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Headcanons of dating Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!reader

✧.* requested by anon — Some headcanons of dating eddie would be cuteee!

✧.* word count — 1.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — writing headcanons makes me release all my fanfiction thoughts. So I give you all of them as a gift, If you want other characters from djats, my requests are open 🫶🏾

Eddie didn't have the best self-esteem in the world, and you were one of the first people to believe in his potential. You met at one of the bars where The Six performed, and that same day you made a point of going after him to congratulate him on the show.

That night the two of you spent a lot of time talking, it had been a while since Eddie felt connected and wanted by someone and you were such a different person from the others that he was enchanted by you.

He was enamoured immediately but he’d definitely play it cool determined not to scare you off.

It didn't take long for him to be interested in you, it was automatic, every time he entered the bar his eyes sought yours there and when he found you... An indescribable desire of always giving the best show to have your attention always came.

The day after one of the gigs he plucked up courage and asked for your number, he had sweaty hands and was nervous around you but as you guys talked all the nervousness was gone, he felt very comfortable with you. And when you said yes to his invitation to go out with him, he was thrilled.

Your first date was on a Friday night, after a huge afternoon of rehearsals Roundtree was finally going to have some time to relax, you didn't have a fixed plan for the meeting, you just knew that you would meet in front of the bar and there you would decide what to do.

You spent that night browsing all the restaurants nearby, you entered, ordered a dish, gave a note and then left for the next. You visited many different restaurants and tried all kinds of different foods. That sure had been a wonderful night.

It didn't take long for Eddie to stop seeing other girls and focus only on you, Warren constantly teased him for it but he loved that his best friend was falling in love again.

Soon you were part of the band's little family, just like Camila you followed the rehearsals and the songs before they came out, and this closeness made you become good friends.

When Billy went to rehab you were there to console Eddie about losing his record deal. You gave him the idea of ​​building his own bass and you spent many afternoons on this little project. He would be building the bass in your room while complaining about billy and you would always agree with him.

You didn't move into their house right away, and not because Eddie didn't want to, on the contrary he would love to have you around but you said the house already had too many people. And so when Honeycomb exploded and they got their first paycheck you asked him to share an apartment.

Knowing how to deal with the routine was difficult, even more so after they started recording Aurora, but you made an effort to wait for him to get home and receive him with a strong hug and a movie night until he fell sleep under your touch.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm home" he said, opening the front door, you looked at him smiling.

"Missed you honey, come here." You open your arms calling him to get in the couch with you. "So, how was it?"

"Hard... I almost killed Billy like 50 times but in the end the songs were really good." He says sitting next to you, he lies down between your legs receiving your cuddles.

Eddie took some time to get rid of certain insecurities, he never sang around you until a few months after you started dating.

He was in the kitchen making you both something to eat, you were on the couch reading the latest Sub Rosa magazine while waiting for him. Distracted Roundtree starts humming "Flip the switch" catching your attention immediately, you close the magazine opening a smile immediately, you approach him slowly leaning against the counter admiring him.

When he finishes singing you start applauding, he is startled by the noise, embarrassed he takes his eyes to the floor. You approach him, lifting your chin so he can look you in the eye.

"Hey Eddie Roundtree why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?" You smile at him, the bassist looks nervous, you frown. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't sing well, that's why I didn't tell you." He answers you, clearly unsure.

"And who told you that?" You were surprised by his speech. "Baby, I promise you, I never heard anything better."

After that day he felt more free to show you the things he created or tell you about his hidden talents. And you loved to get to know him more, and even after all this time together you always were so amazed by all his talents.

He loved it when you wore his clothes, and sometimes he'd purposely leave clothes lying around for you to wear.

He thought you didn't know he liked it, but you knew him perfectly, and that smile he had on his face every day when you wore his jacket wasn't normal.

His favourite way to spend time with you is to just vibe to your favourite bands and singers together, you jumped and sang for hours while records played in the background of your apartment.

Eddie brought you gifts from everywhere the band played, he could find things that reminded him of you everywhere, Graham always said he would spend all his money on you if he kept buying everything. But he didn't care.

Before starting any show (in which you were in the audience) he would call you close holding his bass pick in hand, he would hand it to you for you to kiss it, he said that it gave him the best luck to play.

Eddie introduced you to his grandmother, she made a special dinner for you, she loved every detail about you and soon wanted to know when Eddie would ask you to marry him.

Eddie was delighted to see the women in his life getting along, and that was the night he knew for sure that you would be his wife.

I feel like this proposal would come after he left the band, you were his biggest supporter and not because you didn't like Billy or how the band was going, but because you knew him and knew that he wasn't exploring his potential 100% and you wanted to see him happy and proud of his work.

Eddie asked you to marry him one morning where you were admiring the stars on the balcony of the apartment

You were sitting on the sofa that you had temporarily placed there, he was holding you between his legs and squeezing you tightly afraid of losing you, he was listening to you comment on the things of your day and your voice was like the most perfect melody.

He pulled away from you a bit making you stop talking to stare at him in question.

"Marry me." He says, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"Stop baby, don't play with things like that." You say, taking your gaze to the ground.

"I'm not playing, marry me Y/N." He holds your hands in his, looking deep into your eyes. "I don't want to waste any more time, I want to call you my wife. So, what do you say?"

You smile excitedly, taking his face in your hands to kiss him intensely.

"Of course I want to be your wife." You say after the kiss

Since that day he only called you his wife, you were everything to him, and he would do anything to make you smile.

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SHE PLAYS BASS! (teaser)

READ HERE!

synopsis : prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.

featuring : le sserafim, hyung line of enhypen

warnings : reader uses she/her, swearing, angst, parents w broken relationships, crying, kissing, reader wears makeup for performance, sunghoon is REALLY bad at conversations, bad parents, will update as writing!

wc : teaser is 0.97k but i expect like 5-7k words but idk bc this one seems longer LMFAO

pairing : prince!sunghoon x afab!reader

release date : idk actually… maybe mid/end march?

taglist : open! comment or send an ask !!

a/n : ok long fic num 2 🫶🫶 im not as nervous for this one but we’ll see!

cut glitch :)

NO CELESTIAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR FAVORITE SONG TO PERFORM.

you enjoyed playing the guitar riffs and singing until your lungs went out. you enjoyed the small portion of choreography you had and the energy it brought to the crowd. but as much as you enjoyed the melody itself, you enjoyed the lyrics even more. 

to you, no celestial was about breaking the standards and just being yourself (ex. lyrics “angel-like perfection, bye” in first verse). but the song also meant that you can’t be perfect, and to not be afraid when someone realizes that. no celestial gave you a sense of freedom, like nothing else mattered but the sounds of your voices. and you would do anything to have that freedom.

well, it was the kind of freedom you already had until the attention’s eye was on you. now, you couldn’t even meet up with an old friend before someone turned it into a dating rumor. it was hard to ignore those rumors and continue on, but that was what you had to do to make it far.

and, you weren’t sure if it was worth it until now.. staring in shock as you open the intricate blue envelope decorated with gold lining. on the back, is text stating “The Royal Palace”. Yunjin squeals in excitement as you carefully pull out the paper, reading the contents hidden inside.

Dear, Source Music

It has come to our attention that your band, Le Sserafim has been spiking in popularity in our kingdom. As the Prince’s birthday is coming soon, we would like to formally invite Le Sserafim to perform at the Royal Palace on December 8th to entertain our guests. Please arrive at 3:30 pm or before as you’ll be performing at 4:15. All food and drinks will be provided for you, outfits will also be provided and we’ll have to schedule an appointment to get some measurements. Please tell us what kind of concept to go for, and we’ll do our best to achieve that. We trust that the band will perform well as always. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Sim Jaeyun

you look at your members in disbelief as they do the same before kazuha breaks the silence.

“we’re going to perform at the royal palace!” she excitedly squeals, as the room explodes into excited laughter, deciding what songs will be performed.

“well we have to perform fearless! it’s our hit song,” yunjin begs, trying to get nods of approval from the leader of the group.

chaewon sighs, looking back at yunjin, “we’ll have to see how many songs we can perform and if they want us to perform any particular ones. we can ask our boss at our next meeting. he’ll probably have all the details we need,” she smiles warmly at her members, stretching out her arms and engulfing them in a warm hug.

“wait- when’s our next meeting?”

🎸

no celestial was not on the setlist. nor did your boss even think about performing it.

as the stubborn girl you are, you immediately asked why no celestial wasn’t on the list, and your boss laughs at you. stating that the palace didn’t choose the song and it wasn’t the right place for it. you thought that the song would be able to be performed anywhere (except, maybe a funeral but that’s not the point) but it apparently went against palace rules. it was stupid to you, isn’t that what the song’s telling you not to do? follow the rules?

you were surprised the great mermaid was picked, considering the amount of ‘foul language’ in the song. but since the prince was turning 21 (or 20 you couldn’t remember) you were sure a swear word wouldn’t hurt him.

it wasn’t until late at night when it hit you, you were performing for the prince in a month.

SUNGHOON WAS NOT EXCITED ABOUT HIS BIRTHDAY

all the decorations, outfits, and people were too much for him.

yes, he loved having the party, but having every single person he’s had any interaction with invited? just seemed over the top. he wished only his closest friends to come, but every year his parents would try so hard to marry him off to some random girl his age, which always ruined his mood (and his plan to have a small birthday party). sunghoon knew this year wouldn’t be different, so he didn’t look forward to it, simple as that.

when his parents revealed they were inviting a band to perform on his birthday. his lips had slightly upturned. would it be tomorrow by together? or seventeen? maybe even red velvet? his face immediately dropped when he heard the name. who the hell was le sserafim?

after he was dismissed sunghoon immediately looked up the band that was recently introduced to him, playing the first few songs that popped up.

out of the seven songs he listened to, he liked the song “sour grapes” the most. sunghoon didn’t look much into the lyrics of songs, as a song was just a melody he sang along to. but the rare times sunghoon did (which was when he was listening to sour grapes), he didn’t understand most of the lines. what did they mean by love is sour grapes? because to him, he didn’t think love resembled any kind of fruit.

well, what did love resemble to him? sunghoon didn’t know. after seeing his parents grow apart over the years, sunghoon wasn’t one to ask about the subject. and nor did he ever want to be.

the small number of lyrics he understood, made it even more obvious why love wasn’t that appealing to him. his reason was it would always end in heartbreak, which is why he vowed to himself to never fall in love. but deep down, he knew it was something he could never admit.

he was scared.

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⌞ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 ! ⌝

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: quiet comfort

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: black!cheerleader!reader, self-doubt, emotional vulnerability, cursing, sexual content (mdni), cunnilingus, p in v (unprotected sex), aftercare, fluff

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯 𖥔 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

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march 25th, 1986

you gasp as your vision clears, the vines that had ensnared your body suddenly release their grip, flinging off and sending you crashing to the ground.

coughing, you struggle to comprehend that you’re still alive.

the sky above is a menacing red, the ground beneath you brown and mucky.

disgusted, you cringe and slowly rise to your feet, wiping the muck from your jeans.

spotting what looks like an opening, you start walking towards it, your breath catching as you see your floating body in the wheeler’s basement, surrounded by your friends, all of them crying.

a chill runs down your spine.

suddenly, a familiar female voice shouts, making you jump as vecna’s body is thrown past you.

a relieved smile spreads across your face at the sight of the girl with the buzzcut.

“eleven.” you say breathlessly, stumbling towards her.

“(y/n), are you okay?” she asks.

you nod, but then a fearful realization hits you, causing your brows to furrow.

“are you… are you real? did i make you?”

“i’m real.” she reassures you with a smile.

“how?”

“i piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer.”

before you can ask anything more, she’s suddenly thrown aside, and vecna’s footsteps squelch ominously on the ground as he approaches.

“el!” you cry out, but she quickly recovers, standing her ground.

“go back, (y/n).” she commands, focusing her powers on vecna.

you nod frantically, your feet moving before your mind can catch up, racing towards the opening.

you run with all your might, dodging falling debris and slithering vines, knowing your life depends on it.

the distant, thundering echo of music—likely blasted by your friends—only fuels your adrenaline.

you run until your vision fades to black.

you crash down hard, pain shooting through your right arm as a cry escapes your lips.

there’s no time to process anything as multiple hands grab hold of you, comforting you.

one embrace in particular catches your attention, and you reach out blindly, squeezing his arm.

“you're okay, doll. you’re safe. i’m here,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

tears of relief stream down your face, ugly sobs wracking your body.

“i didn’t think i’d make it back,” you whimper, glancing at your friends’ pained yet relieved expressions.

“you’re here now, (y/n). that’s all that matters.”

*

you spent hours in the emergency room, spinning an elaborate story about how you broke your arm.

the lie held up, and eventually, they set your arm in a cast. throughout the ordeal, your friends never left your side.

finally discharged, you climb into the passenger seat of eddie’s white van, letting out a weary sigh as you rest your head against the seat, eyes fluttering closed.

exhaustion from the day’s events begins to overtake you.

outside, you hear the muffled conversation of your friends, likely strategizing your next steps.

“we’re going to take the rest of the day to rest and then regroup tomorrow.” eddie says, leaning into the open window on your side. his voice is calm, a reassuring contrast to the chaos you’ve just escaped.

you nod in agreement, too tired to muster any words.

eddie walks around to the driver’s side and hops in, the van groaning to life as he turns the key.

the two of you wave goodbye to the others before he pulls out of the hospital parking lot.

the soft hum of the radio fills the silence between you, but you’re fighting the urge to sleep, too frightened by the thought of what might greet you in your dreams.

as eddie turns onto the road leading to your neighborhood—likely having gotten your address from steve or robin—you find yourself reaching across the center console, your fingers brushing against his hand.

“can i... can i stay with you tonight?” you ask quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’m scared to be alone right now.”

eddie freezes at your request. his grip tightens on the steering wheel, the whites of his knuckles stark against his pale skin.

for a moment, you fear he’ll say no, but then he slowly nods, turning the van around in a smooth u-turn.

the drive to eddie’s trailer is short, and when you arrive, he quickly hops out and circles around to help you down from the van.

his touch is gentle, and you’re grateful for it as you step onto the gravel.

eddie leads you to the front door, unlocking it quietly, as if not wanting to disturb anyone.

you follow him inside, pausing awkwardly in the narrow corridor as you notice an older man sitting on the couch, watching television.

eddie clears his throat, his voice a little strained as he gestures toward you. “um, uncle wayne, this is (y/n).” he glances back at you. “(y/n), this is my uncle wayne.”

you manage a shy wave with your uninjured hand.

“nice to meet you. i’m sorry to intrude, i can leave if it’s a problem.”

wayne stands up slowly, shaking his head. “it’s not a problem at all. nice to meet you, (y/n).”

you offer a small smile, feeling a bit self-conscious about your appearance.

you try to smooth down your hair and brush some of the dirt off your arms. eddie nudges you gently.

“you can take my room. i’ll sleep out here,” he says, nodding toward the hallway. “i’ll be right there to show you where to find some clean clothes and stuff.”

you nod gratefully, heading down the hallway until you reach a slightly ajar door. pushing it open, you step into his room.

posters cover the walls, a guitar hangs in the corner, and a plaid blanket is spread over the queen-sized bed.

everything in the room screams eddie.

standing in the center of the room, you feel a bit out of place, unsure of what to do next.

you’re unaware that back in the living room, wayne is giving eddie a pointed look.

“you didn’t knock that poor girl up, did you?” wayne asks bluntly.

eddie’s face turns bright red, and he quickly shakes his head.

“no! god, no. we’re not like that.”

wayne tuts, clearly unimpressed, before settling back onto the couch.

the long haired boy takes the opportunity to escape the awkward conversation and heads to his room to check on you.

when he walks in, he can’t help but smile at the sight of you taking in his space with quiet curiosity.

he clears his throat to get your attention, and you jump slightly, turning to face him.

“your room is very... you.” you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

eddie chuckles, crossing the room to his dresser. he pulls out a pair of shorts, boxers, and a t-shirt, handing them to you.

“sorry, it’s not much, but it should do the job.”

you accept the clothes gratefully and follow him back into the hallway. he gives you a quick smile as he points to the bathroom.

you nod and slip into the small bathroom, closing the door behind you.

the hot water feels like a blessing as it washes away the grime and stress of the day.

you watch as the dirt swirls down the drain, taking with it some of the weight that’s been pressing on your chest.

when you’re done, you dry off and change into eddie’s clothes. the fabric is soft and smells distinctly like him—an oddly comforting scent that helps ease your nerves.

you walk back to his room, finding him already in pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with a guitar pick. he looks up as you enter, a smile lighting up his face.

"feeling better?" he asks.

"much better. thanks, eds." you respond, noticing the blush that spreads across his face at the nickname.

you watch as he stands up from his bed, heading toward the door. before he reaches it, you grab his hand, stopping him.

"will you stay?" your eyes are wide and innocent, making it hard for him to resist.

he doesn’t have to think about it, nodding gently.

the curly-haired boy pulls the covers back, letting you climb into his bed first before joining you.

you turn to face him, the soft glow of the lamp highlighting his features.

you study his face—the furrow of his brow, the depth of his dark eyes, the slight dampness on his lips. you know he’s aware of your gaze, but you don’t care.

"thanks for saving me." you whisper, raising your uninjured hand to brush a few curls from his face.

"i can’t take all the credit. i couldn’t have done it witho—"

time seems to freeze as you press your lips to his, a surge of courage rushing through you.

eddie sighs, one hand tangling in your hair, the other resting on your waist.

you pull back, searching his eyes for a sign to stop.

when you find none, you quickly kiss him again, harder this time.

you roll your body on top of his, lips never leaving one anothers as you grind your waist down onto him. you sigh, feeling him grow beneath you.

you pull apart just for a second, tugging your shirt off of you, your round breasts bare for eddie to admire.

“need you, eddie.” you whisper, allowing him to sit up, kissing down your neck. he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his pointer finger and his thumb.

you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

he rolls the two of you over, a low groan falling past his pink lips as he grinds against you.

he pulls away, lustful eyes searching yours.

“are you sure, sweetheart?”

you nod eagerly, moving your hips.

“you deserve to know just how much you mean to me.” you whisper, tongue flicking out to lick his open mouth as your words egg him on.

eddie pulls his own shirt off, his boxers coming down shortly after that. he takes his time with you, leaving long, exaggerated kisses all down your body.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, kissing right above your navel. “been wanting to do this for so long.”

his warm hands tug at the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs, his wet lips trailing right after them.

you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine.

eddie’s mouth is warm as it hovers over right where you need him. he gives it a short kiss, your breath hitching in your throat.

his tongue flicks out, rubbing against your bundle of nerves before flattening out against you.

your body is buzzing with excitement, having never experienced something so erotically intimate.

your hands reach for his hair, lip biting down so hard you’re sure you’ve begun to draw blood.

“fuck, eddie!” you babble, unable to stop the words from falling past your lips as he brings you to your climax.

he kisses back up your body gently, lips meeting yours in a filthy embrace.

“you’re doing so good, doll.” he whispers, reaching a hand down to guide his length towards your mound.

you both sigh into one another’s mouths as he slowly pushes in. he brushes your hair out of your face, his eyes locked onto yours, eager to capture every expression and nuance of your features as he explores you.

he takes his time, careful not to bump your injured arm as he holds you closely.

choked gasps and deep sighs fill the room, making it feel as if it's just the two of you in the entire world.

“you’re so good to me, eds.” you whimper, feeling yet another climax building in your stomach. he smirks, quickening his pace.

his strokes are deep, hitting you in all the right places. you bite down on his shoulder as your climax overcomes you, nails scratching down his back, unknowingly crying out his name in pure ecstasy.

eddie is not far behind you, pulling out just as his hips begin to falter, coating your lower half.

he lies down beside you, pulling you into his side comfortingly.

you hum in gratitude.

“what made you decide to do that?” the curly-haired boy asks, sweat causing some strands of his hair to cling to his face.

“i guess almost dying made me realize i shouldn’t be taking anything for granted. you were there for me, even when you probably shouldn’t have been.”

eddie grabs your face once again, pulling you into a deep kiss.

he carefully gets out of bed, picks up his shirt from the floor, and uses it to clean you.

after helping you get dressed, he puts on his boxers and climbs back into bed beside you.

you nestle your head against his chest, his soft curls brushing your forehead. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soon lulls you into a deep sleep.

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2018-04-01 22 MUSIC now

MUSIC

Brooklyn Vegan

What's Going on Sunday?

David Cross adds three "Shootin' the Shit" shows at Bell House ++ other dates

What's Going on Saturday?

Albert Hammond Jr played Brooklyn Steel, brought out Hinds (pics, setlist)

Drive-By Truckers & Erika Wennerstrom @ Brooklyn Bowl (night 1 pics, review)

Consquence of Sound

Episode 60: Stephen King Deserves All the Credit for 1994’s The Pagemaster

Jesse Hughes apologizes for “mean-spirited and personal attack” against student protestors of gun violence

Ted Nugent says Parkland shooting survivors are “pathetic” teenage “liars” who “have no soul”

Film Review: Tyler Perry’s Acrimony Makes a Mess of Its Promising Start

Identity of the Beyoncé biter has been revealed

Fact Magazine

The 25 best albums of the last three months: January to March 2018

Carl Craig and more feature in Plastic Dreams, a book documenting the ’90s Paris club scene

Relaxer unveils debut album A Family Disease, releases 22-minute track

Watch a beautiful documentary about Ryuichi Sakamoto’s tsunami-damaged piano

Tom Misch – Against The Clock

Fluxblog

One Two Let Me Go

Shower Me In Symphonies

Fifth-Dimensional Views

Late Night Games

The Middle Of A Cold Premonition

Idolator

Miley Cyrus Is A Sexy Easter Bunny In ‘Vogue:’ 15 Pics

The Drop: Your Guide To New Music Friday Featuring Tove Lo & The Palms

Tinashe Hits The Courts In Her Vibrant “Me So Bad” Video

Lady Gaga Pays Tribute To Elton John With Her Rousing “Your Song” Cover

Cardi B Warns A Straying Lover To “Be Careful” On Her New Mid-Tempo

Listen to This

Le Pamplemousse -- I've Been Watching You [Funk/Soul] (1979)

I Don't Know How But They Found Me - Nobody Likes The Opening Band [Alternative/Pop] (2018)

Mothpuppy - Kilgore Falls [Indie Rock] (2017)

Rex Orange County - Television/So Far So Good [Indie/Alternative Hip Hop] (2017)

[Discussion] An almost complete playlist of all the albums listed in Robert Dimery's book "1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die"

Popjustice

New Music Good Friday: Post Precious! Dragonette! CHVRCHES!

NONONO’s new one is v excellent and here’s the video

New Music Friday: all hail Let’s Eat Grandma’s miniature pop symphony

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BATMETAL FOREVER Dethklok - Awaken [Melodic Death Metal]

Brass Against the Machine - Sleep Now in the Fire [Cover]

Stinky Wizzleteats - Happy Happy Joy Joy [folk]

The Go-Go's - Our Lips Are Sealed [New Wave]

Rolling Stone

EODM's Jesse Hughes Apologizes After March For Our Lives Tirade

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Watch Neil Young Revisit 'Peace Trail' for New 'Paradox' Video

Watch SZA's Summer Camp-Set 'Broken Clocks' Video

Watch 'Weird Al' Yankovic Scream Through Billy Idol's 'Rebel Yell'

Slipped Disc

The world’s next concert hall will look something like this

A Viennese Mozart quartet for Easter morning

Room in our hearts? A Greek tragedy

Bach for banjo? Just like he intended

Has Korngold’s time finally come?

Spotify Blog

The Weeknd Drops Two New Music Videos Only on Spotify

Taylor Swift’s New Delicate Video Only on Spotify

Spotify Expands Secret Genius With the Launch of Studios

Spotify and Genius Team Up to Launch Déjà Vu Podcast, Hosted by Stereo Williams

Spotify Celebrates Black History Year-Round with Launch of Black History Is Happening Now

We Are the Music Makers

Why are organs so cheap?

How to write an expressive arpeggiated piano part (Ienaudi, Yiruma, GoGo Penguin) in 45 minutes without actually being able to play the piano (with audio examples)

What does it mean to send raw tracks with -3/-5db of "air"?

A few custom things I have made from old and broken guitars 🎸

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: black!cheerleader!reader, anxiety and panic attacks, self-doubt, emotional vulnerability, drug deal

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march 21, 1986

the week races by in a haze, each day slipping through your fingers before you can truly hold on to it.

you don't even think about calling eddie, the excitement of your phone call a few days ago quickly drowned out by the weight of reality.

you spend the days deliberately avoiding him, pushing down the guilt that settles heavy in your chest.

“you okay?” chrissy’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

she has always been kind—a rare quality among the girls on your cheer squad. she’s one of the few you genuinely like, someone who never got caught up in the drama or pettiness that surrounded the others.

you blink slowly, then nod. “i’m okay.”

she smiles and nods back, then bends down to tie her sneakers.

you do the same, the hum of the crowd from the gym serving as a reminder of where you are.

the music from the marching band pulses through your chest as you concentrate on finishing the routine. your heart pounds, the energy of the pep rally sending adrenaline rushing through your veins.

even though you disliked pretending to fit in with your friends, you found relief in cheerleading. pushing your body hard enough helped release some of those bottled-up emotions.

your moment in the spotlight ends before you even realize it. you release a long sigh and quickly rush off the court with the others to make way for the basketball players.

jason, the basketball team captain, jogs up to the microphone, his proud grin energizing the crowd of students.

"first off, i want to thank each and every one of you. without your support, we wouldn't be here. give yourselves a big hand!"

you force a smile, waving your pom-poms and encouraging your team to join in.

jason grins and gestures toward the cheer squad. "and of course, i have to give a special shout-out to the best and prettiest fans of all time, the tiger cheer squad."

you roll your eyes as the crowd erupts in whistles and cheers.

"chrissy…chrissy, i love you, babe." jason’s cheeks flush as he locks eyes with his girlfriend. "it’s been a tough year for hawkins. so much loss."

a chill runs down your spine, and an uncomfortable feeling churns in your stomach.

"and sometimes, i wonder, ‘how much loss can one community take?' in dark times like these, we need something to believe in. so, last night, when we were down by ten points at halftime against christian academy, i looked at my team and said, ‘think of jack. think of melissa. think of heather. think of billy.'"

“poor billy. he’d still be here if it weren't for you.” (tick)

your smile falters as a sudden ringing in your ears drowns out jason’s voice. you nervously glance around, searching desperately for an escape.

"chrissy.” you whimper, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. she glances at you, instantly understanding, and takes your arm, guiding you urgently toward the locker room.

you cry out as you shove the door open, falling to your knees. the air around you seems thicker, pressing in from all sides. your heart races, each beat pounding in your ears, drowning out chrissy’s concern.

you try to take a deep breath, but it catches in your throat, coming out in shallow gasps instead.

the room feels too small as your vision narrows, blurring at the edges.

“you’re pathetic. soon everyone will know.” (tock)

a cold sweat breaks out across your skin, and you struggle to ground yourself, focusing desperately on anything—your breath, a sound, something to pull you out of the spiraling chaos.

“(y/n), look at me.” chrissy kneels in front of you, grabbing your face. “i need you to take some deep breaths with me, can you do that?”

you blink at her, trying to steady your vision and stop the room from spinning. just as you open your mouth to speak, the door slams open, interrupting you.

you don't bother looking over, but you can faintly hear chrissy talking with whoever it is.

“silly little (y/n) thought she could get away with what she’s done.” (tick)

your heart constricts, feeling as if it’s literally on fire. you let out a strangled cry, clutching at your chest.

“hey, it’s okay.” you hear a familiar voice. a warm hand gently clasps yours, with a firm yet reassuring grip. “breathe in with me, okay? just like last time.”

you squint at the boy in front of you, struggling to keep your eyes on him as he gazes back at you with intense focus.

“eddie.” you choke out, “eddie, you can’t be here—“

"in…and out. nice and slow. we’ll get through this together." he disregards your comment, and you relent, following his guidance.

reality hits you again as you finally come to, casting a sheepish look between your friend and eddie.

“that was really cool of you.” chrissy breaks the silence, giving the dark haired boy a thankful smile.

you’re grateful that she doesn’t ask any questions about you knowing eddie.

you stand up on shaky legs, turning on the sink to take a few sips and splash your face.

you can hear the pep rally coming to an end as the student body erupts into deafening cheers.

chrissy gives you a concerned glance to ensure you're alright. you nod in response, watching her leave the locker room, leaving you alone with eddie.

“why’d you follow me?” you ask, tone harsher than you intended.

eddie leans against some lockers, avoiding your gaze.

“no one saw me, if that’s what you’re worried about. i noticed you and chrissy rushing out the gym and i couldn’t just sit there without making sure you were okay.”

you sigh, giving him a gentle smile.

“i appreciate that, eddie.”

the room falls into an awkward silence, the only sound being the steady hum of the air conditioning unit.

“so…i never got that call.” the long haired boy teases, enjoying the nervous look that falls onto your face.

“right, i’m sorry. things just got a little hectic with cheer practice is all.” you lie through your teeth, your face flushing with embarrassment.

eddie chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“it’s okay, doll. how about you make it up to me by meeting me after the game tonight?”

you fiddle with your fingers anxiously, but ultimately decide to agree.

*

the crisp hawkins air nips at your legs as you walk beside chrissy, the tournament having just concluded successfully for the tigers.

you find yourself glancing over your shoulder repeatedly, anxious that someone might notice the two of you heading toward eddie’s white van.

not long after your encounter in the locker room, you learned that chrissy already knew eddie, having approached him out of curiosity about his side hustle.

you’re relieved not to be facing this alone.

eddie greets you both with a nod and ushers you into the back of his van. the interior is dimly lit and cluttered, filled with the scent of worn leather and weed.

he retrieves a metal box from a corner of the van, his focus shifting to chrissy as he opens it with a deliberate motion.

“there’s uh…there’s nothing to worry about. okay?”

chrissy nods, glancing over at you before watching curiously as he opens the box.

“so, how does this work exactly?” she asks.

“oh, just like any other old sale, except uh, cash only, and uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.”

a snort escapes you in response to the boy’s sarcasm, and you miss the smile that spreads across his face at your reaction.

chrissy leaves the van soon after, promising to call you and share her experience.

eddie assists you into the front seat, quickly taking his place beside you. as he starts the engine and accelerates out of the parking lot, you try not to watch too intently as he drives off into the night.

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