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Y/N IS SO FUCKING INSANE HERE I LOVE IT😭😭😭
Hello it's me 🎤🎤🎤🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵
Ok so hear me out 😨 sbg x reader that's like pinkie pie from MLP 😃
Reader has to be more INSAIN THEN AIDEN like girl is the definition of chaos and insanity girl be singing songs about existence an death while running from phantoms wearing VERY BRIGHT AND VIBRAENT colors all the time keeping a smile
That's all girly 😁
By ohmydearesthowiluvu72 ★
Thanks for the request! I had so much fun with this ^^
Party in the U.S.A.
Self-insert, wc: 586. Read with 'Party in the USA' by Miley Cyrus
You refused to wear the suit.
It cramped your style, you claimed, so instead of the stealthy black that the rest of the group donned, you stormed the dimension in your offensively bright pink confetti pajamas and brighter combat boots
You didn’t choose to get stuck in the phantom dimension, but you could choose to do it in style.
You hummed happily as you slowly traipsed through the forest. Aiden insisted on coming with you, though you figured he would only slow you down.
“Y/N, can you please turn off the music? I don’t want to scrape your guts off the ground again,” Ashlyn’s voice crackled in your earpiece. She said it so casually as if it wasn’t a possibility, as if it hadn’t happened before.
“Don’t worry, it’s Miley Cyrus. Phantoms like Miley Cyrus,” you assured her.
The last time you died, the group found your body with Party Rockers still blasting on repeat from your belt speaker. You found it pretty funny, but the recovery process was not.
Now, you always made sure to carry a flashlight when you went out alone. A flashlight in one hand, a weapon dragging in the other, and your trusty speaker Party in the USA from your waist.
“What Carrot Top means, Tyler interjected. “Is that it’s annoying…and it’s hurting her ears,” he said the last part quickly.
“My bad,” you chirped in a singsong voice.
“Do phantoms even like Miley Cyrus?” You heard Logan say before you turned off your earpiece.
“They definitely do,” you said aloud to no one in particular.
“Right guys?” You shone your flashlight at the phantoms staring at you through the tree lines.
“You’re smiling! I knew you liked it.”
You smiled at them, trying to copy their wide, toothy grins. They wined in response.
As your song arrived at the pre-chorus, your flashlight sputtered and died out.
“Uh-oh, well that’s dramatic.”
The phantoms seemed to hesitate for a moment, perhaps confused by the new development.
And a Jay-Z song was on
“What, you boys wanna play?” You slung your weapon, a comically oversized metal mallet, over your shoulder.
And a Jay-Z song was on
As if hell broke loose, the phantoms all charged at you at the same time.
And a Jay-Z song was on
You smirk, tightening your grip on your mallet.
So I put my hands up/They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away
The first phantom reaches you in an instant. It reaches for your speaker, but you bash in its temple before it can.
“Nuh uh, I get aux,” you chatised.
I’m noddin' my head like, yeah
Another phantom sneaks up behind you. You drop onto your back, splitting it through the middle from between its legs. A final scream escaped it.
“Movin’ my hips like, yeah,” you sing along, only barely struggling to keep your breath.
A gaggle of phantoms surround you as you scramble back to your feet.
I got my hands up, they're playin' my song
“Boooo!”
You skip around in a defensive circle, both feet thumping on the spot as you bash skulls on the beat of your song.
They know I'm gonna be okay
You scream out the lyrics as you do, welcoming the phantoms as they come.
Who cared if you died again? You had fun doing it.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.