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islandofsages · 3 months

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hi can i request the first year gang and Ortho asking m!yuu who can sing and play guitar to sing a song from his world (any song you like or want to write) because they are curious about what songs from yuu's world are like.

characters: first years x male yuu

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, fic + imagines format; mentions of vil and malleus

warnings: none

author's notes: you guys sure like your first years huh?? also i forgot grim technically counts so i wrote him in lol,, plus i just wanted to :D

Another school day, another raucous scene in the cafeteria. You’re used to it at this point obviously. Your friend group is one noisy clique but you wouldn’t have it any other way. That day in particular, you brought your guitar along with you, in case you get bored as the day passes by (which is a likely possibility). It’s currently the topic of your friend’s conversation right now and has been for the past few minutes. You only chew your lunch, pretending to feel indifferent, but you’re amused beyond anything by their debates - and their attempts to get you to play it.

“C’monnnn, don’t be such a spoilsport! You brought it with you, you might as well play it!”

Ace urges, pushy as always. He makes a good point but you still shake your head at him. He pouts at your response.

“For once, I actually agree with him… C’mon, Yuu, pretty please?”

Epel chimes in, weaponizing his looks and the charisma classes Vil’s been pressuring him in. It almost convinces you but you refuse to surrender, just because sparkles twinkled out of someone as they bat their eyelashes cutely. Nuh-uh, no siree.

No, nothing will make you surrender… except if your friends would actually let you finish your damn food. You say this out loud and a silence fills the table for a few moments. They mutter apologies under their breaths as you exhale through your nose, satisfied with their response.

Once you actually finish eating, they almost immediately start to hound you to start playing. And by hounding, it’s mostly them watching you curiously and expectantly. You sigh and finally, pick up your guitar to fulfill your promise. They start to cheer but then with a look from you, they calm back down.

Inhale. Exhale. Your fingers start to waltz on the strings. Your voice reverberates after seconds of instrumental pass.

“We’re no strangers to love… you know the rules, and so do I…”

Ace Trappola

Wow.

He wasn’t really expecting much but you completely blew his mind

He doesn’t say that when you’re done with singing though; he only holds up his fingers, as if to rate it out of ten. You laugh at that

So songs from your world are like that, huh?

They’re not much different from what he can find in Twisted Wonderland but he found himself feeling more affected by the lyrics than he thought

He asks you why you picked such a tender love song to sing to everyone

You chuckle knowingly and tell him that you simply like the song - and there’s nothing else to it.

Deuce Spade

He gives you a standing ovation, big smile and everything

You have to ask him to sit down after it

His comments are simple enough, that he loves your voice and that your playing is really good but it’s enough to paint a light pink on your cheeks

Eyes wide with curiosity, he asks you if a lot of songs from your world are like that

You inform him that no, of course not, when it comes to music, your world’s is just as diverse as Twisted Wonderland’s

Ace teases him for it right after

He then confesses he’ll try to memorize the lyrics of the song so you guys can sing it together - and you raise no objection to it whatsoever.

Jack Howl

Even when you were playing, you could see his ears perking and twitching excitedly; you could only assume his tail was also wagging with much vigor

At the end of your performance, he shoots you an impressed smile and admits that your skills aren’t half-bad

You make a mental note to punt this goddamn tsundere later

You take his comment with grace and his smile grows wider with pride

He then continues by pointing out how cute the lyrics are and you jokingly reply that you forgot he’s somewhat of a romantic at heart. He tries to hide the blush on his cheeks then

Bashfulness aside, he proclaims that one day he wants to sing such lyrics from the bottom of his heart

And so he joins Deuce on in learning the lyrics with you - more for your army, you suppose.

Epel Felmier

He joins in on Deuce with the clapping but at least you don’t have to tell him to sit down

He marvels at your skills and at how manly you are

You sheepishly put your hand behind your head at his comments but you thank him nonetheless

He then adds that the song somewhat reminds him of the country love songs he would hear back in his hometown, though he admits that that may be because of the guitar rather than the song itself

You feel a little silly after hearing the song being compared to a country song but you suppose he has a point

He’d like to see you perform more songs this way - and if you’re willing, he’ll recommend Vil to you so the stories of your talent can be widespread!

You tell him you’ll consider it and hold back your tongue from mentioning the fact that you might go home by then, just so you can savor the possibility of playing the song in front of an audience.

Ortho Shroud

His eyes twinkle with amazement

And if you’re asking, yes, he’s already recorded your performance. Oh, don’t worry, it’s for analysis purposes. Unless…?

Jokes aside, he’ll make sure he tucks that piece of data somewhere safe and confidential - unless you want it to be shared, which he also doesn’t mind doing for you!

You take that into consideration. It’d be iconic but at the cost of your anonymity…

All the while, he questions you what other songs you can share

You almost pick up your guitar again as his eyes seem to plead you to do so

He definitely wants to hear you sing again; maybe pick up a few pointers to sound more human while singing himself too!

Sebek Zigvolt

Is he in tears????

No, you conclude, but it does seem that he’s affected emotionally. You didn’t think you had an inner Malleus in you

He remarks that your skills are above that of the average human (doesn’t matter if you’re actually human or not - you’ll have to bear with him)

You don’t protest and just take the compliment as is

To your relief, he doesn’t go on any Malleus-related tangent after, but maybe you’re the one who’s expecting more “Malleuses” to come out of his mouth

Add him to your gang of wanting to learn the song’s lyrics and you don’t bother guessing his motive

You’re not complaining - four people are enough to shake the world, you think.

Grim

He puffs out his chest with pride as if he’s the one who did the heavy lifting

He goes on to say of course you sound amazing, you’re his hench-human after all!

Then under his breath, you can hear it, his actual praise - your performance is so wonderful, he’s almost jealous

You giggle at it and when he asks, you shrug it off as nothing

You haven’t really showed off your talent to Grim despite living in the same place, you realize

That’s when you vow to him that you’ll give him more personal performances in Ramshackle - together too, if he wants

He agrees to it with a smirk and declares that if anyone’s ears want to be blessed, come on by to Ramshackle; and you have an inkling that he’s not actually talking about himself.

You only now notice how loud you were, considering now the whole cafeteria’s looking at you; some curiously, some irritated. You laugh nervously and apologize as loud as you played, everyone starting to turn back to whatever they were doing before. You even see a few familiar faces but you pay them no further mind. You turn back to your friends as well.

Their expressions seem to beg for more but you shake your head and tell them you’ll save more songs for another day. They seem to be a bit let down but at least it means that you’ll perform more in the future.

Little do they know that’s just one card up your sleeve.

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featherandferns · 10 months

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angel (fic)

jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader | technically the sequel for fascinating new thing, but can be read as a stand-alone too

content warning: pure filth, to be honest; sex (f and m self-pleasure; protected, p in v)

word count: 3k

Blurb: jj knows there's something hidden beneath all the layers of quiet and meek; he just has to coax it out of you.

Nobody expected JJ Maybank to end-up having a thing for you, including JJ himself. He couldn’t explain how it happened, or when exactly, but it went from him being somewhat wary of you to completely desperate to have your gaze on him. It seemed that one day you just had him: hook, line and sinker. JJ had sort of accepted that he didn’t have a chance, especially with a certain ginger haired boy lingering in the background. He’d admire from afar and settle for friendship if that’s all you could offer him. But then you kissed him, and everything seemed to fall into place. JJ was allowed privy to your thoughts and the different facets of yourself: watching you song write and waking you from a nightmare and indulging in the late-night baking. He liked every part of it. Everything that was you.

Well, almost everything.

“You can’t seriously enjoy this crap?”

“Be quiet, please,” you mumble.

JJ rolls his eyes. He has one arm under his head, propping it up so he can see the screen of your laptop, and the other on your stomach, resting atop your tee shirt. He’s spooning you, cosy under the sheets of your bed.

It’s the second time he’s been in your bedroom. It’s a nice room; perfectly encapsulates you. Vinyl records and CDs and a million and one potted plants and succulents. Fairly lights draped above your bed and around a pinboard of pictures and keepsakes, shining a delicate golden hue on your belongings. An acoustic guitar rests against the wall by your bedroom door. It’s wide open right now. No need to have it shut; your parents aren’t home.

Looking back to the screen, JJ tries and fails to hold in a sigh.

“Can you be quiet, please?” you repeat.

“Who is that? The guy?”

“George the third.”

“The third? Is that the one that murdered all his wives?”

“JJ, I can’t hear it,” you complain quietly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. He barely pays attention to the drama on the screen, too busy foraging through his brains for the history of English royals. “Is he though?”

You sigh, annoyed. “No. That’s Henry the Eighth. And he didn’t murder all of them. Just two.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” JJ sarcastically replies.

For some reason, he feels as though you’ve rolled your eyes. He attempts to watch the show that you’ve become obsessed with lately. The characters don’t talk like normal people. Everything is so flowery and over-the-top that he hardly understands what they’re talking about. It’s boring and dull and overdramatic. He lets his mind wander.

“Baby?”

“JJ?”

“Just a quick question.”

“Yes?” you sigh, patience clearly dwindling.

“Is George the Third the one that got really fat?”

“No, that’s George the fourth,” you say.

“Which one’s George the third then?”

“George the third is the one that was ruler when America won its independence. I mean, do you listen to anything in history?” you chuckle. JJ feels the muscles in your belly tighten and loosen as you do.

“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “When it’s interesting. Like, I don’t get how all of this—”

“Shush! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” you snap.

JJ can’t help but snigger. He likes when you lose your temper with him; let the good-girl side of you slip for a moment to put him in his place.

He nuzzles his face into your hair. It smells like cedarwood and salt water. Maybe he’ll just have a nap. You’re not coming away from the show anytime soon – not until the episode’s done, anyway. JJ closes his eyes and vaguely tunes into the droning of dialogue. Lady this and sire that. He’s just about to properly drift off (maybe it’s been five minutes or so) when he’s woken by the feel of you pushing back against his groin. His hold tightens on your stomach and he reluctantly inches his body away slightly.

“Baby don’t do that,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair.

“Do what?” you reply, absentmindedly.

You’re still watching the Goddamn show. He’s not sure if you’re playing dumb or not.

Then, you do it again.

JJ inhales sharply. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Rubbing up on me like that,” he tells you, half-laughing. “S’not fair.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

He opens his eyes and looks down at the laptop screen. The moment he makes out what’s happening in the show, it clicks. Oh.

Smirking, JJ can’t keep from taking the piss.

“You didn’t tell me that you’re into regency era porn.”

“Shut up,” you reply all too quickly.

“Is it like all royal era stuff or just Henry the third things?”

“George the third!”

“Tomata-tomato,” JJ mutters. Quiet. Then: “Does it have to be in a bathtub or…”

“JJ!” you whine, embarrassed. He laughs into your hair. “Stop it!”

“Alright, alright! I’m just messing around,” he sniggers.

You don’t reply, don’t even seem to be listening to him, with your eyes shamelessly fixated on the screen. JJ starts to watch too, half-curious as to what has you so entranced.

The lighting is dark. Who JJ has finally come to grasp as king George the third is fucking his wife in the bath. She’s riding him, grinding down on him, still in her dress. The music swells with sharp, dramatic violins. This time, when you push back reflexively against JJ, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he uses his hand that’s placed on your stomach to keep you there. He’s only half ashamed to admit that he’s turned on by the regency-era-sex-scene from your corny, cheesy TV show.

Half hard, he rubs against you, sighing into your hair as he does. You don’t shake him off. Instead, you push back against him.

And then, the scene stops. It’s daylight. Cutting to a scene in a conservatory.

JJ shifts his hand so it’s under your tee shirt, moving to stroke at the skin. He feels your stomach constrict underneath his touch, as if you’re holding your breath, and then relax. He places a kiss to your neck, then another, and begins to work on a hickey. You let out a shaking breath, eyes only half-focused on the show, now. One of your hands comes down to lay atop of his, though not in discouragement. JJ can’t help but rut against you again. In the haze of kissing at your throat, he finds himself wishing a silent prayer that you won’t pull away this time.

He doesn’t mind waiting. Really, he doesn’t. He’d probably wait forever for you (if he really had to). He knows how nervous you get; knows all of this is new to you. Understands. Doesn’t want you to feel pressured. But, God, JJ would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck you. That he didn’t jack off almost every night to the thought of it. That seeing you, drenched head to toe, stood in nothing but a bikini after surfing didn’t have him shifting in his seat. That having you pressing up against him like you had been tonight didn’t make his mind shoot off to the darkest, dirtiest places. So, yes, he’ll stop if you ask, but he’s praying, borderline close to begging, that you don’t.

Your fingers loop into his hair, pulling him off your neck. He shifts enough back so you can turn your head, meeting his eyes. Your breathing heavier than usual, lips wet as if you’ve been licking at them. Your eyes are dancing over his face, back to his eyes, glancing at his lips. JJ’s hand on your stomach continues scratching softly at your skin. He gently rubs himself against you. Please.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper. There’s a tinge of nerves to your voice.

JJ nods. Swallows. “I know.”

“But…I want to,” you quietly say. A smile teasing at the corner of your lips as you nod. “If you do, that is.”

JJ leans down so his forehead bumps against yours. He exhales a chuckle against your lips. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the hammock.”

You giggle, perhaps a little stunned at the confession, and then your lips are on his.

JJ’s rolling onto his back, sighing into the kiss, pulling you atop of him. His hand that was under his head now reaches out to close the laptop, shoving it to the foot of the bed (hopefully where it won’t fall off). Then he’s kissing you with newfound hunger. Tongue slipping into your mouth lewdly, brushing against yours, swallowing your sighs and breaths. Whenever you break apart, it’s for less than a moment. Your hands have come up to cradle his face, fingers splayed across his cheek and jaw. One of his resides on your waist, squeezing at the skin, and his other has fallen onto your bare thigh; the pyjama shorts you’re wearing having ridden up.

When you lean back against him, rolling down on his crotch, JJ groans against your lips. The gasp you let out is small, startled, as you feel him, hard against you.

“We don’t have to,” JJ reminds you, though the id in him is crying out yes, we do. Please.

You shake your head, hands still on his face. “I want to.”

Thank fucking God.

As the two of begin to kiss again, JJ lets his hand creep up your stomach. His fingers gently trace up the soft skin. He feels the ripples of your breaths as he goes; they’re uneven. Bringing his hand up to your chest, cupping at the bare skin, you sigh against him. He begins to tenderly palm at your breast, running a finger back and forth over your nipple, grinning to himself as he feels it harden at his touch.

You’re grinding back on him now, making him uncomfortably hard under his boxers, sensitive as he rubs against the fabric. JJ opens his eyes to look up at you, your kiss naturally breaking as you begin to breath more and more heavy. Frowns as he sees you dig your teeth into your lower lip. He lifts his hand from off your thigh to bring his thumb to your lips, tugging it free.

“I wanna hear you,” JJ mumbles, tone only slightly demanding.

You open your eyes. They’re angel-like; innocent and shining under the fairy-light glow. Then, you do something that has him twitching, horny past the point of no return. You take his thumb into your mouth and suckle at his finger. JJ groans at the sight. Jesus Christ. Something in you seems to shine through and take control. You don’t say anything as you hold his hand in both of yours, guiding his thumb out your mouth only to begin sucking on his pointer finger. Your eyes slip shut as you do, as if you’re getting off on doing so, and you sigh out a quiet moan. JJ feels himself begin to smirk, taken aback somewhat. Okay…

Pulling his finger from out of your mouth tentatively, he lets his thumb pinch at your chin. The dampness of your spit streaks onto your skin, if only slightly. JJ suddenly knows what his new favourite thought of you is. Your chest is rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks warm as if there’s a part of you longing to be embarrassed. But you’re not. Not shying away from him, at least. JJ’s hands find the hem of your shirt and coax it over your head. As he goes, he guides you to lie down on your back – head at the foot of the bed – and crawls on top of you. One of your feet hesitantly rubs at the back of his calve. Then your fingers are tugging at the bottom of his top and he leans back to take it off. Easing back down to kiss at your chest, he can’t help but sigh against the sensitive skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Your nails dig into the skin of his back. You don’t reply, but he feels as though you’re shaking your head. Glancing up, he frowns.

“You are,” he repeats.

“Can you not say things like that to me right now…” you mumble, retreating back into yourself.

JJ sighs, somewhat disappointed.

“Sorry,” you add. It makes JJ chuckle, his breath fanning against your chest.

“You don’t gotta be sorry, baby,” he replies, moving to kiss at one of your nipples. One of your hands creeps up to his face, fingers slipping into his hair. A small gasping exhale at the sensation. “Just wish you saw yourself the way I see you, sometimes.”

You’re sighing at the attention he’s giving your body. His hand comes up to grope at your neglected breast. More gasps, more breaths. You’re still so quiet. JJ knows it’s in there, could see it trying to break out when you were sucking on his fingers, he just has to coax it out of you.

Leaning back (a string of spit following), JJ sits back on his haunches and takes you in. Wonders what to do with you, as if you’re fully at his mercy. You’re looking at him, watching him. Laid out on your back, near bare and gorgeous, breathing heavy. You're half covering your chest, not used to being so exposed before someone.

Maybe he’ll just fuck you now. JJ's barely holding it together as it is. No, you’ll be too tight if he does. He has to remind himself that this is new to you. He wants it to be worth it. Wants it to be perfect. Not only that, but he also wants you to appreciate yourself and your body the way he does. Words clearly aren’t gonna cut it; you go squeamish at the faintest of compliments. But maybe…

JJ feels the shadow of a smirk grow on his face with an idea. Makes your lips twitch with a frown, as if confused where his mind might be. The he’s reaching for your spare hand that’s found purchase in the bed sheets. Taking it by the wrist, he guides it over your body, down to your shorts. Your eyes dart up from following it, meeting his eyes. Your lips move as if to say something, but you don’t. So quiet.

“I got an idea,” JJ tells you. He’s so hard it hurts, but he can’t pass up on this opportunity.

Your gaze doesn’t break apart from JJ’s as you let him guide your hand with his under the hem of your shorts. He manoeuvres your fingers easily (you pliant like a doll) and slides it through your folds. You’re soaking. The feel of it makes you gasp. Leaning down, using his other arm to prop himself above you, he guides your conjoined touch back and forth, skimming over your clit. The brief, fleeting touch makes you moan.

JJ smirks. There it is.

“Feel good, huh?” he breaths against your ear, teasingly. You don’t reply but he feels your hand gain more control, working to finger yourself. JJ chuckles. “Knew you were dirty underneath all the good-girl shit you put on.”

It seems that whatever strap was holding you together has snapped. Your honeyed voice is crying out, in moans and whines. Eyes shut, head tilted back, and JJ basks in the sight of you. He gradually lets his hand leave yours, slipping out of your shorts, and watches as you continue getting yourself off underneath your shorts. Chews on the inside of his cheek as he does, bucking against your leg desperately. He can’t help but pull himself out of his boxers, jacking off at the sight. At your sweet, hopeless sounds. Your spare hand is coming to his throat, pulling at his jaw, guiding his lips to yours in a lustful, messy kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, gasping, voice high and desperate.

“Good girl,” JJ croons. It spurs you on. He’s smirking again, gasping through his own pleasure. Fuck. You’re perfect. How are you so Goddamn perfect?

“You close, baby? You gonna come?”

Your reply comes in a stammered, broken gasp. Yes.

JJ forces his hand from himself, quickly moving to grab at your wrist, pulling your fingers away. They’re drenched. You whine at the loss of contact, so close to the edge it seems, and he chuckles darkly against your jawline.

“Not yet,” he simply says.

As JJ moves to take off your shorts, shucking off his boxers in this process, he catches a glimpse of your hand moving back up your body. His eyes flick up just in time to see you slip your used fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck. How JJ doesn’t come on the spot is beyond him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze, and meekly pull them from your mouth. Before you can form the inevitable apology you’re bound to give, JJ’s darting down to capture your mouth in a kiss. Then, he’s climbing atop of you, rubbing at your entrance. Has the both of you gasping against one another.

“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. “We need a condom.”

“Shit, yeah,” JJ pants. He’d forgotten about that. You point vaguely to your bedside table.

“There should be one in there. Somewhere.”

JJ chuckles slightly and nods, leaning back to riffle through. He can’t help but notice the vibrator, making a mental note of that for another day. Finding one, he’s coming back to you, sliding it on, desperate to be inside of you.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“I will,” you quietly reply, a hand coming up to cup at his jaw.

JJ nods and begins to slide in. His eyes reflexively shut; he can’t help it. It feels fucking amazing. Sex with feelings is better than any kegger hook-up he’s ever had.

But you’re tight, too tight, and it’s like your body is trying to push him out. Opening his eyes, he looks down to see your face twisted in pain, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, thumbing at your cheek. You force your eyes open, gazing up at him. “You gotta relax, alright? Just breath out for me.”

You take a moment then do as he asks. He feels your body soften. Nudging a bit further in, you actively try not to go tight again.

“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re doing so good, alright?”

To keep you lax, he rubs gently at your clit. Eventually, your body opens up to him. Once JJ’s eased all the way in, you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“You can move, JayJ,” you say, almost anxious that he isn’t.

JJ laughs a little. He won’t last a second if he moves right now. Closing his eyes, composing himself, he replies, “I really can’t. Gimme a second.”

Soon enough, the two of you sink into a rhythm. JJ places a hand one side of your head, another on your hip, angling you up slightly. Your back begins to arch and you’re moaning again, and JJ decides that it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. Prettier than when you sing. The sounds echoing off the bedroom walls are filthy enough to make Satan himself blush.

"Fuck baby. Feel so fucking good."

Groaning against your shoulder, moaning into your ear, JJ feels his resolve begin to break. He’s close. The way your body is reacting to him has him thinking you are too. His hand leaves your hip to rub at your clit. Quick, firm circles. You start to gasp, high pitched and euphoric, and JJ know he can’t last much longer. It’s too good.

The moment you finish, JJ lets go. The two of you come almost together, riding it out, clinging to each other as if you’ll float away if not. JJ eventually let’s himself collapse on top of you, breathing shallow and frantic. You’re still clenching around him, body dealing with the aftershocks.

JJ’s not sure how he’s supposed to go about the rest of his life knowing what it’s like to have you in bed. How he’s meant to get anything done with the memory of how you sound, gasping out his name. The picture stained in his mind of you sucking your fingers clean.

He presses a kiss to your damp neck, then another and another until he somehow finds your mouth. You sigh as you kiss him back, a hand coming to cradle at his face yet again. He pulls back, opens his eyes into yours, and you give him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Bashful and blissed out and beautiful.

“I love you,” you tell him, still a little breathless.

JJ smiles back. Heart stammers.

You wanted him. You picked him.

Kissing you once more, tender and fleeting, JJ sighs. “I love you too.”

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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A Little Bit Country, A Little Bit Rock ‘N Roll - Chapter 12

Summary: David and Michael are opening their hearts to one another and sharing some rather deep feelings they're both struggling with. Meanwhile, other members of the Emerson family are focused on something far more sinister.

TW: Chapter contains mentions of abuse and vampire hunting

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“I know.”

It was such a simple response, but enough to make quite a surprise.

David was dumbfounded by Michael’s response. He didn’t know what to expect with the sudden shift in tone with his date, but this certainly wasn’t something that had crossed his mind. He was going through endless ideas of what to say. How to explain his behavior and panic from such a small touch.

Meanwhile, Michael was simply looking back at him with gentleness in his eyes. Like he understood everything, even without hearing a single word.

“What?” David asked.

“I said ‘I know’, David,” Michael responded. He softly smiled as he leaned forward in order to take David’s hand in his. Michael’s fingers were calloused from years of hard work on the farm and strumming his steel-string guitar. And yet, it brought David far more comfort than any soft fabric imaginable.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say somethin’ before, but I...may have overheard some stuff a while back...”

David’s fear of the truth began to wash away as a sense of confusion took its place. It couldn’t be possible that Michael knew what he was, but part of him wanted to see if he did know some of the truth. After all, the human boy was as sharp as a tack.

“Really?”

“Remember the night I came by and gave ya back your guitar?”

The vampire nodded. It was painful to relive the memory of the earlier parts of that night. Before Michael had come along to see him, his body had burned with the sharp pain that was left behind by Max’s claws. He couldn’t even use human medicine because it wouldn’t work. Only excessive amounts of blood would heal him, and even then, it was a terribly slow recovery process.

Having Michael by his side was the only thing that had made him feel better.

“Well....I overheard the boys talkin’....” he admitted. “And they mentioned Max....hurtin’ ya real bad...”

David’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. That certainly was part of what had happened between the Sire and Childe. His curiosity grew stronger as to what Michael knew.

“They said how you’re his own blood and that he’s been doin’ this for a while now! That he would hurt the others if they stepped outta line. I was scared to death for y’all...”

The more Michael shared details of what he had overheard from the others, the more David wondered if he truly was close to finding out the truth of the vampirism he and the other Lost Boys had. It was so obvious to him, but to Michael, it was more akin to a case of domestic violence.

“That’s....um....what you heard?” David pondered, wondering if there was even the slightest hint that the final piece of the puzzle would be put into place.

“Yeah. I know they lied about you gettin’ into a fight with a surf nazi. They didn’t want to share somethin’ ya didn’t want me to know about. But don’t be fooled! I ain’t no bonehead. I know good and well when my kin are in a heap of trouble!”

To his own surprise, David was actually disappointed that Michael hadn’t learned the whole story. It was so frustrating, going back and forth between wanting to come clean about what kind of creatures they all were and wanting to keep it a secret so that there was zero risk of their new relationship being ruined.

It certainly didn’t help that Max was still messing with his head. Everything would be so much easier without the bastard around.

“That’s why I....well....I ruined his party down at the country club..”

David perked up even more.

“What?”

“Ya promise you won’t get upset?”

The mere idea of getting mad at the human boy didn’t even sound right to David. He didn’t think it was even possible to feel such a way. He nodded, letting Michael speak.

“I wanted to take away any power he had over you. Knock him down a peg or two so he’d see he’s nothin’ but a big bully who can’t get away with that kinda treatment. I didn’t wanna go directly to him and risk him doin’ worse to ya, but my mama and I figured if we kill ‘em with kindness and southern hospitality, then he wouldn’t be all high and mighty.”

David had to admit, he was impressed by Michael’s dedication. He knew some kind of elaborate planning had to go into getting all of those guests to overtake the party, but he never realized it had all been for him. That Michael was willing to take down Max in order to make David feel happier and safer.

It was....the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. Standing up to someone like Max. It made his heart swell with a long-forgotten sense of kindness.

“You...wow, I can’t believe you did all that....for me.”

“David, I’d do anythin’ for you.”

Michael released the vampire’s hand in order to place them on either side of his face. David’s muscles relaxed, enjoying the sensation of warmth on his icy skin. It was such a gentle touch.

“Gettin’ to know you and have you an’ the others be a part of my family...it’s made me the luckiest fella alive. I want to keep ya safe. Keep ya happy. You deserve better than a dad who hurts you.”

David softly smiled before leaning in to kiss Michael again. Before meeting Michael, he could never imagine being so vulnerable and honest. To not put up walls and act like the mighty vampire that he wanted to prove he could be. But Michael accepted everything about him. Wanted to do everything he could as a friend and as a partner.

He couldn’t deny it wasn’t a little scary. Dangerous things had already happened to him with Max. The idea of such pain ruining Michael and the rest of the Emersons terrified him. This was all going so well so far. He couldn’t ruin this. He WOULDN’T ruin this.

“Michael,” he whispered, breaking free from their kiss for only a moment. “Let me be the one to worry about you. Let me take care of you. After everything you’ve done, it’s my turn now. You trust me to do that, don’t you?”

Michael could feel a sense of sadness in David’s voice. All that confidence the blond put on for show was something he could see through. But he wouldn’t let the secret out. He’d let David do whatever he needed to do to feel safe.

“Of course, I do, Huckleberry.”

“Then let’s just enjoy things how they are now. Don’t worry about Max. He can’t really hurt me when I’m with you,” David promised.

The two boys stayed in their embrace. It was quite a whirlwind of emotions for a first date. David was trying to protect Michael from the truth about Max and Michael in turn was going to protect David from being hurt further.

But at that moment, neither of them minded that. There was a bond between the human and the vampire, and all they wanted more than anything in the world was to let this new sense of romance grow. Just the two of them and the beautiful night above.

Nothing else would matter.

“So, what did your brother say?”

“Oh hell, he’s wound tighter than an eight-day clock! He ain’t gonna listen to a word I say!”

Though Sam had tried his hardest to hide the thick, southern accent ever since moving to California, he had a habit of letting it slip when he was flustered. That certainly was the case as he and the Frog brothers shared theories about vampires in the dead of night.

The three of them were at the Frog household, sleeping bags and pillows scattered over the living room floor to act as the main setup for their sleepover. Edgar and Alan's parents were out late yet again, no doubt eating laced brownies and dancing at a beach concert. The boys didn't really mind though. It allowed more privacy to talk about their theories.

"Of course, he wouldn't listen," Edgar responded to Sam between sips of Pepsi. "His judgment is clouded by his love for the Billy Idol look alike. We can't let that kind of shit get in the middle of serious matters like this."

"Can ya blame the guy? Ever since the move, he's been real blue. Heart was achin' for some company."

That was a surprise to the Frogs, as they had only seen the side of Michael that was always smiling wide and crooning country songs during work hours on the farm. He didn't really strike them as the homesick type.

But Sam knew better. He knew his brother good and well. The older boy hid his heartsick feelings so he could be strong for the family. The "man of the house" to take their neglectful father's place. Michael was more of a parent to Sam after all. A good role model who could balance work and play.

"Yeah, but there's a good chance that if he's a vampire, so is David," Alan pointed out. "We have to be prepared if that's the case. Children of vampires are quite loyal to their dark masters."

"If I didn't see that silver burn for myself, I'd think y'all were nuttier than a fruitcake," Sam teased. He tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth to chew in between his snickering.

The Frogs weren't laughing though. To them, this was all as serious as a heart attack. It made the Emerson boys' giggling quiet down.

"Anyway….whatcha reckon we do 'bout it?"

"Simple. We run more tests of Max. If he fails any of them, then we've got a nosferatu on our hands. Everything we need to do can be found right here."

Edgar reached under one of the old, ratty blankets to reveal a long, rolled-up piece of paper he had been hiding away. He unraveled it onto the carpet, letting Sam get a clear look at it. The paper was covered with various pieces of comic book material. Pictures of vampires, descriptions of the powers they had, and advice printed on how to hunt them down.

Edgar and Alan had taken the liberty of marking the entire thing with red lines, connecting important information together. It was like looking at a war plan made by a general.

"Sam, you've got a good, fighting spirit in you. With all that work you do, we trust your ability to take down some foes. If we train you properly, then we'd be an unstoppable force against those bloodsuckers."

Though Sam had his worries and doubts about what would happen to David if the test came back positive about his father being a vampire, he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him.

His brother could be in danger, and he had to step up and take care of his family. Michael had done so for a long time now. It was time to pass on the torch and be the one to look after everyone. A vampire was nothing to take lightly.

"Let's get to work, fellas."

A night like this couldn't have been any more perfect. A clear sky, a light breeze in the summer air, and the quietness that came with being at the top of a hill all made for the perfect backdrop for the budding romance.

David and Michael hadn't paid attention to the time at all. After their little heart-to-heart earlier in the night, they had simply enjoyed their time together. The boys talked for hours and hours, sharing stories and conversations with one another.

They felt comfortable enough with each other that they would snuggle up, trading kisses between the moments when they gazed up at the stars in the sky. Their fingers were constantly entwined, human heat and vampire coldness canceling each other out while they held hands.

It was a rare moment of peace for the both of them. Michael was always so reckless and wild during the times when he wasn't hard at work. He switched between those two settings quite often, but it was nice to change it up in favor of just being in the moment. For David, he shared the same joy of running wild, but to a more extreme extent with his vampiric nature. That, and he had finally gotten his mind off of his Sire for a while. All he wanted was to enjoy the night with Michael.

Though perhaps he had enjoyed it a little too much.

The two boys were lying back on the grass, their coats being used as makeshift blankets to relax on. As time went by, the two of them got a bit more drowsy. The sense of peace was enough to eventually lull them both into a nap.

David was aching to stay like this. Just rest with Michael by his side. But dawn was approaching, and if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't get to the cave in time.

"Michael?" he whispered, nudging the boy. Instead of an answer, he got a soft groan as Michael nuzzled further into his shoulder.

That settled it. He was going to have to do this the sneaky way.

Doing his best not to disturb the sleeping human, David pulled himself off the ground and lifted Michael up into his arms. It was perfectly easy to do considering he could bend steel bars without breaking a sweat. The tricky part was getting the horses to follow him back down the trail. He’d never tried his power of persuasion on animals before, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Help me get Michael home, you guys,” David spoke to the horses, his eyes flashing gold.

Thankfully, it seemed to work in his favor, as Bambi and Bo trotted over, obediently following the vampire as he moved down the path. Part of David wondered if his powers weren’t doing anything at all and that they were just following Michael like they usually did. Either way, at least they were getting home safe and sound.

With every passing moment, the sun was threatening to show up. David wasted no time ushering the horses back into their stables just as he’d seen Michael do a hundred times at this point. When the animals were secure, he made his way into the house, taking a shortcut by flying up to Michael’s open window and slipping inside with the boy in tow.

By some miracle, Michael was still snoozing away, his hat tilted down over his eyes. His breathing was slow as he dreamed away.

“Didn’t realize you were this tired, cowboy,” David chuckled, amused at how Michael stayed so still. Thankfully, he stayed that way as the vampire helped get him into bed. He slipped off the boy’s boots and hat, setting them to the side so Michael could get comfortable. To his surprise, it was the sensation of him settling into bed that actually made Michael stir.

“Mmm....stay with me....darlin....”

It was a good thing David’s heart had long since stopped beating because it surely would have melted. Hearing Michael call him that sweet name in his sleepy drawl was swoon-worthy. It had David chuckling softly as his face grew warm.

“Shhh...I’ll be back again soon,” he whispered, his voice twisting as he drew Michael back into the warm embrace of slumber. “Rest, beloved.”

It had been decades since the last time David heard such a pet name being used. But he wanted something special for Michael. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy, and Michael deserved to know how much he meant to the vampire. Over a century of life had already been experienced by David, but it felt like a whole new adventure was beginning. It could be truly beautiful.

David planned on disappearing into what was left of the night. The last few minutes of darkness would cover him as he flew home. Just like Michael, he would dream so peacefully.

The only flaw in the plan was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs as he snuck out of Michael’s room.

“Good morning, David.”

He froze in his tracks, eyes going wide at the sight of an old man with a scruffy beard, dark blue headband, and an old robe tied around his waist looking up right at him.

Grandpa Emerson.

“Oh! Mornin’, sir,” David greeted. “Sorry, I was just saying goodbye to Michael. Gotta head home now.”

He would have to leave on foot for now, lest he wanted to draw any suspicion. That plan was crushed the moment the old man reached out his arm and pressed his hand against the end of the banister, blocking off David’s only exit.

“Why don’t you stick around for breakfast, sonny? Get a little fuel for the road.”

David’s stomach churned. Time was running out, and now Mr. Emerson wanted to play host. What was with this family and insisting you stay all the time??

“I'd love to, but I’m kinda in a rush.”

He still didn’t budge. The grandfatherly man wasn’t looking so warm and fuzzy right now. He was serious with a sense of focus in his eyes. Like he could tell David was up to something. The blond didn’t want to believe he knew something, but then the old man decided to drop a bomb on him.

“What’s the matter? Are ya ‘fraid of burnin’ in that sunlight?”

He had to be bluffing. Just joking around. There was no way he knew. David opened his mouth to speak again, but a hand was held up, silencing him before he could even get a single word out.

“I think it’s about time we had ourselves a talk. Man to man. After all, you are dating my grandson now.....and I never thought my own flesh and blood would be with one of the monsters I used to hunt back in the day. But you know all about blood, don’t you?”

David’s veins ran cold. Grandpa smiled right in his face. A smug little “gotcha”.

“Oh yes, David. I know.”

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#the lost boys #tlb #my fic #au fic #southern michael #michael emerson #david the lost boys #michael x david

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Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated (1978) Joey Ramone from: "Road to Ruin" (LP) "She's the One" / "I Wanna Be Sedated" (Single)

Punk | US Punk | 1st Wave Punk

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Joey Ramone: Lead Vocals Johnny Ramone: Guitar Dee Dee Ramone: Bass / Backing Vocals Marky Ramone: Drums

Produced by Tommy Ramone / Ed Stasium

Recorded: @ The Media Sound Studios in New York City, New York USA between May - June of 1978

Single Released: on September 21, 1978

Album Released: on September 22, 1978

Sire Records

Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated (Official Music Video): https://youtu.be/bm51ihfi1p4?si=UyNg3AtSQtecpkVu

#Ramones #Joey Ramone #I Wanna Be Sedated #Sire Records #Ed Stasium #Punk #US Punk #Road to Ruin #1970's

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Pretty dope! How about the best archer Lian next 🏹

Ah yes the OG baby doll

Lian is the definition of “Looks like she could kill you, would kill you” to about 80% of everyone in the world. But if you’re apart of that 20%? She is the most loyal, kind hearted, funny person you will ever meet….but she also guards her heart fiercely.

Shes naturally gravitated to more Punk-grunge looks, honestly thanks to her fathers influence.

Even though it comes off more as anger as she ages, every time her mom has to leave, it breaks a part of Lian’s soul. She logically understands it, but sometimes she just really really needs her mom

She sees way more than people realize. Like most think she’s just a hot headed archer, who charges head first into a situation, but she really does watch people. She learned to trust actions, not words.

While she didn’t know about her death at nearly four years old, she does know she was kidnapped at 2 by human traffickers. She has a brand mark on the middle of her back that Jai runs his fingers over when they’re talking

Music is her escape. When her parents fought. When other legacy heroes make snide remarks about her mom, her dad, anything. When the world just felt wrong and she needed to be away from it for a while

Someone once made a comment that “No druggie ever really recovers. They’re all talk until the first minor inconvenience, then the needle—“ they didn’t get to finish. She broke their nose.

After her parents’ deaths, she does spiral into alcoholism. Whiskey is her drink of choice, because the burn is the only thing that keeps her warm. When she does start her recovery, she cuts her hair into a shaggy pixie cut and dyes it blue. So she doesn’t look like her mother as much

When all the families are together, they’ll ask her to play her guitar for them. One of her favorites is an addition to “Poet, Solider, King”, which she sing towards Mar’i.

“There will come a maiden, who is destined for a crown….she will rule as she was born, oh lay, oh lay, oh lord…oh lay, oh lay, oh lay, oh lord…she will rule as she was born, oh lay, oh lay, oh…”(https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcSAfBu/ to hear it)

She has one of those really gravelly voices, like raw and rough and so so beautiful to listen to

Her and Milagro have absolutely made out before they were dating Colin or Jai. I will not answer any questions at this time 😂

You know how parents will be like “I am raising a young lady?” Roy tells them “I’m raising a heathen and I couldn’t be prouder.”

Her mom gave her some throwing knives that she refuses to use. They’re kept sharpened and clean, but unused

If you touched her while she was pregnant, she would smack you. Jai was the only exception

Colin is her pseudo brother. All the omega parents kinda adopted him, but Roy and Lian made him family

She joins in the dnd campaigns. Her first one she had to get through a door (and was a hard naturally)…..she rolled to seduce a door and got a Nat 20. Jai, again the DM, looked utterly defeated

She drives an old Toyota Corolla, that definitely hasn’t had anything happen in the back seat, no siree

If she calls anyone else her best friend, Jai is immediately insulted. Even after they’re married with three kids

When she performs….it’s like she’s free. Nothing in the world matters except that moment. And she can command a crowd like a god

She has nicknames for every one of her teammates, all lovingly teasing.

Has openly said Jai is the only thing keeping her from being a lesbian

#mar'i grayson #irey west #lian harper #damian wayne #jai west #milagro reyes #jon kent #colin wilkes #roy harper #jade nyugen

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 4 months

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"DEAD BOY! -- DEAD BOY RUNNING SCARED! DEAD BOY! -- CAUGHT IN A NUCLEAR WEIRD!"

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a mega photo-set of American punk rock band DEAD BOYS, performing live in New York (maybe CBGB, maybe not), c. 1977. 📸: Mykel Board.

"THE DEAD BOYS are part of a new generation at CBGB, a generation that has finally succeeded in erasing that fine line that divides the cool from the retarded. The most prominent of the new bands, they recently signed a contract with Sire Records and their first LP, "Young Snotty And Loud," is due for release in September.

British fans will already know them for the two impressive tracks on the "New Wave" compilation -- "Sonic Reducer" and "Dead Boys."

Stiv Bators (vocals), Johnny Blitz (drums), Jeff Magnum (bass), Jimmy Zero and Cheetah Chrome (guitars) grew up in Cleveland Ohio. They went to Catholic schools (where Stiv claims he used to fake epileptic fits in study hall), worked in factories and eventually joined together in a band called ROCKET FROM THE TOMBS. A fight where they beat up another band with pool cues got them barred from playing in Cleveland clubs. There were fist fights at rehearsals, and on one occasion Stiv attacked Cheetah with a spaghetti strainer." JIMMY ZERO: "I think it was a transitional phase. We were pretty violent people. We hadn't learned to channel it out through music."

-- SOUNDS (UK), "New York's Answer to the Pistols, and they've got the Scars to Prove it." August 27, 1977

Sources: www.picuki.com/media/3226522639417005543 & http://punkrocker.org.uk/punkinterviews/deadboys.html.

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With the Band AU being quite popular rn in the Fable community, allow your Local Bassist With Brainrot to use this as a shameless excuse to infodump a few bass and bassist fun facts/general facts in no particular order of relevance.

• we typically credit Paul Tutmarc with the invention of the bass guitar in the 1930s, and it became popular because many musicians grew tired of logging around the larger and heavier contrabass

• bassists typically have callouses and, due to the nature of how you play, are gonna have short fingernails. The hand used for plucking is gonna have callouses on the very top of their fingertips due to the angle of how you pluck bass strings, whereas the hand that's on the neck is gonna have them more on the pads of the fingers. Bassists also have nimble, very flexible fingers [do with that information what you will fanfic writers]

• E-Bass, P-Bass, Bass Guitar and J-Bass are all terms referring to basses that're not the typical orchestral bass or Contrabass. "J-Bass" specifically stands for Jazz Bass, a term coined by Fender in the 60s. A Jazz Bass or J-Bass has a specific shape, two single coil pickups (a P-Bass or Precision Bass typically is gonna have one pickup) and more slender necks. Generally, a J-Bass' tone is gonna be a bit cleaner than a P-Bass'. J-Basses are especially used for Blues, Jazz, Funk and Reggae (but obviously not exclusively).

• apart from Fender, some popular Bass brands are Harley Benton, Squier and Sire Marcus Miller

• it's a popular joke that the bassist is the quiet member of the band and/or that they have it "easy" - however, it's the bassist's job to keep the rhythm and provide a large chunk of the foundation of a song [the same or very similar jokes exist for drummers - listen, sometimes musicians bully each other. It's a love language/j].

• you don't typically strum a bass like you do a guitar - you rest your thumb on a pickup and use index, middle and sometimes ring finger to pluck from above.

• a bass' neck is often longer than a guitar's, meaning that the frets are further apart - so some things that work on guitar are not gonna work on bass [found that out when I tried learning a bassline my partner wrote on guitar - it's tricky /lh]

#infodump #bassist #fable smp #band au #fable smp band au gave me brainrot so allow me to talk about my instrument #leo fender #autism #special interest

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hawnks · 4 months

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Etienne was raised under an (subjectively) evil sire. He grew up hated and hunted by most other mythical creatures in his territory, and having to fight for his life on the regular. His sire mostly left him to his own devices, but he has been (subjectively) trained to take over the coven.

His life is bloody, brutal, and severely un-romantic, despite his best efforts. He speaks like a 1800’s poet despite being chronologically 29. He sucks at guitar. He cries when he gets viscera on his nice shoes.

And more than anything, he just wants his wife to love him.

Second most, he wants their relationship to be textbook perfect. He’ll go to (subjectively) extreme lengths to make their life a fairytale.

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MY FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023! (lists in no particular order....well, sort of)

MY 20 FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2023

Anna Hillburg- Tired Girls (Speakeasy Studios)

RVG- Brain Worms (fire)

The Tubs- Dead Meat (Trouble in Mind)

Seablite- Lemon Lights (Mt St Mtn)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- The Town That Cursed Your Name (Slumberland)

Lewsberg- Out and About (12XU)

Melenas- Ahora (Trouble in Mind)

Blues Lawyer- All in Good Time (Dark Entries)

Colored Lights- S/T (Bobo Integral)

Doe St- Stepping Stones (Legless)

Guardian Singles- Feed Me To The Doves (Trouble in Mind)

Corvair - Bound To Be (WIAIWYA)

The Garment District- Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts of the World (HHBTM)

Royal Ottawa- Carcosa (self released)

Tough Age- Waiting here (Bobo Integral)

Soft Science- Lines (Shelflife)

The Midnight Sailors- S/T (self released)

Robert Forster- The Candle and the Flame (Tapete)

Civic – Taken By Force (ATO)

Sumos- Surfacing (Meritorio)

WAIT….HERE’S 20 MORE!

Connie Lovatt- Coconut Mirror (Enchante’)

En Attendant Ana- Principia (Trouble in Mind)

Withered Hand- How to Love (Reveal)

The High Water Marks- Your Next Wolf (Minty Fresh)

The Feelies- Some Kinda Love: Performing the Music of the Velvet Underground (Bar-None)

Connections- Cool Change (Trouble in Mind)

The Ex Bats- Song Machine (Goner)

The Photocopies- Top of the Pops (Ultra Modern)

Amanda Brown- Eight Guitars (Lillipilli)

Arthur Alexander- …Steppin’ Out! (Big Stir Records)

Eyelids- A Colossal Waste of Lights ((Jealous Butcher)

Panic Pocket- Mad Half Hour (Skep Wax)

Yo La Tengo- This Stupid World (Matador)

Swansea Sound- Twentieth Century (Skep Wax)

Kevin Robertson- Magic Spells Abound (Futureman)

Super 8- Hoopla (The Beautiful Music)

The Radio Fields- Dos and Dont’s (Subjangle)

Joe McAlinden- Where The Clouds Go Swimming (self -released)

The Black Watch- Future Strangers (ATOM)

Rob I Miller- Companion Piece (Vacant Stare)

….AND HERE’S 10 MORE

The Lost Days- In the Store (Speakeasy Studios)

Life Strike- Peak Dystopia (Bobo Integral)

Belle & Sebastian- Late Developers (Matador)

Lauds- Imitation Life (Fort Lowell)

The Hepburns- Only the Hours (Lavender Sweep)

Lomma- Torrey Pines (self released)

C.O.F.F.I.N.- Australia Stops (Goner)

Special Friend- Wait Until the Flames Come Rushing In (Skep Wax)

Burning Ferns- World of the Wars (Country Mile)

Wojtek the Bear- Second Place on Purpose (Last Night From Glasgow)

I ALSO REALLY LIKED ALBUMS BY: Diners, Moving Targets, Bill Orcutt, Skull Practitioners, the Suncharms, Divine Horsemen, The Flashcubes, Hurry, Teenage Fanclub, Lydia Loveless, The Make Three, Shana Cleveland, The Ekphrastics, Ryan Allen, Fruit Bats, Nicole Yun, Dippers, Lost Film, Tony Jay, Cindy, Class, The Clientele, Lemon Twigs, Sweeping Promises, The National Honor Society, The Whiffs, Infinite River, Silver Biplanes, Jason Isbell, The Cuticles, Mudhoney, Alex Lahey, Crocodiles, Peter Hall, Cherry Fez, The Angles, Scott Gagner, Mainland Break, Christian Kjellvander, Sick Thoughts, Grand Drifter, The Motifs, The Sunshine Convention, The 1981, Roy Moller, Youth Valley, Soft Covers, Deadlights, The Smashing Times, The Spires, Helen Love, Motorbike, Silverstiles, Water Damage, Uni Boys, The Royal Arctic Institute, Gina Birch, Gee Tee, etc.

MY 10 FAVORITE REISSUES OF 2023

The Chills- Brave Words (Fire)

The Replacements- Tim (Sire)

The Ocean Blue- Davy Jones Locker (Korda)

Wild Carnation- Tricycle (Delmore)

Neutral Milk Hotel- The Collected Works of Neutral Milk Hotel (Merge)

Das Damen- 1986- Keeps Me Wild (Dromedary)

Heavenly -Le Jardin de Heavenly (Skep Wax)

The Verlaines- Bird Dog (Schoolkids Records)

The Toms- S/T (Feel It)

Celibate Rifles Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (Bang!)

MY 15 FAVORITE EPS OF 2023

Lightheaded- Good Good Grief (Slumberland)

Minor Threat- Out of Step outtakes (Dischord)

The Cucumbers- Old Shoes (self released)

The Reds, Pinks & Purples- Unloveable Losers (digital)

The Vapour Trails- On a Beautiful Day (Futureman)

Blues Lawyer- Sight Gags on the Radio (Dark Entries)

Deary- S/T (Sonic Cathedral)

The Wends- Better Will (WWNBB)

Te Vista- S/T (Cripes)

Red Sleeping Beauty- From Sarah With Love (Matinee)

Letting Up Despite Great Faults- Crumble (S/T)

The Prize- Wrong Side Of Town (Anti Fade)

Touch Girl Apple Blossom- S/T (self released)

Galore- Blush (Paisley Shirt)

Lost Tapes- Crossing Towns (Shelflife)

MY 5 FAVORITE COLLECTIONS OF 2023

The Particles- 1980’s Bubblegum (Chapter Music)

Primal Scream- Reverberations (Travelling in Time) (Acid Jazz/XTRM/Young Tiki)

The Shapiros- Gone by Fall: the Collected Works of (World of Echo)

Dot Dash- 16 Again (Country Mile)

Comet Gain- The Misfit Jukebox (Tapete)

Eric "Eggman" Eggleson's favorite records of 2023!

A Colossal Waste Of Light - Eyelids

Aeterna - Vinyl Williams

Away From The Castle – Video Age

Babydoll – Rat Columns

Bananasugarfire – Golden Apples

Careless By The Coast - Marvin Powell

Cartwheel - Hotline TNT

Colored Lights

Compact Trauma – Ulrika Spacek

Continue As A Guest – The New Pornographers

Disenchanter - Alaska Reid

EP IV – Yumi Zouma

Flowers Telegraphed To All Parts Of The World – The Garment District

Henry St. - The Tallest Man On Earth

Hindsight is 50/50 – Ghost Woman

I Held The Shape While I Could – Bodywash

Javelin – Sufjan Stevens

Left Hand - Becca Mancari

Life and Life Only - The Heavy Heavy

Love as Projection – Frankie Rose

May Cause Dizzy Ness - The Musical Chairs

My Entire Life – SUSTO

Pearlies – Emma Anderson

Perennial - Woods

Pictures – Dean Owens

Praise A Lord Who Chews But Which Does Not Consume; (Or Simply, Hot Between Worlds) - Yves Tumor

Prize - Rozi Plain

Radio Red – Laura Groves

So Soon Now – Trillion

Strange Loops and Outer Psyche – Andy Bell

Suntub – ML Buch

The Greater Wings - Julie Byrne

The Natural Lines

The Queen Is Not Dead – Spiritual Front

the record – boygenius

The Sunshine Convention

The Twits - bar Italia

This Candle Is For You - Spearmint

Waiting Here – Tough Age

We Live In Strange Times – Ian M Bailey

When Horses Would Run - Being Dead

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