#and the chorus is the most brain scratching part

[jinnie-ret]

hellevator

stray kids x ninth member male!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: implied anxiety, implied disassociating

word count: 2.1k

summary: he's going through voice changes in their debut era and fans are already sending in hate

Requested: anon!

This is my first male!reader fic so please be kind, I hope you enjoy! <3

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He was so excited to finally be a part of something, not that he had been training for long. But when Bang Chan told him he saw potential in him, despite their 6 year age gap, and recognised how well he got on with the other members, he was quickly added onto the line up for Stray Kids.

During the survival show, Y/N was babied, of course he was, the maknae in the upcoming JYP boy group. Fans of the show fauned over his fluffy black hair and the oversized hoodies he'd wear, making him look smaller. It was similar to how Jeongin was babied too, the two of them being the youngest and seen to have that sweet, innocent air around them. Plus, for Y/N's case, his voice hadn't broken yet at the age of 14, so that fed more into how he was perceived by fans.

However, it was not long after the group had finally debuted that a more mature, deeper voice had overcome him. Of course, not without the struggles of getting used to it. Originally singing the chorus of District 9 wasn't difficult, in fact it was easy. His gorgeous, husky tone was unique yet when he hit those high notes his voice was instantly recognisable. Now, he had to deal with voice cracks, and the rapidly depleting self-esteem that came along with it. This is what he trained to do after all.

"You're getting stressed out. We need to practice getting your voice in a position where it can hit those high notes again. It's not going to help if you're standing there thinking you can't do it," the vocal teacher sighed, putting down her sheets of the lyrics Y/N had been singing.

She was firm, yes, but she was being kind about the situation too. She has coached many that had gone through the same thing as Y/N, and all she wanted to do was to see him succeed, but he couldn't see things through her eyes, that was far too big of a mountain to climb for him. A treacherous journey to realising not everything is one dimensional.

Y/N could only focus on those last four words. 'You can't do it'. And he hated the way that everything suddenly felt hot, and how his throat itched. How his neck itched. He started subconsciously scratching lightly at his neck, feeling the stress flood through his body. He scratched away at the thing he wanted to change most, knowing he couldn't turn back time and have things stay the way they were.

All the comments he had read, all the whispers he had heard, circulating in his brain, like an endless loop of vicious words to bring him down. He would be the reason Stray Kids would fail, they had said. He wasn't good enough, they had said. It all came from jealous trainees that were bitter they didn't get to debut instead of him. The only failure apparent in this situation was Y/N realising that.

"I need some air," Y/N barely managed to speak as he rushed out of the small practice room, tugging at the strings of his hoodie and making his way outside.

Fresh air.

Just breathe, Y/N.

And he managed to do so, not without his mind taking him to another place as he stared up at the JYP sign on the building. Was he meant to be here? Did he deserve to be here when his talents were no longer there? Y/N just couldn't see it the same way anymore, he couldn't see himself the same way anymore when the thing he had been praised for so deeply had changed. Even the people who had supported him before had changed their opinions, because his growth had shattered the image they had of him.

Y/N was unaware of the familiar presence beside him, one that had playfully called out his name before realising something was wrong. He was gently guided back into the building, and swiftly surrounded by the warmth of the 3RACHA studio.

"Hyungs! I found Y/N but he's not talking to me," Jisung's voice quivered as he himself was now feeling worried about his dongsaeng.

Changbin took Jisung aside, hushing him and reassuring him that he did the right thing, whilst Chan took it upon himself to understand what was happening to his youngest brother.

"Hey, hey, you're ok, come on, look at me," Chan spoke quietly, yet he managed to break through Y/N's mind as the younger looked around the studio.

"I shouldn't even be here," Y/N shook his head, voice monotonous. Just being there upset him further, yet he still fought against everything within him to show that side.

"What do you mean? This is our studio of course you're allowed in here, I mean, I know Channie likes his own space sometimes but this is different," Changbin moved to stand in front of Y/N too, having successfully calming Han, "hey, no no no don't float away again, I need you to listen," Changbin forced Y/N to sit down in the sofa. Han automatically wrapped his arms around the younger, wanting to do his best to show he was there for his fellow member.

"What's going on Y/N? Your vocal teacher said you just ran out of the building. She was waiting another 45 minutes until Seungmin turned up for his lesson because she couldn't find you," Chan sighed as he sat down in his chair, opposite the distressed boy.

"I bet Seungmin was much better than me," Y/N mumbled, but even with that, throat thick in emotion, his voice cracked yet again. Flustered that it had happened yet again, Y/N's fist came down against his own leg, huffing in frustration.

"Yah yah, don't do that!" Han frowned, pulling Y/N's arms away from him.

"I'm just so frustrated!" Y/N spoke through gritted teeth, looking up at the ceiling to keep his tears at bay.

"About what?" Changbin prompted Y/N further but he just stayed quiet.

"You need to tell us ok, we're your hyungs, we want to know what's going on, we need to know," Chan moved closer, resting his hand on Y/N's knee.

"My stupid voice," Y/N whispered, embarrassed to admit it.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"What about it?"

"Ever since it's broken, you know, gotten deeper, I just sound stupid when I try singing, it's embarrassing, I mean, it makes sense when they say I shouldn't even be in the group anymore, I-" Y/N opened the gates to his mind as his mini ramble began and was quickly cut off.

"Who said that..." Changbin frowned deeply.

"Stays, other trainees," Y/N threw his hands up in the air, just done with the whole situation.

"Trainees are saying it too?!" Han gasped, looking at Chan and Changbin worriedly, a hint of malice in his eyes as he thought about all of those around them that still acted like their friends.

"Y/N they're just jealous, you can't listen to what they say," Chan began, sighing once more as he ran his fingers through his hair, somewhat at a loss of how to reassure Y/N anymore.

"Easier said than done. Why did you even have me join this group when, when... when I was just going to make us fail!" Y/N exploded, pushing himself up from the sofa and out of Han's arms, away from Changbin's concerned glances and especially away from Chan's words which went in one ear and out the other straight away.

It wasn't long until he found what he thought was an empty practice room, not noticing the bags of his other hyungs that were for once tucked away neatly in the corner of the room. He found solace in the emptiness and allowed himself to collapse to his knees, breaking down into tears of frustration, sadness and all the other emotions he kept pent up.

The rest of Stray Kids returned from a small snack break at the vending machine, all going together of course, you wouldn't find one Stray Kid without another, even this early on in their time of being together.

"Hey hey hey, aegi, what's going on? Omo..." Lee Know gasped as he saw the baby of the group shaking and sobbing. He ran up to Y/N and wrapped his arms around him, the other members astonished until 3RACHA ran in and finally found Y/N after hearing the commotion.

They began to explain what happened to Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin whilst Felix sat down in front of Y/N to help calm him down, brushing his hair out of his face and rubbing his leg soothingly. He tried his best to listen to Y/N at first but due to his growing knowledge of Korean not being up to par with Y/N's incoherent sobs, it was easier to stick to physical affection. You could say Y/N was in a Lee sandwich, the best place he could be right now.

"Can't... Shouldn't..." Y/N sobs soon calmed down and the rest of his members gathered around him in a semicircle, Minho still hugging him from behind. Yes, he could come across as cold and brash sometimes, but no one could tell you just how soft Minho really was apart from his members. They knew him the best.

"Y/Nnie... please you have to listen to us, you're in this group for a reason," Hyunjin patted his knee from beside him.

"T-they didn't say anything about Jeongin's voice when his broke!" Y/N exclaimed, pain clearly still there, tired of all the judgement he had been receiving. He wasn't able to listen to his hyungs right now.

And the boys go quiet not knowing what to say back to Y/N, they were sure he didn't mean to offend Jeongin but it didn't stop Seungmin from patting his shoulder in support.

"Not, not, oh gosh not that I wanted Jeonginnie hyung to get hate I'd never want that for my hyungs I just..." Y/N put his face into his hands, feeling bad as if he has indirectly insulted his hyung, just because he was feeling hurt. From behind him, Minho hugged him tighter, whispering in his ear to try and gain his attention.

"It's ok, I know you didn't mean it like that," Jeongin smiles from across him, and Y/N could tell it was a genuine one.

"Look, our vocal teacher said something to me earlier about what was going on, she was worried about you, she thought she said something wrong," Seungmin trailed off, trying to get to the bottom of the matter.

"No she was actually really nice about it, it was just too much of a reality check and then my mind just took control and... Ugh I don't even know," Y/N came to a realisation that his vocal teacher wasn't being rude to him and it was all these overwhelming feelings that had built up and caught him out.

"Just take a moment, yeah, and think, would I have added you to this group if I didn't think you had the talent, had the potential," Chan rose an eyebrow, firmly talking to Y/N to make sure he understood what he was saying.

"Or his personality, personality is important too," Felix piped up, not wanting Y/N to feel like his worth was only reduced down to one thing.

"Of course it is, but that isn't what this is about right now, answer me, Y/N," Chan nodded to Felix before looking back at his upset member.

"N-no..." Y/N stuttered, realising the depth of what his leader was saying.

"Good. We can see how good you are. The only reason fans are getting annoyed is because it's a change they haven't adjusted to yet. Just like you're adjusting to this change too. Now, they shouldn't be sending in hate, so please, I will do everything it takes for you to not listen to it anymore, ok?" Chan promised Y/N, sitting in front of him and making sure he got that one answer he needed.

"O-ok, I-i understand now, thanks hyung, I-i love you all," Y/N felt the stress leave him, finally able to understand things from a different perspective.

"Aww he said he loves us!" Minho suddenly picks up Y/N and spins him around, causing the younger boy to squeal.

"I wish I had a camera!" Seungmin laughed along.

"I need to remember this forever," Jeongin and Han fooled around, widening their eyes and pretending to screenshot this happy cute moment into their brains.

It was definitely a moment that Y/N would be teased about in the future, being exposed for his true feelings for his hyungs when normally he'd be quiet about what he thought about in the normal way. It was just a good thing they got in his head this time, because now they had a happy memory to think about instead.

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[whoahoneyy]

glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt. 3

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Eddie and Y/n have the whole night to go wherever the wind blows them…

Content Warnings: fem!reader, reader has a brother, cigarettes, descriptions of anxiety, recreational drug use, mature language, descriptions of parent death, themes of addiction, descriptions of parental abandonment, dirty thoughts, sexual tension, mutual pining, fluff

Authors Note: I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I can’t wait to get started on part 4. 🤍

As they drove into the night, Eddie couldn’t help but feel like Y/n was a mile away in the passenger seat, as she sat comfortably. She had a way of making herself at home in every seat she took, always bringing a leg up to her chest or propped her feet up somewhere. Something about it was irresistible to Eddie.

He could only think that he’d love to see her that comfortable in her room of an evening… or his room.. Maybe right after she’s showered and wearing a big night shirt… maybe one of his own… with a cigarette propped between her lips, smiling like she always did…

Eddie’s mind drifted to what she would most likely wear under her night shirt… ‘probably not a bra, right?’ The possibility made him shiver, ‘But panties…’

He stole another glance at her while she shuffled through the tape selection in his glovebox and the floor of the vehicle. His mind scanned through the different categories and styles of delicates he’d come to learn over the many years of swiping lingerie mags (before he graduated to Playboy and Easyriders) and tried to pinpoint what kind of undergarment she’d probably prefer.

Y/n leaned over into the floorboard, the back of her shirt riding up, exposing a sliver of skin above her pants. ‘Maybe if I tilt my head a little I could try to sneak a look..’

Eddie shook his head wordlessly and turned his attention back to the road. “Aha, I knew you’d have this one.” She spoke with satisfaction at the new Metallica tape.

Eddie’s eyes flickered from her to the tape she held, the case was still scratch free despite being thrown in the floorboard after each use. Y/n loaded it in the cassette player and there was a moment of silence before Welcome Home started where he left off.

Her eyes lit up at the familiar chorus, and of course started singing and throwing her head around mildly to the music bumping through the speaker.

“Sleep, my friend, and you will see the dream is my reality,” she sang into her fist with a goofy smile plastered on her face, still buzzing from the weed. Eddie smiled in awe. He’d listen to her sing metal or anything forever if he could, as long as she looked this happy.

“They keep me locked up in this cage, can’t they see it’s why my brain says rage,” she sang to Eddie now, who had just pulled the van into the local playground parking lot.

As the beat got faster her movements got more intense, her hair flying everywhere—especially with the breeze flowing gently through the windows.

Y/n unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face Eddie fully, holding her microphone out to him. Without pause, he leaned forward to join her just inches away from their noses touching. “Sanitarium!” They sang in unison, unable to contain their laughter.

“Leave me be!” Y/n pulled back, preparing for the upcoming guitar solo. Eddie looked on in amusement as she shredded her imaginary guitar.

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. He never knew girls could be both irresistible and dorky. Let alone this irresistible and dorky.

Before Eddie knew it, a look of excitement flashed across Y/n’s face. “Dude,” she pointed to the playground, the swing set on the far side was the object of her desire. Eddie crinkled his brow for a moment in confusion. “We have to go swing.” She said bluntly and swung the door open.

Eddie followed suit immediately, watching her walk around the front of the van to meet him. Y/n noticed how his shoulders tensed and the goosebumps that littered his arms. Y/n shrugged off his jacket, being warm enough from her performance on the car ride over. When Eddie stepped up next to her, she held it out for him to take, earning her another confused look from him. “What?” He asked as he took it from her.

“I’m plenty warm, I want you to be, too.” She said sweetly. “No, no, I’m okay, seriously.” He said holding it back out to her, which she dodged quickly.

Eddie took the jacket in both hands, so as to drape it around her shoulders again, but alas, Y/n was elusive once more—taking off in a sprint to the swing sets.

“Can’t catch me, Munson.” She yelled over her shoulder teasingly. Eddie felt a playful smile rise to his lips as he watched her hair flow behind her and her long strides bounce off the ground.

“Oh, can’t I?” He said as he broke into a run with the jacket clutched in one hand. Eddie isn’t much of a runner, he was the kind of guy to sneak off under the bleachers to smoke during the mile in gym. He’d never been particularly good at it; his smoking habits leaving him winded most of the time, but this time he felt his legs carry him to her effortlessly.

Eddie had his tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration as he kept his eyes on her dark fleeting figure. She makes an unexpected turn around a tree, running back the other direction when Eddie follows and starts to gain on her.

Y/n leads him to a trash can in the center of the playground, her on one side and him on the other in a sort of stand off with crazed smiles on their faces, their breath heaving, and giggles falling from their lips sporadically.

Y/n fakes right, and then left, Eddie following her movements intently with his own. Y/n bites her lip when she sees the way Eddie was looking at her, this was the happiest she’d seen him thus far.

“I bet we’re both pretty warm now, huh?” He asked as he tried to catch his breath and leaned against the top of the can to support his weight.

“Really? You’re warm?” She asked with a mischievous smile, seeing the goosebumps were still present on his skin.

Eddie sighed, feigning annoyance, “If I take you home and you get sick from the cold, I’m gonna be mad at you.” He said with a serious look on his and a shrug, making his way around the trash can.

Y/n rolled her eyes, staying still and letting him approach. He stopped when he was directly in front of her and almost gasped when he felt her warm hands rubbing the outside of his arms for warmth.

“And if you get a cold because you’re too stubborn to wear your own jacket, I’ll be furious.” She said with a similar look, playing off his previous words. The jacket slipped out of his grasp, Y/n pulling it from him to throw around his shoulders; as he tried to do for her earlier.

Eddie smiled softly, letting his eyes fall to her lips and briefly down her shirt. He didn’t mean to, but he slowly started to lean in, keeping his eyes on hers, as if to say ‘tell me to stop’. She held the eye contact, shortly debating with herself before breaking into a sprint back across to the swings.

Eddie scoffed when he heard her playful giggles. If he hadn’t known her nature he would’ve taken that as a sign to back off, but there was something in the way she looked at him… something that said ‘come and get me’

So he followed, running to her faster than he probably ever has in his life. Her strides began to shorten, not hearing his feet pounding against the ground behind her. She turned to look for him, when his arms grab her around her waist to pick her up and spin around; making her stomach do backflips and squeal with delight.

Eddie couldn’t help the laughs escaping him, hearing her laugh and yell at him, arms around his neck holding on for dear life.

Not to mention her tits were like right next to his face, not that she seemed to notice or mind. Eddie slowed and set her down gently, still unsteady.

Y/n tried to take a step back to recover, her arms still draped over his as they wobbled and panted, but then tripped over her own feet, bringing Eddie toppling down with her.

Before she can hit the ground, he wraps his arm around her head like a baby and turns their bodies to the side, holding her waist with the other. They land together, her slightly on top of Eddie.

“Shit!” She said into his chest, taking a deep breath of his musky scent. “Are you alright? You seem to have a problem with walking.” He asked, tucking his chin to look down at her and loosening his grip.

She picked up her face to prop her chin on his chest, the sight made his heart beat faster. He wanted her like this back home under his favorite blanket, and wearing one of his favorite shirts. “Are you alright??” Panic lacing her voice.

“Yeah!” He let out with a pant, “I’m a regular Evil Knievel.”

She scoffed, her forehead dropping against his shirt, her nose nuzzling his chest as she shook with laughter, another new sensation he adored. “Are you okay?” He asked again, eyeing you seriously.

“Gravity has it out for me, but I think I’m okay.” She pats his chest twice and sits up, looking to the swings again. “If I don’t run away, will you swing with me?” She asked quietly, unable to look at him this time, embarrassed of running like a child under pressure.

Eddie sits up with her and nudges her arm. “Is that even a question?” He looks at her incredulously. She crinkles her brow at him as he heaves himself up off the ground and offers a ringed hand.

She smiles and allows him to pull her up, not wanting to let go.

So she doesn’t.

And neither does he.

Eddie insisted on pushing Y/n first, before claiming his own swing next her. They quickly get competitive with how high they could go, which they both won because swings can only go so high.

Which then brought Eddie to try his favorite trick from when he was a kid playing at this very same park.

“Watch this!” He said, and after two more swings he leapt from the seat and sailed through the air, earning him a “What the fuck?!” From a concerned Y/n.

Eddie fell to the ground in a tuck and roll fashion, tumbling a few feet before stopping. Y/n stopped her swing and immediately made her way to Eddie. Before she could get to him, he jumped up and dusted himself off, ending with a low bow.

“Still got it.” He smiled and approached with a smug strut. “You’re actually crazy.” She said in disbelief while he laughed and stopped in front of her with his hands in his back pockets, returning to his previous nervous state.

They stood there looking at one another for a moment in a comfortable silence, soft smiles present on their faces. Y/n was the first one to break eye contact by looking up at the open sky above them.

The sky was at its brightest and clearest tonight, the moon shining and illuminating the park along with the streetlights. “What’s our next move?” Eddie asked.

Y/n looked back to Eddie in thought, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips. He stood and watched her patiently, crossing his arms over his chest for warmth.

“I think we should go to my house.” Y/n said, catching Eddie’s attention more than he thought possible. “What’s at your house?” He asked quietly and taking a small step closer.

Y/n took in how Eddie looked in this moment. The anticipation on his face, the smile he wore just for her. How his stray hairs were carried in the breeze and how she could feel the the closeness between them.

“More weed, more music, and my special place.” She whispered the last bit quietly like a secret.

Of course, Eddie the Pervert really liked the sound of that, but Eddie the Gentleman was intrigued to see a place someone so special would deem special.

He nodded, the stars reflecting in his eyes like diamonds. “I like the way you think.” He spoke softly with the quiet night, his eyes dipping to her lips.

Y/n suddenly felt her throat tense at the compliment, his words sending tingles down her spine as the plant medicines effect completely wore off. She began to feel anxious around Eddie, something she hadn’t really felt before with him.

After a nervous moment, Y/n broke into a sprint back to the van. Eddies heart sank a little, starting to doubt where he’s at with the elusive and dreamy girl. He shook it off and worked himself up to a run after her.

Y/n sat in the passenger seat quietly as Eddie bounded towards the vehicle. Eddie climbed in silently and shut the door behind him, “Uh, where am I going?” He asked.

“Do you know Pine Drive?”

Eddie nodded; Pine drive was a rental addition on a lot next to Forrest Hills. For a moment he debated on striking up a conversation about his address’ proximity to hers, but instead he started the engine, the churning and ticking a stark contrast from the quiet moments they shared minutes before.

Needing something to do, Y/n looked through the glove box of tapes again, needing something to listen to besides the deafening silence that made her breathing so difficult.

She tried to find something quickly yet subtly enough so as to not draw attention, until her fingers came across a familiar black and white album cover that made her shoulders relax and her breathing soften.

She glanced to Eddie, whose eyes were glued to the road and hands gripped the wheel uncomfortably, and with a sigh loaded the tape. The striking chords of Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac rang through the vehicle, and Eddie shrank back a little in embarrassment.

“Eddie Munson.” Y/n spoke quietly, turning to fully face him. Eddie’s head turned at her voice saying his name—that familiar shine restored to her eyes.

“Why haven’t you told me you liked Fleetwood Mac?” She preened with shiny hearts in her eyes. The way she looked at him made the corners of his mouth tug upwards and his shoulders relax.

“It’s not something I normally share, but it seems I’ve been exposed.” He said casually as he trained his attention on the road.

“I’m glad I caught you.” Her smile faded at the sight of the road nearing her house in front of them. Y/n’s throat went dry at the thought of Eddie being in her house let alone her room…She knew everything would be fine.. right?

She shook her head at the thoughts. Daunting, yes. But it’ll be fine, she decided. “Turn left at this next turn off, and then it’s the fifth house on the right.” She managed, feeling proud of her unwavering voice.

Eddie nodded as the chorus played, the comforting and intoxicating rhythm keeping them company.

He slowed to a stop in front of her house, hugging the curb the best he could, and shut off the engine, cutting Stevie off mid lyric.

He looked to her as if he were a small child asking a grown up ‘Now what?’. Y/n looked out the window at her house, noticing all the lights were off, and swung open the car door without another word.

Eddie followed her across the grass quietly, having been snuck into a house a time or two. “Uh, should I really use the front door?” He asked hesitantly as she pulled open the old screen door to turn the unlocked knob.

Y/n turned and gave him a look of confusion when the door opened quietly into the small entry way. Silently, she motioned for Eddie to follow through the doorway, shutting and locking the deadbolt behind them.

Before Eddie could ask if her parents were home, Y/n took his hand and gently tugged for him to follow. The feeling of her hand in his warmed his whole body, feeling the burn in his cheeks almost immediately.

He knew the situation wasn’t what it felt like to Eddie the Pervert, but he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies’ internal assault when his view was the girl of his dreams leading him down a dimly lit hallway to her room after dark.

With the girls Eddie’s encountered, all of these signs would point to sex, but with Y/n he felt very unsure. He decided he was ready to let her take the lead.

Y/n arrived at her bedroom door that was slightly ajar from when she left and hesitantly pushed it open. “Uh, welcome,” She said awkwardly over her shoulder on her way inside.

Eddie looked around, taking in the warm glow of her lamps around the room. He took notice of the books on her shelf and the untidiness of her desk and night stand, resembling his own in that way.

Her walls were mostly bare, with the exception of the wall at the head of the bed which was draped with a tapestry. A wide window was adjacent to the tapestry wall, and her bed sat tucked in the corner.

His eyes scanned over her messy but cozy bed, wishing for the opportunity to flop down on it and bury his face in her pillow. Y/n stood by her desk and stereo anxiously as Eddie made his inspection. She searched the room quickly for anything she needed to hide away.

Y/n combed the floor for any dirty clothes and quickly shoved them under the foot of the bed as his back was turned to check out her book shelf and VHS tapes.

Next, she moved to her desk as Eddie looked at the vanity where she got ready of a morning. A smile tugged at his lips seeing all of her girl stuff. A couple eyeshadows he hoped he’d see her in sometime, a blush, a couple of simple brushes, eyeliner, lipsticks and mascara. He liked that she didn’t seem to wear a lot, but he was also eager to see how she looked when she did decide to wear it.

Eddie heard shuffling over at her desk, papers getting tucked away into different notebooks, drawings and writings of different sorts, though he didn’t get a good look before Y/n had the surface spotless with the exception of the bag of weed that now rested on top.

“Sam and the others have my pencil case but I have some papers and bud I can roll up real quick.” She said quietly, pulling up the chairs from her desk and vanity to face each other.

Y/n plopped into the chair at her desk and busied herself with grinding up some of the bud. Eddie sat down next to her, watching her process in her little room. Was this her special place? It felt special to him.

He loved that the place felt like her.

She focused on the table in front of her while he focused on how her hair fell when she would lean forward, and how she eventually brought her leg up with her to rest in the chair.

Eddie got lost tracing the outline of her profile with his eyes until she turned to him and caught him staring. Y/n’s cheeks burned at the sight of him looking at her the way he does; that hungry look again.

It’s not that she didn’t like it, she absolutely did, it set her heart on fire. Not necessarily lacking in experience, either, Y/n felt differently with Eddie than anyone. And the experience she did have didn’t involve her pleasure very often. Eddie felt safe to her but with him came uncharted territory.

Y/n’s main fear was embarrassing herself. She’d heard so many stories about boyfriends dumping girlfriends who aren’t willing or good at sex, and had no other frame of reference for relationship dynamics.

All of these thoughts and they aren’t even close to dating. Ugh.

Y/n set down the paper she selected, and stepped over to the stereo. She mainly played her softer stuff at night time, saving the metal for the noisy daytime she liked to avoid.

Eddie watched her back as she perused the shelf above for a cassette. Her index finger hovered over the sides of the labeled cases, finally stopping at Seals and Croft.

Eddie quirked an eyebrow at the choice. Y/n prepared the player, pressing the play button before walking back to her seat. When she returned to her rolling, Summer Breeze played softly.

Normally Eddie would turn his nose up at the older stuff from their childhoods, songs that typically made him think of his time with his parents, but for some reason this song belonged here with her.

So Eddie smiled.

The papers she worked over were bigger than the ones they’d used yesterday, allowing her to roll in a jiff. Eddie scooted his seat next to her til their knees touched and he could have a space of his own to roll so he wasn’t tempted to sit and stare at her longer like a freak.

“Summer breeze makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind..”

Y/n’s heart beat didn’t feel as intense, though it still pattered fast against her chest. She finished the end off, looking for her orange lighter.

Eddie noticed her fidgeting and allowed himself to look up at her, whose eyes darted around the room like a madman. He noticed a Fleetwood Mac poster in the opposite corner of her bed, taking a mental note of their significance.

“Can I help you find something?” He asked as if it were his own room. Y/n met his eyes for the first time since they’d entered, the anxiety increasing and also subsiding in a wonderfully confusing way.

“Uh, I’m looking for an orange lighter, unless I’ve really lost it for good this time.” She continued her search, starting to crawl on the floor around her bed, pushing away the bed skirt as it interfered.

Eddie chuckled quietly until he noticed her position on her hands and knees, leaning down on her forearms and elbows every once in a while, sticking her ass out unintentionally. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, and felt his jeans tighten when the waist of her jeans dipped low enough to reveal the hottest black panties the five and dime could offer.

Eddie rolled his eyes at himself. Of course a simple kind of girl wouldn’t wear complicated underwear. But damn did it still make him turn feral.

Y/n stood up with a huff after inspecting the entire floor of the room. “Well, I guess I’m shit out of luck there, you got one?” She asked as if it were a real question.

Eddie scoffed “Do I have one?” and reached in his back pocket for his silver zippo. He held it between two fingers and set it on the white table so he could twist the end of the joint he completed. Y/n smiled at Eddie, loving the way he looked at her desk, his arm draped across the back of his chair to turn and look at her.

“You ready?” She asked, raising her brows as she hopped up on her bed and pushed her shoes off, giving Eddie the Pervert a mini heart attack.

Y/n turned around to shove open the window and swung a leg over. She reached to the end of her bed for a big, soft blanket; balling it up in front of her. Eddie stood up slowly, furrowing his brow. “For?”

Without an answer, she disappears into the night. Hearing her soft laughter, he carefully climbed over her bed, kicking off his own shoes and shedding his jacket on his way.

Eddie reached out to brace against the windowsill when Y/n grasped his arm to guide him through. They shared soft smiles and quiet giggles as they landed in the bushes in the backyard.

“If we used the front door, why are we leaving out your window?” He asked in a whisper before noticing the fenced perimeter. “C’mon!” Is all Y/n said as she approached a large, sprawling tree a few feet away.

“We have to climb, are you good with that?” She asked. Eddie glanced from her to the tree, to the house. As if he would have to think long. Eddie nodded with a quiet, “Oh yeah, no problem.”

Y/n balled up the blanket and threw it up onto the roof easily and started up the tree. Eddie observed where she put her feet and the direction she went. Finally she made it to a thick branch that lead onto the roof, allowing her to step onto the shingles effortlessly. Eddie looked to her in awe yet again that night.

Eddie may have a slight aversion to heights, nothing crazy, but definitely enough to make his hands sweaty and breathing quicken.

‘Just don’t look down, man, look at her.’

And there she was, back propped against the chimney, an unlit joint between her smiling lips. Her figure was outlined in the light of the moon, like the sun had done yesterday in the woods. She truly was ethereal. “Come on!” Y/n urged quietly.

That sight was enough to transform Eddie into an expert mountain climber, making it up the tree and across the branch in record time.

Y/n reached out for him, taking his hand and laughing at his unsure expression. “Hey, I’ve already fallen off here once, not anything to be afraid of, truly.” She said. Eddie sat perched in the middle of the branch, eyes unable to move from her.

“Of course you have, where haven’t you fallen?” He said uneasily as he crawled the rest of the way. He stepped onto the roof as she did, gaining his footing and took in a deep breath. “It takes lots of practice, socks help grip.” She said her hand lingering his for a moment before walking around the other side of the chimney and motioning him to follow.

This side of the roof faced the vastness of clear skies ahead of them, an almost full moon hung directly above them like their own spotlight.

Y/n looked in the chimney, sealed at the top with concrete—also known as the perfect place to hide a carton of cigarettes. Eddie squinted at the pack of menthols.

“Didn’t know you smoked.” He said as she pulled one out of the pack with her teeth and held the rest out for him to take.

She set it in his hand as he took his seat next to her, their shoulders brushing. “Isn’t that what we’re doing out here?” She removed the cig from her lips to lean over and pull the blanket up the rest of the way. “Didn’t take you for a nicotine kinda girl.” He shrugged, no judgement in his tone.

“Here,” she said quietly as she draped the blanket around their shoulders, immediately enveloping them in warmth. A shiver ran up Eddie’s spine as he gratefully accepted more cover and thanked her.

After a beat of silence, Y/n turned to Eddie; her still unlit cigarette the only thing keeping space between them. At this realization, she leaned her head back slightly in surprise. “Can you light this, pretty please?” She asked unable to meet his eyes.

He smirked at that, flicking his lighter for ignition and brought the flame to her as she puffed. “Pretty please, huh?” An amused tone in his voice. Y/n turned her head to blush under the guise of blowing her smoke the other way.

Y/n slipped the joint out from behind her ear and used the lit cigarette to light the end of it; pressing the ends together and puffing long and slow. Eddie’s mouth fell agape at the action, something so painfully lustful about it.

She handed him her cigarette, a light pink stain around the filter that made Eddie smile. If this was the closest he ever got to a kiss with her, he was cool with it. He took a long drag and tilted his head up to exhale.

Y/n saw him lean his head back against the brick of the chimney, his Adam’s apple moving slightly with his deep breath out. This time she got to see him outlined in the silver glow of the moon, wrapped in her blanket, in her special place; a moment she’d dream of forever.

With his head still tipped back, he turned to look at her and found her admiring him. He smiled sweetly, as if he could smile any other way around her, and asked “Like what you see, sweetheart?”

Y/n’s mind lost all knowledge of any words. Eddie sat up fully during her fumbling silence, finally feeling some confidence in this situation again; he loved seeing her a little flustered.

Instead of answering, she turned her head to face forward, admiring the view from her special place and taking a long drag. “So,” she blew the smoke out in front of her before continuing, “What do you think?” She shrugged.

“Honestly?” Eddie said with an unsure look on his face. Y/n nodded nervously, preparing for him to tell her how lame it is, everyone climbs onto their roofs to smoke secret cigarettes, whoopty-do.

“I’d say it’s pretty damn special.” Eddie said with unwavering eye contact. She took a drag off the joint with a smile on her lips before they switched, silently deciding to share again.

Eddie took two big puffs, the smoke flooding between his mouth and nose hypnotically. Y/n felt a small warm and tight sensation form in her stomach, much to her confusion. Before she could think about it too much, she felt the effects of the high wash over her body, finally.

She leaned her head back against the brick loosely, slightly shifting her shoulders back and forth to settle in more.

In the distance she could see the diamonds scattered amongst the blackness of the dark earth. The city lights have always been so beautiful to Y/n. The rubies, diamonds, and sapphires dotted the night, reflecting the starry sky above. “That’s my favorite part.” She said quietly, pointing in front of them.

Eddie directed his attention slightly upward, looking above the fence-line of the backyard. Before she had pointed it out, Eddie didn’t notice the extensive view the roof provided. His eyes widened, his breath catching as he uttered a soft “Wow..”

Y/n was delighted at the look in his eye, fully convinced he felt the same thing she did when she first came up here a couple weeks ago. He handed the joint over to her as she squished the butt of the cigarette on the shingle beneath her sneaker.

She puffed deeply, the joint almost completing its magical transformation into a roach, and inhaled the same way Eddie did, not knowing this would’ve nearly sent him over the metaphorical edge.

He sighed as she did, their hearts beating faster without the other knowing. His eyes screamed, ‘please kiss me.’ As hers searched for something to say as if the answer would appear on his face.

Instead she turned away, the stoned confidence having not kicked in yet, but she was determined to get there. “You, uh, come here often?” Eddie asked, breaking the uneasy silence.

Y/n turned to look at him before falling into laughter, covering her face with her hands and shaking her head. Eddie chuckled just at the sound of her laugh laughing at him.

He wished he could see her big smile right now, but it was obscured by her hands. Eddie, feeling quite bold, reached out and took a hand away from her face. Y/n’s laughter faded into confusion, before she could ask, he whispered “You shouldn’t cover your smile when you laugh, I wanna see it.”

He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, hoping she wouldn’t take it away this time. Eddie met her eyes and noticed the deep breath she was taking. In return, she gave him an assuring squeeze and scooted closer to lean on his arm.

Eddies heart warmed his whole body. Or was that just Y/n? Or are they both the same? Time will tell. After a minute or two of sitting comfortably, he gently leaned his head against hers as he lifted the roach. “I think it’s done, you want the last hit?” He asked.

Y/n sat up fully to look at the remaining joint and shook her head, “You should have it.” She nudged his shoulder with a heavy lidded and hazy smile.

“I have an idea,” he said looking at her with a raised eyebrow, unsure if she’d go for it. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, waiting for him to go on. “We…could.. share the hit?” He asked innocently as possible, in a bro to bro fashion.

A smirk rose to Y/n’s face as she nodded, “I suppose.” Eddie smirked, thrilled to have this opportunity to be closer to her.

“You ever shotgunned with anybody?” He asked, relighting the roach that fizzled out moments before.

Y/n gave a simple “mhm.” Referring back to her party days back home. Eddie was a little surprised, yet, not.

The only person she’d shotgunned with was a cute girl named Stacy she chatted up at a party a long time ago, not a hot dude she really, really liked.

Y/n nodded again nonchalantly, her dry throat doing its best to contain her internal screaming. Her heart throbbed the second his lips touched the roach, a long thick drag that would be enough to send both of them to the moon.

Y/n thought the worst of the anxiety had been handled and tamed somewhat easily, but then Eddie leaned towards her, seemingly in slow motion, sending prickles running up her throat as he parted his lips so painfully close to hers.

He exhaled as slowly as he could, bringing his hand up to gently graze her jaw with his calloused fingers, keeping her close. Y/n took in a steady breath, pulling the thick trail of smoke from Eddie’s mouth to hers and telling herself she only went slower to make sure she got as much as she possibly could

The initial contact pulled a small gasp from her lips. Needing more, she unconsciously leaned in until their noses bumped which made Eddie’s eyes shoot wide open for a moment. Panicking, he pulled back, unsure if his proximity was welcomed, before she nodded her chin up at him to say ‘more’ or ‘come back’

Eddie all but dove back in, his hands returning to their previous spot, his lungs aching to release. In the midst of this they both closed their eyes, tilted their heads and almost connected their lips to breathe into each other with a quiet hunger.

Eddie was soon very aware that her nose was pressed into his cheek, as his was hers, and their lips hovered right on each other, as close as one could get without touching.

‘This is it, now’s your chance.’ His thoughts rang. Before he could bring himself to move, it felt like an invisible curtain was drawn between them, whether he put it up by fear or if it was her, maybe to tease him even.

‘Just wait.’ The fear said to him. He felt he should be more concerned about how willing he is for this girl, but nothing ever felt more correct. So he waited.

Y/n urged herself to push forward, to connect herself to Eddie, her internal monologue screaming inside of her to stop being such a pussy.

But the fear.

The fear said ‘Just wait.’

‘Maybe he does this with every girl. Maybe after tonight all of this goes away. What if he just wants to be friends. Close friends. I could be close friends if it means not ruining something so great.’

‘If he wanted to, he would’ve taken the shot already right? Maybe I messed with him too much at the park and he just doesn’t care to try anymore.’

Soon the smoke ran out but the two remained, panting softly into one another for a moment. Neither one of them dared to say anything, scared to taint the moment with any embarrassment.

Eddie’s eyes remained closed for the encounter, feeling her forehead pressed into his just willing her to make the move. She had him, she had to have known that by now.

Instead, she sighed and brushed her nose lightly against his, which still made his heart flutter and his lips turn up at the corners. Y/n was the first to break the silence, pulling back a little to ask him “Well, uh, you wanna smoke the other?” with a smile, still looking to his lips, which Eddie loved to see.

“I’d have to be a very stupid man to turn down that offer.” He smiled at their remaining closeness. “It’s a good thing you aren’t stupid.” She answered without a second thought.

No funny business happened during the smoking of the second joint, but they did get to talking like they did the first time they hung out.

It started with Y/n asking how long he’d been smoking weed; “I’ve kind of always been around it, but started dabbling with it around thirteen or fourteen, til I fully evolved into the man you see before you.”

Which lead Eddie to asking how long she’d been smoking cigarettes; “Since Sam kept a secret from me and I wanted to have a secret of my own… so two years.” Eddie chuckled at that, earning himself a playful shove.

Then conversation slipped into something more serious, talks about upbringing and family, or the lack thereof.

“I’ve only heard you and your brother mention your dad… h-has it always been just the three of you?” He asked carefully, hoping to avoid any sore spots.

Y/n sighed behind her cigarette, choosing her next words wisely. She didn’t like to explain her mom, it always left her feeling… weird.

“We had a mom when we were little.” Came out first. She winced, “I’m sorry, that sounded weird,” she takes another drag from her cigarette. “She was around until I was five and same was seven.” She nodded at him, which he returned, giving her control of conversation.

Y/n stayed silent for a moment, the struggle to find the right words evident on her face.

Instead Eddie spoke up. “I live with my Uncle Wayne. I’ve lived with him longer than I have with anybody.” He shrugged, searching for some common ground. “Before him, I lived with my parents once, when I was little like you said. And then they divorced, so I was back and forth a lot, and sometimes it felt like I’d be one place for a long time, not seeing the other parent or not seeing any parent and hanging out at my grandmas house.” He smiled nostalgically.

Y/n smiled at the information. “Grandmas are the coolest.” She nodded, thinking of the weekends they spent at their grandmas. Especially when things were bad with their parents.

“Yeah, I, uh, I wish I had more time to hang out there. I love Wayne, but I know I could’ve used her TLC when I had to leave my dads.” He said softly, his words not yet wavering.

Y/n’s eyes grew sad, her brow knitting together as she listened intently. Eddie couldn’t quite meet her gaze, so he focused his view on their sky ahead and helped himself to a cigarette from her pack.

It was silent except for the clink of his lighter as he lit up. Hoping he’d continue, Y/n rested her palm at the top of his bent knee and soothingly rubbed back and forth with her thumb. When he met her gaze, they both acknowledged how wet both of their eyes were, sharing huffs of quiet laughter through their noses.

He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze. “My dads in jail.” He shrugged, as if it made him guilty.

“Do you ever see him?” She asked softly. Eddie scoffed, actually finding humor in her question. “It’s nice of you to ask, sweetheart, but no, I don’t care to see the old man.”

She nodded, understanding. Eddie took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“My mom left.” She confessed. Eddie turned quickly to see her face as she divulged the information; searching for evidence of hurt and ready to stop her from sharing if it made her uncomfortable. But she looked calm. Okay.

“Dad always said that having kids changed her. That she got weird and sad…that one day she finally realized she wasn’t cut out to be a mother. I just think that’s his nice way of putting it though.” She scoffed, a hint of bitterness tingeing her voice.

“Oh?” He asked casually, getting the sense she wouldn’t want his pity. “They don’t think I remember her, but I do.” She said quietly like another secret.

“What was your mom like?” She asked suddenly. It felt like a trauma dump tango of sorts; ‘I’ll only tell you how bad it was if yours was bad too’. Every confession was matched with another.

“Sometimes she was great. Other times..” he trailed off and shook his head. “Drugs do shit to people, you know?“ He asked for understanding, and she gave it to him with a nod.

“Sometimes, she would come wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me we’re going on an adventure and I’d be so excited to go somewhere with her.” He chuckled.

“We’d always go to this gas station out of town, like a giant truck stop. She’d park by the coolest big truck I could pick, and let me sit in the front seat to listen to the music while she was gone.” Eddie reminisced. Y/n’s heart grew heavy as he went on, “It always felt like she was gone forever, but she’d always come back and have doughnuts and a soda for me.” He smiled bitter-sweetly. Y/n’s heart plummeted into her stomach, thudding at the bottom and turning her stomach sour.

“I only figured out what she was doing after I started dealing. I mean, I always knew my parents were doing things parents aren’t supposed to do.. But she was a good person. I felt really loved by her… and I like to remember her like that.” He nodded, his eyes threatening to spill over despite his voice being strong.

He hated explaining his mother, never knowing how others will perceive her. Eddie’s spent his whole life hearing about how addicts don’t love their children, or if his parents cared about him they would’ve straightened out. But Eddie had always known and resented that it wasn’t so simple.

“Thank you for sharing about her with me.” Y/n whispered, resting her cheek on his arm. “My mom was an addict too.” She uttered, ready to unfold the rest of the picture of her life for him.

“Both of my parents, actually. My dad managed to pull through. Which I can’t thank him enough for. When they got pregnant with Sam, they’d just met not long before. But, drugs make you love anyone you get high with, so,” She shrugged and scoffed at the irony. “They decided to get clean and have the baby. Which they did, but after Sam was born, she started using again.” Y/n leaned her head back against the brick again, tilting her head up to look at the moon, pretending her confessions were being sent to space instead of prying herself open and allowing this guy she’s known for two seconds to know her.

A wonderful, vulnerable, tender, sweet, gorgeous, guy.

“It was really back and forth I guess. They decided they didn’t want anymore kids until they could figure their shit out, a smart decision, really. But obviously I showed up..at the absolute worst time.” She laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. “Dad didn’t know if I was his or not until I was born. Truth be told, he still doesn’t know. Sam looks just like him and I look just like her… so.” She felt like she was rambling, or saying too much.

Eddie took her hand in both of his to play with her fingers, a distraction they could both use. He nodded, his eyes on her palm, encouraging her to continue. But, Y/n didn’t know how to continue—truly surprised she made it that far. She hadn’t gone into detail about her mother with anyone, the only people she ever discussed her mother with were Sam and her dad, who didn’t care to talk about her very much, either.

“How long has she been gone?” Y/N whispered. Eddie took a deep breath. “She died when I was eight. Overdose.” He added.

“I hadn’t seen her for a few weeks; I was camped out at my grandmas waiting on my dad to pick me up, and he was a lot later than usual. My grandma got a call late one evening and I guess my dad went looking for her and found her. I never found out where and I don’t think I’d ever want to know. But the last time I saw her, she acted a lot more like herself. Like my mom, you know? She even put a flower I picked for her behind her ear and kept it there until my grandma got me in the car and drove off. It’s the way I always like to picture her as, if that makes sense.” Eddie didn’t know tears streamed down his face until he sniffed, and felt the urge to wipe his face. “Fuck.” He softly scolded himself.

Y/n turned to him to wiped his cheek, searching his eyes with a look of concern. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you when I asked-“ she began to apologize at the sight of his display of emotion until he interrupted, disbelief taking over his features.

“Don’t be sorry, at all, really. No one ever wants to hear about her. The only person I could talk about her with was my grandma, because she knew more than anyone how great my mom was, and she‘s been gone since I was ten. Wayne let me talk about her, but he didn’t know her that well so he’s never had much to say.” He shrugged.

“It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.” He nodded decidedly, and she agreed. “So, where’s your mom now?” He quietly requested.

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, not having an answer. “The day it all happened, she was supposed to be watching us while my dad was at work. Instead, she took us to her friend Tina’s, where they’d all just sit around and-“ She was cut off by the squeaky breaks of Sam’s bronco pulling into the driveway, the tree casted enough shadow over the two on the roof to remain unseen.

“Hold on, that’s Sam.” She whispered, waiting for her brother to make it to the front door to continue, but then she heard two doors slam instead of one and a voice in conversation with Sam’s.

Y/n’s eyes shot open in shock, Eddie mimicking her expression and army crawling with her to the edge of the roof to get a look. They both stayed flat, their heads barely peeking over the edge.

“Whoa, that’s Eddie’s van,” The voice said before Y/n’s eyes could focus, but Eddie solved the mystery instantly.

“Is that Harrington?” Eddie whispered as they settled at the edge, Steve and Sam now in full view right below them, facing Eddie’s van by the street. “Think they’re sucking face?” Steve joked, which made Sam laugh harder than it should’ve. “Absolutely not, Y/n would never.” He said loosely, not meaning for it to come out the way it did.

Sam’s comment didn’t sit right with neither Y/n nor Eddie for different reasons; for Y/n it meant her brother still saw her as too scared. For Eddie, it meant that Y/n ‘would never’ with him, which hurt more than he was comfortable with.

“Well then, what do you think he’s doing here at this time of night?” Steve asked, looking to Sam with his hands on his hips. Sam wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulders to lead him inside, a quiet “Hopefully not what we’re doing.” Was pressed to Steve’s ear as they passed under the porch beneath them, the creaking door being the last thing heard of the private interaction.

“What did he say?” Eddie asked with intrigue. Y/n’s heart thumped harder against her chest. “Uh I didn’t really catch it, sorry.” She straightened up from laying flat, mind suddenly blank from the shock and embarrassment that came within the last five minutes.

They sat there in silence for a moment, unsure of where to go from this point.

“Do you—“

“I shou—“

They both stopped and tried to get the other to finish. “You go,” Eddie nodded, a hopeful smile behind his eyes.

“I was just gonna invite you back to my room before we get too cold, do you need to go?” She asked quietly, dreading his answer.

He smiled warmly, his eyes flitted across her moonlit face in admiration one last time before licking his lips, “I’ll stay til you kick me out, how about that?” He asked, suddenly feeling much closer than he was seconds before.

She felt his fingers brush her knuckles, the warmth sending a slow jolt up her arm. Y/n felt a smile tug at her lips as she nodded.

When they crawled through her window again, they found themselves slumped on opposite ends of her bed, taking turns choosing tapes and smoking one more joint for the hell of it. The conversation never turned back to Y/n’s mom, but they absolutely played twenty questions to learn the basics.

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked Y/n with his hazy gaze fixed on the ceiling. They laid with their heads next to each other in the middle of the bed, his legs hanging off the end of mattress, her feet kicked up on the head board in a similar fashion he’d envisioned.

She puffed the joint and handed it over, her lids struggling to stay open. After a sigh and a small cough she answered, “that’s a tough one, I’ve been feeling orange lately, I don’t know.” Y/n said, her words breathless and tired.

Eddie chuckled at her delirium and his accuracy, taking a toke himself. “Okay, my turn,” she said suddenly more lively than moments before. She turned to him on her side, her nose nearly brushing his hair as she spoke. “Is Eddie short for something like Edwin? Or Edmund? Don’t tell me, Edward? IS IT EDWARD?” She quietly exclaimed, now sitting up on her knees looking down at him with a wide grin.

Eddie chuckled and wiped his hands down his face, “Edward Wayne Munson, actually.” Y/n gasped, pressing a hand to her chest mockingly, “Now that is the name of a gentleman if I’ve ever heard one.”

Eddie shook his head at her nonsense, a blush creeping to his cheeks as he sat up to look at her head on. “How tired are you right now?” He asked quietly examining her face.

“Very, you?” She asked flopping down by he pillow, leaving the space by her wall for him. She placed her hands over her stomach comfortably, her eyes fluttering shut.

“You want me to go so you can catch some Z’s?” He whispered, leaning toward her relaxed frame. She struggled against her eyelids before shaking her head ‘no’.

“No, no, no, ‘m jus restin’ for a little minute.” She said, turning to her side and patting the space next to her. The butterflies in Eddie’s digestive system flooded south at the act.

Y/n had a hand tucked under her head, her other arm draped across her body. Eddie flopped onto her pillow, the scent of her hair jumping off the linen to greet his senses, which made him smile.

“Do you wanna go home?” She mumbled, her eyes peeking up at his. He scoffed quietly, “I told you, I’m here til you kick me out.” He shrugged as she smiled. “I’ll think on it.” She whispered as her eyes fell closed again.

Eddie sat there, savoring the moment he got to lay in her bed and stare without being interrupted. Before he could sneak out, she rolled over closing the distance between them and slinging her arm over him. Eddie froze at the contact, grateful and panicked all in one.

He had no idea whether or not to wrap his arms around her and welcome it or push her back to her side of the bed, surely that’s what she’d want?

Y/n pulled herself closer to Eddie, hooking her arms under him and using his chest as a pillow. Pure bliss washed over Eddie, as he reached peak contentment. He decided it wouldn’t be so bad to let his hands lay on her back, until he gave into the urge to stroke her soft hair gently. His eyes fell closed while something by the Blue Oyster Cult played on the stereo softly, giving him the best sleep he’s had in a long time.

The sun started to peek over the horizon and spill in through Y/n’s foggy windows. As her eyes fluttered open, she struggled to suppress a yawn, and then noticed her arms weren’t wrapped around her pillow—but the torso of a certain metalhead.

Before she moved in a panic, she noticed the placement of his hands; one had a firm but gentle hold on her hair and one around her back, holding her in place with her leg over his on top of the blanket.

Y/n slowly pushed up, using her hand to brace against the mattress next to Eddie’s hip; hoping to untangle herself from him before he woke up and freaked out at their position.

As soon as she released his hand from the hair at her scalp, he was awake. His brown eyes blinked open to be instantly reminded of last night, and more importantly, that none of it was a dream. “Hi.” He whispered at the sight of her over him.

“Hi,” She couldn’t help but smile back at him, the way he looked at her making her feel some sort of way she didn’t understand.

Realization struck that her dad and Sam would be knocking at her door soon, her eyes widening back into panic. “Eddie we gotta get you out of here!” She whispered urgently.

That was enough for Eddie to scramble up off the bed, his hands resting around Y/n’s waist to push her up with him. He located his shoes under her bed and grabbed his jacket that hung over the end of her footboard.

Y/n crept to the bedroom door to quietly turn the knob and peek her head out to the hallway. The lights were still out under her father’s door, and Sam’s lights were too but his door sat slightly ajar.

Eddie smiled to himself, enjoying the way the situation felt; the thrill behind sneaking around even if it was just as her friend.

She gave him the all clear, taking his sleeve and leading him through the door. Eddie wished she would’ve held his hand like she did last night, but before he could think about it too much the sound of a door creeping open behind them cemented their feet in place.

Y/n turned around slowly to face the music, hoping it was Sam.

And it was—but he still wasn’t alone.

Sam tiptoed out into the hallway, clad in only his socks and boxers, a mischievous smile present on his face. His attention was directed behind him, to the person whose hand he held with intertwined fingers; Steve.

Who, by the way, was wearing a shirt that definitely wasn’t his, and sported a deep red bruise that peeked over the top of his collar. The two snickered quietly until Steve realized they weren’t the only ones in the hallway.

“Oh shit,” Steve gasped, unlatching his hand from Sam’s and standing up straighter. Sam jumped away from Steve as if it would fix anything Eddie and Y/n had just witnessed.

When Sam realized it was only his sister and Eddie in the hallway he sighed big in relief, only for his gaze to snap right back up to realize it was his sister and Eddie. Coming from her room.

Sam and Y/n mirrored the same surprised expression between themselves in a silent conversation of ‘we are speaking about this later’

Sam put a finger up to his lips and pointed to the door, gently pushing Steve’s shoulder forward to go first while Y/n tapped Eddie’s shoulder hurriedly.

Eddie walked with Steve to the door, sharing a tense and silent moment.

“Eddie, I—“

“Don’t worry, Harrington, I didn’t see anything. By the way I owe Robin $10.”

Steve scoffed as Sam closed the door behind the group, Eddie and Steve both waiting for a goodbye from their… sleepover buddies.

“I’ll see you on Monday, yeah?” Eddie asked from a small distance, unsure if a hug or a wave was in order. Y/n nodded shyly, hoping she doesn’t blush at the situation. “Harrington, need a ride?” Eddie asked, looking past Y/n to Steve who lingered by Sam.

“Yeah, I’ll just be a sec.” Steve nodded and turned to Sam to say something. When Y/n looked back to Eddie, wanting to at least say bye, he was across the yard, looking through his key ring to unlock the van. Her heart sank, but knew she had Monday to look forward to, and a nap until then.

Y/n turned to go back to the door and was met with the sight of Sam holding Steve by the jaw delicately, pressing a couple chaste kisses to his lips. Steve’s hands rested at Sam’s hips, a lovesick smile on his lips at the affection.

Sam softly stroked Steve’s cheek before pulling back completely. Steve looked to Y/n with an embarrassed smile and gave her a small wave on his way past. “I’ll call you.” Sam said smugly, not bothering to hide the way he stared at Steve’s ass as he walked away.

Eddie looked to Y/n from the window of his van, wishing she’d look at him one last time. Steve picked up the pace to a jog, running around to the side of the van to hop in.

Eddie turned the key in the ignition as Steve fastened his seatbelt, glancing back up to the porch for one last look. Y/n stood with her arms crossed against her chest, Sam had his elbow propped on her shoulder, watching the van with a natural smile. When she noticed Eddie looking at her she smiled warmly and sent him a shy wave, making his heart beat faster in the way only she has.

As Eddie pulled off the curb and into the street, he saw the orange glow of the sunrise flooding the previously gray atmosphere, his heart filling at the sight. He realized right then that had been the first time his breath was taken by a sunrise, and the first time he realized how much he loved orange.

He reached over and hit play on the cassette deck, Y/n’s last pick from the ride home picking up where it left off.

“She rules her life like a bird in flight and who will be her lover?All your life you've never seen woman taken by the wind…”

Eddie smiled to himself, Rhiannon becoming the song he’ll think of when he thinks of last night. The song that reminds him of the girl with the magnetic eyes that shared smoke with him in her special place on the roof.

The night where he had the girl.

Even if it wasn’t in the way most guys would describe it, but to Eddie, he got to have her for at least a night, anyway. And that was enough for him to daydream about until he got Steve home and made it to the trailer, where he spent the rest of the day in a deep sleep, waiting for Monday to come.

#Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson concept #eddie munson drabble

[mask131]

The evolution of Ophelia Addams (2)

Ophelia truly “started” for the 60s sitcom “The Addams Family”, that basically invented her from scratch. But she wasn’t yet “Ophelia Addams” - rather she was Ophelia Frump, older sister of Morticia (née Frump). And to highlight their sisterhood, their Yin-Yang relationship, Ophelia was played by none other than Carolyn Jones herself! 

Ophelia was designed to be the complete opposite of Morticia. She is a “flower girl”, but not just in the hippie sense: she is a literal flower girl. Obsessed with flowers, always with a bouquet in her arms, she even has flowers on her head: a crown of daisies, or blooming flowers slipped in her hair. She is blond, and always dress in bright white. She is a happy and smiling woman that plays the harp gently ; always ready to laugh she is also an excellent cook of “traditional” (aka normal human) food. She doesn’t even like poisonous plants like henbane or nightshades, and scoffs at the sight of thorns: rather she only cares for buttercups, daisies and fresh weeds (she concedes that weeds are the most beautiful flowers in her eyes). 

While this latter puts her as the “white sheep” of the Addams clan, originally it rather made her Granny Frump’s favorite daughter, much more preferred over the more “bizarre” and “uninteresting” Morticia. In fact, as we discover in the television series, originally Gomez was destined to marry Ophelia. It was an arranged marriage between Gomez’s mother and Granny Frump, and the old Granny couldn’t see a better bride than Ophelia. But Gomez rather liked the carnivorous plants, beheaded dolls and gothic charm of Morticia, which who he rather fell in love (and anyway he couldn’t stand Ophelia - plus he is allergic to flowers). 

Mind you, despite her not fitting the morbid aesthetic of the Addamses, and her mother prefering her flowers over Morticia’s fried eyes of newt, Ophelia stays a Frump (aka almost-Addams), and thus a very bizarre, unusual, “kooky” character. Ophelia is weird and extravagant, but just in a different way than Morticia. Take the flowers on her head for example: they are not just placed there for looking good. They actually grow there! Her hair roots are the flowers’ roots, and when you pull one, she lifts her leg! Ophelia is also noted to be “athletic”, but by athletic understand extremely strong and unusually violent. She breaks dishes trying to wash them, when she wants someone to do something for her she literaly twists their arm, when she plays violin too passionately she ends up SAWING IT IN HALF with the bow... And she is also an expert at karate and judo. So much that she actually judo-flips most of the men she interacts with, either as a form of salutation, or in hope that it could solve whatever problem they have. 

She can also sing quite well... but in the most bizarre ways. For example, she can sing a three-part harmony... all on her own. And produce a whole opera chorus with just her throat. Even singing different tones at the same time with the same voice! 

Ophelia was named after the Shakespearian character of Ophelia, from “Hamlet”, THE Ophelia. Of course, the character had to be made of nods and references to the original namesake. On top of the flower obsession, while not exactly crazy, Ophelia is not always... “all-there”. She is both an emotive and superficial girl, a ditzy, scatter-brained girl, fickle and air-headed at the same time. She is the kind of girl that offers to play a game of hide-and-seek, but then tells people where she wants them to hide. She often says out-loud her thoughts or the things she expects people to say, and then sincerely believes they said it : she can have entires one-sided conversations. And, another big nod to Shakespeare, Ophelia is also obsessed with water. She cannot resist the attraction and beauty of a body of water, be it a lake, a puddle or a tub: she always has to jump in it. In fact, her mother says that if she likes to cook so much, it is because she wants to clean a lot of dishes: it gives her an opportunity to stay for a long time in presence of a sink filled with water. 

 The other thing Ophelia is known for is her rocky, unsteady love-life. She is a romantic roller-coaster, and the very opposite of Morticia who has a stable, faithful, passionate relationship with her only soulmate. In the first half of the series, Ophelia is seen as the one being fickle when it comes to love : while getting extremely pushy and excited about her arranged wedding with Gomez, she actually admits he has a lot of flaws she dislikes and the minute he says he is “unworthy” of her she completely agrees and elopes with Cousin Itt, her “knight in shining armor” (though it turns out to be a summer romance). A similar case happens later with her new fiancé, Horatio Bartholomew. He is a perfect man; dignified, beautiful, educated, a true gentleman AND the second richest man in the world. At first she head over heels for him and extremely displeased over the fact her mother dislikes him... but the moment she learns he hates yoga, she immediately ditches him and considers him “unworthy” of her love.

But then, in a latter half of the series, the tide turns and instead of her throwing men away, it is her that gets constantly jilted. She ends up abandoned by lovers and boyfriends as many as seven times a year, and while she still is a manic, over-enthusiastic, hyper-happy girl half of the time, the other half she becomes a crying, desperate wreck wailing about her misery and loneliness - and she can easily switches between the two moods on a whim. Ultimately however, she manages to get out of her tumultuous heart troubles by starting a career as an opera singer, thanks to her most unusual voice.

#the addams family #addams family #ophelia frump #ophelia #sitcom #60s #television series #carolyn jones

[ohshy]

Tagged by @matchamabs lets gooooo

1: Three Ships

OK so honestly... i dont rly do ships. they dont do much for me. except if I MYSELF AM INVOLVED !!!

A. King Hippo/me - i feel like how jessica rabbit feels ab roger rabbit “he makes me laugh”

B. Eugene/me - been getting more into this one again as ive been playing animal crossing new horizons again, esp happy home paradise !!

C. ?????? Idk man 😭😭me/the ocean - bc i love the ocean and its critters

2: First Ever Ship

Pfffft thats a tough one uhhh, probably me x sniffles from happy tree friends when i was 9 years old (I should not have watched that show when i was 9 years old)

3: Last Song

Now and then - The Beatles. The chorus scratches an itch in my brain.

4: Last Film

A short film called portrait of god ! It had a super neat concept, and was pretty unnerving while using limited camera angles and only taking place in one location.

5: Currently Reading

Elton my Elton by Gary Clarke. I haven’t touched this book since... this summer, augh. Id like to read more but I don’t have enough energy nor time to read ajvhbb

6: Currently Watching

Castlevania 2017 ! It's pretty good, although not something i normally watch.

7: Currently Consuming

a dutch goody called ''prince cake&choc'' i pity you all for not having it /j

8: Currently Craving

idk why but... for some reason ive been craving a giant lollipop that those little cartoon boys w/ propellor hats always walk around w/. im surprised at this bc honestly i dont even have that much of a sweet tooth (i say as a i eat my third cake&choc)

OK NOW FOR THE MOST (???) PART, I GET TO TAG PEOPLE !!! @bonzobononzo @fan-mans @y2kbugs @mariaddity @lukasdoodle @bugmeeku @fruitycircus @healdeals @virfujiwara do it or dont do it, its your life man !!!!

#thank u for the tag btw !!! rly liked these questions #they rly made me think hard ngl #and now i will snooze gn u all god bless <3 #tag game #monkey brain typing

[goodbysunball]

The weight off

One last missive before list season consumes us and 2023 is vacuumed up by time.

The Lewers, 518A (Lulu's Sonic Disc Club)

Yet another new supergroup from the endless expanse of Australia's underground, this one featuring Yuta Matsumura (Orion, Low Life, solo, many others), some folks from Itchy Bugger and Rapid Dye, and more. The Lewers douse these seven tracks with loads of reverb and a couple great Itchy Bugger-style guitar lines worming under the surface. Think 4AD: gauzy, dreamy excess best paired with a juicy red wine, topped with deceptively catchy vocals. "Postcards for Terrorists," a big winner in the song title contest of 2023, is probably the poppiest number, the intertwining vocals of Yuta and (I think) Sarah Davis driving the chorus home. The songs led by Davis ("Kalopsia," "Specter Vermillion") and others like "Sin Tonight" have a 70's English folk-like quality, lilting and haunting, performances that seem inspired in part by the soundtrack to The Wicker Man. While every track on here sounds good, and I keep returning to the record during the gray days and long nights, most don't register in my memory after the record's done, with the exception of "Postcards" and "O Karina." The latter is almost an instrumental song, with Matsumura singing well beneath the shroud of guitars, and when that second, sharp guitar line that slices through about two-and-a-half minutes in, it trickles in through the brain and down the spine every time. This kind of lush, textural music often benefits from a little length, but the Lewers keep things trim, maybe to a fault, as a couple tracks could have been teased out like "O Karina." Likely I just wish the record was a bit longer; even if it isn't anything new, 518A's confines, most definitely outfitted with a white faux-fur area rug, are a fine place to sprawl in contemplation.

The Native Cats, The Way On Is the Way Off (Chapter Music)

Long-player number five from Hobart's finest, many years removed from their last, John Sharp Toro. In the interim, the Native Cats released two of the best singles in recent memory - Spiro Scratch and Two Creation Myths - so expectations were high. Their core sound remains Chloe Alison Escott's spoken-sung vocals and incisive, biting lyrics grounded by Julian Teakle's bass, but they're joined by live drums on a number of tracks here, and there are even points when Escott cedes control of microphone to backing vocals (The Last Gang Vocal on Earth, according to the credits). Over the past ten years, Escott's lyrics have shifted from fictional scenes to the semi-autobiographical, incorporating more personal details in the songs, sporting ferocious tenacity or tender self-affirmation depending on the song. Her queer and trans identity is inseparable from the Native Cats' evolution, including all the frustration, self-doubt and pockets of joy involved in coming out and being out. She hardly sounds defeated; given the spots of violent imagery across The Way On Is the Way Off, I wouldn't bet against her in a fight.

The record begins in fits and starts, and while the first three tracks are undeniably in the now-recognizable Native Cats style, I think the action really begins after the "Former Death Cult" interlude. "Small Town Cop Override" roars into action with a drumroll and features one of Escott's sharpest lyrical performances ("I strive for victory or hallucination" and "I've seen the future, it's a chain of tricks/Come 'round and watch me turn a crisis into six") atop pounding live drums and blaring chords, burning bright and out in 80 seconds. It bleeds right into "Vivian Left Me," a slow, plodding number with a bass line ripped from David Sims' playbook. Escott has free reign to prowl over the buzzing, ominous terrain, and drops one of my favorite lines of the year with "When your dreams come true, they feel/distressingly like dreams." The track sears and bubbles without cresting, endless tension floating exhaustedly into the haunting "Dallas," a spare, solemn ballad. The lyrics are opaque, tangled; it feels like a meditation on what has changed for Escott, and what can't be changed or outrun, all wrapped up in the album of the same name released ten years ago.

"Suplex" kick-starts the B-side, a mean bass line and Escott's sneering vocals competing for the first minute and a half, and then the song's taken over by keyboard and piano, a pillowy landing from the body blows of the first half. "Rain on Poison," like "Dallas," is moody and restrained, pounding toms and a single piano note ratcheting up the tension along with Escott's powerful vocals, and as the song progresses, elements are stripped back until it's just Escott in your ear: "Time is running out/At a rate I can handle." It's an almost absurdly powerful affirmation, implying some mastery over the passage of time, but such is the confidence espoused by the Native Cats across The Way On Is the Way Off. It ends the world-beating five-song stretch, and while the rest of the record is good-to-great, even including some of Escott's solo piano work at the end, the middle section is so rich that it feels excessive to have more music outside of it. Yeah, "Tanned Rested and Dead" is a burner, and the NYC-in-the-early-aughts bounce of "Battery Acid" is a good look, too; those tracks might be my favorite part of the record next week. That's the innate joy of a Native Cats record, now more than ever: still harshly resistant to snap judgement and best lived in, seeping into your skin like a sauna and pulling lost memories or feelings or chemicals to the fore. And yet, The Way On Is the Way Off remains endlessly listenable despite the weight of dreams or expectations, the band fully in control of their sound, as comfortable as ever in it. I don't know if it's their best yet - ask me in another few months - but it definitely feels like it might be. Stunner.

Howard Stelzer, oh calm down you're fine (No Rent)

Great tip from my brother to check this one out, he being an effective filter for No Rent's endless release schedule. Howard Stelzer is not a new name, but new to me, and oh calm down you're fine is a sterling example why digging for new music remains my favorite pasttime. Stelzer layers tape loops here, of anything and everything; during the impromptu Bandcamp "listening party," which Stelzer "attended," he revealed that samples include that of making an omelette and the school band warming up next to the classroom where he teaches, the latter featured prominently on "Everybody Thinks So." He's in the league of artists like Joe Colley or Jeph Jerman to my ears, though less wracked with anxiety than the former and more interested in the noise made by humans (as opposed to nature) than the latter. What makes Stelzer's work so exceptional here is the subtle sense of composition; the hard-to-follow logic in the way the sounds are paired, or layered, reminds me of how Philip Jeck would compose and arrange his music. One could mistake "Reconsider From Memory" for something by Jeck with unfocused ears, reminiscent too in the unhurried pacing across the tape. The results are decidedly much more abrasive in Stelzer's case, more smart aleck than somber, though like all experimental noise music worth its salt, what's being communicated is in the hands/head of the listener. As the somewhat disarming "Proportional" appears to wind down, Stelzer introduces some dizzying drum loops, conjuring some sort of ritual where you're at the stake, until the laugh track hits. Better luck finding the thread next listen. My favorite tape of the year, and lucky for you, still available from the label. Dig into more of his work on his Bandcamp.

Water Damage, 2 Songs (12XU)

2 Songs is my first proper run-in with Water Damage, and that is something I've committed to fixing after living with this LP in constant rotation for a month. The ensemble, running eight members deep, creates a thicket of psychedelic repetition, playing with tenets of noise, jazz, krautrock, and hip hop across two side-long tracks, appropriately titled "Fuck This" and "Fuck That." The former rips into action after a false start, a dense, throbbing miasma anchored by a tireless bass line and squalls of guitar noise and feedback circling each other. The band takes a quick breather after six minutes, coming back even noisier, and then inexplicably does the same thing again thirty seconds later - and somehow it all works, the two intentional hiccups swallowed by the aural equivalent of The Blob over the track's barely registered, but deeply felt, ebbs and flows. "Fuck That" is comparatively lighter, roomier, allowing room for a maddening circular xylophone (?) line and keyboards to float atop the distorted bass line and agile drums. Stick around until the bass line becomes loose and rubbery, the whole song submitting to its own weight, like the ghost of DJ Screw just took over your turntable. It's really difficult to do this record justice with words; it feels like it consumes the room, your house, then you when it's on. The density of the record is rendered in sharp relief through the high quality recording and the combined power of the players here, combining as one pulsating mass or frictionlessly bobbing and weaving. That they're an octet likely means I'll never have the pleasure of getting to see them do it live, but it's a consolation that 2 Songs is the best-sounding record of the year; it'll peel your scalp back plenty, and I recommend that you grab the LP and let it rip.

#The Lewers #Lulu's #The Native Cats #NO RENT Records #Water Damage #12XU Records #howard stelzer

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hatchetfield anon here, and good to know it's fine to gush about them. (Had to Switch off from anonymous to send images :p)

The first one (and possibly less spoiler heavy) would probably be the diva, the queen bee-atch herself: Linda Monroe.

She's from Black Friday and she just scratches that part of my brain that's attracted to dommy rich ladies. She's important, her children are better than everyone else's, and though she thinks her husband is a sniveling fool, she appreciates his loyalty at least. She has a whole song about how she'll make everyone love her ("Adore Me". Quote: "You'll kneel before me, Kiss my toe"), and honestly? She's not wrong. Lot of people fell for the cult "exciting new little religion" that she started (me included. Lauren Lopez just eats her roles right the fuck up).

Then, of course, you have the cooky, reclusive, biology professor: Professor Hidgens.

Mad scientist mixed with theater kid vibes. Literally. He's as extra as you can imagine. And what I like best about him is that he's a "greater good" kind of villain. As soon as he realizes the alien hive mind that's turning the whole town into a musical (not the craziest part of this entire series, by far) could be humanity's last shot at world peace, he's all, "Okay. Yeah. Let's join the hive!", knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number" (quote: "it'll unify humanity, in a THUNDERING CHORUS! No exists from this Broadway venue~!"), which mixes in a except from the musical he wrote and was trying to get funding for called "Working Boys".

And finally, we have the most recent ones: Max Jagerman, and Grace Chastity.

Where do I start with Grace... She's a repressed Christian girl who thinks having no sexual thoughts until marriage is supposed to be the norm. Then she starts getting dirty thoughts, kills a man, gets her hands on a book full of rituals powered by eldritch beings and decides, "yeah. This is what I want to do with my life. Seducing pervy dudes and then, if they don't pass the vibe check, consume their soul in order to make me stronger..." One good day away from murder, really, as evidenced by her leading the songs "Bury the Bully" and "Dirty Dudes Must Die". Never really expected a character who has the canonical line "[after character A asks why character B would be in hell] -She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?" to grow on me so strongly, and yet-

And finally we get to Max Jagerman. The unapologetically bastard of a jock with a God complex ("Don't need no one to tell me / High school will be my peak / So I'm willing to take advantage"). The way everyone paints him as this horrible monster in, well, "Literal Monster", and he doubles down on that when it becomes his turn to sing instead of the expected "I'm not *that* much of a monster, here's my redeeming qualities"... Even when his ghost is being sent to the shadow realm he reacts to it by literally saying "WORTH IT!". He's just hits all the right notes for me. The entirety of "Dirty Girl" was sung directly into my soul.

And i think that's about it for my rambling. Now I leave you with the knowledge that Grace and Max's most popular ship name (that I've seen) is "Holy Ghost/Spirit". Sorry for rambling and have a nice day!

THESE ALL SOUND SO GOOD! I definitely wanna watch these now, or at least just listen to the songs 😅😅😅

I don't even know where to start here! I cant even choose a favourite out of your descriptions!! Thank you so much!! Linda sounds completely like my type XD Oh- I have that same brain-part that makes you crave dommy rich ladies XD Especially if they're mean 😅 I'm happy to be a loyal spineless husband for a pretty woman with a sharp tongue XD Happy.

And Professor Hidgens looks promising too XD If you've been following my Callaghan meltdown you know I have a... Thing... for teachers ☠ And OH, just the way you've described him. 'knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number"'- Y E S. I'm all for this.

And- just- Grace and Max sound absolutely perfect XD She seems so gross and awful which I l o v e (When female villains get to be truly despicable and broken??? 👌👌👌), and him?? A villain being exactly (if not worse then) what everyone says??? Absolutely obsess-worthy.

#i n e e d them actually. #thank you soooo much for this!! i'm so into them now!! need to listen to the songs at l e a s t. #i hope you have a wonderful day too ^^ 💛

[mercymermaid]

nat rants about a tiny part of a fnaf song part 3930230238294 here's a few random things i really like in random fnaf songs (specifically instrumental-wise)

break my mind (dagames)

right before the chorus, during the "forced down to reckoning" - "you shout" there's like a weird chime sounding thing and it just sounds so nice awfesdfifh

monsters (kyle allen music)

throughout the song there's like this weird vibrating sound?? you know the asmr of like two glass vials of water being knocked together and vibrating? that's what it sounds like, and it scratches my brain just right

into the pit (kyle allen music)

the instrumental of the chorus intensifies every time the chorus plays, most noticeably at the end when it's repeated twice (the final run of the chorus has the best instrumental by far)

join the party (dagames)

i just really like the keychange on the final run of the chorus, that's it, it just sounds really nice

enjoy the show (natewantstobattle)

i can't tell if my hearing is shit but the way "sight" and "up" blend (verse 1, lines 4/5) is just really satisfying to hear that weird autotune-sounding riff also scratches my brain nicely

that's all i can think of for now ty very much for reading

feel free to send in fnaf songs for my opinion on them if you want lmao

#mercy rambles #fnaf #fnaf songs

[silviatheorbit]

One of a Kind Album Review!

I will be repeating this all summer for sure! I really love this direction sound-wise for Loossemble. The album all together is a 8.5/10.

Before I rank each track individually,

Track 1 : Intro (A butterfly's signal)

A pretty good intro! ngl the beginning scared me, I thought we were going to go to a sound more like Birth if you know what I mean...But anyway, someone said it sounded like Burn the Bridge (by le sserafim) and I kind of hear it, not to mention the spoken lyrics as well (which le sserafim does for their intros). I don't really mind, though. I still like Searching for their Friends better just because it feels so grand, but this is a different concept so I understand why they sound different. A solid 8/10.

Track 2: Girls' Night

Overall, I do like it. I especially love the chorus and post-chorus. What definitely made me enjoy it more is having heard some of the instrumental beforehand. The first verse got me hooked, same with the pre-chorus. The chorus has a lot of overlapping ad-libs which was very confusing on my first listen, but listening to it again I actually love the chorus. The bridge is okay, not groundbreaking but it does the job. You'll notice I've avoided talking about one part in particular, and that's the 2nd verse. In my first album review, I had the same problem with sensitive. The talk - rapping completely ruins the overall mood of the song. It at least seemed less out of place in Sensitive. But in Girls' Night, with a much different concept, it sticks out like a sore thumb. I already layed out my other issues about talk rapping in the Loossemble review, you can find them there. If the 2nd verse had been different, this would have had a higher score. But alas, we'll have to settle for a 8.5/10. It's a good title track that could have been great.

Track 3: Moonlight

While the beginning starts out with an undefined ballad vibe, the song slowly solidifies into something more substantial by the chorus. Comparing the beginning to the chorus, most people wouldn't think they were part of the song. Bizarrely, the change works well. I can't exactly point out what genre this song is, but I like it. I probably won't listen to it much, but it's certainly not bad. A 8/10.

Track 4: Boomerang

Why...just why...this type of song, reminiscent of Oops! by Loona is my least favorite. The chorus is really not that bad, but the verses are abrasive and not in a good way. It's saving grace is the bridge, carrying So What's torch with ethereal bridges. As Hyunjin says in Boomerang, "So high up in the air, you'll fly away". I have nothing else to say. 6.5/10, the .5 is from the bridge.

Track 5: He Said I Said

Since this was my favorite from the track previews, I'm not suprised how much I like He Said I Said. It's a spring track through and through, I love it. Right before the last chorus when Hyunjin says, "You are my only desire" is my favorite part of the song. It just scratches an itch in brain. I need it in a loop. 9.5/10.

Track 6: Truman Show

My favorite track??? It reminds me of Day by Day in a way. I love that Yves, her sister, and Gowon did the lyrics together! Speaking of lyrics, the meaning of this song is so interesting.

I see 2 meanings to the lyrics,

the first: Unrequited love, using the metaphor of Truman Show. In case you didn't know, Truman Show is a movie about a man who's whole life is being broadcasted on TV, everything around him is fabricated, his friends, family, neighbors. The lyricists say that, "This is my own Truman Show that just endеd", meaning they thought their crush loved them but in reality the narrator was only imagining it. It was all fake, like everything around Truman in the movie.

the second: About someone going through a breakup (probably because the other person cheated). In this version, the narrator's partner was faking their love all along, hence fake like Truman Show. I think this interpretation is most likely the one the lyricists intended

Thank you Loossemble for giving us this masterpiece!!! Some lyrics that stood out to me:

Say anything to me Lie to me sweetly

This is my own Truman Show that just ended It's like I'm throwing it away, sorry, too bad (Too bad) The acting was quite clumsy, too late

I don't know who I am, in this empty heart

Track 7: Starlight

Lyricist Hyunjin appears again for her 2nd ballad. This is probably my 2nd favorite, not as good as Day by Day but still memorable. Some lyrics that stand out to me:

Even when the cold wind blows, inside my heart There's only one thing that burns, your light

You filled me up with starlight Dyed in your color

Closing Thoughts: Thanks for making it all this way! Not as good as their debut album but not bad either. I'm so glad we got to see the members be more involved in production. Especially Hyeju writing the lyrics for the title track was pretty crazy. It was so cool to hear the underappreciated members of Loona have the spotlight. Can't wait to see what Loossemble does next!

#kpop #song review #music review #album review #music #loossemble #loona #hyeju #gowon #hyunjin #vivi #yeojin #youtube #one of a kind #era: one of a kind

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Top 5 songs (episodes 1-4)

Been listening to the songs a lot, and these are the ones that stick out to me the most:

"Poison" AND "Stayed Gone" (I literally cannot choose which one I like more. I love them both for completely different reasons. They're not really comparable at all, so I can't pick. "Poison" is the kind of song I'd listen to on its own out of context. I ADORE synth music so flipping much, so this song scratches my brain in just the right away. In context, it can be hard to watch (which isn't a complaint BTW, it's the point of the scene), but it's still GREAT to listen to. As just a song, I am OBSESSED with it. "Stayed Gone" is probably my fav song in context of the show. C'mon, it's our only Alastor song so far, so of course I'm gonna be biased toward it. His singing voice is incredible, the beat is catchy, and most of all, I love the dynamic between him and Vox, and how he's just smug and casually owning Vox the whole time, while the poor guy is getting so defensive and flustered until he loses it. The lyrics are SO good, and that ENDING? Ch-chills....o///////o So yeah, two completely different songs. Can't pick.)

"Hell Is Forever" (I HATE how much I love this one. Adam as a character, I'm not sure how to feel about yet, but this song is just so flipping good!?!? Definitely the most blindsided I've been by a song yet. Not only was it the first episode so I didn't know how my expectations should be in terms of every song being amazing, but it's by HIM of all characters. But I can't help it. It's catchy and all, but my fav thing is how BIG it gets! This probably has the best buildup of all the songs so far, with an epic CLIMAX, which I'm a sucker for. It feels complete and not too short at all.)

"Whatever It Takes" (I'm gonna be honest, the main reason this is one of my favs is cuz I really adore Carmilla's voice. I can't explain why, I just think she sounds amazing when she sings. Probably my second-fav singing voice of the whole cast so far (behind Alastor). But also, I love how big the chorus is, and I love how this song succeeds at getting me emotionally invested in a character I just met. It makes me understand Carmilla's struggle just in the power of her voice, lyrics like "I might lose what I was killing for" and "I'll be your keeper", as well as paralleling her with Vaggie wanting to protect Charlie.)

"Respectless" (Yup, I love episode 3 if you couldn't tell. XD My second-fav episode so far. This song....is SO catchy. It is DECEPTIVELY CATCHY. I didn't expect it to stick with me so much on first listen due to being overshadowed by "Whatever It Takes", but upon repeated listens, DANG this song lodged itself in my head. It's short but sweet, and I already talked before about how I love how bratty Velvette is when put against the older overlords even when she possibly has a point. Also, Carmilla's parts are great, even if they're short, cuz again, I love her voice.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #im willing to bet these are unpopular opinions #ALL the songs are great but these are just my favorites #'loser baby' has GREAT lyrics but the song itself isnt my favorite #'happy day in hell' again carried by the lyrics but also the humor #'sorry is how it starts'....AGAIN its the lyrics #you see a pattern here? i love good lyrics but i also love a song that sounds amazing and these are the ones i love the most as SONGS XD

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Sunshine Of The Woods: Chapter 1, Down The Rabbit Hole

A normal day in New York City. Cars lined the streets, along with the obnoxious horns that their drivers oh so loved to abuse. Thousands of people were crowding the sidewalks as they went on with their lives, completely unbothered.

Music pulsed from the city, dozens upon dozens of voices buzzing in the city while the car horns kept sounding off. The air smelt heavily of greasy food and the ever constant smog that hangs over New York.

All in all, it was a perfectly normal day.

A van skidded down the street, earning a chorus of furious honks from the other drivers. Following the van was a massive, colorful vehicle shaped like…a turtle?

The turtle shaped vehicle tried to weave around the much smaller cars while pursuing the van. Tried being the keyword as the majority of the cars ended up with scratched paint and mild dents.

People looked up, watching the bizarre vehicle zoom down the road in pursuit of the mysterious van. Some simply shrugged and moved on as if nothing happened. It's New York! A turtle shaped vehicle is not the weirdest thing in the city.

Some people groaned but continued on at a much faster pace. They knew exactly what group of buffoons was in that vehicle, it was best not to stick around when the chaos struck. Sure they kept the city kinda safe but there was an unspoken rule that when you see a massive turtle shaped vehicle it's best to make yourself scarce.

The van swerved right, heading for an old warehouse in the Bronx. The turtle vehicle followed, though with a bit of difficulty as this road was far narrower than the previous one.

A cannon mounted on top of the turtle vehicle swiveled around before firing at the van. A purple bowling ball was shot from the cannon, however it missed when the van's driver swerved out of the line of fire, the bowling ball slamming into the pavement instead. Two more bowling balls were fired with similar results.

Neck in neck the vehicles raced down the road, a symphony of car horns and curses from the other drivers filling the mid day air. Inside the turtle shaped vehicle, which was affectionately called the turtle tank, was another brand of chaos. Four mutant turtles of varying species were arguing inside the tank. And all four were color coded too!

"They're getting away! Go faster! Go faster! Why arent we going faster?" The one in a blue mask yelled, shoving a much larger turtle wearing a red bandana. The bigger turtle growled, doing his best to ignore the smaller one's pushing and shoving while he drove the tank.

"We're going at top speed Leo!" The red clad turtle shouted as his younger brother continued to aggravate him. Several more bowling balls were fired at the van, one managing to knock off one of the side mirrors.

"Drive faster then Raph!" Leo yelled, every breath coming out in strangled huffs. The bigger turtle, Raph, groaned, of course he hadn't heard what he had said!

"Leo, relax! We're gonna catch them!" The smallest of turtles, sporting a bright orange mask, chirped. He was currently filling a small waffle cone with ice cream from the tank's built-in dispenser. With sprinkles of course, he isn't an animal!

"Mikey's right, the Foot Clan aren't getting away!" Raph added, swerving through another turn that sent the two smaller turtles stumbling about.

Leo gripped his head as he continued to panic all while his ragged breathing bordered hyperventilation. He smacked his head, trying to calm down. Focus, just breathe. In through the nose out through the mouth, nice and slow.

"I'm out of bowling balls! Miguel, get over here!" The fourth and last turtle barked through the screen. He was wearing a purple bandana and metallic goggles on top of his head. Donnie, the brains of the group…most of the time anyways.

Mikey nodded through a mouthful of icecream while running over to a different part of the tank. He popped into his shell, rolling into the compartment for the bowling balls.

The compartment hatch was locked shut, trapping the box turtle inside. Donnie began typing away on one of the many keyboards in his station.

"Setting calibrations for plan B.B!" He quipped. His currently shelled brother was pushed into the cannon's bore, stopping right inside the muzzle.

Mikey giggled excitedly, plan B.B was so much fun! It's one of the most exciting plans ever!

What does B.B stand for? It stands for Brother Ball!

A button was slammed down activating the cannon. With a blast of light the orange clad turtle was shot out into the air, whooping and hollering with glee.

'Focus Mikey! You can play later!' He scolded himself and popped back out of his shell. One hand grabbed the orange handle of his Kusari-Fundo.

"COWABUNGA!" He yelled, swinging his weapon with the force of a tornado. The spiked ball was set ablaze by bright orange flames, a malicious face cackling evilly in the fire.

Cracking like a whip, the chain extended, sending the flaming spike ball zooming through the air. It collided with the roof of the van, embedding in the white metal with enough strength to leave a massive crater. Mikey smiled triumphantly, swinging forwards with a masterful spin.

He landed on the roof of the van, striking a celebratory pose. The orange clad turtle waved at the turtle tank, however the driver of the van seemed to notice that they now had a stowaway.

The van began skidding along the road, jerking left and right as it tried to knock Mikey off. The turtle in question screeched, arms pinwheeling to keep his balance.

"You good Mikey?" Raph's voice asked through the brand new com device on the small turtle's wrist.

"Never better!" Mikey hollered, struggling to maintain balance and not fall off. Falling face first onto hot pavement while at top speed sounded…less than ideal.

"Whatever, JUST GET IN THERE!" Leo all but screamed into the com, reminding Mikey of why they were pursuing the van.

Earlier that day they were fighting against the Foot Lieutenant and Brute, a classic battle against semi easy enemies. What could go wrong?

Well apparently when they were doing their thing and razzamatazzing the baddies, something important had gotten knocked out of the turtles' hands and right into the hands of their sworn enemies. They hadn't noticed until the Foot had already escaped.

One of their mystic weapons had been stolen, leaving them without its magical power.

The weapon in question was Leo's odachi.

It wasn't just any old odachi, no this sword could create portals to anywhere the user desired.

So in the hands of the enemy it is a dangerous thing. That's why they're trying to get it back.

"I'm on it!" Mikey said to the com, leaning over to look at the back of the van. Swinging the kusari-fundo he let it loose yet again, this time the cackling flaming ball hooking around one of the door handles.

With a tug the metal was jerked off with far less effort than one would expect and flung into a dumpster as they zoomed by. That was easy!

He looked inside the van, spotting the blue handle of Leo's odachi hidden underneath a tarp. Bingo!

"Found your sword Leon!" Mikey chirped, his brother's audible sigh of relief made him snicker.

"Well bring it back! We're running out of gas!" Raph shouted, making the box turtle roll his eyes.

"Yeah yeah keep your shell on big guy! Mikey's got this!" Just as he was about to swoop in and yoink the odachi back from the bad guys, the Foot Lieutenant suddenly blocked the way.

The evil ninja smirked, folding several sheets of paper with the speed of a bullet. With a wave of his hand, four paper ninjas hopped onto the roof of the van and surrounded Mikey on all sides.

The box turtle cracked his knuckles, they were just paper after all! His kusari-fundo whizzed about as he easily dodged the paper ninjas' attacks. Orange flames quickly scorched the paper into ashes.

"Is that all you got, foot face?" Mikey sneered as more paper ninjas were sent out. Again he burned them up but more and more kept coming and with the van swerving left and right it was getting harder and harder to keep fighting and not fall.

"Guys I need some help up here!" The box turtle yelled into the com while his arms once again pinwheeled helplessly as the van kept jerking about.

"Can do, Angelo!" Donnie said before flying out of the turtle tank. His battle shell now resembled the propellers of a drone as he soared towards his younger brother.

Pulling out his tech bō, the purple clad turtle zipped towards the Foot Lieutenant, the rocket that had formed slamming into his raised arms.

Now that Mikey had a chance to breathe he cleared away the last of the origami ninjas. He climbed back down to the back of the van, clinging to the top of the doors as Donnie and the Foot Lieutenant duked it out inside the van.

"Get em Dee! Hit him in his stupid face!" Mikey cheered for his older brother, momentarily forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.

Donnie pinned the ninja to the wall of the van with his tech bō before looking at Leo's odachi that was laying on the van floor.

"Mikey get the odachi before Leo blows a gasket!" The orange clad turtle smirkes and nodded, swiping the odachi. Mission success! However the little celebration was quickly cut short.

The van swerved one last time, skidding to a stop. The sudden motion sent Mikey flying out of the van and landing on the concrete with a thud. The odachi was knocked from his hands.

Mikey whined, pushing himself off the ground. That hurt a lot! Luckily there are benefits to being a mutant turtle, his shell took the brunt of the fall. The first thing he saw was a strange device being wheeled towards the warehouse by several foot ninjas. Before he could go see what that was all about a voice caught his attention.

"Mikey!" Raph hollered as he and Leo raced over, just as Donnie was thrown out of the van by the Foot Lieutenant.

Luckily Leo broke his fall. Although getting a titanium battle shell to the chest doesn't sound too pleasant.

"Well that was extraordinarily painful!" Donnie stated, flopping on top of his fellow disaster twin.

"Donald get off of me or I swear to god!" The red eared slider hissed from underneath Donnie. Said purple clad turtle in question simply groaned.

"You ok Mikey?" Raph asked, helping the smaller turtle up.

"I'm good!"

"My odachi!" Leo shouted, shoving Odnnie to the ground and making a mad dash for the sword.

Said weapon was grabbed by the Foot Lieutenant. The Foot Brute stood by his side, cracking his knuckles while eyeing Raph. Dozens upon dozens of human foot ninjas surrounded the four turtles

"Do not let them interfere with the experiment!" The hordes of ninjas nodded and attacked, striking from every angle while the Lieutenant ran towards the device with the odachi in hand.

"Gimme back my sword foot faced freak!" Leo all but screamed, charging after the ninja. Without his weapon…

"Leo what are you doing?" Raph yelled, blocking powerful punches from the Foot Brute

"Oh great Nardo's being stupid!" Donnie groaned, getting slammed into the ground.

The orange fire demon of Mikey's odachi continued its malicious cackling as it zipped around, bashing and whacking the foot ninjas like pinballs.

More and more just kept coming, but that wasn't what concerned the box turtle. No, he was focused on his older brother.

The foot ninjas swarmed around the slider, making it nearly impossible for him to dodge every single punch, kick, and jab.

Without his sword he couldn't defend himself.

At least not alone.

Mikey jumped over a foot soldier, knocking three more to the ground and racing after his brother.

"I gotchu Leon!" The orange clad turtle yelled, kusari-fundo flying through the air. It coiled around the odachi's blade and yanked it from the Foot Lieutenant's hands.

Before the lost sword could be reeled in, a foot soldier kicked Mikey harshly in the ribs. A sputtering gasp escaped his mouth as he was knocked to the ground yet again.

The two mystic weapons fell, the odachi getting nabbed by the foot soldier while the kusari-fundo lay limp on the concrete.

"You did not just do that to my brother! Get the fuck over here!" Leo barked, tackling the foot soldier. They tossed the odachi to another, wrestling with a now furious Leo.

"You ok Michael?" Donnie called out, parrying the attacks of two foot soldiers.

"I'm good!" Mikey shouted, his chest hurt but if his memory served there wasn't any breakage. He knew what a broken rib felt like and it was a million times worse than this. Worst case scenario it would be an ugly bruise hidden under his plastron.

He staggered to his feet, blocking the rapid fire punches of foot soldiers with his arms. Grabbing his weapon he whipped the soldiers away.

"Raph the odachi!" The snapper turned, the soldier from earlier hugging the sword close to their chest as they ran through the battlefield.

"Raph's got this!" The bright red holographic gauntlets around his fists burned brighter. With his hands white knuckled around the tonfas he slammed the gauntlet into the foot soldier, sending the grunt flying into the warehouse walls. The odachi flew through the air, Leo jumping to grab it.

The Foot Brute's fist collided with Raph's jaw, knocking him to the ground as the two began going at it yet again.

"Retrieve the weapon!" The Foot Lieutenant shouted, dozens of origami ninjas forming and tackling Leo to the ground before he could grab the sword.

"Oh come on!" Leo whined, Mikey and Donnie both running over to help.

Donnie swung his tech bō, a massive rocket rapidly constructing at the end. With a determined smirk he swung the rocket into the horde of paper ninjas, vaporizing them in seconds. Once again the odachi was sent spinning through the air, tip of the blade over the dark blue hilt.

"I got it!" No Donnie did not have it, due to more paper ninjas slamming him to the ground by the legs.

And once again the odachi fell back into enemy hands. Like an evil game of hot potato. Every time they tried to grab the sword it got snatched away again.

That is until it finally landed back in the Foot Lieutenant's hands. He rushed over to the machine, it looked like a normal doorway if Mikey was being honest. However the vibes it gave off felt almost…sinister.

The odachi was plugged into a control panel, with buttons being rapidly pressed.

"Uh guys, a super evil baddie is messing with Leo's portal making sword!" Mikey whimpered, struggling to evade the constant barrage of attacks.

He was getting tired. Raph and Donnie were locked in combat with the Foot Brute, though it was quickly becoming a losing battle.

And then there was Leo, who had grabbed a metal pipe to bludgeon the foot soldiers with. Though his misses were getting more frequent.

"Well Raph what do we do?" Donnie asked before getting chucked into the side of an empty shipping crate.

"I don't know! I'm thinking!" The red clad turtle yelled back, headbutting the Foot Brute.

"Well think faster my odachi is gonna get covered in evil germs if we don't fucking hurry!" Leo whined, smacking his pipe around.

"Oh no it ain't!" With that Mikey bounded towards the machine, a flaming cyclone forming from his kusari-fundo. His brother's protests fell on death ears. There was a confident, almost defiant smirk on his face. Mikey's got this!

A switch on the control was flicked, the machine sparking to life. Bright bluish light filled the doorway, crackling and popping with electricity.

"It's working! Glory to the foot clan!" The Lieutenant shouted, his words echoed by his followers.

"COWABUNGA!" Mikey screeched like it was a battle cry, a massive blast of fire crashed into the purple tinted body of the Foot Lieutenant. The vicious flames attacked him as the chain snaked around his body.

Summoning all his strength, Mikey whirled the ninja around, swinging his body into the other foot clan ninjas that tried to intervene before slamming him into the concrete. Then he raised his arms and slammed him down again, over and over.

With one final swing the ninja was thrown into his crowd of followers, leaving Mikey panting like a dog while his brothers cheered him on.

Now to get the odachi and trash the weird doorway thing to pieces!

The orange clad turtle stood behind the panel and grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled. It wouldn't budge. Mikey gulped and kept pulling, gritting his teeth. No matter how much he tried, the sword was stuck!

"It's stuck!"

"What do you mean 'it's stuck' just pull harder!" Leo yelled, panic clear in his green eyes.

"Hang on Mikey Raph's coming!" The snapper ran over to the front of the control panel, quickly gripping the hilt. With all his impressive strength he began to pull but like with Mikey it refused to budge.

"You might have to turn off the machine first!" Donnie called out, helping Leo stand up.

"Ok how do we do that?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

Mikey cracked his knuckles and resorted to the age old problem solving strategy he learned from video games over the years.

Button mashing.

The light from the doorway started changing colors, growing with intensity with every random button Mikey pressed. Why wasn't there an off switch?

"Angelo, you're making it worse!"

"Why didn't the foot label the buttons?"

"Just keep pulling, something's gotta give!"

"Mikey stop it, you're pissing the odachi off!"

Sure enough the weapon in question had started to vibrate, making a horrible screeching sound as the metal funbed against metal.

All four turtles covered their ears as the sound grew louder and louder. The light had become blinding with the doorway starting to fracture. A powerful vacuum began to form, pulling in everything towards the doorway.

Including one orange clad turtle.

Mikey was swept off his feet as he was starting to get pulled backwards.

A scream tore through his throat as he grabbed the hilt of Leo's precious odachi, knuckles going snow ehite as he fought against the vacuum.

He could barely hear his brothers' screaming over the metallic scraping. His grip was slipping, the vacuum getting stronger.

One hand slipped off the hilt, leaving the box turtle to flail around against the force of the vacuum.

Before his other hand slipped off, Raph grabbed it with his, the red gauntlet crackling against Mikey's skin.

"I gotchu Mikey!" Raph yelled, tightening his grip. Leo and Donnie were clinging to either side of him.

Mikey smiled, despite the situation.

Electricity sparked off the portal as the glowing light began to distort. It was falling apart!

Just gotta hold on a little longer.

The suction suddenly tripled, yanking Mikey from his brother's grasp.

"MIKEY!" All three of the other turtles screamed as Mikey was sent flying backwards through the doorway.

His screams were cut short when he entered the light, which was pale blue with pink flecks sparkling inside.

The doorway exploded in a blast of white light, the shockwaves sending the other three brothers flying throughout the battlefield.

When the thick smoke finally cleared, looks of pure horror spread across the trio's faces.

Mikey was gone.

Meanwhile the turtle in question was screaming his lungs out as he tumbled through the portal. This didn't feel like Leo's portals! It felt too chaotic, too much of a bumpy ride.

A bumpy ride to who knows where.

Heat singed his body as he descended, further and further down the cyan colored rabbit hole.

Soon the blue switched to an alarming shade of pink as he kept falling and screaming.

This portal, was it even a portal, felt endless! Going on and on forever! Was Mikey doomed to just keep falling for the rest of his life?

Apparently at that exact moment, the universe decided to prove that theory wrong. Mikey fell through the other end of the portal, fresh cold air covering his entire body.

He would've relished the feeling if he was not still falling!

This time instead of the blue/pink inside of the portal, he was met with a dark gray, near black sky, pouring rain and tall dark trees.

He only caught a glimpse of those before he crashed through.

Branches and leaves sliced at his skin as he fell through layers and layers of the trees' growth, which had thankfully slowed his fall. Somewhat.

Soon the ground came into view, giving Mikey only a second to gulp in fear. Oh that was going to hurt…

He slammed into the ground, knocking all the air out of his lungs. Mikey just laid there, the near icy mud underneath his body soothing the raging heat from his trip through the portal. He tried to breath, huffs of air barely reaching his lungs as the rain drenched his small body.

The orange clad turtle's ears were ringing, his eyelids were growing heavy. Everything was spinning and blurred to hell. He couldn't focus…couldn't think…everything felt so heavy…

He had to stay awake! That's what Leo always said when you have a head injury. Stay awake no matter what!

But…he was so tired…

Despite his best efforts, his eyes sealed shut.

The rain continued to pour, the forest unchanged.

However, luckily for Mikey, he was not all alone in these strange woods.

#rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #crossover #tmnt crossover

[laylakeating]

ranking the s1 original songs bc i've never been wrong a day in my life

a billion sorrys - i think people think i'm joking when i say this is the song of the century but. i am literally not this song is a BOP !! it's genius it's camp it's visionary !! the lyrics are insane. there's a voice crack. WAKE UP PEOPLE.

role of a lifetime - kate reinders was underutilised I SAID IT !! this song is everything to me i love it <3 the run lucas grabeel does on 'cameo' scratches my brain. again. LYRICS !!! this song feels the most like something from broadway in this season and <333 i love it!!

born to be brave (+ the acoustic version) - i LOVEEEE this song although it has definitely had to grow on me over the years. however now i stand by how it does exactly what it needs to do !! another bop !! also sidenote the runs josh and sof do in their solo parts in the acoustic version are SOOOO good rina is everywhere if you think abt it.

out of the old - nini's best solo song ?? yes ?? YES !! i just like this one idk. hsjshjhs

truth, justice and songs in our key - this one is just FUN and it has some great vocal moments. did i mention it's fun ?? yeah another bop guys jot that down.

wondering - this song is so interesting to me bc it is widely beloved and yet it does nothing special for me. i guess i'm saying i don't not love it ?? HSJSHJSHJSH vocals are stellar but it's also just kind of there.

i think i kinda, you know - this one is honestly quite fun but again. it does nothing for me !! ricky's version >>>> nini's version though i like the guitar a lot more. also the lore behind this song is hilarious. ntm the lyric "i guess i'm saying i don't not love you" is iconic. nini you slayed this one thing !!

all i want - i actually have nothing against this song i just cannot take it seriously. nini singing abt how all she wants is a love that lasts at like 16 is objectively hilarious and it's all i'm thinking abt every time i listen to it shjshjshjshjsh

just for a moment - maybe the worst original song this show has ever done. the verses are fine i guess but then the chorus hits and it's SO BAD. this is by far the worst rini duet like oh my god. what were they thinking. i do like how it foreshadows how rini's relationship will go on to last 'just for a moment' <3 (also liv's voice on 'better time' in the bridge is VERY nice) (however the chorus is awful. AWFUL. they are singing the same notes over and over there's no variation god) (i'm listening to it as i'm writing this and i have never regretted a decision more)

#i know you've all been waiting for this bc literally who wouldn't be #i think s1 as a whole is my least favourite soundtrack RIP #HOWEVER a billion sorrys nation stand up !!! #YOU SHINE JUST LIKE THE STARS AND I'M NOT EVEN A NIGHT LIGHT BC WHAT I DID WASN'T SO BRIGHT

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Le prophète (Karlsruhe, 2015): Reactions, Part I

new (ish) filmed production of le prophète just dropped??? there go any other plans i may have had for this friday night

no loitering allowed

this chorus is essentially just “thank fuck that it’s sunny and not storming” which…i get it bc i live in tornado alley, but also as we come out of a VERY hot summer…storms are nice every once in a while

also: no room for sun in a neon capitalist/oligarchist hellscape

berthe’s got rocker girl vibes!

the waitress: “eh might as well listen to your story not like i have anything better to do on company time”

this does not feel very heterosexual on berthe’s part

edit: scratch that apparently that was fidès, in which case…why have her come in before she’s supposed to be there, director

also though: as a friend said, (paraphrased) “if y’all ship filippo and rodrigo i should be able to ship fidès and berthe bc it’s basically the same thing”

“tomorrow this place is ALL YOURS!!!”

(we love women business (co) owners)

she got all her papers in order, she’s done everything RIGHT, and yet…

THE ANABAPTISTS ARE HERE

also: i’m sorry but i find it so fucking funny that they’re dressed up like mormons. idk why that’s so funny to me but i saw a production of the barber of seville once where one of almaviva’s disguises was as a mormon missionary and i lost my shit laughing. anyway back to the opera

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THEY WENT TO FIDÈS’ PLACE THAT MAKES THIS EVEN FUNNIER

(on the other hand, though: why is everything such a huge problem if fidès and jean live in the same town as berthe??? a big part of it is that berthe is asking to LEAVE oberthal’s domains. i wonder what the modern equivalent is)

“nah not interested” *slams door in their faces* yes you go fidès 

weird cuts but THIS CHORUS NEVER FAILS TO BLOW ME AWAY

the power of community organizing! (unfortunately done by people with…less than great intentions)

fun activities with friends: doing acrobatics and breakdancing on police cars

everyone reading each other for filth. it’s fun but they all suck

also, no picture but: LUCIA LUCAS IS IN THIS??? (she plays Mathisen) NICE!!!!!!!!

two brave women supporting one another we love to see it (also: one of the prettiest duets you ever did hear)

oberthal you little bitch

you’re just gonna leave her chained to that? 

WAIT OBERTHAL WAS IN THE BACK SEAT WITH BERTHE THE WHOLE TIME OH FUCK

talk about mood whiplash! (also: this chorus BOPS)

uh oh (also especially with the mormon missionary-esque costumes, their being at more or less a sports bar is hilarious)

jean is a tenor with no brain cells and he’s able to admit it, unlike most tenors with no brain cells

his dreams could be prophetic for real, or a fluke…but either way they are GOING to be manipulated 

“no sports. only our warped version of Jesus”

“guys. stop kneeling before me. i’m not Jesus or any warped version thereof”

(also i REALLY want them to start singing “hello”)

THE WAY HE LAUGHED AT THEM YES JEAN GET ‘EM

“DUDE, we’re not supposed to have beer”

“oh sorry”

he’s just a guy who really loves his mom and his rocker girl fiancée! 

so jean. about that marriage tomorrow.

oh HONEY

HOW DO YOU NOT SEE HER OH MY GOD

i’ll try to put the rest in a reblog bc apparently you can now only put in 30 images per post, which is STUPID and DUMB and i HATE it

#opera tag #opera #opera liveblog #le prophète #meyerbeer #giacomo meyerbeer #this is really good

[rinas4ki]

Assigning aespa members Reol songs because why not

In honor of aespa’s new EP MY World and Reol’s new single Glitter being released (and them being at similar times bc it makes my multi self happy), I wanted to share my ideas on the Reol songs that would suit the aespa girls the best 🫶🏻 stream them both for clear skin and serotonin

Starting with Karina, Utena is the song that goes to her. The badass energy, the raps, the lower range vocals and the choreo segments? Made for Karina. A full choreography would suit her incredibly well considering her dancing skills and attention to detail, and I don’t think I need to mention the singing (because have you seen Karina SING?) and brain-scratching pronunciation.

Next up is Giselle, and I believe she’d pull off insider flawlessly, and it’s not solely because she’s the main rapper and insider is quite rap-heavy, though her rap skills need to be showcased more (SM I’m looking at you). I live for the sheer sass in the second verse and it’s probably my favorite rap verse ever from Reol and the whole song makes it obvious she walked into the studio with something to get off her chest. Giselle can (and WOULD) reflect this, along with the sweeter and more airy vocal parts. The bridge honestly makes you wanna get up and POP SOME MOVES and DANCE, and Gigi could make use of the energy in that as well.

Moving on to Winter, I NEED her to cover Q? one way or another. Reol’s stronger, more piercing vocal delivery here matches Winter to a tee. Idek how to explain it at this point, please just listen to the song and try to tell me I’m wrong. The choreo would be hard-hitting and that’d be no issue for the amazing lead dancer. Besides, aespa could take notes from the song and do drum & bass for their own discography, right? Right, aespa producers?

Lastly we have Ningning, and of course I had to assign the group’s main slayer Dali, which is inarguably one of Reol’s most slayful songs. The whole song is this mix of confident and angry, and it’s still pretty upbeat and fun. Ningning would show off her MAIN VOCALIST title with the chorus, and let you take a peek at her rapping talent in the verses, as well as her dancing throughout the whole song. Additionally, Wake Up, Ningning’s solo song in their Synk Hyperline concert, reminded me of Dali, which further convinces me Reol had a very special SM trainee in mind while crafting it back in 2019-2020.

BONUS! WHEN will aespa cover un, deux, trois? The track is so magical, ethereal and could pass as a gateway between Kwangya and the real world, almost like a more down-to-earth take on Lucid Dream. The instrumentals, the heavenly vocals (I’ve mentioned vocals excessively in the post but it’s not my fault Reol and aespa can sing their hearts out), the overall atmosphere, PERFECT. And that interlude monologue???? Giselle, get to work immediately. aespa, I hope all of you girls become aware of Reol’s discography and share your takes on it someday. Someday. I hope.

If anyone actually read through this LONG, slightly cringe-worthy post, thankies. Once again, STREAM SPICY AND GLITTER AKA SONGS OF 2023’S SUMMER

#Reol #aespa #if you like one of these artists pls check out the other as well #there are other examples that show how well their discographies match #and if I were to make a list of aespa songs that suit Reol that would be almost their entire discography so. #saved

[your-local-gayterbottle]

MUSIC RECS PLEASE!!!!

ACHKFHKKDSGJJOB YOU GOT ME STARTED NOW DON’T COMPLAIN

SO

The Prow - Voivod [my father introduced me to this song it’s absolute perfection PLUS apparently they’re a group from where i live which just boosts them even higher in my brain]

What Once Was - Her’s [i love this song it’s really comforting to me. It’s relaxing and has a great beat! Plus the title paired with the group’s name is absolute muah! It’s not groovy or anything but i like it like that. Magnificent lyrics too!]

flutter - julie [this song has some kind of comforting effect on me and it has a good groovy beat! So it’s like it’s not a calm song yet it has a calming vibe. I listen to this when I’m overwhelmed/stimulated or anxious]

Lights Out - Mindless Self Indulgence [that song just scratches an itch in my brain plus it’s groovy! I love it a lot, quite addictive if you ask me]

New Person, Same Old Mistakes - Tame Impala [there’s something about the instruments and the way they all sound with each other that just makes me wanna listen to it in repeat]

Tocka - Molchat Doma [listen. The title is in russian, but i’m too lazy to add the russian keyboard so you guys just deal with it now. Also this song has a great beat and it makes me feel comfortable for some reason]

Awikatchikaën - Les Cowboys Fringants [don’t be intimidated by the incomprehensible french, it’s really good! The rythm is great the beat is awesome, the melody is fantastic! Also, unless you’re from Quebec, you won’t understand what they’re saying anyways! Half of the song is quebec slang and the other half is straight up gibberish, so just give it a shot!]

How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths [absolute banger. Relatable. 10/10. I love.]

My Blood - Twenty One Pilots [one of my fav songs from them. It’s quite a nostalgic one to me, it reminds me a bit of my childhood.]

Gallowdance - Lebanon Hanover [this is a comfort song to me, i love it so much! The voice of the singer brings out something and makes the song better, i really adore this]

Jigolo Har Megiddo - Ghost [AHHH. This song makes me feel things. The way it sounds is *chef’s kiss*]

This Charming Man - The Smiths [The Smiths is one of my favorite artists and this song. THIS SONG. Idk it feels nostalgic. It’s SO good! I have a hard time not crying to that song for some reason tho]

Back to the Old House -The Smiths [i would rather not gooooo~ back to the old houseeeee~]

Genesis - Grimes [the intro sends shivers down my back. It is absolutely gorgeous. A masterpiece. The echo in the voice? Magnificent. I need to consume that song. It’s not a want it’s a need at this point AAH]

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski [DON’T @ ME IT MAKES ME CRY BUT ITS REALLY GOOD!!! It manages to get out of me emotions i did not know i held. I love it so so so much]

Smile Boyo - Vundabar [now while their other song - Alien Blues - IS more popular, i like this one a lot better. The lyrics are the most relatable ones i’ve found yet, and it’s brilliantly shared]

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes [this song. This song brings me so much comfort it’s almost physical. It reminds me a lot of my Harry Potter phase for some reason, and it also reminds me of the Covid, but only the good parts! Overall this might be one of the most comforting songs i’ve told you guys about yet]

Alien Blues - Vundabar [the lyrics are SO relatable, great beat overall but not enough vocals in my opinion which is why it’s not as good as Smile Boyo to me]

Looking Out For You - Joy Again [it reminds me of some darker times of my life and it makes me feel proud for having gotten over all that mush]

Money - The Drums [WOW. The lyrics, the music, the voice, the instruments, it’s all so perfect to one another]

The Attack of the Dead Men - Sabaton [it sounds like they’re speaking Russian but it’s actually English. Very addictive beat, they have some kind of chorus and it sounds so good]

Fraccion - Soen [another song my dad introduced me to. I especially love the end and the fact the whole song kinda builds up to the end while still being original and unique but in a good way]

Custer - Slipknot [listen. This song manages to scratch an itch in my brain i’m not even aware of better than any other]

Fallait y aller - Loud [this singer went to the same highschool as me so this makes me appreciate the song even more. Great moral tbh. It’s well written, it’s fun to listen to, i really really love it]

Toutes les Femmes Savent Danser - Loud [one if not his best song. It sounds fantastic, has a great moral, a deeper meaning than what it seems and it’s a masterpiece to the ears]

BLUE - Tïesto, Stevie Appleton [i found this song by accident and i would not stop listening to it. It’s quite addictive, the beat is great, i love it sm]

She’s Kerosene - The Interrupters [my dad showed it to me. It’s such a danceable song plus it’s not hard to remember]

Blood // Water - grandson [my dad introduced me to this song too it makes me really nostalgic cause it reminds me of my Danplan era. The saddest thing in all of the drama around these youtubers is that i didn’t get to watch them for longer than 2 months before the group broke while i was still hyperfixated on them]

On leur a Fait Croire - Alex Nevsky [again, a song from where i live, immediate boost. It’s an overall really good songs, but i especially like it because it reminds me of my uncle. And my uncle has been out of my life for personal reasons for about a year now which makes me really sad.]

Shine - Younger Brother [and yet another song my dad showed me! It’s really nice and has that kind of feel you don’t just get with every songs. Great buildup, nice vocals, i love.]

ALRIGHT THAT WILL BE ALL FOR TODAY!! I HAVE A LOT MORE, BUT IMMA STOP HERE. I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS AND HOURS BUT I CANT DO THAT FOR MULTIPLE REASONS!!! AAK IM SORRY IF I GOT TAKEN AWAY HEHE

#gayterbottle rambles #i love. music

[legion1227]

The Goo Goo Dolls: Chaos In Bloom Review

So to me, and I feel like others might relate, I was only really familiar with The Goo Goo Dolls with their massive hit "Iris." Goo Goo Dolls dropped on April 1st, 1998. Probably one of the best April Fool's gifts the world could get. "Iris" was and still is their biggest hit. I'm especially partial to the pop-rock classic. It was one of the songs I can vaguely remember dominating the radio during the 2000s. Personally, it's somewhere on my list for one of my favorite songs of all time.

"Chaos in Bloom" is Goo Goo Dolls' latest album, which dropped back on August 12th this year. "Chaos in Bloom" is the first full album I've heard of theirs, and for the most part, I like it. It's an easy listen for something that comes at nearly 40 minutes. Lead singer John Rzeznik has a soothing voice that works for half the project. Just like with the vocals, the project is instrumentally sound as well. It starts strong with a cute love ballad like "Yeah, I like you" and keeps momentum with the second track, "War." Though, the third track loses steam for me. "Save Me From Myself" isn't as intriguing, with a chorus that doesn't quite stand out.

But among the ten tracks, my absolute favorite is "Day After day." "Day after Day" is the one song I like possibly as much as "Iris." The verses start with a low croon of Rzeznik's voice before he bellows out for the choruses. It scratches my brain in just the right way. Perhaps if other lesser songs like "Past Mistakes" and "Superstar" were like "Day After Day," I'd appreciate the album as a whole more. There aren't any songs here I'd say are bad, but I would say half the songs are weak and/or forgettable.

As the first album I've heard from them, I'd say it's solid. I prefer shorter albums that don't overstay their welcome, and this works fine. It could be better, but I will say it's worth listening to if you haven't already and are a fan of pop or alternative rock.

If I had to give an arbitrary rating of numerical value, I'd go 3/5.

#music #music review #goo goo dolls #review

[detectivedavies]

just another manic monday | self para.

Dark lashes clouded her vision, shadows slowly blurring into focus with only the early morning light filtering through her window to give any sort of sense of clarity. It was dreamlike, peaceful, even; that hair-split second of half slumber, before the blaring in her ears finally registered, the sound of her alarm feeling even more vicious and voracious than some of the monsters in this town.

Shit. Back springing straight up in bed, and her feet swung to the floor. Shit, shit, shit! Her jacket was still sprawled loosely over her shoulders from the night before, Moira unwilling to give up the lure of fresh air from an open window even with the dangers lurking in the dead of night. Besides, she wagered she had enough sigils in this place to prevent most uninvited guests from waltzing right in. That would have to be enough for her unquiet mind. Dwelling on the ‘what if’s of life hadn’t gotten her anywhere in the seven years of losing him, she wasn’t about to let that unknown perpetrator rob her of her last shred of sanity, too. Still. It was the not knowing that scratched at her brain and gnawed at her chest, even if she would regularly, emphatically act as if it didn’t. As if everything was normal.

But it wasn’t. Not even close. Why else would she be hopping one legged pulling on a single boot while shimmying towards the door, banging herself head first against the doorframe followed by a chorus of expletives entirely too loud for walls this thin. Scattered notes and printed articles littered her bed behind her, the bottle of flavored Svedka that she had to thank for her belated morning tipped sideways and empty on the floor. No time to take a wistful look back (or even a semi-responsible glance to make sure she didn’t forget anything) before leaving, but all that would’ve been seen by hers or any other pair of eyes was a symposium of ghosts. 

That, of course, was nothing compared to the actual ghosts. And monsters. Some of which she knew, others which were only legend to her, but she made sure to acquire the help of a spellcaster that specialized in protection magic to litter her otherwise barren loft with plenty of protection sigils, tokens, runes, spells, whatever was necessary to ward off the darkness, and all the things that lurked inside of it. There was a time when she might’ve been more forgiving and less quick to generalize, but that part of herself got smaller and smaller every passing day that went not knowing what really happened. Monster. Death. Tragedy. The knowledge she didn’t have, and the knowledge she did that was almost worse. She hadn’t been there to protect him. She, who had gone to such great lengths to introduce him into her world, dispelling carefully glamoured illusions for him and conjuring up his favorite smells and even letting him relive their first date through the sounds in her memory. There was a day he’d asked about truth spells and she’d begrudgingly obliged in the most minor of incantations, meant to only last a very short time, but in those six minutes and forty-two seconds she’d never heard the words I love you spoken so freely and frequently to her.

Her insides twisted with a deep, sharp pang. That was a long time ago. Before she’d given up frivolous magic in lieu of bettering herself, much to the confusion and chagrin of her family, who were all proficient manipulators both in and outside of their magic, hailing from a long ancient line of witches. And yet, all that power hadn’t been enough to save the best friend she’d ever had, the one who was more like family to her than they ever had been. 

The bright, fluorescent lights of the police station were a welcome change from the endless inner chasm of her thoughts plaguing her as she’d driven the road from downtown to Deersprings. The migraine was only just now settling in, but it was enough to force her back into the present day, and for that, she was almost grateful as she slid into her desk chair across from her partner who was so intently staring at her for what she could only assume was blatant annoyance at her late arrival. 

Almost grateful.

#p #// yes okay this was my writing sample from my app I was just proud of it and also wanted to see how posts looked ;_;