Cover art by me
The Misfits are in need of a good editor, and you happen to be the perfect one.
I KNOW SWAGGERS NAME ISN'T ERIC BUT WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO USE AS HIS NAME
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Votes (taken from when I started writing the chapter)
1. Swagger / Eric
2. Mason / Zuckles
3. Ezra / RaccoonEggs
And don't worry, this doesn't mean you won't get your quality time with the other boys, it's still a misfits/gay baby gang x reader! ;)
AND THANK YOU ALL FOR 10K! <3
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"I mean you can share a room with me if you want" I look up at Eric and noticed he got a lot of death stares from the others, which I didn't really understand. Or maybe didn't want to understand. I don't really know.
"Oh sure, which one do we take?" I ask him, and he simply shrugged. "I'll just take the first room" I said turning around, leaving the quiet guys behind me.
I opened the door of the first room and dumped my bags on the bed, closing the door behind me. Key word: bed.
Singular.
Not beds.
Just. One. Single. Bed.
Oh boy.
I fell down on it next to my bags, and just stared at the ceiling for a while. What have I gotten myself into? I sighed and decided to start unpacking, putting my clothes in the closet that stood next to the window. I opened spotify on my phone and started playing my favourite playlist on shuffle, as I started organizing everything. I only took half of the medium sized closet so Eric could have the other half, and luckily all my clothing fitted in it.
My favourite song started playing and I just started dancing a bit in my room while I was organising my toiletries in the bathroom. I sang along to the lyrics and was sucked up into my own little world.
"Oh shit Max this is my jam" I dropped the brush I was holding on the ground out of shock and turned around in a fraction of a second. "Jesus christ Smitty you scared me to death" I exclaimed, and he just gave me a soft chuckle. "Oops sorry" he said with a smirk plastered on his face. He leaned against the walls of the bathroom and watched how I picked up the now broken brush. I pouted while staring at it, twirling the two broken pieces in my hand.
I pointed one of the ends towards Jaren as if it was a weapon. "You owe me a new brush milkbag" he rolled his eyes with a smile, and snatched the improvised weapon out of my hands throwing it away in the bin. He then took my hand dragging me with him out of my shared room, towards the exit of the relatively big hotel room. "Where are we going?" I asked the guy, as he picked up his jacket and handed me mine. "We're going to get you that new brush"
