hey bb! may i request drunk! reader x drunk! pickles? a sprinkle of trauma bonding (mommy issues) and a sprinkle of fluff and understanding would mean the whole world to me :3
Hammered Slander
Pickles The Drummer X Fem Reader
Summary: (Y/n) and Pickles decide to go out together and just get drunk and complain about mothers, as you do.
Note: Hi Stranger! I never experienced mommy issues in any way, I’m not sure what having mommy issues feels like, to be honest, so the mother is just nagging basically... I think.
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It’s a regular event between (Y/n) and Pickles, from the very first day they met. It’s easy to make friends when drunk, and apparently, Pickles and (Y/n) got along so well that they woke up hangover together.
It’s ironic that (Y/n) can still remember it. It’s okay if Pickles doesn’t.
20-year-old (Y/n) woke up in Pickles’ motel room on the floor, he was awake but hallucinating in the bed. And… The rest is history.
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Years later, Dethklok is the most dominant band on the planet. Hanging out with her friends is rather difficult these days, and she cherishes every moment she can whenever. What’s even rarer is hanging out with her closest friend: Pickles. Just the two of them, she would have really liked to have spent time with him by now.
And while phoning Pickles as the band is on tour, (Y/n) finally decides to just ask him!
“Toki really can hold his liquor when he gets really drunk, it’s probably the saddest thing I’ve ever seen, yo.” Pickles cackles from the other side of the line, causing (Y/n) to laugh as she hears Toki complain in the background.
“Anyway enough about me, how are you doing?” There is a lot of commotion on the Drummer’s side, which is most likely the band in the background.
“I’m fine. It's kind of quiet with you guys not around. But I’ll manage.” Which is the truth. (Y/n) has been staying at Mordhaus to keep things a little in check for the band. The castle-like structure really is very quiet with them around.
“Kinda miss you guys…” She admits shyly.
“Aww… (Y/n). Hey Fellas! (Y/n) misses us!” She can hear Pickles announce to the room loudly. (Y/n) can’t hear the reactions very well, but she can hear Toki shout. “Ams misses yous too, (Y/n)!” in the distance. Toki’s antics never fail to make (Y/n) smile. “Hey, Pickles. We can go for a drink and catch up when you’re back. Just the two of us? Like old time.” (Y/n) feels slightly bashful while asking, much to her relief, the Drummer chuckles.
“Sure we can!” He replies with glee.
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Back from the tour and was well-rested once again. (Y/n) and Pickles have finally decided to go out together for drinks. Pickles had always found it interesting, how the atmosphere completely changes when it’s just him and (Y/n) together without his bandmates and friends. More surprisingly, this atmosphere has never changed in all the years he has been friends with her. And he likes it that way.
He could tell this was gonna be a drunk night, as he saw (Y/n) already downing her drinks quickly. Surely something must be on her mind. He doesn’t think about it much as he gets drunker as well, the two friends swaying on their barstool and partly leaning on each other to maintain some balance. Giggling the night away.
“Alright, alright, alright! Listen, listen, listen.” (Y/n) giggles and puts down her whiskey glass, already getting pretty hammered after her fourth glass, switching from plain beer to win to spice her drunkenness. Pickles responds with his own laughs, being unable to keep his head up straight and repeatedly as if his neck is giving into the weight of his head.
“I had another call from my mom recently, you know?” (Y/n) shakes the whiskey glass she is holding, hoping it will magically refill again.
Pickles snorts, “Yeah?” He gestures for her to resume.
“I haven’t spoken to her in years, since she ruined my brother’s wedding. She was literally asking if I had a boyfriend yet!” (Y/n) raises her voice, announcing to the whole bar her story.
It’s getting late so the bar is quite empty. Not to mention that the remaining people are doing their best to ignore the two very loud and very drunk people at the bar. The poor bartender is cursed to serve the other people there. He cut those two off an hour ago.
“Typically mum, always butting in my personal life! Because she doesn’t have one!” (Y/n) laughs loudly at her own witty remark. Pickles follows suit with her, the commotion in the nearly empty bar to get more obnoxious on their end. It causes a group of three people to leave money on their table and leave the building altogether.
The Bartender is trying to focus while going down his resupply list and partly keeping an eye on the drunk people who are half a meter away from him. Just to make sure they don’t break anything. Even if it’s the drummer of the greatest Metal band on earth slouching at his bar.
“I swear that woman can’t let go of us! Me and My brother and I.” (Y/n) slurs, tracing the rim of the glass with her finger, it doesn’t make that pretty sound that wine glasses usually make. “I remember when she blamed her divorce on us… That woman is crazy and Dad couldn’t take it anymore, I wish he had taken us with him.” her gaze turns solemn, despite it being years ago, it still hurts. Those hurtful words that her mother said to her in the heat of the moment, if only her mother had apologized for that, their relationship might have been better today.
“duuuude,” The drummer leans completely on (Y/n)’s arm, clutching a bottle of a famous whiskey brand in his hand. His legs are bouncing against the foot of the stool, a subconscious habit. “Be glad that your mom even acknowledges your existence!” Pickles argues, “I am the drummer of the very best baaand in the fucking wooorld yo!!! Not e-even thaaaat, Not even that impreeesses her!” He slurs and slams his hands flat on the bar, which causes the bartender to flinch at the noise. He about had it with these guests. If one more thing happens he is going to kick them out for the night so he can close the bar.
“It’s aaaalways about Sssseth. Fucking asshooole! He ruinzzzz everythinggg he touches!” Leaning forward he rubs his face in his hands, “Women…” He grumbles in his palms.
If (Y/n) was sober, she would have thought twice about what he just said. But right now she couldn’t agree more. “Fuckinnnnng bitch, just wants mmmmy money.” He complains quietly. (Y/n) already knew that Pickles’ family was practically leaching off him. She had noticed that already.
At first, she expected all of Dethklok's families to be begging for the band’s money.
Later she realized that the family dynamics of Dethklok is rather abnormal for the most part.
“Well? That Birth-giver o’ mine is a real piece of work. And you haven’t met her yet.” (Y/n) pipes in with more stories of her mother. “And I don’t want you… That when you meet her… That you don’t, okay?” She mumbles with a hint of confusion, almost like she doesn’t even know what she is talking about.
“I swear, me and my… I mean me and my brother and I. We were just accessories to her, seriously! Dad too, probably!” When she slams her glass on the table, causing one empty bottle to topple over, that’s when the bartender had it.
“Alright, you two need to leave my bar this instant!” The bartender had enough, slammed his notes on the counter and called the bouncer over to give him a hand.
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The bounce pushed (Y/n) and Pickles outside roughly. (Y/n) was able to keep her balance however, Pickles stumbled and tripped onto his knees.
“Just go home!” The bouncer waves the two drunk people off and goes back inside.
(Y/n) dusts off her knees and stands up, swaying in her stance and looking at the entrance of the bar, “How rude…” She grumbles and looks over to the Drummer and grabs him by the arm to get him to stand up. She wastes little time and goes to walk in the direction that she believes is the right direction.
“Wheeere arrre we going???" Pickles sounds more confused than ever, looking around the now dark streets quizzically. “We are, We’re going home I think?” (Y/n) giggles quietly.
Too drunk to even realize where she is taking Pickles to. The two friends will discover later the next day while nursing a hangover.
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Waking up with a pounding headache has become a regular thing lately. (Y/n) is having a hard time opening her eyes, and when she does she is greeted with the floor of some castle-like bedroom, the floor is covered in both rubbish and clothes. This scene makes (Y/n) feel nostalgic. Somewhere she has seen this before. Of course! How could she forget?
“Had a good sleep?” Comes the voice of Pickles. Looking up, (Y/n) finds the man in question sitting up in bed. It is nearly just like when she first met him, and she could not help but smile at him.
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I haven’t taken requests in years, I actually have quite a strict rule list when it comes to requests. But I’ll let this one slide.
So I'm gonna be making tiktok slides for all the guys. I'll probably do all the characters if I can. I did Pickles first of course and I'm making a Nathan one as we speak.
Any non Dethklok related songs you think would go well with a character tiktok? Doesn't matter the genre, I just want these to be fun.
Was supposed to just be a simple redraw of toki and his parents, but decided to play around with the colors cuz toki was definitely dissociating ( or something of that sort)
Why not a house that looks like an attraction but they end up discovering it is actually haunted? If not, just the attraction is fine xD
Hello Anon! here is the Dethklok thing you asked for, right on time. (Or at least in my time-zone on time...)
Halloween Special 🎃
Dethklok x reader
Summary : Dethklok goes to a haunted house. What could possibly go wrong?
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"It's the halloween month!" (Y/n) cheers happily. Flailing around a flyer that they found on the street about some haunted house attraction.
"*Riff* yeah!! Halloween *Riff*es!!" Murderface exclaims, throwing a bottle of Jack at the brick wall.
(Y/n) roars and screams along with the bassist.
As the two cheer int he background, Nathan grumbles and turns to Skwisgaar.
"what the *Riff* are those two on about." He asks.
The guitarist groans, crossing his arms.
" pfft, Some lames Americans holidays..." He complains out loud. Pickles gives the guitarist a shifty eye. "Oh come on Skwisgaar. Halloween is the best holiday! Like, Treat or treatin' ... Drinking, partying... more drinking. Steal candy from kids... and drinking!" He lists, counting on his fingers. Skwisgaar groans in disinterest.
"yo, guys check this out!" (Y/n) jumps in, pushing the flyer in the singer's face with excitement.
"what, what is it?" Nathan pulls the paper away from his face to take a good like at it.
He then reads the text on the flyer out loud.
"Haunted house attraction... Halloween entertainment of the year... Open from 27th October to 2nd November." He reads.
(Y/n) squeals with joy. "You should go there! There is no better way as an adult than celebrate Halloween by a haunted house!" They jump around, unable to control their excitement.
Pickles looks intrigued.
"Haunted house eh? Sounds like a dru-uh fun Halloween." He corrects himself.
"I know right? We should totally go there, all together!" (Y/n)'s beams with happiness.
"whats all this abouts?" Toki wonders out loud as he enters the room. "Toki!" (Y/n) exclaims and grabs the guitarist by his shirt, shaking him. "It's the Halloween month Toki! We're gonna go to a haunted house attraction!" (Y/n) screams to his face while they still shake him roughly. "we?" Skwisgaar questions, one eyebrow raised, eyeing (Y/n) with a look of annoyance.
"Eeeee, stops shakings me!" Toki whines. (Y/n) listens and let's go, the guitarist taking some steps back to regain some balance.
"What the *Riff* are we waiting for? Let's *Riff*ing go tonight." Murderface roars, just as excited about the attraction as (Y/n) is. (Y/n) agrees with Murderface' suggestion with an excited nod.
Toki finally seems to understand what i going on.
His eyes lighten up, "oh wowie, a horrors house? I wants to go theres!" Toki beams.
"Hell yeah! Me too!" Pickles joins in. The group who wants to go all look at Nathan and Skwisgaar.
"That's four against two, losers." The drummer says with a smug look.
Nathan and Skwisgaar glance at each other for a second, then back at the group and sigh in defeat.
"Fine... we're coming" Nathan groans and joins the group, Skwisgaar joins in without saying anything.
Toki, (Y/n), Murderface and Pickles all cheer in joy.
~~(cue intro, or something)~~
The group of metal-heads stand before an eerie sight.
A abandoned mansion on top of a hill. Rather being decorated with all Halloween trinkets, it's dark and broken down, visible rotting wood and broken windows.
Thunder bellows through the clouded sky. It's quite a scene to behold.
"This is it!" (Y/n) exclaims, holding onto the flyer to reread the address.
"You sure?" Pickles questions, looking on at the building with a weary look.
(Y/n) confirms with a frantic nod, then they walk the overgrown path towards the rusted gate entrance.
"help me with this." They request as they attempt to open the large gate, a few of the band-members join in to open the gate.
The gate is very stubborn, op reluctantly opens with an ear-piercing screech. The group enters the property.
The moment they're all inside, the gate slowly closes by itself. But the only one who seems to notice that is Toki. A shiver goes up the guitarist's spine, that's a good trick. He turns back to the group seeing that they're far ahead, he jogs up an rejoins the others.
Dead leafs and stick break under the group's feet as they walk up the hill. "Where's everybody else?" Pickles questions as he looks onto the field. a mist bank hangs over the tall grass in the distance. Skwisgaar looks over the field on the other side of the path, and sees a worn down scarecrow. The lead-guitarist gulps at the sight, that one got him good.
The group gathers before the two large doors on the stone steps of the mansion.
Nathan and (Y/n) open the two doors to enter the main building of this large and scary place.
Just like the front gate, the ebony door open with a large creak.
"Party hard..." Pickles comments at the interior of the house, before taking a swig of his flask. The main building looks just as horrid as the outside. Old, broken and really abandoned. Worn curtains of a window waves them an ice cold welcome as the wind blows freely inside.
"Oh, but this is so much betters than your birthdays partys Pickle" Skwisgaar says savagely as the group walks in. Pickles doesn't seem to like that comment very much, glaring at the lead-guitarist.
(Y/n) believes that this building was probably beautiful back in the day. Looking at the large painting on the second tier of the large stair way that splits in two.
A painting of a beautiful woman in extravagant clothing and jewels. (Y/n) assumes that, that's the lady of the house, the mother of this wealthy family that used to reside here.
(Y/n) could have sworn that they saw a figure slide over the indoor balcony that the stairway leads to, or perhaps it was a trick of the dark?
"Maybe we schould schplit up, and look around." Murderface suggest. Toki let's out an amused laugh. "Greats idea Murderface, always works in horrors movies." He jokes, but seems to agree with the idea either way.
"we're a group of six people so... Me and Toki will look in the east wing, Pickles and Murderface check the main building. (Y/n) and Skwisgaar explore the west wing." Nathan commands. Everyone seems to agree with the idea at hand, and the group splits up and goes separate ways.
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"Holy *Riff* it's the kitchen!" Pickles exclaims as he and Murderface look on the old and vintage kitchen.
"that means there has to be a wine cellar nearby." He beams.
"Where are the actorsch, where are the schcarechs?" Murderface asks while looking around the Victorian styled kitchen, One of the pans hanging above one of the many stoves is swinging slightly.
A cold breeze brushes past the drummer, who shivers and holds his own arms to keep himself a bit warmer.
"brr, kinda freezing here ey?" Pickles shivers. It's silent and doesn't get a response as he expected.
"Murderface?" He calls and turns to the bassist in question. Murderface stands there staring at something, his face has lost all color. Pickles follows the other man's gaze and stares wide-eyed.
At the other side of the room stands a figure of a man. Or what looks like a man, or what's left of a man after being burned alive.
Horrific scars and missing body-parts, one gaping eye frozen in
a silent plea for help.
"What the *Riff* is that..." Pickles' voice quivers slightly.
The burned man raised his arm, broken skin and bones creaking at the movement. "INTRUDER!" The burned man bellows and gasps in pain.
Both Pickles and Murderdolls race out of the kitchen as fast as they could. The burned man doesn't give chase, merely evaporates into thin air.
Pickles and Murderface laughs as they stand in the hall. "That wasch a good one!" the bassist roars with laughter. "You should have seen your face!" Pickles laughs at Murderface.
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The webs are only building up, as if they're getting closer to the source.
"Oh geez, so many webs." Toki complains, dodging an incoming spiderweb. Nathan merely waves the silk strings out of the way carelessly.
"Look at that." Nathan pointing at two door that seem to lead to a large ball room.
"Let's check it out." The singer doesn't wait for an answer from the guitarist and walks into the large room.
"waits for me!" Toki hurries after Nathan.
The large party room almost seems to be solely decorated with spiderwebs. One chandelier is broken down on the tiled floor. A dusty piano on the furthest corner from the two men.
"Echo." Toki exclaims, getting a respond from his own echoing voice.
"This could bring a new song called... Spider room.... Or spider waltz, cause ballroom and stuff." Nathan thinks out loud as he looks around the web covered ballroom.
Toki toys with his won fingers while inspecting the piano, the piano is just like everything else. Broken and worn.
"We haven't seen and flashing lights yet, like they have in haunted houses." The singer picks at the webs on the chandelier that's on the floor.
Something falls on Toki's shoulder. "huh?" He turns his head to see what has fallen on him. It looks like dark green goo. The guitarist looks up to find where this goo comes from.
And right above him... a unnatural large spider hangs over Toki. Green saliva dripping from it's claw-like fangs.
Toki pales, frozen in fear at the giant creature.
"Toki, come here." Nathan get's the other man's attention, waving him over back to the exit of the ballroom that has become the domain of the spider.
Without thinking, Toki rushes over to his band-mate. Just before the spider could catch it's next meal for tonight. The two men leave the ballroom.
"Phew... That one got me." Nathan admits as the two walk through the hall. Toki doesn't respond, he's in shock.
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Skwisgaar and (Y/n) walk through the hall of the mansion's west wing. This wing seems to be where all the bedrooms are of whoever lived here before it got abandoned like this.
"This must be the bedrooms, i think." (Y/n) says while they look through one of the room that obviously has a bed in it.
"Oh, Thats explains the beds." Skwisgaar responds sarcastically. He is not having fun at all, and feels forced to come with.
(Y/n) gives the lead-guitarist a look, "Oh come on grumpy-pants, it ain't so bad." They nudge his arm with their own elbow jokingly.
Skwisgaar stops at an open door of a master bed-room. "Then explains that." He says and points into the room.
(Y/n) follows the lead-guitarist's finger, pointing to a room that's surprisingly a whole lot cleaner that the rest of this, which attracts (Y/n)'s interest at best.
"whoa." They gasp as they enter the almost pristine room, aside from the layers upon layers of dust on every surface. "Reminds me of the Ed Gein case i read some time ago." (Y/n) comments, running their finger over the desk, collecting the dust on their finger, turning it black.
"that too?" Skwisgaar remarks, (Y/n) turns around to see what he is referring to. And sees that the sheets of the queen-sized bed are caked with old blood. "wow, they have done a really good job setting this up!" (Y/n) gapes at the stains.
"Leave..."
"Dids you say somethings?" Skwisgaar questions. (Y/n) shakes their head, "That, wasn't me." They defend themselves.
The two turn around to look at the other side of the master bed-room.
There, flies a ghastly version of the woman that (Y/n) saw in the
painting. No eyes, a sword stuck in the woman's torso.
"LEAVE!!" The woman's voice screeches like nail on a chalkboard.
(Y/n) gasps, snatches Skwisgaar's arm and makes a run for it. The ghost woman screams like a banshee and flies after the two.
Both Skwisgaar and (Y/n) scream in fear as they run down the main building.
All while screaming, (Y/n) and the band reunite in the main building and all collectively flee the mansion together while being chased by the lady of the house.
The whole group runs down the hill, (Y/n) almost trips but they all make it to the gate and flee the property completely.
The lady of the house spits on the stone steps out of spite.
"every *Riff*ing year" She complains, turning around and re-entering her mansion. The doors closing by themselves behind her.
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God damnit, Fucking finally.
Happy halloween!
Prompt : Nathan gets angry at all the guys who try and flirt with his friend, (Y/n).
(A/n) : i know i am breaking one of my own rules here. This ones from before i enlisted that rule. And if i changed it, it wouldn’t make sense.
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It's a sort of ritual thing among the two to have a shopping day together as friends.
Nathan and (Y/n) have been friends for a long time.
She has always played the supporter role of the band, and sometimes playing mother/older sister to the group.
"what are we waiting for? Let's go." she pats him on the back to make him walk. Nathan merely grunts and follows (Y/n) inside.
Nathan and (Y/n) are standing in front of the mall entrance, going over
(Y/n)'s list of errands.
"a new lamp?" Nathan questions, raising an eyebrow at (Y/n)' s list.
"I saw a roach the other day, threw a lamp at it. And now I need a new lamp... And an exterminator or anti-pest stuff." (Y/n) sighs as she remembers how embarrassing the conversation with her neighbor was.
She then folds up the list and looks at Nathan. "what are we waiting for? Let's go." she pats him on the back to make him walk. Nathan merely grunts and follows (Y/n) inside.
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Once the duo is inside, (Y/n) turns to Nathan.
"so...is there anywhere you wanna look?" she asks with a smile.
He thinks for a moment.
"they have a survival shop here. I want to go there." He suggests, pointing into the direction of the shop.
"they sell knives and other brutal *Riff* like that."
(Y/n) laughs,
"that sure sounds epic. Let's go to the survival shop then." (Y/n) follows Nathan as he starts to walk towards the shop.
On the way to the shop that's all the way on the other side of the mall. The duo hear a whistle.
"Nice legs lady!" another man dares to catcall (Y/n).
(Y/n) grins and waves at the man. "Thanks dude, i worked hard on them." She calls back, taking the catcalling as a compliment.
Nathan stops, his neck snaps to look at the man who called, his face darkens as he let's out a low and threatening growl. No one hits on (Y/n) while he's near her...
the man gulps at the reaction of the guy next to the lady he catcalled. Thinking it's his girlfriend or something, he scurries off in a hurry.
(Y/n) chuckles and turns back to Nathan. "Chill Nate. This isn't the first time i got catcalled."
Nathan sneers, "i didn't like it." Is all he says. (Y/n) shrugs and continues her stroll to the camping shop, Nathan right behind her.
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The camping shop has indeed brutal hunting knives, along with other interesting things you would need for camping.
While Nathan is eyeing all the knives, (Y/n) is checking out anti-pest poisons for her roach problem at home.
While reading the description of an anti-bug spray, (Y/n) someone tap her one the shoulder.
"find everything you need ma'am?" (Y/n) turns to her side to see a young looking man standing next to her. The young man with short brown hair and glasses smiles at (Y/n). (Y/n)'s face lights up to the store employee before her.
"ah, i actually need some anti-bug...for my roach problem at home." (Y/n) chuckles awkwardly and scratches her cheek. The employee, who is named: Jake. according to his name-tag. He takes another can of Ant-bug of a different brand.
"This brand is a sort of foam poison, when sprayed in to every nookie and cranny, the roaches will stay out of your home. roach free for when i visit after a date." The young man tries to flirt.
"uhh..." (Y/n) just tilts her head more in embarrassment than confusion, squinting her eyes at him.
Nathan is listening to everything this guy is saying to (Y/n) while purchasing the hunting knife he finds the most brutal.
Once done with the purchase, He decides to scare this employee away from (Y/n) by intimidating him.
Nathan slowly creeps up behind the employee. (Y/n) notices Nathan behind the employee, and gives him a look of disapproval. Nathan looms over the young man, and then speaks up.
"is there a problem here?" Nathan growls at the young man, who almost jumps a hole in the ceiling. the employee flips around to look up at Nathan's towering figure. "no-no. no sir. So-sorry i'll leave now." The young employee, with a red face, jogs away from Nathan and (Y/n).
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Nathan's aura lightens up once the employee is gone, and then turns to look at (Y/n).
"was he bothering you?" He asks. (Y/n) scoffs and shakes her head. "no, he was helping me with the anti-bug! I could have easily turned him down myself." (Y/n) argues, picking up the foam can that the employee dropped on the floor. "some jack offs can't take a 'no' very well." Nathan warns. (Y/n) simply huffs and nods and goes to the cashier to pay for the foam.
Nathan is slowly growing more irritated as other guy continue to hit on his friend. It just doesn't sit right with him. He's grossed out with the thought of (Y/n) going out with someone.
A fresh, cold bottle of beer is placed in front of him. Along with the steak he ordered.
"drink a beer Nate. You need to loosen up a little." (Y/n) says, pouring her own beer in the glass she got with the order. "yeah..." Nathan sighs, and the duo start eating the lunch they ordered at the restaurant where they decided to take a stop at. "I could easily down another 5 of these." Nathan comments after a moment of comfortable silence between the two while gesturing to the now already empty bottle."Let's control ourselves, we're not here to get drunk." (Y/n) responds with a laugh.
"is he your boyfriend?" The waiter asks.
"does everything taste good?" a waiter says as he walks up to the duo's table.
(Y/n) smiles at the waiter. "Yes, very good!" she beams and puts a thumb up.
The waiter smiles back at (Y/n). "that's good. I have to say miss, you are a very beautiful lady." The waiter compliments. Nathan's grip on the knife tightened as he tries his best to hold it in and not make a scene, or kill this guy who even dares to flirt with his friend in his presence.
(Y/n) blushes and smiles at the waiter, "Why thank you sir. that's very nice of you." she replies and giggles softly.
the waiter takes one side glance at Nathan before turning to back to (Y/n).
(Y/n) glances at Nathan herself. To see him turn red from frustration. Her expression fall into one of worry and she looks back at the waiter.
"no-""YES! NOW *RIFF* OFF!!!" Nathan roars out and cuts (Y/n) off. the few people who were in the restaurant look up in shock at the commotion. "Natha-""STOP TALKING TO HER YOU *RIFF*ING *RIFF*!!" (Y/n) is once again cut off by Nathan screaming at the waiter.
the waiter jumps back in fear of what he possible has done to anger this man.
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Nathan stands up, his hair masking his face like curtains. He snatches (Y/n)'s wrist with the intention to leave.
"u-uhmm. Sir, you-you can't leave without pay-""I'M NATHAN *RIFF*ING EXPLOSION!!!" that was all he had to roar out and the waiter backs off with his hands up in defense.
Red-faced, Nathan stomps off clutching (Y/n)'s wrist in his hands. (Y/n) struggling to keep up.
"You didn't like those guys hitting on me, huh?" (Y/n) raises an eyebrow. Nathan stops pacing, but doesn't turn to look at the woman with him. "and how you said yes when the waiter asked if you are my boyfriend?" Nathan's face had just started to cool down and now the heat rises up again, his cheeks dusting pink.
"ugh, Nathan, what the *Riff* was that all about?!" (Y/n) asks, she pulled her arm free from Nathan's grip. Nathan has walked outside with (Y/n). Hoping that fresh air would calm himself a little.
He starts to pace back and forth, to calm down without punching anything.
"i *Riff*ing hate this mall." he groans while still walking. (Y/n) crosses her arms, watching Nathan walking back and forth.
She starts to think, tapping her chin and putting all the dots in line.
Ending the story this way? yes. Great right?
"Nathan?" (Y/n) tries to get his full attention. Nathan however, stands completely still, a single grunt in acknowledgement comes from him.
