Story cover for Wicked Strings, Wicked Things. by ArynReynolds3
Wicked Strings, Wicked Things.
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Complete, First published Jun 05, 2025
Mature
Connar O'Neil was only supposed to be on tour for six weeks - a last-minute hire as Bad Omens' temporary photographer after their regular guy got mono and a minor identity crisis. She expected chaos, sure. What she didn't expect was Jolly Karlsson: the quiet guitarist with dry wit, a brooding stare, and a wicked talent for both guitar solos and sexier, more... manual things.

One wrong tour bus game of "Never Have I Ever," a misplaced pair of panties in the green room, and a couple of loud nights in hotel rooms later, and the entire crew knows what's up. Except, maybe, for Jolly and Connar themselves.
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102 parts Complete Mature

(COMPLETED) Raphaella Arcega never meant for anyone to see him the way she did - quiet, distant, lost in his own world as he waited at the airport gate. She was just passing time with a sketch, the way she always did, tracing the outlines of strangers who would never know they'd been captured in ink. But this time was different. Because the man in her drawing wasn't just anyone - he was Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson, guitarist of Bad Omens. What started as a simple sketch turned into a ripple across the internet, and soon, a message she never expected arrived in her inbox. One conversation led to another - soft, careful, hesitant. Like guitar feedback humming in the background, their words lingered long after they were sent. Somewhere between lines on paper and strings of music, between sketches and late-night messages, two worlds began to weave quietly together. And maybe, just maybe, the noise between them was never noise at all. It was harmony waiting to be heard.