Jun 21
would u ever release any boofdelivery fics? i know its been a while since the band fics !!! just a request :)) i love ur blog so so dearly
yeah i have some ideas for logan but here's some (nsfw) hcs for now
cw: fem reader
seen from China
seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from Malaysia
seen from Singapore
seen from Singapore
seen from Brazil
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Singapore
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Poland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
would u ever release any boofdelivery fics? i know its been a while since the band fics !!! just a request :)) i love ur blog so so dearly
yeah i have some ideas for logan but here's some (nsfw) hcs for now
cw: fem reader
you expected to have to teach him how to eat you out but he's actually surprisingly good at it. like he gets really excited and he's really sloppy with it, he's so loud as he just slurps and laps up every last drop of your slick. sometimes you think it's more for him than it is for you
this man WHIMPERS like so so loud he sounds pathetic
loooves praising you. constantly calling you pretty or beautiful or when he's really stoned, a goddess
i feel like he really loves watching you ride him. just staring up at you while you bounce on his cock
LOVES sending and receiving nudes istg at least once a day if you're not with him
usually p subby if not a soft dom but can def go feral i think
he also has a thing for sharing smoke with you in my mind
likes listening to you talk about your day while you ride him
he likes when you play with his hair for sure, feeling your nails against his scalp is sooo soothing
i feel like he really likes creampies tbh
would u ever do any more logan/boofdelievery fics?? i feel like he’s too niche tbh
yeah for sure ive been working on a lot of personal projects lately but once i get my laptop (which should be sometime this month) ill be able to focus on writing for this blog again
fever dream
CHAPTER SIX | JEALOUS
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SUMMARY: cooper and logan find themselves unable to play well together, so jack makes them talk it out. CW: angst kinda, marijuana usage, drinking, cocky!cooper, jealous!cooper, territorial!logan WORD COUNT: 1304 dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics !!!
a week after noah’s party, the band was rehearsing in cooper’s garage. they wanted to focus on the instrumentals, so you were sitting and chatting with joko. after exhaling the hit you took from the joint you two were sharing, you looked up to find cooper and logan watching each other. this was normal, as it helped them keep the other guys’ tempos steady, but what wasn’t normal was the intense expressions on their faces. you could’ve sworn it was almost contempt. they had found a way to be cordial outside of playing, but once the music started, all pleasantries were dropped.
“you think they’ll get over it anytime soon?” you asked, passing the joint back to joko.
“who knows,” he replied before taking a large puff. as he exhaled his hit, you sighed.
“i would never have done it if i knew they’d get like this.”
“that’s a lie and you know it,” he chuckled. “just be glad it’s only like this when they play.”
you shot him a look and crossed, then uncrossed your legs. “i was drunk.”
he raised his hands. “i didn’t say anything.”
you grumbled and looked back over at the band. “you didn’t really have to.”
just as you took a sip of your beer, logan met your eyes, and the tempo began speeding up. cooper glanced between you two and scowled, matching logan’s increase. sam, jack, and barce all tried to keep up, but jack stifled his guitar and yelled.
“enough!” he stared at the two of them tiredly. “can you two please work this shit out?”
“i dunno what you’re talking about,” logan muttered, twirling one drumstick.
“you know exactly what i’m talking about.” jack set down his guitar and stood up. “sam, barce, c’mon. they need to talk.”
he walked towards the door to the house, glancing at joko.
“you comin’?” jack asked, hand on the doorknob.
joko shook his head. “i’m unfortunately a part of this.”
jack nodded, and the three of them stepped inside, sam closing the door behind them. cooper and logan’s eyes snapped to your face, and you looked at the floor as you sank down in your seat.
joko took a swig of his beer and gestured with the bottle. “well, talk.”
it was silent for a moment before logan piped up with, “you’re a fucking asshole.”
cooper’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he let out a derisive laugh. “i’m the asshole?”
“yes, you’re the asshole,” logan retorted. “i slept with them one time—”
“it shouldn’t have happened!” cooper spat back. “we talked about it! about how badly i needed you to keep your dick in your pants because we cannot lose them!”
“i’m not going anywhere,” you chimed in, but it did nothing to ease the tension.
“you didn’t even have to know about it,” logan said angrily. “but no, joko had to insert himself into the situation.”
“cooper would’ve found out anyways; i was making things easier for you,” joko replied calmly.
“you should’ve stayed out of it.” logan glowered at him from across the garage, drumstick twirling faster between his fingers.
“and then what? shit gets even messier when you two get together? what about when you inevitably break up?” joko probed.
cooper laughed, resting one arm on his bass. “they were never gonna get together.”
logan whipped his head to face him. “and how do you know that?”
“because they told me they don’t want you.” cooper said the words while looking directly at logan with a wide grin, and you found yourself unable to look away from him. not the confrontation, but him. standing there in his usual hoodie, with his usual mess of dark blond hair, holding his bass like it belonged on him. and it did— he looked incredible when playing; it was hard not to notice. but you’d always looked away, shoved those thoughts to the back of your mind. especially after the kiss with logan.
but now, with you buzzed off two beers and higher than you should be, he looked perfect. joko noticed you staring at him and cleared his throat, pulling you out of your spiral.
“bullshit,” logan said quietly after a moment. he flicked his eyes over to you. “is that true?”
the pained expression on your face told him everything he needed to know, and his face fell as he set down his sticks and walked out.
the resulting silence after logan slammed the door was deafening. cooper’s smile faltered, and joko sighed in defeat.
“i’m gonna go make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” he mumbled, setting down his beer and putting out the joint.
cooper nodded, unable to look at you, and messed around on his instrument. his fingers plucked out riff after riff, and a solid minute passed before he spoke up.
“i shouldn’t have said that,” he said softly.
“no shit,” you breathed. “when i told you that, i didn’t think you’d share it with anyone.”
he winced and ran one hand through his hair. “i’m sorry,” he murmured. “i… i don’t know why i said it.”
you exhaled a long breath and watched as he set down his bass and walked to sit down next to you. for whatever reason, his proximity to you caused your stomach to flutter, and you took a sip of your beer to distract yourself.
the notion that you were falling for cooper was ridiculous. had you not learned your lesson with logan? it was messy enough sleeping with the drummer, but getting involved with the ‘leader’ of the band was a far worse idea.
involved. was that what you wanted? it hadn't felt like this with logan; you knew from the start that it would be just sex. but with cooper… you wanted him around. for more than just some fling. and that scared you.
“are we cool?” he asked after a moment, pulling you out of your thoughts. you turned to look at him, meeting his eyes, and an involuntary smile sprung to your face.
“yeah, we're cool,” you replied. he nodded and matched your expression, and his grin caused you to press your thighs together.
“it'll be okay, with logan,” he said quietly. “he gets over stuff pretty quickly.”
you hummed in response and glanced down at the floor, where he was sidling his foot over to bump yours. it was childish, but it left you floating. you bumped him back, chuckling under your breath.
your eyes slid back up to his face, dragging along his body in a guilty manner. his cheeks reddened as he processed the way you looked at him, and he took a shaky breath.
“i— uh, i got more of those energy drinks you like,” he stammered, desperate to fill the silence.
“the pink ones?” you asked.
“yeah, i found them at a gas station and stocked up.” cooper found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you, and he casually folded his arms in his lap.
“cool,” you breathed. “they're hard to find.”
“yeah, i— i had to search a few places for them,” he admitted.
your eyes widened slightly. he went looking for something for you?
“thanks.” it was barely a whisper. you hadn't realized how much you had leaned in towards each other until the door opened and jack, sam, and barce came out, all chattering about some game they had played the night before.
cooper quickly pulled back, clearing his throat. he stood up and adjusted his hoodie so it was pulled down over his crotch before walking to pick up his bass. the interaction left you reeling, and you didn’t catch your breath until joko walked in with logan and sat down.
“you okay?”
you turned to face him, blinking a few times.
“…how stupid would it be if i did it again?”
so hyped for pt 4 <3
part 4 here bestie
fever dream
CHAPTER FOUR | SUDDEN DESIRE
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SUMMARY: after drinking a bit too much at a gig, reader makes a stupid decision. CW: smut, alcohol, drunk protected p in v sex, reader and logan are both very tipsy, logan is lowkey puppy in this WORD COUNT: 1539 dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics !!!
things after the logan incident were tense. the two of you barely looked at each other, although nobody else noticed but joko. everything was relatively normal until your first gig at a party thrown by one of cooper’s friends.
noah’s house was larger than cooper’s, and he had a nice enough backyard that you could all set up your instruments and have ample room to move around. it was a welcome change from stepping over equipment in cooper’s garage.
the set went well; it was the best you’d played in a while, and any nerves quickly dissipated once you actually started playing.
you were foolish enough to indulge in alcohol, assuming you would just get tipsy and have fun with friends. what you didn’t expect was how strong the drinks were.
before long, you were laughing loudly at your bandmates’ jokes, leaning on them as you listened to conversations. you were comfortable with all of them, as was evident by the way your head rested on jack’s shoulder. cooper kept stealing glances at you, though you didn’t notice. the rest of the group had your attention captured— sam was doing some kind of weird dance, and barce and joko were making fun of him.
when there was finally a lull in the chatter, you excused yourself to go find a bathroom. it took you a bit, meandering around noah’s place, but you finally locked yourself in and began fixing your appearance in the mirror.
suddenly, the doorknob rattled, and you frowned. “someone’s in here,” you called. the noise stopped for a moment before a voice spoke.
“it’s me.”
your eyes narrowed, and you opened the door a few inches.
“what do you want, logan?” you asked in an accusatory tone.
“let me in,” he begged, giving you puppy-dog eyes through the crack. “hurry, someone’ll see me.”
with a sigh, you opened the door, yanked him inside, and locked it behind him.
“what could you possibly want right now?” you asked, leaning against the sink and crossing your arms. “we’re at a gig. don’t tell me you’re trying to pull something.”
“i’m not trying to pull— anything,” he laughed quietly, swaying slightly.
you pressed your mouth into a thin line. “you’re drunk.”
his reply left you even more frustrated.
“aren’t you?”
you sighed deeply, letting your arms drop to your sides, where you nervously rubbed your palms on the fabric of your jeans.
“…yeah,” you muttered, staring at the floor.
logan laughed again and stepped closer, arms caging you in against the counter. “wanna do something stupid?” he asked, and the smile in his voice made you peek up at him.
“…yeah,” you repeated in a small voice. that was all it took for him to lean in and press his lips to yours. there was no gentleness this time, only hunger. he wasted no time licking your bottom lip, and you let him in with a quiet groan. your arms wrapped around him, pulling him as close as you could.
the kiss became more heated as you tugged on his hair, and he pressed his hips against yours as he moved down to nip at your neck.
“logan,” you breathed, tilting your head to give him better access. “don’t— don’t leave any marks.”
“i won’t,” he promised. he was tender with his kisses now, almost nuzzling you as he mumbled something about you being ‘so pretty.’
his words brought a giddy smile to your face, and you hugged him tighter.
“can i fuck you?” he asked breathlessly, glancing up at you. the look in his eyes— desperate, adoring— made it impossible to say no, so you merely grinned down at him and nodded. logan sighed with relief and kissed you again, hands sliding underneath your shirt. his caress against your stomach left a tingling trail, and you shivered underneath his touch.
“bend me over the sink?” you suggested when he pulled away. logan chuckled breathily and nodded, kissing you one last time before carefully spinning you around.
you unbuttoned your jeans, shimmying them down enough for him to have access, and stared at him in the mirror. upon seeing your ass for the first time, he groaned and placed his hands on it. apparently that wasn’t enough, because he pressed his clothed crotch against you and met your gaze in the mirror.
his eyes were dark, chest rising and falling heavily, and he reached into his pocket for a condom before tugging down his sweatpants and boxers so his cock sprung out. tearing the packet open with his teeth, he then slid it onto his length and tugged your panties to the side.
“you need my fingers, or can i just…?” he asked, and you could hear the nerves in his voice.
“i-i’m okay,” you stammered. “i think it’s the alcohol, but i’m, uh… i’m so fucking wet right now.” you sounded ashamed as you mumbled the last part under your breath.
“because of the alcohol?” logan laughed. “not me?”
“shut up and fuck me.” you fixed him with a look that made his cock twitch, and he sucked in a breath.
“you’re sure this is okay?” he asked quietly, checking one last time to make sure you were still okay with this. when you nodded, he pushed you forward over the sink for a better angle and inserted the tip.
you hissed softly, eyes still locked on his, and gripped tightly onto the counter. logan slowly inched in, shushing you and squeezing your waist whenever you made noise loud enough to get you caught.
when he was finally buried to the hilt, he let out a soft groan and threw his head back for a moment before focusing back on you. he gave you time to adjust before he started moving. he might’ve gone slowly at first, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how fast he would end up pumping in and out of you.
“logan!” you gasped, earning a grunt in response from him.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, hands sliding down to grip your hips.
“oh my god,” you repeated a few times. maybe you were just drunk, but you could’ve sworn you hadn’t had sex this good in a long time.
“does this turn you on?” he asked, breathing hard. “knowing we might get caught?”
“it wouldn’t normally, but something about you always makes me do and feel things i shouldn’t,” you answered with a breathless laugh.
“that’s good, right?” he stared at your reflection, a stupid grin on his face as he slammed into you at an inhuman pace.
“we’ll see,” you moaned.
one of his hands flew up to cover your mouth, and your eyes rolled back in your head. the image spurred him to pound you harder and faster, and the cabinet doors under the sink rattled slightly.
“shit,” he whispered, tugging you back by your waist so you weren’t pressed completely up against the sink. he removed his hand from your mouth before asking, “d’you think i can make you cum like this?” he sounded so eager to please you, it would’ve been pathetic if you didn’t find him as attractive as you did.
“honestly, if you keep going as hard as you are, yeah.” you arched your back, drawing a sharp inhale from him, and brought one of his hands to cup your chest. a small whine fell from his lips, and he squeezed tightly as he worked desperately to pound you as hard and fast as he possibly could.
“i-i’m sorry, i don’t know how long i’m gonna last, i—” he started, but you cut him off.
“it’s fine, logan, we’re both drunk,” you choked out. “i’m— i’m close anyway, i think?”
“you think?” he breathed, making eye contact in the mirror again.
“i— yeah, yeah, i think i—”
“c’mon, please,” he begged. “cum for me, please!”
the desperation in his voice shot straight to your core, and the tension that had been building there coiled tight and finally snapped as you clenched around him.
“shit! logan, oh my—”
he clamped his hand over your mouth again, watching your reflection with wide eyes as you collapsed onto the counter, shaking.
“i’m almost there, hold on,” he assured you, pace never faltering. “fuck. fuck, fuckfuckfuck, shit!”
he whimpered as he spilled inside the condom, leaning over you and pressing his chest against your back. you stared up at his image in the mirror, dazed, legs shaking.
when he met your gaze, he looked absolutely gone. it took a few long moments for him to catch his breath and pull out, and when he did, you cringed at the lewd noise of him exiting your cunt.
the condom was buried in the trash can, and you both pulled your pants up awkwardly before turning to face each other.
“oh my god,” you murmured, fixing his hoodie so it looked like nothing happened.
“is that a bad ‘oh my god,’ or…?” he asked softly, adjusting your hair.
you took one last look in the mirror to smooth yourself over before answering. “we’ll see,” you said again.
with that, you opened the door and froze.
cooper leaned against the opposite hallway wall with joko, drink in hand, expression unreadable.
“are you fucking kidding?”
fever dream
CHAPTER THREE | MEDDLE ABOUT
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SUMMARY: when logan and reader are left alone for a bit, he decides it's time to act on his feelings. CW: makeout session (not explicitly smut but i tagged it as such bc there's barely any logan stuff out there) WORD COUNT: 746 dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics !!!
weeks passed, and you grew more and more comfortable with the band. you smoked with joko, caused chaos with sam, and cooper began teaching you to skate. however, there was one member you felt the most tension with, and whenever you found yourself alone with him, words seemed to fall out of your mouth before you could think them. today was no different.
“you killed it on that last song,” logan said softly, twirling his drumsticks. everyone else had stepped out, either to get food or run errands. the two of you stayed behind to go over ideas for a setlist. they’d have to be ran by cooper, but the two of you were good at coming up with plans.
“so did you,” you replied, glancing over at him. every time your eyes met, the air felt electric, and you were unsure of if the feeling would ever go away. you hoped it would; getting involved with a bandmate was always a recipe for disaster.
“yeah, but you were better.” he set down his sticks and stood up, stretching so his hoodie rode up and exposed a bit of his stomach. you bit your lip and looked away, but when you looked back up, he was standing in front of you.
your eyes widened, and you contemplated stepping back, but your feet remained rooted to the ground.
“hi,” you whispered nervously.
“hi,” he repeated with a goofy grin. “you have any set ideas?”
you shook your head, and he stepped closer.
“me neither.” his voice was low, as if he were afraid of being heard despite you being the only ones in the house.
“we should probably… brainstorm, then,” you mumbled, unable to look away from his face.
“yeah, we should,” he replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “i don’t really wanna do that, though.”
you raised one brow, growing more and more suspicious. “what do you wanna do, then?”
logan stepped closer again, now inches from you.
“kiss you.”
you blinked, unsure of if you heard him correctly.
“what?”
“can i?” he asked, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.
you laughed softly in disbelief, staring up at him through wide eyes.
“are you serious?” you whispered, and he smiled that goofy smile that always made your stomach flutter.
“i need a yes or a no,” he said softly.
without thinking, you murmured a, “yes,” and he leaned in slowly, giving you time to back out. for whatever reason, you didn’t.
your lips met, and he pulled back after a second to analyze your expression. finding it satisfactory, he kissed you again, rougher this time. your arms wrapped around his neck, and he backed you up against the wall, carefully stepping over cables.
you gasped softly as your back hit the wall, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. one of your hands moved to tug at his hair, and he groaned into the kiss. you swallowed his noise, pulling him flush against you.
what were you doing? you’d sworn not to engage in anything like this with any member of the band, and here you were, sucking face with your drummer. everything in you was screaming for you to stop, but he tasted like weed and blue jolly ranchers, and you found it addicting.
logan ground against you, drawing a soft moan from your lips. he placed a hand on your waist, bunching up your shirt slightly. you were so lost in each other that neither of you heard the door to outside open.
“LOGAN!!” joko yelled, and he let go of you in an instant. he wiped his mouth, breathing hard.
“yeah?” logan asked innocently.
“are you fucking kidding?” joko set down the bag of energy drinks he was carrying and stomped over to his friend.
“what?”
“i’m gonna pretend this didn’t happen, and it’s never gonna happen again. because if cooper finds out, he’s going to be beyond pissed.”
you pushed yourself off the wall and shoved past them, walking into the house to find the bathroom. their yelling carried all the way through the house, and you prayed it would stop before anyone else got home.
when you locked yourself in the bathroom, you stared at yourself in the mirror. you looked disheveled, lips swollen and puffy, hair mussed, a wild look in your eyes. the realization of how complicated you had just made things hit you like a truck.
what had you done?
fever dream
CHAPTER TWO | DECODE
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
SUMMARY: reader meets the band!
CW: marijuana usage, logan is just a liiittle bit of a perv. just a lil
WORD COUNT: 1346
dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics !!!
meeting cooper's friends was… loud, to say the least. when the two of you got close enough to his house, you could hear a cacophony of drums and random guitar riffs accompanied by shouting coming from his garage. he led you around the side of the house and in through a door to the rehearsal space. the walls— including the garage door— were covered in soundproofing foam, and instruments were set up everywhere. there was barely any room to walk, which is why a tall man with dark curly hair nearly tripped over a sage green bass.
“don'tdon’tdon’t— sam, you fucking idiot, be careful!” cooper panicked, surging forward to protect his instrument.
“it's fine, coopah,” sam insisted, and the man behind the drumset snickered.
“shut up, logan,” cooper snapped, picking up his bass and slinging the strap over his neck. as much as you hated to admit it, he looked good with it on. but catching feelings for someone in a band you just joined was far from wise, so you shook the thought away and glanced over to the drummer.
“i didn’t even say anything!” logan defended himself, eyes trained on you. you blinked, cheeks heating up at the way he looked at you, and looked away. you landed on two guys in folding chairs, one with an acoustic guitar and the other scrolling on his phone.
“that’s jack, with the guitar, and joko,” cooper said, eyes trained on his instrument as he tuned it. he introduced you finally, and everyone nodded or murmured a ‘hello.’ you managed a weak wave and looked down at the floor.
the door to the inside of the house opened, and another person stepped out. cooper looked up and nodded in acknowledgement before introducing you for a second time and saying, “that’s barce, he’s on keys."
“barce?” you repeated, a slight smile on your face. he looked up at you as he stepped behind his keyboard and raised his brows.
“yeah?” he asked, almost challenging you to say something.
you raised your hands and shook your head innocently, and jack stood up to go stand by cooper.
“take my chair, if you want,” he offered, not looking at you as he ran through a melody. cooper corrected him on a few things, and you noticed there was no animosity between them and felt relieved that everyone was comfortable enough to admit their mistakes. past bands you had been in hadn’t had that— everyone was always so sure of themselves, and it led to many fights.
you shuffled over to sit next to joko, who you now noticed was smoking a joint. you reflexively sniffed the air, and he looked up from his phone with a quiet chuckle.
“you want some?” he asked, sliding the device into his pocket. reluctantly, you nodded and took it from him, inhaling deeply. it turned out to be a mistake, as you let out a sputtering cough. joko’s eyes widened. “yo, you good?”
“i’m fine,” you choked out. “stronger than i’m used to.”
you heard a fridge open, and before you could pinpoint where it was, logan was in front of you with a cold water bottle. you stared up at him with glazed eyes, and he shook it gently in front of your face to get you to take it. he watched you swallow several gulps with a grin.
“logan, get the fuck back behind the drums, we’re almost ready,” cooper called from his spot next to his amp.
“coming,” logan grumbled, his eyes flicking up and down your body once before he turned away. joko snorted and shook his head.
“what?” you asked in a hollow voice, not understanding what had just happened. you hadn’t been this high in a while, and it severely muddled your comprehension skills.
“he’s shameless,” joko muttered, barely audible over the random discordant notes of everyone warming up individually.
unsure of what to say next, you decided to ask, “so what do you play?”
“electric, sometimes. when sam’s busy or they need multiple for a song.”
you nodded and blinked in surprise when he took the joint from your fingers. you hadn’t realized you were still holding it.
just as you were about to speak again, cooper counted off while logan hit his sticks together. the resulting sound was by no means bad, just unpolished. the definition of garage band music. you could tell how badly they needed a singer— without a vocal melody, they were rushing.
cooper and logan kept glancing at each other, trying to keep the rhythm steady, but sam was intent on speeding up.
“stop! stop, guys, jesus,” cooper groaned after he deemed the song unsalvageable.
“don’t look at me,” barce mumbled as sam turned to face him.
“yeah, no, sam, that was all you,” jack said, placing a hand over his strings to stifle them.
“i wasn’t even— i was barely doing anything!” sam defended himself, nearly yelling.
okay, so maybe not everyone could take criticism.
“you were too fast and you know it,” cooper replied, plucking out a quiet tune on his bass. “run it through just you and logan.”
sam groaned loudly and turned to logan, who counted him off before launching into the song again. cooper set down his bass and grabbed an energy drink from the fridge, then walked over to you.
“sorry we’re not, like— i thought we’d make a better first impression than this,” he mumbled.
you smiled. “this is actually far from the worst i’ve heard; i promise you’re fine.”
joko glanced between you two, shifting in his seat.
“it’s always sam, i swear to god,” cooper sighed. “is there anything you wanna sing, just so we can get a feel for your voice?”
you hesitated, and he sipped his drink before speaking up again.
“we know a lot of stuff, and if we don’t know what you want, we’ll learn it real quick.”
with a sigh, you glanced over at logan, who was staring at you. when you made eye contact, he slipped up, and sam started yelling at him. it didn’t matter, logan just smirked at you and counted sam off again before going back to drumming.
cheeks heating up, you focused back on cooper. “you guys know any paramore?”
he lit up, nodding eagerly. “yeah, take your pick!”
after a moment of thinking, you decided on ‘decode.’ everyone but cooper and logan stepped inside to have a snack while you warmed up, and by the time they were back, cooper had set up a microphone for you.
you were shaking from nerves as everyone took their positions, and logan smiled warmly at you to try and reassure you.
“alright, doesn’t have to be perfect, just has to be good enough right now,” cooper called out. he locked eyes with you, making sure you were ready before counting everyone off.
“holy shit, that was the first time we’ve gotten through a song in weeks!” cooper said with a grin, setting his bass down. “you’re incredible.”
you looked away, eyes settling on a rack of skateboards on the wall. “i’m not incredible,” you mumbled. “i was flat, and sharp, and i’ve gotta work on my breath.”
“it was perfect,” he assured you. “we can always work on it, but you’re a great match for the band.”
you started to disagree on ‘perfect,’ but joko cut you off.
“he’s right, you sound great with them,” he affirmed.
murmurs of agreement filled the space, and logan chimed in with, “you’re gonna sound great at our gigs!”
you hid your face in your hands for a moment, unable to keep yourself from smiling, and giggled nervously.
“i’m in, then.”
everyone cheered, and cooper pulled you in for a quick hug before dropping his arms and looking away, seemingly embarrassed. the affection didn’t bother you; you felt at home with this group, despite only knowing them for a short time. a thought occurred to you, and you turned to cooper in confusion.
“what’s the band’s name, anyway?” you asked.
“oh. fever dream,” he replied with a grin.