticket and your meds, and I’ll send you something special. Stay Metal my friends.

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#my fic #em #sh #st #cc #au #rockstarau #did i use a hard to see photo of stevie nicks for eddie? maybe

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nandysparadox · 10 months

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roses and blue teddy bears

Pairing: romantic royality; brotherly moxiety

Word count: 1343

cw: just fluff. a lot of it

Summary:

Roman finds his boyfriend waiting for him after his debut in the lead role of a musical. Patton discovers Roman has a question to ask after the graduation ceremony.

Two times Patton and Roman gifted each other flowers.

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fic for day 3 of @royalityweek!! ive been having so much fun writing these, and I kinda fell in love with this verse haha ❤️🩵😊

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: seasons/flowers

There was nothing better than this, Roman thought, as he looked over the crowd. The bright stage lights blurred his vision of the audience, but he still heard the cheers, the applause that set his blood roaring in his veins as he linked arms with his colleagues and took the final bow.

The walk to the dressing room was filled with laughter and the giddy satisfaction that came with the end of a performance. They were already all quite familiar with each other, Roman would say, but goodness if the debut of their show didn’t make them closer.

Carefully, he began to unbutton his suit, feeling the fabric brush his skin as he slipped it off. It felt all too professional, and it’s then that it hit him. He did it. Most times he could barely believe this was real. Roman supposed he’d have Patton to thank for that, convincing him to go to the audition in the first place. Roman chuckled under his breath, he’d lost a lot of faith over years of unlucky streaks.

And now he had one of the lead roles in an up-and-coming musical with a lot of potential. He would be the actor to originate the role on stage.

Like he said, unreal.

Despite all the excitement, changing out of costume was still a tedious process. The adrenaline wore off, after all, and as he rubbed his skin with the makeup wipe, trying to take off the stubborn mascara, he definitely felt it. By the time he was done, he wanted nothing more than to jump into bed.

A few people greeted and congratulated him on the way to the stage door. He was his usual, charming self, of course, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t rush the interactions a little. When he finally slipped away, he exited the theater with a sigh. Then stopped right in his tracks as he saw who was waiting just by the door.

He’d recognized those flower-embroidered overalls anywhere, along with that peek of black hair.

Patton’s face was almost fully hidden, covered by a bouquet so huge you could spot it from a building. A combo of red and white roses that looked right out of Queen of Heart's garden. It was lovely — and the gesture made Roman’s heart do all sorts of flips in his chest. Patton supported him in every performance, usually spotted somewhere in the first rows, but the fact that he chose to go above and beyond on this one, knowing how much it meant to him?

It made Roman want to kiss him until they ran out of air.

As if he noticed him in the same instant, Patton stuck his head out of the bouquet. He was beaming, bright and beautiful. “Honey! Congrats-”

He just couldn’t help it, Roman practically threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“Woah, careful with the flowers,” Patton giggled, moving the arrangement so they didn’t crush it. “Hello sweetie,” he whispered with a smile, coy and teasing. It was like a thread snapped.

Roman surged forward and pulled Patton into a kiss, practically melting when the other reciprocated. It was always like that with Patton, a kiss both warm and sweet, like hot chocolate with cinnamon. The kind that made Roman long to do it over and over again.

“I love you so much,” He breathed out as they pulled apart, and Lord knows the moon-eyed look he must’ve been giving Patton. He couldn’t find it in himself to care too much.

Patton chuckled, all mischievous as he fiddled with the collar of Roman’s button-up. “Well, thank you, honey.”

Huffing, Roman batted at his shoulder, causing Patton to laugh outright. Instantly, he softened.

It was the kind of laughter that sounded just as beautiful and melodic as ringing bells. The kind that made him want to rescind his previous statement on theater because he was certain that there wasn’t a thing in the world that was better than it.

“I love you too,” Patton said. “So much.”

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Excitement filled the auditorium as everyone geared up to leave the stage. Patton was more than ecstatic, of course, but after listening to speech after speech, he was more than ready to get out of those robes and head to the restaurant and celebrate with his family.

He ran a thumb across the certificate tube as he trailed down the stairs, feeling the leather in his fingertips. That was it, huh? A combined 8 years in the same university and now he had a Veterinary Medicine degree. It was weird to think about. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d really done it.

Patton smiled, holding his diploma tighter. Despite the uncertainty, an overwhelming sense of pride bloomed in his chest. It was like he was floating on air. He’d really done it… he’d be a vet! His dream job since he was 8 and his parents took him and his brother to the zoo. This was real.

It took a few seconds for him to spot his family in the crowd, but when he did, he found them waving with huge smiles on their faces. He was sure he matched that as he ran over, having to step aside a few stray caps. His mother hugged him tight before he could even get a word in, and his father was in a state, sobbing and fussing over Patton as much as he could. They congratulated him, teary-eyed and looking so proud Patton ended up shedding a few tears himself.

Virgil approached him, all stiff and awkward, and he thought his brother would give him one of his usual shoulder pats, but then all of a sudden he was pulled into a hug. One that lasted for a whole 15 seconds, which was quite long — for Virgil. When he pulled away, Patton could’ve sworn he saw tears in the corners of his eyes. He chuckled, but didn’t mention it — Virgil would probably deny it to his grave.

“Is Roman here?” Patton finally asked, after letting his parents snap a few pictures for the photo album. "He’d said he’d come.”

His mother smirked, putting a hand on her hip. “Look around, sweetie.”

Patton tilted his head, but he did so, turning around. What he saw made his eyes widen.

“No way.”

Roman waved at him with a grin, pushing a blue-painted pushcart, of all things. Flowers, light blue and blooming, filled the cart to the brim, along with heart-shaped boxes, chocolate bars, and a teddy bear resting right on top of them. Patton laughed in delight, though it might’ve come off more as a squeal.

“You’re crazy,” he said, eyeing the cart as Roman got closer. “What, is this Valentine’s or something?”

“Only about you, darling.” Roman winked, taking his hand and kissing it in a move that never failed to make Patton blush. “And no, more important than that.

Roman let go of his hand and hugged him tightly.

“Congratulations, my heart, I’m so proud of you.”

Roman had always been one for big gestures, but somehow he still surprised him every time. Patton beamed, feeling so happy he rocked on his feet. When they finally pulled apart, Patton leaned in and pressed a big kiss to Roman’s cheek.

“How did you get this thing in here anyway?” he laughed.

Roman shrugged, smirking like the cat who got the cream. “I have my ways,” he said, falling into silence as he ran a hand through Patton’s hair. He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if nervous all of a sudden, and cleared his throat. “Actually, could you get that plushie for me?”

Patton blinked and reached for the teddy bear. It was incredibly adorable. Made out of blue checkered fabric and with big black eyes. It even had a necklace! A thin golden chain that led down to…

A key?

When Patton looked back at Roman, the other was smiling bright enough to outshine the sun.

“Move in with me?”

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A/N:

he said yes, by the way ;)

first half takes place about 5 years after they met, while the second half takes place a few months later, after patton has finished veterinary school :>

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #royalityweek2023

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 2 years

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Love On Tour - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 8)

(Part 7)

Day Off.

“Oh my god, I am fine,” you laughed, pushing Harry’s face away from yours.

He had been next to you all night since your little scare at the show the previous night and as soon as you woke up, he was right there, staring at you.

“Just checking,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I ordered in breakfast and I’ve found some movies to watch-”

You sighed, “We don’t have to stay in all day. I know you wanted to go sightseeing before we left.”

“Well, that was before my girlfriend passed out at my show,” he said.

“I didn’t pass out… technically,” you responded. “And I’m fine.”

Harry shook his head, “Nope, we’re staying in. Maybe we can head out to dinner later, but I’ll feel better about you traveling if we take it easy today.”

You rolled your eyes, “So bossy.”

He smirked, “You like it.”

“Whatever,” you laughed, getting up from the bed.

You noticed you felt a little dizzy, so you sat up for a bit before standing up. You walked into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You sighed, gripping the sink, and taking deep breaths as the dizziness passed. There was definitely something going on, but you weren’t ready to face it yet. You just needed to wait a few more days. A few more days and if you didn’t get your period or you didn’t feel any better you’d take a test.

You walked back into the room where Harry had laid out the food onto the table. You both sat down and started eating breakfast quietly. You felt a churn in your stomach, but you ignored it.

“Will you tell me what really happened last night?” He asked.

You look up at him, “What do you mean? I already told you.”

He shook his head, “No, you told me half of what happened.”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, “I don’t know. I was fine and then all of a sudden, I felt hot and couldn’t breathe. Pretty sure it was an anxiety or panic attack. I’ve had them before, but it was worse last night. Glenne followed me to the bathroom and I guess my body just gave out, so I went to the dressing room. She got the EMS to check on me and they said I was dehydrated and overheated so they gave me an IV. Like I said, there’s just a lot going on that my body isn’t used to. I’ll be fine.”

Harry sighed, “Why didn’t you tell me? I knew you were stressing over being away, but I don’t want it to be to the point it’s making yourself sick.”

“I’m sure it will be okay in a few days,” you said. “Plus, the IV did seem to help. I just need to make sure I’m drinking more water and eating.”

“I need you to be okay,” he whispered, putting his hand over yours.

You sighed, getting up from your chair and sitting down in his lap, “I am okay and if anyone should be worried, it’s me. I mean you’re the one who is on stage for like two hours and traveling and everything.”

“I got this,” he smirked. “I’m good.”

“Same here,” you smirked.

He laughed pressing his lips against yours.

Later that day, you and Harry spent time watching movies and napping. Honestly, it was just what you needed. It took your mind off the fact you were late and your anxiety was lowered by the distraction. However, it was eating at you that you hadn’t told Harry yet. Part of you knew you should tell him, but the other part didn’t want to bring it up until it absolutely had to be brought up. Plus, actually saying the words out loud would make it more real and you were not ready for that.

Not yet.

Harry’s gaze was on the tv while you laid your head on his chest. His fingers grazed along your back and every so often he’d plant a kiss on your head.

“Can I ask you something?” you whispered.

“Always, love,” he smiled.

“What do you see in our future?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

You sit up to turn and look at him, “Like… Do you see me in your future? See us? You know, like together.”

He moved hair away from your face, “Of course. I don’t want a future that doesn’t involve you. Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I just wondered if you ever thought about getting married or having a family with me?”

“Yeah, I have,” he nodded. “I love you, why wouldn’t I want that with you?”

You smiled.

“What’s bringing this on?” He asked. “Do you want to get married?”

“Well, I mean, not like right now,” you laughed. “But I just wondered if maybe we should start thinking about the next step in our relationship. We’ve been together for a while. We live together. I’m not saying we have to rush into marriage or anything, but it should be something we talk about, you know we’re on the same page.”

“I get that,” he nodded. “And like I said, I do want to get married and have a family with you one day, but with getting back to touring and releasing a new album next year, plus with filming… it just would be a lot, you know?”

You weren’t sure why, but hearing him say that made your heart drop a little.

“No, I get it,” you said. “We’re both busy and adding all that other stuff would be a lot, but it’s just something I thought about.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to think it’s not because I don’t want to do any of that with you. You’re the only one I want to be my wife and the mother of my kids, one day. Just not in the near future.”

You forced a laugh, “I don’t think that. Again, I was just asking because we hadn’t really talked about it before.”

“True,” he nodded. “And it’s probably best if we're on the same page.”

“Exactly,” you replied.

He laughed, kissing your forehead. You forced a smile before excusing yourself to head to the bathroom again. You closed the door and slid down to the floor. You swallowed back the sobs threatening to spill from your throat. You understood where Harry was at, hell you even agreed with him. But it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. Anxiety filled up inside of you again. The nervousness of the unknown. The guilt from keeping it from Harry. The worry about how he would react, how you would even react. It was all too much for you. So, you sat there on the bathroom floor, alone, letting the tears stream down your face.

#Harry Styles Imagines #Harry Styles Fic

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skyburger · 8 days

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musings as i watch the phantom blood musical (under a cut if u dont want spoilers ect.)

perhaps i will not understand this as easily as i thought thats ok though i can pick out bits and pieces

the set is so fucking gorgeous dude <- HUGE sucker for a moving set of any kind

the opening threw me off a bit but i got the gist anyway i would NOT wanna be the lady dangling from the ceiling that looks scary

the costumes are soooo cool and im literally only at the carriage scene i just really like theatre costumes & victorian costumes & really any combination of the two is kind of guaranteed to make me crazy

THE SONGS ARE SO GOOD SO FAR this is literally the Ohmy god i was right the old man was speedwagon but i didnt expect That HELLO? HELLO?

also the speedwagon rap is actually really good hello like this first big ensemble number is so fucking good. speedwagon rapping over this choir should not sound this good BUT IT DOES

as much as i love to see theatre in person im glad im watching this at home so i can take notes on here LOL

somehow despite the fact rhat i can't understand most of this@i feel bad for dio anyway like idk him getting a solo ballad this early on is also helping

i need to look up dio's actor after this because his voice is really fucking good dude DUDE HE JUST STARTED THE CHORUS(?) BIT OHMY GOD

Stop making me feel bad for dio i already felt bad enough for him before this 😭😭

the way they have the levels ramp thing on the stage & they can spin it is really fucking cool

omg erina's pink dress is so pretty I LOVE U ERINA

jojo gets his ass kicked immediately 🙏 seeing this in almost slapstick stage fighting choreography is so OH MY GOD. DANNY? DANNY? imgoing to die like i dont know how else they would have done it but this rules

dio jumping out of the carriage that was so fun im glad they didnt make it more toned down

STOPPPP THE WAY HE KICKS DANNY...

not sure who this other guy is in this scene i dont think there was this guy in the show...?????

see dio had almost been tragic enough to make me feel bad for him but now hes back to being an asshole and i must say. of course it suits him but dio as a character and jjba as a whole but really Especially phantom blood is just super suited to the stage imo

OHHH SPEEDWAGON MY GUY SPEEDWAGON IS BACK

hello does george get a song? ihmy god he does?? IDK I JUST ASSUMED HE WOULDNT HAVE ANY SINGING BITS but dude has a killer voice

again despite the fact that im only picking up bits and pieces dio's actor is really fucking selling it dude like. Dio 😭😭

i saw a post from someone mentioning how much george joestar flips his coattails abd they were not kiddinOHHH SPEEDWAGON IS BACK BABYYYYY

i love love LOVE how speedwagon is the narrator

THIS SCENE IN THE RING THE WAY EVERYONE HOLDS & MOVES THE RING THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO FUCKING COOL

my goat danny is back 🔥🔥🔥

oh i was wondering when my guy jojo would get a solo like oooooh get it jojo sing ur ballad !!

really small detail but i like how danny's puppeteer has a hat on like the ones most of the ensemble has too... a newspaper boy cap for lack of a better descriptor

oh dude rhe way they did the backstory flashback thing with danny saving jojo while george narrates it to dio that was sick as hell i love it

again man. dios actor is fucking me UP he's selling every part pf this ive never felt tbis bad for dio & thats an accomplishment (i have felt very very sorry for dio before)

JOJO AND ERINA SONG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 JOJO ERINA DUET 🔥🔥🔥🙏🙏🙏🙏😭😭🥲😭🔥🙏🙏😭😭🔥🔥🔥🫡🫡🫡💕💕💕🫡

the way they start some lines by going "jojo!" "erina!" to each other is so fucking cute

i also do enjoy danny running around in the background of this like fuck dude! hes chilling

STOP THEYRE SO CUTE THE WAY ERINA LAUGHS WHEN HE LEAVES 😭😭😭😭

uh oh here comes faggottron3000 :/ he didnt do anything gay i just wanted to be mesn to him and in my defense he deserves it this scene

dude they held that kiss for a long-ass time ?!?! the choreography of dios posse blocking off erina's escape was super cool though

You cant keep doing this to me you cant keep making me feel bad for dio .

also didn't expect dario to have any singing bits but his actor is killing it as well the cast for this is fucking fantastic

dude i love a rock musical im very happy we got some electric guitars and drum kits in here like yesss fuck it up on the hi-hat!!! fuck it UP with the synth keyboard

Dude jojo & dio's actors are really good at ghe fighting choreography like jojo's actor is really good at flinging himself aftergetting fake-hit and like rolling away its astounding

its at rhis point i realize i dont actually know how far in i am or how long this is i didnt check. i feel like weve been on the jojo dio backstory bit for a While and danny's still here so its not over???

oh shit did we ever get to see erina's family in anhthing else i dont actually know. i think that was her dad but it couldve been someone else and she just mentioned her dad

STOP IT STOP IT I CANT KEEP FEELING BAD FOR DIO its ok im over itDUUUUUDE THEY SET DANNY ON FIRE AND HES FLOATING THISSHIT IS CRAZY

once again the practical effects on stage fucking rule

oh speedwagon's back here we go the timeskip is literally now LOL

is now a good time to mention i never actually finished part 1. like i know how it ends if course butHOLT SHITTTTT ITS ZEPPELI

zeppeli's fuckass tophat is even better on a real life person it makes you realize how silly it looks. But like it still totally works because its a musical im telling you a live theatre production can get away with so much shit

oh here we go baby THE COOL LEVELS AND LIFTING THEY DO FOR RHIS ENSEMBLE NUMBER FUCKING RULES

my guy speedwagon is back 🔥🔥🔥

alexander hamilton WISHES he had speedwagons talent

rugby on stage... i cant say ive ever seen thst before actually LOL

Stop making me feel bad for dio. you cant keep doing this to me. he didnt even do anything just rhe concept of dio maybe bettering himself and getting along with jojo makes me sad because its never gonna fucking happen

jojo having another solo still in his rugby uniform is a little funny though. again his voice is so fucking good the cast is fantastic

goddamn george joestar got some crazy fancy bed

WHO IS THIS GUY UTS THE GUY FROM THE PART WHERE DIO SHOWED UP AT THE MANSION im still not sure who this is <- should probably have finished part 1

kind of obsessed whth this guy the way he mimes the rugby game is so fucking funny

dio's purple outfit is fucking awesome though its very much megami ibunroku persona shades of purple to me but it totes suits him like ooooh get it dio

oh the mask spikes mechanism is very funny i love it

oh the staging for the reveal of jojo finding out dio's been poisoning his father is awesome HELLO DARIO CLIMBING OUT OF? HELLO?

STOP NAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR DIO THIS IS LITERALLY HIM POISONING GEORGE JOESTAR but like dude this actor could sell anything im so serious

Dio has fallen down the stairs at the met gala...

imgoing to die right now dio's actor cannot keep doing this to me.

jojo runs with such purpose but also very cartoonishly its awesome

dude did they not do an intermission during this whole thing??? or did they just edit ir out

SPEEDWAGON APPEARANCE SOON. I CAN TELL. EVEN IF I DISNT KNOW THE STORY I CAN JUST TELL THE MUSIC AND JOJOS SINGING SOUNDS MORE LIKE SPEEDWAGONS BITS

speak of the devil...!!!

ohmy god speedwagon and jojo fight choreography for that one bit that was so fun i love leaps and jumps this rules

YES!!!! YESSSS!!!!! YESSSSSSS!!!! <- sicko

SPEEDWAGON HAT ATTACK FUCKKKKK i was aondering how theyd do this

Put speedwagons hat back on he looks bald without it. even with all his beautiful hair he needs rhat hat its like mario without his hat you cant do that its wrong

speedwagon i loveyou so much thia fycking rules dude

please give him his hat back though.

Srop i cant do fhis dios not allowed ro show up anymore. do not make me pity dio. do not make me feel sorry for fucking dio.

the cape is fucking sick though

i honestly fid not think dario would show up this many times its fucking me up though dude. Dio is haunted by his awful father. ahat if we all blew up right now

oh the practical effects of the mask on someone js fun i love that

oh my god i think dio just went like. hes dead... and then the guy whi he put the mask on grabbed his hand and he went HES NOT DEAD

the guy who i dont know who he is. Love whatever the hell they did to his eyebrows

Oh hes like the guard or something there hello? maybe? this couls just be for dramatic effect but i feel like him putting on the helmet and rhat really completing the outfit means rhe former

oh that comment really Was right my guy george is just flipping his coattails dramatically left right and center... i get u dude. me too

dudeimgettung so sleep this is unrelated but if i pause this i will never fucking fibish it. and ill be up for ages anyway ill be fine LOL

oh i think george is singing aomething about like ummm along the lines of "i'm only human" (heard watashi (i) wa (am) ningen (human) didnt catch the rest of it. Again george's actor has a crazy good voice hes so fucking good

Oh shir zeppeli is back i have to be so real i forgot he was in this part. i kind of forget anything after like the end of episode 3 ish(?) (wherever jojo thinks he killed dio and fhe house burns down) is also like. a very important bit of this part. imsorry zeppeli im torallt blanking on his first name right now im sorry caesar's grandpa

zeppeli also has a fucking awesome actor his voice is really good I WISH I HAD SOME OTHER WAY RO DESCRIBE THEIR VOICES BIT THEYRE ALL SOOOO FANTASTIC

ohmy god dio walking in and jojo standing there with the candle in hand is like one od my fave shots im glad they kept it here rhe candle is so important to me. I THINK ITS A REAL CANDLE THEY LIT HERE TOO? if its not then they have crazy advanced fake candle flame technology i didnf know about

i seriously have not been able to pick out what pronoun dio used for himself this whole time like i heard jojo use boku all the time but dio just used boku as he's bustinf out the crocodile tears and im wondering if he changed to that just for this... idk if thats common

thank god speedwagon is here and he also has a candle and hes beinf silly and funny ilvoe you speedwagon

george joestar's robe coat dressing gown thing is lovely also i love the pattern its reminding me of that one painting... the lovers i think? i think the artist was french the name is torally escaping me right now. The one in the elfen lied op 😭

Dio srop making me feel bad I CANTDO THIS NOOOO HE FELL TO HIS KNEES AS HES SINGING HIS SONG HE LOOKS SO DISTRAUGHT AND I KNOW HES LYING BUT DUDEEEEEE I FEEL SO BAD

oh he said ore in there but im not sure what fhe context was

oh yeah he just said ore wa he uses ore for himself

okay now we have fhe george joestar death scene fly high king... really though im just looking forward to dio coming back sorry@thats my favorite scene like first of all hes so fine. but also the flips and shit hes doing is so cool

oh rip george joestar ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

im still not sure who rhe other guy is like everyone else left stage its speedwagon & jojo & (dead) george who are all obviouslt important to the story. And this other guy who i still havent figured out did they make him up for this ?? was he in fhe manga was he in something else????

oh george walking into the back off the stage theough the doors that open and his silhouette in the light is really awesome imagery

jojo's actor is really fuckinf fantastic have i said fhat i need to stress that he is so fucking good

Oh noooo guy who i dont know is dead maybe i think

OOOOOH GET IT DIO OOOOOOOG GET IT

dio has been shot dead in miami. hes okay but he died

oh the way they do the lighting and rhe heartbeat sound while he drains fheir blood is so good...

speedwagon just standinf there and wavinf the gun around is very fun

OOOH GET IT JOJO his choreography with the spear(?) is super fun

dio has once again been found dead in miami. again... hes ok but he died

oh that might be the first muda from dio i wonder if he said ir before and i missed it

OHHH I WAS WONDERING WHAT THE SHEET CURTAIN THING WAS FOR that was really good dude these effects are dyckinf awesome

OHHHH THE STAGE IS MOVING DUDE THIS IS GONNA GET CRAZY

sorry my typos keep getting worse im getfing more and more excited and i have more and more to say LOL

dude rhis feels like the end of either the first half or like the entire fucking show it cant be over though theres so much more plot????

OH I RMEEMBER NOW someone said rhey only got through act 1 when i was looking for a link so surely there Are two acts...?? if this was just the first act i will actually explode this is so much longer than i thought (positive. So fucking positive. will never say no to more musical dio)

dio on the wires is so fucking cool dude THEYRE DOING SOOOO MANY GOOD EFFECTS oh dios fucking died rip in peace

Oh my god i was right that was only the first act. the intermission just started (and ended because obviously they didnt leave the whole intermission where nothing fucking happened in the recording) im a little under halfwsy through this. this is almost four hours long. that is NOT a complaint though i am very happy in fact because i get to watch more of it :3

however i think i will watch more of it tomorrow because i feel like ill actually fall asleep during act 2 if i try and watch it now LOL that or i just wont register Anything thats happening... like my adhd ass needs a break and also i am@sleepy. Will reblog with more thoughts tomorrow when i watch act 2...

in case i somehow didnt make it obvious enough Highly highly HIGHLY recommend this its really fucking good. GO WATCH IT

#muffin mumbles #jjba #anyway wow thst was a doozy i feel like im going to keel over and die now. i mean this in a good way though

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Jung Eun-ji "The one who likes to curse…"

Jung Eun-ji boasted an honest talk.

In the MBC entertainment program 'Radio Star', which aired on the afternoon of the 11th, Jung Eun-ji, a member of Apink and active as an actress, appeared as a guest.

Jung Eun-ji was asked, "It's already been the 12th anniversary of Apink's debut. Do you have any moments where you feel like you've grown old?"

He said, "After performing on stage together, I need a massage and a massage. There is no place that doesn't hurt," he said. said.

Jung Eun-ji honestly confessed, "That's why I'm worried. What will happen to our members later when they get older?", and the MCs joked, "Later on, just put out an acoustic version."

There was also a question, "If you look closely, I heard that you were a member who gave up in the company." Jung Eunji said, "The first work was 'Reply 1997', and then Apink came out as innocent idols. But in the play, they cursed, so it's not an innocent image."

She also mentioned the drama 'Drinking City Girls'. He laughed, saying, “In ‘The Drunk Woman’, I drank, cursed, smoked, and assaulted people, so now it seems that a lot of fans have put it down.”

She also revealed a backstory to the smoking scene in particular. Jeong Eun-ji said, "Since there is a smoking scene, I thought my parents would be worried. So I told them first." "When we were actually filming, I smoked with smoking weed. I got a call from my younger sister and said, 'Your sister just came out with a smoking scene, but my parents (shocked) stopped eating.' He said," causing laughter.

Jung Eun-ji recalled the difficult experience, saying, "I had stomach cramps after doing that. The smoking weed didn't work for me. It was too spicy."

He showed serious swearing in the work and also confessed his thoughts about swearing. "After doing it, I got greedy. Personally, I tend to like swearing. I don't have that kind of expression with my close friends," attracted attention. In addition, he revealed, "Besides my lines, I curse numbers with ad libs. There was a time when the director asked me, 'You just cursed, is it okay?'".

Jung Eun-ji also revealed the points to watch in season 2 of 'Drinking Girl'. He said, “In season 2, I have a love line.” He said, “I act with Yoon Si-yoon oppa. MC Kim Gu-ra, who heard this, said, "She went to the Marine Corps, didn't she?" and she boasted of her knowledge of Yoon Si-yoon. Then, Eunji Jung said, "Are you trying to show off your knowledge? No, I'm talking about it!", causing laughter.

Meanwhile, in addition to Jung Eun-ji, actress Han Ga-in, girl group Ive member Ahn Yu-jin, and broadcaster Jae-jae appeared as guests on this day's broadcast, drawing attention.

#먹튀사이트

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voyeuristicvixen · 2 years

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Captains Log No.30__Waxing Gibbous

Lately Wav and I have been getting our foundations reset on the grid. We lost our settlements from before and decided to try something now and different this time around. Working and connecting with the Meroe team has been a dream! I honestly couldn’t have imagined that i’d actually get to work with the people that created such an amazing place. Ive not felt this excitement in my heart on SL since living in Commune Utopia back in the day.

They had a sweet little gathering for all the Meroe volunteers recently, it was so nice chatting about Pan African efforts and building on our individual experiences being in the diaspora. & dancing to my favorite afrobeat and amapiano music! Meroe really got the DJs that play that full diaspora music that you dont hear often on the grid! Its really amazing that we have made it this far as a collective and I am so excited about the next phase of the movement. I can feel the ancestors and freedom fighters before us smiling down and laughing because they never would have guessed the movement would continue in such a way, over the metaverse! But here we are!!

They offer housing for volunteers and its absolutelt stunning modern villa by the sea. Its our very own Wakanda and its like we are living on the outskirts of the palace XD. I chill here while I write up scripts and practice for tour guiding in the near future! Its a long time coming but all in divine timing.

Bae and I have also been putting in work editing our music video commission we’ve been working on. This being the final leg has been so rewarding and we have been juiced up with creative spark. We have an assignment to make this video in the vibes of 90s rock video, and we went back over some big ones from back then like Nirvana, No Doubt, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers and we noticed that the way we shot our video is literally spot on. Thats given us way more confidence the editing is going to take it to the next level. This will be our best work yet and it will only get better from here! We are learning how to flow with the editing aspect now that we’ve figured out our shooting styles. All I want is to be included, I think Wav gets it now. XD

The Beach at Jamrock City which is the sim Meroe is housed in, is so peaceful and just a dream. It reminds me of the histories about beach towns here in Cali that were owned and inhabited by Black people only. So many of our communities and villages were just burned to the ground, Jamrock city is bringing back the spirit of the lost black townships. I chill on the beach and do work there now. I dont know why but somehow logging into SL makes me motivated to finish RL work... its like making it into a game to finish tasks because im RPing it through Foxey. Just a random psychological observation. Cpme find meh at Jamrock beach: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Battersea%20Land/215/113/22

Of course I had to put up an altar for Jimi in our Meroe villa. Its such a cute space and Gigi lightly sprinkled it with furni already and allowed us like 100prims. We are super grateful and want to invite our SL friends to hang with us at Meroe now at our little space. I feel like this land should be one of those places that you just go and chill at because you know youll find like minded, open minded peaceful people there. The vision is manifesting!

Took bae to Bassline Junkies turntable, which is a really amazing stage that is actually a table in a music producers room thats full of weed. So basically you are standing on the laptop and DJ decks but as a miniture. Its scaled like “honey I shrunk the kids” vibes. This was MFCyte, he really went off with the DNB vibes and I love the avi! I have been going to bassline since I first started on SL, its really amazing that after 11 years I can still come here and find the same vibes and share the experience with bae. I wont show the whole room because thats something you gotta look up and explore yourself! Its worth it! Bassline Massive Table Uber: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Clearwater%20Shores/41/87/1009

We also got our dream beach house in Fakrava, they added a whole other sim of more high end mansion like beach homes and we HAD to tap in... Especially because our girl Shayla hooked us up and built a custom home for us. We are so ready to entertain, next phase is inviting people over and spending more time! I think initially in SL there is a fear about talking to people because a lot of times they straight up dont respond or have some strange attitude about meeting new people. So you have to keep trying and allow your heart not to get hardened by those kind of interactions. The open and vulnerable are still around and thats why Im super grateful whenever I meet real down to Earth and easy-going people. Meroe is the spot where them vibes will converge. Inshallah!!

#secondlife #secondlifeblog #secondlifeblogger #ladyfoxeyhendrix #metaverse #secondlifedestination #secondlifeexplorer #meroemuseum #blackdiaspora #panafrican #secondlifephotography #secondlifemelanin #metaverselife

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leftpanty · 2 years

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Please explain to me why I'm having an anxiety attack over the sucxess of an event that is still over a week away and that literally no one asked for but me

#i was really excited but im honestly considering just calling it all off #i was all like #teehee ive never hosted or organized anything how fun!!!#bitch there was a reason for that!!!#i cant even participate in the event since i have to host bc im the only one who even cares if this happens!!!!!#and rn i want it not to happen!!!!!#i feel like ive already been laughed off stage

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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k0kichiimagines · 2 years

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Hi there! Can I please have a scenario where it’s the first chapter in V3 during the time limit, and Kokichi’s SO (feminine pronouns if possible) tries to go through the Death Road of Despair by herself trying to figure out how to safely get everyone out without anyone getting hurt, then Kokichi finds them extremely hurt but still trying all for the sake of them? Thank you :)

i feel like writing angst so im making this painful hurt / comfort type thing

also pretend thr killing game lasts longer here, i do feel like it realistically it would take place over a few months, but especially here since its early! that or you knew oma beforehand

- mod kokichi

kokichi x reader

-> getting hurt doing the death road of despair

cws : violence,

"too many hits! back to the start you go!" the bear announced, laughing as you groaned in annoyance. at least the path back was an easy back stage route, it would mean you could rest slightly for your next run.

next run. a part of you so desperately wanted to give up, your body was bruised and hurting, you could taste blood and see it seeping through your clothes. you were fucking exhausted, but you still kept pushing, kept pushing because maybe this would help everyone.

you finally reached the start, collapsing onto the floor to gain your breath, your vision blurring slightly and arms weak and shaking. you bit your tongue (lightly, you'd already cut it hard enough to draw blood), holding back tears.

someone called your name, you could here footsteps running until someone lifted you up onto your trembling legs, leaning you against them. you looked up (or down if youre a lot taller then him, but even if you're a bit taller youd be slouching here) and blinked a few times. "... kokichi?"

"idiot! what do you think you're doing?! are you trying to be the first death or something?" your vision had cleared enough to see the worry on his face, but you winced anyways at his yelling.

"shh, my head is throbbing"

"yeah no shit considering what you've been putting yourself through."

"kokichi, please, i got really far this time! i can probably finish in one or two more ro-"

"no. dont be stupid, youre not doing it again."

"but-"

"no! you've done this multiple times, you've nearly killed yourself - no."

"im not an idiot! i know its dangerous, ive done it before! im not a child, oma, i can handle this! stop treating me like a baby. "

"It's not about treating you like a baby, its about the fact that youre my girlfriend and i love you and im not going to let you get hurt!." he was holding you firmly now, clearly unwilling to let you run off. you sighed, the pain throbbing in a more noticeable way, the adrenaline leaving your system.

he noticed you grumpily comply with his tugs, leaning on him as he took you to his dorm (he likely had first aid there. why? dont question it.) he kissed your head softly. "silly, it's super sweet you want to try so hard, but you gotta take care of yourself - alright?" you nodded slowly.

he would take you back and patch you up, cleaning and bandaging your wounds as best he can. he most likely ensures to keep a closer eye on you as well, making sure you don't attempt such a dangerous feet again.

#kokichi x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #oma x reader #ouma x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa v3 x reader

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Grunge-Metal Geralt

Hi, im fucking trash for the idea of Geralt being the front man for a Five Finger Death Punch type band and my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. This music genre is my bread and butter and I think Geralt’s repressed but highly emotional ass would fit right in. Yes im using another Hozier song, no i dont wanna hear anything about it. I’m a basic bitch and ive made my peace with it

Warnings: i honestly have no idea, its a little horny, little emotional, but theres no actual character interaction?, its at a concert venue? idk yall.

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Jaskier was… out of his comfort zone.

It’s not that he didn’t like the grunge-metal music, he just hadn’t listened to much and he was not used to the energy. People were yelling and screaming and the opener hadn’t even come on yet. He didn’t feel unsafe, far from it. Several people had checked to see if he was okay, seeing as he was the only person in the entire arena wearing a sweater that wasn't ripped or faded to hell. It was just a far cry from the shows he was used to.

He played folky-blues. This was nothing like his shows.

When the lights went down the crowd was deafening, all moving as one to rush the front of the floor, not giving a single fuck about tickets.

The openers were exciting, and Jaskier was surprised by some of the concepts and messages behind the music. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all and he found himself searching them up on Spotify to listen later.

Then came The Witchers.

Eskel and Lambert made their energetic entrance, followed by Aiden calmly walking to his drums and sitting as if he were walking into a college class. But Geralt was nowhere in sight. The one person Jaskier had actually come to see.

He’d seen a video clip from a previous concert where they covered one of his songs, and he was praying they’d do it again. It was lovely in a haunting-almost-threatening way, and the expression in Geralt’s posture alone was enthralling. He had to see it live.

But Geralt was still absent as the band started to build a song. First Aiden with the beat, then Eskel’s bass, then Lambert with a melody on his electric guitar. It built and built and built to a fever pitch, taking the crowd with it. People were already jumping and screeching. Jaskier had to stand on his seat to see the stage clearly.

Geralt’s voice echoed through the venue, low and closer to a growl than singing, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

Jaskier thought he’d been prepared, but his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He briefly wondered if this was what his friends were feeling when they listened to ASMR.

Geralt remained hidden for the whole first verse, getting the crowd even more excited than Jaskier thought possible, only for the band to go completely silent for a whole measure. When the crowd's screams reached their absolute loudest, Geralt dropped from on top of one of the jumbotrons, landing on one of the horse-sized speakers before launching into the chorus.

Oh fuck, he was even more beautiful in person.

He was… well he was a beast of a man. Jaskier really didn’t have another word for the way his muscles bulged and how lithe and powerful he looked springing from the speaker to join his bandmates on the main stage. His thighs filled out his black, tattered jeans and there were clear faded spots where his muscles strained the fabric too often. The thin black tank he wore did nothing but pretend the man was semi-modest. It was so tight, the only thing left up to the imagination was tan lines and the color of his nipple piercings.

Jaskier was most entranced by his long, white, wavy hair falling past his shoulders. As the show continued and he started to sweat, a lot, it got curlier and curlier at the root. Jaskier wanted to give him a mask and some curl cream, but only after a, uhm, rough night of getting to know each other. He’d heard rumors about Geralt from hitting arenas not long after they’d left. He was quite sure they’d have a great time.

As he focused on the lyrics more and more, he was more inclined to want to wrap Geralt up in a hug and worship every part of him until he felt whole again.

Either he’d been shown the shitty side of the genre, or The Witchers were exceptions to the rule of content. Jaskier was almost moved to tears a few different times.

Finally, about an hour into Jaskier mindlessly feasting his eyes on the front man, Geralt leapt onto another speaker and sat down, breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear.

“You still with us?”

The unholy screech from the crowd left no doubt they were just as excited, if not more so, than when they’d arrived.

“Good! Good..” he trailed off, chuckling as he lowered the mic to take a breath, “We’re gonna slow it down for a minute,” he leaned forward and held the mic away as Eskel shouted something up at him to which he laughed and flipped him off.

“As I was saying, we’re gonna yearn for a minute or two and do a cover. Song by Jaskier called ‘Talk’.”

The crowd lost their shit again, various pride flags popping up throughout the stands.

Geralt chuckled and raised his combat boot, showing off the bi flag colored treads, earning another round of screams. If this is what the grunge-metal scene was like, Jaskier had been missing out his entire life. Sure his fans were sweet and supportive and loving when he’d come out. But this was electric and feral and completely addictive.

Lambert struck the opening chord to Jaskier’s song and the crowd settled to a gentle hum, setting the tone immediately, as if they all knew exactly what was coming.

Geralt closed his eyes as he tapped his thigh with one finger, keeping time before his rumbling baritone hit Jaskier like a freight train.

“I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found…”

Jaskier could have collapsed right there. He knew he was staring like a lovesick idiot, but hell, everyone around him was too. When the chorus hit and Eskel came in with a heavy bass line he nearly fell off his chair. Geralt’s intensity raised with the addition of the backup but he didn’t move. He stayed seated, swaying slightly, with his eyes closed as he crooned out the words Jaskier had sobbed as he wrote, broken hearted and miserable.

It was surreal.

Sure he’d seen other covers. Sure they’d been lovely. But he wanted to listen to this and only this as he fell asleep for the rest of his life. He’d never play it again if he could only hear it one more time.

After the last verse Lambert launched into a guitar solo while Geralt jumped off the speaker and meandered to the center of the stage to slot his mic back in it’s stand. He gripped it like a lifeline when Lambert held one last note for as long as his instrument would allow and only started singing the last chorus when it was almost silent.

“I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you”

His expression looked hopeless and utterly desperate as he crooned out the last two lines. He let his hair fall to cover his face and Jaskier could just barely hear his panting breath over the sound system as the crowd exploded. Geralt tipped his head back and took two deep breaths before straightening up and getting on with the show but Jaskier was stuck.

He was vaguely aware of someone taking a picture of him, but he really couldn’t care less. The fact that Geralt moved right on to a song called ‘Burn Motherfucker Burn’ didn’t matter either.

Jaskier jumped down from his arena seat, whipping out his phone and sending the band a tweet, because apparently that’s what musicians did now?

“Record it. Please. It’s either that or sing me to sleep every night. You choose.”

He stayed for the rest of the show and walked to his car in a haze. Before he backed out of his spot he checked his phone like always and his heart nearly stopped at the two top notifications.

One public reply: “Both? -G”

And one direct message: “If you’re still here and want to grab a drink, I’m just backstage.”

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