#bandau

YA HEARD IT HERE, FOLKS!

The AU is up on AO3 for all the AO3 readers and writers [gods] to read! Literally a day after I announced it. Because I feel motivated today.

Once you see the info, I think you’ll be able to tell I’ve never posted on AO3 before.

Splitdyed (Band) Au where they actually go mega famous lol

Cw: Low-key toxic Yaoi/pairing,,, obsessed with depicting Mike as kind of a jerk lol...

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"No. No fucking way are we playing Corpse Fest. You know I cant!" Clay gestured to his wall, frantic.

"You KNOW who will be there. Look at the line up!" Circled over and over in red ink. "Bvrn3r" He tapped the paper desperately. Stell looked unbother, Caleb unimpressed.

"Clay." Caleb started.

"NO! No way. No chance."

"Clay it's a huge opportunity, Caleb's right. Maybe you can just... avoid him?" Charlie offered from his assigned couch corner. Clay glared at him and whined. Well, continued to whine.

"I cant avoid him! He's like a rat on a subway! Or something sort of... evil....guy who wants to annoy you!"

"Truly impressive metaphor." Stell chimed in.

"You know damn well what I mean."

"Clay this festival is huge. It could be a turning point in our career! Do you really want to work at McDonald's forever just so you don't have to see your ex boyfriend?" Caleb's voice was desperate at this point. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yes."

The group stared at him for a minute. Juggvleaned back and sighed loudly, clearly annoyed and pushed himself off the couch. Scooping Clay off the ground, who despite thrashing and protest wasn't going anywhere.

"Can you carry my drum set, Stell?"

She nodded and group hauled thier things, and their howling lead singer, into the van.

One miserable car ride later landed them in the festival ground for Corpse Fest. Eventually Clay had stopped yelling and begging and attempting to escape and resigned to pouting. Which was also ignored. They dragged gear to their assigned back stage and went over the set list.

"We should play 'i fucking hate you caleb." Clay suggested immediately, clicking his mic stand together.

Jugg grunted in approval, earing an eye roll from caleb.

"Can you try to have fun? Lots of people messaged me that they're excited too see us play."

Clay shifted uncomfortable, guilt starting to seep in. Maybe he's just being a brat. It's a huge festival after all, maybe he wont even see-

"Well, Well, Well. Look who decided to show up! What a sight for sore eyes."

Goddamnit.

"Hi Mike!!" Caleb chirped, unhelpful friendly as always."

"You should play that cover you did for Deserve, that one's cute." Mike brushed Caleb off, leaning on the wall opposite Clay.

"Yeah maybe if im attempting to get the whole crowd to leave I'll try that." He snapped back.

"Woof. Mean. Im just trying to help. I didn't think you'd show up."

"Bet you would have liked that huh?"

Mike grinned at him. His amusement only really severing to piss Clay off further.

"And miss out on your pretty face?"

Clay felt his face and ears burn with embarrassment.

"Okay, shoo, out." Jugg put a firm but very clearly intentioned hand on mikes shoulder. He shrugged and turned.

"Knock em dead puppy."

He pulled the door open and left. If looks could kill... Jugg ruffled Clays hair.

"Ignore it. We have a show to kill, that will shut him up."

Clay took a deep breath in.

Backstage Lovers | PT. 4

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 3 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 3

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Fic request from multiple friends!!! This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

⤷ chapt summary : What if we kissed, just this once? One kiss won't hurt.

mha!aged up ; angst!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ April 5th : I Loved You Last Spring

A year prior, right before graduation Katsuki and Eijiro were almost inseparable. Although they never officially dated, they did thins couples tended to do, Eijiro was even apart of the band for a while until one night, he messed up. 

Just as the crowd began getting amped up, singing along to Mina's voice, Eijiro's guitar wasn't tuned correctly. The entire performance it was out of key, and that pissed Katsuki off.

Once they were all backstage he went off, pointing out every single mistake everyone made out there. 

"Your pitch was off the entire time. I'm so fucking tired of you guys fucking up out there, fix it or this shit's over.", He stormed off outside to get a breath of fresh air

Eiijro followed close behind, his eyes watery, tears threatening to fall. 

"Bakug—", Eijiro was harshly cut off by a gaze from Katsuki that was almost piercing. 

"Get your bullshit together, shitty hair.", Katsuki muttered, only to be met with an aggressive backlash from Eijiro. "No, you're so childish, why do you keep acting like this?"

With tears streaming down his face, thin red strands stuck to his face. His body tremors, it shakes with anger and sadness. "You never had a shot at this shit anyway. Just go home." Katsuki muttered out while walking down the stairs and to his car. 

For a moment, Eijiro just stood there, his heart hurt. With a heavy head hung low, he went back inside and plopped down on the dressing room couch, Mina and Denki sitting there both concerned.

"Dude what happened?", Denki sat down next to him and slung his arm over Eijiro's shoulder. Neither Mina nor Denki have ever seen him cry, he's always been upbeat and happy yet now, tears were falling uncontrollably from his eyes. 

He lifted his hips slightly to grab his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it with the password that was set with Katsuki's birthday.

His tears and sobs blurred his vision and breathing difficult but he opened his messages nonetheless. Katsuki's messages were the most recently messaged, pinned at the top.

"are you breaking up with me?" He typed, but didn't send. He had figured he would've been blocked and just turned his phone off instead. 

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 12:04 : It Was Just a Kiss, Right?

Izuku already made his way back to the apartment, Tsuyu and Ochako still watching their movie. "I'm.. home you two." He spoke, his voice evident of being shaken up.

"Oh! Hi 'Zu! We made lunch, hungry?" Ochako was mixing a small pot on the stove with a wooden spoon, apron tied around her waist in the back with a bow.

"Where'd you run off to, Midoriya?" Tsu questioned, turning around on the couch to sit on her knees while leaning over the back of the couch.

He slipped off his shoes and put them neatly next to the other pair, looking up at Tsu, debating on if he should answer her question honestly.

"Just.. needed some air."

Tsu blinked slowly, not fully believing him, "Have you been.. crying?"

Ochako glanced over her shoulder, concern flickering briefly across her face before she forced a small and soft smile. "Well, air's certainly nice, but food's better. Have a seat, alright?"

She placed the pot on the table and set out 3 bowls. He nodded absently, walking towards the table before slumping down in a seat next to Tsu. His fingers gently traced the wooden pattern of the beat up table, gifted to him by his mother when they first moved into that apartment.

As he sat, all he could do was think. He couldn't stop replaying Katsuki's words and how his voice sounded – hoarse, broken, shaky. It wasn't the same cocky kid he grew up with. This change shook Izuku to the core in a way he couldn't even begin to admit.

Just as he went to pick up his chopsticks, his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. As he pulled it out of his pocket, it lit up with a notification from Katsuki. A new message with an apology.

Kacchan

"Please, just pick up. I'm sorry."

delivered, 12:31

Katsuki had never been one to apologize. To read an apology from him made Izuku feel worse, his breath caught up in his throat. He didn't click on the notification, but Ochako saw it.

"I'll be back, don't wait up."

"'Zuku, don't–" Ochako started but couldn't bring herself to stop him, he was already up from the table and already headed back to his bedroom.

He gently shut the door behind him, stepping into his dim room, the heavy curtains shut. He sat down on the edge of his bed, phone in hands as his thumb hovers over the unopened notification.

His mind flashed through all of the unsent messages he had saved in his notes, things he so desperately wanted to tell him, but just couldn't bring himself to.

Instead of sending a message to Katsuki, he scrolled through his contacts and found Eijiro's number and began drafting a message.

Izuku

"Hey! It's been a while hasn't it? We should meet up at the park! Maybe tmrw at 3?"

read, 13:05

Backstage Lovers | PT. 3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Find part 2 here!! : Backstage Lovers | PT. 2

⋆˚꩜｡ zomzom's extras : Part 4 is already posted!! most likely will be posted not long after this one. This is a Band + Quirkless AU fic, mentions suicide/suicidal intentions and drug usage, you have been warned!!

⤷ chapt summary : "I love you."

mha!aged up ; angst!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 08:00 : Blaring Alarm

Morning sun spilled into the living room where Izuku and Ochako were sprawled out on the living room floor, asleep. The alarm on his phone however had other plans and disrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

He groaned and sat up, turning off his alarm. As his phone screen set back to his lockscreen he had several missed calls, texts, and voicemails from Katsuki.

Hesitantly, he stood up and stumbled into the hallway of the apartment building to call him back.

On the other side of the city, in his bed, laid Katsuki, he hadn't eaten or slept. His face was tear stained and his eyes were bloodshot but that didn't stop him from springing out of bed when he received Izuku's phone call.

He barely let it ring before answering it. Before Izuku even got the chance to say hello, "Izuku? You dumb fuck, why haven't you been answering my calls? Can you meet me somewhere..? Please?", Katsuki was rapid fire with his questions.

"Kacchan, please.. slow down. What's wrong?", Izuku was tired, a tad irritated but would drop everything if it was for him. "Kacchan..?" Katsuki didn't reply for a minute.

He was lost in thought before snapping out of it. "Izuku. Please meet me at the park. I miss you." Three words Katsuki has never said to him.

"Okay I uh... I can meet you there at twel-" "Okay.", Izuku was cut off not once by Katsuki but twice as he hung up.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 11:17 : Meet Me at Our Spot

As Izuku laced up his shoes, he let out a sigh. "I'll be back you two.", he called out to Ochako and Tsu who were both too engrossed in the movie they were watching to hear him.

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With a hefty sigh he backed out of the parking lot of the apartment complex and headed to the park. The same park with the small playground he'd get bullied on. He eventually arrived and parked, his head on a swivel before he spots the only other car there.

A black sports car, sitting in a parking spot on the other side of the lot. Dark tinted windows with orange rims, Izuku registered it in his mind as Katsuki's car from the rearview mirror. He turned his attention back to his phone and texted him.

Izuku

"I'm here"

read, 11:29

Katsuki, with a rushed pace, got out of the car and quickly walked over to where Izuku's small sedan sat. He gently knocked on the window, a panicked look plastered on his face.

As Izuku stepped out the car Katsuki fell into his arms, into a very much needed hug. Izuku made an oomph noise Katsuki's weight cascaded onto him. "Ka-Kacchan—Okay.. Okay." 

"What's wrong?", Concerned, he tried to hold him up. Katsuki remained silent, his body almost dead weight against Izuku's.

"I just can't.. This stupid band, you being so far. You're all I want." He eventually stood up fully and looked Izuku in the eyes, his hands slowly coming up to cup his face. 

"I thought you and Kir-"

"We broke up." Katsuki sharply cut him off. "We never were really a thing anyway."

For a moment they just stood there. The hot and humid summer wind blew around them, making them both visibly uncomfortable.

"I've been nothing but a mess since you – I left.", Katsuki began to ramble. "Everyone else has someone for them but nobody can be there for me and it's difficult.", He continued. 

"Kaminari and Sero.. Hell, even Mina, they're all so happy it just hurts to be around them. I hate it."

Izuku didn't say a word, he listening to him talk even if he couldn't stand to hear how belittling Katsuki's speech was. Soon there was silence and three words spilled out of his lips.

"I love you."

There was another awkward pause, the leaves rustling from the hot wind and their off paced breathing accompanied the silence.

Before Izuku could even get enough air in his lungs to speak, Katsuki brung his face up to his own and closed the gap between their lips.

It wasn't a long kiss but after it was over Izuku pushed away and got back into his car. Without a word he drove off and parked at a nearby gas station, trying to process what happened.

Katsuki stood there in the hot, muggy wind before kicking a nearby rock. His anger boiled over but before he could irrationally react he got back into the car and sat in silence. The heat in there almost suffocating him before he turns the engine on and drives off.

As he's comes to a stop at a traffic light he can't distract his mind from the one other person Izuku mentioned while he was with him, Eijiro. 

“I had an idea for an AU” were the last words I heard before my friend and I started yappin' until we exploded.

oh and i made a playlist

Characters: Nova Rayleigh, Apollo Fengári

Apollo Fengari a 23 year old who plays in a band named, Blink Over Trauma, an alt rock band he plays in with his friends. No one knows what he looks like, sometimes they all cover their faces with masks but he always keeps his on. As well as not knowing his face, no one knows his real name, he just goes by the nickname ‘Mad Dog’ (a name that his friends/bandmates came up with).

Marauders Band AU

(Wolfstar, Jily)

Summary:

The documentary begins with an excerpt from the final show of the Mischief Tour, Sirius Black is singing 'Rebel Rebel', dancing and interacting with the audience and other members of the band. Another video begins, this time the band is gathered in a studio, Sirius, Peter and James playing cards while Lily and Remus play the same verse of “Sorry not Sorry” several times, trying to decide what would come after the repeated verse. Lily smiles at the camera and another video takes its place, this time a home recording of Sirius and Lily dancing to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", eventually Remus, James and Marlene join them. The video slowly disappears; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, smiling at the camera, appear in their place.

Harry Potter (host): This documentary is our attempt to transparently portray how the renowned rock band The Marauders rose to fame, as well as the reasons that led to their lasting hiatus three months after their unforgettable Heaven on Tour show on March 30, 2019.

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