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In The End: Chapter 34: Mansion On Wheels
In The End
A BVB FanFic
It's been a week since we signed our record deal with Rise Records, and as promised we are going on our first tour. Andy has already contacted Austin Carlile from Of Mice and Men to make sure that us girls will be safe on the tour. I keep trying to tell him that we'll be fine, but he's paranoid so I left him be about the issue. The mail came earlier and our tour packets finally showed up. I ripped into mine like a rabid dog, but I can't help but to be excited. I flipped through the boring shit, like rules and what's expected of us, and right to the back page. The tour dates line the page in bold ink. It'll be a 3 month tour and we leave in a week.
THE ANGEL EFFECT TOUR DATES FOR MONSTER ENERGY DRINK TOUR:
Niagra Falls, NY
The LC Pavilion
St. Paul, MN
The Fillmore Auditorium
House of Blues
In the End: Chapter 33
In The End
A BVB FanFic
We finish our three tracks quickly plus the song that I wrote for Andy. While everyone gets their gear loaded up so we can go talk to Craig, Andy pulls me out into the hall so we're alone. “Oh my God, Rae. That song was beautiful. I loved it, thank you. I love you.” I smile in appreciation and hug him tight before he plants a soft kiss on my red lips. “You and Jinxx should really put it on the record. There is no way he can say no to you guys. You killed it!” He says excitedly.
I nod and give him a nervous smile. “God, I hope we get signed. I already feel sick to my stomach, I may keel over and die if he says no.” I admit. It sounds so foreign admitting out loud that I'm nervous. I've wanted this my entire life, and now it may actually be happening. Andy wraps his arms around me and I wrap mine around his waist. “You were perfect, babe. Thank you again, for the song. I think putting that song on yo
In The End: 32
In The End
A BVB FanFic
We step into the recording room and Craig is waiting for us. He shakes my hand and gives me a friendly smile, and I return it. “Good morning, everyone. Raven, I must say you and these ladies are incredibly talented. I've given your demo CD a listen and it's fantastic. What I'd like to see from you is how you perform for an audience.” Just as he says this, Kellin and the rest of Sleeping With Sirens steps through the door. Craig nods to them and turns back to us. “Seems like you've got a fanbase already! Let's see you girls perform and then we'll talk.” I can't stop smiling as he talks to us. I nod enthusiastically and us girls head to sound booth and set up.
Andy and the guys, Falling In Reverse, and Sleeping With Sirens are all here to support us and they take a seat around the sound booth, quietly watching us. I plug in my amplifier and then plug in my guitar and begin tuning it. Scarlet has her drum kit down to a
In The End: Chapter 23
In The End
A BVB Fanfic
When my eyes open, the fluorescent sting at first and anesthetic burns my nostrils. The oxygen tube forces air into my lungs and I glance around to see that I’m in some sort of hospital room. At first look, Andy is leaning against the wall closest to me with his arms over his chest and his foot against the wall. Jinxx is holding Sammi while Ella cuddles with Jake in a nearby chair. Emerson is sitting in Ashely's lap sniffling and Scarlet is talking to a nurse.
Wait. Scarlet? As in my best friend? Why is she here? I try to sit up, but my arms are strapped to the bed. What the hell is going on? The next thing I know someone is hovering over me and sobbing. When the person pulls away, I noticed right away that it’s Andy. All those feelings I felt before start rushing back to me and I can’t handle this, not now. As he backs away from me, I see the tears staining his face and it makes me cock my head to the side. W
In The End: Chapter 30
In The End
A BVB FanFic
“Scarlet, will you do the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” I hear CC ask me. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel like I am going to be sick because I’m so excited. “Yes, yes I’ll be your girlfriend.” I reply. He smiles at me and I launch myself at him like I’ve wanted to do since I’ve met him. “How about we seal it with a kiss?” He asks. I blush but smile and lean up and press my lips to his. I know there is a huge age difference between us, but I don’t care. I’d do anything to be with CC and I won’t let age get in the way of us being together.
“Should we go tell everyone?” I ask him. He interlaces our fingers together and takes me back to the recording studio. “Hey man, everything alright?” Andy asks. CC smiles down at me then looks at Andy. “Everything is better than alright now. Guys, meet my girlfriend, Scarlet.&
In The End: Chapter 29
In The End
A BVB FanFic
-1 Week Later-
I’ve been stressing so bad about our meeting with Rise Records. Emerson, Scarlet, and I have been doing band auditions for three days straight and we finally found the two missing members of our band. Jenae plays keyboard and piano while Gemma plays rhythm guitar. The girls have been staying over at mine and Andy’s place so we could use his home studio to get our three demos ready. I have to give us props. For only meeting two days ago, we are pretty bad ass. Tomorrow is our meeting with Rise Records where Craig Ericson will hear our three original songs and decide if he still wants to sign us.
I stand at the microphone and put the headphones back on and nod to Andy to start recording. I feel the familiar intro to our song “Here’s to Never Growing Up”.
Singing Radiohead at the top of our lungs
With the boom box blaring as we're falling in love
Got a bottle of whatever, but it's getting
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 2
Deadpool was standing around, playing a handheld game console, then looked up and noticed the camera was focused on him. "Oh!" he said in surprise, "We're back? Well, it's about freakin' time! I swear I beat this game a bajillion times by the time you got back to me!"
White: Technically, it was only six.
Yellow: Really? Seemed like a lot more. Guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun.
"So, to anyone who missed the first fight, here's how things are goin' so far..." Deadpool said, cueing a chart.
RED Team: 6 (Soldier, Scout, and Pyro are dead by now)
"Yeah, I killed the guy stupid enough to wear grenades on his bandolier, the loudmouthed kid, and the axe-crazy pyromaniac." Deadpool filled in, "So, c'mon! Bring it! I dare ya-"
Deadpool flew backward. The Demoman had regained consciousness after being clunked in the head by half a baseball and was now brandishing a grenade launcher with a giddy smile on his fac
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Death Battle: Deadpool vs. RED Team pt. 1
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all…
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was quiet in the RED fortress, its nine resident mercenaries just settling down from yet another conflict with the BLU Team.
But none of them could have been prepared for what was about to happen next…
Intruder alert! An unknown entity has entered the base!
The administrator’s voice rang throughout the entire RED headquarters, earning the attention of every member.
“An unknown enemy is in the base?!” exclaimed a man in a heavy, red coat and an army helmet on his head.
Faster than he usually did before, the Soldier raced to his armory and grabbed his usual weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, and shovel in that order. As he marched down the stairs, the administrator spoke again.
Protect the base!
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Kimber BioFull name: Kimber Raye Desmond
Hair: Kimber has long black hair that is naturally curly. She keeps it up out of her face and always tied back.
Eye color: Amythest purple
Other physical features: Kimber is short but she can run fast and jump high. Her muscles are extremely toned and she is always in shape. Her small frame makes it easy for her to be flexible and to fit into tight spaces.
Regular wardrobe: Kimber wears short blue jean shorts that are cut off at the bottoms. Her white belt fits over the top of her shorts and she uses it as an accessory. Her shirt is a tank top underneath and her over shirt hangs off of her shoulder on both sides. She doesn't always wear a head band, but when she dances or trains she has a head band she wears.
Weapons: Kimber doesn't use weapons, it's all hand to hand combat for her and it's all up close and personal.
A basic description of who the character is NOW
Kimber is a young girl who is slowly learning the ways of t
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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