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milkweed || let the band play au

[ milkweed - hope in misery
song - let the band play by badflower

this is the au where chase and co are semi-famous musicians who open for logan and lewis' band. absolutely batshit crazy idea but i love it and it's given me three new characters that i love

so,,, vague origin story time?? and i swear every time i bring in new characters they're friends of bailey and it's unintentional??

⚠️- language, dumb shit on chase's end, mentions selling nudes, etc

stay safe,
lew. ]

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Chase's weakness has always been pretty girls.

Wait, backtrack.

You might be wondering who the fuck Chase is. And why you should care about the fuckboi football player and pretty girls. Well...

Chase isn't a football player. Chase is a petite bottle blonde with a fuse shorter than herself. And she is really, really, really pathetic when it comes to attractive women.

Chase works at a shitty cafe, typically thrown on a shift with Marcus and Cody, two annoying guys in a band together. And that's how the trouble starts.

During a morning shift, those two idiots keep bickering back and forth, casting glances over at Chase, who's actually doing her job. Sure, she's singing along to the radio softly, like she does every morning she's not in a shitty mood.

Finally, Cody sidles up to her with a shit-eating grin. "So... One friendly gay to another... Wanna come check out mine and Marcus' band this evening?"

She rolls her eyes. That's a common occurrence around him, definitely. "Why?"

"We need a singer," Cody answers plainly, leaning against the counter. "Please, Chase? Marc and I will cover like seven shifts for you—"

"Speak for yourself, dickhead!"

"Well... Fine."

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Chase ends up joining the band.

Mostly, it's due to the fact that the drummer is hot. She's a little taller than Chase, dark hair and bright eyes and covered in tattoos that draw her in. Her name is Maureen, and by the end of the practice session, Chase is head over heels.

Her roommate is excited when he hears about the newest venture in her life. Bailey's excitable anyway, but hearing a story about some of her friends and a pretty girl has got him almost spinning out of sheer giddiness.

"Chill out, bro," she laughs, leaning against him.

"But— I can be your marketing dude, and a couple of my friends can help with art and merch designs and being your merch seller— And—"

"Deep breaths, B." She reminds him gently. "You can come to practice with me tomorrow and talk to everyone."

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Practice goes well. Bailey meeting the band goes well, until two different points. When he faces Cody (who plays bass), and gets a good look at him, he stammers out, "You're really cute."

Cody thanks him with an amused grin, but Chase groans and tells Bailey, "Don't tell him that! He doesn't need any bigger of an ego, and if he tries to date you, I'm gonna hafta cut his hands off."

Cody flips her off.

And then when he gets formally introduced to Maureen, he's in awe. "Wow. Uh, Chase wasn't exaggerating when she said you were super pretty, wow."

Chase can't handle it, so she storms outside to have one of her few-and-far-between smoke breaks. She's definitely not addicted, the occasional nicotine just helps calm her down when she's super stressed.

Before she can even fully enjoy it, someone takes the cigarette away from her, laughing at the annoyed expression on her face.

It's Maureen, who proceeds to take a couple puffs off of it herself. "It's going to kill you one day if you keep it up."

"That's kind of the point," she replies, snatching it back. "It's just every now and then. I've had this pack for three months."

Maureen's quiet, until the cigarette is stubbed out and the end deposited in Chase's pocket. "Y'know, your friend isn't good at keeping your feelings about people a secret. I know that Cody's, and I quote, 'an annoying little fake-Satanic bastard' now."

"There's no way in hell that Bailey said 'bastard'. You're lying."

"You caught me," she laughs again, leaning against the wall. "He seems like a nice guy. Said 'hecking' too many times, but..."

"When B gets really worked up, it's hilarious. I heard him call his boyfriend a 'fricking frick' before because he doesn't want to say 'fuck'."

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"Guys! I got the money to get studio time!" Chase announces as soon as she gets to practice one day. An envelope gets tossed on the table, and Marcus is the first to open it up and read the check.

"Who the hell is Rowan Windsor?" Marcus asks, "Is he your sugar daddy or something?"

Cody and Maureen share a confused glance, while Chase makes a disgusted noise in her throat. "Ronnie's my very rich friend who keeps offering to help me out with rent or bills, and I keep telling him no. Finally, I asked if he'd contribute a couple hundred bucks to our studio fund and the beautiful man gave us the full amount."

"Excuse me, but... Rowan Windsor as in one of the royals?" Cody all but squeaks out, eyeliner ringed eyes open wide.

"Dude. He's my friend. That's all you need to know. Fuck off. My other option for getting the money was starting a private SnapChat and sending nudes."

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[ been lowkey working on this for like two weeks so,,, here ]