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glitter & crimson

It’s both exciting and terrifying to be in Chicago when they arrive Thursday afternoon. This is, unfortunately, very often as close to hometown shows as the band gets to these days. They have the night off, before the show tomorrow, when the band will find out if Steve and his friends actually show up to the gig or not. Despite not having a show, the band doesn’t get the whole day off; Paige had booked a few radio interviews before the gig to drum up attention.

He should have seen it coming when the radio host brought up the TikTok exchange. “So, be honest, have you guys coordinated with Harrington and his friends to get him to your show tomorrow?”

“Not really. Our manager sent info and Steve gave it a thumbs up, but that’s really been it? But we’ve been busy with shows almost every night, and he’s had a lot of travel games the last few days, so we’ll have to wait and see if he’s able to make it out.” Jeff takes over the answer with ease, probably having predicted the attention.

“Did you really not recognize him, Eddie?” The host goads and Eddie lets himself chuckle.

“It may sound kind of ridiculous, but the genuine answer is yeah. I haven’t seen him in, like, 6 years. And, believe it or not, we didn’t exactly run in the same crowds. We knew of one another, I think, but there were hundreds of kids in our school.” Eddie always defaults to the truth in interviews; it’s the simplest route and leaves less room for people to poke holes in the narrative if he’s just honest.

“Will you guys be going to the Blackhawks game on Saturday?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see, man,” Gareth laughs, and just as quickly as the segment started, it’s over with their own latest hit playing them out of the studio.

A Thursday night off in the city wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, but the band collectively made a trip to the bar closest to their hotel for wings and a few drinks. One of the guys must have posted something on social media about being out because as Eddie’s walking into his hotel, he happens to check his TikTok to find a message waiting for him.

harrington94 should I take it personally that you guys went out in my town and didn’t ask for recs or anything?

eddiecc I honestly figured you’d be too busy and didn’t want to bother you.

harrington94 never too busy to show a friend around town. But I do appreciate having a down day, so thanks.

Eddie wasn’t entirely sure how to answer as he processed Steve’s message. Friends? Is that what they were? Could they even really consider one another that? He ultimately decided not to think too much of it, in favor of keeping the conversation going. Maybe the more they talked, the less awkward the next two nights would be.

eddiecc I totally get it if you want to skip the show in favor of another down day.

harrington94 no backing out on me now, Munson. I’ve finally got the cool card with the Party. We’ll be there, no doubt.

Eddie feels a little smile creep over his face and his ears feel a little warm, but before he can answer that, text bubbles pop up again. He waits to see what else Steve is going to say before he does something embarrassing.

harrington94 now feels like a safe time to confess that I haven’t really listened to much of your music, though, so don’t think I’m rude if I’m not headbanging along with the boys.

That was more like the interaction Eddie had expected from their TikTok exchange. He never expected Steve to know their music and was shocked he even knew their band name when his response had been posted on TikTok.

eddiecc I honestly cannot exactly say I’m surprised to hear this. You never exactly struck me as a headbanger, anyway.

harrington94 i feel like that’s some kind of thinly veiled insult that I’m missing, but you’re not wrong.

The text bubbles appear again, and Eddie waits for him to finish the thought rather than respond.

harrington94 why don’t you text me instead? It feels easier than paying attention to this app I don’t really know how to use.

Eddie was quick to copy the number Steve sent and shoot off a text, weirdly enjoying the exchange the two were having and not ready to call it a night just yet.

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A particularly ridiculous meme from Eddie had Steve snorting from his spot lounging across the sofa. The next thing he knew, a pillow was flying at his face. He was able to react quickly enough to block it with his arm, dropping the phone to his chest, before glaring at Robin. She was watching him from the recliner across the living room.

“What the fuck?” He asks, tossing the pillow back in her general direction, more gently than she’d tossed it his way.

“You’re grinning at your phone like you’re setting up a hot date. Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Heidi again.” Robin pleads dramatically, twisting her body in the chair to face him.

“I’m not grinning at my phone, shut up.” He grumbles, ignoring how hot his neck feels as he blushes. Instead, he picks his phone back up to finish the thought he’d been typing before he’d been interrupted. “I’m just texting with Eddie, that’s all.”

Robin’s eyes widened immediately, and she sprung from the recliner toward the sofa. “Give me your phone!” She demands, grunting as she fell face first into the sofa, missing Steve by an inch. He manuveres away from her without looking up from his phone, making his way down the hall to his room. “Steve, come on!”

“It’s not a big deal! We’re just talking! It’s fine!” He insists, tucking the phone into his back pocket as he turns into his bedroom.

But maybe it was a big deal? Steve couldn’t tell; this was the part he was never really good at. He had a tendency to miss signs everyone else thought were obvious, and he didn’t want to risk making things weird with Eddie if Robin thought he was missing something that wasn’t actually there. The texts with Eddie had shifted from Steve confessing his knowledge of Corroded Coffin was strictly limited to whatever the Party played in the car when he drove them places, to Eddie confessing he knew next to nothing about hockey. It seemed to level the playing field between the two of them, and at least made Steve feel more at ease about the time they’d be spending together between the concert and the game.

When Steve had asked how the tour was going so far, Eddie had shared a link to an instagram, where fans were finding something to meme from each night of the shows. To which Jeff and Gareth were making memes in response, picking on one another in a way that felt like with some of his teammates. The message that had prompted the most reaction from Steve was the last thing Eddie had sent before Robin threw the pillow; a meme of Eddie looking confused, which Jeff had edited “So he’s not Joe Jonas?” over his head.

In his room, Steve leans over to pick up his charger, but he feels his phone lift free from his pocket. “Hey!” He calls after Robin, who’s sprinting down the hallway, laughing like the menace she is.

“I just want to see what you’re talking about!” Robin says, unlocking his phone. He’s just about to catch up to her, as she slides on her socks into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, right in his face.

“You’re being a child, Robs, c’mon. Give me my phone back.” He sighs, resting his forehead against the door. He jiggles the handle, but as he’d guessed, she’d locked it behind her.

“Do you like him?” She asks through the door, and he sighs again.

“I don’t know,” He answers, honestly and exhaustedly. “I don’t even know him, you know? We weren’t friends, it’s not like I could tell you anything about him other than Tommy used to buy weed from him and he would stand on tables and yell in the cafeteria.”

There’s a long silence before Robin opens the door, meeting Steve with a little smile. She shoves the phone back into his chest and pats his hand when he takes it from her. “I think this could be good for you. That this could be good for you.”

“I’m trying not to read too hard into it.” Steve mumbles, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair nervously. He glances back down at the screen, to see what while Robin had taken the phone, Eddie had sent another text.

Eddie: How were your games? Are you doing anything special for your day off?

It makes something twist in his chest, that Eddie even cares, and he doesn’t quite know why. It must show on his face, some part of how he’s feeling, because Robin just smiles and nods. Maybe she knows how he feels, part of their weird unspoken telepathy, because she walks further into her room and pats the edge of her bed as she goes.

“Are you going to let me paint your nails for the concert?” She asks. Everything inside of Steve appreciates how she always knows when to give him space to try and figure his shit out on his own.

“Obviously.” He laughs softly, following her into the bedroom to sit on her bed and watch her move around collecting things to paint his nails.

~~~

The following day, Steve spends more time than he would like to admit picking out an outfit to wear to the concert. He can hear the Party starting to get antsy in the living room, even though they’d still be plenty early if they left right now, so he decides to just roll with the white shirt and fitted khakis he’d dressed himself in several hours ago before he started overthinking his choices. He finished the outfit off with a black zip-up fleece and black and white Nikes.

A final check of his hair had him walking out of his room and into the living room, where chaos erupted.

“It’s about time!” Dustin exclaims, practically bouncing up and down with excitement on the sofa.

“It took you that long to come out looking like that?” Mike asks, but Max just snorts and shoves his shoulder.

“Let’s just go.” Steve rolls his eyes, glancing over at Robin who jingles car keys she’s already holding, before leading the way out of the apartment.

In the car, he shoots Eddie a quick text to let him know they’re on the way. Eddie’s quick to reply, giving the message a thumbs-up reaction. Unbelievably, the Party somehow manages to get even louder than usual once they were inside, and it doesn’t take long for a security guard to find them. They’re led through the back tunnels of Wintrust Arena, and Steve gets a little nostalgic for playing hockey in college. He’s snapped out of it when a girl passes out their pass lanyards and gives each of the Party a voucher for free drinks and snacks.

“This is too much, really,” Steve protests as she hands him the voucher, but Paige insists with a kind smile.

“We get this kind of stuff from every venue and rarely get to use it to its full extent. The guys want to do this for you and your friends, just enjoy it.”

The Party loads up on treats at the nearest food station, while Steve and Robin grab beers with Paige. As she collects her drink, Paige hands Steve a palm-sized bag of earplugs. He frowns at them, which makes her laugh.

“Eddie said this isn't really your usual kind of scene, and these shows can get loud,” she taps her own ears to show she has similar earplugs in. “Should also help prevent headaches or anything else that might keep you off the ice tomorrow.”

“Please, he’s too stubborn to stay off the ice. The amount of migraines he’s played through is outrageous,” Dustin bounds back into the conversation, earning a chuckle from Robin. Steve throws his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders, pulling him just a little too close and too tight. Dustin exaggerates choking noises, flailing around and making a scene, but Steve refuses to let up.

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There’s more anxiety than usual thrumming through Eddie as he and Jeff make their way through the arena, to where Paige had said she’d take Steve and his friends for snacks. As they walk up on the group, however, Steve quickly pulls a younger boy with a head full of curls into a headlock. He lets the scene continue for a moment before he nudges Jeff.

“At what point fo you think we should intervene?” He asks with a smile, making Jeff chuckle. Steve, however, freezes, then shoves Dustin away. He turns to give Eddie a sheepish smile, and Eddie can’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Steve lets out a huff of a laugh, running his fingers through his hair, shrugging and tipping his head in the boy’s direction. “This is Dustin. He’s like my little brother. I’m allowed to pick on him when he’s being a shithead.” Dustin nudges his elbow into Steve’s gut, who’s quick to smack his arm in response. Before Eddie can stop himself, he’s twisting a curl around his finger and biting back a grin. He does, however, make a conscious effort to not chew on his hair. He knows he’d never hear the end of it, fawning over Steve Harrington after a whole 10 seconds.

Eddie offers a hand out to Dustin, hoping Jeff and Paige would let his little tells fly under the radar. Just this once, they seem to, as he greets the Party. “Hey man, I’m Eddie. Nice to meet you.”

“I know who you are, holy shit, man.” Dustin eventually fumbles through, shaking Eddie’s hand and grinning up at him.

Steve rattles off the introductions for each kid, like a proud mom, and Eddie greets each of them politely, but his eyes keep falling back on Steve. He catches his little smiles and the way he nudges different members of the Party, squeezes their shoulders, ruffles their hair. It’s gentle and sweet and it sends a warm feeling through Eddie’s chest. His smile softens as he watches their interactions. All too soon, Freak leans into the area they’ve gathered in and whistles.

“Shit, guys, we gotta go.” Jeff sighs, and Eddie pats his shoulder before he turns back to the group with a grin.

“Just hang with Paige and try not to get into too much trouble, we’ll get drinks after?” Eddie asks, looking at Steve, who smiles back and gives a little nod.

As Eddie runs to catch up with Jeff and Freak, he wonders exactly what he’s gotten himself into here.

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It’s more fun than Steve expects, the concert. The excitement of watching the show from the suite quickly bores the Party, as they realize it’s the same as watching hockey games from a guest box. They eat their snacks and drink some through the openers, but during the break before Corroded Coffin, Lucas and Dustin drag Steve around to the side stage. Robin promises to stay with the others, and reminds Steve to wear the earplugs.

He’s grateful Paige had slipped them to him as they get beside the stage and he realizes just how loud the crowd is when the lights go down. From where they’re standing sidestage, he can see Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Freak in a little huddle. They bounce around with their arms around each others backs, before yelling something Steve can’t quite make out. They’re handed their instruments by the crew. As they’re taking the stage, Eddie walks up in their direction and pokes his tongue out at them, before ripping into a guitar riff to make his entrance.

Despite himself, Steve finds his head bobbing along to the drum beat, and even sings along to the songs he recognizes. It’s hard to take his eyes off Eddie through the whole production. He’s a little ball of energy, bounding around from one end of the stage to the other, bantering with the other guys in the band and drawing the fans into his chaos during talking breaks. During a drum solo, Eddie climbs onto the front of the kit and holds his guitar up in the air over his head. Steve watches, mesmerized, as Eddie holds his gaze for a moment that feels like an eternity but is probably only a few seconds. Eddie winks at Steve, then, before he leaps back into yet another riff. It shouldn’t have had so much of an impact, but Steve finds it kind of takes his breath away.

It’s over before long, and Paige is quick to guide Steve and the boys back to the club box. He smiles as they walk behind Dustin and Lucas, gushing over how great the show was. Back in the box, Steve and Paige agree to meet across the street at Fatpour. He charms his way into using the upstairs as a private room with a signature to the manager and flashes a smile and wave to the few people downstairs who seem to have recognized him.

The band makes a loud entrance as the Party works their way through appetizers, and Eddie is quick to find his way to Steve. “You seemed to have enjoyed yourself, was it more fun than you expected?” He asks around a grin.

“I never said I wasn’t going to have a good time,” Steve defended through a smile, making Eddie laugh and Steve thinks that might be the best sound he’d heard all night, despite having just seen the concert. Eddie glances around then, locking eyes with a bartender to get their attention.

“What’s your poison?” Eddie asks in the most cliche way, wiggling his eyebrows a little, but Steve shakes his head.

“Strictly on water tonight. Gotta get up early tomorrow.” He says, and Eddie softens and nods. Once their drinks are in front of them, he holds his glass up to Steve in a mock toast.

“To making it the fuck out of Hawkins?”

“Cheers to that.” Steve laughs, clanking their glasses together and taking a sip.

“Any reason you stayed in the Midwest?” Eddie asks, before he can stop himself. “Sorry, you don’t have to… you don’t owe me an explanation.”

“Nah, it’s… a few reasons. Couldn’t go too far without them, and most of ‘em followed me here, anyway. And then the chips fell and I ended up on the Blackhawks and there’s kind of no other team I’d rather play for.” Steve explains, leaning a little closer to Eddie with a smile. “Speaking of; are you ready for the game?”

Eddie can’t help but grin back at Steve and laugh a little. “You know, I honestly have no idea what I’m getting in to here. All I remember from watching games on TV is that it’s violent.”

“Not always.” Steve defends quickly, before showing a slight mercy. “It’s cold in there, because of the ice. You’ll want to wear layers.”

“Layers. Noted.” Eddie stores the information away for tomorrow, suddenly concerned he hadn’t even thought about an outfit for the game before the conversation.

As they talk, Robin appears with a basket of cheese curds but pulls it away as Eddie reaches to take one.

“What’s your favorite movie?” She asks, and Steve laughs and shakes his head at her.

“Is this a quiz? I’m not good at tests, I flunked out of senior year.” Eddie whines before he stops to think about it. “Uh, well. The answer you’d probably expect from me is Almost Famous, but it’s actually a close second to Dead Poets Society.”

She narrows her eyes at him but slides the basket in his direction. “I can’t tell if you picked either of those because you thought it was the answer I wanted, or because they’re actually your favorite, so I have to give you curds.”

“They’re actually my favorites!” Eddie laughs around a mouthful of cheese curds.

“Dead Poets is one of Robin’s favorites, too.” Steve offers, and Robin nods.

“Steve will tell you his favorite movie is Risky Business, because he thinks Tom Cruise is hot, but it’s actually Go Figure. You know, the Disney movie about the ice skater who joins her school’s hockey—” Robin is grinning until Steve clasps a hand over her mouth.

“Robin is incredibly annoying when she wants to be,” He grumbles, and Eddie can’t help but laugh at their antics.

“Well, now you’ve got my attention. If Go Figure isn’t your favorite movie, what is?” Eddie asks.

Steve thinks for a moment. “I think Back to the Future feels like a safe answer.” He shrugs, and Eddie glances at Robin to gauge her reaction. She seems to approve, as she gives Steve a soft smile, pats his back, then stands from their table.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I suppose.” She says, leaning close to both of them. “Behave, got it? No funny business before the game.”

Steve flushes and flounders a little, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he just huffs and takes a sip from his water. While Eddie feels his whole face get hot in a blush, he can’t help but laugh a little.

“Is there funny business we could have gotten up to?” He dares to ask, and it’s worth it just to watch the way Steve blushes and bites at his lip.

“Maybe. But I guess you’ve got to wait until after tomorrow’s game to find out.”

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Wow! Thank you all so much for the overwhelming support you’ve shown this little idea I had! I might just keep this going as a series, with updates on Mondays (Tuesdays at the latest). This is also double the word count of part 1, oops, lol.

I'm going to try to tag everyone in the replies because I hit the character limit! Tumblr wouldn't take them all, so sorry to everyone I missed, I still love you and appreciate the support!

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crljhnn · 1 year

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Math tutor

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!Reader

Summary: Rodrick is continuously unsuccessful in asking you out, so when he finds out that you are now tutoring his younger brother he decides to use this to his advantage. The only problem, Greg doesn't play along.

No physical description of the reader; No use of y/n

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

>Posted on AO3 as well<

“So that means x equals 9.” The answer comes out more like a question.

You've been tutoring Greg for about three weeks now and he finally, for the first time since starting this school year, seems to understand what is going on during math class.

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Really?”

While Greg wasn’t the first Heffley you ever tutored, he was the first to actually listen to what you said and process your explanations.

A few years ago you were taking the same math class as his older brother Rodrick who, back then, quite literally begged you to give him some tutoring lessons. While you didn’t like the idea of spending extra time at school to teach someone math, him apparently being so desperate for help, tugged at your heartstrings, making you give in.

On top of that, him being kind of cute and your teeny-tiny crush on him helped convince you as well. However, this adoration you harbored for about three months at that point, died about 5 minutes into your session.

He was barely paying attention to what you were saying, focusing more on drumming his pencils on the edge of the desk while humming along, using every breath you took to change the subject, mostly telling you about this little band of his. The straw that broke the camels back was when he dared to ask why you wanted to end the session only 15 minutes in, following it up with a „That was fun, let’s study together again soon!“.

Since you felt rather disrespected by that, you haven’t really spoken to him since. The highest form of communication was a forced smile when he would greet you in the hallway. You don’t have any common classes anymore.

However, your fiasco concerning Rodricks tutoring lessons didn’t stop his mom from asking you to tutor her younger son who, unsurprisingly, was falling behind in math as well. The significant difference this time was, that you were being paid. So even if Greg turned out to be just as uninterested in what you were saying as his older brother, it wouldn’t be a complete waste of time, at least for you.

That’s how you ended up in the local library every Monday and Wednesday for the last few weeks, explaining math to the younger brother of your former crush.

Today was different though. Since the library had to close down for a week, because of renovations, you decided to meet at the Heffleys house instead.

The last thing Rodrick expected, when he went downstairs to raid the fridge for snacks, was finding his crush of 3 years sitting in his living room.

Having his eyes fixed on you, he misses the last step, causing him to stumble, managing in the last second to grasp the railing to stop himself from face-planting. The result was him reaching the end of the stairs with a loud crash.

“You surely know how to make a remarkable entrance.”

“Haha yeah, hi.” He nervously scratches the back of his head “What are you… hah… what are you doing here?” ‘Stay cool Rodrick, you got this!’

“What does it look like? She’s tutoring me dumbass” The oldest Heffley son honestly didn’t even realize his younger brothers presence until he spoke up.

“Ah cool, so uhm good luck?” With another awkward laugh, he turns around and runs back upstairs.

Back in his room, he begins to panic, if he would have known that you were here he would have prepared better. But he’s sure he can still wing it.

First of all, he’s calling the band over for practice, I mean, he has his own band, chicks dig that.

He has it all planned out in his head, he will put on nice clothes, a nice perfume, and maybe even a bit of eyeliner as well, surely you’re into that. Then he’s gonna go downstairs, let his band in, and have a little jamming session with the boys.

Then there are two possible ways how the plan could continue to play out.

Possibility one, you hear his band playing from the living room and are so impressed that you just have to go and get a closer look. After that, he is going to invite you to sit in on practice for a bit longer. At the end of the session mesmerized will be an understatement to describe your state of mind and you won’t even have to think about it twice when he finally asks you out on a date.

The second possible outcome of you hearing him play is that you, while amazed, are still too shy to come up to him, so he will take a little break to get himself something to drink. Like one of those movie cliches, he’s gonna come in all sweaty, taking a sip of water and then emptying the rest of the bottle over his face and body to ‚cool himself down. Women find that hot, right? You definitely won’t be able to take your eyes off of him then.

While he is daydreaming about you drooling over him, he simultaneously digs through his closet, trying to find this one specific band shirt, that he bought after overhearing you gushing about their newest album. At the same time as he finds it, he hears his friends pull up, making him change in record speed while leaving his room to go back downstairs.

“Oh my god thank you for finally changing your shirt, the last one was smelling disgusting after you’ve been wearing it for like two weeks straight.” Greg had picked up on Rodricks crush on his tutor instantly, quickly deciding that using this new information to mess with him is the best form of revenge for the years of torture his brother put him through.

“Ugh shut up.” He turns to you “He’s lying you know. I change my clothes an appropriate amount of times. I actually just got ready for band practice. You remember me telling you about my band right? The boys are gonna be here any minute now.” He tries to be casual by leaning against the railing of the stairs but ends up stumbling instead.

“Yeah, I remember,” You don’t seem too happy about it though “But why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

Rodricks head snaps down. Fuck. Greg giggles. An awkward silence follows.

He's saved by the doorbell ringing, followed by the other Löded Diaper members walking in.

“Hi bro!”

“Yo Rodrick!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Why do you have your shirt on backwards?”

This time it’s you who giggles.

Sensing how embarrassed their band founder is, the boys take pity on him and rush him away.

After Rodrick explained his plan to his friends, resulting in him getting hyped up by them, they played for a while. After about 30 minutes he concludes that you won’t make the first move, which brings him to execute plan B of his strategy: to take matters into his own hands.

“You got this man!” He jogs back towards the living room, expecting to find you and his younger brother still studying but instead, he is greeted with Greg sitting in front of the tv playing video games.

“Oh is your tutoring session over already?” He tries to sound unbordered but fails horribly.

“Yeah you know I found it really hard to concentrate with this loud music, so we cut today short.” Greg grins up at the oldest Heffley child.

“Listen up you little shit-” he doesn’t finish his sentence. Maybe he could use Gregs help for his own benefit since you always seem to flee when he tries to make a move. It was the same a few years ago.

He had it all planned out back then as well. First, he was gonna ask you out for a study date, well that didn’t quite work out and it ended up more like a tutoring session. However, the result was that you two were spending some alone time together, so you could say that he roughly reached his initial goal. At least he counted it as a success.

Then Rodrick was going to make you fall for him. And how was he gonna do that? By impressing you of course. And what is the best way to impress a girl? Being in a band! Easy.

Well, that didn’t work out, driving you away even further. So maybe he could use his younger brother to get some inside info on what you like in men and what makes you fall for them.

Rodrick is fast to lay out his new plan to Greg.

“And why would I assist you with that? What is in it for me?” As expected, he is not exactly keen on helping his older brother out. So threatening it is.

“Cause if you don’t, you will regret it.” Greg is about to refuse again when he gets an idea. This would be the perfect way to get revenge on Rodrick. He is just gonna spin around everything you say and make his older brother ruin every chance he's ever had with you.

“Alright fine, I’ll do it.”

—

“Okay spit it out!” You and Greg are seated at your usual table at the library “You haven’t been able to sit still since you got here, what’s wrong?”

“I have a question.” He is not looking at you.

“Okay shoot!”

Greg has been thinking about how to interrogate you about your type without raising suspicions since the day he agreed to help Rodrick. “So there is this girl I kind of like and I wanted to ask you for advice. If a guy would want to go out with you, what would he need to do to stir your interest?”

“Well, every girl is different so-”

“Yeah but what about you?”

That confuses you a bit, but Greg asking you for girl advice was cute enough for you to not overanalyze it further.

“Well me personally, I like sweet and considerate guys,…”

—

“So what did she say?!” Rodrick was waiting for his younger brother at the front door, attacking him with questions as soon as he was close enough to hear.

“Calm down! So first of all she said, that she likes assholes you know, just your typical badboy!”

—

“…you know, the kind of guy who listens to what you have to say and really values your opinion. I want someone who actually hears what I say and shows that he is interested in me as a person...”

—

“She wants someone who is just a natural leader, an alpha, someone who makes decisions for her and shows dominance by interrupting her frequently. Also don’t seem too eager, she said she finds that overwhelming and just too much. Play it cool, act like you don’t care.”

—

“… so that means I also prefer deeper compliments, not just about my looks. Of course, it's nice to be called pretty every once in a while, but there is nothing worse than a guy repeatedly telling you how attractive you are, without ever appreciating anything else about you! Like is that the only thing about me that you like, my looks?…”

—

“She also likes to be complimented about her looks a lot, the more the better. Don’t even bother with any other kinds of compliments. ”

—

“… And lastly, never compliment a woman by putting other women down. The whole ‘Oh you're just not like other girls’ thing is deeply rooted in misogyny. It’s never a flattering compliment when it's only working because you are putting someone else down.”

—

“And lastly, she wants to feel special, you know, the best compliments include a comparison, for example, tell her how she is prettier than other women!”

Rodrick was hastily writing everything down.

“Thank you so much, I owe you!”

“No problem”

—

While you forgot about Gregs weird behavior as soon as you go back to explaining math, you are reminded of it again later, when he asks you to have your next session at his house, without giving an actual reason.

The weirdness reached its peak when he, shortly after you arrived at his house the next week, excused himself to quote ‘Look for, uh… you know,… a thing? That’s in my room’, then went to the bathroom instead, and ‘coincidentally’ as soon as he left his older brother showed up.

“Heyyy what’s up?” Rodrick mentally revises the list he learned by heart last night.

‘Be an asshole’ he kicks your water bottle that was standing next to you, “Oops…”

“Rodrick what the fu-”

‘Show dominance’

“Pick it up!”

“Excuse me? What is wrong wit-”,

‘Act like you don’t care’

“Quit talking like I care about what you have to say, what was your name again?”

“Wh- We both know that you know my name, what the fu-”,

‘Compliment her looks’

“You’re hot!”

And lastly, ‘Make her feel special by comparing her to other women’

“Especially compared to the other girls at school”.

A perfect delivery. He did everything that Greg told him to do. But why did you seem so angry? You looked like you were ready to swing at him.

That’s when he saw it. His shitty little brother was watching the interaction through the slightly opened bathroom door, holding a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. When he catches Rodricks eye he slams the door shut.

“I’m gonna kill you!” He is sprinting towards the room his brother is hiding in, banging his fists against the door.

“What the fuck is going on?” You haven’t been so confused in a long time. That’s when it clicked for you too. That’s why Greg was acting so weird, that’s why he asked about YOUR dating preferences specifically. He asked for advice for Rodrick but must have messed with his brother, based on the older ones reaction.

“Rodrick, were you trying to hit on me?” Your voice is heavily laced with disbelief.

The boy stopped his obnoxious assault on the door.

“Did it work?”

You barely hold in your laugh. “Sure.”

“Wait really?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Your smile is kinder now, finding this side of Rodrick, where he is eager to appeal to you, really endearing. Shit, are your feelings for him coming back? You definitely were completely over your crush before, so how did he so easily wrap you around his finger again?

“I would have never guessed that you out of all people were into me, you know, after the little stunt you pulled a while ago.”

“What do you mean?” Rodrick is confused, when did he do something that made you believe that he wasn’t interested in you?

“Our tutoring session? When you completely disrespected me by not even listening to me after you were the one to ask for help.”

“I was listening to you! It's just hard to concentrate when you are so… you! And your voice is so…” Wow he just has this way with words “And I didn't intend for it to be actually studying when I ask you. I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you, maybe impress you a bit, my band being the impressive part by the way, and then later ask you out on a date.” He scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

“And this little scene that played out just now, I guess that was Gregs doing?”

“Yes, since it didn’t work out the last two times I tried to get you to go out with me, I thought this was the best way to do it.”

Oh, your crush was definitely back, and bigger than ever at that.

“Well you never actually asked me out, maybe that would have been enough.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know, guess you have to ask to find out.”

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #fem!reader #diary of a wimpy kid #fluff #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #fanfic #no use of y/n

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heavyhitterheaux · 6 months

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Soft Launch

Requested by the cutie @jackslilsecrett 😘

AN: 🥰🥰

Synopsis: You're in the music industry and have been secretly dating Jack for close to a year. Now he wants to let the world know about you and how amazing his girlfriend is

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“Jack, will you stop it?!” You annoyingly asked your boyfriend of ten months who was currently drumming on your ass and making beats as you were trying to look over a script for a new movie that you would be starring in. Shooting wouldn’t begin for a while, but your manager thought that the role would be perfect for you.

“I’m bored. Are you almost done?!”

“Baby, I literally just started reading this ten minutes ago. I am nowhere near done.”

“Well, how much longer?” Jack whined while continuing to make beats, but soon stopped and just laid his head on you.

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to give you a specific time and then if I’m not done, you’ll blow a fuse.”

“I haven’t seen you in almost a damn month so yeah I’m about to blow a fuse. And I thought we both agreed not to do anything work related today?”

“I know but…”

All you did was look at him since he was now pouting and put the script face down on the dresser to give him your undivided attention.

“You are such a big baby.” You breathed out as you flipped over and opened your arms wide for him to come closer to you.

“Only yours though, so don’t get it twisted.” He answered as he laid his head on your chest and you began to play in his curls.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you something.”

“Of course, I’m all ears.” You replied while grabbing the remote to the television and turning it on Hulu to catch the latest episode of the Goosebumps reboot. You had been fascinated with the stories ever since you were a child and was excited to see them come to life on the screen.

“I’m having my Halloween party this year on the Saturday before it. You aren’t doing anything that weekend, right?”

“No, I should be free.” You answered while looking down at Jack who looked as if he wanted to say something else.

“Babe? Is there something else?”

“Um, what if we went together? To the party I mean?”

“Like…. As a couple?”

“Well, yeah. We are actually a couple so why not? I mean no one really knows about us besides like two people. But if you’re not ready, then that’s okay. It was just a thought I had. I want to be able to show my girl off to the world.”

You were quiet for a few minutes, going over different scenarios in your head when Jack looked at you curiously knowing that you were deep in thought.

“Baby?”

“I’m just thinking, that’s all. It’s just… if we do this we can’t take it back.”

“True.”

“And I liked having you all to myself.”

“And you’ll still have me to yourself. I’m not going anywhere, I’m yours and you’re mine.” He answered as he reached up to kiss you.

“Let’s do it then.”

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jackharlow: Harloween '23

lilnasx: SOFT LAUNCH ANYONE?! ABOUT DAMN TIME! y/nthesongstressupdates: oh. this is interesting..... druski2funny: sooooo..... when she's not singing, jack is clapping her cheeks. confirmed. mariahthescientist: DRUSKI, PLEASE urbanwyatt: 👀👀👀👀 jackharlowsource: THESE HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ATE! sza: OKAY WOLVERINE AND STORM! COME THRUUUUUUU druski2funny: now jack and y/n see us up here in this comment section and just want to ignore us. ARE YALL TOGETHER OR NOT? urbanwyatt spill it since you know everything mariahthescientist: and the winner for best halloween costume is!!!! urbanwyatt: druski2funny what makes you think I know?!?! druski2funny: urbanwyatt don't ask dumb questions, give us the details urbanwyatt: ask them yourself druski2funny!

jackharlowdaily: so no one saw this coming from a mile away? they've been dropping hints for a while lol lilnasx: I'll stay quiet for now, but give me my credit where credit is due! jackharlowsource: Nas knows something and he needs to spill it and spill it NOW y/nthesongstress: jackharlow damn, we kinda ate this pic huh? jackharlow: y/nthesongstress you always make me look good 😏 y/nthesongstressupdates: well how long has she been making you look good for jackman? don't leave us hanging!

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y/nthesongstress: you can't get this thickness outta your mind 😜

jackharlow: definitely can't and I'm going to need my own private show 😍 lilnasx: yall nasty smh victoriamonet: jack has always been a groupie for y/n lol y/nthesongstressupdates: okay so we need details! how did yall meet? how long have yall been together? is it really as big as they say it is? jackharlowsource: y/nthesongstressupdates asking the real questions over here lol y/nthesongstress: lilnasx shouldn't have introduced us to each other then lol dojacat: damn mamas 😍😍😍😍 lilnasx: now I'm just the third wheel in that relationship. jackharlow I thought that it was me and you until the end of time? jackharlow: lilnasx and then y/n came along lol and you got pushed to the side urbanwyatt: lilnasx don't feel bad, he's forgotten about me too jackharlow: urbanwyatt LIES we just went to dinner LAST NIGHT urbanwyatt: jackharlow and you facetimed y/n for more than half of it y/nthesongstress: urbanwyatt omg Urby, I'll make it up to you, promise! I just wanted company on my ride home from the studio urbanwyatt: y/nthesongstress just buy me weed and we can call it even

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y/nthesongstressupdates: I guess they've been dropping hints for a minute 😭

jackharlowsource: I just think it's so cute how lilnasx introduced them. him and y/n have been friends forever jackharlowdaily: come to think of it, any public event or award show they would always be sitting near each other lol lilnasx: and also making googly eyes at each other and making me sick smh y/nthesongstress: lilnasx you love it so shut up. I'll make sure you don't catch the bouquet with that attitude. mariahthescientist: I'm making sure that I'm going to be the one to catch it jackharlow: he's just jealous because I stopped making googly eyes at him and started looking at y/n druski2funny: y/n would have been better off dating me y/nthesongstress: now druski..... don't make me hurt your feelings urbanwyatt: lmaoooooo druski2funny: we could have done amazing things together y/n jackharlow: druski2funny don't make me kick your ass lilnasx: y/nthesongstress mani pedi date and it's your turn to pay jackharlow: oohhh mani pedi? count me in! lilnasx: andddd third wheeling again 😭

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y/nthesongstress: I got the cutest dinner date 😍

druski2funny: I mean he's okay, he not alladat 🙃 lilnasx: and here his hating ass goes jackharlow: druski2funny will you give it up already?!? druski2funny: *insert bugs bunny meme* NO jackharlow: anyway 🙄 jackharlow: y/nthesongstress as long as I get to have you for dessert teyanataylor: can the two of you not keep your hands off each other for five minutes? jackharlow: teyanataylor no y/nthesongstress: teyanataylor no 2forwoyne: make sure yall bring me back any leftovers urbanwyatt: 2forwoyne I already called dibs, get in line y/nthesongstress: does yall best friend not feed yall? 2forwoyne: no urbanwyatt: no quiiso: no shloob_: no yungskylark: no jackharlow: now why are all of yall up here lying? 2forwoyne: y/nthesongstress your boyfriend hasn't fed me since the beginning of the CHTKMY tour jackharlow: 2forwoyne NOW....... y/nthesongstress: 😭😭😭😭😭

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jackharlow: mesmerized every time I watch her. On and off the stage 😜

lilnasx: just like I said, NASTY. But my girl ATE though! get it baby! y/nthesongstressupdates: imma need her to sit on me jackharlow: me first y/nthesongstress: jackharlow you need to behave lol can't take you anywhere urbanwyatt: y/nthesongstress it's only going to get worse from here on out, I can feel it. it all started with him forgetting to feed us jackharlow: urbanwyatt yall are grown ass adults who can feed yourselves! and y/nthesongstress it's not my fault that you look so good all the time y/nthesongstress: urbanwyatt don't worry urby, I got your back. all of you can come over for dinner tonight and jack is paying jackharlow: WHAAAAT?! we were supposed to have a night in with JUST US 2forwoyne: pulling up in an hour yungskylark: someone come get me! jackharlow: not her volunteering me to feed the entire Kentucky army jackharlowsource: NOT HIM CALLING THEM THE KENTUCKY ARMY jackharlow: not about to have any food in my house smh y/nthesongstress: jackharlow oh, but you'll have plenty of food baby 😏😉 urbanwyatt: I..... please not in front of my salad jackharlow: y/nthesongstress OH, well I'm ready and urbanwyatt seriously? lilnasx: all I know is that I better be the first one to get a wedding invite and I want it hand delivered to me for putting up with all this lovey dovey shit

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ghcstao3 · 11 months

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Once they’re old enough, Simon and Tommy form a band to spite their father—and after a lot of work, they find more success than their father ever had.

They make music to listen to, not only to be loud. It’s music with significance and some degree of relatability beyond the simple making of something, and it develops into something both Simon and Tommy are proud of. And despite the truth of their origins, they never attribute an ounce of inspiration of the formation of their band to their father—he doesn’t deserve it.

Near the beginning of their growth in popularity is when Tommy meets Beth. They get along incredibly well and marry only after a year of knowing each other. It’s sweet, Simon thinks. It’s something Tommy has needed, and earned. Unlike Simon. But he’s content to play bystander and brother-in-law.

Tommy’s the frontman, anyway. He’s the one meant to get the happy ending.

Then in the in-between of playing shows, Simon’s drum kit gets damaged in transport and he’s forced to buy a new one—so he wanders into a small, local music shop in his search. There isn’t anyone inside except for a man around his age whose far more interested in tuning a guitar than the fact that a customer has entered the sleepy shop.

Despite that, however, his smile when Simon approaches the counter is warm, friendly, blinding.

He’s extremely helpful in finding just what Simon is searching for. And maybe Simon asks a few more questions than necessary just to hear the pleasant lilt of the man’s Scottish accent.

Simon certainly doesn’t complain as the man helps load the parts into his car, either. But the interaction during is rather… odd, given his career.

That isn’t to say bad, however. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“So… whaddya need the kit for? You’re clearly no’ a beginner.”

“I’m in a band,” Simon replies easily. Usually, it’s that sort of statement that ticks someone off to who he is.

Yet instead of that flash of realization, the man just barrels forth, “Really? What’s it called?”

Simon tells him. And there still isn’t a hint of recognition.

“Haven’t heard of it,” the man says, not unkindly. “I’ll look it up, though. I don’t really listen to music.”

Simon blinks. He’s more than aware his face has probably contorted into some bizarre, astounded expression, as he notices the man’s smile falter for the first time since it had been plastered on.

“You work at a music store,” Simon says.

The man raises his eyebrows and glances back to the shop, mock surprise etching into his face. “Well, shite. Never noticed tha’.”

After a moment they both fall into easy peals of laughter, and Simon finds he doesn’t mind when the man seems to lean into him when another fit of giggles washes over.

Nor when the man presses a fist to his shoulder when they’ve both, finally, caught their breaths.

“Y’ken I can work here without listening to music,” the man says. “I just play it instead. And obviously I’m aware of the classics.”

Simon bites his cheek to tame the threat of a smile. “That so?”

The man nods solemnly. Simon’s smile breaks free the moment one is growing on the man’s own face as he holds out a hand. “I’m John, by the way.”

Simon accepts and shakes. “Simon,” he offers. “Do all your customers have to earn your name, then?”

He glances pointedly to where a name tag might typically sit for such a place of work. Though, granted, the rest of John’s outfit doesn’t quite scream uniform, either.

“Only my favourites,” John teases. “And by favourites I mean highest-paying with really nice brown eyes.”

Simon snorts. “Specific.”

“Very.” John grins. “I think you might be my top contender, actually.”

Unfortunately their conversation is cut short when they both hear the shop’s bell ring as someone else walks in, left only to quiet goodbyes and a promise see each other again in some future. Despite his craving to continue talking to John forever, Simon is still just as happy with what he’d managed.

He’ll make certain to see John again. He will. Especially after Tommy teases him about an unusual skip in his step as he unloads his new drum kit.

Maybe he, too, could get a happy ending.

(part 2)

#this got out of hand #anyway do u guys want a part 2 bc i might. i might write that #writing #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #alternate universe #drabble #ghost x soap #band au

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Epilogue

I want to thank everyone for the lovely support. I saw a couple questions about the other characters in the comment section of the last one and wanted to clear up a couple of things. Crystal=Argyle (he picked the name because he thought it sounded cool), Onyx=Dimitri (like @n0-1-important guessed in part 11). Diamond and his family were all OCs more on them here. Michelle (the whiny chick in the art class) is the only other OC. I tried as much as possible to include characters from the show when I could.

And to answer @ goodolefashionedloverboi‘s question: Jonathan and Nancy are in couple’s therapy and are doing better.

And then one final thing to explain (the curses of doing a WIP and posting it one at a time not every thread I put down got picked up again, oops!) is the garnet rings. I love gem stones and geology. It fascinates me so much so that I took it as an elective in high school. When I was researching a fic (don’t remember which one now) I was looking at Eddie’s rings. And a lot of people were making replicas with hard stones like hematite, onyx, or something that didn’t have cuts or facets. But Eddie’s ring sparkles. It’s clearly a gemstone. So I went looking up grey or black gemstones. I found a couple it could be but they weren’t discovered until the 90s (and while the ACTUAL stone the prop maker used could be that, I COULDN’T call it that). And then I found a grey garnet. It was a perfect match. It sparkles the way his does, the different shades it gets from the show, spot on. Hence the garnet.

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Two years later:

Variety Interview with Corroded Coffin

Max Mayfield: Hello, can you guys introduce yourselves for the people that have been hiding under a rock for the last two years?

They all laugh.

Jeff: I’m Jeff Lawrence, I’m rhythm guitar.

Gareth: I’m Gareth Hughes, I’m on drums.

Brian: I’m Brian Martin, I’m the bass guitarist.

Eddie: And I’m Eddie Munson, frontman, lead guitar, lead vocalist, and songwriter.

MM: That’s a lot of titles for one person.

JL: That’s because he’s the most dramatic out of all of us. He has to have allll the titles. Can’t share with the rest of us.

EM: Hey!

They all laugh again.

BM: Hey, you know it’s true.

EM: Yeah...but you’re giving away all my secrets right off the bat. Can’t you save some for later in the interview.

The other three look at each other.

JL, BM, GH: No.

Eddie throws his arms in the air.

EM: I’m telling Steve!

The other three look mock frightened for all of three seconds before they start laughing at him.

JL: You know Steve would agree with us.

Eddie pouts

MM: Can you tell us who Steve is?

Eddie fiddles with the singular ring on his right hand, looking down, bashfully. It one that I haven’t seen. Everyone is familiar with the the three chunky rings on his left hand. But this one is on his ring finger. The grey stone flashes as he plays with it.

EM: He’s the love of my life and my muse.

JL: He’s an art teacher back home.

BM: He’s our Eddie wrangler.

GH: He’s our band mascot.

I laugh.

MM: He sounds pretty special. How did you guys meet?

JL: We all went to high school together, actually.

MM: Oh, so were you high school sweethearts, then?

Eddie laughs.

GH: Yeah, no. He laughs.

BM: Let’s just say they started off on the wrong foot.

JL: The wrong everything, let’s be honest.

EM: Not my proudest moment. I was doing a favor for a family friend being a live model for an art class about five years later and assumed the worst about him.

MM: You mean there are actual art of you naked out there?

Eddie blushes.

EM: Several pieces in fact. But my favorite is Stevie’s. It’s still hanging up in our house in my studio.

GH: I’ve seen it. It’s not gross or anything.

JL: It won best in show at the art gala it was featured in.

BM: I think he’s totally wasted as an art teacher. He could be making more than we do selling his art work. But he loves working with kids.

MM: Sounds like the perfect guy.

EM: scoffs I love Steve, but he can be the most basic bitch. And he tends to be overprotective too.

GH: But we are here to talk about the new album.

MM: Fair enough. So tell me about working on Silent Killer. This is your second album, is that correct?

JL: Yeah, our self titled debut album just went double platinum. We knew going in it was going to be a tough act to follow.

GH: When we went platinum the first time, our manager Murray Bauman sent black flowers to all the record labels that passed on us.

EM: It was very suitably bitchy. It’s why he’s our manager.

MM: Certainly sounds like it. Do you guys deviate from your first album’s style in this one?

They look at each other and Eddie shrugs

EM: I mean, not really. It’s a more somber album to be sure. There was a song that we wanted to include on Corroded Coffin but decided it didn’t fit with the overall theme of the album that made its way on this one.

MM: Which song is that?

BM: Thorns and Thistles. It’s the song that got us our agent in the first place.

JL: Yeah. Murray was mad when the record label didn’t want to use it this time round. He fought tooth and nail to get on the album.

EM: Have you heard it yet?

I nod.

MM: Yeah. It’s beautifully heartbreaking. You say your label didn’t want to use it?

BM: They thought it was too sad.

JL: So to prove them wrong we sent it out as our first single, before we even started really working on the album.

MM: It had already gone gold before you announced the new record. That must have really got stuck in their craw.

EM: We’ve been laughing all the way to the bank.

MM: You guys won a Grammy for Song of the Year for The Jester and the King and Best New Artist. How was that for you?

BM: God I don’t know which of us bawled more on that stage. But it was everything we hoped for.

JL: Winning Song of the Year was a life changer. But no one thought we were going to win Best New Artist.

MM: No?

Eddie shakes his head.

EM: It rarely goes to a rock artist, especially a metal one. Everyone thought it would go to the kid...what’s his name...? He snaps his fingers.

JL: JJ Jenner.

EM: That’s the one. Fifteen year old kid with the pipes of an angel. Everyone, including us thought it would be him.

MM: Oh, I remember now, they put the kid’s reaction to losing on the jumbotron or whatever they call their big screen.

GH: I almost felt sorry for him.

Eddie grins.

EM: Almost.

MM: When you do red carpet events, Eddie, you bring your two lesbian friends with you, while the rest of the band brings their partners. Is there a reason you don’t bring yours? Especially since I learned your partner’s name is Steve.

All the members of the band shift uncomfortably in their seats, stealing glances at each as they silently decide who is going to answer the question.

MM: Oh. I feel like I stepped on a sensitive topic. I didn’t mean to.

Gareth clears his throat.

GH: Steve’s privacy is very important to us. There are times he would like to go to these things with Eddie...

JL: But he still gets attacks and can’t. He looks down at his hands. So he goes with the girls dress shopping and helps pick out their outfits for the night.

Eddie looks like he’s going to tear up.

EM: We’re working on it. He knew going to our relationship that this might become an issue but I always do what I can to make it up to him the moment I get home.

They all look somber, so I decide to change the direction of the interview.

MM: What’s next for the Corroded Coffin boys?

They brighten up almost immediately.

BM: Touring. We’ve got an American tour this spring and then a European tour this summer.

MM: Is there a reason you decided to wait on the European tour until summer?

Eddie blushes and the rest of the band nudge him playfully.

EM: It’s so Steve can come with us. He can’t leave during the school year, but he likes touring with us when it’s out for summer break.

MM: Ah ha.

The conversation turns to non-band related things again and I watch how close they are. It’s great to see a band that are still friends after years of playing together. Even though they’ve only been big for two years, they have been playing for twelve.

Let’s hope that they stay that way for the next twenty.

-Max Mayfield

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hearts-hunger · 1 year

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four weddings and a funeral — part four

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Series Summary: You and Danny haven’t spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

Chapter Summary: Sun, sand, booze, and music. It seems like fate's dealing you a pretty good hand, but you know in your heart it's too good to be true.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader | Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, mutual pining, angst | Word Count: 3.7k | Chapter Warnings: drinking, sexual innuendo, another creepy guy for Danny to scare off

A/N: More Danny and Sunshine for you, my loves! I really like how this chapter turned out, and I hope you like it too. PS - I highly recommend listening to this ocean ambiance while you read this chapter. ♡

The ceremony dragged. You were a little surprised, considering you’d always thought your cousin would be the type to be more interested in the partying side of the wedding than the actual getting married part, but you were glad to see her and her soon-to-be-husband doing what they wanted to for their wedding. Even if it was taking them seven years to get through their vows.

“Hey, sunny,” Danny whispered, drawing your attention from the front.

You leaned closer to him. “Hm?”

“If you had a beach wedding, how much do you think it would cost to rent some sharks to ride away on after you said ‘I do’?”

You snorted, hiding your face against Danny’s shoulder to keep quiet as a few guests shot you puzzled looks. You could feel Danny shaking with contained laughter, and it didn’t help you with your effort to get back some self-control.

“Shut up,” you whispered, still laughing, thankful you were in the very back row of chairs. “We’re gonna ruin the whole ceremony.”

“They already ruined it by not having sharks,” he muttered. “Anybody with half a brain would know that’s an extremely cool thing to do at a wedding.”

“Do it for your wedding,” you said. You made the mistake of looking up at him then, meeting his eyes that were almost a dark golden color in the fading sunlight.

“Maybe I will,” he said, his smile twinkling with amusement. “Can I count on you to be there, sunny?”

You blushed. “Sure. I’ll be at your shark-themed wedding, Dan.” You didn’t allow yourself to think too much about the joke, worried you’d start thinking about something even more ridiculous than sharks at a wedding.

When the couple finally said “I do” and Danny lamented once more that they hadn’t ridden off into the sunset on the back of a great white, he took your hand and led you to the wide pavilion that had been set up for the reception. Dozens of strings of fairy lights hung overhead, casting a warm light on the dance floor and the long tables set up for dinner; on a small stage, a band played swanky oldies that mixed with the sound of the ocean.

“I’ll have a margarita,” Danny told the bartender. “And a mojito for you, right, sunny?”

“Yes, please,” you agreed. You leaned against the bar and watched the band.

“They’re not too bad, huh?” you asked Danny when he handed you your drink. You watched his face with an almost embarrassed hesitance, waiting to see if he’d pretend to like them not to hurt your feelings when really he didn’t care for their music. You’d learned to spot that a mile away in men by now, though usually they didn’t care to conceal their derision when you said you liked something they considered beneath them.

“No, I think they’re really good,” he said, and his expression and tone were so honest and genuine that you relaxed immediately. Not just because he’d affirmed you in your music taste — you couldn’t deny that it mattered to you that Danny liked the music you did — but because you knew he’d have been straightforward and kind about it even if he hadn’t liked it.

“What’s that little tiny cymbal on the drum kit?” you asked, gesturing with your drink in the general direction of the band.

Danny smiled. “The splash? It’s kinda like a baby crash cymbal. It has a brighter sound, but it doesn’t last as long as the crash.”

“Which one’s the crash?”

“The medium one,” he said. “The bigger ones are the ride cymbals.”

“And the big ass drum with their logo on it?” you asked.

He laughed. “Bass drum. Maybe I should draw you a diagram.”

You took a napkin from the holder on the bar and slid it over to him, asking the bartender if he had a pen you could borrow. You gave it to Danny when you got it.

“I would love a diagram,” you said with a grin.

His smile was amused as he drew you a rough sketch of a drum kit, surprisingly neat for being drawn on a napkin. You watched him with fascination and undeniable attraction, enjoying this glimpse into his talent and skill set.

“Here’s your cymbals, the ones I was telling you about,” he said, pointing out each one. “Crash, ride, crash ride, splash. You also have your hi-hat, which is this little guy right here.”

He labeled each one in small block letters. “These are your toms and your snare drum. And then the big one, the bass drum.”

“You have all these in your kit?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I have other things too, like chimes and a side snare, but this is your basic setup.”

He lifted his hand and showed you one of the bracelets on his wrist, a thin string of silver bearing balls.

“You can put these on your cymbals too,” he said, running two fingers over the length of it. You completely missed what he said next, too distracted and flustered by that simple movement to even think straight.

“I’m sorry?” you said, feeling your face heat as you tore your gaze away from the bracelets on his wrist and the veins in his hand and the sheer length of his fingers.

He honest to god smirked, and you blushed hotter.

“They’re called cymbal sizzlers,” he said, deliberately popping the last syllable. You could only nod, dazed and somewhat dreamy.

“Sizzlers,” you said weakly. “Right. Sounds... sizzling.”

His cool composure broke then, unable to keep from laughing at your incisive commentary. As much as you’d liked his smugness, you loved the way laughter softened his features and gave his eyes a little sparkle.

“I’ll say,” he agreed, turning back to the drawing. He tapped the front of the bass drum. “I think we need a big ass logo for our band.”

“Ooh, I got it,” you said. He handed you the pen and smiled when he saw what you were drawing.

“Great work, sunny,” he said, admiring your stick figure couple. “I think Greta Van Fleet should change our logo to that.”

“No way,” you protested. “That’s only for our band.”

He grinned. “Our band, huh? What are we called?”

“The Cymbal Sizzlers,” you said, matter-of-fact.

He laughed. “Well, as a wise lady once said, that sounds sizzling.” He finished his drink. “Okay. Cymbal Sizzlers it is. I like it.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m a genius.”

He ordered another round of drinks for the two of you, and you carefully folded and tucked his drawing into your bag as you went to find your seats for dinner. Luckily, you were at the end of one of the long tables, and Danny moved his chair catty-corner to yours so you could leave the people next to you to their conversation.

Dinner was an assortment of seafood, and you and Danny enjoyed crab legs and oysters and everything in between with an air of decadence.

“I bet this is every day for you,” you teased.

He laughed. “Oh, sure. We always have a raw bar in the dressing room after a show.”

“Complete with gold-plated caviar,” you added.

He hummed in agreement. “Finish that up with a dessert of cocaine and Jack Daniels, and you’ve got a pretty good picture of my daily life.”

You took another drink of your mojito. You’d lost count of what number you were on and noticed you were starting to feel the heady flush of alcohol.

“Don’t forget the blowjobs,” you reminded him.

He shook his head. “That’s actually where I draw the line,” he said sagely. “Too much fun isn’t good for a man’s health.”

“Oh?” you asked innocently. “No silly slurpee while you’re having shrimp cocktail, huh?”

He almost spit out his drink. “No what?” He laughed so hard you thought you’d broken him, and you adored the way his face scrunched with joy and amusement.

“Danny,” you laughed. “It wasn’t even that funny.”

“I know!” he said. He hid behind his hands and smothered another round of bubbly laughter, and you felt the sound of it tug at your heart.

“Oh, god,” he managed eventually, gasping and wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to stop laughing. “You really almost killed me, sunny.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, reaching to put your hand over his. “I’ll keep my lame sex jokes to myself next time, I promise.”

He smiled. “Don’t you dare. I want to hear all of them.”

You finished your drink and stood, and you liked that Danny kept a hold of your hand as you did.

“You going to get another drink?” he asked.

“Yeah.” You gestured to his almost empty glass. “You want another?”

“Nah, I’m done,” he said with a laugh. “I’m plenty sauced. I’ll go get yours for if you want, though.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “I’m going to powder my nose.”

“Oh, fancy.” He finished off his drink. “'Kay. I’ll be here.”

You wove through the wedding guests milling about in various states of intoxication, humming along as the band played, feeling in some state of intoxication yourself. You had a pleasant buzz, and you were looking forward to dancing the night away with Danny.

You found the bathroom, and though there was thankfully no line, there was a skeevy-looking guy leaned against the wall by the door. His eyes locked onto you as you came nearer, and you hesitated. You wished there were some other girls around so you wouldn’t have to go past him alone, but for the moment it was just him and you.

You decided to trust your gut. You turned right back around and went for Danny.

He raised a brow when he saw you coming back to the table.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I...” All of a sudden, you felt weirdly embarrassed to ask. “There’s this guy that’s kind of hanging around over there, and... I don’t know...” You met his eyes. “Could you walk with me? And kind of... stand outside the door?”

“Of course,” he said easily. “Come on.”

His expression was relaxed as he walked with you, but you could tell by his posture alone that he was attentive and watchful. You stopped at the same place you’d stopped before, a few feet from the guy, and felt Danny’s reassuring touch to the small of your back.

“I’m not gonna let him bother you, sunny,” he said quietly. “I promise.”

He ushered you forward, putting himself between you and the guy and receiving an annoyed look for his trouble. Danny didn’t pay him any mind, leaning one broad shoulder on the wall between the guy and the door.

“I’ll wait right here for you,” he promised, his tone light.

You went inside with a feeling of relief, glad you’d gone back to ask for his help. When you were done, you looked yourself over in the mirror and tried to fix a few wayward strands of hair; you actually thought you looked kind of pretty, all sun-warmed and beachy and tipsy.

You came back out to see that the guy was gone, and Danny was still leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. You wondered if he’d managed to scare the guy off just by doing that, since his arms looked huge under his flimsy button down.

He looked over when you came out and gave you a cheerful smile. “Hi.”

You smiled back. “Hi. Thank you for staying.”

“No sweat,” he said. “I’m happy to tell creepy guys to fuck off any time you need me to.”

He pushed off the wall and walked over to the bar with you, and you noticed that people — men, especially — were more likely to give you a respectful distance in a way they probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t had Danny right behind you. You decided you kind of liked having a big strong guy you could trust watching your back.

The bartender gave you a wry smile when you came up. “Mojito, right?”

“Oh, lord, you already know what I’m gonna get?” you laughed. “Maybe I ought to slow down.”

You gratefully accepted the drink he made you regardless, and you chewed on your straw and swayed a little to the music as you and Danny watched the band for a minute.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he said when they started to play an upbeat, bluesy tune. He put his hand out in front of you. “Let’s dance to this one.”

“Okay,” you said happily, leaving your drink and taking his hand as he led you to the dance floor. He pulled you snug against him when you got a spot right by the band, and you didn’t have very long to be bashful about it before he had you laughing with his swanky dance moves.

“You didn’t know I was secretly a dancer, did you, sunny?”

You giggled and draped one arm around his neck. “I had no idea you were so multi-talented, Daniel. What other secrets are you hiding?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased. He took your hand and spun you like a princess before he tucked you back against him.

“Do you know this song?” he asked.

You shook your head. You were a little dazed with the feeling of him so close, his hand splayed over the small of your back.

“What’s it called?” you asked.

“‘Keep On Growing,’” he said. “Eric Clapton wrote it when he was in Derek and the Dominos.”

He let his hands wander a little, never too far, but you felt your breath catch when they came to rest high on your waist. His hands were so big; you knew he could manhandle you easily if he had a mind to, and you had never felt less concerned about it in your life.

“Someday baby, who knows where or when,” he sang. “Just you wait and see — we’ll be walking together hand in hand along forever, woman, just you and me.”

You gave him a heartsick smile. “Is that so?”

He shrugged and grinned down at you. “Have you ever known Eric Clapton to lie?”

You laughed at the ridiculous question, closing your eyes for a moment as you let Danny sway you to the music.

“Sing some more,” you said.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Just gotta wait for the guitar solo to end, honey.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the endearment, and he smiled as he tugged you closer.

“Time’s gonna change us, Lord, and I know it’s true,” he sang, just for you. “Our love’s gonna keep on glowing, and growing is all we’re gonna do.”

You danced for a long while after that song ended, but the thrill of being close to him only grew the longer he held you and danced you around with goofy, innocent enthusiasm.

When the band finally started to play a slower song, Danny pulled you close with a hand on your back, his free hand taking one of yours. You were glad you were taking a moment to catch your breath; the night air was warm, and now that you were resting against Danny’s chest, you felt a lot more drunk than you had a second ago.

“It’s hot,” you said, looking up at him.

His smile was a little crooked. “You are so drunk, aren’t you?”

“I am,” you agreed. “It’s still hot.”

He chuckled. “I know. You want to go for a walk by the water? Cool off a little?”

You hummed in agreement. “Take me away, Danny.”

He took your hand as he led you through the crowd on the dance floor. He stopped at the bar, but before you could tell him you definitely didn’t need any more alcohol, he got two glasses of ice water and handed one to you.

“Drink up, buttercup.”

You clinked your glass against his, happy that it made him smile. When you’d slaked your thirst, you pressed the side of the glass to your cheek and welcomed the icy sting of it.

“Hey,” you said, seeing the dessert bar. “Strawberry kiss.”

Danny gave you a confused smile. “What?”

“Yeah, you know,” you said. You set your glass down on the bar and put your hand on his arm. “You gave me a strawberry kiss this morning.”

“I remember,” he said, and you liked how he angled his body towards you. “I’d give you another one, but I don’t carry strawberries around in my pockets all day.”

You giggled. “You should.” You gestured to the dessert bar piled high with treats and cakes and a rainbow of fruit. “But you don’t have to.”

“Ah, I see,” he said. “Well, let’s go get you a strawberry kiss, sunny.”

When you had a plastic cup overflowing with strawberries and Danny had caught the one that had tumbled off the top, you walked down to the beach together and shared your dessert. Danny held out his hand to take each leafy top from you when you were finished and tossed them and the empty cup afterwards.

“You’re good at, like, holding things,” you said as you walked down the beach, feeling that a bit of your intelligence had maybe gone out the window with all those drinks.

Danny laughed. “Thank you, I think.”

You took his hand and held it, palm up, in yours. “It’s because your hands are ginormous. They can fit a lot of things.”

You ran your fingers over his palm, and he let out a surprised giggle and flinched away a little.

“Quit that,” he said, but he was smiling. His fingers closed over yours. “Maybe your hands are just tiny, sunny. D’you ever think of that?”

You grinned and brought his hand up to cover your face. “Nope. Because your hand is still big even when it’s not compared to my hand.”

He moved his hand to cup your jaw, his fingers tracing over your brow and your cheek as he did. You rested against his hand and looked up at him.

“You sure do look pretty tonight, sunny,” he said.

For the first time, you didn’t feel shy at his compliment. Maybe it was the rum, but you liked being able to just bask in the pleasure of his praise.

“Thank you,” you said. “I feel pretty tonight.”

You kept hold of his hand and leaned back, letting him hold your weight.

“Well, hold on a second,” he said. He took your other hand so you wouldn’t be lopsided. “There you go.”

You tipped your face up towards the moonlit sky and closed your eyes, feeling the salty ocean breeze brush over your face and Danny’s warm, strong hands holding yours.

“Danny?”

“Hm?”

“I think we should lay down in the sand and connect with the earth.”

He chuckled. “Okay, sunny. Should I just drop you, or...?”

You opened your eyes. “No!”

He grinned. “Fine.” He gently eased you back upright and steadied you as you tried to manage the sand and your dress and your tipsiness with a modicum of grace. You breathed a long sigh when you laid back in the sand, feeling the soft, cool grit of it on your skin.

“How’s this?” Danny asked, propping himself up on his arm next to you. “Do you feel connected with the earth?”

You took a handful of sand and let it trickle through your fingers. “Yeah. Do you?”

“Sure.” He brushed back the lock of hair the breeze had drawn across your face, hooking it behind your ear. “I guess I feel connected to the ocean, too. Pushing, pulling. Always coming back to the shore.”

You turned your head to meet his eyes, and he gave you a gentle smile.

“What?” he asked.

“Just thinking,” you said quietly. You touched your fingers to the pendant on his necklace. “Do you think I can be the sun and the beach, and you can be the moon and the ocean?”

He held your hand and ran his thumb over your palm. “I think that sounds perfect.”

You closed your fingers around his hand, feeling his warmth and steadiness. “I don’t want to be apart from you for a long time, Danny.”

“What do you mean, honey?”

You turned your face back towards the starry sky, feeling close to crying for some reason.

“I missed you after I moved,” you said, and your voice was tight. “I felt like I lost my best friend. And I know we were only kids, but I always thought of you after I left. I always hoped we’d see each other again, somehow.”

Though the past few days had rekindled your old friendship, you knew it was wishful thinking to believe you could maintain a strong relationship after this week, let alone explore the idea of romantic love with each other. You wanted both, foolishly, but Danny wasn’t just Danny any more; he’d be no more likely to want to fit you into his life than you would be able to fit him into yours. It just wasn’t meant to be, and it was painfully obvious despite the gentleness between you.

A tear trickled down your cheek, and Danny moved your joined hands to brush it away.

“I missed you too, sunshine,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be apart from you either. I think fate brought us back together for a reason, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was so quiet even you could barely hear it over the sound of the ocean. “To break my heart, I think.”

Danny didn’t seem to hear you, or if he did, he didn’t respond. He touched a finger to your jaw.

“Look at me, sunny.”

You did. Another tear rolled over the bridge of your nose, and he leaned close and kissed it away.

“No crying at a wedding,” he chided gently.

You gave a watery laugh. “That’s all that people do at weddings, Danny. Cry and drink.”

“And dance,” he said with a smile. “Don’t forget dancing.”

He stood, gently bringing you to your feet with him. He held you close and swayed you to the rhythm of the waves.

“We should just stay like this forever,” you said.

His soft laugh rumbled in his chest where you leaned against him. “Sounds good to me, sunshine.”

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An audience with... John Paul Jones

(from Uncut, April 2010 - link)

You’re stuck on a deserted island, you have one instrument you can bring. It is: a) piano, b) bass or c) mandolin? (Gary Attersley, Ontario, Canada)

Oh… that’s horrible! I’ll probably get Hugh Manson – the guy who builds all my bass guitars – to build me some monstrous instrument that encapsulated all three! Hugh and his brother Andy Manson once actually designed me a triple-necked guitar with 12-string guitar, six-string guitar and mandolin on it! Andy also designed a triple-necked mandolin. But I guess if it really came down to it on a desert island, it would have to be the piano, because you can do so much on it. You’re a whole band. The bass is not much fun on your own.

John, it’s so good to see you so engaged with today. Any advice for old farts who can’t move on? (Andrew Loog Oldham)

Who are you calling an old fart? I dunno, Andy, you tell me! Ha ha. He’s done a good job of staying up to date. Andrew, of course, gave me the name John Paul Jones. I was John Baldwin, until Andrew saw a poster for the French film version of John Paul Jones. I thought it ’d look great in CinemaScope, as I wanted to do music for films. I imagined it saying “Music By John Paul Jones”, over the whole screen. I never realised then that he was the Horatio Nelson of America!

I know that you’ve been getting heavily into bluegrass lately – who are some of your favourite bluegrass artists of all time? (Ryan Godek, Wilmington, Delaware)

Apart from Bill Monroe, you mean? Oh, there’s loads. I’m friends with the Del McCoury band, I love that style of classic bluegrass. I love Sam Bush’s Newgrass stuff. And of course there’s Nickel Creek, Chris Feely, Mike Marshall. I love it all, really. One thing I like about bluegrass is that you don’t require amplifiers, drums and trucks. You can pull an instrument out of a box and get on with some instant music making. I carry a mandolin around wherever I go. I also like the fact bluegrass musicians play more than one instrument. There’s a tradition of them swapping instruments. In bluegrass bands I swap between double bass, fiddle and banjo.

One Butthole Surfers anecdote, please? (Dave Grohl)

Ha! I was brought in to produce the Butthole Surfers’ 1993 album, Independent Worm Saloon. I guess it was to give it a heavy rock vibe, but it didn’t work like that. They were actually incredibly hard-working in the studio, but I do recall running up a phenomenal bar-bill at the San Rafael studio. And then there was Gibby [Haynes, Butthole Surfers’ frontman] and his… eccentric studio behaviour. Gibby did one vocal take shouting into his guitar. He held it out in front of his face and screamed at it. Ha! He was trying to find out if it picked up through the pick-ups, which it kind of did. And that was pretty good.

How’s the violin coming along? (Sean, Berkshire)

I started about three years ago. With the guitar, or the piano, you can sound OK quite quickly. With the violin, it takes much longer. Once you get past the first six months of scraping, of muttering to yourself, “What is this fucking horrible noise on my shoulder?” you get the odd musical bit, and you think, ‘Oh, this is starting to get good.’ And you continue with it for a while. I’m getting into country fiddle playing, Celtic folk songs, a bit of swing. Basic stuff, but very satisfying.

Why not record a second ‘Automatic For The People’ with REM? (Franz Greul, Austria)

They haven’t asked me! But doing the string arrangements for that album was a great experience, actually. They sent me the demos of their songs, and we went into a studio in Atlanta, with members of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra. They were great songs, something you can really get your teeth into as an arranger. And I’ve been good friends with them ever since.

How did you first meet Josh Homme? And is he still a notorious party monster? (Rob Hirst, Kippax, Leeds)

Well, I think we’ve all calmed down rather a lot. Dave introduced me to Josh at his 40th birthday party. It was a ridiculous themed place where they have jousting with knights. As Dave said, it was like somewhere you’d have your 14th birthday party. Or maybe even your 4th. Anyway, Dave sat Josh and I together for a blind date. Which was reasonably embarrassing for both of us, surrounded by people going “prithee this” and challenging each other to duels. But we survived the trauma and went into the studio the next day, and just started jamming. And I knew immediately it was going to be something special.

If Them Crooked Vultures had Spice Girls-like nicknames what would they be? (Paul Jones, Liverpool)

Dave would be Smiley Vulture. He can’t stop grinning. Josh would be Slinky Vulture. He’s a slinky kinda guy. And I’d be Speedy, I guess. Or Jumpy. So there you go. Smiley, Slinky and Speedy. Or does that sound more like the dwarfs?

I remember you being a pretty funky bass genius back in the day! What memories do you have of those sessions? (Donovan)

The sessions with Don and Mickie Most were great, because we were given a free hand. I usually got leeway, because I was the sort of Motown/Stax specialist, so producers in the mid ’60s would get me in for cover versions of American records, and none of them could write bass parts convincingly enough, so I was London’s answer to James Jamerson, I guess! And I was certainly encouraged to get kinda… funky when I worked with Donovan.

How did it feel to see Jimmy Page and Robert Plant venture off in their own project in the ‘90s without mentioning a word of it to you? (Danny Luscombe, Hull)

Oh yeah, I was pissed off about it. The surprise was in not being told. It’s ancient history now, but it was a bit annoying to find out about it while reading the papers. It came just after Robert and I had been discussing the idea of doing an Unplugged project. Then I’m on tour in Germany with Diamanda Galás, I turn on the TV and see Robert and Jimmy doing it, with someone else playing all my parts! I was pissed off at the time. You would be, woudn’t you? But… it’s all in the past, isn’t it?

Did you listen to much work by Josh Homme or Dave Grohl before you were contacted in relation to joining Them Crooked Vultures, and if so, how did you honestly rate it? (Ralph Ryan, Lisronagh, County Tipperary)

I did like the Foo Fighters and Queens Of The Stone Age, before I’d met either of them. There’s a tendency for people – especially musicians from my generation – to say that there has been this terrible decline in musicianship, that today’s bands haven’t got the chops, blah blah blah. But that’s not true at all. There’s always some people for whom technique on an instrument isn’t necessary. They can get their ideas across without being able to have the chops. But Josh really does have the chops, he just doesn’t feel the need to flash them about all the time. In fact, there were a few riffs he gave me that I had to simplify, because they were bloody difficult to play. I really had to work at it, where he could just flick it off. He is an astonishing musician.

Were you serious when you told Peter Grant that you wanted to jack it in to become choirmaster at Winchester Cathedral? (Brian Fisher, Manchester)

Ha! That was a tongue-in-cheek joke, although I was serious about leaving Led Zeppelin in 1973 unless things changed. But Peter did sort things out pretty quickly. What kind of choirmaster would I have made? A bloody good one! Listen, any way that they’ll pay you for making music is just the best situation in the world. I’d do it for nothing. I don’t care what music it is. I just love it all. The rubbing of notes together. I love it all. I would be very passionate about whatever I decided to do.

What was the worst session you ever did as a jobbing session player? (Adam Burns, Castleford, West Yorkshire)

I generally have fun memories of that time. I’d criss-cross London playing two or three sessions a day, going between Trident and Olympic and Abbey Road and Philips in Marble Arch, you know. You’d be backing Shirley Bassey, Cat Stevens, Lulu, whoever was paying you. The worst experience was a Muzak session. With Muzak sessions, the music was deliberately boring. I distinctly remember one session where I embellished the bass part a little bit, just so that it wasn’t so boring for me to play. They said, “No, you can’t do that. Any interest in the music will distract people’s attention from when they’re meant to be eating.” Or standing in a fucking lift. For fuck’s sake! So I was like, “OK, thanks, bye!”

#john paul jones #jonesy #led zeppelin #robert plant #planty #jimmy page #pagey #john bonham #bonzo #60s #70s #70s rock #70s music #rock music #ourshadowstallerthanoursoul

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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I want to request something but I’m not creative so I’m scared. 😅 Gareth breaks his wrist before a Corroded Coffin show and his sister who is home for the summer from college subs for him and Eddie falls hard ?? Fluff or lemony, which ever you choose if you accept this request 😭

AN | I love this idea! Okay, so Eddie being a dick and being soft? I love to see it. Enjoy 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“What do you mean you broke your wrist?” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose before banging his head against the wall. Gareth sighed on the other end of the line, “are you sure you can’t…play?”

“Eddie,” the drummer sighed heavily, “my wrist is in a cast for at least five weeks.”

“We can’t not have a drummer for five weeks!”

“I know,” he agreed, “which is why I’ve already thought of a plan. If you’ll stop panicking for a second I can tell you what it is.”

“Fine!” he sighed dramatically and ran a hand through his messy waves, “what’s the plan?”

“Jeff can play drums - “

“Not as well as you.”

“Yes, he can, he just prefers guitar,” Gareth paused for a moment before exhaling deeply, “but…my sister is coming home from college for the summer in a few days. She can play guitar, really well actually. And what we were thinking is that Jeff can play the drums for me while I’m gone and then she can play the guitar for the band.”

“Nope,” Eddie didn’t even take a moment to process anything further than sister and plays guitar. He knew you - well, he’d grown up with you around and that had been enough for him. Enough to make him develop a small - large - crush on you. Even if he only saw you for a few minutes at a time, it had been enough to make him smitten. But you didn’t even seem to notice him…much to his dismay. But he knew he wasn’t going to survive a whole summer with you, that alone might have been enough to kill him, “no way. No. That’s the final answer.”

“You haven’t even seen her play,” the boy groaned and wondered what it would take to get his illustrious leader to change his mind, “seriously? It’s either her or the band doesn’t play this summer. Is that really what you want, Eddie? I thought you liked her-”

“I don’t like her,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his defenses and walls up immediately. He wasn’t sure what Gareth would do if he found out he was harboring a crush on you, but he wasn’t in the mood to find out. That was an issue better left for…never.

“-she likes you, so what’s the problem?” he raised an eyebrow in confusion, despite the fact that Eddie couldn’t see him, “you don’t like her? It seemed the two of you got along well enough?”

“I mean, umm, yeah. She’s fine,” he agreed, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. There was no way he was going to get around this without having to make some dramatic excuse. But that would mean a long time without band practice. And you certainly couldn’t have a band without drums. He groaned softly, biting on his knuckle to mute the sound, “fine. Fine. But when this band sucks, don’t blame me!”

“It’s only eight weeks, we’ll live. And it’ll be fine.”

“You said five!”

“I said at least five - eight is preferable to my doctor,” Eddie was trying not to lose his cool at the amusement in Gareth’s voice, “she’ll be here this weekend. I’ll keep you posted!”

“Fine! But I’m going to complain the whole time,” he slammed the receiver down so hard it almost took the phone off the wall. This was going to be the death of him, he just knew. You were going to be the death of him, “fuck. Fuck!”

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It felt weird to be back in your childhood bedroom after having been gone for almost a year. Your parents hadn’t changed it a bit, except for freshening up for your return. It was almost nice to be back, despite the fact that you loved college. But you were still nervous for the fact that you’d be seeing Eddie again and soon. And in a much more intimate setting than you were used to. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to handle it; it seemed like every time you saw him, even if it was for the briefest of moments, he managed to make your heart race and face feel like it was on fire. These next couple of months were going to be pure hell.

“Hey,” your younger brother knocked on the door, a nervous smile on his face. You knew him so well, and you were able to see that something was going on immediately. You crossed your arms over your chest and motioned for him to go on, “so, I talked to Eddie and the guys about the whole you subbing in for me thing.”

“And?”

“Well, they’re fine with it, but umm,” he played with a frayed piece of string on his cast, “but Eddie is not quite…on board. He agreed but he’s hesitant.”

“Really?” you tried to hide your disappointment by putting on an amused expression. You thought he’d liked you - not liked but would be fine enough with you being there, “what’s his issue?”

“It’s not so much an issue as it is…he doesn’t quite think you’ll be…up to par,” he was avoiding your eye and you just threw up your hands and shrugged, “but once you’re there, it’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

“He doesn’t have to like me or whatever,” you waved your hand around dismissively, “but as long as he lets me play, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry, dear little brother, I’ll do my best to impress him.”

"As long as you guys get along, it'll be okay…I think."

"I don't have a problem with him," you insisted pointedly. You really did not…you very much felt the opposite, "he's the one with the issue."

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A group of young boys shouldn’t have intimidated you. Well, two of them didn’t, but the tall, lanky metalhead did. Maybe if you just played and ignored everything else it would all go smoothly. Sure. Yeah. Maybe?

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, drowned out by the strum of the guitar strings as you listened to make sure everything was tuned properly. The instrument felt good in your hands, right as it always did, but there was the most minute shaking of your hands. None of the songs were that complicated, at least for not you, but you still wanted to make sure you didn’t fuck anything up too much.

“Oh,” the small sound of surprise caused you to look up at the doorway, your stomach churning at the sight of none other than Eddie Munson. His face was very neutral, undoubtedly on purpose as he looked you over, “you’re here.”

“Hi Eddie,” you offered him a tentative smile, deciding that you weren’t going to be rude or anything. What was it that they said? Kill them with kindness or something like that. He didn’t return the sentiment but instead nodded his head as he came into the small practice space, “how’re you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. My brother’s told me -”

“I don’t care,” his reply was harsh and biting and you almost physically recoiled from him. Your mouth opened and closed in surprise; you’d never known him to be like this before. He’d always seemed so kind and friendly and from what Gareth had told you, he was practically a saint, “you’re here for the summer, you can fill in and we’ll leave it at that.”

“Wow,” you scoffed, shaking your head. Alright then, kindness was thrown out the window, “I know we’re not close friends, but I didn’t think you hated me. Look, I just thought this would be fun and maybe I could help out. I’ve been playing for a long time and -”

“You’re right,” he pulled his own guitar out of the case, not even bothering to look at you, “we’re not friends. No need to start now. As long as you can keep up, it’s whatever. What do you play?”

“Strat,” your voice almost caught in your throat as he looked at your guitar with disdain, “Fender…stratocaster.”

“I know what a strat is.” he rolled his eyes, “typical. Light blue…cute color, princess.”

“Eddie,” you sighed in frustration, “do you know what I study in school?”

“Why would I?”

“Music,” you ignored his rude response, “I study music, theory and performance. I’ve been playing since I was a kid, I do happen to know what I’m doing. So you can cut the shit and just let me play. It’s only a few months and I’m gone, and this way you can keep playing with your silly little band.”

“Just because you study music, doesn’t mean you know how to play! How to put your heart into it and truly play,” he threw the strap over his shoulder and glowered, “so let’s see how you keep up and what you can really do.”

“Fine,” you agreed, standing in front of him and giving him a glare that you hoped was just as intimidating as he was, “get ready to eat your heart out, Munson.”

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And he did. He really did, but he would never admit that to your face.

In the best case scenario he thought you’d be horrible and he could easily refuse to let you play with the rest of them. Mid case scenario - Eddie came up with that on the fly - you’d be mediocre and he could easily drown you out by simply playing louder. Worst case scenario - you’d be great, everyone would love you, and he’d have to put up with you for the summer. Which seemed like a herculean task; as soon as he’d spotted you, his heart had started to pound with nerves and butterflies exploded in his stomach.

His natural reaction? Be a huge dick until maybe you’d leave on your own accord. Instead that didn’t work and you probably hated him. So…he’d royally fucked up.

And on top of that, the worst case scenario had come true. You were a dream; not just metaphorically but also literally. Eddie wanted to punch himself and prayed that the ground opened up and swallowed him whole. Neither of those things happened and instead he was left fuming as you acted like nothing was wrong. Well…for you it wasn’t. But for him? His whole plan, his whole summer really, was falling apart.

You were a very good player; a talent honed over the years with practice and dedication. You knew you were good; you knew that the others knew you were good. Most importantly you knew that Eddie knew. You were going to have fun with this; if he was going to give you a hard time, you were going to give it back just as hard.

Once practice wrapped up, you took your sweet time to pack up your gear, lingering alongside Eddie. The metalhead hadn’t said a word, but you weren’t going to let him get away just like that. Swinging the case over your shoulder, you flounced over to him, putting on the sweetest smile and softest tone you knew would grind his gears.

“So,” you batted your lashes at him, watching his chocolatey flash with annoyance, “what did you think? Did I put enough heart and soul into it? Was there enough emotion? Was I doing it right?”

“You were fine,” he grumbled as he zipped his own case shut, “thoroughly adequate.”

“Adequate,” you trailed after him as he started to walk back out to his van, “that’s rich coming from the man that could barely stay on beat.”

“It’s my music!” he turned on his heel and you almost crashed into him, “I think I know how to play it!”

“Perhaps you were…distracted?” you were pushing every single one of his buttons and you were loving it, “maybe I could help you to focus. You just gotta let me know how, Eddie. Tell me what you need.”

“You think you’re so clever don’t you?” he’d leaned in and was close now…close enough that your eyes flicked to his plush, pink lips before meeting his eye again. You looked at him with wide doe eyes and shrugged innocently, “whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not going to work, princess. Don’t think you’re so smart.”

“Oh, I don’t,” you took a step back and slowly rocked on your heels, “I’ve just…I’ve always liked to play with fire. See you soon, Eddie. If you want some practice, you know where to find me.”

“Like I would-”

Before he could continue, you did the unthinkable, surprising yourself just as much as him. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, turning around to walk back to your own car without another word. You didn’t even pause to see his expression, didn’t pause to give him a chance to say anything. Instead you got into your car, and turned it on, leaving without another glance in his direction.

Eddie watched you go, dumbfounded as he tried to process what had just happened. His hand went to his cheek, fingertips ghosting over the area your lips had touched. It felt like his whole face was on fire, his mind in overdrive at everything that just happened. His own plan, granted it hadn’t been a genius one to begin with, had majorly backfired. And now he felt like a lovesick puppy, staring after you like his life depended on it.

He’d already committed your perfume, your smile, the sound of your laugh, and the feel of your lips to memory. And as much as he wanted to remain strong and come out on top, you were already slowly wearing him down, bit by little bit. Eddie Munson was a sucker; and he was a sucker for you.

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Eddie Munson, a man that loved music almost more than anything, was conspicuously absent from band practice over the next week. While the rest of the guys, and your brother, had no clue what was going on, or why he was suddenly bowing out. But you were well aware of what was going on and that it was your presence that kept him away.

But when it came time for the show at the Hideout, Eddie made his triumphant reappearance, acting as though nothing was wrong. When asked questions he played them off and acted as if he hadn’t been gone at all. Which just made things even more suspicious when you acted all sweet to him and he was colder than an iceberg.

Surprisingly, the show went as well as it could - probably even better than that. After that, no one questioned Eddie anymore. Whatever he had been off doing seemed to have worked and knocked some focus back into him. It wasn’t lost on you either. Nothing that Eddie did was lost on you; whenever he was around he had all of your attention, as he had done since the two of you were kids. But it wasn’t likely that he knew that…you were sure he wasn’t even aware of your existence outside of your little brother.

Once the rest of the gang had left, you went backstage to find the man of the hour. You’d spotted his van in the parking lot and knew he hadn’t just fled. Once you stepped behind the curtain, you found him packing up. He froze at the sound of your soft footsteps, unsurprised to find that it was you approaching him.

“So,” you moved over to him, hopping onto the table next to his case. He stiffened for a moment before letting himself glance over at you. His expression was surprisingly docile from what you had expected to see, “you were…wonderful tonight.”

“You can save the pity, princess.”

“It’s not pity, Eddie,” you insisted softly, and the tenderness in your voice caught him off guard, “I wouldn’t just hand out a compliment if I didn’t feel like it was earned.”

“Yeah, well…” he looked at you, opening and closing his mouth a few times, determining that he didn’t have a smart remark left, “thanks.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” there was a small smirk tugging up the corner of his mouth and you playfully groaned.

“Why do you hate me, Eddie?” The question caught him off guard as he stopped what he was doing and looked at you with raised eyebrows. Oh. You thought he hated you. He’d either played his cards right or seriously wrong. He cleared his throat before awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“I-I don’t…hate you,” he insisted softly as you giggled at his nervous response. That was the singular most beautiful sound in the world, “not at all.”

“Really?” you swung your legs back and forth as you watched him intently. A pretty flush of pink rose up in his cheeks as he busied himself with anything else, “‘cause it kinda seems like you hate me. You don’t want to see me, you don’t like having me around, and you’ll barely look at me. What am I supposed to think?”

“It’s not…hate,” he shook his head, his roguish waves bouncing around, “it’s…”

“It’s what?” you asked sweetly as you leaned in so your face was near his, “tell me. I don’t hate you, Eddie. I happen to like you, you know.”

“Like me?” he parroted as you nodded, “whaddya mean?”

“I mean I like you, Eddie,” you smiled softly, “you’re smart, I think you can put the pieces together. So tell me, if you don’t hate me, how do you feel about me?”

His breathing grew stunted for a moment and internally he was screaming. Every fiber of his being was humming with electricity and he felt like a live wire. Had you really meant that you liked him or that you liked him as in you tolerated him? He tilted his head to the side and looked at your bright eyes, his stomach exploding in butterflies.

It was your soft smile that broke the proverbial camel’s back and caused him to throw out any reservations. His hand found your face, the metal of his rings cool against your warm skin as he pulled you to his lips. The sudden shift caught you off guard for a moment but then reality hit - holy shit - Eddie was kissing you.

You leaned into him, letting your hands find his waist as you meddled yourself into his body. This moment was even better than you had ever imagined…and you had imagined it a lot. His touch was surprisingly gentle, but fervent and needy, and managed to cause you to moan into his mouth. It felt like you had kissed him a million times before, like this was a dance you’d both been used to.

Eddie only broke the kiss when he felt breathless and dizzied, almost sure that he was dreaming. But then he saw you looking back at him with pink, swollen lips, and starry eyes. He trailed your fingers along your jaw before tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, “so you don’t hate me?”

“You’re insufferable,” his words held no bite as you both laughed, “obviously not. I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

“So that’s why you were being a huge dick to me,” you gently pushed his chest as his expression turned sheepish, “thought you could push me away, huh?”

“I thought it might have been better that way,” his laugh was nervous as you watched him intently, “don’t know I was supposed to survive a whole summer with you. Practically kill me every time you walk into the room. Have for a long time.”

“Yeah?” you were beaming now, “is this a good time to admit that I’ve had a crush on you for years?”

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Fuckin’ way,” you insisted, “so…you gonna kiss me again?”

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, “...if that’s what you want.”

“Hell yeah,” you replied softly, “just kiss me already, Munson!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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damon-loves-pie · 2 years

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"Want to do something wild?"

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

Word count is a little over 2,500 words.

Warnings: 18+, character is 18+, alcohol, pet names, sex, blow jobs, fingering, some butt play to the female. Mostly SMUT SMUT SMUT.

Author’s note: I have personally went through something like this and I all I could think was Eddie so of course I had to make it an imagine. I haven’t wrote imagines for about 3 years though, I had decided to stop and deleted all my old ones a long time ago. But this man has me feeling some kind of way and I just had to. Please be kind and I would apricate any feedback. I hope you enjoy! Also I didn’t really proof-read so hopefully everything is okay!

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It had been a great night, you were laughing in Eddie's van watching Dustin walk into his home. Of course since it was Friday you all ended up having a few drinks, enjoying the beginning of the weekend. You and Eddie defiantly didn't let the kids drink too much, but you did let the younger boys have a few drinks just to feel good. Also you didn't think anyone parents, especially Dustin's, would appreciate the boys coming home fucked up. You know if he came home sloshed your aunt would have your throat.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Eddie asks, lighting a cigarette while offering you the pack. You take it as he puts a hand on your thigh making butterflies shoot through your stomach at this small action. You smile mumbling a thank you, taking the pack from him as you steal a cigarette. This small interaction was normal between you two though. Both of you have been close since middle school and have always been touchy. You would be lying though if you said you didn't pray someday you two could be more than friends. But little to your knowledge, Eddie actually felt the same way.

"Yeah it was fun spending some time outdoors," You nod lighting the cigarette, inhaling the smoke. You set the pack onto the dashboard and intertwine your hand with Eddie's. The calloused skin making your skin crawl as you wanted to feel them all over your body. Blowing out the smoke, you watched the road ahead of you knowing soon you would be home. The tension in the air thickens as Eddie drives, both not wanting the night to be over. "You have fun?" You ask glancing at him as you arrive at the stop sign before your house.

Eddie drums his fingers on the dash, glancing between you and your house. "Yeah, and actually I'm not ready for the night to end." He tells you honestly, turning left instead of going down the road. "Glad I'm not the only one," you laugh as he puts the car into park on the side of the road. You watch Eddie shuffle around before he finds his flask, taking a big gulp. You almost drooling at the sight of his Adam's apple moving.

Handing you the flask as he wipes his lips, watching you slowly bring the flask to your lips. You take a drink, wincing at the liquor going down your throat. Eddie laughs slightly, turning towards you as you pull the flask away from your mouth. Eddie notices a small dripple left on your lips and reaches over, running his thumb over it to wipe it off. You blush, mumbling a thanks as he takes a drag of his cigarette. Eddie's eyes darken as a thought forms in his mind.

Taking another drink he looks at you. "Want to do something wild?" He asks passing you the flask. "Like what Munson?" You smirk, taking another drink. Eddie exhales looking you in your eyes, "Like fuck?" He questions. You cough, surprised at the question when you look over to the boy. You look into his eyes wondering if he's being serious, he looks back taking one last drag before throwing out his cigarette. "Your place or mine baby?" You finally smirk at him biting your lip, bringing the flask to your lips once more.

This man basically drags you into his trailer, door slamming as he presses your body against it. Your lips crashing together, moans escaping from both of your mouths in desperation. The two of you have waited for this exact moment since the beginning of high school. Your hands roaming his entire body as his hands move up to your hair, pulling your head to the slide licking up your neck. You shiver as he smirks biting your skin softly making your body scream. "Eddie, I'm here to get fucked not to get teased." You breathe out, eyes closed while he marks all the way down your neck groaning at the words that came out of your dirty little mouth.

He chuckles while you whine wanting more, kissing his way to your lips, connecting them once more. You moan into his mouth as he lightly bites your bottom lip pulling gently. "I don't think you know what you're getting into princess." He breathes heavily, panting as he connects your forehead with his. Sweat was already forming on both of your bodies. You giggle before speaking, "I don't think you know what you're getting into Munson." He kisses you once more deeply, his lips feeling so soft against yours. Eddie breaths against your lips. "Lets move to the bedroom yeah?"

You pin Eddie to the door the moment it's shut, roaming your hands all over his body needing him closer. Your mouth meets his moaning as you feel the budge formed in his pants. Needing more than what your getting your hands move, pulling off his jacket. He pulls you close to him, your black top and his hellfire shirt being the only two things stopping your bodies from touching. You kiss him, slipping your tongue slowly into his mouth. Eddie groans as you trace his tongue with yours.

Getting tired of how slow both of you are being, you pull away removing your shirt to reveal your breasts. Eddie's eyes widen at the sight, almost bursting out of his head as he sees your chest for the first time. If he was being honest you never really left much room to the imagination, which he never minded. But even with you always walking around braless saying they were unnecessary that sight was no where compared to this.

"Your turn, take off your shirt." You order him, turning him on a little more as he talks a step towards you. He chuckles, " Whatever you want (Y/L/N)." You watch as he lifts his arms to the back of his head pulling off the shirt, hair falling onto his bare shoulders. God this man was so beautiful you thought, looking at the small tattoos on his chest and arms as he throws the shirt on the floor.

Taking a step forward you push your lips against him once more, feeling your bare chests touching. The feeling of being against his body makes you moan into the kiss, needing to feel more of him. He runs his hands around your body, the calluses from playing the guitar making you shiver under his fingertips. Biting your lip he moans as you curl your fingers into his beltloops. You circle around, pushing him into the bed crawling on top of him.

Eddie connects his lips to your chest, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin as he moves his hands onto your ass. Grinding your hips down onto his jeans which were pleading for some kind of friction. You moan at the feeling of his tight pants against your thin skirt, knowing soon you would feel him inside of you. You move away from his lips kissing down his neck, sucking and biting here and there. Eddie moaning and whimpering underneath you, making you wetter and wetter.

You continue kissing all the way down his body till you reach his pants. He breathes heavy looking down at you. You slowly undo his pants, pulling them and his boxes down off his legs. Licking your lips you look at the boy, not really surprised at his size. You know you've turned the boy on a few times over the years sometimes on accident and other times on 'accident' out of curiosity. Eddie watches as you gently place your hand around his throbbing member.

"You don't have to- holy fuck." Eddie moans as you lick up his shaft, quivering under your touch. You loved giving head, something about seeing someone so vulnerable underneath you turned you on more. You spit on it making eye contact with Eddie, slowly moving your fingers up and down. His eyes roll back as you run your thumb over the tip, making his shaft nice and wet for you. Eddie watches you lean down, thinking you were going to connect your mouth again. His eyes widen when your tongue meets his balls, shooting pleasure though his body. "Fuck (Y/N)," He moans as you start to pump your hand up and down.

Eddie's a mess underneath of you as suck on each of his balls, taking them into your mouth sucking gently on both of them. Eddie had never had a girl do that before, he was overwelled with sensation as your eyes never left his. Sucking on them one last time you move up licking his tip. He gulps as you slide his cock into your mouth. The wetness of your mouth makes him clutch onto the bed sheets, eyes rolling back as you move up and down circling your tongue around. Eddie watches, noticing the hair falling in front of your face as you kept tucking it behind your ear. He leans forward slightly pulling your hair into his hands, groaning as you go deeper. You looked so beautiful gagging on his dick, looking him in the eyes, your hair poking out between his rings. Eddie knew he was about to cum.

You start moving faster, the sound of him needing you motivating you to keep moving. Eddie feels that familiar feeling in his stomach as you continue rubbing his balls causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. You laughed, removing your mouth with one last suck. "Sorry but you're not cumming yet Munson." You smile, shaking your head as you pumped your hand a few more times.

"Well it's your turn now princess," He chuckles, sitting up putting his hands into your hair pulling your body against his. You moan as he slides his tongue into your mouth, licking around yours. Slowly he leans you back, climbing on top of you, chest breathing heavy. You grab his hand moving it down towards your wet core needing something from the boy. Eddie moans into your mouth feeling how wet you already were through the soft fabric. He starts kissing down your neck, lightly tracing circles. "You feel that baby?" You whisper, moving your underwear to the side so he can slip his fingers between your folds. He nods, running a finger though. "That's all for you." You moan as he slips a finger inside of you.

Pushing his lips against yours he starts slowly pumping, feeling your juices around his fingers. Moving in sync, he slips another finger into you, pumping slowly biting your lip. You gasp at the feeling, as he stretched you against them. You push you head into his neck whimpering as he moves his thumb to rub circles around your clit as you grind your hips against his his fingers. He moans softly imagining you grinding down against his cock, wanting to feel more of him. "Eddie," You gasp into his ear. "What love?" He asks, kissing your shoulders, still moving his fingers in rhythm. "I need you not your fingers." You lift up your head connecting your lips. His eyes darken as he removes his fingers, slipping them into his mouth, sucking all of you off them.

You pull him down pushing your tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste the sweetness he tasted. He fights back slightly but letting you explore his mouth completely. Eddie pulls away kisses down your neck, moving to each of your breast. Taking the right side into his mouth while twisting the left in his hand. You gasp, arching your back as he bites slightly. Your chest was just so perfect to Eddie, the amount of times he wished he could have you under him, a mess as he pleased you. He switches breast, not wanting to leave it untouched, so grateful to be in this position in the first place. Licking and sucking on your nipple he moves up biting the breast its self, leaving a mark for the whole world to see. This makes Eddie moan as he continues marking your chest wanting everyone to know you were his, even if it may only be for a night.

"Eddie please," You cry, hands in his hair, tugging. He smirks, pulling away to position himself. "You want these on baby?" He asks you, motioning to the skirt and panties you had on as your face goes red. "Yes actually, I think it's kind of hot." You nod, watching him pull your black laced underwear to the side. "You wouldn't be wrong there." He chuckles as you bend your legs to your chest, just wanting to feel every inch of me. He teases you slightly, rubbing his cock between your wet folds.

"Eddie just fuck me." You moan, pulling his face down towards yours. As your lips connect he slides himself in making both of you moan. He pulls back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he thrust again. "You're so big Eddie." You moan, eyes closing shut from pleasure. Feeling him go in and out of your throbbing core felt unlike anything you had ever felt. He starts to pick up his pace, grunting as he watches your tits bounce up and down your chest, your legs pulled up like the slut you were. Eddie looked so hot hair sticking to his forehead as he thrust in and out of you moans escaping his lips while his eyes roamed between your eyes and your body. The sight of him watching you and being turned on turning you on more.

You move your hand down rubbing your own clit while screaming Eddie's name as he fucked you. "Oh fuck you're so hot (Y/N)." Eddie breathes, looking down at your beautiful pussy. He watched himself fucking you, listening to the beautiful noises leaving your mouth as your hand moved to the same pace. He was getting close watching you underneath of him. He's pulled out of his thoughts as you say something to him. "Put a finger in my ass Eddie," You pleaded, wanting to feel him everywhere. "You're gonna make me cum right here," Eddie groans, slipping a finger into his mouth before tracing to your exit. He rubs circles watching your eyes roll back, feeling himself getting closer and closer. You scream out a fuck when he inserts his finger feeling him go all the way up to the base of cold ring.

"I'm gonna cum (Y/N)," He tells you, eyes shutting as you tighten around him. "Look me in the eyes please." You beg, hand other hand on his chest, feeling your stomach making knots. He opens his eyes, locking them with yours pushing you over the edge. "Fuck-fuck-fuck, I'm cumming Eddie." You scream, eyes struggling to stay open as the boy releases from seeing you unwind, his deep brown eyes staring into yours. His mouth opens as he sloppily thrust a few more times riding out both your highs. He pulls out laying down right next to you, pulling you close as he gives you a kiss on the temple.

"That was wild wasn't it?" He laughs as you shake your head, placing your lips on his.

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Hope you enjoyed!

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Hello, love! I hope you’re doing well❤️

You know I love the way you express yourself when it comes to talk about music. It’s always so satisfying to read how passionate you are for the bands and songs you love so I wanted to ask you a few questions.

I’d like to name this section…Let’s talk about The Who!! (I’m sorry, I’m sorry HAHAHA) All right, let’s get started with the questions:

- How did you find out about The Who? What made you fall in love with the band?

- What’s your favourite album? And your favourite song?

- Have you seen all of their movies? (Tommy, Quadrophenia, The kids are alright…) What are your thoughts on their movies? (I haven’t seen any of them but I’m looking forward to seeing Tommy cause it’s my favourite The Who album)

- Why is Keith Moon your favourite? (I know you love drummers😏 but I’d like to know what makes you love Keith so much)

- Some people like to compare The Who with Led Zeppelin to the point they say The Who is way much better than Led Zeppelin. I’ve heard they say that Who’s Next is better than Led Zeppelin IV. I think they’re both good bands with great musicians but I don’t think I’ve heard The Who enough to form a solid opinion on who’s the better band so I’d like to know your opinion since you listen to both bands.

- And for the last question: If you could go back in time, which The Who concert would you like to attend and why.

If you want to add some more information about them such as fun facts or things you’ve recently discovered/learnt about them, please do it.😂 Thank you so much for taking your time answering my silly questions. I’m getting my revenge for pushing me into Def Leppard (Just Kidding, I love you Mel❤️)

Hello! I'm kinda fine, thank you <3

Uuuu, I like the sound of that! Let's start then, shall we? :3 I'll tag you additionally if something breaks @jimmysdragonsuit13

How did you find out about The Who? What made you fall in love with the band?

How did I find out about them…Oh God, we gotta go back toooooooooooo… 2008 actually. Tiny me walked into the living room when mom was watching CSI: Las Vegas and you know. I knew mom loved watching tv series with murders and what not so I stood in the hall, looking at the tv, curiously and then came the intro, short version of "Who Are You". I heard them for the first time that evening and tiny me was blown away. Mom eventually noticed me, because I walked in the living room and asked her if I can watch with her, silently hoping this intro will play again and I was blown away again by the instrumental at the very end.

I've watched all three series with her - I actually need to give them a good watch sometime soon - and I know one day I've asked her about the intros. She didn't remember the band's name, but all she told me was this: "Those songs are long and kind of weird. This band was weird, let's begin with this. Crazy, destroying everything, but how they were called again?" and she didn't recalled sadly and I wasn't interested to the point of searching by myself - mind you, I was at primary school, had it really stressful, was bullied, searching for a band and get into them, especially if they were old was the last thing on my mind back then. So I gave it up, just enjoying the intros.

Now, let's skip to me being in high school. I think to 2016, it was probably this year that I started get into music with mom's and dad's help mostly, but also the guy I really liked. This was my Metallica phase, strongest one, and the second one out of three, and Japanese music phase, but anyway. I know that while mom searched for music to download we stumbled upon The Who - I remember the fragment which was played and it was that moment from the tv program, where Keith blew up his drum kit. It was short, so I didn't get to listen to them well, but mom somehow recalled my question about CSI intros and she told me, it was them XD But she cut my curiosity short by saying that they aren't very good, dad agreeing with her. I was very susceptible to their opinions back then so I gave up on them again.

Just to rediscover them in the last year at May or June. TV Station randomly played "My Generation" and while dad was complaining - he hates them - I just listened. First time without any breaks and like, I was "Okay, they're fine" for most part. Enter the drumming instrumental break tho and from "Okay, they're fine" I just sat there, listening, saying to myself: "THAT guy is GOOD", but I couldn't see him properly back then. Skip to July, when I started using Instagram again, and the app was like: "You know? You forgot about someone" showing me Keith Moon. It was this photo:

So the usual, totally wasted Moon <3 But you know, I didn't connect that he was the guy I considered this good. Skip ahead a few weeks and tumblr showed me gifs with him - and I think it was YOU who reblogged this gifset - when he was totally elegant and I was like: "That's… That's Moon?!" reading in the tags what band he was in. And like from this day I just wanted to find an opportunity to listen to The Who, but dad came in with "I will show you Deep Purple now" and I skipped a few chances on getting "Who's Next" album at the record store, actually feeling that I should get it, but I somehow didn't for some weird reason.

I was fucking hesitant. Like, I remember finding this album, staring at the cover, thinking to myself: "That's Moon's band, the one he was in…" and you know, I almost reached for it, but I didn't for some reason - later regretting it big time, but like, skip a little bit more (this is a span of a MONTH I think) and Spotify randomly played "Love Ain't For Keeping" from this very album, actually throwing me so off guard, because I always heard their more chaotic songs and this one just entered, with the drumming, the good guitar, Roger started singing, the lyrics flowed SO WELL. I was blown away for the fourth time in my life by them XD

And I think that I only waited two days to listen to the entire album and once I did, fifth time being blown away has to enter the stage. With this, we can go to the second question of this part of the "Let’s talk about The Who!!" (I love the name!).

So, what made me fall in love with the band. …I gotta start from this… The thing that made me blink and stare at the tv when I was 10, literally hypnotized, the one that made me actually consider giving them a try is the fucking drumming! I MEAN, DID YOU FUCKING HEARD THAT?! I know you did, that was rhetorical XD Just the way Keith plays it's like… It's the ideal way of playing drums to me. There's literally nothing better for me than to hear the beating on the double bass drums from him, not to mention the constant fills, the way he just seems to use every single drum, even if his drum kit looked like this:

This guy was all over his instrument, actually making it sound like a freaking lead one, and you can't tell me, nobody can't tell me that The Who had other lead instrument than the drums. I mean, you only have to compare one song to 1978 and any other one after that year. I will never say that Kenney or Starkey are bad drummers, far from that, but the fucking emptiness in later songs after 1978 is unbearable for me. And not like I listened to only one song and said: "Nope, I'm sticking to the albums to 1978" and that's that, no. I actually listened to a few where Kenney played on the compilation album I got for myself and I just couldn't stand the shift. I can't shake the feeling that the songs after 1978 are a shell of what they could be, so for my own sanity I decided to stick to the albums to the 1978 and that's that and I'm happy. I'm a really happy lil Pole now <3

Second reason would be the lyrics. And now get this, I'm never, almost never paying attention to lyrics, especially when I listen to a song for the first time, but like… Pete is a genius at lyrics. Probably the most free to interpretations pieces of poetry/lyrics I have ever seen. It happened a few times that the meaning that Pete wanted to get through the lyrics was totally different to how I felt about the song, but like if both interpretations work for both sides, it's good. This is how you actually write good poetry and I tend to think of The Who's lyrics like that. Taking a fragment of "Who Are You" as an example, which is probably my most favorite fragment of any lyrics Pete wrote:

I know there's a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still receive your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this?

Such tiny details in lyrics, lovely ones are really scattered everywhere in the songs and they get me every time. "Love Is Coming Down" is entirely like this, the instrumental actually giving more than the lyrics, they being only as another instrument, at least I feel about them like that. Which also brings us to third reason and that being Roger's vocals.

I freaking love his voice. The way he can express emotions is like nothing else I heard before - not saying that Robert Plant is in any way worse, he isn't, but like their screams of emotions can't be compared. "Love Reign O'er Me" settled the bar too high for me, sorry Robert! But like, Roger also has that specific tone of voice that gets to me. I can't explain what is it, but it's just good to listen to you know - even when he speaks, it's just making me a bit tingly inside - also his laugh is adorable, not to mention his smile!

And like, John Entwistle can't be listed as fourth reason, but I actually like his playing, like a lot and I can't skip on him. I like all of them, I really can't skip on John XD He has such a nice style of bass playing and I'm definitely not a fan of this instrument XD John is such a big exception as Paul McCartney is. Making me like bass in songs is almost impossible, so this guy literally achieved the impossible.

All of THAT, would sum up the answer for your first two questions. Now, let's move to the next ones, shall we? :3

What’s your favourite album? And your favourite song?

Favorite album would be "Quadrophenia" and I doubt that will change, even if I finally listen to "The Who Sell Out". "Quadrophenia" is so much deeper than "Tommy", at least for me. You know, it's that kind of album that when I've listened to it for the first time, I knew it was my favorite from the get go, the one that spoke to me right away. It actually carries a somehow heavy story that can't be shown in any other way than through music.

Everything is put perfectly, from the first sounds of sea to the last sounds of insane drumming at the very end, but let me just state why I feel like that towards this album. There are literally no skips on this one for me, each song is unique, but it only makes sense if you listen to it with the rest. It's also the case where the lyrics got my attention. I have a weird case of not listening to lyrics, but here, when I've listened to it for the first time, I had to check out the lyrics to "Cut My Hair" because something just brought my attention to it. One listen was for the music, second listen for the lyrics and I got the grasp of the story that this one tries to tell, even seeing two acts in this one. I will part the album in two while talking about songs if you don't mind <3 First half being from "I Am The Sea" to "I've Had Enough" and second beginning from "5:15" and ending at "Love Reign O'er Me".

The shift that happens between "The Dirty Jobs" to "I've Had Enough", followed by the masterpiece that is "5:15" - the first song I've heard from this album, fun fact - which gives an amazing feel of traveling far away from everyone, just wanting to disappear is insanely good. I usually stick to the second part of the album, because like the first half is focused on showing Jimmy's (the poor sod that is the main protagonist of this story) everyday life, the second shows him actually losing everything bit by bit - I'm talking about this album for the third time, it should be my bachelor degree by now XD - and that is what makes this album shine for me.

Let me just sum up the songs of the second half real quick - mind you that I didn't read the lyrics and this is my interpretation from what I feel from the music, heard from lyrics, got emotionally and saw in the movie:

5:15 - a journey by a train to nowhere, just far away from the everyday routine after losing everything, literally everything (this is so well shown in the movie!)

Sea and Sand - actual feeling that can be described as calm after the storm, just calm loneliness, the urge to disappear from life, from existence

Drowned - wanting to come back to the sea, suicide attempt, failed, but it's still there, feeling of helplessness

Bell Boy - meeting the idol that is not who Jimmy imagined to be, feel of betrayal, the biggest one (you can even say that Jimmy's world crumbled at this point)

Doctor Jimmy - insanity, all of the personalities coming out, one or two always triggered after alcohol or drugs, the feeling of not caring about anything and anyone even about himself

The Rock - the grand final, giving up on life, struggling before doing so, regret of being born, everything that happened is just too much and here is the second suicide attempt

Love Reign O'er Me - an emotional ballad that sums up the feeling of the entire story, it doesn't give a conclusion, the conclusion if Jimmy died, riding off the cliff or not is up to you (I usually go with the conclusion that Jimmy drowned, but his body was washed ashore on an abandoned island and now his soul is stuck there, as he's too troubled to go to the afterlife, maybe meeting similar soul there, but like that is the ending I'm usually going with).

All of that, all of the second half of the album is the best piece of music I have ever heard. Not only the story but musically it's just… As a whole it's probably the best album of the 70s for me, but also, I think I kind of feel sorry for the poor sod that is named Jimmy, connecting to his "trying to fit in the world" a bit too personally. Like, seeing/hearing his struggle, his hesitation, just trying to find a place for himself in the world that certainly "is not for him" just got to me. Additionally there comes the open ending and like my conclusion is one of the many you can come up with really. And there's also the repeated theme that plays throughout the entire album, the main theme of Quadrophenia, it's just so good to listen to. Sad, melancholic with a bit of hope/calling for help. As of now, you should know I love sadness in music, so that was a given I would be attached to this album.

But now, going to my favorite song. I certainly have a lot, like: "My Generation", "A Legal Matter", "The Ox", "Cobwebs and Strange", "Happy Jack" (drumming, OMG, DRUMMING IN THIS ONE), "Overture", "1921", "Eyesight of the Blind (The Hawker)", "Underture", "Pinball Wizard", "Tommy's Holiday Camp", "We're Not Gonna Take It", "Love Ain't For Keeping", "The Song Is Over", "Getting In Tune", whole "Quadrophenia", "Slip Kid", "However Much I Booze", "Squeeze Box", "Trick Of The Light", "Love Is Coming Down", "Who Are You", BUT there is one that isn't listed here and was mentioned up above.

And that, my dear friend, is "Bell Boy". There are three reasons for that. First reason and the main one is the fact that Keith Moon is singing in this one. This is literally all it took to make me love this song and it happened immediately - just imagine me listening to this one for the first time, suddenly hearing Keith, I was NEVER this happy before XD Second being the opening of the song. It begins with Keith's drumming, what can I want more? XD Third reason, this song is absolutely catchy. I have no other reasons, they are pretty simple, but like, I can't help but love this song! Plus there's this part of the lyrics where Keith sings - with a very pretty voice of his:

Some nights I still sleep on the beach Remember when stars were in reach Then I wander in early to work Spend my day licking boots for my perks

And I kind of tend to imagine him sitting on that beach at night, looking at stars, everything silent, only the sound of sea heard. …Just a calm image that is appearing in my mind each time I hear him start singing this verse, but that is a detail. Moving on!

Have you seen all of their movies? (Tommy, Quadrophenia, The Kids are alright...) What are your thought on their movies? (I haven't seen any of them but I'm looking forward to seeing Tommy cause it's my favourite The Who Album)

Not at all, but I saw "Tommy" and "Quadrophenia". I'm slowly getting to watch "The Kids Are Alright", but I'm a bit hesitant about this one. Dunno why, I just am - something is telling me to wait with it XD

My general thought about those two is that they are okay, like really okay, but like, they could be better, especially "Quadrophenia" and so I will go with this one first!

So, as you know it's my favorite album and I have to say that the movie shows the entire plot very well. It's rough, actually being very similar to the photos that were done for this album specifically and it gives away the vibe of 1965 (I think) very damn well, comparing it to the photos. Actors are okay - the one who plays Jimmy stole my heart, I can't help but have a crush on this poor sod, all the reasons you've already read, so I won't repeat myself, but I do have a few things that itches me about this movie.

The order of the songs and that some of them were cut out of it. Don't get me wrong, I know there had to be changes made, some songs are replaced by the actual acting and that's cool, but mixing the order of the songs is totally different. I'm talking specifically about the moment they've played "Love Reign O'er Me". It threw me so off guard at first, it was just not sitting well with me. This is a freaking conclusion song and they threw it right before "Bell Boy" started to play, before the scene where Jimmy sees his idol working at a hotel as a bell boy. The song playing in the background saved me from a rant when I was watching it with a friend, but ya know, it was just the worst moment to play it, like come the fuck on XD

And I have a very big BUT to Sting being in this movie. Like, this guy is a brick, he can't fucking act, he has a poker face the entire freaking time, like move a muscle on your face! XD But there also was that motif in the album that each band member had his song, "Bell Boy" being Keith's song, making the character Ace Face his character and Sting does not do well in that character. I mean, after listening to the album, knowing about it, knowing how Keith was it just doesn't add up at all. It would probably, or most definitely, look different if Keith was still alive at that time, because Pete clearly stated in one interview (if I remember correctly) that there were plans in 1978 to make the "Quadrophenia" movie and for all members of the band to be in this one, so I think Keith would automatically play as Ace Face - just like it happened with Uncle Ernie in "Tommy", BUT THAT LATER - and the interpretation of the character would be accurate with the source material. This is what ticks me off personally a little bit, but like I have no right to blame anyone and I won't.

Overall the entire movie could be much worse, I'm kind of happy with what I saw. So now… Moving to "Tommy"…

I'll be honest with you, I've watched the movie first, then listened to the original album and while I like the original score much more, I can't say a bad word about the musical. It's sometimes weird, fucked up, scenes are very long, they made me uncomfortable due to the fact how Tommy is treated - I literally feel so sorry for him the entire time, I almost hate every character in this one - besides two, Tommy and one more, but that later, and God, how happy I was at the very end! This musical makes a nice loop actually and I won't spoil it for you, but like, remember the opening scene on a mountain when you'll watch it, just remember it <3

Some songs are changed, like very changed, I love some changes, I hate some, but like, all of them fit the artists in the musical, so that's good. I don't have to like everything, but like this musical did something. I actually told myself at the beginning of the last year when I've dropped out of anime and all the fictional worlds for good that I won't fall for a fictional character. I meant it only for animated guys, the ones in games - you know, a bunch of lines/pixels - but I didn't think about actors and characters they are playing. I started watching movies very recently, actually enjoying them more and more and this movie, this freaking musical made me break the promise. Uncle fucking Ernie stepped into my life and I was a goner! LET ME EXPLAIN!

I knew, I was aware that Keith plays in this movie. My freaking bestie send me some gifs of him from this musical on Discord and even then I was like "This is probably from "Tommy", I bet my ass it is" and I was right. I know what character Uncle Ernie is, but like my bestie said "You always liked the worst, it doesn't surprise me anymore" and that's kind of typical for me. But this had five stages actually.

First being the scene where he showed up for the first time in that small window of his. I leaned in the direction of the tv, this scene was pretty dark and it was a bright afternoon and I was like: "That's Keith, isn't it?" not being sure 100%, but I was excited. Second, then came the scene where "Fiddle About" is playing. And I swear it to you, I fucking swear it to you, I've never was laughing and feeling embarrassed to the point of blushing and curling on my bed ever in my entire life. Not gonna spoil this beauty, but this musical and Uncle Ernie destroyed the word "fiddle" for me XD Third being that one tiny scene where Tommy is famous already and Uncle Ernie has a cameo there. He is somehow changed, the outfit and general look, vibe totally the same, creepy older guy, but like… The fact that I thought: "Oh… You look good…" should be a big red flag for me, but I carried on. Bring in the fourth stage where "Tommy's Holiday Camp" plays. Uncle Ernie is totally changed in this one, probably trying to look friendly and that made me say out loud: "Oh fuck, now you look hot" and that just started a wave of things. Fifth stage being a few days after the movie, having a conversation with myself that went like this: "You remember Tommy, right?" "Yep" "Remember Uncle Ernie?" "How could I forget?" "You would let him fuck you, wouldn't you?" "…" "…" "Yes…" And that brought up this post, which is still a big state of my mind, ESPECIALLY during horny days and it also brought up a big au where I've made a self-insert in this musical, went for a uncle-niece trope and actually worked on it so hard to make everything work as I wanted, that I'm proud of this personal fuckery I've made. In conclusion, I love this fucker and that's that <3 (Hmhm, I will watch "Tommy" at my horny days with friends, this will end well)

Also, a fun fact! I vaguely remember that I've watched this movie when I was tiny, I could be 3 back then, but I remember two scenes from it. The one when it's shown how Nora is disgusted by Tommy when he's already famous and she's sitting in that white house of theirs, all rich. I remember this scene because it's just turns weirder and weirder, but no spoilers for you ;3 And the one where "Tommy's Holiday Camp" starts, Keith as Uncle Ernie having his second 5 seconds of glory. Just a random fact <3

Why is Keith Moon your favourite? (I know you love drummers😏 but I’d like to know what makes you love Keith so much)

…Oh My God, this will get emotional…

Okay, first of all! Keith is the guy who started my obsession with drumming. He set the ideal type of drumming style that I love, with those short intros to CSI. Sure, I could forget about him in those longer breaks between encountering The Who once in a while, but unconsciously I always knew what I was searching in drumming. That would actually explain why I was always bored when I heard the drums going in one rhythm, without any changes in songs. I just had a type, thanks to who I've discovered in the last year.

Second would be his personality. I still don't know a lot about him - still hunting for a book about him! - but from what I know, knowing what flaws he had, how he acted around people, just the tiny details I could catch here and there, watching documentaries, especially that one that made me hysterical at the very end… I don't know, I just got so attached to him in such a short span that it's insane. One week I was cautious about him, knowing how much he drunk, how much drugs he took. Second week I started getting attached, just to fall in love with him in the third week. Sure, that one documentary had a lot to do with it - it was talking mainly about his last day of life and talking about his life in short, but what was okay was the fact that his girlfriend was in it, talking about him as well - and you know, I learned a lot at that day, the fact how he died bringing the previously mentioned hysteria and I just… It was the day that started the rest of the reasons of why I like him so much. It just kicked everything in.

So third reason that appeared at the same day would be the fact that I saw a mirror image of my dad in him. And I'm not joking here. Mostly in the behavior and addictions. My dad's a tame version of Moon in those two aspects, except drugs luckily, but like, seeing how Keith died and knowing damn well that he and my dad had the same drinking addiction and knowing how bad it was with dad - alcohol was slowly killing him, it was slowly destroying my family - I saw in that moment that if not one accident that happened and if not my mom's constant fight for dad to stop drinking, my dad would end the fucking same as Keith. And like, I think my mind made that connection, caused a hysteria, understood the tragedy and I think I started to feel sorry for Keith to the point of the insanity that is now.

Which also brings us to the fact that I started seeing a handsome guy in him. No matter the age, I just see a handsome, exactly my type of a guy. And like I know I sound insane, but for the entire life I felt like I was searching for something. This feeling only getting stronger two years ago when I got interested in music, started listening to older bands and you know. I've jumped from The Doors to The Beatles, from The Beatles to Led Zeppelin, from Led Zeppelin to Deep Purple just to jump from Deep Purple to The Who, this day making the feeling of searching disappear. Like, I've found Keith, that's all I apparently wanted. Keith is a special guy to me and I can't help it but love him to the point that I decided if I don't have a boyfriend now, he'll get the entire love I can offer, even if it's only in form of fics or scenarios in my head.

And like, something else happened as well. I sometimes have strange dreams where I can see the dead ones and I had one like that with Keith. I can't tell you what exactly happened there, because I don't remember, but like, one fragment remains: I was sitting with him on a white floor (it's always a white space) across in close proximity. We were talking about something, dunno what, but Keith was so happy. He was actually beaming with happiness, making me laugh with something he said and from here I only know that he got closer to me, but what did he do? I have no idea, yet I felt tingly all over my body the entire day. I feel tingly when I think back to that dream, but like, that happiness of his was so real. And this dream happened a day after I heard "Love Ain't For Keeping", day before I've listened to "Who's Next". And funny thing, after I listened to the album, I heard in my mind: "Finally back at home". Just a thought crossing my mind randomly. I can't explain that as well.

But the attachment grew to the point of how it is now. I don't know, I just feel like at home with him around. Even if he's just in the music, he's still around and even the thought of that brings a smile on my face. Also a lot, and I mean A LOT of The Who's lyrics makes me think about him, bringing in the slight urge of taking care of him. "Love Is Coming Down" is probably the best example for that, but like the scattered fragments of beautiful poetry I've mentioned earlier… I was talking about the fragments that always makes me think of him. And sure, yeah, I ship myself with him just for fun, to make most of my loneliness go away, but like I do feel a strong connection to him. I don't know if it's a soulmate thing, if it's attachment, if it's just a simple human sympathy or if it's just a woman's lonely heart going insane, because it thinks that it found the second half, but like… Keith is special for me for all of those reasons and I think I could find many more, but those are the most important ones.

I feel like a piece of me that should be in the place finally got in and I'm happy with that <3

Some people like to compare The Who with Led Zeppelin to the point they say The Who is way much better than Led Zeppelin. I’ve heard they say that Who’s Next is better than Led Zeppelin IV. I think they’re both good bands with great musicians but I don’t think I’ve heard The Who enough to form a solid opinion on who’s the better band so I’d like to know your opinion since you listen to both bands.

Oh God, I've never compared them. I mean, okay, I did two times. Once because I wanted to decide who's got his ass on the first place of favorite drummers - this was a hell! - and second while answering on one of your questions, but now that I think about it…

It's still difficult to choose, because both are great bands and their style is completely different in everything: bass, drums, lyrics, vocals, guitar, everything. And I know that people love to compare, I don't do that, unless I have to decide on the ranking, but that's like personal thing.

I would say who is better depends on the music taste, because some will love The Who, hate Led Zeppelin and the other way around (my dad hates The Who, loves Led Zeppelin) and honestly if I was asked about that, like I am now, I would have to compare them depending on my taste, so I would have to do the same as I did a few months ago to make it clear who's on the first place on my long long LONG list of drummers. Album comparison doesn't make sense for me, because you can clearly hear that "Led Zeppelin IV" has a totally different vibe than "Who's Next", but then it's also a matter of music taste and if there's no skips on album.

But if it comes to solely my opinion, so coming back to the struggle on who's better, John Bonham or Keith Moon, I'm gonna say that Keith is slightly better than John and that makes The Who automatically be better than Led Zeppelin for me. But again, slightly. It's such a small difference that they could be both on the first place if I didn't want a clear answer.

Then again, it's a funny situation, the comparison of drummers. I remember saying at August that if I ever find a better drummer than John Bonham that'll be a miracle. I shouldn't have said that, you know? XD

And for the last question: If you could go back in time, which The Who concert would you like to attend and why

Ack, fuck, I only watched two of them XD But there are two, most definitely!

The one from Charlton from 1974, the last one I've watched and the second. It was a good concert really, Keith was incredible - and they played "Bell Boy", I would pay everything to be there and hear him sing!

And the one concert I didn't watch and just had to search where it was and what year it was, it's the one from Kilburn from 1977. I only saw one fragment of it, one song, but like, if Keith was acting like a bastard who wanted to piss everyone off the entire time, sign me the fuck up! Plus, it's the concert where he wears this costume - it's mainly purple and white, all sparkly!

I love it! I even specifically searched for this photo to get it on my facebook header - yes, Moonie is even there! - because I wanted this specific Keith, from this specific time and in this specific outfit! I just love him in this one. Fuck I need to watch this concert one day XD

And please, the only thing I've recently discovered was a fragment of an interview, when Keith was talking about how he destroyed every room below his one in a hotel by making the waterbed break, water destroying the floors and ceilings while he was sitting on in his chair, looking like: "Well, that happened" as if he didn't expect it would break XD I love this idiot so much, I can't fucking express it properly XD Oh come on, they weren't silly, I had a blast with them! Oh, your revenge you say… Well then mischievous grin Expect to receive something soonish ;3 (Love you too, take care! <3)

#we'll see if this works #if everything will be saved #God it's so long!#ask corner

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To Hell and Back

Kerrang 1227, September 13 2008

Being a member of Slipknot is a tough business. But it’s not just onstage that bad things can happen, as Joey Jordison knows to his cost…

Words: Daniel J. Lane Photo: Paul Harries

The cocaine one. It's short but it's a lot. Knew what I was getting into but this one's definitely gonna be wedged in my hellbrain for a bit.

(google drive link)

When Kerrang! caught up with Slipknot at the end of June prior to their headline slot on the inaugural US Rockstar Energy Mayhem tour, drummer Joey Jordison joked that, after being off the road for three years, the band were so full of pent-up energy and so desperate to get back out and play live that he “wouldn’t be surprised if we break our fucking necks on this first run of shows”. And, in true Slipknot fashion, on day one of the tour in Seattle, Washington, Slipknot DJ Sid Wilson ended up breaking both of his heels after an ill-advised stage dive, while Jordison himself reportedly drummed so darn hard he was forced to ride out the final three dates of Mayhem concealing a broken ankle from his bandmates. As a result, Slipknot were forced to cancel their scheduled European festival shows — including Reading and Leeds — after doctors ordered Jordison off the road for six weeks.

The diminutive sticksman is currently at home in Des Moines, Iowa. He’s bummed about letting all the European Slipknot fans down, but that disappointment is mixed with positivity, with new ‘Knot album All Hope Is Gone having debuted at number one and number two in the US and the UK respectively. And having finally kicked a long running and very private battle with addiction, Jordison has much to look forward to.

How much have you changed as a person since we last officially saw you on Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses? “I’m definitely happier these days, that’s for sure. To be quite honest, and this is something I don’t want to get into, but basically, it all comes from quitting partying. I stopped taking narcotics just before the New Year and now I don’t flub on double bass anymore and I don’t have to try to get through the songs when we play live. You can do whatever you want in your life, I don’t care. I’m not going to preach to you and tell you to stop doing whatever, but now I’m happy and I play better. It’s that simple. My band’s ecstatic about it. I haven’t played this good for a long, long time. Probably since the first record, and there’s nothing more gratifying than that."

When did you realise you had a problem with drugs? “It was probably when I realised that I wasn’t just hurting myself, I was hurting the people around me. I had a real moment of clarity last year. My girlfriend at the time, a girl who I thought I was gonna be with forever, cheated on me and I went on a three week coke binge. I actually wrote some of the riffs for the new album [All Hope Is Gone] around that time, which is the only good thing to come out of it. But I just wasn’t having fun anymore and my family knew it.”

How did your family react? “My sister, Annie, kept trying to call me but I didn’t want to speak to anyone. The phone was off the hook. I didn’t answer my door, the lights were off, and I was just fucking ragingly pissed off all the time. So she sent me a picture of my nephew. He was trying to play drums and he was wearing one of my old masks. And so I called her and she put him on the phone and he said, ‘I love you uncle Joey’, and I was like, ‘Fuck it, I’m done. This is fucking stupid’. I realised I was basically fucking dying. It took that to make me realise what was really important in my life and that I’d done a lot of mean things to people.”

Like what? “Just stupid fucking rock star shit. Thankfully, I’m fucking over it, now. You act like an asshole, you feel like shit the next day and your performance suffers because of it. I really don’t want to go into it… I once made a tour manager cry because I was so fucking pissed off and hungover. Just fucked-up things like that. Let’s just say I’ve had to make a lot of apologies to people. But the past is the past, now I’m so much faster at drumming, so much more fluid with my breathing. I eat better… And I’m also fatter (laughs).”

We’d have said ‘healthier’ rather than ‘fatter’. You were looking quite skeletal towards the end of Vol. 3… “I’m just happier, dude. I wake up, and I eat really well. I don’t wake up and throw up like I used to. I’m not rail thin any more. Everyone in my family is like, ‘It’s so good to see you put on a few pounds’.”

Where do you think your addiction stemmed from? “We have good lives. I’m not going to say ‘Oh, woe is me’. People know we’ve had success and all that stuff. But there are things that can push you over the edge. Things like being an outcast at school, my step dad dying, the death of my friend [former Killing Joke / Ministry bassist] Paul Raven… He was one of the sweetest, most genuine fucking guys that I’ve ever met in my life. He was too young, man. He was too young. And I will miss him forever. These are the things that never leave you.”

Is that why you tried to incorporate the scars into your new mask? “I’ve had scar lines in my mask for a while now, but yeah, I wanted to design a mask that just shows the pain that I’ve gone through, the love and the hate I’ve gone through. It’s decrepit, it’s rotting, it’s sewn together. And the crown of thorns and the mummified look and the willowy hands, is the same thing. I’m growing old, man. I’m a human fucking tree, I’m just rotting into the earth. It’s the scariest looking thing I could come up with. I don’t wanna be the pretty boy in the band any more. I’m sick of that shit, y’know?”

Does it bug you that, pretty much from when Slipknot started, girls would throw themselves at you because you were the ‘cute one’? “Yes and no. Actually I think I might have done myself a disservice, I think the new mask might attract more (laughs). That said, I can’t wait to see the mock-ups in the audience. The old mask was kinda easy to copy, but the new one’s going to be that little bit harder. I honestly can’t wait to see the first kid with a crown of thorns at a Slipknot show.”

So what does the future hold for you, personally? “I don’t know. I take each day as it comes. Every morning I wake up and think, ‘Is this gonna be my last day?’. And if today is my last day, I wanna go out swinging, man. You know what’s crazy about me? I’ve already bought my grave. Just in case. It’s over down on Second Avenue [in Des Moines]. That’s what being in Slipknot does to you.”

Slipknot’s new album, All Hope Is Gone, is out now. The band will be touring the UK in December. See Gigs for details.

#if you want anything else from this scanned lemme know!#joey jordison #is he skewed? yes. do i feel like fixing it? no.#slipknot #kerrang 1227 sep 13 08 #interview #i looked it up and paul raven was uh 46 🫥

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Eddie, Baby

Here’s a little drabble I have had in my drafts for a while now, but now it’s a cute little oneshot! (On AO3 too!)

“Robin, I need your help.”

They were waiting outside the school at the moment, the bell was due to ring any minute and it was a rare Friday they both had off, so they were picking up the kids to go to the arcade.

Well, they were picking up one half, Eddie was going to be picking up the other half and his bandmates.

“What’s wrong now, Dingus?”

“I need a way to make Eddie realize I’ve been flirting back this whole time.”

“Why haven’t you just made a move already?”

“I don’t know if he’s actually into me or that’s just how he is..he could just be flirting to be annoying, but I’m doing it for real and I don’t think he realizes.”

“So why do you need to make a big to-do about it? Just tell him to either date you or back off with the flirting.”

“I don’t know Robin, I just want to do something special. I’m really really into him. Like, so into him, I don’t think I will ever ask anyone else out ever again.”

“Oh dingus..”

“I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true.”

“You know I’m going to tell this story at y’all’s wedding right?”

“Oh shut up..” Steve says, turning red.

“I think I have an Idea.” Steve says to Robin one day at work about a week later. They are both working at one of those novel/retro/50s style diners now while they work through their common core classes at the local community college.

“Oh yeah? Shoot.” Robin’s taken care of all the customers on her side of the order window so she leans forward on the back counter to talk to Steve through it, who’s grilling on the other side.

“I’ve been writing..”

“Writing…?”

“Writing music. I may or may not have written a song about Eddie.”

Robin is stunned for a moment then says “Wow, you really are gone on him, huh?”

Robin expected a “Shut up, Robs!” or something, but she got a “...Yeah, I really am.” instead.

“Okay Dingus, what do you need me to do?”

“Can you play the drums?”

“Uh, yeah a little?”

“Do you think you can get Nancy to help? She plays piano..”

Again Robin is at a loss for words. “Sure, Steve, I’ll ask her.”

-----

They had been practicing for weeks when their opportunity to play it for Eddie made itself known.

“Heeeyyy Stevie~” Eddie drawled when he came into the diner that day.

Steve, who was mopping before closing up, sighed slightly and took out his earbud before answering “Yes, Eddie?” Not looking up at the metalhead.

Metalhead was said with love mind you, and Eddie is definitely one. Despite it being 40-ish years ago now, Eddie dresses like, listens to the music of, and lives like a metalhead from the 80s. Like he was plucked right out of 1985 and brought to the present day. The only discrepancy you may see are the beat up old iPhone (and beat up is putting it modestly, screen cracked and blacked out in places, busted headphone jack that had to be twisted into just right in order to work, no case to be seen) and the earbuds he always has tucked into one or both of his ears.

“Wanna be one of my groupies?”

“Eddie, you don’t need to ask me like that every time you guys have a gig, just tell me when and where and I’ll be there to throw my panties at you.”

Eddie beamed at him “Next Saturday there is an open mic night up in Indy. We’re going to go and take our chances at there being an industry scout somewhere in the crowd!”

“Sounds great Eds! We’ll be there.” Steve smiled back at him “I’ll let Robs and Nancy know too.”

“Maybe we should make it a weekend? You know of any places that aren’t ungodly expensive to stay at?”

“I’ll be able to find something, send me the address of the place and I will look. And for the love of god, PLEASE use the talk to text so I don’t have to decipher what you were trying to type on only half your keyboard.”

Somehow Eddie’s grin got even bigger. “You’re the best Stevie, I’ll send it to you! He said as he headed out the door, blowing Steve a kiss like he always does.

Steve rolled his eyes and pretended to catch the kiss and tuck it into his apron pocket.

Steve put his headphone back in and called Robin. “Hey Robs, no no I’m good just finishing up on the floors. Eddie came in an– no of course not, just being normal Eddie. Yeah so he came in and said Corroded Coffin are going to an open mic night up in Indy. Yeah. Yeah, not this coming Saturday, Next Saturday. Yeah I think it’s time..let Nancy know will you? Also you know I hate to ask, but will you pleeeeeaase ask Frank for us to have that weekend off? You know he loves you. Thanks Rob, you’re the best. I’ll talk to you later. Love you too, bye.”

Steve hangs up, and smiles to himself before finishing up on the floors.

—--

Eddie was vibrating with excitement all the way up to Indy. Steve had booked the hotel rooms for them all, and he, Robin, and Nancy headed up there early to get everything brought to their rooms before they’d meet at the bar.

They head straight there and park around back where they can start unloading and find Robin’s truck already there with Steve already hefting some of Eddie’s amps out of the back.

“Hey handsome, come here often?” Eddie calls to Steve as he gets out of his van.

Steve chuckled at that “Should ask you the same thing, hot stuff.”

“Girls, girls, you’re both super pretty and all that, but Corroded Coffin is two sets away, you guys gotta get going.” Robin calls out from the backdoor, pointing at her bare wrist like she’s tapping on a watch

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming.” Eddie rolls his eyes then tries to jump up to the level of the loading dock.

Big distinction there, the “tries”, since he doesn't quite make it and would have fallen right on his ass if Steve didn’t just about snatch him out of thin air.

“Good lord, Eddie. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

Steve’s strong arms were grasped tight around Eddie’s waist and Eddie had to really concentrate hard on not letting his brain go all fuzzy at the contact.

“You should’ve let me fall Stevie, would’ve been a perfect chance to tell you how hard I’ve fallen for you.” Eddie bats his eyelashes and clasps his hands together at his chest.

Steve rolls his eyes then pulls Eddie close saying “You’re such a tease.” before letting him go and heading inside with Eddie’s sweetheart in her case.

‘Fucking hell.’ is all Eddie can think before his feet are carrying him inside to get set up.

Their set goes amazing! Everything went perfect, and he could see Steve, Robin, and Nancy at the bar, and even a couple other people that looked a bit too stiff to be regular patrons...

They take their bows, and head off stage, taking their amps and equipment off with them in a couple quick trips to get the stage cleared for the next group. Dropping their things into Eddie’s van and saying a quick goodbye to the other guys (who were too young to drink anyhow, and giving them the keys for their rooms.), Eddie headed back inside to search for his other friends.

He was stopped briefly by one of those stiff-looking people as he headed through the backstage area, Eddie promising to give him a call once he'd done his research about signing.

Eddie barely registers that the emcee is introducing the next act because holy fuck how hard is it to find three barely adults in one fucking gay bar? He wants to tell them the news and Jesus Christ he’s about to really start worrying (Did they get kicked out for some reason? Did they not like his show and just up and left before they were done?) when he hears a new voice through the speakers.

Eddie freezes.

No.

There’s no way.

He turns around slowly and sure enough, there they are. Up on the stage.

‘How’d they get up there without me seeing them? We were literally up on that same stage not 5 minutes ago??’ Eddie thinks to himself before he’s really registering what Steve is saying.

“My name is Steve and these two lovely ladies, Robin and Nancy, are here to help me confess something to one special person in the audience.”

The crowd oohs and ahs, everyone looking at everyone else around them wondering who the lucky person is; Eddie wants to too but he physically cannot get his eyes to move from Steve’s back as he turns to check on his equipment because no fucking way.

No fucking way is Steve about to start singing.

‘I mean, he’s literally on a stage with a fucking guitar around his neck (hot), what do you think he’s gonna do up there? Strip?’ Now that’d be a sight.

But as it turns out, there is so fucking way.

The tune starts off small and quiet like a lullaby from Nancy’s piano before Steve starts playing himself, running his fingers up and down the neck of his guitar strumming out some little pop tune that Eddie really wants to make jokes about, really wants to say “Of course that’d be what Steeeve Harrington would be able to play.” but he can’t because then Steve starts to sing.

Oh hey, they actually sound really good, where did this come from?? Also, who is Steve singing to? Eddie knows it can’t be him, he’s been flirting with Steve constantly since Eddie had come out to them, and Steve has taken it in stride, even joking along with him a couple times but neve_

“Whoa, but I hear your voice; it calls me like the night, it’s singing in each syllable I write..”

“Oh Eddie, baby, won’t you come to my arms tonight? I beg and plead you, please succumb to my charms tonight.”

Jesus H. Christ this is not happening.

‘Me??‘ Eddie’s brain short circuits. ‘He’s confessing this to me? That can’t be right…’

Eddie does and doesn’t want to believe it but he can’t help but to believe his own mind’s ramblings while processing the lyrics to Steve's song.

It's been about 10 whole seconds of existing in the same air as Steve's singing and Eddie wants to scream, cry, and throw up simultaneously.

For the rest of the song Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve. His face, his hands on the guitar (hot, again), the sweat shining on his forehead and sticking a few stray strands of hair to it.

When they finish, the crowd erupts into applause and wolf whistles as they take a small bow and step down from the stage.

Eddie thought his feet would be frozen but he finds himself surging forward towards the backstage area, pushing bodies aside, pushing doors open, all the way to the back of the bar where he finds them loading their gear back into Robin’s truck.

“Eddie! Did you like the song?” Eddie hears Robin ask him but his focus is trained on Steve, who looked over at him as soon as Robin had called out Eddie’s name.

Eddie registered a bit of fear in his expression as he stalked toward Steve, before he leaping on top of him, knocking them both to the ground as Eddie kissed Steve stupid.

“You are. So fucking. Hot I can’t. Stand it.” Eddie punctuated each section with a kiss to somewhere on Steve’s grinning face.

“I take it you liked the song?”

Eddie kissed Steve full on the mouth, starting off with the feverish pace he had when he jumped him, but softening it as Steve’s hold on his waist (and his lips against his own) grounded him.

“I loved the song, Stevie.” Eddie said when he finally broke away for air. “Why though?”

“Why did I write it?” Steve asked, confused.

Eddie nodded.

“I wrote it for you.”

“Obviously! But you could’ve just asked me out, Steve! I’ve been full-on flirting with you for months now.”

Steve laughed, stroking Eddie’s cheekbone with his thumb. “I wanted to make it as memorable as you, Eds.” he said before pulling Eddie back down into another kiss.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #st #st ficlet #st drabble #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #stranger things drabble #eddie baby #noelle writes

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