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thesearchforbluejello · 1 year

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With the popularity of Ted Lasso, I'm genuinely just so glad that we got such a phenomenal show that has made an impact on so many people, and of course now we've also gotten the first season of Shrinking, which also knocked it out of the park.

But I still mourn Whiskey Cavalier every time I watch an episode of either of those.

There hasn't been a whole lot of tv I've actually enjoyed in the past several years, and these three feel like an absolute trifecta, but WC feels like the holy ghost at this point because there is SO MUCH of it in Ted Lasso and Shrinking-- it's so many of the same writers/directors/producers, but they're also just so similar right to their foundations. All three interrogate tv tropes and relationships (of all kinds!!!!!) and mental health through comedy, and Ted Lasso and Whiskey Cavalier actually interrogate an entire genre. I'd say that WC is more on that side than Ted Lasso even is, because although they definitely interrogate some of the tropes of sports fiction (toxic masculinity, anyone?), WC actually parodies spy fiction while playing itself as straight.

It just makes me absolutely feral to think about what more of Whiskey Cav would have looked like. A second season? A third? The development of the show from the original(-ish, one of the drafts) pilot to what was actually filmed shows so much growth and an acknowledgement that they could really work with what they had-- it turned from a show about a guy (hence the name) to a show about an entire team. Frankie took the spot as the second main character with Will once they cast Lauren Cohan (I don't think that happened before she was cast but I may be wrong) and another character was completely rewritten into Jai when Vir Das was cast. They had an entire plan for how to flip the TV trope of the will-they-won't-they relationship to a how-will-they-make-it-work relationship!!!!!! It would have been so good!!!!!! The amount of character development we got in just one season was far above and beyond anything else I've seen besides Ted Lasso and Shrinking, and honestly I think more actually happened specifically because they didn't have the assurance of more seasons (good thing they didn't assume, I guess) to build on things like the Ted Lasso Method™ but they still managed to do it without rushing it.

Honestly I feel like I could make a venn diagram of how all three of these shows all overlap and it would be hilarious. Excellent theme songs by well known artists without it feeling cheap? ✅✅✅ Excellent episodic music by well known artists also without it feeling cheap? ✅✅✅ Really well executed character development for ALL of the characters? ✅✅✅ Interrogation of tv tropes? ✅✅✅ More specifically, hilariously camp villains who still manage to take advantage of tropes to work? ✅✅ Incredibly well developed character relationships OF ALL KINDS that don't all hinge on only one romantic relationship as the centerpoint of everything? ✅✅✅ Queer characters who don't exist for the butt of a joke or solely as token queer characters? ✅✅✅ Every line is delivered with perfect comedic (or dramatic) delivery and timing? ✅✅✅

Anyway, this has been a barely coherent and very meandering way of saying that the fact that ABC put the episodes out of order really screwed things up, but Whiskey Cav really hit its stride there with the second half of season one and absolutely nailed the vibe they'd been working towards with the foundational episodes that came before them, and I just get SO ANGRY when I watch Ted Lasso and Shrinking despite the fact that they're both so good and I enjoy them so much because it makes me think about just how good a second (and third, damn it) season of Whiskey Cavalier would have been.

#also Christa Miller ✅✅#there are live five people still on this entire platform who care at all about wc but it's just permanently close to my heart #also do not @ me about queer characters in wc Frankie literally talks about being queer IN MULTIPLE EPISODES #they all also said during a live tweet that she's queer but word of god isnt the same as canon #but it is also canon so #and ray literally talks about a guy he's flirting with and I do not want to hear a word about it being an 'accident'#another reason that I'm mad we didn't get to have s2 is because we didn't get a chance to have it spoon fed to people who #weren't paying attention or didn't want to believe it #like all the people watching ted lasso who said we didn't have any queer characters in it??????#keely and colin were queer the entire time folks it was made quite apparent #trent was less obvious but they pointed out keely and colin well without hanging up a sign the side of the believe poster #to draw attention to it #do I think it should have been more important sooner? sure #but they waited to fully explore it until it was part of the narrative #once keely wasn't with roy (which made sense to happen while she was at richmond) and once #colin and trent are in the same space at Richmond #anyway that's not the point of this post it's just making me mad right now because I keep seeing it #representation is really important but at the same time having characters who we expect to announce that #they're queer loud and up front creates really unreasonable expectations for real people to do the same #but ANYWAY #jo says things

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floraflow · 16 years

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I don’t care if monday’s blue

I had a good day, I think! Idk it was kinda weird TBH...

Sooooooo first of all, I should of NEVER let Carmen watch Pan’s Labyrinth. I could tell she was genuinely scared of the Pale Man, but afterwards I asked if she was scared and she was like, “NOPE I LOVED IT!” but later that night, after we had gone to bed, I heard her clamber down from the top bunk, then she poked me and asked if she could sleep with me cuz she was indeed scared. I said yeah, but she tossed and turned ALL night SMH... #bigsisterprobs

Anywaysssss SCHOOL.

Choir was slightly torturous. Christa Fuller smiled at me and I smiled back but was too nervous to actually talk to her. And the fact that I could feel Gen Ericson’s eyes burning into the back of my head all class period didn’t help my nerves. When the bell mercifully rang, I bolted to the cafeteria for lunch. Lunch, of course, is my LEAST favorite part of the school day, as I don’t really have any friends. Normally, I like to pack my own lunch so then I don’t even have to go to the cafeteria and I can just find an unoccupied nook somewhere and eat all by myself. But because of the Carma situation, I slept in a lil’ and didn’t have time to make one. I considered just not eating at all and retiring to my aforementioned nook, but I’m glad I chose to go to the cafeteria that day cuz something cool happened:

There I was, sitting on the outskirts, munching on carrots, reading a book, pretending James wasn’t in the same room as me, as per usual, when I saw someone sauntering up to me. I looked up nervously, praying it wasn’t Gen or Bradley, and my prayers were (kinda) answered cuz instead it was Christa standing before me, holding her lunch tray.

Unnecessarily long story short: Christa invited me to sit with her and the POPULAR girls! I half-wondered if she was doing it out of pity, cuz she bore witness to how epic of a fail Friday’s party was for me. But I couldn’t say no. I sat with them. The light from the stained glass windows at the center of cafeteria pouring onto us, like we were ANGELS or something. I did my best to avoid making eye contact with Gen who didn’t look particularly pleased (in fact, she looked downright PISSED, but whether that was cuz of her fight with Bradley, or my presence at the lunch table, I couldn’t say). Christa introduced me to everyone and thankfully, they didn’t ask me anything so I just had to smile and nod along while they had their own convos.

The whole time, I could sense James behind me, at the popular boys table. Like me, he wasn’t always in the cafeteria for lunch, and when he was, he usually had his earbuds in, listening to his iPod. This was the case today. It made me wish I had an iPod, so I could tune out the world too...

When guitar class came around, I considered skipping it. I have never skipped class IN. MY. LIFE. In fact, I’ve never even been LATE to class. But the thought of being in such close proximity with James, having to pretend I wasn’t stressing out, was REALLY stressing me out.

I gathered all my courage and walked into the classroom and went to my seat with my head down. I didn’t even want to know what James’ reaction (or worse, lack thereof) would be. But when I got to my seat I was surprised to see it was occupied... by my ratty, old tennis shoes.

Obviously, this flustered me a bit. I quickly sat down, my face getting hot. He didn’t even have the balls or decency to give them back to me himself? As class started, I scrambled to put the shoes in my backpack, when I noticed a piece of folded up notebook paper sticking out of one shoe. I opened it discreetly and to my surprise, it read:

“Sorry about Friday. Can I have a do-over? I promise I’ll put my best foot forward this time :)”

I could feel my face flush. How UNBELIEVABLY CUTE, right???? I’m so glad all we had to do today was listen to ppl do their final guitar solos, cuz I’m not sure I would be able to keep my hands from shaking enough to play any guitar myself. Why was I shaking? Why am I like this??? Idk! But I took a deep breath and turned the note over and wrote:

“Sure”

At the end of class, I coolly walked up to James and gave him the note, careful not to appear too giddy, then I walked away.

Because I couldn’t help myself, I discreetly glanced behind me and saw James looking at the note and smiling that hearstopping half-smile.

Because I couldn’t help myself, I smiled too. Like an idiot. For the rest of the day. It’s on me as we speak.

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#diary #christa was right #james really is a catch #who says catch anymore #OMFG #why am i literally 60 years old #oh well #teeheeheeheehee #when I told ana about the note she thought I was lying LMAO #she was like “pics or it didnt happen” xD xD

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danifesting · 10 months

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#we're having a time of it over here besties #my cat first ate something he shouldn't and needed it removed #and then he started over grooming which the first vet thought was anxiety and he had to be on a cone while we waited for the prozac to worm #**work #well the prozac never worked #so the next vet said this is very clearly an allergic reaction likely to like one single flea he picked up while in the vet hospital #so they gave him a cortisone shot and an antibiotic shot because he found a way to continue to groom himself in the cone #so now we're stuck in the cone until hopefully the cortisone kicks in (1 week)#but now he's going ro the bathroom outside the litter box #and yesterday he laid in it #and now hes had 2 baths but he still sp #*still smells like pee #so he is going to have to get ANOTHER bath tomorrow #and he is so sad in the cone #and I am so sad that he is so sad #but he can't be trusted not to overgroom #and I have been dealing with a lot of this by myself because christa so frequently works until 8 or 9 #and then they like get up with just enough time to get to work (normally fine they do all their stuff after i go to be)#**bed #but all of the cat care and vet visits have been solo and it's just really taking a toll on me #to always be the bad guy #at least the cat is letting me bathe him #he's just so resigned to his fate at this point he goes along with whatever

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8siangemini · 9 months

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Sneakers

Earth 42 Miles x Reader

Summary: You spend the day hanging out with your friends at the mall when a fine ass boy notices your shoes.

Author’s Note: Just a little idea I had since I myself are a big sneaker head 🤓 just something cute and flirty

You and your group of seven friends had been spending your day at the mall. All of your had a bag or two in your hands until you all agreed to go to the floor court to finally get some lunch. Once you all found a table big enough to seat all of you you all went off to divide and conquer to see what foods we all wanted. You and two of your friends, Devin and Christa, went over to the wings place.

You all stood looking up at the menu with your arms crossed. You looked down from the menu for a second and catch a glimpse of a pair of shoes a few feet next to you. A pair of purple Air Jordan 1’s, the same ones you were wearing. You look back and forth at your feet and the mystery person and smile slightly.

‘How serendipitous.’ You thought to yourself.

The feet began to move forward towards the register. You follow where the feet connect, gray sweatpants, white tank top, muscular arms, and you were met with the back of a head with two braids down his collar. You huff in frustration that you could not see his face. By his height and physique you could make out he was around your age.

You stood behind him, waiting in line, and once he finished ordering you quickly looked up at him. Damn he’s fine. Chiseled face, full lips, and slender eyes. You quickly look away before he could catch you and go up to order. Once you finished ordering you began to pull out your card.

“Oh actually,” The cashier spoke up. “That dude actually paid for your meal.”

He points behind you and you follow his finger. You saw Air Jordan boy with one of his friends as he crossed his arms and smirked slightly at you.

“Oh ok,” You say to the cashier as you put your card away and he handed you the receipt. “Thank you.”

You begin walking towards the boy who says something to his friend before he goes walking off somewhere, leaving just you and him. He looks at you up and down as you approach him.

“Thank you for paying for me, sneakers.” You thank him with a small smile.

He looks down at his shoes and then your shoes. A small chuckle leaves his lips as he looks back down at you with a smirk.

“Well look at that.” He takes another scan over your body. “Well, I was wondering that since I paid for your food,” he begins taking out his phone from his pocket. “I could get your number, pretty girl.”

You smirk at his boldness with a slight heat to your face. You take his phone into your hand and create a new contact in his phone, making your name ‘Pretty Girl 🥴’ in his phone.

“You bold bold pretty boy,” you smirk and hand back his phone. “I like that.”

He takes back his phone as he gently grazes your hand. He looks down at looks at your contact name. He bites down on his bottom lip and smiles slightly as he looks at you through his eyebrows.

‘Oh my god he is so fine’

“And what is pretty girl’s name?” Mystery boy asks.

“You don’t needa know my name if you gon just call me pretty girl.” You flirted.

You liked this thing that you and this boy had going on. You two flirting back and forth. Usually you rarely flirted with guys that were cocky and if they weren’t and you were the one to make the move you they were too flustered to play your game. But this boy he carried himself with confidence and had things to back it up. He was handsome, had great style, and tall.

The boy shrugs with his lip pouting slightly. You smile, showing your teeth slightly.

“(Y/n).” You reply.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He takes your hand into his and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckle gently. “Miles.”

You smile at his boldness as he looks up at you through his eyebrows.

“Miles” you let his name roll off your tongue.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #spider man across the spider verse #spider man #spiderman #miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #earth 42 miles morales

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kyoukamybeloved · 6 months

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Chuuya looked at his face, then broke out into laughter. “You really are the worst. Don't let your plan fail and kill us both or I'll kill you, Dazai.” Dazai laughed as well. “Sounds good. Let's go, Chuuya.”

soukoku webweaves: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8

creds:

normal people - Sally Rooney// I know the end - Phoebe Bridgers// Part II - Paramore// the song of Achilles - Madeline Miller// art by @taxolotl// bloodsport - Yves Olade// please stay - Lucy Dacus// the night we met - lord huron// unicorn - Angela Carter// art by @thornedarrow// I set it in stone - Venetta Octavia// panel from bsd: beast drawn by Sango Harukawa// He Held Radical Light: the Art of Faith, the Faith of Art - Christian Wiman// eat your young - Hozier// never love an anchor - the crane wives// spring, the apple trees at olema - Robert Hass// the notebook// art by @taxolotl// Joan Tierney// snow and dirty rain - Richard Siken// house of hunger - Alexis Henderson// the moon will sing - the crane wives// waiting room - Phoebe Bridgers// I had a dream about you - Richard Siken// art by @marrewis// phlebotomy, as told by the blood - Torrin A. Greathouse// art by @twilicidity// Cassandra - Christa Wolf// rejoice - Julien Baker// take me to church - Hozier// the encounter - Louise Gluck// art by @yomeiu// a garden, swallower - Lyric Hunter// alone with you in the ether - Olivie Blake// allies or enemies - the crane wives// like real people - Hozier// strawberry moon - Franny Choi// official bsd art by Sango Harukawa// until is started choking on our memories - Tina Tran// art from @/mizumoe_ on twitter// Pavana Reddy// art by @carrotkicks // Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach// cosmic hero - car seat headrest// born to die - Lana del Rey// Giovanni’s Room - James Baldwin//

consider this your halloween treat ;)

tagging lovers of this series (thank you sm for all your love) :

@philzokman @dinosaur-mayonnaise @amagami-hime @vivid-vices @bunglegaydogs @vinylbiohazard @underthetree845 @ghostsinacoat @lotus-reblogs @zamxii @themultifandomdisaster @whiteapplesandblackblood @i-eat-mold @gorotic @sigskk @pastel-paramour @the-gayest-sky-kid @galaxitic @shroombunnies @homuncvlus @sommmee @oatmilkbasic @ricelover888 @jacuzziwaters @thesunshinebard @evermorehypewoman

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graceraindrops-blog · 3 months

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How much of a terrible mom was Cordelia? A full explanation.

It's a shame that the first post of my blog is dedicated to a rather ''interesting'' take @yuikomorii showed me, but taking into account that I've done my research involving the mothers, I find it a perfect opportunity to make a full explanation of Cordelia's abusive behavior.

Before I start, I would like to talk about why Cordelia acted the way she did (I AM NOT JUSTIFYING HER ACTIONS).

We know that Cordelia's father was neglectful towards her after the death of her mother which made her lack the ability to understand love.

Karlheinz manipulated Cordelia into marrying him and giving him children FORCEFULLY (because Cordelia did not want to have children). He also convinced Cordelia that it was okay for her to have many lovers and to have sexual relationships with FAMILY members

Cordelia's abusive behavior towards the triplets also comes over the fact of her jealousy and obsession with Karlheinz and surpassing Beatrix and Christa.

Getting this out of the way I will now start explaining why Cordelia was NOT a good mother despite her traumas.

It's not strange to view Cordelia negatively if she's one of the antagonists of the franchise. NEVER did Diabolik lovers ever paint Cordelia as a good person and constantly tell us about how shitty she was towards her children and how much it affected them.

2. I'm not denying the fact that around those times parenting was more strict, however, you're forgetting that Cordelia didn't just slap, ground, or yell at her children, she put intense waves of pressure on Ayato, and drowned him, she sexually abused Laito, manipulated him and groomed him when he was a KID, forced Kanato to sing until he bled and made him watch her have intercourse with other men. This was the abuse the triplets went through until they finally had enough and attempted to kill Cordelia, which they succeeded.

3. Yes, it's true that Beatrix wouldn't give the triplets much attention or love, she would probably neglect them due to not being her biological children and belonging to her rival, however, Beatrix WOULD NEVER do the messed up stuff Cordelia did. Yes, she was a terrible mother to Shu and Reiji, yet she would've never stepped down at Cordelia's level.

4. A normal mother doesn't drown and threaten her child due to personal issues, A normal mother doesn't sexually abuse her child and grooms him to make him depend on her, and a normal mother doesn't force her child to watch her have sex with men and doesn't use his singing voice to get horny. If she was an affectionate mother ayato wouldn't have found the need to HIDE himself from her and the triplets wouldn't have considered killing her.

5. I would also like to add, that no matter how badly influenced Cordelia was, and no matter how much childhood trauma she went through, that would never be a justification for the way she treated her children. This does not only apply to Cordelia, this applies to every character and to real people as well. It's a reason why they behave that way, but never a justification. Also, Cordelia doing the bare minimum and behaving like an actual mother for a few moments does not mean she cares about her children. I don't think this is explicitly told, but I believe in those particular scenes she's grooming Kanato to become dependent on her like she did with Laito and Ayato.

6. ''She never spoke that way to her children'' I'm sorry but I have to laugh?? I would've understood if you were an anime only (not really) but taking into account that you do know about the games this is really really wrong lol. I don't why it's difficult to understand that Cordelia didn't love her children. Cordelia is such a bad mother that when she was resurrected in Ayato's DF route, she didn't even apologize to him or to his siblings, and yet he still forgave her! She even told Ayato to APOLOGIZE to her and continued to insult him

(Credits to @dialovers-translations)

I understand (I think everyone in the fandom does) that Cordelia had her reasons to behave this way (childhood trauma and manipulation) but that doesn't excuse her actions. I don't agree with people hating on Cordelia and loving Karlheinz but I also don't agree with people defending Cordelia and saying she did nothing wrong when she did.

Cordelia isn't a black-and-white character and she's not a bad character either, she's very well-written for her purpose (an antagonist) but she's not a good person or mother. She never regretted what she did and if she was still alive during HDB she would've still been abusive to the triplets.

This is my problem with morally grey characters/Evil characters. They can't exist in media if people ignore their wrongdoings and actions and try to justify said actions. I'm not saying that they shouldn't exist but I'm tired of people painting them as good people or justifying their actions when their whole purpose as a character is to show that they're not good people and their actions are/were wrong.

To finish off the post I would like to say that I love Cordelia's character and I consider her to be one of the best-written characters in Diabolik Lovers. In my opinion, I would've liked to know more about her in further games but even if I feel this way about her I don't justify her actions and that's something we should all do. I'm glad the fandom no longer justifies the actions of the characters (with some obvious exceptions). And even if I like Cordelia as a character I don't shame others for not liking her, at the end of the day she was a horrible person lol.

#diabolik lovers #cordelia sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #beatrix sakamaki #christa sakamaki #karlheinz sakamaki

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teddyeyeseddie · 9 months

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The Cherrywood Motel

rockstar!eddie x reader

warnings: drug use, general rockstar lifestyle

(a/n- rockstar eddie? housekeeper reader? sign me up! thank you @lofaewrites for looking this over for me, my beta forever ✨ I have two more parts for this, it may be longer we shall see!)

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The smell of bleach invades your nostrils as you push through the laundry room of The Cherrywood Motel. Your uniform skims across your thighs, the baby blue ribbon cinching your waist flowing easily behind you. You run into a few co-workers, older ladies that have worked for the family for years. Each woman bids you a soft good morning as you collect the linens you would be needing for the day.

You load up your cart and push out into the cold crisp fall. It’s nearing 10 o’clock, checkout time coming in a hurry as you watch the parking lot before you fill with guests packing their cars to leave.

You push to your first room when the clock hits 10:15. You’d given the occupants more than enough time to leave, so you’re not really worried about bothering a guest.

You knock several times on the door, no answer coming from the other side. You knock once more, just to be sure. Silence. You take out your key and begin opening the door when suddenly it swings open.

On the opposite side of the door stands a tall, lean, beautiful man. He has inky black tattoos creeping up his arms, the dark contrast on the skin drawing your eyes to anywhere and everywhere on the man’s body.

“It’s’ 10 o’clock, what do you want, sweets?” The man groans as he holds back the long brown hairs that have slipped from the bun resting atop his head.

“S’ actually time to check out?” you say as if its a question, the man's eyes widen comically as he rushes back inside. He closes the door in your face but returns moments later with a shirt on and clunky Dr. Martens on his feet.

“Came in so fucked last night I must’ve only paid for one night,” he mumbles to himself as he makes his way back to the main office to settle his predicament.

You’re left in a daze, the beautiful man leaving a lingering tingle in your heart. He was just so pretty.

You were used to pretty men but not pretty like this man. You lived in a small town outside of Nashville, too many wannabe cowboys and country stars for your taste. You’d managed to meet a few nice men in your small town, but nothing that ever stuck. But he, he stuck with you. You remember his big brown eyes, smudged with eyeliner, his tattooed abdomen, his impossibly long fingers and even the way he smelled. It left you speechless outside of your next room, eyes scanning the expanse between his room and the office.

Just as you’re about to peek into the motel room, you see him walk out of the office. He flashes you a smile and holds something up in his hands. You squint and see it's a pair of keys, you squint a little harder and notice the unfamiliar yellow keychain adorning the set. You send him back a smile and continue with your work, making the beds in the muggy room, scrubbing toilets and leaving complimentary soaps on each pillow.

It wasn’t glamorous work, you weren’t exactly busting at the seams when someone asked you what you did for a living. But, it paid your bills and paid them well.

You mindlessly hum to the radio as you finish up mopping the bathroom in your final room of the day. You carefully fold up the extra towels once you're finished mopping. You wipe your hands off on the skirt of your uniform before rolling up the cord to your vacuum. You place everything back on your cart, rolling it down past the man’s old room which now lay empty.

You park your cart and make your way to the breakroom, pushing inside and plopping down across from your co-worker, Christa.

“Can you believe Eddie Munson is here?” You cock your head to the side, confusion evident on your face as you look at your friend. You get up from your place at the table, walking to the vending machine and admiring your choices as Christa drones on.

“You know Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson? Dropped out of highschool to form the most metal band of the century? Does that ring any bells?” She questions as she watches you fish dimes out of the pocket of your skirt.

“I listen to Bowie and Kate Bush, I dont think I’m the one to be asking about metal,” you respond, pushing the coins into the machine and mindlessly punching in the number you always do. A-3.

“He’s got like, gorgeous long brown hair? Loads of tattoos?” she continues to pry, she knows you’re familiar when your cheeks burn red.

“AHA! You do know who I’m talking about!” she yells, rushing you to sit back down so she can hear all about it.

You throw your treat on the table before you and take your seat back across from Christa.

“I uh- woke him up this morning,” you state, a little shy to be talking about a customer so freely.

“He answered the door all confused. He wanted to know why I was waking him up at 10 and I told him it was time to check out. So he freaks and rushes to the office after getting dressed. Nothing really special,” you shrug your shoulders as you play with the wrapper of the Hostess cupcake in front of you.

Christa shrieks at your words, fanning herself as she imagines herself in your shoes.

“So he was shirtless?” she questions. You offer her a small nod. She squeals even louder, an older lady who works in the laundry rooming shushing you two as she microwaves her dinner.

“I saw him again, after that,” you state matter of factly.

“He had a new key, had a yellow keychain?” you open the dessert in your hand and take a bite.

“Yellow?” Christa Questions. You nod as you chew, Christmas mouth dropping as you confirm her question.

“That's the long term room,”

You leave the break room that evening with your mind whirling, surely he only wanted the room for the additional features. There was no way Eddie Munson would stay at The Cherrywood for that long.

You’re walking to your car that is parked behind the office, shuffling with your keys. You spot a small ember to your right, you turn your head towards the source of the light and see Eddie Munson staring at you, his face lit by the Camel he is smoking. He gives you a small salute as you slip into your car, you only offer him a shy smile in return.

You drive home that night with the smell of cigarettes lingering on your clothes, your mind swooning at the imagine of his stubbly face lit by a cig. You toss and turn that night in your small apartment, the image of those brown eyes bore into your mind every time you tried to close your eyes.

The next morning you sneak into the main office where the small continental breakfast is offered. You sneak past your boss to the coffee station, pouring yourself a heaping cup before turning to walk to the sugar station. As you’re turning around, you collide with a firm body, expletives fly as does the coffee in your hand, sending it straight down your uniform, warm liquid causing your thin uniform skirt to cling to your stomach and thighs.

“Shit- m sorry sweets,” the man you now know at Eddie kindly offers, “Wasn’t even payin attention,” You look up at him, frowning when you see his beautiful brown eyes are hidden by dark round frames.

“Probably cause of these,” You mumble as you reach your hand up to take the glasses off his face. You’re met with those brown eyes that filled your dreams the night prior. There’s still eyeliner smudged under his eyes, the dark presence bringing out the golden flecks in his eyes. You frown when you really begin to study his face, his nose is dry and cracked, the skin around the nostril irritated and puffy. His eyes are rimmed red, like a permanent kiss of tears. His hair disheveled and heaping on top of his head.

Eddie’s heart pangs when he sees you recoil at the sight of him, he averts his eyes and reaches for his glasses. You snatch your hand away, looking up at him.

“S’ just you're too pretty for that, Eddie,” You fold the glasses up in your hand before gently placing them in the palm of Eddie’s, you turn on your heels and rush to your first clean of the day, successfully locking yourself in the room before Eddie can find you.

Eddie curses to himself when he watches you walk, no run away. You leave him there bewildered, not quite sure what to do. He wanted to run and explain that he’s trying, trying to be better. He wants to tell you it was just one line but everyone who knows him knows that’s bullshit. One line is never one line with Eddie Munson.

It’s one line, two lines, a random fuck, three lines, four lines, a broken chair, five lines a broken tv, 6 lines and somehow he wakes up naked in his guest bedroom. It's a shot for shot, line for line, cut throat kind of party when Eddie Munson is around.

But now, standing here, he has this itch inside him, one he has never even entertained scratching in his years to fame. This want to actually do better and this need to prove to you that this isn't the Eddie Munson the world cracks him out to be.

His second day there, he finds your cart and places an old Metallica t-shirt on your cart with a little note, “Sorry I dumped your coffee all over you :( xx”

You giggle at the sloppy handwriting, you smile when you see him across the courtyard of the small motel. He sends you a wink which causes you to blush furiously. He lets out a small chuckle at your obvious flustered demeanor. He tries to wave you over but you’re quick to scurry in another direction, off to another clean.

His third day there he stops at your cart when you’re leaving your last clean of the day.

“Hey uh- I need?” He trails off as he looks around your cart, eyes lighting up when he sees the extra complimentary soaps on your cart, “SOAP! I need more soap,”

You look at him quizzically, head cocking to the side as he lets out a nervous laugh. You simply reach for the soap and hand him some, smiling slightly when your hands touch.

“Names Eddie,” he says softly.

“I know,” You respond, eyes never meeting his as you walk away towards the breakroom.

His fourth day there he is bound to know your name, he even stops Christa to try and wiggle it out of her.

“She- she's really pretty?” Christa’s eyebrows raise, knowing exactly who he is talking about.

“She always wears little white keds, with the ruffle socks?” Christa nods, crossing her arms over her chest as she weighs the benefits of revealing any information to Eddie.

“I just wanna know her name..” he mumbles, pleading eyes looking down at her.

“Think she’s gonna have to tell you that one,” Christa pats his thigh before heading to her car, she bids Eddie a soft goodnight and drives away, leaving him alone and wondering all about who you are.

His fifth day there, you’re standing in the middle of the office, suitcases all around you. You’re flustered and upset talking to your boss.

He’s watching from the outside, sitting by his door smoking a cigarette. Your boss rounds the counter, grabbing some of the bags before leading you to the room next to Eddie’s, the other long-term stay.

You pass by him without a word, your boss simply offering him a nod of his head as he passes him. Your boss lets you into the room, giving you a quick hug assuring you everything would be okay.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s as you go to shut the door, he offers you a small smile that you softly return but shut the door quickly so as to not start any conversation. You were over the night and you dont think your poor brain could handle another dose of being rewired by Eddie Munson.

Your apartment had flooded, ruining much of the furniture you owned but sparing your more beloved pieces. Your boss agreed to let you stay in the other long-term as long as you were willing to help extra in the laundry room in the mornings. You agreed, thankful you had such a wonderful work family around you.

You unpack your bags slowly, the night wearing on you. You check the clock and see that it is nearing 1am. Your boss has given you the day off tomorrow so you were excited to get to sleep in. As you lay your head on the pillow you hear a soft voice bleeding through the wall behind your head.

“Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns, like rum on the fire

Hot and fast and angry as she can be

I walk my days on a wire”

You hear the same words over and over, different inflections and notes flooding through the walls. If it was anyone else, it’d drive you crazy. But knowing it’s Eddie, it makes your heart skip a beat. You feel like he’s there, singing just for you, putting on a show for you that no one else can see or hear.

You fall asleep like that, the perfected verse softly bleeding into the room, the twang of guitar accompanying the words comforting you.

You wake the next morning with a crick in your neck, you slowly roll out of bed heading towards the shower in hopes the heat will soothe your aching muscles. You hop in as soon as it is warm enough, letting the water aid the painkillers you had just taken. Once you’re through with your shower, you slowly climb out and wrap a towel around your exposed body, heading back to the main room to get dressed for the day.

You settle for a soft skirt and Eddie’s Metallica shirt, you shove on your Keds and make your way out the door, shrieking immediately when you open the door to find Eddie Munson standing there.

“Shit! M’ sorry sweets.. Was just gonna knock and see if you wanted anything from town,” he soothes, hands coming to rest on your tense shoulders. Once you finally calm down a bit, you’re able to respond.

“Was just going to town myself,” you reply, smoothing out your skirt and looking down at the ground.

“I could take you?” he questions, eyes hopeful as they cast onto you. You switch your weight from foot to foot, contemplating the idea of being so close to Eddie for so long. You look back at his eyes, his usual unsure eyes filled with hope.

“O-okay but I’ll drive,” you respond, looking up at him, cheeks burning at the smirk that plays on his face.

“Sure thing sweets,” he rasps, turning to lock his door. He’s wearing baggy blue jeans, reebok sneakers and a shirt that barely rides up his tummy. His hair is pulled up on top of his head, bangs framing his face.

He follows you to your car, a baby blue ford fiesta. You loved your car, it was relatively new and oh so cute. Eddie smiles upon seeing it, whistling as he approaches the door.

“Mmm cute car for a cute girl,” he says with a grin, ducking into your car. He buckles his seatbelt, sniffling as he does so. Your heart breaks for a moment, knowing just what was going on.

You stay silent during the car ride, the odd sniffle breaking the silence here and there. You arrive at your local grocery store, turning your car off once you park. Eddie pushes his sunglasses up his nose, adjusting his bangs before exiting the car.

You round the car, making your way inside, Eddie right next to you the whole time. You browse the aisles looking for the things you need, stopping and picking up a treat here and there. You’re at checkout when you spot the Hostess cupcakes, your hand reaching out for a chocolate one but a hand is quicker than yours. Your hand meets the top of Eddies but you quickly pull it away when you feel the cold of his hands.

“Sorry-” you mumble as you place your items on the belt before you.

“S’ okay. Here,” he hands you a pack of cupcakes, smiling at you before grabbing another pack for himself.

You both buy your respective items, Eddie taking your paper bag, carrying one in both arms. He puts them in the back of your car, settling in next to you in the passenger seat.

“Listen- I know I’m kind of intimidating and I’m sure you’ve looked into who I am, but that's not really me…” he tries to offer. You stay silent before taking a deep breath in.

“E-eddie, I know people crack you up to be crazy and you haven’t shown me that. But..”

Eddie winces, preparing for what words come out of your mouth next.

“I- I can see it. In your eyes, some semblance of truth,” you stare up at him for a while, his hands coming to take off his sunglasses to reveal those beautiful red-rimmed eyes.

“S’ part of the lifestyle sweets,” he rasps, smirking but letting it fall when he sees how unamused you are.

“Doesn’t have to be..”

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