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🎭 [ let's go with this one too since I accidentally sent you the same ones you sent me lmao ]
/// Oh I found this one very interesting, I was able to notice how his answers have changed from what they would have been a year ago with how much he’s grown ! Thanks for sending it !
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Favorite memory with Bill and Evil Rick
“Oh fuck me.” The curse is beeped out for home viewers as Rocker is visibly startled by the question and immediately reaches for his cigarettes. A torrent of memories overwhelm him, the first several not at all pleasant, followed by some fonder ones, all of which show in his facial expressions as he travels through this mental journey. Finally able to light the cigarette he sighs deeply as he exhales.
“Caught me off guard with that one Ben.” Rocker chastises his familiar interviewer as he stalls for time. How could he even begin to answer this question? He considers as he smokes, thinking he could pull a classic maneuver, change the subject or answer in some non committal way and move on, but he’d been thinking about the pair of men a lot of recent and he decided he wanted to answer it honestly.
“This is quite the question.” He begins, tentatively. “There are so many moments, too many moments to possibly recall all of them now and choose just one.” His tone is a bit low, melancholy in it’s way as even remembering the good times hurts him now, with things having become so estranged between the three of them.
Pushing aside the negative thoughts and ignoring the stabs of pain and regret, he cycles through the flashes of nights out causing chaos as only a regular band of terror-Ricks could, a fond memory of a trip to the citadel comes to the front, the Old Man releasing some toxin he’d not created a fail safe for and becoming exposed to. He chuckled as the memory shifted to the old man getting possessed by his own creation, shook his head and laughed again. How many time’s they’d ended up in insane situations from Evil Rick’s creations he’d long ago lost count. But without fail, he’d always get them back out again.
In less time than it take to smoke half a cigarette the play backs continue. He thinks of their birthdays, and illnesses, late nights cooking in the lair, Halloween at the club, fourth of July in gravity falls. Screaming matches and death threats, fights that always ended in hugs and laughter, well.. except for now. He sighs and slumps back in his chair, succumbing to the full weight of what he’s lost.
“There was a night..” he starts slowly, carefully taping off ashes into the tray as delicately as he chooses his words “I honestly can’t tell you the date, or even what time of year it was..” he shakes his head, with planet and dimension hopping so much those kind of details were easily lost “but it wasn’t anything over the top with extravagance or some wild adventure where we cheated death and broke the law, and honestly a lot of the details are a bit hazy..” he scrunches his brow trying to recall “what I remember is the feeling. We’d been working all day AH! yes, working on the damned lair again. Bill had come over to help as it was a big project and afterwards, in the evening they made dinner as I sat nearby playing my guitar. I have this real clear snapshot of it..” he smiles warmly picturing the scene:
Evil Rick with a crisp white apron tied around his waist with an annoyed look on his face as Bill laughs at the sauce he’d just glopped on the old man’s nose. ‘Help me Rocky!’ he called to the musician as Evil Rick descends on him, the chaos that ensued, the state of the kitchen after as they laughed and laughed and the old man made his usual threats if Bill and Rocker didn’t clean everything up…
He continues to smile, the expression widening as the memory plays out in his head. “It was just an ordinary night with the pair of them, but there was a moment when I looked at them both and realized how happy I was, how lucky to have such a partner and best friend, how I felt like I’d finally found my family and the place where I belonged..” his voice cracks at the end of his statement, he sniffles and rubs one of his eyes, the pleasure of the memory being swallowed by the truth of what he’d done, how he’d squandered all that, betrayed them and lost them both. He sniffs loudly again and clears his throat, restoring his self control and smiles weakly. “Well anyway, that’s it. I loved all my time with them, but those little moments, those were everything.”
What's your favorite kind of aftercare, Sparky? And your favorite thing about New York?
He smiles broadly “When he bake me treats” he answers, thinking of his recent cereal infused breakfast buns then laughs “Legit aftercare though? I’d have to say the tender attention he gives to whatever injury I’ve just endured. Tending to rope burns or slapped skin, just the way he lovingly rubs in ointment or whatever it’s a nice little connection moment between us after the intensity of whatever we’d just been up to.”
He lights a cigarette, inhales deeply and speaks with his exhale. “Ahh New York City..” He gets lost in thought a moment “What’s not to love about a city that never sleeps? The beauty of her skyline, the bustling tranquility of the park, the variety of people, food and activities? You can spend an evening in Italy, China, Hollywood or on the water all without leaving the island of Manhattan.” His arms are out wide with excitment as he boasts about his hometown.
“I love everything about my city, but my favorite? If it’s possible to really pick such a thing? Hmm..” his expression turns serious as he thinks beyond the surface. “I’d have to say the memories to be honest..” he ashes his cigarette takes a drag and continues.
“My life has been a crazy ride these last few years, and NYC has played a significant part in all of it. I mean I bought the penthouse as a party hub, a place to host after gig gatherings, award parties and shit like that, but I lived in London, I never expected New York to become what it has.” He smokes some more clearly lost in memories.
“Granted, it wasn’t all good. By any means. Damned near threw myself from the top of my building on more than one occasion, trashed the place more often than I can count, but those deep long ago carved marks in my walls remind me it happened, even though it was some of the most painful moments of my life, those thoughts remind me of the good ones too, not all of which happened in the city, or even on this planet, but it connects back here in some way. And of course life goes on doesn’t it? And it continues to happen here.” He stops sensing he’s carrying on about this question a bit.
“There’s a lot of history held up within the boundaries of this small island and even smaller penthouse, it’s tells the story of my life with all the ups and downs, and I think that’s what I cherish most.”
💫 what's your favorite breakfast outside of cereals?
He laughs “cereal isn’t a breakfast food really, it’s a all the time anytime food. My boyfriend would tell you I’m rarely seen without a bowl.” He laughs some more thinking of the bowl he left on the front porch railing as he was leaving to come to this interview.
“But I digress. My favorite breakfast food has to be cinnamon buns, though again it’s something I’ll eat any time of day, though I guess everyone likes breakfast foods at all different times. There’s some kinda strange comfort in breakfast food isn’t there?” Murmurs of agreement come from the audience.
“I also love french toast and waffles a lot too. Oh and muffins! And a certain bagel.” He smirks and winks at the camera knowing Kinky is watching.
💫 what's your favorite pasta?
“Hmm..” He considers the question as he strokes his beard and looks to the ceiling. “Ravioli” he answers finally, looking back at the interviewer “little pockets of goodness.. mmmm yes. And you can stuff em’ with just about anythin.”
He laughs “they’re the pop-tart of the pasta world! ”
He's not even gonna say anything. He's just gonna walk into the room and flop down on top of Rocker. Don't worry Rocker he's fine. He just decided he needed to be laying on you.
Rocker had been staying near by, but giving his boyfriend some air. He could tell the older man had something weighing on his mind, but after a few months together he’d discovered that Kink would come to him and explain, when he was ready.
Laying out across the entire sofa, the musician set down his Nintendo Switch when Kinky walked in and smiled. “Sup Boo?” He asked softly. Seeing the other just silently continue to walk at him, he anticipated what was coming and shifted to lay more flat on his back, spreading his arms out invitingly.
He sighed with affectionate contentment as his boyfriend plopped on top of him, wrapping his arms around Kinky’s shoulders and automatically humming one of his songs softly. Something he frequently did when he didn’t know what else to do, when he knew it wasn’t time for talking but also felt compelled to verbalize his support.
Finding these kinds of middle grounds was important, that balance between their personalities and needs, the space that existed between them where they were building their relationship on a surprisingly strong foundation of mutual trust and acceptance. He was continuously astounded by how easily it seemed to happen, naturally and almost effortlessly.
Finally, he thought, as he held Kinky close, humming his ballad, he’d managed to find a harmony in life he excelled at as much as with his music.
☁️For Bee if you want! ( but if u can't think of much since they haven't interacted a lot then Bill is fine instead! )
send ☁ for 3 adjectives my muse associates with yours. - No longer accepting
“Alright Rick, Lets continue.” The interviewer shuffles his question cards “How about your ‘Dad’“ he makes air quotes as he says it “if you can believe the tabloids anyway..”
Rocker laughs as he picks up his drink “the only thing they’ve ever gotten right.”
“So you’ve told us, though you’ve always been a bit hazy on the details…” He purposely draws the last word out hoping the musician will take the bait.
“A tradition I hardly intend to break today.” The rock star answers sternly. He’s not about to explain to a studio audience and thousands of television viewers he was ‘adopted’ by the demon because of a Daddy kink gone paternal.
The interviewer exaggerates his disappointment. “Ah well, wouldn’t be the Emmy winning reporter I am if I didn’t ask.” The audience claps.
The musician laughs “Oh yes, tell me more about your one Emmy as I polish my 14 Grammys.” He rolls his eyes.
A member of the crowd calls out ‘aww snap!’ and the rest laugh. Ben looks insulted. “Anyway..” he presses on “3 words to describe Bill..”
“Right, Bill.” Rocker is sitting up a little straighter, clearly pleased with himself. “Let me think..” Awesome, handsome and prankster all spring to mind as he thinks about his best friend and father figure. “Straightforward” he settles on at last, picking up a cigarette and pointing at Ben with it. “Pops, Bill that is, he doesn’t sugar coat shit. He is going to call it as he sees it and he’s not going to tell you what he thinks you want to hear, he tells you what you need to hear.”
He huffs a laugh as he lights the smoke. “Its something I haven’t always received very well, but he’s always helped cause he’s always right in the end.” Rocker smiles “That’s not to say he’s tactless and will just say any old thing without thinking..” he laughs and gestures to himself “that’s me.” He pauses for the audience laughter “Bill’s got damned good delivery, whether with a well timed joke, or much needed words of advice, or ..” he rubs his beard “once in a while a sharp edged comment that stings, but brings you to your senses. Either way, I never would have gotten to where I am now without him.”
The audience awwwws.
He clears his throat of emotions “Yeah, yeah, yeah, save it!” he waves the crowd off “okay um.. what else. I mean honestly I could list a hundred words for Bill.” He shrugs and drags the cigarette “He’s ancient and magnificent. Hysterical, mischievous, loyal. He’s powerful and intelligent..” he lists as he exhales smoke then chuckles. “Those generic ass adjectives aren’t what you’re looking for though, are they boss?”
“Hey I just provide the questions!” Ben throws his hands up in defense.
Rocker laughs “Okay hot shot. Fatherly then.” This time the musician’s hands jump up “I know I know, my father figure is fatherly, real poetic Mr song writer! But seriously, it’s the right word for him.” He takes a sip of his water and continues “He’s head of our little custom family for one thing, but he’s always the first to check on ya if you’ve had a bad day, or are sick or any old thing. Even with his animals, he’s just this real caretaker and seems to almost have this need to fuss over people.” He laughs “Well not people, but us few who are lucky enough for him to call family.”
More awws from the audience and then Ben speaks again. “Speaking of family, Bill recently added to it, didn’t he?”
He nods as he’s swallowing some of his drink “Yeah, Bee. Real cute kid.”
“The other kid that’s won you over that you referred to earlier ?”
He nods again “Yeap, though I mean I don’t know if I would say she’s won me over. I haven’t had a chance to spend much time with her yet, but from what I can tell she’s a real chill kid. She makes Bill and Rick happy anyway, which is the best part of her coming along.”
“How would you describe her then?” The interviewer prompts.
“Hmmm..” Rocker shifts in his chair as he thinks. It’s true what he says, he doesn’t really know the girl too well yet. “Tenacious” he says with a scrunched brow and a nod, as if he’s just agreeing with himself as he says it. “That girl has a real grip on not only herself, but her place in Bill’s life. She knows what she wants and she takes it.” He laughs, thinking of the near wild horse she recently adopted. “I don’t even think Bill fully realized what was happening when she came along, but in her own way she just grabbed onto all of us and was like ‘you are mine now’ you know what I mean? It’s impossible not to find her endearing.. well, unless you cross her!” He laughs again.
“She’s a real spit-fire too!” He says through his laughter. “I’ve seen some blog posts between her and some people she’s not so fond of and woo! Girl’s got her father’s tongue, I’ll tell you that. With some practice when she grows up she’ll be just as able to cut anyone down to size with a well phrased insult as the rest of us.”
“Oh hmm, yeah that sounds very endearing.” Ben teases with a raised eyebrow.
A bark laugh comes out of the musican “Pffft!! Well that’s what makes us a family, a taste for the less than chivalrous.”
The interviewer shakes his head knowingly. “Well then, anything else you’d like to add for Bill or Bee?”
Rocker shrugs again. “What can any man say about his family that could possibly convey how important they are? I love them and I’d be lost without them.”
The audience applauds.
