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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)

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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!

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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.

[isthlsfate]

⌞ 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.

[tractorbeamofwoe]

All That Glitters (Is Not Gold)

The Rise and Fall of The Zeros

🪩🎸Chapter 1💿💋

Here I sit in a rehearsal room above Café Indigo with five young talents in front of me; Emma, Cole, Danny, Lexi and Kyle, who go by the collective name of Bastard Tendencies. Singer Tommy did not wish to participate in this interview. The time is 9:58am, an early start for all of us which is clear by the coffee cups and energy drink cans resting at our feet. We briefly exchange a few words, mainly expressing our disappointment in the weather as the girls mourn the loss of their skilfully styled hair to the rain. Tomorrow night they play a gig at The Skunk and Badger pub, where audiences can expect what they describe as ‘Nirvana with synths’. When asked what their individual musical influences are, here’s what they had to say:

Emma (guitar and backing vocals): ‘The one thing we all have in common is we all like at least one guitar band that we draw influences from. There are some outliers of course, for example Kyle really likes electronic music like The Prodigy and Basement Jaxx.’

Lexi (keys/synths): ‘We kind of owe our synthy sound to Kyle’s love of Tame Impala and Gorillaz actually. My music taste crosses over more with Cole’s I think, because he’s really into 00’s indie sleaze and I really love The Strokes. That’s something we really bond over.’

Cole (guitar): ‘Well my dad was really into Jimi Hendrix and he kind of forced me to learn guitar so I could be the kind of reincarnation of Hendrix but…I mean yeah I like Bloc Party, The Libertines, some early Arctic Monkeys stuff is quite good. But then I also like more classic stuff like Queen and [David] Bowie. That’s where my more eccentric side comes from.’

Kyle chuckles from the other end of the sofa, reciting a story from childhood. He and Cole are twin brothers, yet their personalities seem to be polar opposites. Kyle is more introverted and withdrawn, a man of very few words, while Cole is eager and outgoing. I do my best to steer the conversation back to the question.

Emma: ‘I really love the 90s. Women who fucking rock. I don’t think Tommy was too thrilled when we first met and I told him I’m an avid lover of Hole and Courtney Love. I think my influences are kind of a spectrum though. Right in the middle is Elastica. I always thought Justine was so cool. Then on the other end is Stevie Nicks. I adore her. Not quite the 90s but…what can I say? She’s timeless. I’d like to meet her someday.’

Danny (drums): ‘I love punk. Live for it, even. Always thought it was so cool. I was really in the skating scene growing up so the older kids put me on to their music and I never looked back since. I got my first drum kit at 14 after begging my parents but never really envisioned myself in a band as it was more of a side hobby. Skating came first for me always. Then I met Tommy at a PDA concert [he is referring to fellow local punk band Public Displays of Aggression] and he told me about his dream of starting a band while we smoked together. He played me some grungey stuff he was working on and I was sold.’

What songs can we expect on the setlist tomorrow night?

Danny: ‘Tommy might shoot us if we say too much but we’re playing the usuals like As Seen on TV, Fences, Sub-Zero, The Long Run, Guest List. We’re playing a new one too, one that Tommy is very passionate about so that’s bound to go off.’

Are there any plans to officially release these songs in the near future? Or are you focusing on perfecting your craft first?

Kyle (bassist): ‘We just want to play live as much as possible. We’d take the atmosphere of playing on a stage to an audience any day over being in a studio, even if the audience is shit and unresponsive. A studio feels too much like work, whereas being on stage feels almost freeing. For me, at least.’

The others nod in agreement, some providing thoughtful hums of acknowledgement.

Emma: ‘We also don’t have management, and we’re unsigned. So getting into a studio when we already have so little budget is quite difficult at the moment.’

What about an album? I ask, though I quickly learn it is a futile question to ask as they all either shake their heads or shrug. Why is that?

Danny: ‘Just don’t have enough songs yet.’

The drummer smirks, pulling at the threads of his ripped jeans. The band in general seem to be very relaxed, whether that’s due to tiredness and boredom or just feeling comfortable being interviewed, I’m unsure. What I am sure of though, is the coolness radiating off of Danny; a nonchalantness that is charming to anyone meeting the band for the first time.

Lexi: ‘It just feels really far out of our reach at the moment. If our time in the band could be viewed in the form of a loading bar, we’re still at the very beginning. An album wouldn’t even come until maybe a third of the way along that bar. That’s not to say an album isn’t on the table, or it isn’t an obtainable goal, we just feel it’s not a priority right now.’

Do you think you’ll always stick to the sound you have now? Or can you see your tastes changing and the music you make evolving along with that?

Cole: ‘I think the music we make now is the right balance and blend of everything we all like. It also accommodates for the fact that there’s six of us. I mean, if we moved away from the synthy aspects and were just guitar based what would Lexi do? If we made pop music that needed a more melodic vocal, what would Tommy do? You know?’

Emma: ‘Bottom line is we’re stubborn. I don’t think we’re going to be easily swayed by anyone, it would take a LOT of convincing. We just want to make what we like, we’re not fussed about whether audiences like it or not. I’m sure as hell most of the pubs we’ve played didn’t like us but we don’t let that get to us. A gig is a gig at the end of the day no matter who is in the room.’

“They should be grateful they got to see Bastard Tendencies in their prime, before they sold their souls to the top 40 and turned pop” I joke, which is swiftly followed by laughter echoing around the whole room. An unhooked snare drum rattles in the corner.

Emma: ‘Speaking of genre shifts though, I always thought we could do a really cool, sinister Fleetwood Mac cover.’

In a live lounge sort of setting?

Emma: ‘Maybe…one day.’

Well you’re playing The Skunk and Badger tomorrow, what’s next for Bastard Tendencies after that? What are your dream venues?

Danny: ‘Manchester punk festival for me. But I think we’ve got a few more small town pub crawls left in us before we get to the real world.’

Emma: ‘I’d love to tour America. Specifically The Rave in Milwaukee. It’s haunted apparently and every artist that plays there writes their name in the abandoned swimming pool in the basement. I want our names there forever.’

Lexi: ‘Festivals in Europe, in the sun. So much free alcohol.’

Emma: ‘You can get away with having your top off too’

Cole: ‘Buckingham Palace for me I think.’

Kyle: ‘SNL.’

Danny: ‘Actually The Skunk and Badger is my dream venue. Ever since five minutes ago. It doesn’t get better than this. We’ve peaked now and we should just retire. It’s gonna be a special one, I’ve got all my friends and family coming out including my long lost Uncle Fred who I haven’t seen in 25 years, which is monumental because I’m only 21!’

They struggle to contain their laughter as their answers grow more and more absurd. It is clear they’ve now woken up and are itching to get rehearsing, and who am I to keep them confined to the sofa? There are whispers that Tommy will be arriving soon, still stoned from the party he attended the night before. This seems to be a common occurrence, according to Danny. ‘Thank you Mina’ they all chime one after the other, as I get up from my seat and wish them luck for their upcoming gig.

You can catch Bastard Tendencies at the Skunk and Badger from 7pm tomorrow (7th of June), followed by Over 40’s Bingo at 8pm and DJ Carlos ending the night from 9pm-1am.

Written by Mina Griffith

***

Another dingey pub gig, crammed onto a slab of wood that could barely fit the six of us on that we were supposed to believe was a stage. Lexi ended up sitting at a table off to the side amongst the patrons because we couldn’t get her keyboard onstage. We assigned her to be our photographer for the night instead, just to keep her occupied. I spent most of that gig pulling faces and showing off for the camera, so even if we sounded shit at least we looked good. The place was fairly busy, people there not necessarily to see us but as we started playing we racked up an audience. The room seemed to have a distinct smell, one of damp old carpet and chip grease that swirled around us for the duration of our time there.

Danny, ever the flirt, kept blowing kisses and winking at various girls in the crowd (all of whom he had personally invited in an attempt to win them over), while Tommy threw angry glances in his direction. Due to the venue’s lack of facilities, we had no one to monitor our sound for us, which resulted in Tommy being drowned out for the most part by Danny’s enthusiastic drumming. If the footage still existed, there'd be a video of me reassuringly patting Tommy on the shoulder, and him coldly swatting my hand away.

Tommy didn't like being touched, or showing much emotion really. He likes to be in control. He has a vision of how he wants to be perceived, and he makes sure we never forget it. The vision in question? The second-coming of Kurt Cobain. Except he can't grow a beard, and refuses to grow his hair out. Despite his closed off personality and nonchalantness, I'd like to think we're friends, that maybe if it came to life or death he would in fact save us. He'd never admit it though. Just like he'd never admit that he secretly really likes Radiohead.

The set seemed to drag on. We didn't have that many songs and so we filled time with ridiculously extended instrumentals and solos. There were two drunk men, much older than any of us, sat at the back of the bar who would whistle and cat call me in between songs. It didn't really bother me, but I could tell it was bothering the boys.

Just before our last song Tommy finally spoke out. "If you wanna keep harassing my guitarist you can meet me round the back after our set and I'll fuck you up," He grumbled into the mic, an expression of disapproval concealed under his blonde mop. "this is our last song and it's called Violet."

Tommy and Cole strummed out the chords while I played the lead lines, shaking my hips to the beat and flicking my hair around. I flashed Danny a smile over my shoulder, unaware of what was unfolding in the crowd. We actually started to work up a sweat despite the drought floating in from the front door.

Underneath our joyful exteriors though, we were secretly under immense pressure to get the song perfect. This was a new song Tommy had written about his ex girlfriend that he was very insistent on us not messing up. It was rare a song meant this much to him, but we could all hear it in his voice as he groaned the lyrics almost painfully down the microphone. He poured all his anguish and bitterness into this song, which we had to admit provided a nice contrast on the setlist to our other more groove driven songs. He finished the set by kicking over the mic stand and storming outside for a cigarette, a detail not missed by Lexi and her camera.

Once we’d packed all our gear down, we retired to the sticky mahogany counter of the bar for post show drinks. For several minutes we chatted amongst ourselves, thinking we’d already been forgotten about by the patrons, until I felt a figure lean over my shoulder and breathe on my neck as they inserted themself into our conversation.

“That singer of yours has quite the attitude.” A male voice comments. I could hear his smirk and thought at first he was being hostile, until he chuckled and gave me back my personal space. I span on my barstool to look at him. The first thing I noticed was his Nirvana tshirt. Then it was his ripped jeans, then finally his face. He was definitely older than us, at least by a decade, his blonde hair tousled under a pair of Ray bans perched on his head. He spoke again.

“Whoever’s in charge of you lot ought to smack some sense into him. You’ll never win a crowd over by acting like that.” He raises a bottle of Corona to his lips.

“Don’t let Tommy hear you say that, he’ll have you.” Danny chimes in from behind me now, also drinking beer from a glass of his own. The stranger raised an eyebrow.

“Oh he’ll have me will he? I thought his threats were only reserved for the two creeps that were harassing you.”

I shake my head “He’ll go for anyone, really.”

“Interesting. Sorry about those guys by the way, we went and had a word with them. You won’t have to see them at any of your shows again.”

By ‘we’ he was referring to himself and his friend, a taller dark haired man sat behind him. My eyes widen in surprise. It felt rare to come across selfless strangers like this.

“Oh wow, that really wasn’t necessary, but thank you,” I offered my hand to shake his. Without hesitation his cold hand gripped mine, damp with the condensation of his bottle. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“We did. We always come here to check out what local bands are on. Scouting out emerging talent and stuff. Seeing what’s on offer.”

My ears pricked. He had my full attention now. “Wait, scouting? Scouting for what?”

“Oh I manage bands.” The stranger grins. I felt like I’d hit the jackpot.

“Well that’s funny because we happen to be looking for management right now.” I prop my cheek up with my fist, elbow resting on the bar to my right. The man’s demeanour seems to change as he turns around to exchange a knowing look with his friend.

“Who are the other contenders?” He asks, an almost wild look flashing in his eyes as if the thought of competition excited him.

I laugh nervously before admitting “No one actually. You’re first in line.”

“Oh really? Well I’m surprised at that,” He chuckles again “You guys are good, you’ve got lots of potential. You’d fit right in with the other bands I manage, they’re all rebellious youngsters just like you. I can have you booked in for so many gigs, just say the word.”

“Believe me, he works fast.” The other man spoke up. My eyes fall on the moustache above his lip, before skimming over his tattoos. I only tear my gaze away when I notice a deep scar on his left arm, however he didn’t seem bothered.

We hesitate for a moment as we consider their offer.

“I’m in if you are” Danny says lowly, looking at me with an uncharacteristic seriousness.

“I don’t know, I think we should wait for the others and ask them.” I whisper. It seemed like the rational thing to do, to not immediately jump on an opportunity without knowing enough about it, but with the way we were scraping the bottom of the money jar we couldn’t exactly afford to wait around a whole lot longer.

“Can we at least buy you guys some drinks?” The blonde suggests, already pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t help but notice how full it was. Where the hell did he get all this money? He said he’d bring us success and now I believed him.

I brought this detail up to Danny as we played a game of pool, the two men, who we now knew as Joe and Phil, dividing their attention between our game and the conversation they were having with Kyle, Cole and Lexi. We were all a few drinks deep by now too.

“Did you see his wallet? The guy’s loaded!” I said a little too loudly across the pool table to Danny as he lined up his shot, shaking his head to move jet black hair out of his eyes.

“I thought you wanted to wait before making any decisions?” He shoots, the white ball ricocheting off of the side and colliding with a trio of red balls.

“I did but…now I’m sold. I think we should do this.”

Just then, Tommy came back inside, pausing for a moment to take in where each of his bandmates were. He quirked up an eyebrow and moved to approach the two men he didn’t recognise. The frontman cleared his throat, catching the attention of our new acquaintances.

“Ah, there he is! The star of the show!” Joe chuckles.

“And you are?” Tommy eyes them suspiciously

“I’m Joe. This here is my friend and colleague Phil.” Joe holds his hand out to shake Tommy’s but is brushed off by the younger man.

“Right…you’re fans of ours I presume?”

I sigh and place my pool cue down, joining the conversation before things escalate further.

“Not fans, Tommy. They manage bands. They’ve offered to manage us.” I explain gently.

Tommy is silent for a moment, glaring at us from under his fringe before grunting a simple “Cool.”

That was all that needed to be said. We all shook hands and the deal was done. I noticed Joe’s smile out of the corner of my eye, almost predatory while Phil hid his smirk behind the rim of his whiskey glass.

I glance over at Lexi who shoots me a reassuring smile, beckoning me over to look at the photos on her camera.

“Check these out, I made you guys look so cool.” She tilts the screen towards me and I click through the gallery, a smile slowly creeping onto my face.

“Holy shit Lex, these are fucking awesome!” I exclaim. “You should definitely show those to Mina, she’d love to see them.”

Mina is Danny’s younger sister and our self professed biggest fan. Her biggest dream is to be a journalist so we always let her interview us for her college assignments. I think that’s a great thing about having a family member write an article about you, because you can be certain they won’t mischaracterise you. We trust Mina to portray us honestly as we are and in return she always gets the gossip first. Gosh she’ll be ecstatic to hear how tonight went.

We chatted and played pool for a little while longer, sniggering to ourselves during the bingo. Joe and Phil had disappeared outside somewhere, something about needing to take a call. Eventually Cole came and tapped me on the shoulder, letting us know it was time to leave.

“Yeah sure, just let me go grab my jacket.” I reply, finishing my last drink and heading towards the cloakroom. As I pulled my leather jacket around me I caught Joe’s eye outside. We held each others’ gazes for a moment until he hung up the call and beckoned me to him.

“Are you all leaving already?” He asks as I lean in the doorway, though his disappointment sounded almost ingenuine.

“Afraid so.” I cross my arms.

“You can’t leave yet,” He chuckles “I haven’t even given you my number,”

Joe waves his finger, gesturing for me to turn around. I turned my back to him, confused about what he wanted. Then I felt him hold something up against my back; a piece of paper. I felt every shape he drew with the pen as he scrawled out the set of digits that made up his phone number, before stepping back and handing it to me all neatly folded.

“I want everyone to meet here tomorrow morning so we can properly discuss future plans in more detail. Sound good?”

I nod silently, shoving the square into my pocket.

“I can’t wait to see you again.” Joe leans in to speak lowly in my ear before flashing me a toothy smile. His hand came forward to pat my shoulder in a friendly gesture but his touch seemed to linger just a little too long. I just couldn’t open my mouth quick enough to say anything before he disappeared inside again, and my bandmates were calling me away.

[savetopnow]

2018-04-01 22 MUSIC now

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

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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

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Mothpuppy - Kilgore Falls [Indie Rock] (2017)

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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.

[savetopnow]

2018-04-01 19 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

Shower Me In Symphonies

Fifth-Dimensional Views

Late Night Games

The Middle Of A Cold Premonition

The Moon Right Behind Me

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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