#blue sabbath black cheer

[the-eternal-johnny-blade]

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔹-𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔼𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕕

[mayplantstarrwaters]

How do I explain to people that I like hard rock but not the 80-90s hard rock that are mixed with heavy metal, doom metal, glam metal and other genres of modern rock but late 60s-early hard rock with raw sound raw solos with a bit mix of acid rock, blues, psychedelia typa hard rock

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 4K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 🦇 blood, horror themes, violence, death, mention of suicidal thoughts and mention of suicide, domestic (verbal) abuse and a near death experience.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ⎈ 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

🦇 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

"Superstar!" Mason calls out for you, he'd arrived home from one of his friend's homes that had instruments in their garage - some musicians who were dropouts from Hawkins High. You are yet to meet them, but he raved about them like they were an answered prayer of his. "I'm in the band - like, officially," his voice excited but in a whisper, not wanting your mom or dad to hear because they had no idea that he’d been searching musicians to form a band in the first place - it had been a secret between the two of you.

You are stood in the front yard secretly practicing basketball and upon hearing Mason's voice you turn around, the replacement ball that Mason had got you in your hands - you feel happy for him, but then you remember him mentioning an opportunity to record with the band somewhere far away from Hawkins. "Wicked - so, that means - you're leaving Hawkins, right?" You pout.

"I have to go before this shithole ruins me - it's a once in a lifetime opportunity," he whispers, coming closer - he could see, beneath the happiness you feel, that you’re sad... sad that he'd no longer be around to play basketball with you, to listen and dance to music with you, to cheer you on through everything, "I'll still be here with you - in the form of... I don't know," he looks down, his mousy hair falling in front of his face. His blue eyes land on the ball and they light up, "My cassettes! Keep that Black Sabbath one you love so much - and I'll send letters, I promise."

You hold your own hands, fiddling with your fingers, "When - are you gonna go?" You nervously look up at him.

He bites his lips together, clearly feeling guilty because he knows that you don’t have anyone else who accepts you for who you are... not even your mom or sister. "Tonight," he sighs, "I'll be sneaking out once everyone is in bed... I'll write a note for mom, dad - Becky... and we're all planning to meet at Andy’s van, he’s the bassist - he's gonna drive us to this record company... which is - it's a long drive away," he tries to contain his excitement, but it shows in his voice.

"But - high school," you frown, "You're going before I even start," you huff, knowing that it's going to be miserable without him and that Rebecca would be looking out for you instead... which you know is going to be miserable because she has been embarrassed to have you as a sister ever since she started high school, even going to the extent of telling you to stay your room on the occasion that she'd bring friends from Hawkins High home for a slumber party or movie night...

You know that she can’t just shut you away at high school… she’d desperately try to change you or completely ignore you.

Without Mason you have nobody apart from Chrissy... who is a good friend, but she’d been raving about hanging out with the likes of Rebecca and the rest of the cheer team at Hawkins High for months.

"I'll miss you," You mumble, not liking to admit it, which makes him chuckle and he ruffles your hair with his right hand.

"I'll miss you too, superstar - that's why I'm telling you all this... rather than in the note I'm leaving them," he gestures towards your home, "They'd never let me go... skip senior year if they knew it was for drumming," he makes a look of sarcastic horror on his face, which makes you giggle with him after, "It might take a while - to be settled somewhere else, but once I am hopefully you will have graduated and you can join me."

"You don't have to ask me twice,” You groan softly, still dreading the thought of starting high school without him being there, "That's if I'm not killed by Becky for raining on her high school parade."

Mason forces a grin, frustration clear on his features by the way that the lines between his brows show, "I'm sorry I'm not going to be there to - defend you," he sighs, "You gotta promise me that you'll stay strong, don't change yourself for anyone - not even mom or Becky… because there's gonna be someone else out there, like me, who's gonna love you for who you are," he places his hand under your chin, looking down at you with fond eyes, "Who's gonna want to be friends with you no matter what, who - I dunno, loves Black Sabbath as much as we do and will jump on the bed with you to all their records, okay?"

You stare up at him solemnly, but hopeful that you can find a friend like that - Eddie is the first that pops into your head when Mason mentions Black Sabbath.

You stir in discomfort during your sleep, your eyelids fluttering.

Your brother has disappeared now, vanished into thin air.

You notice that it has turned unusually dark suddenly with ominous-looking grey clouds towering above you, rain is falling on your head and behind you your mom is yelling, "Where is she?!" Followed by Rebecca yelling back, "I don't know, mom - I'm going out to look!"

Rebecca has a yellow jacket on over some denim overalls and is grasping a torch as she runs out of the house while your mom stood at the doorframe, "Don't even think about coming back until you find her - I mean it, Rebecca," your mom scowls as Rebecca starts to wipe at her face, her make-up smudging her eyes, making them look bruised.

You pout, feeling bad for your sister, what you’d put her through by searching for Billy and Heather instead of coming straight home.

Rebecca walks straight past you, completely ignoring you stood right outside your shared home and you watch her, worried... confused, "Becky?!" You call, but she continues to walk, "Rebecca, I'm right here!" You shout now, which she seems to hear this time because she starts to slow down until her walking comes to a complete halt... her movement is unusually slouchy, which is very unlike her. You squint your eyes, watching her, she is as still as a statue, "Rebecca?"

She turns slowly, her skin now pale, almost purple under the dull night sky - she looks... zombified. Like Billy had looked in the sauna... and like how pale you had been when you witnessed the sauna test that your newfound middle schooler friends had tried on Billy, you froze on the spot not knowing what to do because it was a situation you never expected to be in. All you could do was scream 'you're hurting him!' repeatedly until you collapsed into a sobbing mess as El forcefully lifted Billy into the air and chucked him through the window of the community pool with her powers.

In this moment you can only tremble... you don’t know what to do without Eleven, she'd protected all of you, though at first you didn’t quite understand, not until you saw that thing at the hospital - a fleshy monster made up of residents from Hawkins. Your eyes widen at the realisation as Rebecca sinisterly storms towards is you, not blinking, her skin is patterned with protruding purple veins, "R-Rebecca?" You manage to gather the strength to speak, but she doesn’t respond, "I'm - sor-."

She grabs your neck with both her hands, squeezing, which makes you gasp out an involuntary scream - her head tilts as she watches you suffer.

"Y-you - don't - havetodothis!" You gurgle, tightly grasping onto her wrists with your hands, trying to break yourself free.

Rebecca's eyes are glossy, but she is dead behind them, "Yes I do - ever since you were born you've been nothing but a misbehaving little brat... now you're going to pay - you're going to stay still and let him take you," Him? You shake your head desperately and she smiles eerily in response, "It's not going to hurt one bit - and then you'll be gone at last."

"No!" You scream violently in your sleep, only to be shaken awake by Max.

It had all been a sick, twisted, messed up dream.

You stare up at Max, confused when you see the red bruise under her eye, that’s when it all comes back to you. Billy had knocked you both out, hit you so hard you’d had such a realistic concussion dream. "Wake up," Max whispers, shaking you until you nod your head and then she moves onto Mike, who is still knocked out.

You are at the back area of Starcourt after trying to trick the Mind Flayer into thinking that Eleven was being driven away by Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin and Lucas when she was actually still at the mall - you’d messed up... you admit that you’re still pretty new to this, but the three of you were so desperate to help Eleven that you hadn’t been discreet enough.

You and Max had tried to keep Billy away... convinced that you could somehow knock whatever it was out of him as he strode towards you, but you were very wrong... clearly.

You hear fireworks continuously going off, making you flinch and turn away from the sound, noticing that Eleven is not with you, "Max - she's gone, El's gone - and Billy!" You frantically stand yourself up, your legs wobble for a few moments before you let your care towards these kids that had come into your life on a horrific whim sink into you and send you running towards the loud bangs in the main area of the mall.

Terror sinks into your stomach, it gets worse with every step you get closer until you see it again, the massive fleshy monster in the middle of the mall, the monster that had tried to kill you while you sneaked from counter to counter of clothes in The Gap earlier... it was not what you expected when you told Dana after your shift there that you’d be back soon - not under these… circumstances. Neon sparks are flying off of this thing as it roars and you halt your running abruptly, your converse making a squeaking sound.

Max and Mike are on either side of you, you laugh breathlessly as the monster seems to be in pain.

You thought that you were winning against the wicked-looking evil before you...

Until, in your lower peripheral vision you can see movement… your face completely falls at the sight of Billy standing up in front of Eleven, examining the monster in a frozen state of confusion. His skin is no longer purple, sweat no longer dripping from his features and no veins can be seen. What had been left from the Mind Flayer on Billy are dark scars on his back.

The past few days seem to flash before your eyes, you’d gotten yourself so wrapped up in this new secret side of Hawkins that had been under your nose, wound yourself up in this group of people that you’d never even spoken to before at school and now was sharing traumatic life or death situations with them - you’d even held one of Nancy Wheeler's guns to try and protect the kids from the same monster at Hopper’s cabin - and Steve 'the hair' Harrington was involved in all of this?!

You’d never even had the chance to acknowledge your response to Billy's last note to you, let alone talk to him about it... and now it’s too late...

A broken sob leaves your trembling lips as one of the tentacles that had tried to kill you before shot towards Eleven, making her scream... but it doesn’t get anywhere near her because it is stopped in it's tracks by Billy, who steps forward, protecting Eleven by catching the mouth of this tentacle in his hands.

Your eyes are wide and you let out a scream. You can’t let this happen to Billy… You’d gathered that there had also been so many words left unsaid between him and Max after finding out about everything he'd gone through when you witnessed Eleven enter his childhood trauma and memories with her mind... you want to help him, need to help, "No!" You yell.

I'm crazy for doing this, even thinking it.

In a flash, you’re sprinting towards Billy and the monster. You whisper profanities under your breath and ignore Max and Mike's yelling for you to turn away... you knew that you needed to take matters into your own hands to save Billy now that you’d run out of fireworks and the monster's attention is solely on him - and besides…

it's too late to turn back now.

You try desperately to ignore the monster snarling next to you because you know that if you looked, you’d be running away from it. You just focus on the strain on Billy's face, it breaks your heart as you remember all the specific moments you’d spent together where he'd smiled at you with that smug grin, cheered for you, danced with you... even if the last time had been to piss off your sister, it felt real to you and you hoped that if you’d just had a heart to heart, that it would change everything between the two of you - that you’d understand one another.

"B-Billy," you sob while grabbing onto his arm, which is being engulfed by the fleshy monster. You then bring a hand to his cheek, "Billy - I forgive you," you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone and desperately try to pull his arms away, but you can’t... as you continue to try to save him another tentacle flings out of this monster and punctures Billy's stomach, which makes him gutturally groan.

"L-little m-iss - keg - qu- qu- you n-eed to - st-ay - aw-ay," he manages to utter those words between more groans as the monster continues to impale him with more tentacles, but you can’t move... he is trying to protect you, though nothing but anger towards this monster floods through you as it grasps Billy's life in it's tentacles... ripping him away again.

You growl, your teeth grinding together as you reach for one of the tentacles. You grab it tightly, trying to ignore the grossness of its slimy and muscly texture... you grip onto it as hard as you can and scream as you try to rip it completely away from Billy's hip but it is gripping onto him so hard that you only manage to rip a piece of the monster’s flesh away...

It makes the monster scream in anger while you scream in pain as the flesh you ripped away from the monster grips onto your skin, trying to burrow into it like a tick. It is so strong that it rips into my wrist and wriggles into you while you try with your other hand to get it off, but you can’t. After that you see it burrowing underneath your skin, wriggling inside your arm and crawling up it and hiding somewhere inside you... never to be found again, you wail in horror.

You’d fallen on the floor during your fight with this piece of the Mind Flayer, your wrist uncontrollably bleeds, creating a small puddle of blood on the floor around your hand.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as the Mind Flayer sends one last tentacle straight into Billy's heart. Everyone's screams can be heard, making you tear your eyes away from your bleeding wrist and the pain coming from your wound... I tried, but failed... it’s not like I have much to live for once this is over, I wish it had been me... you continue to sob uncontrollably as Billy is lifted by these tentacles and, like the monster had heard your thoughts, it faces you and you don’t even try to move away, you just stare as it towers over me, it's mouth open wide, baring it’s many layers of teeth.

You are ready for it to snap at you, for it to send a tentacle to end you, but before it could even just roar once more, the monster suddenly loses it’s footing and collapses to the ground... it almost tramples you but you shuffle away on my bum quick enough to not be suffocated to death.

It had completely sabotaged the mall and had even set it alight...

You are frozen and alone as the others hug.

You hear Billy gurgling to your side and quickly snap back to your senses by crawling towards him, broken sobs leaving your lips. He has blood splattered all over his mouth and his chest, "B-illy," You croak out as Max runs to join you by Billy’s side, "You're going to get through this, I believe in you, Billy - please!" You quote one of the notes he'd given you and place your hand on his chest, not caring that his blood is spilling onto your hand and yours is spilling on him.

Max stands over her brother and starts to shake him, "Billy - Billy, get up, please," Max pleads continuously, tears streaming down her face.

Billy continues to cough and he looks at you, his mouth tweaking upwards in pain, reminding you again of all the smiles he'd given you at the parties, in school. You hoped you’d see more of them, receive more notes from him.

You remembered your favorite night with Billy - at Tina's party, you were both drunk and he complimented your hair, then you complimented his and somehow got yourselves into a drunken 'who can flip their hair better' competition.

"Mine's swoosh-ier than yours," you bobbed your head to the sound of the music and rolled your head in circles, which made your hair sway chaotically around, hitting Billy's face, which caused him blow raspberries to try and get your hair out of his mouth.

He wiped his mouth and laughed, shaking his head at you with that priceless grin that made you hopelessly think about him all day everyday, "Not bad, little miss - it moves - nnicely and all, but I think mine adds a little m-more volume into - the mix," he slurred and brought his hand up to fiddle with his hair, he then moved his head from side to side with the biggest smile on his face.

You blushed, taking advantage of just being able to watch him having fun, "Mhm 'not bad', Hargrove," you giggled.

He cradled his forehead once he'd come to a stop, his hair was all over his face, "You know what - you win. I do not have the stomach for a second round of that," he laughed, moving his brows suggestively, which made you blush even more - and like he read your mind, he leant forward and kissed your cheek, his breath fanned your face, "'M gonna get us another drink."

You were giddy inside because he seemed so happy, like he had not a care in world - with that tweaked up smile permanently etched onto his face had…

Your mouth tweaks upwards at the memory, but it fades quickly as the dream of spending more time together outside of those stupid parties gradually fades.

Billy’s glossy eyes slowly drag away from you and he looks at Max, who is hovering over him completely now, "I'm sorry," his final words.

He stops gurgling and his body goes limp as he inhales, taking his last breath, "Billy, wake up - Billy, get up - please," Max pleads before realisation spreads across her features... he is dead.

Gone. No - I can't believe it.

You stare down at him in disbelief, "N-no," you shake your head hysterically and start to pump his chest in desperate hopes that he'd take another breath and that life would reach his eyes again.

Max watches you, also in hysteria, watching your hands move up and down on his chest... hoping, only for defeat to take over again and she breaks down, sobbing louder, "Stop! It's - no use - y-you’re only - hurting yourself."

You keep shaking your head, your tears spilling over Billy's bloodstained vest, "There - has to be a way!" You cry and suddenly feel yourself being dragged away from Billy's body by Max. She collapses onto your lap and hugs you tightly... the girl that had cut you the least amount of slack since you’d joined the friend group. You bow your head and wrap your arms around her, sobbing in each other's arms.

You can’t let go of each other after that, you both limp out of the mall and you let her lean onto you until you are made to go your separate ways by a group of firefighters. You’re now stood alone, watching all of your friends reuniting with their families, searching for your mom or Rebecca, who are nowhere to be seen. Your eyes set themselves on Eleven, who is stood alone too, searching for Hopper.

You do your best to ignore the pain and blood flowing out of your wrist by holding your other hand over the cut.

You take one last look at the mall - the neon light of the Starcourt Mall sign, the orange smoke from the fire inside merging into the sky... it looks like a nightmare, but it is real. You take one shaky breath before collapsing onto the wet concrete.

You see yourself from a third person perspective. You are levitating and being held up like Billy had been by that monster.

You are face to face with it again, only you are in Billy's exact place - it's features even scarier than the real thing. It seems to be angry with you - it wants you, but before you can scream for help from Max, anybody - a tentacle of smoke flies towards you, holding your wrist and disappearing into the cut that had been made by the flesh of the Mind Flayer before. You scream in pain as you feel nothing but it coursing through your body, and then as if to shut you up, this Mind Flayer made up of smoke sends another tentacle to your mouth.

Your arms uncontrollably fight to get away, but you feel yourself being held down. "Control her - hold her down!"

You see a bright light directly above you, at first you think you are slipping into death… then you see blurred faces with blue rubber hats and masks in nurses uniforms, they shine a torch at your eyes which snap you back to your senses and makes you blink profusely.

“We’re not sure, Ms - but we can confirm that she attempted suicide in the mall.”

"Is - is she awake?!" You hear your mom's panicked voice. She appears in your eye line, standing over you like the doctor's are.

"Your daughter has lost a lot of blood but we've got the bleeding under control," One of the doctor's above you speaks. You can’t move - they must've sedated you, "Sit down."

"No - I will not sit down - you don't understand - I have a missing daughter out there!" Your mom scolds the doctors and points out of the window in the hospital room. Rebecca is missing? Your eyes widen and the doctor's notice because they finally turn the torch off and are writing something down on the clipboard at the foot of the bed you’re tucked into.

"You have to stay, Ms - your daughter here is regaining consciousness, we may need you to ease her when she's able to talk - we can call the authorities for you about your other daughter," the doctor explains and your mom looks less than content about being advised to stay - she purses her lips, wanting to argue, "I'll get someone to call."

The doctor leaves and you and your mom are left alone in the room. Your eyes are the only things that can move, you have slight control over your wounded wrist which twitches, making the machine beside your bed beep. The sudden sound attracts the attention of your mom, she notices that you’re looking at her and walks towards your bed - you expect her, for once, to be relieved that you’re with her, and alive.

"Do you see what you've done to me?! What you've done to this family?!" She scolds you, towering over the bed so that you can see nothing but her disappointed and distressed face, she looks dishevelled, her hair messy and damp, her eyes are surrounded by dark rings from not sleeping, "Becky went out looking for you days ago - since your shift at Starcourt and hasn't come back," she sobs angrily and you manage to open your mouth, making a strained noise, "She - went to that trailer park - to see if you were there and she hasn't called - neither has your father," she spits out each word so harshly and so quickly that you can hardly keep up, her tears falling onto your face, "My Becky," she sobs.

What if the dream I had earlier was true?

If it was, you already knew that Rebecca was most likely flayed, like Billy and Heather - Mr and Mrs Holloway and Mrs Driscoll. And what about dad? The thought of your dream being true, your eyes turn glossy and tears start to form in the corner of your eyes. Strained noises leave your mouth, they can’t just burst out because you don’t have the physical strength.

"It's all your fault," your mom sobs, pointing her finger at you, nothing but hatred in her eyes when she looks at you... she is right, it is. If you didn't already feel aching guilt before, you definitely feel it now, especially since there had been this underlying adrenaline you felt during this entire experience... after being locked in your bedroom for a month and being confined by your mom's strict rules.

It was terrible, it was scary, but you also felt free in a situation that led to so many people's deaths... including those close to you, those you love.

Your wrist starts to throb from from under your skin as you hear a gravelly, sinister voice in your head while yours flutter shut: 'They're dead and it's all your fault, little miss thief'.

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝���𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐨𝐫 ’𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

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𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

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[cavedwellermusic]

A Brief History of Doom Metal

Four our latest Monster Riff republication, Patrick Schober takes a deep dive in to the history of one of metal's most widely enjoyed and influential genres, doom metal. He looks at the progression and expansion of the genre from 1970 to today, examining everything from Blue Cheer, Black Sabbath and Saint Vitus, to Candlemass, SLEEP, Electric Wizard, My Dying Bride, YOB and more. So if you want something heavy to listen to today why not explore this brief history lesson.

[eddienbird]

Forget About It

Summary: You tell Eddie about your annoying day at work and he tries his best to cheer you up.

Warnings/Tags: Drinking/Smoking|Fingering|Forced Orgasms|Praise Kink|Female!Reader|

A/N: This is a nsfw one shot based off my fanfic “Eddie & Bird” Minors please DNI.

Thank you so much for the love on my last oneshot! Hoping to make lots more for you guys

___

“Hey! Welcome home, Sweetheart!” Eddie cheered as you walked through the door. He was sprawled out on the couch with his left leg hanging off of it. He wore his favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt with a pair of blue plaid boxers. His hair was tied up in your pink scrunchie and he held a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You locked the door behind you and dropped your bag and coat in front of it.

“Hi Eds,” You answered unenthusiastically. You dropped your shoulders and rolled your head around your neck.

“Come here, Babe,” He ordered as his face fell. You walked over to him and plopped into the space he left between his legs. You grabbed his glass and took a big sip before you grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and lit it. “Long day? Tell me about it” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He fit his face into your neck and gave your cheek a couple pecks.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had, Eddie. We had this absolute nightmare of a customer that screamed at me over the phone for the last three hours of work,” You grunt before exhaling smoke.

“I’m sorry Babygirl. People can be such shitheads,” Eddie said before taking a drag of the cigarette still lit in your hand.

“It’s whatever, Babe. I just want to forget about it,” You huffed, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. He started kissing your jaw in response, squeezing you a bit tighter.

“I agree, let me help you forget,” He chuckled. Eddie’s hands traveled from your stomach to the top of your thighs, toying with the bottom of your dress. Your eyes were glued to his silver rings and thick fingers on your legs. “Will you let me help?” Your eyes shot to his. You loved how you would get lost in his puppy dog eyes every time he gave you that look. You nodded at him, biting your lip. “What was that?” He grabbed onto your thighs, parting them to be against his.

“Yes Eddie,” You said all giddy.

“Good girl,” He smirked back, sliding up your dress to your hips.

You threw your head back onto his shoulder, getting a good view of what his hands were doing to you. Your breathing accelerated as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You let out a whine as he got dangerously close to the fabric of your white silk panties. 

“These are so sexy on you… are they new?” Eddie hummed into your neck.

“Mhm,” You nodded again. You gasped as he placed his two middle fingers on top of the fabric, swirling them slowly. He smirked when he started to feel a wet spot starting to form. You reached back to his thighs, digging your nails into them as you felt lust take over you.

“That’s it Baby. You like that?” A hand snaked around your throat while the other slipped inside your underwear. Eddie let out a chuckle as he felt your wetness. “God girl, you’re fucking soaking,”

“Eddie… please… I need more,” You whispered.

“My greedy lil girl. Take these off,” He ordered and you happily followed. Eddie brought his hand to your mouth. “Spit,” You smirked before slowly licking up his two fingers. Eddie licked his lips as he watched you sucked them. You know he loved when you did that. When your mouth released his hand, he took the hand over your throat to spread you open, and the other to press into your clit.

“Fuck Eds,” You let out a high pitched moan. His hand was sloppily going over it again and again. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm.

“I wanna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget where you work,” He said as he plunged his two fingers inside you. You yelped feeling his cold hand against your warm sex. You grinded against it, feeling his rings travel over your clit with each movement. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. You squeezed his arm with your thighs as you released onto his fingers. Your body went limp against him, feeling his cock grow hard on your back.

“Mmm thanks Baby,” You cooed before kissing Eddie’s cheek. You were about to get to the bathroom and clean up when he forced your hips back down to the couch. “Eddie what the hell?” You hissed.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” He let out an evil laugh before sitting you on top of his waist. He forcefully threw each of your legs on the outside of his, spreading you out even wider than before.

“Eddie nooo… I’m too sensitive,” You whined again.

“Hm, that’s funny… cuz I’m not fucking done with you yet,” He bit your earlobe lightly before beginning to rub your clit again. You attempted to close your legs but would just kick them back open. “Cum four more times, then I’ll let you go. I want you count them as you go,”

“One!” You screamed out before he even finished speaking his wishes.

“Good girl, keep going,” Your stomach felt warm and sweat started to drip from your forehead.

“Hmm… Two!” You felt Eddie’s long tongue swipe across the sweat on the back of your neck. You were shaking violently as Eddie buried his fingers into you again.

“C’mon Baby, you can do it,”

“Three! Eddie I-I can’t,” Happy tears streamed down your face. You had no idea you could do any of this.

“Yes you can…” He said between kisses over your shoulders.

“FOUR!” You let out the loudest moan that’s ever escaped your lips. Eddie dropped his hands off you. He picked you up and laid you down beside him. Your legs were still violently shaking and your breathing was erratic. He chuckled as he kissed up your legs, making you squirm in response.

“Alright, now that that’s done, I’ll make us some dinner,” He flexed his arms.

“Eddie please wash your hands first,” You complained, still not able to move from your position.

“I gotcha,” Eddie winked at you before licking up his fingers.

“So fucking gross,” You hung your head.

[ijumpbridges]

ELIAS AND C.BRIDGES CHRISTMAS AT THE DAHOLY HOLY NIGHTMARE PARTY.

*Elias is nervous, because he took the C.Bridges out of Secret Santa.

*He was wearing a dark blue suit and black blouse and formal sabbath.

*C.Bridges was wearing a light green suit with a black blouse and neon green shoes, he loves attracting attention and everyone looks at C.Bridges in awe.

*Elias calls out to the corner of the party because he is nervous about giving his gift in public.

*Bridges follows him and notices that the boy is very nervous and tries to calm him down by imitating the British accent that made Elias laugh, imitations were strong with Bridges, if he sees someone he loves sad he tries to cheer them up.

*Elias gives the gift to Bridges, who, excited, carefully opens the gift and carefully folds the gift paper to the side.

*It was a pink vaper with a Hello Kitty print.

*He starts to cry and hug Elijah, who even turns red as pepper.

*Bridges walks away and thanks Elias with a kiss on the cheek.

*Elias is happy with the kiss and puts his hand on his face, which is as red as pepper.

*Bridges is happy, this made him more handsome and Elias was even more admired by him.

Bridges is pulling the craziest swag for that christmas party 😭

—

At the end of the Christmas party Elias took a picture of Bridges and his Hello Kitty vape

Bridges poses with his hand covering his mouth in laughter making a close up to the camera showing his new vape and he posted it on instagram getting a lot of likes.

He didn’t smoke it still with the idea of quitting for protesting but thanked Elias a lot for it and they went both dancing, Bridges taught Elias how to dance Bachata and they went on and dance together.

While Bridges made Elias spin a lot and after he stop Bridges shoved a box towards him, to which he bragged. It was a present from him, Elias looked at him excitedly and then at the present. They walked out of the dancing floor for Elias to open his present.

Elias had received three book from the lord of the rings, he had been wanting them for a long time, he was very excited and he ran to Bridges and hugged him and they both spin excitedly. They once again went out to dance together for the rest of the night.

[irondad-defensesquad]

I saw your eyes (and it made me cry)

(Also on AO3!)

As of late, Peter notices that Tony has been changing the playlist in the workshop. Instead of the usual Black Sabbath or AC/DC, Ramones and 80s songs start coming from the speakers. It almost feels like it’s Tony’s way of saying that this workshop isn’t just his. It’s also Peter’s. Even though the latter rejected living here full-time, Tony insists that the Compound is still his home.

So, Peter is fixing his suit on his own while Tony focuses on his projects. DUM-E helps the teenager by grabbing the tools he needs. Peter really likes the bot, and he can tell Tony does, too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

The workshop is peaceful and alive, and he doesn’t feel alone.

Then, a rather familiar song begins.

Peter doesn’t give it much attention, focusing on the Spider-Man suit.

Until…

I saw your eyes

And you made me smile

And for a little while

I was falling in love

Rather and red and blue, he sees… pink.

A beautiful girl dancing in an equally beautiful pink dress, ready to have the night of her life. Only for Peter to take away her smile.

I’ve gotta go.

I-I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this.

He made her cry.

I saw your eyes (I saw your eyes, I saw your eyes)

And you made me cry (Made me cry, made me cry)

And for a little while (Little while, little while)

I was falling in love

…

“OW!”

“Peter?” Tony calls from somewhere, immediately rushing to him. “Are you okay?”

As it turns out, Peter just got shocked. Literally. The boy sees that his finger is just slightly red. Nothing too serious. Even if Tony stares at it with panic.

“I-It’s fine, Mr. Stark. It doesn’t hurt that much,” Peter dismisses. “It’ll heal soon.”

Tony doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t really fight him on it, the more he analyzes Peter’s finger.

The man sighs, “Just be more careful, alright?”

“Yeah.” Peter bites his lip. “C-Could you- change the song, please?”

Obviously, he can’t hide his nervousness, like the pathetic kid he is. You’re terrible at keeping secrets, the same ghost in the pink dress reminds him.

His mentor, once again, doesn’t question it.

“FRI, skip song,” Tony says to the ceiling.

Soon enough, the romantic song is replaced by Ramones, which usually cheers him up, but Peter just can’t take the crying, heartbroken girl off his head.

“You wanna take a break?” Tony suggests, putting a hand on Peter’s back.

The teen wishes he could go back to the suit, to this little safe place. Yet he knows the man can read him like an open book, and Peter would probably not be able to focus again.

Gulping, yet relaxing at Tony’s gentle touch, Peter nods in silence. He leaves his tools on the counter, along with the suit, and lets Tony guide him outside of the workshop, until he’s sitting on a couch. Tony seems to briefly leave him alone to grab something at the kitchen, which is confirmed by the glass of water in front of Peter. He gladly takes it with his non-burning hand.

The billionaire stands on his feet with arms crossed, watching him attentively. It’s kind of unnerving, but Peter doesn’t blame him for feeling concerned.

“You look like you got your heart broken,” Tony observes.

Peter shakes his head.

“... it’s the other way around, actually.”

Tony waits, ready to listen. Peter is unsure if he should talk about this particular topic with his hero. He hasn’t even commented on it with Ned after everything was solved.

The fifteen-year-old takes a deep breath, staring at the water.

“There was… this girl, Liz,” Peter begins. “I really liked her. But I hurt her.”

From the corner of his eye, he can tell Tony’s frown softens.

“I kept… disappearing on her because of Spider-Man.” Peter doesn’t want to go too deep in detail here because this is from when he was lying to Tony and doing things behind his back, and the last thing he wants is to make Tony hate him, too. “But she never really got mad at me. She was really nice and patient… I think she liked me, too. When I invited her to Homecoming, she said yes.”

You’re the smartest guy I know.

She was so wrong.

“I didn’t want to leave Liz again. I wanted to spend more time with her,” Peter continues. “But…”

Liz is staring at him, dumbfounded. Betrayed.

“Her dad…” Peter could very well crack the glass in his hand. “He was the Vulture this whole time.”

The silence suddenly becomes heavy, and when he realizes, someone is joining him on the couch, wide dark eyes staring at him.

“I had to leave, or else he would steal the plane. I didn’t have a choice,” Peter says as if he’s being threatened with a gun again. Yet Tony would be the last person to do that to him. “And when I saw Liz again, she was moving away. I was never going to see her again.”

He feels like crying. He’s had nightmares about the Vulture, about the building falling on him. But right now, neither of these things are as haunting as breaking Liz’s heart.

“I… I ruined her life,” Peter admits. “I didn’t mean to, but I did. Now she’s far away from her friends, and her dad is in jail because of me.” He dries his nose with his sleeve. “I remember wanting to tell her I was Spider-Man, but now I just wonder… would she hate me if she knew who I was?”

Peter puts the glass on the center table before he breaks it.

Tony seems to process all the information he received, as he doesn’t say anything for a while. Peter has to hide his eyes before they release any real tears. He wouldn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of his mentor.

Noticing that, Tony is sitting closer to him, rubbing Peter’s back again.

“Kid,” the former says, “I can’t answer for Liz, obviously. I don’t know what her reaction would be. But hear me out, you did the right thing.”

Peter knows he did. But he also kind of hates himself for it, too. He hates that he made Liz cry.

“I wanted to do right by her, but I can’t,” he sniffs. “She’s gone and it’s my fault.”

“Pete, look at me.”

He doesn’t want to be seen like this.

“Look at me,” Tony repeats, quieter.

Peter does as he’s told, facing the least judgmental person in the world. A person whose face is burdened by long-term guilt and self-hatred, and loneliness.

“That Vulture guy is the one to blame. He ruined his daughter’s life. Not you,” Tony tells him. “You saved her, you saved so many people. I know you couldn’t save your relationship with her, and I know it sucks that you couldn’t have fun with her at Homecoming. But again, that is her father’s fault, not yours. You did the best you could.”

Peter listens all the way, in the meantime remembering his first conversation with his hero. Tony looked so tired, and he still does now. But Peter can see the acceptance slowly growing in his eyes. He can see Tony’s willingness to reach out to someone. Thus, he’s also telling Peter that it’s okay to be vulnerable around others. That it’s okay to be vulnerable around Tony.

Peter’s energies have been drained out, as he can’t help but lie against Tony. He expects the latter to deflect or tense at the approach… but if anything, he appears to relax.

“... I just miss her,” Peter whispers.

Not a single soul knows about this.

Everyone thinks Peter has moved on from Liz. He’s happy with Ned and MJ. He’s happy with Tony. He knows he’s not alone. But nothing is the same without Liz. Peter even imagines how things would be if she were still around. Maybe happy things would happen. But that’s not how life works, right?

Likely sensing those thoughts, Tony wraps his arms around Peter, hugging him close. Accepting all of his mistakes, regrets, secrets. He doesn’t say any of that, but he doesn’t have to.

Peter doesn’t return the hug, just buries himself in Tony’s chest, crying silently, not wanting to be seen. Other than that, everything is quiet. No music is playing. Peter’s sniffs are muffled and barely audible, and only he can hear Tony’s solid heartbeats. A heart that holds so much love for people, Peter included.

The teen is able to breathe again.

He’s able to close his eyes and face Liz crying. This time, he doesn’t avoid her.

He… hugs her, too.

He tells her he’s sorry, again. But this time with a lot more meaning behind it.

Then Liz lets go and walks away.

Peter doesn’t know what she feels.

The song fades away with her.

He cries harder.

It hurts so much.

…

And that’s okay.

It’s okay to miss her.

It’s okay.

Peter stays in Tony’s arms for a long, long time.

He pulls away once he’s ready to face the real world – Liz’s absence – again. Tony is smoothing his brown curls, not minding the fact Peter probably looks like a crying mess right now.

“You don’t have her number, do you?” Tony wonders.

Peter shakes his head. “Well, I used to, but I think she changed it after moving.”

Tony hums. “I could get it for you.”

Peter snorts. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Hmm, yeah, you’re probably right.”

The boy’s small expression of joy fades, succumbing to exhaustion.

“What do you want to do now?” Tony asks him. “Maybe we could… watch a movie or order something to eat? Something you really like?”

Peter considers it, but… he’s simply not up to it.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark… but I think I’m going to my room.”

“Oh, okay.”

He stands up and goes to his bedroom, Tony following him. Peter removes his shoes, then lies down, noticing that his mentor hasn’t left yet. He doesn’t seem to want to leave Peter alone. It’s kind of cute.

“You’re gonna be okay on your own?” Tony wonders.

“Yeah. I think I just need a nap.”

The man nods and enters the room, kneeling down to Peter’s level. He makes sure to properly tuck him in, then he caresses the boy’s cheek with his thumb. Tony’s hand is calloused but careful. So much warmth within it.

“Just call me if you need me, okay?” Tony insists. “Or just let F.R.I.D.A.Y know.”

“Yeah, okay.” Peter smiles, “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Of course, kiddo.”

Tony leaves the same glass of water by the bedside table before he walks away. Once he closes the door, Peter sighs. The pain is still clearly inside him, and he can’t make things right. At the same time, he’s glad he got to show it to someone else and be reassured that it’s okay to feel it. He doesn’t feel as haunted by this guilt as before.

He lets his bed claim him, drifting away to a peaceful sleep.

[eddieandbird]

Forget About It

Summary: You tell Eddie about your annoying day at work and he tries his best to cheer you up.

Warnings/Tags: Smut|Drinking/Smoking|Fingering|ForcedOrgasms|PraiseKink|Female!Reader|

A/N: Reposted from my old account [edited and extended] -Bird

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“Hey! Welcome home, Sweetheart!” Eddie cheered as you walked through the door. He was sprawled out on the couch with his left leg hanging off of it. He wore his favorite Black Sabbath T-shirt with a pair of blue plaid boxers. His hair was tied up in your pink scrunchie and he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. You locked the door behind you and dropped your bag and coat in front of it.

“Hi Baby,” You answered unenthusiastically. You dropped your shoulders and rolled your head around your neck.

“Come here, Babe,” He ordered as his face fell. You walked over to him and plopped into the space he left between his legs. You grabbed his glass and took a big sip before you grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray on the coffee table and lit it. “Long day? Tell me about it” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. He fit his face into your neck and gave your cheek a couple pecks.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had, Eddie. We had this absolute nightmare of a customer that screamed at me over the phone for the last three hours of work,” You grunt before exhaling smoke.

“I’m sorry Babygirl. People can be such shitheads,” Eddie said before taking a drag of the cigarette still lit in your hand. You put it back down into the ashtray before pulling him into a kiss.

“It’s whatever Eddie. I just want to forget about it,” You huffed, grabbing the remote to turn the television on. He started kissing your jaw in response, squeezing you a bit tighter. His lips warmed up the skin on your neck that was chilled from the autumn air outside. Your mouth slowly hung open from the feeling.

“I agree… Let me help you forget, Baby,” He chuckled as his hands traveled from your stomach to the top of your thighs, toying with the bottom of your dress. Your eyes were glued to his silver rings and thick fingers squeezing legs. “Will you let me help?” Your eyes shot to his. You loved how you would get lost in his puppy dog eyes every time he gave you that look. You nodded at him, biting your lip. “What was that?” He grabbed onto your thighs, parting them to be against his. He smirked watching goosebumps form on the tops of your thighs.

“Yes Eddie,” You said all giddy, your heart racing.

“Good girl,” He smirked back, sliding up your dress to your hips. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, getting a good view of what his hands were doing to you. Your breathing accelerated as he slowly dragged his fingers up and down your inner thigh. You let out a whine as he got dangerously close to the fabric of your white silk panties. 

“These are so sexy on you… are they new?” Eddie hummed into your neck.

“Mhm,” You nodded again. You gasped as he placed his two middle fingers on top of the fabric, swirling them slowly. He gave a low gasp when he started to feel a wet spot starting to form. You reached back to his thighs, digging your nails into them as you felt lust take over you.

“That’s it Baby. You like that?” A hand snaked around your throat while the other slipped inside your underwear. His grip around your neck was accompanied by a lick along your jawline. Eddie let out a chuckle as he felt your wetness. “God girl… you’re fucking soaking,”

“Eddie… please… I need more,” You whispered.

“My greedy lil girl. Take these off,” He ordered and you happily followed, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and bringing them off your legs. Eddie brought his hand to your mouth. “Spit,” You smirked before spitting and slowly licking up his two fingers. Eddie licked his lips as he watched you sucked them. He enthusiastically started to pump his fingers in and out of your mouth. When your lips released his hand, he took the hand over your throat to spread you open, and the other to press into your clit.

“Fuck Eddie,” You let out a high pitched moan. His hand was sloppily going over it again and again. Your hips bucked to match his rhythm.

“I wanna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget where you work. Shit, you might even forget my name,” He chuckled as he plunged his two fingers inside you. You yelped feeling his cold hand against your warm sex. You grinded against it, feeling his rings travel over your clit with each movement. Your eyes rolled back and moans were continuously escaping your lips. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. You squeezed his arm with your thighs as you released onto his fingers. Your body went limp against him, feeling his cock grow hard on your back.

“Mmm thanks Baby,” You cooed before kissing Eddie’s cheek. You were about to get to the bathroom and clean up when he forced your hips back down to the couch. “Eddie what the hell?” You hissed.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet,” He let out an evil laugh before sitting you on top of his waist. He forcefully threw each of your legs on the outside of his, spreading you out even wider than before.

“Eddie nooo… I’m too sensitive,” You whined again.

“Hm, that’s funny… cuz I’m not fucking done with you yet,” He bit your earlobe lightly before beginning to rub your clit again. You attempted to close your legs but Eddie kicked them back open. “Cum four more times, then I’ll let you go. I want you to count them as you go,” He demanded.

“One!” You screamed out before he even finished speaking his wishes. You felt frantic, digging your nails into his veiny arm.

“Good girl, keep going,” Your stomach felt warm and sweat started to drip from your forehead. 

“Hmm… Two!” You felt Eddie’s long tongue swipe across the sweat on the back of your neck. You were shaking violently as he buried his fingers into you again, pumping away even faster this time.

“C’mon Baby, you can do it,” He teased, giving a couple of strong smacks on your inner thighs, before returning to your pussy.

“Three! Eddie I-I can’t,” Happy tears streamed down your face. You had no idea you could do any of this. Your legs were impossibly stretched out and Eddie didn’t stop his furious pace for anything.

“Yes you can…” He said between kisses and bites over your shoulders.

“FOUR!” You let out the loudest moan that’s ever come out of your lungs. Eddie dropped his hands off you. He picked you up and laid you down beside him. Your legs were still violently shaking and your breathing was erratic. He chuckled as he kissed up your legs, making you squirm in response.

“Alright, now that that’s done, I’ll make us some dinner,” He flexed his arms into a stretch, feigning tiredness. He gave you a proud smirk and blew a kiss.

“Eddie please wash your hands first,” You complained, still not able to move from your position. You felt as if you were sinking into the couch as you recovered from your orgasms.

“I gotcha,” Eddie winked at you before licking up and down his fingers. Your eyes widened as you saw his tongue swirl over his silver rings.

“So fucking gross,” You hung your head, trying not to show Eddie how turned you were. 

[nematanthus]

CD Collection Upate (March 12 2024)

Master of reality- Black Sabbath (1971)

Back in Black- ACDC (1980)

Ride the lightning- Metallica (1984)

Master of puppets- Metallica (1986)

...And justice for all- Metallica (1988)

Violator- Depeche Mode (1990)

Self Titled (Black Album)- Metallica (1991)

Nevermind- Nirvana (1991)

Kerplunk- Green Day (1992)

Siamese Dream- The Smashing Pumpkins (1993)

Self-titled (Blue album)- Weezer (1994)

Insomniac- Green Day (1995)

Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness- The Smashing Pumpkins (1995)

Nimrod- Green Day (1997)

Self Titled- Slipknot (1999)

Origin of symmetry- Muse (2001)

Hybrid Theory- Linkin Park(2001)

God hates us all- Slayer (2001)

Absolution- Muse(2003)

St. Anger- Metallica (2003)

Three cheers for sweet revenge- My Chemical Romance(2004)

American idiot- Green Day (2004)

Black holes and revelations- Muse (2006)

Sam's town- The Killers (2006)

The Black Parade- My Chemical Romance (2006)

Infinity on high- Fall Out Boy(2007)

Minutes to midnight- Linkin Park (2007)

Brand new eyes- Paramore (2009)

21st century breakdown- Green Day (2009)

The resistance- Muse(2009)

Danger Days: The true lives of the Fabulous Killjoys- My Chemical Romance(2010)

Nightmare- Avenged Sevenfold (2010)

Diamond eyes- Deftones (2010)

What doesn't kill you eventually kills you- Gay For Johnny Depp (2011)

Save Rock and Roll- Fall Out Boy(2013)

Self-titled- Royal blood (2014)

Hesitant alien- Gerard Way (2014)

Drones- Muse (2015)

Blurryface- Twenty One Pilots (2016)

After Laughter- Paramore (2017)

Simulation theory- Muse (2018)

1981- I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME(2018)

Holy hell- Architects (2018)

Amo- Bring Me The Horizon (2019)

Razzmatazz- I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME(2020)

Self-titled- Erra (2021)

Typhoons- Royal Blood (2021)

Eternal Blue- Spiritbox (2021)

Classic symptoms of a broken spirit- Architects (2022)

Meteora 20th Anniversary Edition- Linkin Park(2023)

Back to the water below- Royal Blood (2023)

So Much (For) Stardust- Fall Out Boy (2023)

The Fear of fear- Spiritbox (2023)

Saviors- Green Day (2024)

[hannahhook7744]

Meet Noah Sage Napoleon Bradford Aoratos;

Fc: Jason Simmons.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nicknames: Sunshine boy, Sunflower, Sunshine, flower boy, Ghost boy, ghost prince, Koala boy, Koala, blondie, Sunny, giggles, smiley, Golden Guy, Goldie Locks, Musturd Head, Sun Ray, Yellow Fellow, Honey Head, Sweets, Bloom, Blossom, brother bear, boo boo, Zippy, Small Fries, Shortie, Charming, Minion, Huggie, Homie, Half-pint, Halfling, Dimples, Amigo, Bruddah, Bredrin, Brethren, Bitsy, and Baby Brother.

Sexuality: Unknown at the moment.

Pronouns: He/him.

Birthday: March 20.

Height: 3"2.

Hair Color: Golden blond.

Eye Color: Sky Blue.

Place Of Birth: Mount Olympus.

Hobbies: Playing in Haul's band, hide and seek, dress up, tye dying things, making flower crowns, playing house, running errands, braiding hair, making plants grow, watching cartoons, coloring, singing, dancing, treasure hunting, dressing up his stuffed koala, tea parties, etc.

Likes: Playing the lavta, bouzouki, the Harp, the lyre, and bağlama. Koalas, sunshine, flowers, foral prints, the sun, music, bright colors, tattoos, long hair, tiny furniture, flower suckers, talking plants, bugs, piercings, dress up, plays, stuffed animals, silly bands, slap bands, swimming, etc.

Dislikes: Needles, bullies, being evil, his friends sad or hurt, the dark, people trying to cut his hair, lightning, thunder, and Frollo.

Favorite Musicians: Vampire Weekend, Slipknot, Lizz Robinett, Fall Out Boy, The Offspring, Taylor Swift, Cher, Blink-182, Green Day, Iron Maiden, and Black Sabbath.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Sun-kissed skin, dimples, freckles, and soft features.

Family: Hades (father), Persphone (mother), Mal Fae (paternal half sister), Hadie (twin brother), Treycor Fae Aoratos (paternal half brother), Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (paternal half brother), Darcy Aoratos (parental half sister), Skia (full sister), Hercules (paternal cousin), Meg (paternal cousin by marriage), Herkie (first cousin once removed), Ariel (first cousin once removed), Urusla (first cousin once removed), Uma (second cousin), etc.

Honorary Family: Fiona Foundling and Hannah Hook.

Friends: The Stormbringer crew.

Pets: Cerberus.

Love Interest: Fiona Foundling (Future).

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Ambivert.

Occupation: Student at Dragon Hall and Junior/cabin boy of Hannah Hook's crew.

Extracurriculars: Gardening club, art club, Piracy, Ballet, band, and drama.

Favorite Animal: Koala.

Favorite Color: Pink.

Favorite Book: 'The Koala who could' by Rachel Bright.

Favorite Food: Sunflower seeds, fruits, veggies, and anything koala/flower shaped.

Favorite Drink: Pomegranate juice.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: The Wild Kratz and The Lorax.

Favorite Class: Artists and Thieves.

Background: Youngest son of Persphone and Hades, Noah Aoratos was born on Mount Olympus and was raised on the isle until the barrier came down when he was 10. He's Hannah's cabin boy and Fiona Foundling's future true love. He's also probably the most adorable, most sweetest person on the isle.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"You are my Sunshine " by Christina Perri.

"Pocket full of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingfield.

"Happy" by Pharrell Williams.

"Wagon Wheel" by Darius Rucker.

"The Kids Aren’t Alright" by Fall Out Boy.

"Thanks for the memories" by Fall Out Boy.

"Thunder" by Imagine Dragons.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc yet again. Made to cheer @cleverqueenchild up. This one is for @cleverqueenchild .

[einsteinsugly]

Steven James Hyde (born November 28, 1959), an '80s Man...

"Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." -John Bender, The Breakfast Club

*****

Welcomed, to the Forman and Barnett Family:

Jacqueline "Jackie" Hyde (nee Burkhart) (wife, May 1982-present)

Rebecca "Becca" Hyde (daughter, with Jackie, born December 5, 1985)

James Hyde (son, with Jackie, born October 22, 1987)

William "WB" Barnett (still his dad)

Angela "Angie" Barnett (still his sister)

William "Will" Clark (nephew)

Reginald "Red" and Katherine "Kitty" Forman (adopted parents, since April 1982)

Eric Forman (adopted brother)

Donna Pinciotti-Forman (nee Pinciotti) (adopted sister-in-law)

Elizabeth "Betsy" Kelso, Katherine "Kate" Forman, and Cecilia Acosta (goddaughters [adopted niece; for Kate], with Jackie)

Alexander "Alex" Forman (upcoming adopted nephew [*cough* niece *cough*])

Adrian Forman (adopted nephew), Hannah Kelso and Ashley Tate (basically his nieces)

Location(s):

Point Place, Wisconsin (January-March 1980)

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (March 1980-September 1989)

Chicago, Illinois (September 1989-present)

Occupation(s):

Owner and manager of the Point Place Grooves (January-March 1980), owner and manager of the West Milwaukee Grooves (March 1980-September 1989), owner and manager of the Rogers Park and Hyde Park Grooves (September 1989-present)

Interests:

Hobbies: Music, music, music. Learning how to play guitar. Hanging out with the wife and kids. Playing some chess. The occasional beer or joint, the occasional party or circle. The guys watched The Brave Little Toaster when they were high as fuck once. Because the creators had to be high, man, to write a whole fuckin' movie (based on a book, apparently) about talking appliances.

Movies: Stand by Me, Rain Man, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Heathers, The Breakfast Club. He watches the last two with Jackie, and the National Lampoon stuff with Forman and Donna, usually.

TV: Little House on the Prairie. Forman and Donna rope him into watching Cheers and The Wonder Years sometimes. Most 80s sitcoms suck, though. It's all super G rated, nuclear family crap. He only likes that stuff in real life, not idolized on some half-assed TV set.

Music: Lots of the old stuff. Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, The Who, The Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, Black Sabbath. Some Santana and Steely Dan, if he's in a good mood. He listens to some new releases from AC/DC, Queen, Blue Oyster Cult, Springsteen, and other holdovers from the 70s.

But ever since Bonham and Lennon died, music hasn't been the same. Hair metal sucks (fuck Twisted Sister, Poison, Motley Crue, and Def Leppard), and so does the soft rock crap Forman calls rock (it's barely rock music, catered to the masses), so only a few popular 80s bands pique his interest. Mainly, Metallica, Iron Maiden, and Guns 'N Roses. Bon Jovi's all right, but that's more of Forman and Donna's thing.

By the end of the decade, though, the alternative and grunge scene's where it's at. Nirvana, Soundgarden, Red Hot Chili Peppers. A bunch of other underground stuff, which he's more than willing to support. With his hard-earned, cold-hard cash.

Extra Note: Orwell's dystopia gets closer and closer to comin' true, all the fuckin' time...

[tilde44]

@justmakesuresheeatsthemouse tagged me but i have no playlisty thingy so here are ten random items from my discogs collection.  i’m old.  fuck playlists.

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person  by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and List the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

1. Lull - Cold Summer CD (Sentrax/1994)

2. Mazzy Star - She Hangs Brightly CD (Capitol/1991)

3. Emaciator - Reluctant CS (Jugular Forest/2008)

4. Laibach - Occupied Europe Tour 1994-95 CD/VHS Boxset (Mute/1996)

5. Blue Sabbath Black Cheer / SIXES - Split tape (Gnarled Forest/2009)

6. Come - I’m Jack LP (Christoph Heemann bootleg with PK cover/19??)

7. m2 (squaremeter) - The Frozen Spark CD (Ant-Zen/2005)

8. Nile - Annihilation of the Wicked CD (Relapse/2005)

9. Kristoffer Nyström’s Orkester - brakeHEAD CD (Malignant/2006)

10. Muslimgauze - In Search of Ahmad Shah Masood CD (Nexsound/2003)

i tag no one.

[goldenlilium-ocs]

Caddie Headcanons

- While Eddie has his guitar pick necklace in red, he gives one to Cam in blue

- Eddie and cats have never gotten along but Cam desperately wants a kitten

- Eddie gives Cam a Hellfire Club signet ring as an early graduation present. It’s a tradition he does for all graduating club members

- Eddie loves metal and Cam is more of a rock & roll girl - meaning fighting over wether it’s Eddie’s turn to play Black Sabbath or Cam’s turn to blast Joan Jett

- Cam inviting Eddie to dinner at her place just to piss off her parents

- Eddie being late to Corroded Coffin practice once and walks into Gareth’s garage seeing that Cam has roped them into playing ABBA with her

- Cam occasionally performing with the band for special events or during sound check at The Hideout

- Cam makes friends with the bar staff at The Hideout because she’s there every Tuesday supporting Eddie

- Good girl Cam having a crush on Eddie since day one

- Eddie constantly trying to get Cam to wear her old cheer uniform for him so she gets a hold of a varsity jacket for him to wear. Green suits him.

- Eddie knowing about her mother so always having snacks hidden in his van and pockets for Cam

- Cam calling him Edward when she’s annoyed

- Eddie fully believing that former Hawkins Princess Camilla Cunningham is too cool for him

- Eddie trying to explain DnD. “No, you cannot seduce Vecna.”

- Making out in the back of the van in the church parking lot

- Cam being traumatised after finding the heavy metal comic under his bed

- “I just think the handcuff belt is a little impractical. What if you really gotta pee and you can’t get it open?”

[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (1)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the Girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS !! : Best friends to possible lovers, love triangle, mature themes, cringey jokes and fights, Wooin possible yandere behavior, angst kinda, Y/n rejection phobia (AGAIN, IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ) and this isn't edited.

Your ears were deafening the screams and cheers of the people surrounding the chained ring, uninterested, you sat on a couch that was placed a bit far, some feet away from the huge bar that also collected some buyers.

They were betting again.

The screen of your phone reflected in your eyes – you were playing your game peacefully, ignoring whoever was getting punched or who was punching.

The person next to you, your childhood best friend, who was also the one who convinced you to join the 'Sabbath crew' had his legs wide open, scaring any boy who wanted to make a small talk with you with those snake-like eyes of his, sucking on a lemon flavored lollipop.

"I know exactly you're not playing Roblox right now, are you?"

"...no, I'm not."

Wooin raised an eyebrow at you, scooting closer to look at the screen, scoffing when you quickly backed away, hiding your phone from exposure.

"You're playing Royale high!?"

"So what?! You wanna play with me or what? The only reason why I'm here is to wait for Joker."

The boy with piercings crossed rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you towards his body.

You tsked when hearing the loud announcers voice boom in your ears, a ringing beating in your ears after a victory tune played off.

„Flawless knockout!! What else did we expect from The JOKER”

"Can he like hurry up??"

"He can't, he's a turtle."

"He's faster than you??"

"No??"

"Yes??"

Putting a leg over the other, you leaned your head back, regretting that decision immediately when the lights of the ceiling blinded you.

"I'm here."

"Thank god! I was losing braincells with this dude."

Wooin flinched at your sudden outburst, oh, Joker was already here, he was grinning, until he realized what you just said.

"Wow! What an amazing friend you are, Y/n."

A vein popped on his forehead as you turned around to look at your best friend, almost cracking your neck up at him.

He had baby blue colored hair, a scar running down from his bottom lip to his jaw and a tattoo under his eye, right, you loved getting lost in them for hours.

"Don't come here again, its too dangerous for you."

Joker took your chin between his thumb and index finger when you looked away, you were used to it, but it still made your heart skip a beat, panicking.

"But I wanted to see you."

"Don't I always visit you after?"

"..."

Wooins existence was completely ignored and he hated that, pinching your waist to make you turn your attention back on him–only to be met with a harsh slap on his shoulder.

It wasn't very effective but it made him laugh.

"Whatever, let's go before I pinch your ass next Y/n."

You were rethinking all of your decisions back then of befriending this motherfucker, seriously, he's so weird. The atmosphere didn't lighten one bit, oh yeah, Joker was still behind you guys, with his expressionless face.

"Are you finished Joker?"

"Maybe not him but I'm about to–"

A death stare made him smirk like crazy, Wooin loved that face of yours, it made him excited.

Why couldn't there be a black hole that just swallows Wooin forever and shuts him up? You are 100% sure that the world would come to its peace if he, for once held his mouth.

You liked Wooin more when he's on mute. Jk

"I'm done. come here Y/n"

"Yessir!"

Wrapping your arm around a more muscular one, Wooins face of jealousy was quickly replaced when you grabbed him by the hand so he tagged along.

୨୧

Joker was munching on his red apple, the juice of the fruit exploding in his oral cavity with each bite he took, his eyes were draped on your figure, gossiping with Wooin in the front seat.

"Damn...she had prove too?"

"I know right?"

He swallowed– startled when you turned your head to look at him, at the fruit in his hand specifically, gasping. "Share some!"

"This was my last."

"Give me a bite."

He held up his tattooed arm, the apple in his hand and you wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist, taking a huge bite out of the red fruit.

Flabbergasted, Jokers lips but no words came out so he finished his snack off.

"Y/n. He allowed a bite. A bite. Half of the apple is gone. Please elaborate."

"Iwm hhgungry."

Wooin sighed, starting the engine of the car so he could go buy something for the three of you. "What do you guys want?"

"I love you so much I could literally smooch you right now. Get me a double Cheese burger and a large milkshake."

"Burgers."

Wow, its the personality switch for Wooin. Whatever, you were allowed to do that. "I expect my kiss." He left the car, getting inside the place.

"Joker."

"Hm?"

The male waited for you to turn around and lock eye contact with him. "You know what im thinking?" he stopped himself from smiling.

"Yeah."

"You drive."

He shook his head and you gave him a big, sad frown. "Let's wait for him to get us the food first, then we can leave without him."

Your face beamed, the boy still held no expression, maybe its the small things that you didnt notice... The way his eyes softened.

His large hand was placed ontop of your head, automatically matching the smirk on your own face. Partners in crime.

"He's back."

You looked in the direction Joker was gesturing to with his a simple glance of his eyes, it was none other than the black haired Wooin, holding plastics bags with one hand and a cup with the other.

"My Milkshake!"

You took it from him as he handed the bags over to the other person in the backseat. You sipped on your drink, moving your legs up and down happily.

"Let me try."

Was this Jokers revenge? You handed him the Milkshake receiving the food you told Wooin to bring you.

"Say aah."

The driver complied and you fed him some fries and Jokers eyes lit up. "Me too, I want fries."

୨୧

You all went to your apartment when tho you had no plan if letting them in, you allowed it just for today. "Touch anything and I'll kill you."

This was meant specifically for Wooin who had a habit of snooping and sniffing around your stuff like a damn dog.

The place wasn't too small or too big, it was perfect. You were met with a corridor that led to your living room where a punch bag sat from the ceiling.

It was for Joker but he set it up in your house because he wanted to teach you how to defend youself.

Joker made his was to the fridge, putting in the rest overs of the food and taking out three red-bulls, giving one to Wooin and the other for you.

"Here."

"Thanks babe"

You blew him a kiss, walking inside your room to change, not noticing the way his eyes lingered on you for too long until you shut the door of your room.

Wooin soon exited the bathroom just as you left your room. "So are you two sleeping over?" One agreed in he speed of light, cutting the other one off.

Guess who was who. "Then go fetch your clothes from my wardrobe, Wooin I'm warning you. Joker, baby, can you help me?"

This wasn't the first time they slept over, they've been doing it since years so you had collected some of their clothes on that journey.

"Oh and, Joker don't forget to text your brothers that you'll be staying here."

He nodded and stood up at your request, entering your room so he could get the mattresses for him and Wooin who was getting their clothes.

"Why didn't you ask me for help?"

"Wooin. You have the build of a 5 year old, you're barely 5'10ft tall."

"Because that length went somewhere else."

You clapped your hands one time. "Alright! Thats enough bullshit for today, see you–" a pillow thrown at your face cut you off.

"Oh now you're getting it you midget."

The pillow was thrown right back at Wooin who caught it while sitting. And it went on like that between you two until you had enough, storming towards him to smash it against his head.

Joker sat on his phone, texting his younger brother–Shutting the device to be met with a scene of Wooin laying on top of you, his head on your chest.

But wooins slender arms wrapped around your torso, tackling you to the ground. "Get off me! You're heavy!!!" You whined, hitting his back with small fists.

"But I thought I was small?"

He was acting so arrogant!! Your legs were kicking up and down beside his body were squashed you to the floor.

A loud scream made the dull Joker purse his lips, you bit Wooin, his hand to be exact and it made him sit up so you took it as a chance to crawl away but fingers wrapped around your ankle.

"No!!! Joker help me!"

A evil giggle left your lips when a strong force almost made your attacker fly, it was just a cushion that hit his face.

You hurried to Jokers embrace from your childhood friend, sitting on top of his lap so his arms naturally wrapped around your body.

Wooins gaze burned blank before he returned his signature feature, his smirk which was awfully forced. "Let's watch a movie!"

The pool of jealousy that he swallowed down started to take action inside him when you didnt move, only turning around, still with Joker, big arms locking locked together beneath your chest.

His fists clenched but he kept his cool, why wouldn't you realize that it bothered him to way you flirted with Joker? Maybe it was taking him time to realize it himself?

Wooin was trying his best with you but you only saw him as a player, it wasn't like this when you two were kids, you loved him back then, attached to him at the hip while peppering him with kisses.

Everything he went through, you stood by side. His fragile heart that was protected by a cage that he build up only beat for you.

"–Wooin?"

No matter how many women tried, he only saw you.

"Wooin!!"

He looked up at you, now realizing that you were standing in front of him. "You wanted to watch a movie, right? Get changed I'll go get some snacks!"

Joker had already changed, when did he even get the chance?

୨୧

School was calling your name, two days had passed since your two friends slept over, the day after that you three hung out at random parks and you just let them doing their own things.

You hated that deal that they were upon, about the race and everything, they were giving out some drops that could increase your ability when racing.

They were just dogs for that white haired weirdo who made them test them on people, you didnt say anything and stood far away when they did.

Sanghoe, he tried to lure threaten you into also giving out these dopes but you didnt listen to single word he said, slamming the door in his face that night.

There was once a time where you spoke to Wooin about it but he wasn't even trying to listen!! So you just cut it out, knowing that his stubborn ass wouldn't take your advice.

Just the thought made you angry, you hated it when someone took a blind eye to something that could be and IS dangerous.

You pat Jays back, he has been stressing ever since Shellys friend from England came to visit her or whatever was going on.

His name was Owen. Most of the girls were swept of their feet when they saw him, you couldn't say he wasn't handsome, because he was.

But he just...wasn't your type.

Shelly stomped in the classroom, running over to your arms. "Y/n please keep me from exploding like a Volcano!!" You smiled weakly, your eyes landing on her friend who entered after her.

Oh. Owen had a big thing for Shelly but she didn't like him, being together with Jay and all but for some reason he never understood that.

You also hated people like him. Was there something fogging their brains or what?

To best honest, you thought they were siblings or twins at first...

୨୧

You had duty to clean up today so you texted Joker that you were gonna go home by yourself but he insisted to pick you up after even though you told him not to.

It was so hot so you untied your tie, opening the first few buttons of your white shirt that was beneath the blazer of the school, the tattoo above your heart peeking out a bit.

You, Wooin and Joker had the same tattoo done at the same day.

Exhausted, you opened the windows so air could refresh the disgusting classroom, cleaning the desks one by one before moving to the board that was whitened up with the chalk.

"Hey"

Your heart almost flew out of its place, you turned to the direction of the sound and there he stood, the Blondie who was head over heels for Shelly.

"What? "

Embarrassed at your accent while speaking English, you continued to wipe the gigantic board, not paying attention to him.

"You're close to Shelly, right? "

"Yeah, why? "

The male looked sorrowful, sitting on one of the desks as he watched your form as you jumped a few times to reach the highest part of the board.

"Just wondering..."

"Wait, can you wipe the top part? "

A figure towered over you, the eraser being taken from your hands as Owen helped you, taking the job because he reached the last part.

"...what does Shelly see in Jay? I'm much more handsome than him! "

He backed away and you seeked for a joking look in his face, but he wasn't. "Your attitude, its good to be confident, but fix it."

Owen looked at you like you just murdered someone. "What's wrong with my attitude?! Its perfect! I'm perfect! "

"Right, then how about you grow some balls and ask her yourself? Can't you see that she's dating him! Obviously she doesn't want you."

You scolded, placed your hands on your hips, glaring up at the male whos gaze was now on your opened shirt, noticing the tattoo.

"Bye."

Was the last thing you said before disappearing, leaving Owen behind. His hand brushed back his air, anger showing on his features.

୨୧

Joker leaned against the wall, waiting for you to get out of the school. The moment you did, he fixed his posture, taking a few steps towards you.

His eyes slid down to your exposed skin, his eyebrows knitting. Joker tugged on the red fabric, pulling you closer so he could work his way to close your shirt, with you wailing.

"No, its too hot..."

A glare was send your way and you put your warm hand over his cold one, showing him that you weren't freezing at all.

"Its cold. Now get on."

Jabbing his thumb in direction of his motorcycle, you took the helmet, wearing it then got on behind Joker, holding onto him.

It was like a needle that landed on your skin, an icy one, followed by many after it and soon it was pouring. The rain didnt stop as the sky got darker, the only source of light being other cars, the motorcycle, some lamps and signs that were discarded for people to reach a shop.

You rested your head on Jokers back, fluttering your lashes shut as you enjoyed the nice breeze, the constant droplets ringing into the music of cars beeping and tires screeching against the road.

You guys came to a stop and you were convincing Joker to come in with you because he could catch the flu by the way both of you were drenched in water.

He gave up eventually, allowing you to drag him inside and listing to your instructions as you told him to take off his clothes at the do step, not wanting to wet the carpet. You took off your uniform, wearing your leggings beneath.

Joker looked away, stealing some glances only to focuses on the floor again as you guided him to your room, leaving the boy at your bed with clothes as you changed in the bathroom, coming back with towels.

"Let me dry your hair."

As the cloth absorbed the rain water from his fluffy hair, the doorbell rang for you to go and open it. "Wooin? get inside, you'll get sick!"

You took the boy in, his hair was sticking against his forehead as hard breathes left his lungs, checking you out under those fogged glasses of his.

Wooins shirt stuck to his body, leaving an imprint of his abs visible for the eye, his gaze was hazy and you shivered at the contact of grasp on your face.

"Get me something to wear, will you?"

You nodded, Joker exiting your room to see a wet Wooin, freeing his body from the now tight shirt as he replaced his friends place in your room.

Wooins muscles flexed as he dried up his own hair, his glasses long discarded on the table next to your bed. "Y/n you're a life saver."

"What did I do?"

"Live close by, that's what. I was about to become a block of ice!!"

Your lips curled up in a smile that had Wooin linger his eyes on, wondering how his heart hasn't just cut through his flesh and seated itself on your palm already.

You were about to walk away but a strong grip kept your place, your childhood friend made you close the gap between your bodies, hugging you as if you would vanish like a ghost the next second.

Fuck...the way you ran your sweet hands through his damp hair made Wooin clench his jaw, why couldn't you be like you were back then?

It hurt him. It was ripping apart the strings that his most important organ was attached on.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you kept stroking his head, two strong arms slithering around your neck made you gasp.

Jokers body heat collided on your back as he hugged you, face buried in your shoulder, blue hairs tickling your face.

You were sandwiched between the two, heart pumping like crazy, there was Wooin who's skin was like snow when touching with yours and Jokers whos was the polar opposite, scorching like a erupted volcano.

Wooin was trapped in a white bubble, a train of thoughts kept him intact of reality. You stopped getting close with him after he started going and 'sleeping' around with girls.

But oh he could swear he never kissed any of them, he was seeing you whenever he went out with someone. They were simply a cheap placement of you to play out his imaginations on, to feel the love that you weren't allowing him to take from you.

He could die, he wanted you to touch him. He was desperate to feel you, but you acted so oblivious to it, it made Wooin angry.

However, Joker kept his feelings to himself, locking them inside his chest, using the concrete wall he built, denying any of the admiration he had for you.

Maybe he was overdoing it, but you saved him, Joker felt free when he was with you. And he prayed that that would last forever.

He tried keeping his cool but you never failed to make butterflies flutter in his chest, your smile made him drown, choking every time you flashed him one.

It was hard for Joker too, trying his best not to just cage you against the wall and decorate you with kisses and marks to prove others that you were his and his only.

You were perfect for him, worrying and reminding him about his brothers, sometimes going over to his to cook for them and help around, even when he didn't ask that from you.

Joker wanted you for himself.

But that wouldn't work. No, he wasn't stupid, he noticed the way Wooin treated you in comparison to all the other girls and boys (even Joker himself got a different treatment) he toyed around with.

The way Wooins cunning personality just withered away, the way he showed his true colors when he was with you.

Joker knew that him and Wooin only felt safe in your arms.

And yours only.

Nobody else could make these two turn into putty in mere seconds other than you.

You want something? The next day it was in front if your door. Someone bothering you? They were dealt with personally. Feeling sad? Two warm hugs + cuddles, snacks and movies on their way.

It wasn't just you who got this treatment, but you returned every action they gave you. Your door was always the only one who was open for them.

Joker and Wooin could always tell you anything without feeling suffocated or regretting it.

You just understood them, and they understood you.

You were like the middle puzzle piece that held them together. The three of you were always matching, no matter what.

Now...It was scary, none of you able to speak about your true intentions.

These two were idiots if they believed that you didnt like them. You didn't what to hurt anyone. There was a decision to be made.

But you didnt want to decide, can't you have them both?

You loved Wooin, not because he's your childhood friend but because of how he treats you like you were worth more than a gem.

He was so gentle with you and you physically and mentally felt it. And Joker of the way he is, caring, always thinking of you.

Joker wasn't the richest and you know that, you didn't even give a fuck about those things but the fact that he tried made you melt.

He looks like he could murder (and would) but he was one of the sweetest people you knew, he didnt show it but his actions did.

There wasn't a time where you were left out when with these two. Joker and Wooin always made sure there was a space between the two for you, whether in a cinema, restaurant or a simple walk.

The familiar taste of metal made you swallow hard, blood seeped out of the rip of flesh while you bit down on your lips, licking it away with your tongue but it kept appearing to the surface.

The hug was broken apart by the boy sitting on the bed, the one behind you following after. You didnt know why you felt so empty, like a shell with no insides. The sad feeling made it hard to breathe.

You plopped down on your bed, hiding your face in the pillow, you were scared, you didn't want to ruin the relationship you had with them.

Scared of rejection.

They probably didn't like you, seeing you as a friend only. You hated this need of dragging yourself down to a standard, keep your delusions to yourself.

You felt a small shatter in your weak heart, did they love you or not? Because you think you're an idiot for liking them both.

But how could you not? Affection from others didn't work either...it was only like this with Wooin and Joker.

Closing your eyes, you felt the bed dip, an arm around your shoulder and a body laying next to yours.

Another person laid next to you on the other side, you could hear their heartbeats from here...it made you relax, stimulating your overworked brain into deep slumber.

"She's asleep."

"Hm."

"Joker?"

The boxer made a humming noise, he never took his eyes off you, your back moved along with the movement of your lungs, exhaling...inhaling sluggishly.

"I think I love her."

Well, he wasn't expecting a confession right here, right now. "She's my childhood friend. I don't care if a billion people also do,"

wooin sat up, looking Joker dead in the eye, the usual, scary glint that swirled in his eyes making the baby-blue haired male zip his lips, "Im gonna make her mine. I hate sharing but... If that's– never mind, forget it."

Now Joker was left perplexed as Wooin reconsidered his words then went to sleep, maybe this was a sign for Joker to allow his body to rest...eyeing you until his brain also shut off.

He was getting intoxicated with the smell of flowery shampoo that come from you, overtaking his senses and Joker was waiting for you to appear in his dreams tonight again.

Grrr should I continue this? I want to make a smut part but like...idk

Anyway, I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes!!

[mondoradiowmse]

11/29/23 Mondo Radio Playlist

Here's the playlist for this week's edition of Mondo Radio, which you can download or stream here. This episode: "The End of Time", featuring hard rock and proto-heavy metal. If you enjoy it, be sure to also find the show on Facebook and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album

MC5 - Ramblin' Rose - Kick Out The Jams

Crow - Evil Woman - Crow Music

Crow - White Eyes - Crow Music

Iron Butterfly - In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida - Highs Of The Sixties

Blue Cheer - Second Time Around - Vincebus Eruptum

Blue Cheer - Doctor Please - Vincebus Eruptum

Cactus - Evil - Cactology: The Cactus Collection

Cactus - One Way … Or Another - Cactology: The Cactus Collection

Mountain - Never In My Life - The Best Of Mountain

Mountain - Mississippi Queen - The Best Of Mountain

Ravers Nature - Walk Like A Priest - DMD Allstars 1

Led Zeppelin - Good Times Bad Times - Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin - Bring It On Home - Led Zeppelin II

Blues Creation - Mississippi Mountain Blues - Demon & Eleven Children

Blues Creation - Atomic Bombs Away - Demon & Eleven Children

Edgar Broughton Band - Momma's Reward (Keep Them Freaks A-Rollin') - Sing Brother Sing

Edgar Broughton Band - Old Gopher - Sing Brother Sing

Black Sabbath - The Wizard - Black Sabbath

Black Sabbath - Warning - Black Sabbath

Deep Purple - Bloodsucker - Deep Purple In Rock

Captain Beyond - Raging River Of Fear - Captain Beyond

Queen - Stone Cold Crazy - Sheer Heart Attack

Pink Fairies - Do It - Dirty Water: The Birth Of Punk Attitude

Budgie - Stranded - Squawk

Buffalo - Dead Forever - Dead Forever …

Uriah Heep - Easy Livin' - Demons And Wizards

Thin Lizzy - Call The Police - Shades Of A Blue Orphanage

AC/DC - High Voltage - High Voltage

Robin Trower - Shame The Devil - Essential Robin Trower

Bad Company - Rock Steady - Bad Company

Montrose - Make It Last - Montrose

[o-santuario-do-rock-23]

QUAL FOI A 1ª BANDA DE HEAVY METAL ?

A maioria das pessoas tende a acreditar que o nascimento do Heavy Metal remonta a Birmingham - Inglaterra, com o lançamento do primeiro álbum dos Black Sabbath. Nos dois lados do vinil, o som da guitarra de Tony Iommi definiu o que o Metal deveria ser, agarrando os fundamentos do Blues e adicionando diferentes texturas para o tornar sinistro e agoirento. Desse modo, o Metal pode já existir muito antes de Iommi começar a sonhar com os seus hinos de destruição.

Ao longo da década de 60, o movimento da contracultura também trouxe o seu quinhão de bandas mais sombrias. Comparadas às músicas sobre a mudança para São Francisco e o sol da psicodelia, bandas como : The Doors e The Velvet Underground já estavam a expôr os fãs ao lado sombrio da vida.

Embora cada uma dessas bandas possa ser qualificada como a criadora do Metal, os sons do Metal remontam à banda BLUE CHEER da mesma época. Agarrando nos sons primordiais do que estava a sair de Detroit com :The MC5 e The Stooges, os Blue Cheer começaram como uma reação ao cunho Folk que o Rock tinha assumido.

Em vez de atender à prosa floreada da época, o álbum de estreia da banda " Vincebus Eruptum " transborda de energia Metal. Na mesma época em que os The Who explodiam na cena do Hard Rock com a Cover de 'Summertime Blues' de Eddie Cochran, a versão dos Blue Cheer está mais próxima do Metal que poderia ser ouvido há alguns anos, com o uso gratuito da guitarra fuzz e a distorção transbordante a aparecer à esquerda e à direita.

Quando questionado sobre o tom distinto, o guitarrista ( Leigh Stephens ) falou sobre a necessidade de ouvir algo mais pesado do que estava acostumado no rádio, dizendo na entrevista : “Sempre fui atraído por tons menores e acordes pesados. Eu afinava a minha guitarra em Ré desde a época em que tocava Surf music, e fiz isso porque simplesmente adorava o som daquele trovão.”

Como 'Summer of Love' já tinha uma mentalidade de “vale tudo” em metade do material, a chegada dos Blue Cheer antecedeu a estreia dos Sabbath em dois anos, marcando a primeira vez que algo tão pesado seria apresentado nas rádios. Mais do que apenas a parte musical, a abordagem de Stephens à guitarra tinha a mesma estética que as bandas de Metal deveriam seguir, continuando: “Eu sempre pensava 'Como é que iria soar se algo nuclear explodisse?' Eu senti que se conseguir amplificadores suficientes, talvez se possa chegar perto disso.”

Embora os Blue Cheer tenham permanecido obscuros durante a maior parte da carreira, os maiores nomes do Rock pesado da época estavam a ouvi-los. Quando questionado sobre as influências, Geddy Lee dos Rush achava que os Blue Cheer foram os verdadeiros pioneiros da música pesada, lembrando: “De certa forma, eles foram a primeira banda de Heavy Metal, só que não pensavam em termos de Metal. Era o volume que eles procuravam em paralelo com a fúria.”

Embora os Blue Cheer possam não ter pensado no Metal, a necessidade de tornar o som mais distorcido e furioso do que o que veio antes acabou por gerar o Metal e o Punk Rock, com todos a tentarem tocar mais forte e mais rápido do que aqueles em seu redor. O Heavy Metal pode não ter um verdadeiro padrinho, mas os Blue Cheer podem ter bons argumentos para serem um dos pioneiros da música pesada.

Ana Cristina Filipe