You need to go to the hospital...
Luise blearily looked up at Julchen. “What? No, no…I’m fine…just a little sick. I don’t need the hospital.”
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You need to go to the hospital...
Luise blearily looked up at Julchen. “What? No, no…I’m fine…just a little sick. I don’t need the hospital.”
Closed RP || AU || askxjulchen || sverigeofthenorth
He had nearly gulped down a full bottle of water by the time someone said it was time for them to go out and meet fans. Berwald nearly groaned aloud but stopped himself from doing so since he knew it wasn't exactly mature. It wasn't that he disliked meeting fans of the band but they had only been given a few minutes after coming off the stage to do what they needed, whether that was to wash the sweat from their face, go to the bathroom or rehydrate themselves as the Swede had chosen to do.
His bass guitar was now safe and back in its case but he was still conscious of it; he never did like other people handling any of his instruments.
But those thoughts were pushed aside as one by one, the bands members stepped through the door, causing almost all of the groupies to either scream, squeal or wave. He hoped he'd be able to avoid any large groups of fans, again not because he disliked them, Berwald simply liked to have his space. Handling a few fans at a time was alright but he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the huge groups that the others managed to get caught in the middle of.
Unfortunately for him, slipping away wouldn't be the easiest thing to do considering he was taller than six foot and stuck out like a sore thumb. But hopefully luck would be in his favour.
Although that luck seemed to have disappeared along with his fellow band members who had dispersed, leaving him alone and suddenly surrounded by a rather large group of chattering and giggling groupies.
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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.
Badass
★ (Because why not)
If we kissed:
[] This wouldn’t happen.
[] Oh disgusting.
[] Again, again.
[X] Kiss you back.
[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
[] Slap/Push you away.
[] Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
[] Um no.
[] I’m taken-
[X] Sure.
[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
[] No.
[] Ew.
[X] Sure.
[] YES.
Sex?:
[] Let’s do it.
[X] No. You can’t handle my d.
[] FUCK YES.
[] No.
Should you reblog this?:
[] Yes. I want to send you one.
[X] Yes.
[] No.
[] You already did.
((I can't find the motivation to type up the two starters I'm supposed to so I'm gonna try get to replies and see if inspiration comes to me))
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askxjulchen replied to your post “/rolls around can i have fluff”
Yesssss
yattaaaaaa
-also peace sign cause mobile and interested-
✌ - Your muse is looking for an article of clothing which my muse has taken
"Ummm, I dont know of that piece of clothing, sorryyy" Oh man he looks so guilty