#*sick guitar riff starts playing*

[hunterbunter3000]

Lately I have been thinking of like Sweet Yamz playing and the boys are staring at sweets in awe in the background lol.

OH NO NOT🍠🍠 SWEET YAMZ 😭😭😭😭

That's a getting pregnant song babes, you playin with fire 😱😱😈

Omg Sweetheart actually making yams as her guilty pleasure snack and then this song comes on from her phone and the speaker is BOOMIN

Sweetheart: HAH! oh wow, what a coincidence! This is my jam tho

Then she just starts whining down and snapping her fingers in the air. I mean dayum, she can really move her body like a snake.. (MOVE LIKE A SNAKE MO-MOVE LIKE A SNAKE) (sorry 🧍‍♀️)

Her hips are just swaying side to side while she belts out the words aggressively

Sweetheart: CAN I GET TO THE YAMZ- SWEET YAAAHHMMMZZZ SHOW ME THE WAAYYY CAUSE I GOT FFFFUCKIN BILLS TO PAAAYYEEEEE

And sometimes patting her ass to the beat and when the word Yamz comes on she whines her hips down with her hands still on her ass (she's so in her own world omg)

As she belts out the last of the words, she turns around and sees everyone standing there like 😳🧍‍♂️😃🤳

SHE SCREAMS SO HIGH AND JUMPS BACK INTO THE FRIDGE AND FALLS ON THE FLOOR (IM CRYING)

Soap, Gaz, Alex and Horangi BURST out laughing and the others are so concerned and worried she got hurt

König: Süße Torte, a-are you alright?

Sweetheart: HOW LONG

König: huh

Sweetheart, still on the floor: HOW LONG WERE YOU ALL THERE FOR

Ghost, tense as shit: The whole time.

Sweetheart: WHAT

Gaz, still laughing: I GOT THAT ALL ON VIDEO

Horangi: SEND IT TO ME

Sweetheart: DONT YOU DARE

Gaz: I SENT IT TO EVERYONE

Sweetheart, chasing after Gaz: GARRIICCKKKK DELETE THAT SHIT N O W

Gaz, still laughing as he running away: NEVAAAHHHHH

(They all watched the video on their phones when it was night time. All of them watched it for different reasons EHSHEHSH 🤭🤭)

[ioniansunsets]

I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG AND OMG

hey imma need that confession Heartsteel Kayn moment yannoooo… fr all I’ve been thinking about 😳😳😳

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Confessing ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.2k

✖ Tags: Awkward Confessions

✖ A/N: Reader here is just someone who works at his studio! He met you as Heartsteel slowly begun to start out and get ready for debut. Also writing this with that one ask about him writing a song about this exact moment in mind. Heehee!

I was reading some fanfics on my side and got filled with so much adrenaline and emotions I spat this out. I got very very very carried away writing this. I hope its not too OOC. Thank you for asking for this, I couldn't stop thinking about writing it.

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It sucked. It fucking sucked. The way his heart raced when you were near.

The loud thumping against his chest. He hated it.

He hated how vulnerably and un-badass it made him feel. How the high he got from you rivaled that of the stage.

How your voice played over and over in his mind more than any melody he knew. How your laughter made his knees weak. It made Him. Weak!

He hated. He loathed. He grunts in frustration as he rocks out hard on his guitar. Fingers picking at the strings, a sick solo riff but it was for no one but himself.

Oh, how he did arguably stupider things than usual when he saw you watching. Showing off to you he jumped off a stage once. Which is not too far off from usual but it was to no audience! It was during a practice run! He did it just to flex to you that he was cool! Fucking embarrassing to remember but he did! All because you were standing nearby! How could you do such a thing to him!

The absolute frustration he was filled with. Not pent up rage, not a craving for violence and destruction, but affection? Undeniable. Overflowing. Drowning and choking him. Affection!

He finally threw his guitar on the ground. Breathing heavy. Hands running through his hair to push away the hair that has fell to his face in his little jam session. Hands wiping away the sweat. No matter how long he played, how fast his fingers pressed the strings, how frantically he strummed away. How he still played, chipping his painted nails when he slips up and drops his pick. The loud music of his electric guitar couldn't drown out the high BPM beat of his heart going off in his ears. The mental image of you smiling and waving at him every time he shows up. The tingle in his fingertips imagining himself holding you.

Swallowing hard, he storms out of the studio. He was at his fucking limit and refused to deal with this flip flop of emotions any longer. A cold shower. He calms down. Tomorrow. At the studio when he goes in to record. He'll find you then. He'll go early before the rest of the band gets there. He'll get this done and over with. Enough hours were spent being a mess about you. He was going to get this done! Tossing and turning in bed for hours he finally falls asleep. Tomorrow, he'll confess.

xxxx

The next day came soon enough. Making sure he looked good, makeup on, hair styled nicely, a sexy ass outfit with his deliciously sculpted abs out. Not the usual for when he goes to the studio but if he was going to be confessing? Perfect. Yes he was perfect in his own eyes but still, his heart raced. Small whispers of Rhaast in his mind, telling him they might reject him, that he was someone that needed nobody, he shouldn't go up to them and say anything, the frustration was so good for his music! But still, he walked on. Boots hitting the floor at the same pace of his rapidly beating heart as he walks up to you. You heard him before you saw him, the thump of his boots echoing closer and closer.

" Hey!"

He cringes internally, the hell was that greeting. Hey? Just hey?! He smiles. Cocky as usual. Face never betraying his emotions, yeah he was cool like that. The shaking of his hands held back as he puts them in his pockets. Its alright, he looked cool. Just like that, hands in his pockets fiddling with his phone as he leans against the wall to talk to you.

" Can I talk to you a bit before I go and record stuff?"

Oh gods you smiled and nodded. His heart fluttered. His expression, involuntary, visibly lighting up. The way your smile just made him smile so bright back. He takes a deep breath.

" I uh...I love you."

He spat it out. It wasn't cool. It wasn't sexy. It was a choked out confession. Heart racing, palms now sweaty in his pockets, still shaking. Hells, shaking More now. His breath heavy as he tries to keep the anxiety at bay. A feeling of stage fright he never felt before. Suddenly hitting him. You look at him, face slowly getting more flushed as you process the sudden confession.

" I hate it but I've fallen head over heels for you. I'm a fucking wreck. You ruin me."

Kayn runs his hands through his hair, a habit to calm himself down. His eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before continuing.

" You genuinely make my time here at the studio fun, your presence is chaotic and calming at the same time. I want to be with you. I want us to be a thing. You already know me, you've seen the me on stage during practice, off stage when I record lines, you've seen Rhaast go all out and you still choose to be around me. I want you more than anything I've ever wanted."

He looks at you now, a calm stare. Lips pursed in a tight line. Swallowing hard. His nerves somehow finding solace in letting out all his feelings that were pent up over the month or two since you got to know each other. You laugh, gods your laugh. He's giddy. You tell him you love him too. He smiles.

A pause as he suddenly stands up straight. You tell him you love him too?

" Wait haha what? Really?"

He was amazing of course you'd say yes but still, there was that tiny part of him that was worried. You liked him back? You Love him? The amazing you! The you that shone like a sun in his frustrating days of endless work as a rockstar. You! He was fucking Elated. Arms immediately around you, a tight hug as he lets out a sigh. Breath he didn't even realize he was holding until now. His arms still shaking a little as he held you.

" Can I kiss you. Right now? I-"

Kayn doesn't even finish his sentence, the moment you nod his lips are on yours, passionate. Hands threading through your hair as he holds your head gently. Holding you against him. His free hand around your waist, supporting you as much as he was supporting himself from falling apart at your touch. How he loved you, the smell of your hair so close to him now, the taste of your lips on his, the feeling of your soft delectable lips on his. How warm you were in his hands, how faint your breath on his face. He was in love. He was in Love.

As he pulls apart. He takes another deep breath. The way you left him literally breathless. Fuck. This was an excitement he never felt before. Never has a kiss left him feeling so...good? Never has a hug left him literally shaking with excitement. You were special and now you were his.

" You're so fucking perfect you know that?"

He laughs shakily. A hand rising, trembling as he lightly touches his lips. Still in disbelief. He loves you. Undeniably. Overwhelmingly. The storm of emotions he held for the past, who knows how long, now a summer breeze filling his chest with a warmth he doesn't remember ever feeling. He loves you.

[redr0sewrites]

Hi! I absolutely loved your lucifer x punk reader and was wondering if you could do a gn punk reader but with Velvette please?

nonnie i hope u know that u absolutely made my year with this request i NEED more velvette reqs she is my guilty pleasure

🥀 Cw: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end

Velvette is absolutely the type of person to LOVE having an alternative s/o

she def finds anyone with a unique style intriguing, and once she actually met you she fell hard

def inspired a clothing line or two after you before you both even became official

she would also ask you to model and would ask for your opinion on designs!!!!! ur def her muse in a way, and she LOVES dressing you up in spunky outfits and designing new outfits just for you

velvette just loves dressing you up, and loves going out together when you're both dressed to the MAX in full aesthetic outfits

shes so good at doing hair and makeup too, URGRHRH imagine her sitting on your lap and doing your eyeliner for you or putting liberty spikes in your hair...

if your super into DIY or patch vests, pants, etc Velvette LOVEESSSS helping you make clothes

she will make patches and pins for you to wear!

velvette def has you show her some of the DIY tricks you know, and she shows you some in return

YALL ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY POSITIVELY HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS

all of hell starts to see even more alternative and punk influence in fashion once you both become OFFICIAL official

velvette also announces it on practically every social media platform possible that you both are together, she loves showing you off and she is NEVER the type to be ashamed of her partner

you both def make those alt couples goals videos, and if anyone ever hits on you velvette will conveniently post blurry photos of you both making out the next day on her sinstagram

she shows up to important meetings and work events with you both in your spunky matching fits

you both heavily believe in being fashionably late and def help eachother get ready (but it ends up taking longer bc she just can't help but kiss you over and over while you're trying to do eyeliner, and you are definitely no help when she's struggling to choose which accessory to wear)

she's already a huge advocate for change in the way hell is run, and you both bond over your anti-authoritarian ideals

velvette does what she wants and nobody can tell her otherwise, and teh same goes for you. she genuinely admires that you really don't care what others think about you and you're style, and was def attracted to that aspect of your personality before you both even dated

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME SHE WOULDNT ADORE FEMINIST ROCK LIKE SHE WOULD EAT THAT SHIT UP

you both love bikini kill, hole, x ray spex, destroy boys, JOAN JETT, all of that genre

she probably knew about punk music before she met you, but you def introduced her to it more

velvette loves long car rides where you're BLASTING music and screaming it at the top of your lungs while chains and hair is flying everywhere as you tear down the road speed limit where

if you wear lots of chains she def tugs on them to pull you into kisses and pulls you in by the belt too... (i want to make a drabble about this soooo bad)

all in all, yall r a POWER COUPLE lmao

"babe, what about this?" Velvette twirled you around, adjusting some of the pins on your vest before turning you towards the large, illuminated mirror that covered one side of the messy dressing room. music played in the background, filling the room with guitar riffs and breathy solos. discarded fabrics and chains covered the floor, all remnants of Velvette's past designs.

"damn, this looks sick as fuck!" you exclaim, giving a little twirl to show off the distressed patterns and chunky shoes. Velvette nodded approvingly, stepping towards you with a smirk. she reached out, hooking her finger through your belt and pulling you into a kiss. her tongue slipped past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth as the kiss grew more steamy. "fuck you're so hot," she murmured against your lips, her lip stick was smearing across your skin as she pressed hasty kisses and nipped at your hawline. "i adore dressing you up," she whispered, pulling you in closer, "but i love undressing you even more..."

SHES SOOOOOOO RAHAWHAHGWGGGGGG i need more velvette contentttttttttt

[miauta]

sick guitar riff starts playing

[sanguineterrain]

We Got A Lovin' Thing - s.h. | e.m.

Summary: Eddie, as it turns out, is the only one with a brain cell among the three of you. (Or: the time you didn't know you were all dating).

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff, idiocy, jealousy, misunderstandings, me attempting to write the "didn't know they were dating" trope.

dividers by s-tarksintern

"You don't have to."

The tickets had barely entered your hand before Eddie was making excuses. He shoved a handful of curls behind his ear. You tutted, swatting his hand because that was exactly what made them frizz. He hesitantly released the curls, twisting his rings around his fingers instead. 

"Of course we'll go," Steve said. "We wanna support you. Right, Y/N?" 

You nodded eagerly. "That's right. Dustin's told us all about your sick guitar riffs. Obviously, I need to hear them for myself."

"I mean, you know if Dustin's hyped, it's gonna be bitchin'."

You grinned at Steve. He mirrored you. All of the tension slipped out of Eddie. He lost an inch in height from posturing for rejection. Which didn't make sense. Steve would certainly never reject Eddie like that. Maybe Eddie just really wanted you to go. 

"I know it's not really your guys' thing," Eddie said. "Which is why I didn't wanna pressure you. And I know we're taking it slow, so…"

"I don't think you need to take introducing us to your metalheads that slow, Munson," Steve snorted. "We can handle it."

"Steve should wear your vest," you suggested, wiggling your brows. 

"Me? No, no, you'd wear it way better than me," insisted Steve. 

"How 'bout," Eddie said, shrugging off said vest. "The prince takes the vest and the fair maiden gets my bandana. As a token of gratitude."

Your heart fluttered as Eddie gently wrapped the fabric around your forehead. You helped him tie it in the back, his fingers brushing yours. The bandana was soft and smelled like his cologne, patterned with multicolored skulls. 

"Sure we're metal enough for you and your crew?" you asked, trying to push down the butterflies in your belly. 

Eddie grinned. "Without a doubt. Better than Ozzy."

"I think Steve should throw it back to eighty-six and show off the sternum bush," you said, playfully poking his chest. "That bare chest was the highlight of my year, Harrington."

"Yeah, yeah," Steve snarked. "Take a picture."

"Oh no, I wouldn't wanna make anybody jealous," you laughed. 

"Jealous? Never!" Steve cast dramatically. "Eddie knows my adoring fans mean nothing to me!" 

"Imagine my relief," Eddie said, draping an arm over you, then Steve. "Can't have anybody looking at my guy. Or my girl."

You squirmed under his arm, sliding out of his grip as smoothly as possible. 

"Um, yeah. Well, I don't think you'll have to worry. You steal the show every time, Eds."

"Sweetheart, you've gotta wait till I actually start playing before you gas me up," Eddie grinned. 

You shoved his arm, attempting vainly to mask your nerves. 

"No gas! It’ll be great."

You left Eddie’s room, heading out the front door. Steve followed you down the steps.

“Show starts at eight!” Eddie called after you. 

“We’ll be there, superstar,” you said, giving a thumbs up. “Dress pretty—Steve’s not easily impressed.”

“Hilarious,” Steve snarked. “Maybe you can follow his act with some of those jokes.”

You stuck out your tongue and got into the passenger side of his 733i. 

“Isn’t Eddie giving you a ride?” he asked, getting into the driver’s seat.

“Why would Eddie give me a ride? Doesn’t he have a rehearsal?”

Steve shrugged. “How would I know? He’d tell you before me.”

“What? No way. You’d be the first to know. You’re the one who brought up Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve never been to a show,” Steve said, pulling out of the trailer park.

“You haven’t?”

“No. When would I have gone?”

“I mean… anytime, really,” you frowned. “I thought Eddie would’ve invited you by now.”

Steve gave you an incredulous look. “Me?”

“Yes?” you scoffed. “Why are you acting so weird?”

“Why are you?” Steve shot back. 

“I’m not…” you trailed off. 

He remained quiet, so you dropped the subject. You rested your head against the seat and watched Steve from the corner of your eye. Eddie was lucky. Nancy had been too. You’d always thought so.

The metal infinity ring was on Steve’s right middle finger. You were there when Eddie gave it to him. Eddie had given you a ring too, days before that. For a moment, you’d hoped and wondered. Wondered if maybe Eddie felt the same as you did. 

You wore yours on a thin chain around your neck. That was how pathetic you were—if it was a ring from Eddie Munson, you’d wear it close to your heart, even when it was painfully obvious yours meant something different from Steve’s. 

“Wanna stop by BK before I drop you?” Steve asked.

“Sure,” you smiled softly. “Thanks, Steve.”

He nodded, mirroring your smile. His veins were stark lines against his skin. You stared unabashedly at how his hands curled around the steering wheel. How could anybody blame Eddie? You’d give Steve pretty rings too. 

Steve ordered your regular at the Burger King drive-though. You reclined in the seat.

“Should’ve brought Eddie something,” you said, eyes closed.

“He likes BK?”

“His stomach is a bottomless pit. He’ll literally eat anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

“Gross, Steve!” you scoffed, thwacking his arm. “Don’t be a perv.”

He cackled as he pulled up to the next drive-through window. The girl at the window took the money, then leaned in while waiting for the food. 

“Hi,” she said, fluttering her lashes.

“Hey,” Steve nodded. “How are you?”

“Good. Want extra sauce?”

“I do!” you interrupted, sticking your head next to Steve’s.

She shot you a dirty look. You wiggled your fingers in a wave.

“Can I get extra sauce? Or does he only get extra sauce?”

Her face twisted into a mix of jealousy and disgust. She shoved the bag through the window, then slammed the screen closed. You burst into giggles as Steve drove off.

“Was that really necessary?” he sighed, passing you the food.

“What? Not like you’re interested. She’s not your type.”

“I—my type?”

“Yeah?” 

You shoveled a few fries in your mouth. 

“And what exactly is my type, Y/N?”

“Not her,” you sniffed. Not me, either.

“That’s specific.”

“I know. My mysterious feminine wiles are irresistible.”

“Ah, yes. What drew Eddie to you in the first place,” Steve agreed.

He didn’t mean anything by it. That didn’t stop the ache. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shoving more fries into your mouth. “Right.”

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, slowing down in front of your house.

"See you then," you confirmed, closing the door.

"Wear somethin' nice for Eddie," Steve teased.

"You first!"

You watched him drive off, dejectedly chomping down on a chicken strip. Oh God. What were you doing?

The club was loud. You’d tried to dress a little closer to the demographic but you weren’t sure you’d accomplished such a thing. Still, it was better than Steve, who looked like he’d just gotten a callback for Grease.

“Dude, what the hell are you wearing?”

“This is cool!” he insisted. 

“Tell me about it, stud.”

“You wore overalls to a metal concert and you wanna make fun of me?” 

“I look cute,” you announced. “And there’s no denying you do too, Steve, but jeez. What happened to wearing Eddie’s vest?”

“It’s under the jacket,” he said, unzipping the black leather jacket. “Did you just call me cute?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, T-Bird.”

“How many Grease references are you gonna make?” he huffed.

“How long is the performance?”

“I’m telling Eddie on you,” Steve warned as you found your seats.

“Ooh, I’m really sca—”

A pair of hardcore fans knocked into you. You stumbled, nearly falling over a chair. But Steve was quick to catch you by your arm.

“Whoa, you okay? Assholes!” he fumed, holding your waist.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, hyper aware of Steve’s hands on you. “People are just excited. C’mon, let’s get close to the stage.”

The warmth from Steve’s hands slipped away. You felt dirty for missing it. 

The emcee made a brief introduction and got a few claps. You and Steve both cheered when he announced Corroded Coffin. 

“Go, Eds!” you whooped, clapping obnoxiously. “C’mon, Steve, show a little enthusiasm. That’s your guy up there.”

Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. Then he stuck his pinkies into his mouth, whistling loudly. You squealed in laughter, nudging his side. Steve grinned back, accepting your head on his shoulder.

“Whoa! Hidden talent, Harrington! That from your jock days?”

“Yes, actually. The pool gets loud and I had to get my team’s attention somehow.”

“Coach Steve, huh? No wonder you’re so bossy with the kids.”

“I’m bossy so none of those jerkwads get eaten by faceless monsters. There’s a difference.”

“Yes, dear,” you said seriously, patting his hand. “And you parent them so well.”

“You know what—”

“Shh!” you hushed. “Show’s starting!”

The lights dimmed. Eddie came out first, then the rest of the band. He stepped up to the mic.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?”

“Wooo!” you cheered in reply.

“Let’s go, Eddie!” added Steve.

Eddie found you immediately, grinning widely. 

“Glad you guys are excited,” he continued, eyes never leaving you and Steve. “I see some pretty faces in the crowd. Hope you enjoy.”

The set was energetic, bass vibrating through your body. You and Steve took your cues from the sparse audience, headbanging and air-guitaring through the whole show. He took off the jacket after the first song, leaving him in Eddie’s vest and a white tank. You tried not to stare.

The most important thing was that Eddie had fun. Regardless of your feelings, you and Steve were there to be supportive. Steve and Eddie had never changed how they treated you. There was no reason you couldn’t act the same.

Your chain jumped when you did, jangling against your chest. When you strayed too far from your seat towards the end of the set, Steve took your hand, steering you back so you wouldn’t get lost among the drunks. He didn’t let go until the music finished.

“Thank you! We are Corroded Coffin, good night!”

The band disappeared backstage. You and Steve were the first ones to the stage entrance, which was really just a ragged, faux velvet curtain. Gareth and Jeff chatted among themselves. A few girls had also come in—mostly to fawn over Eddie. 

“Hiiii, Eddie!” giggled one, a little tipsy. “You played a great show!”

“Thanks, ladies,” Eddie replied politely, easily slipping through the gaggle of girls. 

He made a beeline for you and Steve, guitar still strapped across his back. He pulled you both into a sweaty hug, still on a performance high. Eddie’s freshly shaven cheek slid against yours. Your heart did a swan dive to your shoes.

“You guys made it!” 

“Of course we did,” you said. “We wouldn’t miss your show for anything. Steve’s dedicated.”

“So I see,” Eddie grinned, giving Steve a onceover. “Looking good, Greased Lightning.”

“That’s it. I’m never wearing leather again,” Steve huffed, tucking his jacket under his arm.

“No no, it’s hot! Swear it. Tell ‘im, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “His head’s already big enough, Eds.”

“See how mean she is to me?” Steve whined. 

“Poor baby,” Eddie cooed, patting Steve’s neck. “What were we thinking, pledging our love to her?”

You turned your head, throat tightening. Neither one seemed to notice.

“You should make it up to me,” decided Steve. “I accept pizza.”

“Pizza it is,” Eddie said, taking off his guitar. “Lemme just pack up my stuff and we’ll head back to the shire. Just us, promise. Sound good?”

Eddie goaded Steve ahead, arm around his back. You hung behind them, that pang in your chest returning. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, turning. “Where’d you go? C’mere.”

“Huh?” 

“You’re all the way back there,” he laughed. “Here.”

They slowed for a beat so you caught up. Then Eddie tugged you to his other side, arm hanging over your shoulders. You couldn’t even fight him. Eddie was always tactile and once you became friends, all sense of personal space was thrown out the window. It felt good, even if it was temporary. 

You rode back in the van. It was rowdy but Eddie thankfully dropped off the rest of his band early in the drive. 

“So which pizzeria? Fredo’s or Mikey’s?”

“Fredo’s!” you said.

“Mikey’s!” Steve voted.

You gasped in horror. “Mikey’s? They give you approximately three drops of sauce. It’s like eating cardboard with cheese.”

“Mikey’s way better than Fredo’s. Mikey’s doesn’t have sixteen health violations, for one.”

“Everyone knows that was a story the paper cooked up because Fredo wouldn’t sell to Kline,” you scoffed. “Open your eyes, Steven.”

“Fine, we’ll have Eddie decide.”

You both turned expectantly to Eddie, who glanced at you in the rearview mirror. 

“Oh. Uh, well, I really don’t have a preference…”

“No, no. You’ve gotta choose, Eds,” you said. “Steve has apparently decided to go insane.”

“Me? You’re eating rat droppings, Y/N.”

“You are such a freakazoid, Steve, what the hell—”

“Guys! Okay, okay, how ‘bout this: Y/N chooses the pizza and Steve, you can choose what movie we watch. Deal?” 

You tilted your head at Steve. He crossed his arms.

“Fine. But I know you’re biased, Munson.”

“Am not! I’m totally impartial.”

“If he was biased, he’d side with you,” you said.

“Uh, no, he’d totally side with you,” Steve scoffed. “But, y’know, I guess if I were in his shoes I’d side with you too.”

Before you could ask what that meant, Steve was sliding open the door to the van and climbing out. After a minute, you did the same, taking Eddie’s proffered hand. 

“Hey. You know he’s not really mad, right?” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

“I know,” you smiled. “I wasn’t worried. Were you?”

“No, no. Just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

You smiled confusedly. “Um, okay. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t, like, get in between you two or anything.” 

Eddie looked appalled by that. “I know you wouldn’t, baby. I love you both, you know that.”

“I—” You swallowed, overwhelmed. “Oh. I l-love you too, Eds.”

Eddie beamed and kissed your knuckles. You felt your face grow hot. 

“I’m going inside,” you rushed out, scurrying up the steps. 

You slammed the door shut behind you, letting out a slow breath. What was that?! Were you tripping or had Eddie been flirting with you?

“Hey—”

“Ahh!”

You jumped, startled. Steve froze, brows to his hairline. 

“Uh,” he began. “You good?”

“Yeah, s-sorry. I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I was gonna order the pizza, what toppings did you—”

“I’ll do it!” you said, snatching the phone and shooing him out of the kitchen. “Go pick a movie. I’ll order.”

“No mushrooms,” Steve reminded as you herded him out. “And Eddie is allergic to—”

“Olives, yeah, I know, Steve. This isn’t the first time we’ve had pizza together.”

“Dunno why you’re so snappy when we have to eat sewer pizza,” he mumbled. 

You ignored him, returning to the phone. Wayne had most of the takeout numbers posted near the phone, so it was easy to dial. 

“Hello, pickup or delivery?”

“Hi, delivery. Can I get two large pies. One with pepperoni and…”

“Get some mozzarella sticks too,” Eddie said, walking into the kitchen. “My treat.”

“It’s actually my treat,” came Steve’s voice from the living room.

You rolled your eyes. “And one order of mozzarella sticks. On the other pie can we get peppers and white sauce?” You gave the address. 

“Twenty minutes,” said the delivery person.

“Okay, thanks,” you replied. “Twenty minutes, guys!”

“‘Kay, I’m gonna shower, baby. Don’t let Steve put on a crappy movie.”

Then, gentle as he could be, Eddie lightly took your chin in hand and kissed the corner of your mouth. 

You freaked. 

“Hey!” you shouted, slamming the phone back on the receiver. “Hey, what the fuck was that?!”

Eddie’s eyes were wide. “What was what?”

“You kissed me! What the hell, Eddie? Steve is ten feet away from us!”

“I know…” he started weakly. “What does that have to do—”

“You know?” you screeched. “You know? What the fuck does that mean? Oh, fuck this. Steve, come ‘ere!”

“Jesus, what’s with all the yelling, Y/N? Did you get into Eddie’s stash?” Steve groaned, rising from the VCR. 

You pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie. 

“He kissed me.”

“Okay,” Steve said slowly. “Was it a bad kiss or something?”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary to ask,” Eddie huffed.

“Steve!” you frowned, waving your hands. “Why are you not upset about this?”

“Well, because I figured you guys would’ve kissed a lot by now? You’re together after all.”

“What? Eddie and I aren’t together! That doesn’t even make sense. You’re his boyfriend.”

“Me?” Steve balked. “I—what?”

“Yeah-huh, you guys have been dating since Eddie gave you that ring.”

Steve’s mouth fell open. “We have not.”

“Have too!”

“You guys have been dating since Eddie came back from the Upside Down,” Steve said. “Remember, you had that heartfelt reunion, you cried in his arms, et cetera.”

“You two are so in love with each other it’s not funny,” you argued, stomping your foot. “You’re always flirting and cracking jokes and talking about how handsome you are.”

“Well, yeah, but I flirt with you too!” Steve cried. 

That stopped you in your tracks. 

“You… what?”

“Wow, okay,” Eddie interrupted, rubbing his face. “Okay, alright. Wow. Uh, so here’s the thing. I actually thought we’ve all been dating for about a month now, but, turns out I’m an even bigger dumbass than I thought.”

Steve looked like you’d just asked him to do calculus. You weren’t faring much better.

“Now, that can’t be right,” said Steve.

Eddie’s hands fluttered. “I gave you guys rings! And I said how I, y’know, really cared about you both.”

“Right, you said you cared about Y/N as more than a friend and that if I was okay with it, you wanted us to spend more time together and get to know each other… oh.”

Steve glanced at you, grimacing.

“Whoops,” you said. 

“Big whoops,” he agreed.

Eddie sighed, twisting his rings round and round. “It’s cool. I guess I should’ve said something earlier, made it clear. I understand if you two don’t wanna do that. It was… hasty to assume that from you, especially both—”

“Eds, Eddie,” you cut him off. “Honey, I’m like, really in love with both of you. I was losing my mind with jealousy every time we hung out.”

He brightened. “Really?”

“Okay, you don’t have to sound so excited,” you giggled.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, having the decency to look chastened. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m just—God, you don’t know how happy that makes me. That is—I mean, Steve?”

“I—” Steve looked shellshocked. “You like me? Both of you?”

“A little more like love, actually,” Eddie grinned. 

“Yes, Steve, it would seem that in spite of you dressing like one of The Outsiders, we are both head over heels for you.” 

“Well, I’m in love with you too, Y/N. Even after you’ve helped Pa bring in the harvest.”

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it, Harrington. Confessing your love won’t stop me and my overalls from waging war!”

You sprung forward, fully intending to tackle Steve. However, you sorely underestimated his jock phase and ended up landing on the ground instead, Steve hovering over you.

“Get her!” he ordered and then there were two pairs of hands tickling you.

“That’s not f-fair, it’s two against o-one!” you squealed between peals of laughter. “You were supposed to be my a-ally, Eds!”

Eddie relented after a moment, collapsing on the floor and pulling you to the side. He locked you in a deep kiss: a proper one. You slung an arm around his neck, playing with some of his curls. Kissing him was better than you could’ve imagined. Eddie surrounded you, holding your face.

Steve had taken mercy as well, fitted into your other side. And as soon as Eddie let go of you, he swooped in. Steve kissed differently from Eddie, preferring to hold onto your hip instead, thumb drawing circles. He gasped into your mouth, teeth just barely catching your lip. You made a soft noise as he pulled away, drunk on both of them.

Finally, Eddie surged up to meet Steve in a kiss. They were a little rougher with each other, wrestling around as they hummed into each other. But eventually, they settled with Eddie on his back next to you. You watched happily, curling up next to him. Steve let go after a couple seconds, rolling onto Eddie’s other side. 

“You know, you wanna talk about healthcode violations, this carpet would not pass any sort of inspection if its life depended on it.”

You cackled as Steve whined, scrambling onto the couch.

“Oh, come on!” he huffed. “That’s disgusting, man.”

“Kidding!” Eddie laughed. “I’m kidding, promise. C’mon, come down. You still have to choose a movie.”

“Yeah, and it has to be a good one ‘cause this is our first movie as a throuple,” you added.

“Great, thanks. No pressure.”

“No, full pressure,” Eddie corrected. “But don’t worry, man. We forgive your taste in movies. The leather is doing it for me.”

“Plus, you have a cute butt,” you said.

“That too,” Eddie nodded solemnly. “The cutest.”

“It’s perky.”

“Firm.”

“A prize-winning rump.”

“Can it, dorks,” Steve shushed. “Movie’s starting.”

Frankie Valli’s voice suddenly filled the room. You and Eddie burst into uncontrollable giggles that only worsened when Steve jumped up and began to sing along.

“Grease is the word, is the word that you heard!” he sang, a little pitchy on the high notes but otherwise very decent. “It’s got groove, it’s got meaning!”

And this time, when Eddie got up to goof along, there were no pangs in your chest. You watched on, feeling nothing but love. 

[wilbursoot-updates]

Electric Picnic Live Report: Spreading joy with Lovejoy at Rankin's Wood

Lovejoy is in this article!

The Brighton-based outfit serenaded a crowd filled with die-hard fans, delivering a set impossible not to dance along to.

“We’re Lovejoy and we’re from Brighton!”

Lovejoy was greeted with overwhelming cheers at Rankin’s Wood. They had drawn an ever-growing crowd bursting with fans who had structured their entire weekend around seeing this set; screaming fans were hoisted on shoulders, waving their arms wildly to the bubbly, high-tempo tunes. The audience was one of the loveliest of the weekend so far, a Gen-Z-heavy crowd encouraging others to enjoy the music and dance along as they opened with crowd-pleaser 'Call Me What You Like'.

At one point, I spoke to a girl who told me she had bought a ticket for Electric Picnic for the sole reason of seeing Lovejoy live for the first time. As she explained to me, "Everyone in the crowd was there for a reason."

The band formed in 2021 after frontman and social media star Wilbur Soot’s solo music was received to great acclaim. They’ve released three EPs since and have been playing a series of festivals that have cemented them as an unstoppable force in the indie rock scene.

But Lovejoy is decidedly not Soot’s solo project. During the set, people were predictably clamouring to get his attention– but the set was not about him by any means. The band is a full package, with Joe Goldsmith shredding on lead guitar, Mark Boardman effortlessly smashing it on drums and Ash Kabosu grooving on bass. They were also joined by a horn/keyboardist, adding a special element to the band that placed them above some of their other indie rock contemporaries.

“This is our third ever gig in Ireland,” Soot revealed, his heavy accent dripping from every word, “and you guys always bring it. You’ve been some sick crowds.” He’s very focused, perhaps a bit daunted by the crowd at the start, but as the show progressed it was clear that he was absolutely comfortable and relaxed as the crowd cheered him on.

The songs are effortlessly danceable, and they kept a pleasing high tempo throughout that you couldn’t help but jump to. The clean riffs and shredding bassline reminded me a bit of early-ish Paramore if Paramore were from Brighton and had gone more indie earlier on.

“I want to see dancing for this next one,” Soot said before they launched into a roof-blowing rendition of their hit ‘Portrait of a Blank Slate’ off of their most recent EP Wake Up and It's Over. “Why else are you here?”

And dance the crowd did, waving their arms and screaming along to every single word.

[headcanonsandmore]

Can you do the "all the Doctors" thing, but what would they do if they started a band?

I certainly can!

One: Gets gently pushed into it by Vicki. Can actually play the piano rather well, and starts chuckling to themselves when he starts getting into it. Ian and Barbara got a little sick of the solos after over half an hour, though.

Two: You'd think that a recorder wouldn't be a good instrument to play in a band, but you would be as pleasantly surprised as Two was. Gets on surprisingly well with the hippie crowd, although Jamie has to keep them from getting pulled into smoking illicit substances which may or may not be legal. With time lords, who knows what the effects could be?

Three: Can practically play any instrument given to them because "my dear fellow, it would be vain to explain why". Jo loves it when they play Beatles songs. Has an unfortunate habit of playing in venues that later get attacked or blown up by the Masters scheme of the week.

Four: Pulls the weirdest looking string instument you've ever seen out of their enormous coat, plays some weird jazz-fusion stuff that sounds like a cat making love to a washing machine, grins unnervingly and walks off stage. The stage is a random cafe that hadn't even asked them to play. No-one ever speaks of it again, just in case they come back.

Five: Likes to play ABBA on the rhythym guitar, much to the amusement of their kids young friends. Insists on explaining the themes of each song before starting. Has an unfortunate habit of falling over halfway through their set and knocking themselves unconscious. Given the time period, they often get requests to play "That's Entertainment"; doesn't mind playing it but wishes Tegan and Nyssa would stop sneaking away halfway through to snog in a cupboard somewhere.

Six: Loves playing the drums. Their main inspiration is Keith Moon. Mel says it's good exercise for them. Peri is just glad that they don't wear their coat whilst trashing about with the drumsticks, because that would be a chasm too far.

Seven: Spoons. Ace rolls her eyes but knows that they enjoy it. Is surprisingly popular amongst latter-day beatniks and jazz fans. Often gives some lecture after each song. The difference is that, unlike with Five, people actually listen instead of groaning.

Eight: Just has to sing. You would not be able to stop them. They are surprisngly good at it, although sometimes you wonder whether the words have a hidden meaning.

War: Doesn't play anything, for obvious reasons.

Nine: Bass guitar, and in a very no-nonsence sort of way. Can get down and be funky with it. Rose loves it, and enjoys dancing along, which makes Nine very happy.

Ten: Maraccas, weirdly enough, and often with Donna. Both of them are laughing. The rest of the band doesn't really understand why but it seems to work so who cares?

Eleven: Glockenspiel. No, seriously. Amy and Rory don't know where it came from, and it's actually starting to get a little worrying. Especially when Eleven insists on practicing at 3am with no warning.

Twelve: Lead guitar, obviously. Nothing but shredding solos and awesome punk-style riffs. The fact that they don't have a top-selling album is mindboggling.

Thirteen: Fiddle in a folk-punk-fusion band. Very good at it and is having the time of their life. Loves to dance whilst playing. The happy love songs are their favourite, but has a habit of tripping over their feet on stage if they catch Yaz smiling at them.

Fugitive: Doesn't play anything; again, for obvious reasons.

TenThree/David Doctor/ sorry-mr-tennant-i-cannot-call-you-fourteen: Traded in the maraccas for a trumpet. Donna has a trumpet now too. Things seem to be going well for them.

Fifteen: Sampler. Creates tons of exciting sounds based on all of their previous lives, blending them together in a hopeful, joyeous mix. Well, so far anyway. We'll have to wait and see...

Thanks for the ask!

[puuta-heinaa]

Joker Out, Paris (Café de la danse) 22.3.2024

I arrived at the venue around 14ish, and was third to last in the EE queue. However queueing is part of the party! I exchanged sooo many bracelets and met amazing people, some of which I just met that day, some I knew from Discord or tumblr or earlier gigs, couldn't have been happier. Got selfies with Bojan and Jan?? Hug from Bojan??? HELLO. That would never happen in Finland. I described his hug as jämäkkä and turvallinen, which roughly translates to sturdy and safe.

Some of the bracelets I made for the concert!

Met someone in the queue who had hawk's eyes and who encouraged me to go and ask for a selfie with Jan, and later on she spotted Bojan on the street 100 m before everyone else did. I had a chance to give Bojan 3 2 ananaslonkero -bracelet that I'd made, with a tiny drink charm. If the main joke in fandoms is that a hug from your blorbo would cure you? well it's true. Getting a hug from Bojan removed some stiffness between my shoulder blades that I didn't even know was there. It was literally easier to breathe after the encounter. I also kept vigorously shaking for 3-5 minutes afterwards, so much that some people asked if I'm ok. Just released years worth of trauma ig. Also LOTS of happy hand stims throughout the day, my autism was showing lol.

Jan was outdoors SMOKING!!! And Bojan had charmingly dirty hair! He was taller than I had thought.

ANYways the gig !! I ended up on Jance side, which was nice as I was on Kris' side in Helsinki. Whole stage was about as wide as K-18 section at Kultsa, and I think they suit better on smaller stages.

We got Vem da Gres and Gola in soundcheck! I was wearing Vem da gres -bracelet that I got in Helsinki a few weeks ago and thought about that person for a few seconds!

Gola was ok. Bojan got disney mickey ears, and he was wearing my 3 2 ananaslonkero bracelet. Bojan also got a maca plushie that he was NOT scared of, he even made it fly.

Kris left the stage as soon as the last notes of Gola were over, other boys stayed jamming in accelerating speed for couple of more minutes. I showed them my UM sign that only read "I want to sing UMAZAN" at that point. :')

20h02 was ok, didn't connect with their music at all though. JC Stewart seemed a bit sick, but sounded good nevertheless. Finished my sign.

They started with Katrina and Bele Sanje, and people were singing even guitar riffs along. Dopamin hit like dopamine followed by Ne bi smel, Nace was staring at me several times during those songs.

Liinu's superb edit of staring sc Nace and struggling Kris and Arcti's edit about Jan's forgotten library books made my day

People were already singing along to Sta bih ja, and Bojan was sooo happy (and sweaty. We were all very sweaty, the concert hall was ridiculously warm.). Kris disappeared for a moment in the beginning of Sta bih ja, and Bojan looked like a lost puppy (wait, where is kris?? about 5-10 seconds into sta bih ja). Bojan said Kris didn't like how Jan played the riff and that's why he left the stage :P. Jan flipped a bird to him.

Decibels raised by about 20 when they played Ona and Demoni. Turns out they might be the easiest to sing along for absolutely everyone, not just for people who speak Finnish. Bojan looked me directly into eyes during second verse of Demoni for several seconds, and I felt so seen (in a good way). EE was definitely worth its price.

In Helsinki I felt like the setlist was over before it even started, but in Paris it felt more like we were really dancing and playing until the stars fade. I think it had something to do with how much they interacted with each other and with the public during each song. In Helsinki they seemed like they had forgotten how to be on stage, and there was just TOO MUCH SPACE, whereas Paris had Nordic Tour energy.

They all moved a LOT on stage!! Kris was on jance side several times! Nace had a mating dance thingy going on with Kris at least twice, Jan once. Jan interacted with the public on Kris's side a few times. Bojan almost run into Kris at one point - no wonder he caressed Kris's arm to let him know he's there before grapping his hips?? and dancing behind him??? during Behind those eyes. It's cafe de la danse after all.

Def thinking "THIS is how we'll trend on tumblr tonight" right after the famous dance

Everybody's waiting and soooooo many people raised hands when Bojan asked in his spiel before the song if anyone here suffers from panic or anxiety attacks, and I think it made everyone feel less alone. He sang I'm the problem it's me -line to make things a bit lighter before proceeding to the song.

We got Omamljeno Telo and I felt SOOOO HAPPY (but also sad for Moonu) but also SOOOO HAPPY it was on the setlist, I think I screamed VITTU JES on top of my lungs (manifesting it for Ruisrock huh). Famous water spray on Jan during OT, and it shows I've grown old, because instead of "yeeeess I want Bojan's spit on me" I went "rat disease, why am I not wearing a mask".

Everyone sang along during CD, not in French though even if there was a fanproject French translation published a whole 28 hours before(....). Plastika hit like a hammer once again, but I think I was already waiting and stressing for UM, so I didn't mosh for example. Which, good idea, because my neck was soooo sore after Helsinki.

Bojan announced the karaoke song, and asked which versions we have today. He saw my sign, asked "Slovenian version?", to which I "said" (from 4th row on Jan+Nace side) Finnish version, and he heard it and corrected himself and said perfect. I was not afraid at all even if I knew I'm probs going to sing in front of about 500 people in 5ish minutes???? How??? I'm usually a ball of anxiety but here I was just proud and excited to sing my version of it.

I loved the Bretogne/French version (I've still no idea what were the words, but it rhymed super well and she sang well, but that was def NOT paris region French), cringed at some of the "translations" because they did not fit the lines and did not rhyme, sang along to Slovenian versions in Finnish, felt bad for one of them as the karaoke singer started at the wrong moment and Bojan spent most of their special moment trying to orchestrate the band.

When Bojan approached with "I think we still have a Slovenian version, OH NO, A FINNISH VERSION" I chortled, and felt the last bits of nervousness disappear. (Cue "some boat, titanic, oh no".) I had my ACTUALLY finger pointing moment, which, on point with my personality, telling him it's a hybrid version. I don't know what he meant with SUOMI SAA, but it was NOT full-on Suomi SAATANA, that much is certain. I quite like the idea/interpretation he was making a pun with SAA(tan)Are you ready? But who knows. Sad about missed chance to answer "ArE YoU???" now that I think about it, but at least I wasn't the only one who failed the moment :') . Speaking of cursewords though, a histronic youngster next to me did shout vittu though! I loved my spot but she was super annoying throughout the evening.

The Finnish version is in the beginning of this one, and the Arabic version right after Finnish version is AMAZING. The French version is on the first part, as well as Bojan going "uuu Finnish version? perfect".

Started in Slovene, which made him have a Ok?? face, but when I switched to my own Finnish version that rhymes with the Slovene version, he raised his brows and seemed so impressed that I just nodded to him, sending telepath(et)ic messages that yes, our languages match and rhyme, about time you collaborate with Jere. I think he remembered I asked for a hug in the afternoon, because he did not hug everyone during karaoke. Afternoon hug was better btw.

I love his little surprised smile right when I finish the first Finnish line on this one

I usually think quite a lot about how other people perceive me, but now I didn't give a single fuck, just enjoyed being the main character for 20 seconds, having this interaction with my blorbo. Forever grateful for the 4 different angles I received from friends I made in the queue, and 1 from a random guy who asked me after the concert if I'd like to receive a video he took of me singing. Even Vita was filming the whole thing with her big light + camera + phone ensemble. I often sing in my car, and even IMAGINING i'm singing karaoke makes my voice suddenly tiny and weak and compressed, so I'm overflowingly glad it went this well, you have no idea even if I've just bragged about it for 4 paragraphs.

I later realised I was the only one who didn't hold the mic themself, this is a clear example how I objectify the boys, seeing Bojan just as a mic stand.🫣😵‍💫

I got fluent Kiitos from Bojan, that guy needs to move to Finland he speaks Finnish so well. Also LMAO I forgot to sniff him in the afternoon, now I'm praying the snifff I took after karaoke wasn't too evident and doesn't show on Vita's video……….. Jere is wrong, Bojan does not smell like shit, but there were no parfume smell either? He just smells like nothing in a pleasant, pheromone rich way lol.

my translation: Sanje so tvojega okusa Aamuihin taas tuoksusi Neula ei haarukassa Sieluni on hukassa Etsimässä tietään luoksesi

I haven't figured how to translate the first line. I've been playing with "Makus' on tarrannut uniini", but it does not rhyme with the og well enough. Otherwise super proud of my version. Neula and haarukka are parts of compass, basically saying the compass is layed on the map the wrong way. ���

This is how small the place was??? I was in 3/4th row, and the hat guy in the right corner was right behind me during the concert so the club truly was tiny.

Apparently bubbles were not allowed on stage in Cafe de la danse? But some people had brought their own so we had bubbles anyway.

Jure exchanged his drumstick to a breadstick. I laughed because a) it was a clever pun and b) such a stereotypically French thing to bring a BAGUETTE wrapped in a napkin to a concert. Also no wonder boys are always sick, I don't even want to know how many people touched that bread before it was on stage.

Life is pain (in mouths)

We waited for the boys after the concert outside the venue in the rain, and they walked past quite quickly. Bojan stayed for 30 seconds to take a group selfie. <3

Honestly so happy I traveled there and met amazing people and surpassed myself on so many levels.

I feel like 2004 again, because that's when I last made a post this long on livejournal and also when I last was this hyped about a group.

I loved band's AMAZING OUTFITS in Café de la danse, everyone had some idrija lace on them, and I'm afraid my next special interest will be bobbin lace.

[corrodedcoughin]

Pre-relationship Steddie exchanging mix tapes for each other with pining, lovesick songs over and over again on each side. Handing them over to each other with hopes the other person will Pick Up On The Messages.

Eddie having corroded coffin over that night as a distraction from thinking about Steve listening to The Tape. It’s a pretty normal night except Eddie is crouching on the couch biting his nails and hissing, so actually yeah it’s a normal night. But the guys can tell something is up so Gareth and Jeff start rifling through Eddie’s tapes, hoping that some music will chill him out or get him hyped or just anything that isn’t what he’s doing right now. Ian is sitting by him and trying to start a conversation but it’s a fool’s errand.

So the tape goes in and the music starts and it feels like maybe Eddie will relax. But as the first song goes into the second he freezes. Stares wide eyed. Shushes everyone. Demands gareth skip to the next song, then the next. Oh no. Oh no.

Eddie grabs Jeff by the arm ‘Jeff. Dude. Please. Please tell me what’s written on the tape you put on’ wide eyed and unblinking.

‘Uh I don’t know man. Gareth get the tape out, yeah?’ Jeff asks with a blatantly confused face. And of course Gareth acquiesces, deciding not to escalate the situation for once in his life which Eddie is very grateful for.

And the tape? The tape is the Steve tape. The one Steve was supposed to have. Which is fine. Absolutely fine! It’s okay! Eddie can explain this away. He can, he’ll get his one back and it’ll be fine. Whatever is on the casette steve has can’t be that bad, it just can’t be.

——

The next day Eddie goes to family video. Plays it cool, hopes to earn a smile out of Steve. Maybe a laugh if he’s lucky. Only Steve’s kind of jumpy? Normally he gives a wave and a wink that he’s Eddie struggling to stay upright. This time? This time he’s struggling to make eye contact and blushing? Weird. Maybe he’s sick. Eddie should make him soup.

‘Hey Steve. Stevie. Stev-o’ he’s at the counter now, tapping on it trying to hide his nerves. And Steve is smiling at him, properly smiling, this is nice. Steve should always be smiling.

‘I listened to the tape’ Steve says with a bashful giggle and Eddie loves the way it sounds falling from Steve’s lips. With new found courage eddie continues ‘Actually, about that…any chance I could have my casette back? I want to give it to Gareth.’ Eddie spent far too long on his perfect Steve mix, he will not let it go unheard. If he has to lie to get The Mix To Win Steve in that boys beautiful hands by god he will.

‘Gareth?!’ Steve’s smile drops instantly. Mood souring and expression turning hurt, almost bitchy ‘yeah sure, whatever. Thought we were making tapes for each other but whatever’

Confused by the sudden change Eddie carries on carefully ‘oh yeah, but I gave you the wrong one. That was for Gareth. For all of the guys actually. This one’ Eddie fishes the casette out of his pocket ‘this one is for you’ and slides it across the counter.

‘For…for all of them? You want to give that tape to all of the guys?’ Steve only looks more confused

‘Yeah man, why wouldn’t I? They are my guys!’ Eddie continues, trying to dispel this weird atmosphere. Before he can go any further Robin calls Steve into the store room, something about a stacking tower emergency and Steve is off, a dejected wave thrown at Eddie as Eddie walks out the door.

Weird. Very weird.

Nonetheless eddie hops into his van ready to drive home and start the process of Worrying About What Steve Will Think all over again. Curiosity gets the better of him though and he sticks the mistake casette into the player of the van, expecting a normal metal guitar riff to play out. What he gets? Is far, far worse

Trumpets.

Snare drums.

Oh

Oh no

Oh god

Then the signing starts. And Eddie knows. Eddie fucking knows that this tape only has one song on it. Repeated. On both sides. Over and over again. And Steve thinks. Oh Jesus what does Steve think. What DID Steve think? Eddie pulls over and sinks his head into the steering wheel until the horn drowns out the music of Monty python.

🎶 Sit on my face and tell me that you love me

I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too

I love to hear you oralize

When I'm between your thighs

You blow me away

Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you

I'll sit on your face and then I'll love you truly

Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine

If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places

And play, 'til we're blown away 🎶

[callmelittlesanshine]

Siamo con claviii *sick ass guitar riff starts playing*

[aneveningsword]

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒

pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader (band au) warnings: not proofread words: 727 summary: a couple of rival guitarists that love hate each other? very cool

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☆ got this idea when writing my other headcannon! But imagine a rival guitarist reader from an up-and-coming band. Like you and is good but what makes them stand out is you on lead guitar.

☆ Your band enters a battle of the bands in your city and that's how you met Jordan. An uptight, 'im better than you', guitarist from a band that has been in a scene for a while. They are super popular, have a large following, and entered the competition for something to do.

☆ Ugh, they hear you playing and have the audacity to comment on your playing. Mentioning something about the riff you played or how you transition from bridge to chorus. They say it in such a condescending tone to just get a rise out of you. Smirking as you huff at them stating you don't need their input.

☆ "Your playing needs some work, your chords sounded out of tune." "Thanks, but I didn't ask." "I thought your guitar's cry for help was enough."

☆ They stand in the wings during your practices, watching you play, getting ready to pick apart your technique.

☆ Out of frustration you begin to do the same, watching them practice with a disinterested face. Commenting on how boring their playing was. Openly wondered if they were meant to play a key because it sounded so out of place.

☆ It turns into who is going to crack first, and who's going to crumble under the comments and pressure. You each watching each other just waiting for the pressure to be too much.

☆ You begin to see them outside of just practices and your performances. You've gone drinking with your band? Jordan's band happens to be there too getting drinks. You've gone to the coffee shop down the street? Jordan's already sitting there drinking an expresso

☆ It gets infuriating, your mind is just consumed with thoughts of Jordan. Not because you like them, no of course not. But because they are so infuriating with their stupid tips, their disinterest expressions, the stupid way they play the guitar and their stupid gorgeous face.

☆ What you don't know is Jordan's on the same boat. Every waking moment is thinking about you. How you play. Your music. Your body. But they do not like you! Don't get it twisted.

☆ It gets to the point your bandmates beg you to just fuck them to get this over with. They are getting sick of seeing Jordan show up to practices, stare at you the whole time and then for you two to go back and forth for 10 minutes.

☆ You are adamant that you don't like them in the slightest, that you would never ever fuck them. But your words only received a shared look from your bandmates before they just hummed.

☆ The weeks of tension explode before the night of the competition. Most bands head to a club to rid themselves of their anxieties about their performance the next day. Of course, you go to drink the night and your feelings away with your friends.

☆ It should've been obvious that Jordan would be there, dressed in an outfit that you just want to rip off. A mixture of booze and frustration has you approaching them, stalking over to them with a mission.

☆ What starts off as an argument is quick to turn into a steamy make-out session. You can't remember what the tipping point was, but you do remember simply grabbing their shirt and pulling them into a kiss to get them to shut up.

☆ In between kisses you express how much you hate them, how they have been on your mind nonstop for weeks. Your words only pull a laugh from Jordan as they squeeze your ass and bring you into another kiss.

☆ At some point you end up in their hotel room, angrily fucking on any surface until you are both too tired to continue. Lying in bed panting slightly, you tell them this means nothing. But you both know it is a lie, that a single night isn't going to stop the pure want you have for each other

☆ But for the night you pretend this is a one-off thing and in the morning you are going to kick their ass in the competition.

[heartshapedbubble]

happy birthday to the blog !!!

Could I get Norton, ganji, lucky guy, mike and/or andrew with a reader that plays electric guitar? They rlly like rock so sometimes they can hear them playing in their room or during matches to draw the hunter away from other survivors?

hello and thank you lots! only 2 characters are allowed so i picked out two of these who seem the most underrated to me ! ^^

lucky guy and ganji gupta with a reader who plays the electric guitar hcs🎲🏏

lucky guy🎲

he's literally fanboying!!

he himself is a jack-of-all-trades, master of none - so whenever he sees someone with an ability so masterfully sharpened and practiced, he can't help being in awe

he doesn't listen to rock/metal music much (in fact... he doesn't really listen to music in general. he listens to whatever is being played at the moment) so he's a tad... confused and impressed at the same time

would shyly ask you if you'd let him hold it a bit, maybe even let him strum the strings a few times..

might stalk you while you play your guitar in your room - just sit there and watch you skillfully hit every riff and lick, banging your head to the instrumental you're following and jumping around to the beat

it's incredibly easy to catch him staring, it's like he doesn't even mind getting caught😭 mans can't help it but admire you

ganji gupta🏏

might get startled at first due to the amount of loud sounds, but once he figures it out a bit, he finds it to be sick as hell

ganji holds music close to his heart, especially indian music, so this new genre you've exposed him to is still mysterious and unknown to him

the brash, screeching noise of the electric guitar is the polar opposite of the flowy, energetic sound of indian music, it may even hurt his ears at the start... it's best to introduce it to him bit by bit, maybe let him inspect it and try to play it himself?

i think that he'd be skilled at playing the drums... so why not propose the idea to him? a manor mini-band is a great idea!

if you jokingly point out to him that he would make a great rockstar he's just going to grumpily brush it off (of course, he's not mad, he's just. pretty bad at accepting compliments although this one made his heart soar, especially coming from you)

...maybe a change of sound isn't that bad after all? try to introduce him to some bit older rock artists first, like van halen or bon jovi!

[crackedpumpkin]

Got tagged in this by the lovely @urfavarab , but I'm starting a new one since the previous got super full ahahah

Tag 10 or more people you'd like to know better

Relationship Status: Single, but might fyck around and find a fwb at this point ngl. I'm picky though so I'll fill the void by deepening the endless pit of love I have for my stupid silly fics about the stupid silly characters I am in love with. (AKA I'm kinda highkey shallow)

Favourite Color: Black, because it's slimming and I'm a little insecure about my curves lololol. I'm currently trying to incorporate more color into my wardrobe though, but it's mainly expanding with earthy tones like brown and green :>

Song stuck in my head: Blender by 5SOS, because of the funky ass bass. Stupid bass. I'm currently saving up to buy an electric guitar because I wanna learn it and go busking.

So in terms of that, another song that's stuck in my head is 'That Band' from the anime Bocchi the Rock, specifically the riff in the beginning that's in the show. It's so sick I puked internally when I watched it.

Favourite Food: Oooo this is a toughie. I don't think I have anything I like in particular, just depends on the cravings I have that day. But I do go for literally anything spicy. You bring a bowl of chilli wontons and it's on sight /hj (i would kill for dumplings/wontons)

Last song played: Well shit. Here's the thing. I have a tendency to listen to a song on repeat for fucking days, and I'm listening to Finesse by Bruno Mars because of this animation I found on Instagram. It's genuinely so sick and now the song's stuck in my head and will be for the next few days :)

Artist mentioned: rikachewey on Instagram, you guys should go drop them a follow!

Dream Trip: Well it's actually coming up for me in June! I'll be travelling to South Korea for my Graduation Trip with 2 of my closest friends I've known for over 4 years. I'm so excited for it ahahah, I'll be flying off on 11th and coming back on the 22nd :> who knows, maybe my trip will churn the creative juices and I can milk my brain :D

Last thing I googled:

....................... 👀 anyway,

No pressure-tags~

@buthowboutno-spamming @theblindhag @zprites @knightish-knight @turtle-babe83 @s-s-ironnie

[ghostinvenus]

MARY ON A CROSS | Mountain x F!Reader

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synopsis: as a newly summoned ghoulette, you are quite nervous to perfom in your first ritual. luckily, mountain is there to help you through it

pairings: mountain x reader

warnings: just fluff, bad humour too

author's note: this one is made specially for @dexthtoyounglings , the official mountain's wife blog! she is a very sweet person and i hope she enjoys this little thing i put together for her. love u paula ♡

word's count: 3,2k

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"You know, my dad used to sing the next song..." The crowd erupts in cheers, going wild at screaming in support for your Papa. You can only look back to where Aether was standing, and see him give you a thumbs up before turning back to the public "Get ready for Mary On A Cross!"

You take a deep breath and hear the familiar sound of Dew's guitar starting, followed by Aether. Soon, it's your turn to complement the guitar riffs. You can only hope it doesn’t go as badly as it did in practice.

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"Why do we need another ghoul?" The smallest ghoul of the group said, pointing at you with his palms, not even bothering to take a look at your face "We already have Swiss who is, have you forgotten already, a multighoul? It means he can do ANYTHING"

"Hey, just because it means I can do anything, it doesn't mean it's easy. Cirrus and Cumulus help, and with the arrival of Sunshine, it got even easier, but I still get three or more instruments to play during the show" The one you thought to be the ghoul named Swiss spoke, coming closer to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders "She can play the guitar with you guys. The ghoulettes are always behind on stage, it would be nice to have one upfront, don't you think, Dewdrop?"

"You don't even know if she can play the guitar. And you know she have to be good to keep up with us" The one that you now knew was named Dew replied, not even bothering to ask if you could play the guitar – which you could – or if you were good at it – which you were –. He was clearly the most distressed about your sudden appearence

"Can you play the guitar?" Another ghoul appeared behind you, scaring you momentarily. You could swear you had seen him at the side of Dewdrop moments before "I'm Aether, by the way. The most powerful ghoul and the one who can play the sickest guitar riffs"

"Yeah, the sickest because everyone is sick after hearing what you call music" Dewdrop answered, searching for something in his shirt pocket and after finding, throwing in Aether's direction. A guitar pick

It didn't had time to reach Aether, who flinched either way. The guitar pick quickly came back to a stop on a ghoulette's hand, who was awaiting with her hand open

"The name is Cumulus!" Waving quickly towards you, the short ghoulette presented herself "And this is Cirrus!" She continued, pointing to the tallest ghoulette, who waved back to you "And our newest.. well, was our newest addition, Sunshine!", Sunshine said a small hi to you, coming from behind Cirrus, and you offered a smile in return

After her ghoulettes introductions, she sent the pick back in Dewdrop's way with a wave of her hand. The look of surprise in your face must have told her something, because she was quick to explain her little act

"We are able to keep our elements even when we are summoned here at Earth. I guess it helps both parties; the summoners and the summoned. Me and Cirrus are related to the air, That's why I was able to get Dewdrop's pick. I just controlled the air around it" Cirrus seemed to like to talk, taking every opportunity to explain about this new world to you

"What about you, have you discovered your element yet?" A more calm voice approached you, and you looked to see another ghoul coming closer to you "I'm Rain, nice to meet you!" He offered his hand for you to shake, and you gladly took

"Don't worry if you haven't yet, our Sunshine here hasn't found out what is her element either" Swiss looked back to you, trying to calm your nerves

You couldn't remember much from what was the way you used to live. You remembered the burning feeling, that was as clear as day, and the female voice surrounding you moments before everything turned white and you appeared here. But you couldn't remember from what region of Hell you were, and that could help a lot in finding out your element, neither could you remember how you used to interact with other demons, which could dictate your personality and therefore be able to find what type of ghoul you were

"She looks like a water ghoul. Look at her tail, it has small fins just like Rain. And she hasn't said a word back to Dewdrop, despite him being an asshole" Aether approached you, looking you up and down and turning you around to show the others

"This means she is quite calm, like a water ghoul" With your face turned from where the majority of the ghouls was standing, you saw who was behind you this whole time, only observing. He was the tallest ghoul of the group, and was standing awkward, with his bare feet touching the grass "But is she a general water ghoul? Or a specific one?" He walked closer to you, his height making so he had to hunch over to look you in the eyes. You took a little step back, feeling nervousness spread through your body, you blurt out the most stupid thing your brain could conjure

"Why are you so tall?"

The look in the ghoul's face was one of pure surprise. How could your first words in the human realm be something along the lines of questioning his height?

"She is alive!" Dewdrop throws his arms around in a dramatic manner "And she talks!"

You question of why Mountain – the tall ghoul – was so tall was soon answered by Swiss, who quoting, said that the ghoul was 'an earth ghoul and so he ressembles a tree', which was followed by a smack in his head giving by said ghoul

The Papa, who you soon learned, liked to be called only Copia, was the one who asked for your presence, saying he needed a bigger range of feminine voices in his next album, and so his mother complied, summoning you from the pits of hell, asking for a voice that would be able to spread the word of Satan's church as fast as the ice freezing down a body of water. And so, she received you

Your first days at the Abbey weren't the nicest ones. You were summoned for the specific reason of singing and helping the band, so your mornings were filled with singing lessons, your afternoons with eletric guitar lessons, and your nights with learning every song of Ghost already released. Keeping your head down and your voice low, you heard a lot from Dewdrop, since he was a fire ghoul and was the obvious opposite of you, a water ghoul. Rain, who you ended up being really close to, since you were the only other water type ghoul after him, told you Dewdrop used to act just like this with him too, but after a few weeks, when seeing he was no threat, ended up being his friend. It was more about the fire ghoul being territorial than aggressive

Even though you were becoming quite the close friends with Rain and the other ghoulettes, you still had one specific ghoul in your mind: Mountain. He was probably the quietest ghoul of the group, surpassing even the water ghouls. Being a water ghoul yourself, you knew you could approach strangers, talk to them, make friends, but with Mountain was another story. He wouldn't talk to anyone outside the band ghouls, and whenever another ghoul or even a sister tried to talk to him, he would answer and quickly go somewhere, mostly outside at the gardens. You made a promise to yourself that you would be able to get him to come and talk to you

It was another day filled with practice. You had gone from Kaisarion to Square Hammer, from Dance Macabre to He Is, repeating the upcoming tour tracklist over and over until you felt a sting in your fingers, but you couldn't stop. You had to prove to the ghouls that besides being the newest addition and the youngest ghoul, you were worth of your position

But there was one song that was about to be your downfall. Mary On a Cross. Of course, Papa Nihil always entering the practice room when he heard the initial chords to his song and talking your ear off about his glory days had nothing to do with the growing unpleasing feeling you had everytime the time to train the song arrived. Ok, this was one of the reasons, but the song just made you nervous for some reason. The creepiness of singing and playing such an old song, the nervousness of presenting the song while the creator of it was right there listening, and the anxiousness of being a new ghoul created a snowball effect that was slowly swallowing you whole

This night would be a different night, though. It marked the seven days countdown to your first ritual, and you had to go through this song one more time. It was the only one that was giving you problems, and you wouldn't let Papa Nihil see you getting it wrong one more time, specially because he would be touring with the band this time, since he was the only one who could do the current Miasma saxophone solo

You pressed play on the radio that was kept at the practice room, and you looked down at your eletric guitar, trying to become one with it, just like you were taught, when a loud sound caught your attention. The sound of the door being open

Satan, not Papa Nihil again, you thought to yourself, but were surprised to see the ghoul you were less expecting coming form behind the door. It was Mountain

Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, he turned back to look inside the room, only to find you staring back straight at his masked face

"Hello, Mountain" You said, putting your guitar aside and getting up

"I didn't notice you were here before. I'm sorry, I will be leav..."

"Please, there's no need for this" You interrupted the other ghoul, sitting down at the couch again "I would rather if you could stay with me during this practice"

"Did something happened? Is Dewdrop annoying you again?" Mountain sat by your side, looking at you intensely

"No, the last time, I threatened to splash water on him and he ran away calling for Aether" You answered, remembering the fact with a smile. After the night of the incident, the ghoul seemed much calmer, even making jokes near your presence, which made you think that maybe he was finally warming up to you

"Always running to Aether. I don't know how the big guy still protects him after all the menace Dew causes" With a smile, Mountain put his hand in your knees "It seems you are finally opening up to us. You talk more lately"

"You are one to say, this is the first time we maintain a conversation" You didn't let pass the small blush that spread through the ghoul's cheeks

"I am just very observant" Mountain replied "And I observed you overworking yourself ever since you have been summoned. You don't need to be perfect, you know this?"

"I have been summoned by Sister Imperator herself. It is my duty to be perfect" You sat upright, trying to convey your thoughts through your actions

"Not even the older ghouls know everything, you shouldn't think too much about this"

"Yes, I should, Mountain!" You replied, raising your voice. You noticed quickly how the ghoul brows furrowed and how his reassuring smile dissappeared "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I didn't mean to"

"It's okay, little one"

And with that, he smiled again, his sharp teeth showing through his lips, and for a moment, you wondered how they would taste against your mouth. Focusing your eyes in something else, you tried to move those thoughts away

"So, nervous for your first ritual?" Mountain sat back, relaxing his posture and putting one of his long leg over the other

"Definetely! There's this one song, though..." You stopped yourself from continuing, scared of what the ghoul might think of you admitting you couldn't play a song of the tracklist

"Don't worry, I can help you if you tell me what the song is" As if reading your thoughts, Mountain softened his voice, trying not to scare you back into your shell

"It's Mary on a Cross" You said, closing your eyes and hoping for the worst, not even wanting to see the ghoul's reaction

"Oh, that one? Well, here is the deal to play this song..."

"Wait, you aren't going to belittle me and send me back to hell?" You opened one of your eyes, still nervous. You only received a hearty laugh from Mountain, one that few people had the delight to hear or see

"Why would I do that? We all have difficulties in certain songs. As I told you, no one is perfect"

"It's... just such a fan favorite, I'm scared of getting it wrong.."

"Here, let me help you. When you are on stage, try following my lead on the drums. You can stay closer to me too, if that helps" He seemed happy to be able to help in any way "Next group practice, let's try this, okay?"

"Okay, Mountain. Thank you, really"

"It's no problem, little one. Anything else?"

"Now that I think about it..." You started saying

"Yes?"

"How do I act sexy on stage like Dewdrop?" You asked innocently, only to see Mountain getting up quickly and running towards the door

"DEWDROP! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING OUR LITTLE GHOULETTE?"

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The start of the drums bring you back to your current position, and you quickly dislocate yourself to stay near Mountain, just like you practiced with him

You take a deep breath, and hear the words of Sister Imperator coming to mind, her advice of 'Becoming one with the guitar' doing nothing to ease your mind from the nervousness you felt. You found your fingers trembling, making the sounds the guitar was making tremble together. Everything would go wrong, you would be taken off from the band, the ghouls and ghoulettes would laugh at you and...

You looked back, at where Mountain was seated, and you saw that through his concentration, he was able to steal a quick glance in your direction, making sure you were alright. And this was enough

You heard his voice in your mind, repeating the advice he told you million times during practice. 'Become one with the music, and the music will follow your lead'

And so, you followed what he told you

You quickly found yourself being able to control your guitar, it's chords bowing down to your skill, and you finally were able to ease the anxiety that was plaguing your mind. Coming closer to where your microphone was standing, you prepared to sing together with the ghoulettes and Papa, finally being able to feel the music filling you with it's emotions

"You go down just like Holy Mary

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

Your beauty never ever scared me

Mary on a, Mary on a cross"

After that, only a few seconds were necessary and the music was over. The sweet music that has been stressing you over for weeks now was finally over, and you felt like you had just completed a challenge that put you further into being an official addition to the band

A couple of songs later and you were waving down at the audience, collecting flowers, throwing guitar picks and hugging your fellow ghouls and ghoulettes to bow down while hearing the applause. You choose to stay near Mountain during this part for obvious reason

"What you guys did back there was amazing!" You heard Copia's voice as soon as you entered backstage "And you!" He pointed at you, and you quickly felt fear run through your veins. He heard you messing up, it was all over now. "You were perfect! I knew you would be a good addition!"

"Thank you, Papa" You answered truthfully, letting go of a breath you didn't even knew you were holding

The ghouls each went to their specific places, some staying at the corner, others talking together in a little group. All of them, including Dewdrop, stopped their activities to congratulate you on your first ritual, and you felt a closer connection to them than before

"You did great back then!" Finally, the voice you wanted to hear the most. Mountain appeared behind you, making you turn and stare him in his now unmasked eyes

"It would not be possible without your help" You replied, sincerely

"That's not true. It was your talent..." He put a finger on your forehead, giving a little push and making you laugh "...and those skilled fingers..." He held your fingers with both of his hands, caressing them "That made the show so great tonight"

Your wide smile felt like escaping your face, from how happy you were feeling

"Thank you. Really. It means a lot to me"

"I am always here to help, little one"

The way he held his gaze on your eyes made your legs weak, and your immortal heart feel like jumping out of your ribcage. What was this man doing to you? Had he put you in a spell? You felt your cheeks grow warm after noticing how his large hands were still holding yours, making it seem like your hands were molded to fit each other perfectly. Your thoughts were racing through your mind, you had barely registered his face coming closer to yours, until you felt his lips, touching yours lightly

"Can I kiss you, little one?"

"Yes, please, Mounty..." The nickname seemed to do something to him, since he grabbed your face in both his hands, and closed the distance between your bodies, kissing you slowly. You felt his warm lips touching yours, your mouth moving according to his lead, and your hands instinctively found their way through his hair, caressing him and making him moan in a deep low pitch in the kiss.

"Satan, you are going to make me crazy" Mountain stopped kissing you for a moment, his comment making you smile. But soon he was back to kissing you again, this time, asking for entrance with his tongue. You happily obliged, opening your mouth slightly and letting his tongue, feeling how in that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment

"Guys! Our little ghoulette is an ice element ghoul!"

You and Mountain quickly separated, looking around and seeing all the eyes on both of you. Looking for who said the phrase that interrupted your moment with Mountain, you found Dewdrop pointing at something under you. You looked down to see a circle of ice forming around your feet, in the rough shape of a small human heart. Looking up again, your eyes encountered the glowing eyes of Mountain already staring back at you, looking like they had seen a million constellations in your face

"That explains how cold your hands are" Mountain said, still looking at your eyes

"MOUNTAIN!" You were able to shout, hitting him in the arm, before a laugh erupted from both of you.

[thecitysgraveyard]

Hiiiii could you do a fic with Kirk in his short hair era where y/n is a interviewer interviewing Metallica and he keeps flirting with her and she gets all blushy and shy and after the interview it ends with soft smut💕

oml yes i love this <3 thank you for requesting nonnie and sorry for the horrible smut, im very bad at writing smut honestly haha :)

you were interviewing him in his trailer, and he kept on flirting with you

once the interview ended and the camera guy went out, kirk says

"I love how your hair shines in the light... it reminds me of my guitar strings when I'm playing a sick riff."

you smile and say thank you, honestly that made you feel better about yourself

kirk smirks and asks "you wanna hear our most iconic song?"

obviously you say yes and he gets his guitar

Kirk begins to play the intro to Enter Sandman, which you may know as one of our most iconic songs. His fingers glide across the strings as the song swells into the chorus. You are mesmerized by his playing and the song itself. It's truly a work of art. As the chorus builds, Kirk looks at you and winks.

When Kirk finishes the song, he puts down his guitar and comes closer to you

"I gotta say, it's not often someone takes my breath away, but you sure do. You make my heart pump hard and remind me of the way my guitar strings pull when I crank up the distortion."

you blush and say thank you, that makes you feel amazing

Kirk smirks as he leans even closer.

you start blushing even more if that was possible at this point, his hand comes up till your cheek as he leans for a kiss

he kisses you, the kiss was gentle and sweet, but soon turned rougher and more posessive

his hand went under your shirt while kissing you, your hands reach for his jeans, he grins feeling your hands unbuttoning his jeans

as you unbutton his jeans, he's only left in his boxers now, you kisses him again, and he leads you to his bed

lays you down, the kiss getting more passionate, his hand goes up your thigh

kirk's heart thunders in his chest as he tastes your sweet and subtle lips

he takes off your skirt and his hand plays with your panties before pulling it down

"you're so wet sweetheart" he says with a smirk

he kisses you again as his fingers start playing with your folds, you moan into the kiss

this foreign feeling feels great, better than what you could've ever imagined

you pull down his boxer, his cock springing up to his stomach, the tip of it was a brownish mauve color

kirk grins and pulls you closer to him, he kisses your neck and pulls away

"baby you ready?" he asks smiling while looks at you

you nod and he smiles again, he slowly puts his cock into your entrance, letting you adjust to his size

as his cock is put into your entrance you moan, this euphoric feeling is like a high that you never wanna get down of

he lets you adjust to his size, your gummy walls pulsating around him

"god you are so tight" he says and groans as your walls tighten around him

"should I start moving now princess?" you had a slight blush on your face and nodded

he started to move slow but soon a bit faster than before

your moans were the cutest thing he'd ever heard, you were about to release your wall clutching around his tight

"you close baby?"

yeah I'm close you whimpered softly

"uh huh come for me" you followed along to what he said and came, he grunted as he came into you too

he smiled and lay beside you, his chest falling in and out, taking deep breathes

you hugged and smiled while saying i love you

"i love you too princess" he smiled and kissed your forehead

[oliverreedmasterass]

Starcatchers 1x3 - Meeting the Master

Synopsis: After an incident involving Jake's amp, he's determined to win the cash to buy a replacement. Meanwhile, Josh and Danny choreograph a dance for a music video and Sam's clumsiness makes him see red.

Words: 5.9k

Warnings: violence against amps and nice video cameras, groin injury, Satan

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Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny are sitting on the couch in Sam’s living room. Josh has the remote and is scrolling through the options on Netflix so fast, there’s no way he’s registering what he’s passing on. Beside him, Jake, Danny, and Sam are staring at him with growing frustration. 

SAM: Are you gonna choose anything this century or would I be better off walking in circles in the backyard for the evening? 

JOSH: Just, hold on, I haven’t seen anything that stands out yet. 

DANNY: You literally skipped Happy Gilmore. What’s wrong with you? 

JOSH: (under his breath) That’s not cinema. 

JAKE: If you don’t choose something in the next ten seconds, I’m putting on Pirates of the Caribbean. 

JOSH: (scrolling more frantically) No! 

Josh panics and selects Saturday Night Fever.

SAM: (incredulously) The disco movie?! 

JOSH: It’s got a good soundtrack? 

Jake huffs and leaves the room as the movie starts. After the opening credits are done, he comes back with his guitar and a comically large amp. While Josh is trying to get into the movie, Danny and Sam watch Jake struggle to plug his guitar in, and then settle back into his seat. Jake begins playing the Buddy Holly riff over every line of dialogue. While Sam finds this to be hilarious, Danny is into the film alongside Josh, and glares at Jake. 

DANNY: That’s not funny. 

Jake looks at Danny for a long pause, not blinking, and then responds with the Buddy Holly riff. 

From an exterior shot of Sam’s house, Jake’s amp is thrown through the window. 

Starcatchers Theme/Opening Titles

[acoustic theme song with a harmonica] 

From the fires we emerged anew, 

Singing, playing rock and roll, 

Reviving a genre just for you. 

Across the globe we traveled far

Recruiting an army of peace, 

Enchanting crowds with our guitar. 

A battle ensued at the Gardens Gate

And we preserved the gift of nature, 

Standing up against a culture of hate.  

We are the Starcatchers, reaching for the sky, 

Discovering words of wisdom to live by. 

We deliver a message from the heavens above:

Live your legend through the intelligence of love. 

[end theme] 

Jake, Danny, Josh, and Sam are driving to the set of their upcoming music video for Meeting the Master. 

JAKE: (to Danny) You owe me a new amp. 

DANNY: You owe John Travolta an apology. 

JAKE: I don’t owe that scientology freak anything. 

DANNY: I could hardly watch the movie, you were complaining so much. 

JAKE: I think I had the right to complain after you threw my best amp out the window. 

Danny tsks and shakes his head like he can’t believe Jake would even offer that as a rebuttal. Josh tries to step in to smooth things over. 

JOSH: Even if you didn’t catch most of the dialogue, at least you saw the sick dancing, right? 

DANNY: Oh, absolutely. I’ve actually been thinking about it a lot since last night. 

JOSH and DANNY: (at the same time) We should have a dance number in our music video. 

Josh and Danny gape at each other. 

JOSH and DANNY: Jinx! 

SAM: Absolutely not. 

JAKE: I’d rather you chuck me out the window with my poor, broken amp. 

JOSH: Just picture it though, we build up the dramatic tension and then, once the song crescendos, we tell the story with our bodies in front of a massive bonfire. It’s exactly what the music is begging us to do. 

DANNY: I do think that adding a dance would enhance the message of our song. 

SAM: I think you just want to see if you can move like Tony Manero. 

DANNY: So what if I do? 

JOSH: (starting to eagerly plan) We’ll work on the choreog once we get there. 

DANNY: Choreog? 

JOSH: Yeah, you know, the dance routine and all. 

DANNY: Choreography? 

JOSH: I think choreog sounds cool. 

DANNY: It really doesn’t. 

JAKE: You guys have fun with that. Since Danny is refusing to pay me back for my private property that he decided to destroy, I’m determined to earn the money back to buy a replacement amp. 

DANNY: You have enough money in your bank account to just go out and get a new one, Jake. 

JAKE: It’s about the principle, Daniel. I’m not paying for something that wasn’t my fault out of pocket.

SAM: I would argue that it was your fault. 

JAKE: (growling to Sam) Watch it. (to the rest of the car) I’m gonna win a radio show contest. 

JOSH: There’s got to be a better way.

JAKE: Nope. This is the only way. I know for a fact that I’m gonna be caller ten somewhere. 

DANNY: Do radio shows even have the money to do contests like that anymore? 

Jake reaches over and turns up the volume on the radio. A super cheesy DJ voice comes on. 

DJ: Hey Miss Independent, you wanna Breakaway? In honor of the queen, Kelly Clarkson’s birthday, we’re giving out a big old bucket of presidents to our tenth caller! Ring me up (857)349-2983, tell me your favorite Kelly Clarkson song, and the money’s yours. 

Jake fumbles with his phone. 

JAKE: Drats! What was the number again? 

SAM: 867-5309

Jake starts to type the number in and then stops. 

JAKE: (to Sam) [expletive censored with the Buddy Holly riff]. 

JOSH: You don’t even like Kelly Clarkson, Jake. 

Jake goes to the radio show’s website, finds the phone number, and eventually manages to call it. The rest of the car is fixated on him. Jake starts making clacking noises with his tongue while he waits for someone to pick up. 

JAKE: (excited) Hello? Wha- oh. 

DANNY: What happened? 

JAKE: They hung up on me. 

Sam turns the volume back up on the car stereo from his steering wheel. 

DJ: Congratulations to our tenth caller! What’s your name, and what’s your favorite Kelly Clarkson song? 

CALLER: Uh, my name is Dave. I don’t actually know who Kelly Clarkson is, I just need the money to flee the country. I’ve been on the run from the IRS since 2007. 

DJ: (cutting the caller off) Okay, buddy! Good on ya! 

JAKE: (throwing his hands up) Unbelievable! This is rigged! How was I not the tenth caller? Who calls into these things anyways? 

SAM: You and Dave. 

Jake groans loudly. Sam pulls into the parking lot of the Tennessee State National Park and kills the engine. While they unbuckle their seatbelts, Jake holds his hand out to everyone in the car. 

JAKE: Give me your phones. 

DANNY: No. 

JAKE: (to Danny) You especially. 

JOSH: Just, give it to him, Danny. This isn’t a battle you want to fight. 

JAKE: (nodding his head) I’ll hide in your walls if you don’t. 

DANNY: Are you gonna do anything else, or are you just gonna hang out there? 

Jake doesn’t know how to respond to this, but he doesn’t have to since Danny gives in and hands him his phone. Sam and Josh follow suit. 

JAKE: Now I just need six more cell phones and I can hack this thing. 

Jake takes off for the trailers where they’re supposed to get their hair and makeup done. Sam sighs and shakes his head, following behind Jake, leaving Danny and Josh. 

DANNY: We have about forty-five minutes until we have to get dressed. 

JOSH: That’s plenty of time to get our choreog worked out. 

DANNY: I really wish you would stop calling it that. 

JOSH: Would chor-ee be better? 

Danny sighs and shakes his head. 

On the set of their music video, Sam wanders around the large cameras and lighting equipment. He has his own personal film camera around his neck and starts taking photos of the cameras. 

SAM: (chuckling to himself) Heh. Camera-ception. 

Sam leans in close to a gigantic camera and attempts to take a selfie of it with his film camera. The flash goes off, temporarily blinding Sam, and he stumbles around, knocking into the camera. He watches in horror as the camera topples over in slow motion and shatters on the ground. How a camera managed to get that damaged in grass is a mystery, but it unfortunately happened. 

SAM: Oh [expletive censored with the Buddy Holly riff]!  

Sam snaps his head around in a panic and notes that no one was around to see his accident. He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself, and then spots a large branch a few yards away. He grabs it and places it over the broken camera to make it seem like the branch was what caused the damage, even though there are no trees anywhere close by. Once he’s satisfied with his work, he sprints away, waving his hands up in the air in a silent panic, back towards the trailers. 

Jake is sitting in the trailer, surrounded by about twenty five cell phones. Sam can be seen running with his arms flailing around in the background through the window of the trailer. Jake listens intently to a handheld radio that’s set on the table in front of him as a different DJ talks. 

DJ: On this two for Tuesday, I’m giving out two Ks to the 22nd lucky caller! 

Jake hovers over his phone, waiting for the phone number. 

DJ: I’ll be waiting at (483) 273-8273. 

Jake dials the number at the speed of light, his pupils dilated to the point where he looks like he could be possessed by a demon. He holds his phone up to his ear with his shoulder and begins dialing the same number into every other phone around him, putting each of them on speaker phone. While a symphony of phones ring, Jake waits. The DJ speaks over the phones. 

DJ: And we have our winner! Congratulations, what’s your name? 

CALLER: Jennifer. 

DJ: You get a buttload of money that you can use to pay for anything you want, like a new amp to replace your broken one! 

CALLER: Woohoo! 

JAKE: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!! 

Jake’s shouts ring through the park. They can still be heard in the distance from the parking lot, where Josh and Danny are covered in sweat. Danny is doing a pelvic thrust move while Josh busts out a two step that would make Fred Astaire cry. 

JOSH: I think I’ve got it! 

Danny stops his subpar dancing to watch Josh’s feet shuffling. 

DANNY: You look like you could be a part of LMFAO. 

JOSH: That was not what I was going for. 

DANNY: Thank god. 

JOSH: What do we have so far? 

DANNY: Well, at the line, “And I’m taken, by the madness,” we do a spin and a half with our arms held in tight and then do some hand waving in front of our face. 

Josh mimes what Danny just described while humming the tune to himself. Danny watches him go and looks to be thinking hard. 

JOSH: Like that? 

DANNY: I hate it. 

JOSH: (growing frustrated) Most of that was your idea! 

DANNY: It’s just missing something, I don’t know. 

JOSH: More hip thrusts? 

DANNY: Yeah, maybe. 

Josh starts to sing the line, “And I’m taken, by the madness” again while Danny embodies Tony Manero’s hypnotizing disco hip thrusts. With joy, Josh starts to join Danny. It looks like they’ve finally singled in on something right. 

JOSH: Oh yeah! 

Sam rushes into Jake’s trailer to find Jake holding his head in his hands following his second failure at winning a radio contest. 

SAM: Oh no, oh no no no no. 

Jake peeks through his hands up at Sam. 

JAKE: (mumbling) I’ll be okay, I’m just feeling a little bit dejected right now. 

SAM: No, oh no as in I just completely obliterated one of the nice cameras on set. 

JAKE: (still into his hands) How did you manage to pull that off? 

SAM: The world is against me. 

Jake nods like he understands where Sam is coming from. 

SAM: (continuing) I planted a tree branch over the wreckage so it looks like I didn’t do it. But, Jake, I feel so bad. 

Jake doesn’t say anything. It’s unclear if he simply doesn’t care, or if he doesn't know what to say in return. Sam looks around the trailer and then lets out a short gasp. Standing in the corner of the trailer, checking out the mini fridge is a man in all red who can only be assumed to be Satan. Satan turns around at the sound of Sam’s gasp, holding onto a carton of 66% milk and takes a long chug. He then wipes his mouth and gives Sam a toothy grin. 

SATAN: Been naughty lately, Samuel? 

SAM: Psh? What? No. 

JAKE: (looking around) Who are you talking to? 

SATAN: (continuing) You really think you can hide from what you did? 

SAM: (to Satan) The tree branch did it, not me. 

JAKE: You’re starting to freak me out, Sam. 

SATAN: We both know that’s an awful cover up. Your fingerprints are all over that broken camera. 

SAM: (realizing Satan is right) Oh [expletive censored with the Buddy Holly riff]! 

Sam books it out of the trailer, determined to cover his tracks before someone finds the camera. Jake watches him go with a frown. 

JAKE: I should probably tell Josh that Sam is talking to the shadow people again. 

Jake looks like he might actually leave his trailer and fleet of phones behind to find Josh, but the DJ’s voice on the radio reminds him of his ultimate mission. 

DJ: You thought I was done handing out free cash that may or may not be super taxed after you get it? No way! Be the sixty-ninth caller, and I’ll send you a check that will make you piss your pants! 

Jake goes back to dialing on all the phones. 

JAKE: (to himself) C’mon, baby. 

The phones ring and beep in an upbeat tempo. The sounds transform into a disco version of Meeting the Master which plays in the parking lot where Josh and Danny are practicing. Josh and Danny have somehow acquired bell bottoms and tight button up tops with impressive collars. The parking lot pavement lights up around them like a disco dancefloor as they practice their routine. Although it isn’t entirely coordinated yet, Josh and Danny dance like their lives depend on it, pointing in all directions with an added flair and wiggling their hips around. They even bust out the lawn mower and sprinkler. 

The song fades out and Josh and Danny try to catch their breaths. 

DANNY: (wiping sweat from his brow) That was magic. 

Josh guzzles an entire yellow Gatorade, attempts to smash the plastic bottle against his forehead, gives up, and walks to a recycling can to toss it. He returns back to Danny’s side. 

JOSH: I’m telling you, it all lives in the pelvis. 

DANNY: Do you think Jake and Sam are gonna get behind our routine? 

Josh has to stand on his tip toes, but he places his hand on Danny’s shoulder. 

JOSH: Trust me, once they see how cool we look, they’ll be begging to give it their all in front of the big and fancy cameras. 

Back on set, Sam stops running towards the broken camera when he realizes the director has discovered the carnage. 

DIRECTOR: The big and fancy camera! 

Sam curses to himself and tries to slowly walk backwards towards the trailers. The director spots him and motions for Sam to join his side. Sam looks like he wants to book it. 

SAM: (thinking aloud) If I run, that will make me look pretty guilty. But I might be able to run fast enough to the airport that I can catch a flight to Argentina without anyone stopping me. But I don’t know Spanish well enough to ask people what their vegan options are at restaurants. I don’t want to be that guy who goes into a country not knowing the language. Talk about embarrassing. 

DIRECTOR: (breaking Sam out of his head) Sam! Someone absolutely obliterated this camera! 

Sam starts to scream but then stops himself. Despite his panic, he pretends to act shocked. He’s a terrible actor. 

SAM: Oh, man! That’s devastating! Are you sure someone did it? I mean, there’s a big branch on it. 

DIRECTOR: There’s not a tree in sight. Unless the branch fell from the sky, I doubt it. 

SAM: (changing his game plan) Well, then whoever did that is an absolute monster. I hope they rot. 

The director stares at Sam oddly. Satan appears behind the director’s back and shakes his head at Sam

SATAN: You’re gonna be the one to rot, Samuel Francis Kiszka. 

Sam chokes on another scream. Satan does a pirouette with a loud cackle and then disappears into a dramatic puff of smoke. Sam shakes his head and widens his eyes. He just had another hallucination. 

DIRECTOR: Boy, you’re taking this harder than I am. 

SAM: I just can’t help but think that whoever did that to your camera isn’t quite right in the head. 

Sam has a large frown on his face. 

You know who else has a large frown on his face? Jake. The poor guy hovers over his handheld radio, staring daggers into it with his phone ready in his hand. The camera zooms out to show that, with the exception of the director, Jake has squished every single crew member into the trailer to help him. 

BOOM OPERATOR: How are we gonna know when to dial the number? 

The Boom Operator holds the mic in front of Jake’s face, whacking him a few times. Jake sputters from the microphone and pushes it away before thinking twice and grabbing it back so he can speak directly into it. 

JAKE: I’ll give you the sign. 

PA: And what’s the sign? 

JAKE: Trust me, you’ll know. 

The radio starts to play sounds that are reminiscent of a Vegas slot machine. This immediately piques Jake’s interest and he shushes everyone so he can listen. 

DJ: Have I got a treat for you today. Sitting right in front of me on my desk, I’ve got - 

Jake is typing furiously away on his computer, searching for the radio show’s phone number. He finds it, lets out an excited cackle, and dials the phone number, hovering his thumb over the “call” button. Everyone else in the trailer is waiting, watching him with intensity while holding their own phones out. 

DJ: Gimme a call at (384)392-2983. 

JAKE: (shrill) AWWWOOOOOGA! 

PA: What? 

JAKE: (more shrill, motioning at the phones) AWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOGA! 

PA: Huh? 

JAKE: Call the number, numbnuts! 

Everyone dials in and waits. The Assistant Director’s face brightens and she motions at her phone and gives Jake a big thumbs up. Jake crosses his arms over his chest and gives a satisfied smirk. He’s finally won. 

Josh maintains a similar position in the parking lot as he watches Danny finalize their dance routine. Danny moves with a stunning grace as he goes through the motions, doing dazzling spins, foot work, and jumps. You can kind of get a sense of the story that he’s trying to tell with his body, and boy is it beautiful. Danny finishes and wipes some sweat from his brow while Josh showers him in applause. 

JOSH: Absolutely stunning work, Daniel. 

DANNY: (gasping) You think? 

JOSH: Just one note. 

DANNY: Of course. 

JOSH: I think we need to do this move at some point. 

Josh stands with his legs concerningly far apart and his knees bent, locks his fingers together and wiggles his arms in front of him, like a wave. Danny watches him with a blank face. 

JOSH: (explaining while he’s still dancing) It symbolizes the tide turning. 

DANNY: I’ll, uh, try to see where I can fit that one in. 

JOSH: Preferably after Jake’s solo when he does the worm. 

DANNY: I don’t remember agreeing to that part of the routine. 

JOSH: When you see him do it, you’ll thank me. 

DANNY: Uhhhh….

Sam makes similar grunting sounds to Danny, sitting on a log on set and staring blankly at the camera that the director is collecting from the ground and moving into a beautiful coffin. The director sniffs back tears and dabs at his eyes with a hankie. Sam looks to his left and sees Satan sitting next to him, cleaning under his long fingernails with a part of the broken camera. 

SAM: Can you please leave me alone? The guilt is bad enough, I don’t need you around too. 

SATAN: On the contrary. I think you need me around to remind you what an awful person you are. I mean, who takes a selfie with a camera? 

SAM: What else are you gonna take a selfie with? 

Satan does not look amused. Sam nervously chuckles. 

SAM: So maybe you have a point. It wasn’t my finest moment, but it can’t be that bad, right? 

SATAN: The owner of that camera sold his dead father’s car to buy it. It was the only way he could make it in this industry.

Sam clutches at his face and moans in despair. 

SATAN: He kept that camera locked in a vault in his basement to make sure no one got their grimy hands on it. But the one time he left it for a second, you went and destroyed it. 

SAM: You know, I am kinda surprised he’s not here with the director, doing whatever that is. 

Sam motions at the director, who is playing a funeral song on a set of bagpipes over the coffin containing the camera parts. 

Jump cut to the cameraman in Jake’s trailer, texting the director “I’ll be back on set in a sec to get the cameras set up. Guitarist dude for the band just won a radio contest - who does that anymore???”

Jake is clutching arms with the Assistant Director, jumping up and down and shouting with glee. The Assistant Director quickly stops jumping and holds a finger up to Jake, pointing at the phone. Jake immediately stops and watches the Assistant Director, soaking in his glory. 

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: (on the phone) No way, that’s incredible! (to Jake) I’m gonna be on the radio in a second, turn it up. 

Jake turns up the volume on the radio so everyone can listen. 

DJ: Congratulations to our lucky caller! Who am I speaking with? 

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: Seymour. 

DJ: Well, Seymour - 

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: (cutting the DJ off) Seymour Buttz. 

DJ: Okay, Seymour Buttz, you’ve got yourself one hell of a prize! 

JAKE: (leaning over the AD to call into the phone) What’s the prize? 

The DJ laughs for an uncomfortably long amount of time on the other end of the line. Jake’s eye twitches. 

Sam’s eye twitches as well as he sits with Satan on the log. 

SAM: (thinking aloud) I need to get money pooled together to buy the poor guy a new camera, don’t I? I can’t run away from this for the rest of my life. 

SATAN: You could steal the money. 

SAM: I could steal the money. From Jake. He’s trying to win a radio contest. 

Satan looks confused. Does anyone participate in radio contests anymore?? Sam ignores his look and hustles towards Jake’s trailer. On his way over, he runs into Josh and Danny, who are slurping down Gatorades to get their electrolytes. 

JOSH: Oh, Sam! Just the person we wanted to see! We gotta teach you the choreog for the music video! I think Daniel and I have come up with something really special. 

DANNY: It’s so good, we might even get invited to join Dancing With the Stars as guest judges. 

SAM: You’re gonna have to put that on hold, I have something really important I need to work out with Jake. It’s literally a matter of life or death. 

Danny snaps out of his euphoria from dancing. 

DANNY: Wait. Sam, what did you do? 

Sam is already gone. Danny grabs Josh and they hurry behind him. The three friends tear into Jake’s trailer to find him on the phone, the entire crew watching him as if they’re in a Renaissance painting. 

JAKE: (into the phone) WHAT’S THE PRIZE, DJ BIG BREEZY?! LEGALLY YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT I WON! 

DJ BIG BREEZY: Man, I think you’ve got a stick shoved up somewhere where the sun don’t shine. Maybe I’ll pass this off to the forty-third caller. You’re kinda stressing me out. 

Jake sucks in a deep breath, holds it in his mouth with his cheeks puffed out, and then exhales. He looks a smidge calmer. 

JAKE: Sorry, DJ Big Breezy. I’m just really excited. So, how many K’s are we talking here? 

DJ BIG BREEZY: No K’s kid. 

Jake’s face brightens. 

JAKE: Mil? 

DJ BIG BREEZY: Nil. You won two tickets to catch a special screening of Saturday Night Fever at the downtown AMC! 

Jake hangs up the phone. His face progressively turns more red, to the point where he resembles Satan. Sam gapes at Jake with a look of distress on his face as well. He has nothing to steal from this poor man. Josh watches Jake with concern. Jake is going to blow at any second. Danny can’t help but let out a large laugh. 

DANNY: Hah! Serves you right! 

Jake glares at Danny, his face still red. 

JAKE: This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. 

JOSH: Even worse than the time when you had to be Willy Wonka in the school play because I got sick? 

JAKE: Way, way worse than that. 

Josh whistles. 

JAKE: How am I ever going to pay for a new amp? You know what? Tour’s canceled. 

DANNY: Oh, come on, Jake. Get over yourself. 

JAKE: Amp killer! 

DANNY: Hey, let’s not go around carelessly throwing accusations around like that. I could serve time. 

JAKE: (jutting his finger into Danny’s shoulder) You should go to jail. 

SAM: (realizing behind Jake and Danny) I’m gonna go to jail. 

JOSH: (raising an eyebrow at Sam) Why are you gonna go to jail? 

SAM: (the dam has broken) I wrecked a fancy camera on set! I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to take a picture with it, but then I knocked into it and it just kinda went, well, kersplat. 

CAMERAMAN: Woah, wait, what happened to my camera? 

SAM: I was gonna get the money for you to cover the damages. It’s just that Jake is an idiot and screwed everything up with the radio contest. 

JAKE: Wait, what do I have to do with any of this?

SAM: I was gonna snag your winnings to cover my behind. 

JAKE: Sam! 

SAM: It was the easiest way to fix this. 

JAKE: Robbing me??

DANNY: (pinching at the bridge of his nose) What I can’t wrap my head around here is why neither of you are willing to dig into your own stinking pockets. I mean, you both have money for crying out loud. 

Satan appears next to Sam’s shoulder. 

SATAN: I say you punch the curly haired guy in the kneecaps for questioning your plan. 

Sam looks like he’s considering it. 

CAMERAMAN: Dude, there’s literally nothing to worry about. I mean, yeah, it would be nice to have the camera today to do the shoot, but it’s no sweat. I’ve got the thing insured. 

SAM: Insured? 

CAMERAMAN: Yeah, I don’t have to pay out of pocket to fix it. 

Sam looks to be having a hard time grasping this concept. 

JOSH: (softly, to Sam) Do you not know what insurance is? 

Sam shakes his head, embarrassed. 

JOSH: Huh. I thought you did since you really didn’t get too upset about Danny breaking your window last night. 

DANNY: Yeah, that’s mostly why I did it. I knew State Farm would be a good neighbor. 

SAM: I wasn’t worried about the window because I kinda like the draft it makes. It helps air out the place, especially after Rosie rips her massive farts. Boy, can that dog make a stink. 

No one knows what to do with this information. 

JAKE: Let me get this straight, you were going to keep your front window broken like that through the winter? 

SAM: I dunno, maybe? I didn’t really think about it too much. 

DANNY: Oh, Sam. 

SAM: You learn something new every day? 

Satan is back in the room, pinching at the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. 

SATAN: This is way too far out of my pay grade. 

Satan vanishes. Sam waves goodbye to him. To Jake, Josh, Danny, and the rest of the trailer, it looks like he’s waving goodbye to an empty corner in the room. Jake makes a noise like he remembered something. 

JAKE: (to Josh) He’s been talking to the shadow people again. 

JOSH: Aw [expletive censored with the Buddy Holly riff]. 

Danny cautiously approaches Jake and tucks his arm around his shoulders. Jake looks like he wants to slither out of Danny’s grasp, but Danny holds him tight. 

DANNY: I want to strike a deal with you. 

JAKE: I want to strike you in the kneecaps. 

Sam looks at Jake in shock. Is he Satan?!

DANNY: (ignoring Jake) I’ll pay for your replacement amp if you agree to go to the screening of Saturday Night Fever with me. 

Jake opens his mouth to protest. 

DANNY: (continuing) And you have to do the worm on camera during your guitar solo for our music video. 

JAKE: Huh? 

JOSH: This vision, Jake, it’s enough to blow your underwear into the stratosphere. Just picture it: your guitar solo starts, you drop down in the grass, and do the most impressive worm the world has ever seen in slow motion while a fire rages in the background. 

JAKE: I can’t do the worm. 

JOSH: Not with that attitude. 

JAKE: (to Danny) Can I bring in my lawyer to negotiate the terms? 

DANNY: We both know you don’t have a lawyer. 

JAKE: Do too. 

DANNY: Josiah Cockerell is not a real person. You just throw out his name when you want to scare people with a fake lawsuit. 

JAKE: Shoot, I spend too much time with you. 

DANNY: So, are you gonna take me up on this or waste the rest of your life away trying to win cheesy radio contests? 

The camera zooms in on Jake’s face as he tries to make a decision. We see that the perspective is coming from Sam - he’s got his film camera back out and is standing about three feet away from Jake, zooming in so far that the lens nearly presses against Jake’s nose. Jake pushes Sam’s camera out of the way and huffs. 

JAKE: Fine. 

DANNY: Shake on it. 

Jake and Danny spit into their hands, wipe their spitty hands across each other’s faces, play a quick round of patty cake, do a spin, bump their hips together, and then shake. 

DANNY: It’s been nice doing business with you. 

JAKE: Can I at least watch a couple of tutorials on how to do the worm before I go out there? 

JOSH: I think it would be a lot more powerful if you winged it. 

JAKE: You hate me, don’t you? 

SAM: I don’t want to dance. 

DANNY: You can be in the middle. 

SAM: Deal! 

JOSH: Come on, guys. We’ll show you how it’s done. 

Transition to Meeting the Master playing overhead. Josh, Danny, Jake, and Sam are back in the parking lot, dressed in their Meeting the Master music video outfits. Josh and Danny are dancing along to the music while Jake and Sam try to follow along behind them. They’re pulling every dance move out of their pockets - at times it looks like they're copying TikTok dances, at other points they could be on Broadway. They jump, they twirl, they point around, they wiggle their hips, they bust out moves that you would see on the dancefloor at a Father-Daughter dance. It’s a routine for the ages. When the guitar solo starts, Josh and Danny start screaming at Jake. 

DANNY and JOSH: GO JAKE, GO! GET DOWN AND DIRTY! GO, WORM BOY! WIGGLE BOY, WIGGLE! 

Jake chokes in terror and flops onto the ground. His worm looks more like he’s doing reverse crunches, continually planting his face into the grass. When his head retracts, he spits out clumps of grass. Even though his interpretation of the worm is a disgrace to the dance move, Danny, Josh, and Sam cheer him on like he’s killing it. When Jake picks himself back up from the ground, his white suit is covered with grass stains. Their stylist is going to murder him. 

At the end of the song, Josh is really feeling it. He pushes in front of Sam, who was dancing in the middle, jumps up high in the air, and lands with a loud crack in the splits. Danny, Sam, and Jake immediately stop dancing and gape at him. 

DANNY: Josh, that wasn’t a part of the choreog! 

JOSH: (choking from the ground) I wanted to add a little shish boom pow at the end. 

JAKE: The only shish boom pow you did was to your groin. God, I could hear that crack from space. 

JOSH: (still on the ground) I can’t move. 

SAM: No need to worry, you’re insured, right? 

JAKE: You’re kind of getting the hang of it, Sam. 

Danny approaches Josh’s side and lifts him from the ground with a grunt. Josh looks to be permanently stuck in the splits - as Danny lifts him up, his legs are still sticking out in opposite directions. Danny looks to Jake and Sam for help. Jake and Sam both nod: they know what they need to do. 

JOSH: Hey, uh, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here. I actually feel fine. I love having my legs out like this. 

Danny, Sam, and Jake ignore him. Danny holds Josh up even higher while he babbles. Jake grabs a hold of his leg in the front and Sam grabs his leg in the back. They both kick up their feet, trying to swing on his legs. Josh hollers as his legs snap back into place. 

JOSH: [expletive censored with the Buddy Holly riff]!

DANNY: (as he puts Josh down) Better? 

JOSH: (brushing himself off) Hardly. I feel awful. 

DANNY: But, Josh, we have to dance! This music video is nothing without our bodies telling a story, just like Tony Manero did in Saturday Night Fever. 

JOSH: I flew too close to the sun, Danny Boy. It’s time for me to strip off the wings before I hurt myself more. I have a yoga class that I can’t miss on Thursday. 

Danny hangs his head. Jake watches him and feels a pang of guilt. He approaches Danny and puts a hand on his shoulder. 

JAKE: Hey, I’ll still do the worm. 

Danny looks at Jake in surprise. 

DANNY: Really? 

JAKE: Yeah. I mean, we made a deal, didn’t we? It won’t be the full dance, but at least you can get a bit of your messaging on screen. 

DANNY: We can work with that. 

JOSH: I told you he would see the light! 

The episode ends with the director, cameraman, and assistant director watching a cut of the Meeting the Master music video. During Jake’s guitar solo, they watch footage of Jake doing his kind-of worm in slow motion in front of a bonfire. There are multiple different angles of him doing this and, with the music, it’s a truly bizarre sight. The crew members gape at the footage and then the director shuts it off. 

DIRECTOR: Well…

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: Oh god. 

CAMERAMAN: We’re not keeping that, are we? 

DIRECTOR: Absolutely not. That was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life. 

The Cameraman and Assistant Director breathe out in relief. 

DIRECTOR: (continuing) It’s so bad, I want to throw myself out a window. 

END OF EPISODE.

Notes: EVERYONE GIVE ALEX (@jmkho) SO MUCH LOVE FOR THE TITLE AND ADDISON (@starcatcherkiszka) FOR THE ORIGINAL IDEA!!! 🫶🫶🫶