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CHERRYADE: TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE? Song Kyumin. Jul 1, 2021.

JAGUAR have emerged from their two-year period of almost complete radio silence with news that has shocked many—or perhaps a little less than many, because you can’t really expect to rise from the dead and still have millions of fans at your beck and call, ready to lap up any scraps you throw them. A new boy group is on the way, and their name is CHERRYADE. Something too sweet to drink all in one go, but too carbonated to sit on the tongue comfortably after just one sip. It seems rather on-brand for a company that has so far fed us one group that hated each other’s guts, one soloist who kicked the chair after one (1) album that tanked, and a duo who I’m still not sure were hate-fucking or making attempts on the other’s life every time the camera turned.

This time, though, they’re not unveiling their (sure-to-be devastatingly attractive) members one-by-one from wherever they’d been hiding them, as per the last three attempts. Neither are they shoving their undebuted faces in our faces with countless social media accounts or endlessly boring introduction videos. Instead, JAGUAR have made the decision to protect the idol-environment and reuse some of our past favourites, taking them from one unknown group to another. Aren’t we lucky.

This isn’t a new (or even particularly exciting) concept. You may recognise the formula from STRMRUNNER Media, who chose trainees from only the top companies to shove together in a now-superstar group named SO(U)L. JAGUAR CEO Ae Seungdae must have witnessed the success the seven have seen and decided he wanted a piece of the pie. They even share the same amount of members. But I doubt they’ll be greeting each other at any music shows or posting any cutesy selcas on Twitter, because some of the boys selected for this ‘supergroup’ of sorts aren’t known to be the nicest.

First, JAGUAR reached out to FNC and asked if they would miss SLOW MOTION’s leader KIL DOYEON terribly. The answer must’ve been no, as he’s rumoured to be the appointed leader of CHERRYADE also. Next on the list was METRONOME MEDIA’s DUAN JIEYANG (more commonly known as DJ) and JEON HAEIL from almost-forgotten group ALGORHYTHM, who had been in hot water previously for alleged physical fights breaking out between leader DAEHOON and youngest LEVI—who, funnily enough, left the group and ended up in SLOW MOTION not long after.

The higher-ups didn’t have to look too hard for the next couple of members, as they were right there in their pockets anyway. QIAO YIJUN and AHN JAEHEE (once an actor) from BONSOIR were next on the roster, and the general consensus on that was that it was certainly an.. interesting choice to make. They were the two that seemed to despise each other the most, after all.

Next is one that may surprise some. HWAN MINHUI (or GOGO, as many know and love him as) was recruited from SM’s smallest sub-unit NCT DRIFT. Reactions were mixed, but the largest question of all was why. Alas, it doesn’t seem like JAGUAR is going to be holding a press conference anytime soon to answer that burning inquiry. There’s far too much on their plates for that, what with trying to get all these complete strangers to act civil with each other and all.

The last member of CHERRYADE is the only new face that we’re receiving. Not much is known about him except his name, LEE HASUN, and that he’s the youngest of the lot. Let’s hope he doesn’t receive the same treatment as JAEHEE did, because otherwise this ‘supergroup’ might last even less time than all of JAGUAR’s other ventures combined. And we wouldn’t want that, of course. Or would we?

Whatever the public may think of them, the one thing that is certain is that JAGUAR won’t care. Their age old motto of ‘any press is good press’ has lasted them far too long for them to be doing anything like reassessing their values or realigning their morals. Hell, some have even been saying that accused nepo baby BONSOIR manager HONG JAEYOUNG has found his new place as CHERRYADE’s handler, so from that alone it doesn’t sound like they’re going to be off to a spectacularly great start public-opinion wise.

The group are making their debut on August 1st, 2021—a mere month from now. What they’re releasing is still a mystery (a single? An EP? A mini-album? I’m as clueless as you are), but what we do know is that it’s going to be called DOUBLE DIP. I can vaguely glean the concept they’re going for from the name alone. Teeth-rotting, sugary goodness. The type of stuff that makes your mouth feel heady and vision swim. Or your ears bleed, depending on your opinion on the type of music that JAGUAR has put out thus far. Their styling seems to be heading in the same direction, as the explosion of colour that makes up their seconds-long teaser video is reminiscent of a handful of candy scooped up into the hands of an eager child.

CHERRYADE marks JAGUAR’s fourth attempt at an idol presence. Most of the hard work has been done for them, what with them lifting most of the members from other groups, but that in no way means they won’t meet the same failed fate as all of their predecessors. I feel that most deciding to follow the group will be doing so more out of morbid curiosity rather than genuine excitement for the content they’ll produce, and music they’ll put out. Right now they seem more like a ticking time bomb set to explode in an array of violently bright colours and burnt sugar than a group of boys that’ll be loved by the masses.

But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe CHERRYADE will be the success JAGUAR has so sorely been wanting, and for more reasons than how many times they’ve been caught smoking or leaving shady love hotels in the earliest hours of the morning. Maybe the seven will actually grow to like each other, and they’ll replace the previous reputation they held—of catty and spiteful boys who were there for the money and to make the lives of people they didn’t like as unpleasant as possible—with one that paints them as genuine, likeable people. We’ll just have to wait and see.

DOUBLE DIP. Whatever it turns out to be, it’s dropping August 1st, 2021, at 2PM KST. Do make sure to tune in, if you want to see what all the fuss is about.

Or don’t. I suppose I wouldn’t blame you.

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infinitenatones · 1 year

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Let me be your stress relief

Steve's had a very boring Saturday grading papers and starts to remember one of the many times he and Eddie had Sex getting himself very worked up. But when Eddie gets home fuming from a shitty interview they both have the same idea on how to help Eddie get his frustrations out.

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Tags & Warnings - Smut, Mean!Eddie, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Steve, Rock Star!Eddie, Teacher!Steve, Anal Sex, Face Fucking, Spanking, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Degradation, Aftercare

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It has been a particularly long and boring Saturday so far. Steve has spent the vast majority of the day grading his students papers and watching trash tv. Eddie has been out since morning doing an interview and photo shoot to promote the band's new album. “Finally, last paper done” Steve sighs as he places the final piece of work on top of the stack. He looks at his watch, 5:36pm perfect time for a glass of wine, desperately needing something after all that work. He could have a joint, Eddie had pre rolled a bunch before he left this morning, but Steve isn't a fan of smoking up by himself anymore. It's more enjoyable with Eddie and he always makes sure that Steve doesn't get too stoned, stress makes him chain smoke which is not a good idea, especially if it's joints he’s smoking.

Steve shuffles to the kitchen, grabs the wine glasses and pours some merlot. “Shit” Eddie isn't back yet and he has instinctively poured him a glass. Well it’ll be ready for when he gets home, shouldn't be too much longer anyway, Steve thought as he walked over to turn the TV off and put some music on instead. He searches through their collection of tapes looking for a specific one. “There you are!” He smiles as he pulls out a rather scruffy looking cassette, the words, Songs for Stevie, scribbled on the paper surrounded by weird little doodles. It’s the first mixtape Eddie had ever made for him, was he a massive fan of all the songs? No, no he wasn’t, but Ed’s had put so much thought into it and he is missing him terribly today. Setting the music going Steve walks back to the kitchen with Judas Priest singing ‘Eat Me Alive’ reverberating round the apartment. He takes both glasses over to the coffee table, setting Eddie’s down for later and going straight in for a sip of his own barely making it onto the couch before the dark red hits his lips. Steve lets out a sigh and sinks into the couch as the gentle warmth of the wine trickles down his throat.

The mixtape brings back so many memories from when they first got together, driving around in Eddie’s old van, getting high at skull rock, other sweet moments and of course the first time they kissed, soundtrack for that moment courtesy of Metallica. All the emotions and feelings from that period in time come flooding back to him. It was a scary yet exhilarating time for Steve, he’d never been in love with a guy before, didn't even realise he was into guys, but Eddie, oh Eddie, he made Steve feel things he’d never felt before and Eddie loved so loudly and much deeper than Steve knew what to do with at first. It’s been years since they got together but Eddie never fails to make his heart flutter, he always seems to know exactly what Steve needs, often knowing him better than he knew himself. Their relationship had only gotten better with time, which Steve didn’t think was possible. But the years together had meant they had both learnt so much about each other, likes, dislikes, little habits they do, what makes them tick and the exactly what buttons to press to get the reaction they wanted from the other man.

It's not very often that Steve’s home alone, apart from when Eddie is on tour, which is a horrible time to be Steve and an even worse time to be Eddie's band mates. Heaven help whoever Eddie is sharing a room with during that time as the phone calls Steve & Eddie have whilst apart are completely filthy and incredibly frequent. He’s not even away for long at all today in comparison but boy is Steve longing for his man. Now maybe it’s the large glass of wine or maybe it’s the mixtape, perhaps it’s both, but his mind starts to wander down the more intimate paths of memory lane.

He drifts to one of his favourite memories, the first time he bottomed. Eddie very quickly quieted his nerves, he was so sweet and comforting, making sure that Steve knew that they could stop at any point and guaranteeing him that he would take care of him from beginning to end and after. He remembers the electricity that surged through him the first time he felt Eddie’s talented tongue worship his entrance. The way he ate him like it was the first meal he’d had in weeks. The feeling of his metal rings pinching his thigh a little as Eddie’s strong hands held him open, those same rings at his hole when Eddie slipped his fingers in for the first time. His cock twitches in his jeans at the memory, the fabric now incredibly tight against him. Steve’s head falls back and his eyes close as he reaches down to start palming himself through the denim, desperate for some relief but wanting more than anything for Eddie to be the one to provide that relief. He stays in the memory remembering the insane tidal wave of pleasure that consumed him the first time Eddie hit that sweet spot inside, a pleasure so intense that it threatened to tip him over the edge before even having Eddie’s cock inside him. When he did feel Eddie’s cock push inside him that first time it was painful, he was much bigger than Steve expected, the pain very quickly turned to pleasure though. Every time Eddie thrust into him was pure bliss, he had come undone with such intensity that it felt like he would never come down from the high. Eddie’s sweet kisses and gentle circles on his thigh helped him to relax and float back down.

Steve’s jeans now feature a very prominent wet spot from his pre cum. Palming himself just isn’t doing it anymore, he wants to feel Eddie, needs to feel him. To have Ed’s hands roam his body, his lips leaving marks claiming him, the dark chocolate curls wrapping around his fingers as he pressed Eddie face closer to him. A sinful moan fell from his lips mixing with the music of the mixtape. He was so lost in the moment and his desire for more that he almost missed the noise of keys being fumbled with by the door. Eddie’s gravelly voice muttering a string of curses pulled him back into the room, his man is finally home and he seems pissed. Steve doesn’t mind though, having sex with Eddie when he’s annoyed is a delicious thing. Letting Eds use him to fuck out his frustrations was always intense and animalistic and Steve absolutely loved it. Plus the after cuddles were always so sweet and cozy, even when he was being used like a slutty little fuck toy Eddie made sure to remind him after of just how much he adored him.

The door swings open with such force that it threatens to come off its hinges. Steve's eyes dart over to the doorway and he is gifted with a vision of leather, mesh and ripped denim. His eyes drink in the man, slowly going over every inch of him until he reaches Eddie's face. His skin is flushed, brow furrowed and dark eyes made even more fierce by the eyeliner framing them. Steve was right Eddie is definitely pissed off about something, and anger just looks so sexy on him. Eddie turns around to close the door and by the time he's turned back Steve is right there, pupils blown wide with lust, handing him the glass of wine.

“Shitty day handsome?” he asks as he drapes his arms around Eddie's neck, pressing a quick kiss just below his jaw. “That fucking interviewer!” Eddie snaps before taking a large swig of the wine. “He clearly didn't give a crap and had done no research into who we were at all!” Steve hums in response to Eddie, the harshness of his voice going straight to his dick. “He didn't even know all of our names, like what the hell dude?! I was so close to knocking him out, luckily for him Jeff was there to keep me somewhat level headed” He rants, all the while Steve is nuzzling his neck and placing soft kisses all over it. Eddie is so tense his body is practically vibrating from rage, he’s thankful for the wine he was given by Steve but he needs something else, something stronger, something guaranteed to get all the frustrations out. He continues his rant, the anger still bubbling inside causing him to barely notice Steve’s lips making their way to the sensitive spot behind his ear. It’s not until Steve subconsciously grinds onto Eddie’s thigh that he is enlightened about his boyfriend's current rock hard state. A wicked smirk spreads across his face, he’s just found the perfect stress relief.

For the first time since he got through the door he really looks at Steve, his eyes are half lidded with lust and a crimson blush is spread across his cheeks. He looks incredible, gold rimmed glasses framing his beautiful hazel eyes, hair kind of messy and his oversized knitted sweater making him look oh so cosy. “Are you even listening to me?!” desire now mixing in with the frustration in his voice. “ ‘m listening…interviewer was shit, did no research” his words are lazy and half formed. He scoffs, almost laughing “You were barely listening at all! Do you even give a shit about my day?!” Eddie pushes him away and takes another large gulp from his glass of wine. Steve, upset at the loss of contact, takes a few steps back out of Ed’s space. “I care! It’s just, um well I…” Steve’s voice trails off as he shrinks into himself. “Were you touching yourself before I came home? Just couldn't wait could you, you little whore!” Steve dips his head in shame and he replies without words, just a little whimper confirming what Eddie already knew. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t mean what he said, it's all part of the game that they’ve entered into, a game both participants are very very happy to play.

Eddie strides over to Steve backing him up against the kitchen counter, he slams one hand down onto the marble and puts down his glass before using the other to grip Steve’s jaw with just enough pressure to make a point. “What got you all riled up then huh? What’s got my slut so desperate and hard?” Eddie sneered inches away from Steve's face, his hot breath sending tingles down Steve’s spine and right to his core. Eddie doesn’t let go of his face as he stares him down waiting for a reply, his own arousal making itself known as it painfully presses against the rough denim of his jeans. Steve shuffles a bit under his gaze before answering, “Well, I was listening to our first mixtape and my mind kind of wandered to, well I started thinking of, um, the first time I, I bottomed” his voice trembling a bit, not from fear or embarrassment but from a deep hunger for the man in front of him. “Is that what you want huh, want me to fuck you?” Eddie slots his leg in between Steve’s thighs, the pressure causing him to whimper and grind his hips onto Eddie. “Cos I promise you this Sweetheart, if I fuck you tonight you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week” It’s a promise growled into Steve’s ear. His knees go weak and his hands instinctively grab onto Eddie for support. “Please, need you so much, use me, fuck out your frustrations, please Eddie!” he begs desperate and whiny, needing him so much right now. “Bedroom, now.” and with that Eddie steps out of his space and Steve practically runs to their room.

Eddie was pissed off but not at Steve, not in the slightest, getting to come home to him was the only good thing about today. He finishes his drink before heading into the bedroom, ready to give his man what he wanted and take what he needed in return. As he enters the dimly lit room he's greeted by his greek god of a boyfriend on his knees in the centre of the floor waiting for him so patiently. His grey sweater discarded, he presents himself in only his jeans and glasses knowing full well the effect it will have on Eddie. Steve’s eyes focus solely on Eddie as he slowly takes his leather jacket off and gently places it on the chest of draws. Eddie takes his time going purposefully slow which drives Steve wild, he wants Eddie and wants him now, he cant wait any longer. He wants Eds to rip him to pieces and put him back together again, to be completely engulfed by him and feel Eddie’s rage being thrust deep into his core. Eddie leaned up against the door allowing Steve a full view of the outfit he wore for the photo shoot. Ripped black denim jeans, shiny black Doc Martens, his signature guitar pick necklace and the pièce de résistance, a black mesh crop top leaving nothing to the imagination. Steve’s eyes dance over his body, every second spent staring makes him harder as he drinks in every inch of skin showing. His defined pecs, the tattoos that contrast so beautifully to his milky skin, the scars covering his torso and the tantalising strip of dark hair leading his eyes down to the bulge he wants to free from its denim prison. Steve is practically drooling and about ready to pounce on Eddie but he knows that's not the plan for tonight, no tonight he is Eddie’s plaything, his toy to use until every ounce of anger and frustration has exited his body.

After what feels like an eternity (it was barely 30 seconds) Eddie makes his way over to Steve, placing himself so his groin is mere inches away from his face. He takes Steve's chin and tilts his head up to look at him, he can see the desire clear as day in those beautiful big eyes. “Tsk, tsk, stripping without permission slut, do you need to be reminded of your place?” he teases, Steve nods in response purposefully breaking one of Eddie's rules in an attempt to rile him up more. “Words” he hisses as he tightens his grip on Steve’s face, he’s already pissed off the last thing he needs is a bratty Steve adding fuel to the fire. “S-sorry, please remind me Eddie”, before he can fully register what's happening Eddie is pulling him up to his feet and marching him over to the bed. Eddie places himself on the edge of the mattress, legs spread just far enough for Steve to stand between them. He leans back looking Steve up and down as a smirk spreads across his face, “Strip, underwear too” Steve goes to step backward to give himself more space to remove his jeans but Eddie firmly grabs his hips. “Oh no Sweetheart, you're staying here.” he chimes as he presses his fingers into Steve’s skin just enough to hurt a little. Staying where he was put Steve turns around so his backs to Eddie before undoing his jeans, bending forward to remove his clothing he feels a sudden pain on his ass. He immediately shoots upright and swings his head round to see what happened, Eddie is sitting there with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “Did you just bite me?!” Steve shrieks, a small laugh escapes Eddie’s lips “How could I not? Your ass was right in my face and it looked so very tasty, besides I think it's very clear you liked it.” His hand ever so lightly grazes Steve’s rock hard erection, teasing him, they both know Steve isn’t going to get his release any time soon.

With his hands back on Steve’s waist he guides him so he's stood to one side of him before placing his hand firmly in the centre of his back and pushing him forward so he’s fully bent over Eddie’s lap. “Now I think 10 spanks is a fair punishment for your behaviour so far tonight, don't you?” The thought of the impending punishment causes Steve’s dick to twitch, he doesn't like to admit it but he really does enjoy pain every now and then. “Yes Eddie” he responds, turning his face to try and look at Eddie. “Oh, my boy has finally remembered his manners.” he coos before sharply delivering the first hit. Steve's hips buck forward and he bites his lip in an attempt to stop his moan being audible to Eddie. “Color?”, “Green” Eddie may want to use Steve and fuck him raw tonight but he was gonna make sure Steve enjoyed it too. Regardless of what scenario they were playing out they’d regularly check in with each other using their system. “Good, now count them outloud, or is 10 too high of a number for your little brain?” His tone is condescending and he rubs small soothing circles over the site of impact. “ ‘s not too high, can count them for you” Steve’s words are breathy, longing to feel the sting of Eddie's rings against his soft flesh again. Eddie spanks Steve alternating between cheeks and having no rhythm to the hits so as to keep him on edge with anticipation. Steve counts out every hit and he can't help but writhe and buck with each sting, Eddie quickly uses his free hand to hold on to Steve’s waist and keep him still until all 10 hits have been delivered.

“Took them so well for me, such a good little slut.” The praise goes straight to Steve’s dick and Eddie definitely notices the way it twitches against his thigh. He braces himself on Eddie’s thigh as he tries to stand up, his legs wobbling beneath him like those of a newborn lamb. He falls to his knees with a resounding thud landing in between his boyfriend's legs. The dull ache from the smacks, the fresh burn of the carpet scraping his skin and the desperate desire to cum, all causing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes threatening to spill over. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He peered up at Eddie through damp lashes, his eyes silently pleading with him for more. Eddie gently brushes his knuckles along Steve’s cheek taking just a quick moment to provide some comfort before taking Steve exactly how he needs to. “Seems like you’re a mind reader sweetheart, you fell exactly where I wanted you.” he teases as he runs his hand across Steve’s jaw until his fingers reach Steve's mouth. He presses his middle and index fingers to Steve’s bottom lip demanding entrance into the wet heat. Steve opens willingly and savours the feeling of calloused fingers pumping in and out, the digits dancing with his tongue as he laps over every inch of them.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve with a pop and chuckles as Steve whimpers at the loss. “Please” he whines, hands flying to grab any part of Eddie he can reach but they’re stopped before his fingers can even get close to grazing the man in front of him. Eddie’s large hands wrap around his wrists and hold them firmly in place, “Oh baby, so fucking needy! Tonight is about me getting what I want, what I need. And what I need is to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Doesn't that sound like a great way for me to get some frustration out?” he cocks his head and a crooked grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. Reaching down to firmly place Steve’s hands on his thighs, their mouths get so close together that they’re sharing the same breath. He leans further into his space to whisper a single word in Steve’s ear, “Stay” a simple word that holds so much weight. Steve knows to obey lest he receive another round of punishment. He waits so patiently as Eddie stands to his full height towering above him, he stares as Eddie's long ringed fingers deftly undo the handcuff belt buckle and the buttons holding up his jeans. His eyes practically burn into Eddie’s flesh as his cock springs free, fully erect and teasingly glistening at the tip from pre cum. Steve licks his lips and salivates at the site of his long awaited prize, regardless of how many times he’s seen this perfect dick it always amazes him. The sheer length of it was impressive alone, then you mix in the girth and the way it curved towards the tip, oh that sinful curve, it’s enough to drive a man wild.

Eddie carefully removes Steve's glasses and sets them aside making sure they're out of the way and aren't at risk of being damaged. He turns back to his boyfriend and cards his fingers through Steve’s silky locks admiring how soft his hair is before tightly grabbing a handful of it at his crown and giving a sharp pull forcing Steve to look up at him. Steve hisses at the pain but it's quickly forgotten as the floaty feeling of slipping fully into subspace creeps in. He absolutely delights in the times he gets to sub, loving the feeling of completely handing over control to Eddie, being able to just exist without worrying about anything and the beautiful fuzzy out of body experience of subspace that only heightens his pleasure. “Hands on my thighs, I don't want to feel them leave my body. If they do, I'll assume you're touching yourself and you will be punished.” He places his hands as requested and brushes his thumbs over the soft flesh happy to finally be permitted to touch. “Good boy, now eyes on me the whole time and if it's too much, pinch me, hard.”

Keeping one hand in Steve's hair he uses his other to grab the base of his cock and tap the head on those rosy lips. Opening his mouth wide he flattens out his tongue and takes a deep breath before Eddie slides himself into him. He starts slowly at first, gently rocking his hips and staring into the hazel pools of lust below him that are framed by a deep crimson blush. The sight is too much for him and his hips snap forward and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his guttural moan fills the room. Steve gags slightly at the sudden hit to the back of his throat. He has no time to recover before Eddie starts his onslaught of thrusts deep into his throat. Looking up at the blissed out face above him fills him with pride as he knows he’s giving Eddie exactly what he needs. Eddie’s eyes flit back down to the man below him taking in the full sight of his man taking his length so perfectly. “Deep breath” his sex drunk voice graciously giving a heads up and letting Steve know exactly what's coming. He’s incredibly thankful for the warning as next thing he knows the firm grip in his hair is pushing him completely flush against the dark curls at Eddie’s base. Taking a deep breath through his nose he’s hit with the full musk of Eddie Munson, the scent adding to the medley of his senses. His earthy yet sweet smell mixed with the taste and weight of him has Steve moaning in ecstasy. The vibrations travel through Eddie and hit his core full force causing the knot in his stomach to tighten with pleasure.

Eddie pulls Steve off him with one quick tug of his hair, both men's breathing shaky and shallow. They take a moment to calm their breaths and Eddie’s grip loosens ever so slightly in Steve’s hair. Steve’s hands never leave Eddie’s thighs, he so badly wants to touch himself to alleviate the ache growing in his groin. But deep down he knows that waiting for Eddie to bring him to orgasm will be far better than anything he could do on his own. “Color?” he puffs aware of how rough he’s being with him and although Steve hasn't tapped out he needs to make sure that it's not too much. “G’green, v’very green” the raspiness of his voice sends shivers down Eddie’s spine and nestles deep in his heat. Deep in his blissful subspace Steve instinctively opens his mouth again ready for another round. “Show me how much you need me, put that talented tongue of yours to use” Eddie hums as he strokes the back of Steve's head. More than happy to comply, Steve sets to work on bringing Eddie as much pleasure as possible. He licks a long strip from base to tip along the thick vein running up the underside of Eddie's shaft before giving his tantalising head the treatment it deserves. Taking him into his swollen lips he swirls his tongue round the sensitive tip and laps at the slit eliciting a cacophony of moans and curses from the man towering above him. Setting a steady pace Steve slides his mouth up and down Eddie's erection using his tongue to add a light pressure exactly how Eddie likes it.

It’s not long before Eddie reaches his limit and the knot in his core threatens to snap. Without a word he pulls Steve up to meet him and crashes his lips against him in a bruising kiss. Steve’s eyes flutter shut and he whimpers into the kiss, his jaw going slack allowing Eddie to push his tongue in and devour him. The kiss was harsh and needy, teeth clashing and hands exploring each other's bodies. Eddie slides his hands round Steve’s waist and picks him up before turning around and throwing him onto the mattress. Steve’s eyes shoot open with shock, his pupils blown wide and sweat beading on his forehead and pecs. Quickly grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from the bedside table Eddie crawls onto the bed and positions himself between his boyfriend's thick thighs. He leans over him and starts to suck bruises down Steve's neck and onto his chest. Steve’s head falls back onto the pillow “F’fuck Eddie!” he wails, his nerves lighting up like fireworks as he’s finally being touched how he’s wanted all evening.

Eddie splays his fingers and trails his hands up Steve’s torso until they reach his pecks. His thumbs flick over his already hard nipples, pinching and rubbing at them causing Steve to writhe beneath him. “ ‘m gonna fuck you so hard.” he whispers between sucking and biting and Steves flesh. His body presses against Steve’s cock providing some much needed friction, Steve’s hands slide under the mesh crop top to grip and claw at Eddie’s back. Eddie lets out a primal groan before tearing himself away from his boyfriend's body. He grabs the lube and goes to pour some on his fingers but Steve reaches out to stop him. “No, need you now, don't wanna prep”, Eddie’s hand speeds down and delivers a sharp swat to Steve's cheek. “Since when does my fuck toy get to demand something from me?! You’re supposed to be getting rid of my anger, not adding to it.” There’s a darkness in his eyes and a passionate fury in his voice. “S’sorry Eddie, just need you” he snivels whilst delighting in the stinging pain radiating across his face from the point of impact. “‘S gonna hurt, you want that huh? Want me to hurt you Stevie?” Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s forearm “Please Eddie, please!” he begs.

Eddie removes Steve's hand from his arm and places it on the pillow above his head. He puts down the lube and grabs the condom, tearing it open with his teeth and carefully rolling down his shaft, Steve stares in anticipation. Picking up the lube he squeezes a large amount directly onto Steve's entrance, the cold gel causing shivers to travel through Steve. Grabbing his erection he slides it through the dripping liquid making sure to cover himself generously. Using one hand he grips onto the beautiful boy's hip to stabilise himself as he lines himself up and slowly pushes in.

Having no prep means that pushing in is somewhat difficult, Eddie’s thick cock stretching Steve wide as he forces past the tight ring of muscle. It burns as Eddie enters but it’s what he asked for, what he needs, he is however incredibly thankful for the frankly obscene amount of lube Eddie used. Steve relaxes as best he can, knowing the more relaxed he is the easier it will be for Eddie and the less it will hurt for him. Eventually Eddie bottoms out and Steve lets out a blissful sigh at the sensation of being completely full, Eddie stills giving them both time to adjust to the feeling. But not one to waste a moment he leans forward and takes one of Steve's nipples into his mouth biting and sucking at the sensitive bud the stimulation leaves Steve mewling. After feeling Steve completely relax he starts thrusting into him, slowly at first, enjoying the warmth and pleasure of Steve’s velvety walls tensing around him. But it’s not enough he needs more and by the look on Steve’s face he needs more as well.

“Hold onto the headboard and don't let go” he growls before grabbing the back of Steve’s thighs and pushing them up towards his stomach allowing him to get a better angle. Eddie’s new pace is relentless and every harsh thrust hits Steve perfectly in that sweet spot. The room is filled with the symphony of skin slapping against skin, harmonising moans and the practically religious chanting of Eddie’s name. All the pain of the unprepped entry slipped to the back of his mind and was replaced with pure ecstasy, after needing to be fucked all day he was finally getting what he so desperately craved. “So fucking tight, fuck, God fuck!” His fingers gripped tighter onto Steve’s thighs, his rings pinching at the tender flesh. Steve hopes he leaves marks, handprints seared onto him as a secret reminder that he can carry around with him.

“So close” Steve’s voice barely above a whisper, his orgasm within reach as his mind floats deeper into another world entirely, focusing on nothing but the sensations of Eddie, being completely enveloped in him. Eddie lets go of Steve’s legs and stretches one hand wide to restrain Steve’s wrists on the pillow above his head and the other wraps around his throat. The rough calluses, caused by years of endless guitar playing, squeeze the soft sides of Steve’s throat. The lack of oxygen causing him to float ever deeper, well and truly in his subspace. He comes undone, hips bucking up towards Eddie. Eddie releases his grip on his throat and Steve screams Eddie's name as the hot ropes of his release spill onto his stomach and chest.

Eddie doesn’t slow down his pace, he continues on chasing his own high. Tears fall from Steve at the overstimulation, he wriggles underneath him but Eddie has him firmly pinned to the bed. “Such a good l-little slut for me, m-my slut, say it!” He fumbles over his words, the knot in his core ready to break. “ You’re slut, n-no one else's, all yours” Steve breathy words tip him over the edge. His thrusts falter and the knot snaps, he collapses on top of Steve as his orgasm fills the condom. They lay there for a moment in silence revelling in unbridled bliss, their hot breaths dancing across sweaty skin.

Eddie pulls out and quickly removes and ties off the condom before throwing it into the trash. He gently presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s forehead “Gonna grab you some water and a towel to clean up, I’ll be right back I promise.” he whispers into Steve’s ear, he gets just a small mumble in response Steve is still fully lost in his own head. He returns as quickly as he can and places the glass of water on the bedside table. “Stevie ‘s okay if I clean you up?” his voice is so gentle and full of compassion. Steve simply nods and Eddie sets to work gently swiping the cloth over Steve’s stomach cleaning him up as best as possible. He finishes up and collapses on the bed next to his man. He pulls him in close and strokes a hand through Steve’s hair and over his cheek. Steve snuggles into Eddie and sighs before allowing his eyes to flutter open. “Hey pretty boy you back with me?” He looks into Steve’s eyes and he swears he can see the entire universe in them. “H-hey handsome” his throat burns a little from Eddie’s earlier onslaught and the noises that forced their way out of him.

Eddie sits up on the bed and gently moves Steve to sit between his thighs, his back slumping against his chest. He reaches for the water, gives it to his boyfriend and encourages him to drink. Steve sips the cool liquid, it soothes him as it trickles down his throat. Once he’s done he sinks further into Eddie and reaches for his tattooed arms to wrap around himself. “How’re you feeling handsome?” Eddie asks as he places sweet kisses into Steve's hair. He nestles further into Eddie wanting to be completely consumed by his embrace. “I’m amazing, but, but how’re you? Not angry?” He can't help but giggle a little at Steve's question, it’s so genuine but how can he be anything other than happy right now? “No Sweetheart, I’m not angry anymore.” Steve can hear his smile, he intertwines his fingers with Eddie’s and without a thought Eddie starts rubbing small soothing circles over Steve’s knuckles. “Did I do good, was I a good boy for you?”, “Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. You were perfect baby, so very good for me.”

Eddie can tell Steve is tired before he yawns, He moves Steve so he’s laying down and quickly takes off his top before joining him and pulling up the covers. Steve turns to face Eddie and wraps himself around him like a Koala clinging to a branch. They lie there limbs tangled up in each other exchanging multiple of the most loving kisses. He smiles wide as he looks into Eddie’s eyeliner smudged chocolate eyes “So glad I could be what you needed”. Eddie smiles like a cheshire cat and his eyes twinkle with pure unadulterated love. “Maybe you’re students will piss you off this week and I can return the favour” “Oh I’m counting on it!” Steve chuckles, Eddie kisses the tip of his nose and squeezes him tighter. They stay linked together listening to each other's breathing as they drift off into the most peaceful sleep.

#steddie fanfiction #steddie smut #dom eddie munson #sub steve harrington #angry smut #I spent way too much time on this #my fic

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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd - Jason Todd Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1,409 words

Warning(s): violence

Author's Note: Reputation is Jason's album. I don't make the rules.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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...Ready For It?

I, I, I see how this is gon' go Touch me and you'll never be alone I-Island breeze and lights down low No one has to know

I was always the one that was meant to stop Robin.

It was the only job that anyone cared enough to assign to me.

At first, I hated it.

I got tired of fighting the same guy every single day.

But after a while, I began to like our short meetings. Even if I was just fighting him, he wasn't terrible company.

He was cocky, yeah, but he was doing his best. He was trying to impress Batman. I could see that much.

He wanted to be a hero.

And he would be.

Once he could beat me in a fight. But that day has yet to come.

I grabbed his arms, shoving him into a wall of the abandoned building we had found ourselves in that night.

"Aw, what's wrong, Robin," I asked in a teasing tone. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I was thinking," he replied.

"Oh, that's dangerous."

"You could leave these assholes," he nodded vaguely in the direction of my bosses. "I could talk to Batman. Get you a job that's actually fun."

"You're cute, Bird Boy-"

"It's Robin-"

"Bird Boy," I repeated. "Batman would never trust me. Beat the shit out of you a few too many times for that."

"I could convince him."

"Not my style, anyway," I shrugged. "Sorry, Bird Boy. I'm not meant for the games you two play."

"You sure about that?"

I paused for a moment.

No. I wasn't. Of course, I wasn't. This man offered me a pathway out of the world I had been stuck in. The world that I was convinced I would only escape by dying first. But I couldn't just abandon that because he may be able to talk to a man who's been hiding behind a mask for close to as long as I've been alive.

"Maybe," I said.

"What the fuck does that-"

I cut him off by leaning forward and pressing my lips to him. It was only a matter of moments before I leaned back again.

I stepped back, smirking at the shocked look on his face.

"Ask me again the next time we meet," I called as I continued walking back.

"Why?"

I shrugged. "Might say yes."

Jason- whose name I wouldn't know for a while after that interaction- was going to be the only person that could talk me into something like that. I knew that. I was well aware of that.

All I was doing that night was planting that same idea in Jason's head.

Ours

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you

I'm not sure how I let Jason talk me into going to San Francisco. I grew up in Gotham. I knew that city like the back of my hand. I have no idea why I thought being dragged to a random city would be a good thing.

I had to sneak over there in the first place. Batman would probably think that I was trying to hunt his little Robin if I made my departure from the city obvious.

Getting into the tower itself was easy. Jason let me in.

I stood behind him as he explained to the team who I was, what I was capable of. He mentioned something about Dick having a thing for strays, so it wouldn't be that difficult to convince them into letting me stay.

"Does Bruce know about them," Dick asked after Jason's speech.

I tensed a bit as Jason answered. "No."

"Why not?"

"He would think I was trying to kill you," I answered before Jason could. "I worked with some... shady people in Gotham. Batman knows me. Knows my work. If he knew that I followed you guys, then he'd go after me."

After that, it was a process.

Well, that's what Jason called it.

He wanted to believe that I would grow on the team with time. But I was less optimistic. Dick may have taken me in, but even he didn't seem to trust me on my own.

I was constantly watched. Kept an eye on.

Precaution.

"How long," I asked Jason one night.

I had been training. I knew the cameras were on. Someone was watching. Always were.

Jason had walked in behind me right before I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied. I turned to face him.

"How long until I stop getting monitored?" I nodded to the camera in the room. "Questioned? Glared at? Judged?"

"I'm not judging you-"

"They are," I snapped. "All of them. I am a risk to them. If they could, they would throw me out."

"I wouldn't let them."

"Love to see you win a fight with space witch and manimal in there."

Jason sighed and stepped forward, going to grab my hands.

"I want to feel like I'm more than a risk to them," I muttered. "I don't wanna be looked at like some ticking time bomb anymore."

"I don't see you that way," he shrugged at me.

"Yeah, I figured out that much," I looked down at our hands. Jason ran his thumbs over my knuckles.

"Hey," he mumbled. I looked at him again. "Screw them, alright? I don't care what they think about you. And you shouldn't either. You're a badass and they'll see that. Anything beyond that... screw them."

I chuckled. "You make that sound so easy."

"Because it is."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, moving my hands to touch the sides of his face. His arms wrapped around me.

I pulled away first, grinning at him.

"See? Easy," he said, smirking a bit.

I smacked his upper arm. "Ass."

He didn't reply, he just smiled and leaned in to kiss me again.

Maybe he had a point.

Don't Blame Me

My name is whatever you decide And I'm just gonna call you mine I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby) Echoes (echoes) of your name inside my mind Halo, hiding my obsession I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy

My heart had never dropped as far as it did when Red Hood's mask broke and revealed Jason's face.

"Holy crap," I whispered as I stood up fully.

Jason pushed himself off the ground, eyes fixed on me. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost."

His voice was still half-modulated.

I was about to yell out for someone. Anyone. Dick or Dawn or Conner or something. Jason stopped me, yanking me forward and covering my mouth with his free hand.

"Shh," he whispered. "Come with me."

My eyes widened a bit.

"These people treated you like shit," he explained. "Always keeping an eye on you. Worried that you'd turn on them. Go back to your old ways. Remember all of that? Come with me. You'll be free."

"They've changed-"

"Have they," he asked. "Didn't Dick lock you in the manor because he the manor because he thought you'd go after the Joker on your own?"

My jaw clenched. That was true, but it was for good reason. He knew that I would've killed the Joker and anyone in my way after what had happened to Jason.

"Doesn't sound very trusting to me," Jason continued. "Doesn't look like he did the same to anyone else... even Batman. Look at how that ended."

I closed my eyes. I felt Jason's hand fall away from my mouth.

There was another voice, "(Y/n)!"

Dick.

My eyes opened again, now completely torn. I liked helping, but... I loved Jason. He was the reason I joined the Titans. He was the reason I stayed. What was the point if I didn't have him anymore?

Dick must've caught sight of Jason over my shoulder. "Jason?"

"Bit busy," Jason replied to Dick. "And I have a new name now... Red Hood."

"(Y/n), come on," Dick said.

I took a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing one of Jason's guns. I pointed my arm back, firing a shot right by Dick's head.

Jason chuckled. "Good choice. Come on."

I smiled at him.

I missed him.

I would do anything for him.

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lenasprouts-words · 14 days

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olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!

ahh maknae line! hyung line

han

you guys are inseparable

you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother

also han and u are actual soulmates

minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)

only about one-two years apart

when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing

its either you koala hug him or he does

just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug

or he’ll bury his face into your armpit

you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy

he sends you all his photos he wants to post

then you choose the ones you like

he likes anime; you like kdramas

constantly fighting abt which is better

it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu

its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest

you watch silly documentaries together

your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints

but he’s the first to know when something is wrong

started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade

he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before

steals things from photoshoots to give to you

spams you when he’s in the studio

asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo

once you showed one of his songs to your partner

’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’

well your partner also cried so

matching stuffed animals <3

asks you to help him learn twice choreo

bc ur a huge once

he also got you a signed album from them

’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’

felix

loves you to death.

like fr its scary

youre four-five years younger than him

so you basically have eight older brothers

nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)

runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’

and lifts you off the ground when you hug

he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you

you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt

bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’

it is so very random but you love it anyways

you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho

like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet

while your active and excited and a little bitter

your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time

and you do the same with felix

he will NEVER shut up abt you trust

like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you

but he just started texting about you so

taught you taekwando

and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)

felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’

both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box

his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep

but its like a rich deep ya know?

when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’

if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse

most of the time you end up dying

its funny because you started gaming before felix did too

you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea

and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly

jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash

dance parties at random times

especially if you or felix are feeling down

the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting

consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo

other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation

not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’

complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request

baking is your shared therapy

felix makes brownies, you make cookies

perfect duo in the kitchen

you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance

members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off

‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’

‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’

rock paper scissors is YOUR thing

like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out

you also win almost every time

seungmin

you literally have twin telepathy

mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older

so, day ones

gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group

because somehow they already knew who you were

you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted

only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group

because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything

the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you

pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing

his hugs are your safe spot

he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm

then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug

and it feels so good

and he’s surprisingly good at it too

treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)

once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining

you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)

only person who can calm you down

when you get too mad

he’ll call you or lay next to you

rub your back until you calm down

if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit

youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy

you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention

he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen

wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear

ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it

but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website

every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)

‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’

in return he sends cute gifs

he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you

asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used

you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week

since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you

he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring

your literally jeongin’s favorite tho

bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes

very very mischevious

if one of you are having a bad day

you’ll just bring the other to a rage room

very effective

jeongin

he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied

so he automatically doesn’t baby you

maybe he does a little bit….

but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it

youre around three years younger than him

so everyone in the group babies you

jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho

spooks you tho

goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear

he gets punched by you after that

you just tackle him and squeeze him

but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’

he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath

on that note

he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college

he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)

pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3

you go to a convinience store after your workouts

both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays

you switch off

innie is extremely proud he made that idea

share a gym playlist

and most of your playlist

bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists

you both do daily fit checks

slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices

you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like

‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’

he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache

‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one

you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps

but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this

‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’

but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends

if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with

‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’

and everyone is just. majorly confused

its his random space obsession showing okay

you went on a planetarium date one time

he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear

retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one

after that you went shopping

a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors

but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives

telling everyone youre siblings

there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation

@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!

#hops writes shit #stray kids

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charlottehuff · 6 days

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As you guys know (by "you guys" I mean the two people who read my post) due recent life events (read: small mental breakdown and new T. Swift album) I have made the terrible decision to start talking to my ex-situationship again (well technically we were never not talking, we just talked way way way less than we did before).

And here I compiled a list of funny and/or ironic things about this whole situation:

We still have a Spotify fusion playlist from when we went on the car, and because our music tastes are so different, there are usually only a couple songs that belong to the both of us. So yesterday I check and the only song in common was New Rules by Dua Lipa, which is just hilariously iconic

When we were "together" I tried to get him to listen to Folklore and Evermore cause he likes that kind of indie music sometimes and I thought it would be could to enjoy them together. He never did. But this past week I have been raging on so much about Tay Tay, that I mentioned again he might like some songs and he asked for 3 recommendations to give it a try. This man not only admitted he quite liked them but proceeded to give me individual analysis of each of them and talk about what they meant and that stuff. THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT NOW!!!

One of the songs was Tolerate it, which is casually one of the songs I listened to and cried to on repeat back in November when we broke up. He did not make the connection to our very one-sided effort relationship.

Today I got him to listen to The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived, and before listening he made the following joke "A song name after me haha". He was making a joke about his dick. But for different reasons he could not be more right.

He also had the audacity to like it and quote back to me one of my favourite lyrics in it.

I have now made a playlist with all the ones I think he might enjoy and honestly the amount of them that I have cried with because of him is ironically high

A few days ago he made a memory muscle mistake and called me Sweetie, and then I didn't respond and he profoundly apologised and like, I just completely changed the subject cause how do you answer that?

He also forgot my birthday last month and I am still kinda salty about that even tho we were barely talking but like... He could have remembered... (That one's on me, I'm aware)

Anyway, here is today's public diary entry cause why the hell not, what's the worst that could happen? This goes viral? Hell no!

If you've made it this far, thank you. But also... Why?

#situationships #ex #i might destroy my mental stability but I will do it with joy and laughter #tay tay #taylor swift

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foxtricksterwriting · 1 year

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Lani Clatcher

Author's Note: this is 1 of 3 mcs, I'll link the others when they're posted. While making this I wanted to think of like, what genre their band would be considered but like.... I'm terrible at figuring out genres for music😓

Credits: This is a mc for the interactive fiction game-thingy Infamous. Find it here @infamous-if

Preferred Name: Lani Clatcher

Alias: Ivy ("I know it's not original! Shut it!")

Gender + Pronouns: Agender/Nonbinary + they/them and ve/vir

Singing/Voice claim, if any: Andrew Volpe from Ludo is a really close singing voice. Specifically in the album You're Awful, I Love You. I don't have a speaking voice for them unfortunately.

Age: 26

More About Vir; Lani is often described as overwhelming to strangers. They don't tone any part of their personality down, ever. Vir loud, outgoing and loves meeting new people; textbook extrovert. They'll be the first to greet someone walking into a room and try to make someone comfortable. Ve talks fast and only gets faster when ve gets excited... which is often. They often accidentally volunteer their friends for things they definitely didn't sign up for. Ve realizes it quickly and will either backtrack it or take over for whoever they volunteered.

Ve has a habit of not thinking before doing something and often gets in some kind of trouble because of it. Ve's surprisingly a bit of a pushover; they're overly willing to help out and is very willing to do something for someone if they're lead to believe the person can't do it for whatever reason.

Ve's gained a love of nature from Yijun, but it's evolved into a love of travel. Ve wants to travel everywhere they can and honestly fears settling down someday. They collect little souvenirs from every place they go, but they're a little weird; a pinecone from a forest in Y City, a broken thing they found in Z City. And shiny things. Vir kind of like a crow. Sometimes they'll use the random knick-knacks they've collected to make necklaces and bracelets.

Lani has a certain chaotic energy. Everything ve does has at least a hint of this and it almost makes up their foundation. And ve embraces this chaos. Ve loves fast paced things and get very fidgety when they have to slow down. That's not to say that they won't; ve tries to go slow for vir friends and loved ones. It doesn't always work out, but ve'll try vir damnedest so they aren't alone.

Fun Facts:

Their Pinterest here.

Like I said in Yiijun's post, vir band is called The Cult of Dionysus. Ve calls vir fans Dionysians.

Ve has a habit of accidentally talking over people. ("HEY GUYS DID I TELL-- Oh wait fuck, shit, no keep saying whatever you were saying, I'm sorry!!")

HATES silence. If it gets too quiet they'll tap their foot loudly, hum a song or start a conversation. Usually has headphones so ve can listen to music if it gets too quiet for them.

Allergic to nuts and lactose intolerant. Doesn't really care about being lactose intolerant, will consume dairy products anyway.

They tend to wake up early to watch the sunrise and try to always watch the sunset.

True to vir nature, they LOVE talking to fans. They happily invite fans to take pictures with them any time, any place. Recently, ve had some....issues with a small group of 'fans', which caused vir to set very firm boundaries with vir fanbase.

There's a video out there of I think Misha Collins walking somewhere with his security and he hears a fan or someone call him and just fucking ignores his security to go hug this person; Lani would definitely do that lol

Wants to open a PO Box for fans to send them things

Calls everyone bestie, doesn't matter if they're actually best friends or not. Does have specific nicknames/pet names for vir friends tho.

Ve's probably the kind of person to out-loud say lol or lmao

Like the other two, Lani is one of my regular ocs. Vir backstory is the same as Yijun's; the two met when they were 8. They met Storm in high school and started a band after that. Lani is the bassist and backup vocalist. Ve can play keyboard, too.

"You and me, man. Ride or die! Yep, ride or die!"

#MC #infamous mc #infamous if #MC: Lani #interactive fiction

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oh-hush-its-perfect · 8 months

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how the hoo characters would react upon being asked about taylor swift

PERCY: She's pretty good. Yeah, I listened to the new version of Speak Now and it kinda went harder than I thought it would. I'm not, like, a "worship the ground she walks on" kinda guy, but I guess I like enough of her songs to consider myself a Swiftie. Guilty pleasure, I guess.

ANNABETH: Oh, gosh. People always ask me this. Uh, long story short— oh, right, that's one of her songs. That's kinda funny— I liked her music a lot when I was younger. Like, "Better than Revenge" was my thing when I was fifteen. And, yeah, I've listened to most of her albums. I liked Midnights and folklore and evermore. But I was never in love with her as a person. I just relate to some of her songs. Oh, gods, I couldn't count how many times I've cried to "Would've, Could've, Should've." But I heard someone call her the "greatest songwriter of our generation," and that's just... That's a bit bizarre for me. I think she's good as an artist, though. So... I guess I like her music, but I'm definitely not a Swiftie.

PIPER: Uhhh, I don't know. Like, her music is terrible or anything, but it's not really my taste. But as a person? I don't know, the whole Matty Healy thing just rubbed me the wrong way, and... I mean, she's a rich white lady doing rich white lady things. My dad asked me if I wanted her at my birthday party once. I said no, but I also said no to the Regrettes, and I'm literally in love with Lydia Knight. I'm happy for her with the tour and all, but not really my scene, no. But Jason likes her so I try to be supportive.

JASON: Oh, my gods. She's like... I don't know if she's my favorite artist, but she's up there. I mean, like, she's just so classy and her music is just so good. The way she uses synths is like... it's like magic. And her lyrics— I mean, you can't get much more relatable than that. My favorite album is probably... Lover? Or maybe Red. Then again, maybe it's 1989. It's so hard to pick. I guess I'm kind of a hopeless romantic at the end of the day.

LEO: Taylor Swift? Well, like, she's hot.

THALIA: Not really my style. But if she did a punk-pop or metal album, I'd be down for that. Like, I heard a metal cover of "Look What You Made Me Do" once, and it went so hard. She's really got a good voice for punk, too. Saw a video of her doing a vocal growl on that one song— uh, what's it called? "We are Never Getting Back Together" or something like that? Anyway, that sounded really good. But I don't really like her environmental impact. You could ask Rachel about that. I bet she'd have a lot to say.

RACHEL: Taylor— Listen. Don't get me started on Taylor Swift. Her music is mediocre at best, and her carbon footprint? Holy Hades! I saw somewhere that that one study that said 8,000 tonnes was wrong and it's actually more like 1,000 tonnes, but that was taken from half of a year during a global pandemic. She wasn't even touring or anything. The woman's a multimillionaire. With that kind of money, you would think that she'd be more environmentally conscious, but no. Not at all. And I guess it's cool or whatever that she pays her people well, but, like, that's the bare minimum. Taylor Swift. I didn't like her before all that about her environmental impact and stuff came out, and I definitely don't like how she dates racist guys, and I hate the way people worship her and follow her like lemmings, y'know?

HAZEL: Who?

FRANK: Oh, she's good, I suppose. Never got super invested in her or her music or anything. I don't really know anything about her except that people love her, and her singles are fine, I guess. I liked that one song "cardigan."

NICO: Uh, I feel like people shouldn't really ask me about music. My music taste kinda sucks. But sure, Taylor Swift makes some good music. Annabeth played me a few songs once. I really liked "Haunted," I think it's called.

REYNA: I don't follow her life and I haven't listened to any of her albums or anything. I mostly listen to Latin music, to be honest. But she's a woman and she's extremely successful, so I suppose I'm happy for her.

[Coach Hedge immediately starts singing "Shake It Off" when asked and did not provide any further comment.]

OCTAVIAN: I can't believe some people call that trash "music." It's so low-brow and vapid. Only eleven year old girls actually like that kind of thing. Me, I listen to real music— the classics, like Mozart. My favorite song by him is definitely "Canon in D."

#heroes of olympus #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #riordanverse #taylor swift #in response to a post I saw saying that Annabeth wouldn't be a Swiftie— yeah but it's a little more nuanced than that

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Okay so I'm just now catching up on whatever this "why is she shading Joe if she's happy in her new relationship omg" and the comparisons with Lover's I Forgot That You Existed's reactions of "why would she feel the need to come after Calvin if she's in a happy relationship omg" and...

Alright, listen. Here's my super fresh out the over hot take: have we forgotten who we're talking about? Melancolia, and digging up the grave another time, and never leaving well enough alone, and remembering it all too well, and looking back, and recalling now, and seeing it all now that it's gone, and wishing she'd realized what she had, and the whole ass concept of midnights is her dealing with the past and coming to terms with the series of events (happy or unfortunate) that led up to where she is now. It's her coping and doing that hindsight is 20/20, introspective psychoanalytic revisiting of the past, a terribly underappreciated skill characteristic to someone who's very emotionally intelligent. She's like an Olympic Gymnast in emotional maturity and intelligence at this point, and as such she never stops training and practicing -as in, she never stops reminiscing and taking apart what was and isn't anymore, like someone who's trying to figure out what didn't work out, what was the last straw, where were the signs she missed, what should've gone differently, how they could have fixed things, etc etc- It's her niche, her field of expertise and trade mark. Why is it becoming an issue now? Like, our capacity for empathy is super selective, honestly.

Also, now knowing how long it'd been shelved, there's a new bigger book of itemized speculations from the public, many of which will hardly ever get any sign of official recognition, much less one of direct confirmation.

It was probably one of those songs that was meant to be just for her and never released, or that didn't fit any album yet. Hell, it was probably what nudged her into starting a whole new album after an entire year of putting out rerecordings. Maybe she was already well underway designing the concept for the album, maybe the concept was already set, maybe this one at the moment fit said concept and was a call back to another sleepless night that could've taken place at any point in her life, be that recent past or decades ago past, current relationship's past struggles, ancient relationship ponderings.. you know what I mean? She's not doing anything out of what we've learn to expect from her throughout her career but more specifically when it comes to her latest studio album, which literally, as the well established and expressively stated core concept foretells, is an exploration of a lifetime of insomnia inducing ruminations.

[That being said, at the beginning of the year she did spend quite a lot of time flying back and from NYC's Electric Lady Studios (but I actually think she was most likely working on the rerecording of Speak Now and 1989) so there's that on the table.]

But at the end of the day these are people we don't know personally, and unless Joe decides to write a memoir (highly improbable), write another few songs but on his own and make them public, or write/direct a piece in the audiovisual department that specifically addresses the end of a long and very scrutinized relationship, idk something of the like, we might never know his side of the story. Taylor has this very public outlet and a huge platform whereas Joe doesn't beyond his sporadic Instagram photo dumps every once in a while.

Anyway, I don't think her puting an already published song now out on Spotify is a dig. She probably knew this assumption was inevitable and by now super predictive, cause this type of speculation has happened with literally every single one of her songs. She simply decided not to shield away from the scrutiny that was to come regardless and not let the public frenzy censor her anymore. People were gonna think the worst either way, make up theories and demonize her and the intentions they imagine she had for putting out a song about her own life.

I also think she learned from the experience of the re-releases that now she doesn't have to limit her self expression to appease absolutely anyone other than herself. She doesn't have to keep the men in suits with the big pockets happy to get where she wants to go. The rerecordings are a passion project of hers, where the fans' impressions and opinions haven't weighed too much in the making of. Yet, the relentless encouragement she's received from said fans, along with the praise from the media as an after the fact result (which could have never been taken for granted since none of them were counting on it getting any sustancial pay off, keeping in mind an enterprise like that hadn't had that much commercial success in previous attempts by several other artists... which is exactly why she was doing it more for herself and her own personal moral and legal gain) have helped in getting her out of her head about releasing discarded projects. You know, stuff that for some reason or another had to be cut from the final more polished official version of the end product. And it reassured her in the fact that, in the position she's in, at least today, whatever she releases will most likely not bomb commercially. Also, as an added bonus, not only does she get to get things off her chest and speak her truth, but revel in the knowledge that it feeds both the media and her own fanbase with content she knows it's desperately being sought after and craved for, not out of necessity but out of greed for anything resembling an inside look into her up till very recently pretty much kept under wraps and extremely undisclosed private life. Yes, even if it's calculated, cause it's a taste of the type of flaunting and overexposing she was known for during the 1989 era, where everyone and everything clung to her for clout.

What was my point? Something along the lines of be thankful for the dashboard food she's providing us with, but also be nice??? Be more aware of the bigger picture and the inner workings behind the decision of putting out a previously shelved song??? And be empathetic??? It's not that hard??

And, sidenote: in case it was so -that she's still harboring some type of feelings towards Joe (anger, resentment, sadness, longing, etc)-, she's completely entitled to feel any which way she might deem appropriate in regards to her own life, her own relationships and situations, and act and react upon them accordingly. We, however, are NOT entitled to any answer whatsoever. All tidbits, drops of tea and crumbs of scones are hers to disclose if so she chooses and at will, not ours to demand.

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Taking What's Not Yours

pairing : leo valdez x jason grace word count : 574 tags : angst, hurt no comfort, dead jason grace, grief/mourning, references to depression, post-the burning maze, leo valdez-centric

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Ever since Leo heard the news, he stopped bothering to tend to what had to be done. Everything feels duller, like the world’s been sucked of its saturation; nothing but the lifeless husk of earth, the crumbling shed of snakeskin.

Leo stumbled over a pile of clothes he hadn’t bothered to pick up and crawled into his bed, pulling the covers over his chin. The scent of Jason on his pillow was fading, but he still remembered when he came over and they would sit next to each other and talk for hours, heart-to-heart. Leo wished he had told Jason his true feelings then, when he had the chance.

Leo was the only one in the cabin. His half-siblings stopped trying to comfort him a while ago, stopped taking him to their bunk activities. The stab in his chest seemed to brush off any shows of affection, and all their attempts of condolence felt more like pity, which Leo didn’t need any more of: “ You must feel terrible. What a shame. I feel sorry for you.”

He knew people were there for him. He knew many people who were in the same boat as him. But he didn’t feel like getting better. He wasn’t ready to move on. It felt as though he never would.

Leo studied his nightstand, cluttered with items and knickknacks. Those were always there—he always lived in some sort of chaos only he could navigate. A tiny ring blue dish he made in Arts and Crafts sat atop a dusty Song of Achilles book. Piper had recommended the book a while back, though he had lost interest after a few pages, as he did with most books. He wondered how Piper was doing.

Reaching out a hand, Leo fished out a silver ring with stars engraved in the metal. He didn’t wear rings until Jason gave him a few of his own as a part of his Christmas gift, in which he wore almost every day from then on. Leo slid it onto his middle finger—proof of Jason’s existence, a captive soldier on his fingers deep behind enemy lines.

Leo had many trinkets from Jason; a gold zippo lighter with thunderbolts and clouds etched into the sides, a pocket book on constellations. The list continued. So many things he had brought but never took.

He looked out the window above his bed. The sun had long set by now, dipped into the horizon. Normally Leo liked moonlit nights like these, stars waltzing across the sky. But it felt strangely empty now. If he were to call out Jason’s name, he would have been met with no answer. The only other person to respond would be his echo.

Leo wondered. He wondered of what could’ve happened. He wondered if he could’ve saved Jason. Maybe if he had held on a little tighter or if he had just been honest with him in the first place. Maybe it would’ve worked out. Maybe Jason would’ve still wriggled from his grasp.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. He fluttered his eyes shut and did what he did best, he avoided his feelings. He escaped from the scene. Maybe in his unconscious, he’ll find Jason again. Maybe he’ll get to hold him one last time. Leo knows it won’t be the same, but he’s got a sick and twisted imagination.

It’s the closest he’ll ever get, anyways. ~~~~~~~ a/n : hope u enjoyed !! ^_^ i snuck in some lyrics from songs in who really cares :)) this album is my roman empire rn and i felt like i had to write about it

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chronic illness flare has turned me into a soaking wet paper doll of a person, but i have tag games to catch up on and that's a fun distraction 😊💕

tagged by jenn my sweetie @castiel

show your lock screen, last celeb photo, and last song listened to

oh this is probably going to be embarrassing. okay so my most frequently used device unfortunately doesn't have a customizable lock screen. i am very lucky to have a secondary device i use quite often these days which was a gift from a friend who didn't need it anymore, and that one had a really pretty floral/lyric from the archer for ages, but now... (if i hadn't saved this picture of taylor and benji, the lock screen and photo would've been a neat display of matched insanity, could've hit a trifecta with the song too but fob swooped in at the last second.) anyway...

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tagged by (polk! salad!) dani @valkaryah: share my top 5 songs I've been listening to.

according to my current replay playlist, and without repeating artists, otherwise this would be very skewed, it's 1. any day now - elvis presley, 2. heartbreak feels so good - fall out boy, 3. all of the girls you loved before - taylor swift, 4. look at us now (honeycomb) - daisy jones and the six, 5. all my ghosts - lizzy mcalpine (the way lizzy has not left my rotation for a year!)

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tagged by darlings @thebohemianbelle and @waxandwanewitchery: when you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to

similar to the above, but different!!! if i snagged this from that weekly replay playlist, it would essentially be all of the same artists because my listening habits have been in a cycle of comfort lately, but i'll choose five that i do listen to a lot that are also in the list and weren't represented. 1. golden - harry styles, 2. say you love me - fleetwood mac, 3. just one of those things - frank sinatra, 4. supercut - lorde, 5. easy to love - ella fitzgerald

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tagged by @bloodmoonlits 😘 my top 4 current albums (the taste on yours, i love seeing recognition for holly!) mine are going to be so predictable here please send help. (i am making an executive decision to exclude taylor from this, but red tv and lover are actually battling it out for a top spot at the moment 💖)

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tagged by @headfullofpresley and @castiel: talk about 8 shows as a way to get to know me better. this is unexpectedly hard because rarely are the shows i most dearly love ones that i would openly recommend to another human being haha 😳 so let that be a disclaimer here as i wrack my brain. in no particular order:

(1). better call saul: i will never be as deranged about anything on television as i was about this show, scheming times were had, tragedies were felt, cinnamon rolls were eaten. kisses sealed at city hall, flowers blooming in the desert. my unpopular qualms with the last few episodes/ending aside, it was such a gorgeously layered, meticulously crafted show, i loved those characters so much, it was SUCH a cinematic treat visually, and nearly every step was finely tuned and written in such a thought-provoking way. every step was perfectly acted. i could still talk about it forever. kim wexler queen of my heart, you will always be famous. you don't save me. i save me. (shout-out to the magnificent, and inarguably definitive, predecessor breaking bad.)

(2). penny dreadful: this show is a glorious horror, a mess of victoriana, a fanfiction potpourri of some of the most famous characters of literature, no sane person should invest themselves in it. unfortunately, i, not sane, love it to the bone (except for the terrible ending, you'll catch a pattern here), predominantly because vanessa ives means everything to me. the flame to which all moths gather. defiant martyr of my heart. no one will ever be like her!!! she is my fierce compassionate sickgirl heroine, fighting against the shadows of her world, her soul forever unbowed and true. even when she fears that lost, she holds close her dignity, her ability to love, her perseverance. the poetry with which the show, particularly the first two seasons, was written is unmatched. it's gothic horror in a frame that no one else on television has ever attempted, and it felt made for me when i first watched it in january of 2020. for though it is macabre and gruesome and dark and steeped in grief, it's also about beauty and devotion and resilience and connection. "i see no wildflowers here."/"then you need to look closer." and the everlasting heartbeat, no matter what john logan did to her, my vanessa. something yet remains. i remain.

(3). bates motel: fun fact, i only started bates last february, i've watched S1-4 more than once, and yet still have not finished S5. i keep trying but i don't want to do it! it's a rare one where i already know the ending is fitting, i just keep pushing it off. it's a very difficult show, it deals with heavy themes, there's triggering and horrific stuff in the pilot alone that would immediately stop me from telling people to watch (or at least give me pause), yet at the same time i think it unexpectedly becomes one of the most brilliantly done pieces of television i've ever seen. they have this audacious idea - what if we made a prequel of one of the most iconic movies of all-time? - and somehow not only pull it off, but end up making that story richer and more meaningful. we KNOW we're plummeting towards inevitable tragedy and still wish it could be diverted. we are fascinated and repulsed and aching for the bonds these people share, the desperation as they try to survive. every character is flawed in ways that the story tries to claw humanity out of, and it does something distinct in never shaming or vilifying any of the protagonists for the wretched things they do, never talking down to the audience saying we should be judging them or wishing ill on them, but rather examining WHY they are this way, why they act and react as they do, how they have been bent into these strange shapes. it exhumes your empathy and refuses to let you turn away from the difficulties of their world. the house looms forever like a breathing entity in the background. we will always end up in the basement, but how it comes to happen is the more important tale. and it has the incomparable powerhouse of norma bates, wonderful, awful, extraordinary, complicated, half queen, half little girl. she was like a miracle. as with vanessa, i will never forget her. (another pattern you'll see here: WOMEN.)

(4). remington steele: this was the very first "grown up" show i was ever allowed to watch with my mom, in syndication when i was a kid, and i just love it so much. it's such a delight. 80s glamour! mysteries and hi-jinks! THEE ultimate will-they/won't they romance, and she doesn't even know his real name! try this for a deep dark secret - the great detective remington steele? he doesn't exist. i invented him. follow - i always loved excitement, so i studied, and apprenticed, and put my name on an office, but absolutely nobody knocked down my door... i can recite the whole first season intro monologue, burned into my brain from age twelve. we just finished a rewatch a few weeks ago and i miss them already. laura holt is intelligent, beautiful, romantic, indefatigable, the closest thing the small screen has had to a classic noir inspired brassy leading lady, and was FORMATIVE for me.

(5). crazy-ex girlfriend: they put a musical on television for me. immediate hit right there. many of the numbers are parodies/homage, cheeky and clever but still heartfelt. then it became one of the funniest, most poignant, most empathetic, most memorable explorations of infatuation, self-worth, and most significantly mental health that i have ever seen. there have been a couple of other musical concept shows (smash, notably), but none that achieved what cxg did. it's an extraordinary work and sometimes i can't believe it was allowed to exist, and got to flourish the way it did. rebecca bunch could so easily be called unlikable - selfish, impulsive, obsessive - and yet she is so lovable and so real through all of her flaws, how can you not root for her, laugh with her, sing with her, cry with her? how can you not want her to get better? you find, eventually, it was never even about the guys, though they're fun to explore in all their neuroses too. they're almost...irrelevant. "a diagnosis" will never not make me weep. the show is just so important. this is about the story of a woman who learns how to recover, how to build true friendships (#gurlgroup4eva), and how to embrace herself.

(6). that girl: another one my mom brought me up on, and there are other shows i could mention here (i love lucy, the dick van dyke show, the addams family) as far as prototypes of modern comedy go (there is a direct line from that girl to the mary tyler moore show to friends and new girl), but that girl is particularly dear to me because it was influential to my mom, and because ann marie is a character all her own. she's quirky, she's determined, she's got the greatest 60s fashion, she's constantly getting herself into situations, she's one of the very first sitcom heroines to be a "single girl in the city" and to directly confront sexism (in multiple ways, but especially in the workplace and in the entertainment industry), she is loved and adored by her boyfriend (one of the best and most patient of all fictional boyfriends), but she is not defined by don, they complement each other. marlo thomas, the icon that you are.

(7). pretty little liars: listen. i know. I KNOW. it's silly, it's ridiculous, it has a host of issues, but i was hooked. and the thing is, though the mysteries fizzled and the reveals didn't make sense, what mattered were those girls. female friendship was the heart of everything in that story, they stood by each other and supported each other through every danger, toil, and snare, and even when they messed up, they forgave each other and came back together as a team every time. -A hardly matters, but the liars are everything. young volcanoes. aria, hanna, emily, and spencer all mean so much to me for very different reasons, and spencer especially. my genius, tenacious, too-caring girl. down these mean streets a girl must go who is not herself mean.

(8). supernatural: sigh. would be remiss not to mention it, right? have, in fact, written what amount to personal essays and fanciful poetics on this blog explaining at length what it once meant to me, have delved into the folklore urban legend americana of it all, and while i have gained a certain distance from it since the palpable breakdown i had from its ending that we do not acknowledge, those entries would hold true. it was so formative that things which are on this list would not be here without it, and i know that. it's so inextricable that i can't tell what is a thread connected to it in my life and what isn't at times. premiered on my birthday and presented me one of the greatest loves of my life, who i will always carry with me. i would not quite be me without dean. i would not be here right now without dean, in more ways than one. and i do my best to be brave.

(honorable mentions to shows tam and jenn had on their lists: the x-files, tvd/the originals, the marvelous mrs. maisel; other honorable mentions: btvs/a:ts, bones, dexter, fleabag S2, gilmore girls, the good place, jane the virgin, nancy drew/hardy boys mysteries, orphan black, the haunting of bly manor, select episodes of doctor who, i am quite certain i'm forgetting a bunch!)

for this last one i am tagging @nerdfaerie, @arthurwilde, @desireearmfeldt, @someoneoffthestreet, @freakwiththeknifecollection, @bcyoureallthatmakessense, @setyourfireonme, @dewintering, @joons, @thebohemianbelle, @beckybloomwood, @takeawaythepain, and @wickedhawtwexler, but also any of you who wants to do this, or any of the rest of these, please do, and then tag me!!! i love to see them! i apologize profusely for the pervasive brainrot. 💟

#tag games #jess.mess #about me #managed to fix the formatting after tumblr tried to eat it thank goodness 😌#i snagged the 13 of your from my recent activity but obviously as always this is open to everyone ilu

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dollarbin · 27 days

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Sandy Saturdays #11:

Friends

A surprisingly caustic song always gets my attention. Whether it's Dylan sneering at some poor Greenwich Village denizen, demanding that they come and stand inside his shoes for a moment so as to know what a drag it is to see them,

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or, 50+ years later, Lucy Dacus resisting the urge to punch an even poorer soul right in the teeth, I'm drawn to gruff brutality in song when it comes from a normally humane artist.

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Dylan and Dacus wrap their causticity in paradoxically lovely sonic packages, and so we're drawn in even tighter to their songs; we're fascinated, repelled and suddenly eager to confront our own imagined enemies: I'd surely floor them with my comparable wit: "Enjoy the slammer Donald... Beware my terrible wrath, Stephen..."

Yeah, I should probably come up with something a bit wittier for Trump and Stills just in case we bump into one another at the urologist...

Sandy Denny, master of every genre she attempted, provides a perfect bridge between Dylan and Dacus's wrathful harmonies. She wraps Friends, the most brutal of her songs, in one her richest and most lovely arrangements. The patient piano, Dave Mattack's signature drumming, the lush strings and the direct, perfect vocals all soar with friendly grace, but Sandy's title is ironic and her message is clear: the dude she is singing to is no friend.

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I have no idea who this song is about. All the internet has to say is that it addresses "a famous rock star who courted her" during the era. That means it wasn't her soon to be husband: he was the opposite of famous. That would be infamous.

So, was it Robert Plant, who she so famously sang with in 71, then left to live in the country immediately after telling him so long? He was about 6 feet taller (I've watched you rise up) than Sandy but I can see her knocking him down to hobbit height (and I've watched you fall down) after he went on and on without her at the end of the otherwise brilliant Battle of Evermore.

Or was it someone else in the band? They all look a bit off together; perhaps Sandy is already busy writing cutting lyrics in her head:

Or was it a member of The Who? Denny guests on their symphonic version of Tommy in 72 and since all they were doing was lolligagging around and letting professionals recreate old songs of theirs that were never that great to begin with I can see one of them trying to get fresh with our hero.

But I'm not sure any of these guys look worth Sandy's time. Still, she does reference fools in Friends:

After all, imagine hiring Sandy and then having her sing all of two lines on your entire album. Who are they, you ask. (Who? Who? Who? Who?) They are foolish dummies:

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Or could Sandy's mysterious loser/lover be Ringo himself? He was involved in this Tommy thing too. But surely, it's not Ringo... Then again, he had lost about everything but what money could own at that point (let's see, he'd lost The Beatles, and he was busy being cuckolded by George Harrison at the time). But , come on: not even any of his former bandmates ever wrote an angry song about Ringo, and they sure did take the time to complain about everyone else in the band repeatedly in song. So it can't be Ringo. Impossible.

Well, anyway, there's some famous loser out there who inspired some dense yet straightforward, cutting and introspective words from Sandy.

I call upon my famous brother, who is surely putting the final touches on some insightful piece of music writing as we speak as a familial counter balance to this nonsense I pumping out, or the culprit themself, to fill us all in via the comments section below: who (who!who!who!who!) deserves our forever thanks for inspiring Sandy's lovely, angry song? And who deserves our forever disdain for upsetting Sandy to begin with?

Is it you, Stephen Stills? Reveal yourself!

Update: Well, that didn't take long: our Sandy Saturday had barely began when my famous brother reported that the jerky troublemaker in this saga was in fact Pete Townshend. My brother was born in 1979, 7 years after this all went down, so he is apparently not a first hand witness and cannot testify under oath. He has, however, done some actual research; turns out such facts are easily obtainable if you simply read a book on this subject rather than writing recklessly whatever the hell pops in your small brain. I will claim credit for putting Townshend on my list of suspects to begin with; my powers of deduction are, well, marginal.

Anyway, I hereby declare that pissing off Sandy and inspiring the fantastic song Friends is Pete Townshend's greatest musical contribution. I'm not a big Who fan, you see... My almost famous other brother gave me Live at Leeds decades ago and I listened, shrugged, and then went back to Fotheringay.

Cheers Everyone.

#sandy denny #sandy saturdays #stephen stills sucks #lucy dacus #bob dylan

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peppertaemint · 3 months

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I was wondering your thoughts about this still to this day, hate on SuperM from fans of the groups (mostly EXO-Ls), that were in SuperM. A reaction channel recently featured a few SuperM videos and the comment section was a g.d. hot mess. I cannot believe almost 5 years later and people (again mostly annoying ass EXO-Ls) are still being petty and childish asf about them. Anything from: they were created for evil (yes evil lmao) purposes by LSM to it was a horrible time for Kai and Baekhyun because they were so overworked and LSM scolded Baekhyun for his opinins so it's odd that some EXO-Ls would like that group to they were created to "take down" BTS because LSM was jealous etc etc and all that bullshit. Sometimes I can't believe I'm part of the idiot species who think like that lmao None of those excuses for hating a group with seven talented and attractive as hell adult men, make any sense. The overworked shit drives me nuts the most because it's once again babying these grown ups who are old enough to make their own decisions and knew juggling multiple groups was going to be tricky but wanted to be part of it. I am so sick of "fans" being angry, upset, defensive or hurt on behalf of these adults. LSM scolded Baekhyun. Okay??? Lmao Like that's between those two and nobody knows the level of the scolding anyway. Baek didn't say "LSM cursed me the fuck out and told me he's gonna kick my dog next time he sees him" scolding can even be done playfully. I just can't wrap my mind around all the stupid excuses to hate on this group. EXO-CBX are having a comeback this year and Baekhyun is having an Asian tour and a solo album (I forget if that's been confirmed though lol) on top of an EXO mini album. No fucking cries of being overworked there. What do you think is behind this SuperM hate because I saw six (sorry Lucas lol) ridiculously talented people who enjoyed being around each other while singing fun (arguably) catchy songs. People saying that group is over and Baek and Kai will never be part of that group again, meanwhile Taemin in November called Baekhyun SuperM's leader. Idk if that group is done for good but to still be bitter and bitchy about them is mindblowing to me.

Oh, Anon. It's a sport to hate SuperM. A passionate hobby for many. Before I had listened to the group, I was told by quite several people what a "fail" they were, how terrible they were, etc. When I encountered them, I was expecting the worst.

Now, there are legitimate reasons to criticize. A lot of the music is ridiculous, the concepts ridiculous, etc. Like, the entire "Avengers" concept was flawed from the get-go. Peak cringe. But, at the end of the day, it's still a group with 6 of the most talented people in the entire genre. That can't be denied. And for that reason, I do have reason to believe it will return at some point. When you have a diamond, you wear it.

If you're expecting EXO fans to stop making hatred a sport, it will never happen. They are the original army; they're the blueprint for BTS's fans. EXO paved the way for BTS, and so did their fans (ppl are so dumb if they can't see that, but I digress...). They love to be butt hurt and make it everyone else's problem. I'm always grateful that the problem with shawols is that their standards are sky-high, lol. And they rarely waste time on such nonsense.

And I'm with you. I give zero shits if Baekhyun gets scolded at work. Who hasn't been scolded at work? I scold and get scolded, lol. That's work. Unfortunately, a lot of the people drawn to the kpop "stan" thing are people who aren't familiar with having an ambitious and demanding career. For us that are chasing something, you do work hard and overstretch yourself and get scolded and fail and try again. Lots of things happen if you're chasing a dream. What I hate is the "overwork" thing you bring up because it's just very clear these people don't know what it's like to go after your dreams and start succeeding. And they don't understand what a lot of people's lives are like. Only slept a few hours and went to work? Yep, that happens. Working all day and hustling a side business at night or studying or something else? Yep, that happens. Traveling for work so much you forget where you are or what your hotel room number is? Yes.. LOL. I have to keep the little thing they write it on or I'll be in big trouble.

#like I do assume some are kids or college age and don't understand having a career #but some people just can't grasp what it takes to go after something #and get it #idk

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randomvarious · 4 months

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Today's compilation:

Cajun Spice 1989 Cajun / Folk / Zydeco

Well, folks, it looks like our first comp of this new year is taking us on a trip down to southern Louisiana, aka Acadiana, where Cajun music, in some form or fashion, has been a fixture of the region's culture since the latter part of the 1700s. And if you've ever wondered why Cajun people are called Cajuns in the first place, it's because they originally hailed from Acadia—what are now parts of maritime Canada, Québec, and northern Maine—and if you chop off the front 'A' from 'Acadian' and then say the remainder of the word quickly enough, what you'll inevitably end up saying is 'Cajun.' Simple as!

But why the Acadians didn't end up staying in Acadia was because of a terrible war, namely the Seven Years' one, whose resolution saw the French-speaking territory left in the hands of the British. The British then forced the Acadians into exile and a lot of them ended up migrating all the way down south to lower Louisiana, where, despite France having ceded the land to Spain by that point, they were still welcomed anyway.

So the reason why Louisiana has the most French speakers out of any other state in the Union, rather than the states that border the French-speaking provinces of Canada itself, is pretty much because of that period of Acadian migration. Pretty interesting, no?

But now we forge on to more modern times:

Although Cajun music predates Louisiana's admission into the Union, it didn't really gain much in the way of a national traction until the middish-1980s, which was a time that had also seen America writ large develop a fixation with Cajun food as well. And if you're going to really try to enjoy the cuisine, what better ambiance to pair it with than that same culture's music, right?

Which brings us to this little late 80s comp from roots and world music label Rounder Records here, who, in the earlier part of the decade, had really started to develop their own Cajun stable of artists. Rounder had released a few comps that consisted purely of both Cajun music and its sister genre of zydeco before this one, but all of those releases had originated from the 70s, and almost all of them also consisted of only two or three acts each. This 1989 release, on the other hand, Cajun Spice, was the first one from Rounder to be issued since Cajun music had really started to draw interest in the US outside of Louisiana, and the list of musicians on it was far lengthier too.

But now here's the bad news: it took until getting a few songs deep into this comp for me to finally realize, that out of every instrument that I've ever heard in my life, the one that I might have a most visceral dislike for is the accordion. And that might make my German ancestors furiously turn over in their own graves, but there is just something about the type of sound that emanates out of those strange contraptions that feels so extremely lame and corny to me. And I know that I'm probably not alone in feeling this way, but guess what the lead instrument in Cajun music happens to be. Yep, that's right. The accordion! 😩

Now, I'm sure it's one thing to actually go down to Acadiana and immerse yourself in the culture for a night of good fun, which would include getting down to this unique form of folk-dance music that's found a way to keep on existing, but outside of a setting like that, I don't think I wanna hear much in the way of accordion-led music ever again. At the very least, I've definitely had my fill of it for this year alone 😅.

But with all of that said, and despite my personal distaste for this stuff in general, I can still tell that the tunes on this album are very well-made. The musicians are clearly gifted and what they're playing is definitely infectious...if you can find a way to stand it, which I really can't. But if you're way more tolerant of a prominent accordion than I am, or if you already like Cajun music, or if you're just interested in hearing it for the first time, then I definitely recommend this album. AllMusic gave it four and a half out of five stars and I can definitely see why, because all of it is clearly quality stuff.

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#cajun #cajun music #folk #folk music #zydeco #louisiana #music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music #80s #80s music #80's #80's music

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storiedtreasures · 2 years

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Jukebox Hero

a/n: Eddie’s an ace at collecting strays, so why not another of these fics?

summary: Starting your senior year at a new school was never going to be a good thing. But how bad can it get, honestly?

genre: slow burn, fluff, Eddie x f!reader

word count: ~4.4k

warnings: language, innuendo

SEPTEMBER 1985

It’s a shock, no doubt. Eddie Munson runs into someone and they apologize to him? A first, that’s for sure. He laughs at the sheer absurdity as you ramble on.

“Sorry, that was me. I wasn’t paying attention, didn’t clear the hallway.”

Neither of you dropped anything or ended up with bruises, he’d honestly just clipped your backpack as he walked down the hall. He pardons you with a wave of his hand, and then actually takes a look at you. “Moore’s class, homeroom right?” he asks, fairly certain.

“Right,” you nod.

“New kid.” He says. He’s seen Pam Fanucci showing you off like a new Swatch she got for Christmas. He’s not sure why; you’re pretty plain as far as that crowd goes. No trendy clothes or swanky jewelry. Unremarkable hair-do. He’d have said forgettable or boring, but not to your face. Especially not now that you’ve groveled for bumping into him.

You stifle a sigh, he thinks. “Yep. That’s me.”

“How’s that going?” Eddie can’t help himself, it’s too easy.

“Being the new kid?” you ask, eyebrows up so high he almost regrets it.

“Yeah,” he pretends to be genuinely invested in your answer. You either see through the ruse or don’t care to answer, smiling in a way that hides your lips entirely. There’s a laugh he doesn’t entirely mean to let out but you seem grateful for the ease it creates.

He’s staring past you at the Drama class door, closed with a sign on it frowning when you nod at it, questioning his gaze. “Was gonna talk to Birdie about something,” he explains, uncertain if you know the Drama teacher’s nickname by now.

“They’re holding auditions right now. I’m waiting for a friend.” You inform, and he realizes his own evening now consists of waiting around for this to end.

“Any idea when they’re over?” Eddie wonders if he rolled his eyes. Wayne’s been very vocal about him doing that lately. ‘Like you’re thirteen again, Eddie.’ He’ll say, throwing a hand up.

“No, sorry. I don’t think Pam’s gone up yet and she wasn’t last so… a while?”

Eddie clicks his tongue and nods, “Thanks anyway.” He makes it a few feet into the main hall, planning on waiting it out in his van when you call after him.

“I like your-” you stop mid-sentence as he pivots to look at you. “Uh, jacket? Vest?” You’re squinting at his chest and he’s squinting back at you much the same.

“The back,” you clarify, “Dio?”

“You like Dio?” You definitely didn’t look like the type.

“Yeah,” you say, a little offended, “Well, I liked the Holy Diver song. That is Dio, right?”

“It is.” He’s staring at you hard now, trying to figure out if you’re messing with him or maybe just trying to sound cool. “Just Holy Diver?” he quizzes, waiting to see if you’ve got a game.

“Oh, um… I liked the other one,” Your eyes close as you hum under your breath, mentally chasing a name. “Rainbow in the Dark! I liked that one. I didn’t really see which-” You walk around him, trying to see the back of his jacket, he realizes.

“Last in Line,” he tells you. “It’s from a concert in Chicago last year.”

“Good?” you ask, and you look like you truly want to know.

“Yeah, awesome actually.” He shrugs. “Last in Line’s probably as good as the Holy Diver album.” Eddie thinks it might be better but there’s a chance he’s biased. “You don’t look like the type,” He tells you. “You seem like more of a-”

“I listen to a lot of radio,” you cut him off before he can put a finger on what he would’ve guessed you listened to. You’re eyeing the patches on his vest and he can see the wheels turning. He’s left wondering if you recognize the names or not. “I probably lean a little more towards the uh, light, kind of metal. Van Halen, Whitesnake.”

“They’re not…terrible,” he concedes. Scratches his chin and adds, “Slide It In was pretty good, actually.”

“I have that one.” You nod in agreement, smiling with one side of your mouth.

Pam steps out into the hallway and frowns at him while she calls your name. “Can you hold my stuff for a minute?” You slip over and take the bag she holds out, the two of you exchanging words he can’t hear. Eddie has an instinct to just turn tail down the hall, leave the conversation where it landed. Pam’s back in the room, door clicking loudly behind her before he makes good on the instinct.

“She’s up in a minute. Says there are like four people after her so maybe 20 minutes?” He doesn’t register what you’re saying at first. “Until they’re done.”

“Got it.” He lets his eyebrows fall back into place. “Thanks. Clear the halls better next time, yeah?” He doesn’t know why he says it. Just comes out. He leaves you in the hall holding Pam’s bag with a haphazard salute and heads for his van to wait the next half hour out on his own.

II.

It’s about a week later in Moore’s class when he finds himself thinking of the Whitesnake album the two of you had talked about. At first Eddie’s not sure why but after staring aimlessly at the chalkboard it dawns on him that the poem the teacher’s going over has startlingly similar lines to one of the songs. Sugar coated and silver-tongued stand out in bold now that the thought’s occurred. Spit It Out, he thinks. The appeal of the album had been largely in the amount of innuendo that it squeezed in.

You’re behind him a couple of seats. He’s been sentenced to a front row seat this semester, and probably deserved it. Still, he can turn in his seat just enough to see your face. It takes a minute for you to notice his gaze. Your eyes flit to the teacher before you raise your eyebrows at him. He smirks, laughs to himself looking at the blackboard again. If you haven’t caught it yet he’s not sure what he can mouth to make it clear.

He's pretty sure you followed his gaze though. Eddie glances back just in time to see your eyes go a little big and your mouth twitch as you swallow a snicker. You manage to smooth your face back to indifference but he notices how you staunchly refuse to look his way again.

He slows in the hallway outside the door as nonchalantly as possible, waiting for you to exit the class. You move past him but dawdle as well, only daring to look at him once you’re all the way out of the classroom. You close your eyes almost instantly, finally letting out the laugh you’d held back in class. “That song’s gonna be stuck in my head all day now, thanks.”

“Worse ones to have trapped up there,” he teases.

“Yeah, such a pious tune to accidentally sing in trig class. Day: ruined.” You’re down the hall before he can come up with something worse to say.

When you walk toward his table in the cafeteria he manages to catch your eye, and you smile despite yourself. You circle your finger around a couple times by your head and mouth “still up there” over the crowd.

There’s another brief exchange in the hall after fourth period. He thinks you’ve had to have forgotten it by now, which means he can trap it up there again if he plays his cards right. You walk by, books tight against your chest in an effort to make yourself as small as possible to get through the herd of students, and he leans away from the locker.

Except you’re singing I roll my dice with a heart of ice at him before he has a chance to even hum a bar. Eddie snorts without thinking, folds easily – he hadn’t expected that from you. He’s disappointed in himself but he’d be lying to say it wasn’t the highlight of his day.

Eddie isn’t about to start kidding himself this far into his high school career, though. It’s only a matter of time before one or all of the parent-approved friends you’ve got tell you how you should steer clear of him. The daggers Pam Fanucci had stared at him from the drama room threshold weren’t the sharpest in recent memory but they served as proof you weren’t far enough down the social ladder for him to make a habit of hanging out with.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t try to ‘ruin’ your day one last time. The tape’s in his Chevy already. He’s only gotta put it in and fast forward about a song or two in on the second side. Gareth’s sitting shotgun, asking what they’re waiting for about five times before you exit the building, heading for the parking lot. He waits until you stop to talk to some girl whose name he doesn’t remember before cranking up the volume.

It doesn’t take more than ten seconds to get the van backed out of the parking spot and pulled up alongside you. You’re looking at the sky and shaking your head, trying to say something through your laughter.

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to help or hurt, honestly.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just grins. He peels away and a few of the other cars slam on their brakes, clearing a path. All in all, not a terrible day.

III.

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?” Eddie asks, as if he isn’t still hanging around the school parking lot at half past closing bell. You’ve set up camp on the brick wall, one leg tucked under and a particularly uninteresting looking book half-open in your lap.

“Waiting on my ride.” You shrug.

Eddie leans out his window a little to glance around at the cars left in the lot. Todd Douglass’ is not among them.

“Which is…” he leads.

“Todd is busy. Uh,” you falter. “Well, wherever he is-”

“He has his hands full?” Eddie offers, smirking.

You snort, smirk back. “Something like that. You know, it’s a party I wasn’t-”

“Invited to?” He can’t help himself, doing his best not to actually wiggle his eyebrows.

“Wasn’t interested in attending,” you correct. “A, um, need-to-not-know basis.”

That’s funny, he thinks. You’re funny. He almost says so when something stops him. Reality, Eddie reasons.

There’s a look on your face as Todd’s car, seemingly summoned by the small talk, revs onto the pavement in front of your perch. Eddie’s not sure if he sees it well enough to call it disappointment. Maybe it was annoyance. Either way, you don’t actually say goodbye but you do throw your chin in his direction as you pull open the back door of the Buick.

IV.

Douglass was less than reliable, he’d noticed that. Eddie dragged his feet on enough group projects to write essays on the subject but even he’d been appalled by Todd’s brazen dereliction of duty. You had been posted up on the wall yet again when he’d left, Gareth in tow for a ride home and a rundown of the next day’s setlist.

But now you’re slumping down Melvald street, headphones on and hands shoved deep into your jacket pockets. He takes a chance, spins the wheel all the way around on the empty street and pulls up next to the sidewalk, slowing to keep pace with you. You drop the headphones to your neck and look at him like he’s strange, but Eddie’s used to that. From everyone, why not you too?

“You turn down an invite to another party?” he jokes, double checking the room he has to the next stop sign. Still no traffic.

“It’s not a terrible day and I had my Walkman,” you tap the mechanics around your neck and shrug. Eddie looks at the mist on his windshield. It’s not enough to turn on the wipers yet but the darkness looming overhead has already tempted his headlights on.

“It’s raining,” he says to you, wondering if you’ll contradict him. Of course, you take the bait.

“Drizzling.” you answer back. The windbreaker you’re wearing is definitely damp, Eddie can tell from the way it hangs off of your shoulders, tight to the top of your arms.

“It’s only going to get worse. You want a ride?” He leans over and throws the metal pail in the passenger seat over his shoulder. You stop on the sidewalk, mouth open and one eye closed, ready to argue. Your impending refusal dies as loud clap of thunder breaks out. Eddie grins, daring you to tell him no now.

“You sure?” you frown at him.

He can’t reach all the way across the cab to open the door for you so instead he beckons you with a wave. “Come on.”

The sky waits a moment while you tell him where you live, the apartments about 10 minutes up the road, and then opens up before he pulls away from the nearest stop sign. Eddie doesn’t say ‘told ya’ but his eyebrows do. You breathe out a sigh before saying “Thanks” and sounding like you mean it.

“What’re you listening to?” he asks as you open up your backpack to shove your headphones in.

“Something to make you think less of my taste, I’m sure.”

“You can put it in if you want,” Eddie says, ejecting the tape currently in the stereo. “I won’t make fun of you.” The look you give him does nothing to hide your doubt. “Unless it’s like, really bad.” He pauses for effect and adds, “Sunglasses at Night bad. It’s not Sunglasses at Night, is it?”

You open your mouth and close it again, a mischievous smile sliding across your face as you pull the tape out of your Walkman and shove it into the deck. He can’t see enough of it to even take a guess at its contents.

He’s been listening to the same Slayer album for the last week, reasons a change of pace might do him some good. Your taste can’t be that bad, if previous conversations are anything to go off. He’s pleasantly surprised when the tape kicks in. Lou Gramm’s not hard to recognize.

“This the one with Urgent on it?” Eddie knows the answer, but Foreigner’s not exactly metal and he likes letting you think he’s got discriminating taste.

“Yeah. It’s next, actually.” Sure enough, the song kicks in almost immediately.

“So, you only listen to songs you can’t sing in trig class?” he asks, undecided if he’s trying to rile you up or set you at ease.

“Well, that’s what rock music is, isn’t it.” You shrug, leaning back a little.

Eddie’s not convinced you’re actually touching the car seat yet but it’s something. “Is what, exactly?”

“Something my mom’s always said,” you explain, another sly smile on display, “It’s not really rock and roll if it isn’t pissing off someone’s parents.”

“I take it she’s not a fan of this album?” He’s trying to miss puddles when he asks and instead misses the look you shoot him.

“No, she likes it. Never said she was one of the parents it was pissing off. All the Van Halen vinyl we own is hers.”

“Why is your mom sounding cooler than you all of the sudden?” Eddie jokes as he rolls to a stop and glances over. You’re still too far forward in your seat to look comfortable.

You purse your lips before answering, pretending to be offended, he thinks, as you stare up at the red light. “She probably is, truth be told.”

“I’m not doubting it,” he agrees as he eases away on the change to green. It’s taking a lot of effort to be passenger-considerate but he thinks he’s pulling it off.

“So, do you only like bands you can put on your vest?” you ask, and Eddie wonders if you had been pretending after all. It’s incredibly derisive. Could have cut him to the quick if he wasn’t made of metal already, as it were.

“Jacket.” He corrects.

“Jacket,” you placate. There’s no venom in your voice but Eddie’s an expert in anxiety, really wants to be certain.

“I have favorites, but I listen to a lot. Helps to keep an ear to the ground.” When he looks over the pull between your eyebrow asks ‘why’.

“Gotta keep up with the competition and all.” He waves a hand in the direction of the radio.

“You a musician, I take it?” Your head hits the headrest for the first time and Eddie feels his shoulders drop two inches. Took long enough.

“Guitarist.” He answers a little too proudly.

“Any good?” There’s a smirk on your face that says you meant to crack him up.

“Probably as good as all the other assholes who pick up a guitar in middle school.” He says, thinking it’s true. There’s a not-terrible lull in the conversation as the chorus of a new song plays. One about dark silhouettes at tables.

“Hey for what it’s worth I didn’t mean it about your mom being cooler or whatever, that was a joke.”

“I know. I mean, you’re not wrong. No one’s gonna look at me and think ‘she’s cool’. At all.”

“No, you’re-” You dare him to disagree with a single look.

“Okay, probably not. You do dress kind of…” Don’t say boring, he thinks. Struggles for a moment to come up with something else. “Safe.” He’s pleased with himself for that one.

You don’t look hurt but you are rubbing your hands on jeans awkwardly. Shit.

“My last few schools had dress codes. I didn’t have to worry about what other kids thought. Then we get here and I’m looking at all the clothes I have like, what am I an extra in a rerun of Welcome Back Kotter?”

And not one of the ones with any lines, Eddie thinks but doesn’t say so. You look like you can see him keeping his snark to himself.

“Pam calls it ‘retro’,” you muster your best impression of condescension. He thinks you’ve ended the conversation but you keep glancing over at him and pull your bottom lip all the way into your mouth like you’re waiting on him to say something.

“I have absolutely nothing to add,” he assures you.

You shake your head. At him or yourself, he doesn’t know. “Wanna hear the worst part?”

Eddies eyebrows shoot up and he says “Yeah…” like it’s the dumbest question he’s heard.

“Before we moved, I had, um,” You won’t look at him while you’re saying, pretending to be very interested in the windshield. “The uh… the Marcia Brady haircut.”

Eddie tries not to laugh before you do but it’s really hard. Luckily you’re snickering almost as soon as he is. He gestures to your hair and says, “But you made it into the current decade! A little late it sounds like, but it looks good.” He bobs his head reassuringly. Maybe unconvincingly.

You make a big show of rolling your eyes. “Thanks,” you groan, then point to the left. “It’s this one.” You’re already ejecting the tape to throw it back in your bag as he pulls into the complex.

He parks into the spot you point at, assuming your door is close. It’s not pouring or anything now but there’s no reason to make you walk a mile in this weather. You grab the door handle as his hand hits the box of tapes in the floorboard.

“Hey, uh-” he says before you can get out, the thought only half formed. “I’ve got the Last in Line cassette if you wanted to listen to it. Borrow it.” Your hand falls back onto your backpack.

“Sure, if you don’t mind. Actually,” you pull your bag up and onto your shoulder. “I have a few blank tapes – I can just make a copy if you wanted to wait.”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He hands you the tape and watches as you hop out cautiously. Eddie often forgets how big of a drop it is himself. Wonders if he should’ve warned you before you got out. He rolls his window halfway down when you stop on the sidewalk in front of the van and cock your head at him.

“You gonna wait in the car?”

“I didn’t wanna impose,” he explains. And then the look is back on your face again: he’s strange.

“You can come in? If you want, I mean.” Your shrug says it really isn’t a big deal one way or the other.

Eddie’s left trying to remember the last time a girl from school invited him into her house and it’s… it’s been too long to count. Years, now. He turns the car off and jumps out onto the wet pavement with as much nonchalance as he can. “Yeah, alright.”

Your apartment is on the second floor and not much to talk about. The living room, kitchen and dining room are all pretty much visible from the door. Couple of doors on the left, one on the right. The whole place is basically brown. Brown couch, wooden table with matching chairs, wood laminate cabinets and laminate countertops. Nicer than his trailer, at any rate. Cleaner, for sure. There’s a mauve monochromatic picture of fake flowers in a vase over the table but that’s the only thing on the white walls.

You head into the living room immediately and find a tape to start copying the album. Your stereo setup isn’t half bad, if a little dated. There’s a console he’s pretty sure has a turntable in it on the opposite wall. You’re careful putting the cassettes in and rewinding them, tender even, ensuring both tapes are uninjured while recording.

Eddie says no on instinct when you offer a drink. Almost too fast, he thinks. “Lotta music,” he says as a way of changing the subject, pointing to the tapes lining the shelves of the stereo cabinet. “Someone in the family a musician?”

You laugh through your nose, “Not really. I can’t even clap on a beat. My mom’s never played music on anything but the radio as far as I know.”

“Aw, everyone picks up an instrument at some point. Not everyone sticks with it, that’s the difference.”

“Well, not everyone. We don’t even-” The words die on your lips as you stand in the middle of the living room. One minute you’re sucking your teeth and the next smiling ruefully at him. Eddie half-follows you to a closet, your finger up as if pressing pause on the conversation. You seem disappointed in its contents and motion for him to wait where he is, disappearing across the apartment and reemerging with a cheap gig bag.

“You were saying?” he asks, pointing at the guitar in your hand. You set it down on the table, nodding begrudgingly.

“Technically it’s my grandmother’s. Was. We got it when she passed. Pretty sure she bought it at a pawn shop.” Judging by the case, Eddie agrees. “Her and her sisters had this thing, I guess, where if one sister did something, the other two copied that one. And one of them started playing, like, the fiddle and so my grandmother decided to get a guitar and learn? I don’t think she ever did, but that had been the plan apparently.” It’s kind of nice, he thinks. He doesn’t have a sibling to one-up but the sentiment is easy to follow. You’re still talking which is also kind of nice, because he’s never heard you say this much.

“Which is odd, because from what I gather she used to play the harmonica when she was young. Or when my mom was young, I don’t know which. So why not just go back to that instead of trying to learn a whole new instrument in your 60s or 70s but who knows.” You’re unzipping the cover and taking out the guitar to hand to him. It’s definitely an acoustic learner, but there’s no scuffs and all the strings are still on it. “Not sure why we haven’t pawned it. My mom’s not exactly attached to it, with the short provenance and all. I’m sure not gonna take it up.” He’s tempted to try and commiserate over lost grandparents but he’s not certain he knows you well enough. Not certain he wants you to know him that well.

You’re poking through the case, unzipping the pockets and rifling through them. You pull an old skoal tin out of one and shake it. There’s something inside and Eddie’s kind of hoping for the worst but can’t picture a pawn shop that wouldn’t have found that before resale. You pry open the lid and scatter the contents on your dining table: a dozen or so guitar picks. Disappointing, but not without merit, he thinks as he picks up one with a familiar marbled finish. He keeps it in his hand without much consideration as he swipes through the pile of others. There’s a couple of Fender celluloids he’s pressing his finger on thoughtfully and you must notice his gaze.

“You can take ‘em, if you want. I mean, it’s not like I need them.”

“You sure?” Eddie asks, looking up from the table to be certain. You roll your eyes and pick up a couple of black plectrums, depositing them into the tin and shutting it.

“Take your pick, man.” Your eyes close and it’s obvious you hadn’t meant to make the pun. “Just take any ones you want.” He grins and pockets about four in addition to the one glued to his palm upon first glance. You shovel the rest into the tin and back into the bag along with the guitar.

The two of you pass the rest of the time with Eddie thumbing through the cassettes and a box of vinyl on the floor that hadn’t fit in the console cabinet. He pulls out a title, you tell him if it’s yours or your mother’s. There’s a couple of unexpected ones – that you have a Motörhead album at all, for one. That the AC/DC is ‘technically’ your mom’s. He notices you never mention a dad and considering his own personal experiences he gleans not to ask.

It's not the worst way he’s passed an afternoon he thinks, getting up from the living room floor as you put the Dio cassette in its case and hand it back. Not that he’s dumb enough to hope to make a habit of this, of course.

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