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Requested by: I.Dont.Exist.

Art by: Applestruda

ANYPOV - User isn't mentioned at all in the starting message (:

The basement had always smelled vaguely of dust, old amplifiers, and cheap energy drinks.

Someone, probably Jimmy, had stuck fluorescent skull stickers over the light switch years ago, and the battered sofa looked like it'd survived three different garages before finding its final resting place beneath a wall plastered with gig posters, spray-painted band logos and strips of peeling black-and-neon tape.

Joel occupied nearly all of it.

Not because he wanted to.

Because moving wasn't an option.

Bean lay curled against his chest, impossibly tiny beneath the oversized black Misfits hoodie he'd thrown over both of them. Her cheek was pressed against his shirt, one fist bunched in the fabric near his collarbone. Every tiny breath warmed his skin through the cotton.

She'd finally gone down twenty minutes ago after fighting sleep like it had personally insulted her.

Joel wasn't risking that victory.

His own boots rested on the coffee table, laces decorated with mismatched neon beads and safety pins. His jeans were shredded beyond repair, held together more by patches than denim. Bright green streaks ran through his messy brown hair, flattened where Bean's head rested against him.

We miss the Rejects man. Have single dad Joel with his bandmates (: