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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months

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Word List: Fashion History

to try to include in your poem/story (pt. 2/3)

Exomis - a short, asymmetrical wrap garment pinned at the left shoulder, worn by men in Ancient Greece

Eye of Horus - or Wedjat eye, is an ancient Egyptian symbol that represents the eye of the falcon-headed god Horus and symbolizes healing and regeneration and was often worn for protection

Faience - a man-made ceramic material that was often used in ancient Egypt to make jewelry and devotional objects; it is usually a blue color

Falling Band - a flat and broad white collar often with lace on the edges, worn by men and women in the 17th century

Fibula - served as a pin to both hold garments together and to show status of those with prestige or power within society; was popular in Greek culture

Fichu - a triangular shawl, usually worn by women, draped over the shoulders and crossed or fastened in the front

Fontange - a linen cap with layers of lace and ribbon, worn flat and pinned to the back of the head

French Hood - a rounded headdress for women that was popular in the 16th century (from 1540)

Frock Coat - a collared man’s coat worn through the eighteenth to the twentieth century; rose to prominence mainly in the nineteenth century, especially Victorian England; characterized as a knee-length overcoat, buttoned down to the waist, that drapes over the lower half of the body like a skirt

Frogging - ornamental braid or cording that can function as a garment closure, or be solely decorative

Gabled Hood - a woman’s headdress that is wired to create a point at the top of the head and has fabric that drapes from the back of the head

Gigot Sleeve - a sleeve that was full at the shoulder and became tightly fitted to the wrist; also called leg-of-mutton sleeve

Guipure Lace - a type of continuous bobbin lace made without a mesh ground; its motifs are connected by bridges or plaits

Himation - a rectangular cloak wrapped around the body and thrown over the left shoulder worn by the ancient Greeks

Huipilli/Huipil - a woven rectangular shirt worn by women in Central America beginning in ancient times

Jerkin - a close-fitting men’s jacket, often worn for warmth, sometimes without sleeves; worn over a doublet in the 16th and 17th centuries

Justaucorps - a long-sleeved, knee-length coat worn by men after 1666 and throughout the 18th century

Kaftan - (also caftan) is an ancient garment, which originated in ancient Persia but then spread across Central and Western Asia; a kind of robe or tunic that was worn by both men and women

Katazome (stencil printing) - a traditional Japanese method for printing designs onto fabric using a stencil and paste-resist dyes

Kaunakes - one of the earliest forms of clothing; made from goat or sheep’s wool and meant to be worn around the waist like a skirt, it is recognizable by its fringe detailing

Kente - a Ghanaian strip woven textile that has striped patterns and bright colors with corresponding meanings

Knickerbockers - or “knickers” are full or baggy trousers gathered at the knee or just below and usually fastened with either a button or buckle; were initially worn by men in the late 19th century and gradually became part of women’s fashion; the garment was usually worn as sportswear and became especially popular among golfers and female cyclists, hence the term “pedal pushers”

Kohl - a black material made out of minerals such as galena and used for eyeliner and eye protection in ancient Egypt

Labret - a type of lip-piercing worn by various cultures to indicate wealth, prosperity and beauty

Love Lock - a lock of hair from the nape of the neck hanging over the chest to show romantic attachment; it was a popular hairstyle between 1590-1650

Lurex - a shiny synthetic fiber made of aluminum-coated plastic with a glittering metallic sheen

Mantua - a jacket-like bodice with pulled back overskirt that bustled in the back, often in elaborately patterned fabric, first worn in the 17th century

Medici Collar - a collar that stands upright on the back of the neck and opens in the front; this type of ruff was introduced to France by Marie de’ Medici in the 16th century, taking her name two centuries later

Moccasins - a type of soft animal skin shoe that were worn by Indians in North America

Muff - a tubular padded covering of fur or fabric, into which both hands are placed for warmth

Mule - a backless shoe

Muslin - a simple plain-weave textile made out of cotton and available in varying weights and finishes; historically, there were also varieties of muslin in silk and wool

Needle Lace -often known as “needlepoint lace”; is a term referring to the technique in which the lace is made of entirely needle work; it developed in the 15th century and then became very popular throughout the 16th century

Nemes Headdress - starched, striped linen headdress that draped on the shoulders and had a tail at center back worn only by royals in ancient Egypt

Panes/Paning - a method of decoration using long parallel strips of fabric arranged to reveal a contrasting fabric underneath that was fashionable from the 15th-17th centuries

Panniers - an under-structure used in eighteenth-century fashion that created a shape wide at the sides and flat at the front and back

Pantalettes - (also referred to as pantaloons) are loose, pants-like undergarments that covered women’s lower halves in the late 18th and early 19th century

Particolored - the combination of different colors within the same garment along the vertical axis

Passementerie - an additional accent or embellishment in silk or metallic threads, such as an embroidered braid, tassel or fringe

Pattens - wooden-soled platform over-shoes, which were commonly worn from the 14th century to the 18th century

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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apomaro-mellow · 4 months

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Family Planning 2

Part 1

When he got home that evening, he called both Tommy and Carol to let them know he wouldn’t be able to pick them up the next morning. All in service to the big reveal tomorrow. The fake stomach had been smuggled out of the theatre department and only now did Steve take it out, alone in his room.

He put it on with surprising ease and looked himself over in the mirror, snickering to himself. Then he put a shirt over it and widened his eyes at how realistic it looked. His arms slowly wound around to cradle his stomach. He let himself imagine that it was actually his, that it was actually his and Eddie’s.

“Yeah right”, Steve scoffed, like he was trying to convince himself as he took it off.

The next day, Steve was having breakfast with his parents when he heard someone pull up to the driveway. Not just someone. It could only be-

“Who is that?”, Steve’s father Richard frowned at the van out front.

“That’s my Home Ec partner. Gotta run!” He gobbled the rest of his cereal, put his bowl in the sink, kissed his mother’s cheek and then ran out the door. Once he got in the passenger side, Eddie took off, not even waiting for him to have his seatbelt on.

“Jesus, why are you in such a rush? Is that anyway to treat someone who’s expecting?”

“Sorry, just excited”, Eddie said, putting the pedal to the metal.

Steve could understand. He was kind of feeling a buzz too, but he wasn’t about to admit it. On the way to school, he worked on slipping the fake belly over his real one.

Eddie wasn’t exactly a virgin. He’d messed around a couple of times before. But even so, seeing Steve’s bare torso, his belly button and happy trail, he kept from swerving only just because he was turning anyway. He kept his eyes on the road, resolute, after that. What a stupid way to die, ogling a guy who’d never given you the time of day. Because of his focus, he didn’t get to see Steve’s new look until he parked.

It looked so…natural. He swallowed, eyes moving slowly up his body to meet the omega’s.

“Are you ready?”, Steve asked.

Eddie grinned. “It’s showtime.” He got out first and then went over to Steve’s side, clearing his throat before he spoke. “Watch your step, baby.”

Steve’s ears burned at the pet name. They had made this grand plan, pretending to be expecting parents. But he hadn’t really visualized what that would look like in practice besides the dropped jaws of their peers. Eddie held his hand out to help Steve out of the van, all part of the show. And when he finally stepped out all the way it was like he could hear the hush come over the parking lot.

Everyone who caught sight of them was trying to do the mental gymnastics to make sense of what they were seeing. Eddie snickered as he put an arm around Steve’s shoulders, enjoying the spectacle. They walked passed a few cars before getting to Tommy’s truck, where he and Carol were leaning against the bumper.

“What the hell am I looking at?”, Carol said, eyes bugging out of her head.

“This has gotta be some kind of joke”, Tommy glared in confusion.

And even though Steve was their friend, their befuddlement kept them from approaching. As it did to others. Everyone just stared on. Only a few knew that they’d been paired for the Home Ec project. Plenty knew about the lunchroom incident but didn’t exactly know how Steve was involved. Eddie walked Steve to his locker and only then did he take his arm off his shoulders.

“Time for Papa Bear to bring home the bacon. Don’t miss me too much.” He bent over to kiss Steve’s false belly and then skipped off. For all his bravado, there was a part of him that was nervous that Steve might think he went too far. Best to get out of whopping distance in that case.

No one had ever kissed his stomach before. But then again, Steve supposed no one had a reason to. Even though he hadn’t really felt it, the place Eddie kissed tingled all the same. He quickly checked himself before going off to class. It wasn’t like he liked the man. They’d barely spoken to one another. Maybe he was a little easy on the eyes, nice hair anyway. But the man’s fashion sense left a lot to be desired.

Steve’s thoughts were cut off when his homeroom teacher choked at the sight of him. Everyone else in the room stopped talking. Steve entered with his head held high but for a moment he wondered if this was how it would be if he actually got knocked up. How long would it have taken him to show? Would people stare this much? He vaguely recalled a girl last year who got pregnant. Of course, she dropped out and Steve had no idea what became of her until he happened to see her at the grocery store, carting a pup along.

She seemed content. Although he now realized he had no idea what happened to the person who sired her pup or who they even were. The double standards had always been apparent to Steve but even more so now that he was stepping into that role.

At some point during class, he started resting his hand on his stomach. It just felt natural. And then he began to rub it. It wasn’t hard to imagine it was all for real. It was just hard to wrap his head around having a baby himself. Steve had never gone steady with anyone. What kind of alpha would he eventually be with?

The thoughts ran through his mind for the remainder of homeroom, when Eddie showed up to come and ‘pick him up’.

“Did my two darlings miss me?”

“It wasn’t even half an hour”, Steve rolled his eyes. He was aware that Eddie didn’t attend his own homeroom because that was usually when he went out to the abandoned picnic area to sell his party favors. Bring home the bacon, indeed.

Eddie escorted him to his next period, which he shared with Carol and Tommy. Of course, they were already there and before the period officially started, they grabbed Steve and made an exit. Loitering in the halls when they should be in class wasn’t out of the ordinary, especially for a teacher that droned like Mr. Parsons, but he could tell this wouldn’t be their usual hang out session.

“What’s the deal with that?”, Carol cut right to the chase, pointing at his torso.

The hallway was empty, everyone either in class or loitering elsewhere. Steve just shrugged while smiling. He knew jokes like this weren’t their thing, which is why he didn’t bring it up before the reveal. They were more into the kind that were at other’s expense.

“It’s just a gag. And a way to not fail Home Ec this year.”

“Did Munson put you up to this?”, Tommy crossed his arms.

“He came up with the idea but clearly I had nothing against it.”

Carol’s face was green. “You look ridiculous. What if people actually think you’re pregnant?”

“Then they’d be stupid”, Steve said. No one went from flat stomach to showing in a day. It was such a change that his shirt almost didn’t fit him.

Tommy shook his head. “You had like, one detention with him and he’s got you all flipped around, doing his bidding.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that. And it won’t even be that long. We’ve got a plan.”

The rest of the day went by with the same gawking and staring that had begun in the morning, especially when Eddie sat at Steve’s table during lunch. If looks could kill, he would have been double dead by the way Carol and Tommy were glaring. Steve paid their attitudes no mind and treated it as if Eddie always sat there.

At the end of the day, Eddie took Steve home and he took the belly off on the drive back. They looked at each other, rather pleased with themselves.

“I can’t believe the looks on all their faces”, Eddie beamed.

“I think some of those jaws are still on the floor”, Steve said.

“Ready for the big climax tomorrow?”

Steve took a breath. “As I’ll ever be. Think this’ll actually get us back on track for the assignment?”

“That or we get suspended. But! Engels won’t wanna deal with me for a whole other year and you’ve got the untouchable quality of being on a sports team, so they’ll probably let us off with an essay.”

“God, I hate essays”, Steve rubbed his face. “Why makes us write five hundred words when I can say it in like 12?”

“You think five hundred words is a lot? That’s adorable.”

Steve scowled at him and Eddie gave a very dramatic wince. To the point where he fell back against the driver side door with his hand to his heart.

“There it is! The Royal Evil Eye!”

“Shut the hell up”, Steve scoffed.

“If it makes you feel any better about our situation, I don’t mind helping you with that essay. We’ll probably be spending many afternoons in detention after tomorrow.”

Steve didn’t know when the prospect of such a punishment didn’t seem like such a drag anymore. With Eddie around at least it wouldn’t be boring.

“It’s the least you can do”, Steve said as he opened the door. “If you’re gonna be my alpha, take responsibility.”

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The next day started the same but this time, both Eddie and Steve were a little nervous. Yesterday was like a pre-show compared to what would go down today. They had Home Ec today and if their teacher hadn’t heard about Steve’s new predicament, she’d find out the moment they walked in.

Steve skipped homeroom that morning, going with Eddie into the theatre department where one of Eddie’s friends, Gareth, was helping them with this final stunt.

“Okay, are you guys really sure you wanna do this?”

“Just tell me you got it rigged to max pressure”, Eddie said.

“Dude, the whole classroom is going to be a splash zone”, Gareth assured him.

“How do you know how to do all this?”, Steve asked.

“You know those guys who do effects in horror movies? That’s gonna be me one day.”

The period for Home Ec came and Ms. Engels’ eyes got wide watching Eddie walk in with his arm around Steve’s waist. There were snickers coming from the other students as it was clear she had NOT heard that they had a bundle on the way.

“Just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“By my watch, I’d say arriving to class a full minute early”, Eddie said just as the bell rang. “Oh, mine must be a little fast.”

“You were told to show that you can handle the responsibility of parenthood”, she began to scold as they took their seats, this time right next to each other.

“What’s more responsible than this”, Steve said. “I’m all ready to become a mother.”

She glowered. “Teen pregnancy is a serious issue.”

“Then why don’t we learn anything useful?”, Eddie challenged. “All this school has taught us is ‘don’t have sex, oh but in case you do, here’s a bag of flour’. How does a bag of flour teach us anything about babies?”

“I’m calling the principal”, Ms. Engels said, going to the phone on the wall. “Detention will be the least of your worries.”

Eddie stood up. “Careful, you don’t want to put stress on my Stevie. He’s due any minute now.”

“Principal Woolsley, the Munson boy is at it again. I need you in my room this instant.”

“I’m warning you”, Eddie said.

“Are you threatening a teacher!?”

“Eddie!”, Steve gasped. “That baby’s coming!”

“Oh you’ve done it now Engels!”, Eddie shook a finger at her and then helped Steve to stand up like he was actually going through labor.

The rest of the class watched on, engaged in the spectacle. Eddie went right over to Ms. Engels’ desk and in one sweep, brushed everything off her desk and onto the floor. There were gasps and shrieks and guffaws and Eddie lived for it as he brought Steve over to lay on top of it.

“Okay, honey here we go. Just breathe and push with me.”

“This is completely unacceptable!”

“And push!”

Steve’s face only showed glee as he pretended to push the baby out, waiting for Eddie’s cue. He really was some kind of showman, hamming it up for his audience. He waited for the tension in the room to rise before he went around to Steve’s front, peering between his clothed legs.

“I think I see a head! It’s time to really push!”

A few heads craned like they’d actually be able to see a pup crowning when Steve was still wearing his jeans. It was the suspense of whether or not something, anything would come out. Eddie went back to Steve’s side and held his hand, grounding him. Steve took a breath and they let Gareth’s work explode.

Right into Mr. Woolsley’s face.

The tomato sauce was pretty thick, filled with chunks that would’ve been a pretty good stand in for viscera. But even through it all, they could see the man’s red face. His voice was scarily even as he spoke.

“I’m calling your parents.”

Part 3

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the-old-mayhem · 1 month

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One of the other bands brought a video camera and placed it at the back of the stage and the whole thing was filmed. I met the filmmaker a couple of years later at the Elm Street Pub and asked for a copy of his tape. He wanted money for it so I warned him, “if that tape is ever released, it’s you I’ll come looking for. That was over twenty years ago and it hasn’t leaked.

The gig at Jessheim was organised by Tønnes Steenersen, a guy who was my age and went to my school. He had a radio show called ‘High Voltage’. I suspect there was Christian influence involved but he was very into metal. He arranged the show and rustled up a few bands. We were given five grand for that gig which was our first paid gig.

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pxrxcxa · 2 years

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Mean to the bone

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+.

Post summary | Y/n feels like her and Eddie are on the path of normality (finally), but when feelings get just a little too real and intense, it sends Eddie running back into the comfort of his old ways.

What to expect | Angst, Jealousy, Eddie being a bad liar and shutting off because he can't handle his feelings (and is a dick about it yes).

Post Warnings | 18 + smut, f oral, p in v unprotected, drug and underage drinking mention.

Word count | 5.2 K words

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Take care, P. x 🌻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Authors Note | Once you've read this, please don't worry lovely's, I have decided to turn this into a series with quite a few more to come. As long as you'll keep reading them, I'll keep writing them. Enjoy x 🌻

I didn’t have to turn to sense Eddie behind me, the tingle his presence sent up my spine and seeing my lab partner shrink under a hidden glare across from me, was enough to tip me off. I rolled my eyes as he gave a quieted yelp and practically ran away from where we were standing at my locker, exchanging biology notes.

“Do you try to scare people on purpose, or does it just come naturally to you?” I pretended to scowl as he slid from behind me into view, his sarcastic smirk set a genuine smile across my face as he leaned against the open door of my locker, blocking it to demand my attention. His hand shot up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear as I shoved my books in past him, his fingers brushed lightly against the skin of my cheek, leaving a burning red mark behind as he devoured the sight. I dropped my eyes as the intensity of his stare sent butterflies through my frame.

“Only the ones that try to steal my girl.” His words sent a thrill through me, but I held my breath, hardly daring to believe his words. Even after yesterday in the woods, in the morning light of clarity while I tossed and turned in my bed before school, I had struggled to wrap my head around my feelings, or his.

“Jealous much?” I choked out, glancing up through my lashes to see his expression darken. I back pedalled because he shot me a grimace that said he wasn’t in the mood for my jokes.

“And I don’t think Simon’s much of a threat Eddie, kid is five foot and scared of his own shadow, much less yours.” I tried to move him so I could close my locker, but he remained rooted to the spot. I gulped as he moved closer to me, wrapping his hand around the side of my neck and resting his fingers along my jaw and behind my ear to tilt my head back.

“I don’t care.” My breathing faltered at his words as I felt the stares of our classmates passing us in the hallway pressing in from all sides.

“Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”

His lips leant down to brush against mine when the bell rang, I jumped back from his grasp in fright, letting the cool air that swirled in the distance between our bodies wipe away the heady desire that threatened to take over my logical sense of mind. Eddie looked disappointed as his hand hesitated in the air, the bright spark in his eyes flaring as I swung my bag up higher on my shoulder and turned away from him.

“I have to get to class.” His firm hand shot out to trap my wrist in a surprisingly soft grasp as he tugged me back, spinning me around until he had me pinned against the metal wall of lockers, practically hiding me from view behind his wide shoulders as he closed the distance between us. The bustle of students loudly making their way to the next class drowned out my embarrassing whimper that escaped me as Eddie grinned down at me.

“Just, wait a second.” He tapped my chin with his finger as I dropped my gaze.

“I want to see you again… woods?” He smirked as I smacked at his chest, shoving him away slightly before he pushed back in against my body even closer than before.

A mistake.

I could feel every hard, seductive, plane of his body rubbing into mine. I dug my nails into my palms to clear my head.

“Uh uh, no way. It is freezing. I’m not going out there until next summer Eddie.” I laughed as he watched my lips.

“Okay… well I’m seeing you one way or another tonight so unless you want me turning up at your doorstep with flowers to ask your dad for permission to take you out on a date…” He gave a condescending half smirk as he let his words trail off like they were a bad thing, but the image they painted sent an aching longing and sadness through me.

“Fine.” I chewed on my lip as a familiar light laugh tinkled over the raucous noise, bouncing off the walls of the corridor. I squinted through the crook of Eddie’s elbow, spying Nancy’s buoyant curls bouncing as she hung off Steve’s arm while they thundered down the corridor, headed straight towards us. Panic shot through me as the intimacy of our position made it feel like there was a bright light shining down on us, exposing us to every pair of prying eyes.

I wasn’t ready for Nancy to find out about Eddie, not this way.

“Okay fine.” I spat again, speaking quickly before Nancy could notice us huddled against my locker.

“I’m going to a party tonight, come with me.” His breath washed over me as he pushed off from against the wall, crossing his arms as he rolled his eyes at me.

“It’s not exactly a party, not really. My friend Nancy… She’s kind of dating Harrington, you could come and meet her?” My own question quietened as he stared back at me with a mean, patronising look.

“What? Cause… we’re kind of dating?” His words sounded right, but the way he laughed them at me sent a stabbing pain of rejection through me as my face fell.

He laughed loudly again, earning the attention of passers-by as he leant forward to wipe the wetness his lips had left against mine with his rough thumb.

“Sure y/n.” He humoured me, pressing his cold fingers against my cheek harshly before spinning away from me, his vest flung out behind him as he strode away, shoving people out of his path.

“Hey y/n.” I snapped my eyes away as I watched Eddie disappear around the corner, Steve and Nancy had pushed through the throng of bustling students as they came to a standstill in front of me, his aqua puffer vest crinkled as he slung his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side to keep her close. I groaned and rolled my eyes as Steve nestled his mouth against her neck, making Nancy giggle as his styled hair tickled her chin, her eyes met mine as an annoyed sound tumbled from my lips at their sickening PDA.

“Harrington.” I nodded in greeting, pressing my lips together. They looked great together, and she’d been pining over him for our entire three years of high school, but I was worried that he’d hurt my sweet best friend. Steve didn’t exactly have the best reputation when it came to women, I’d spent too many days of my life watching him chase and throw away a tonne of girls over the years like they were interchangeable objects.

“Are you coming tonight?” Nancy’s face was flushed with excitement as Steve shot her a side look.

Shit

Eddie might have had a joking tone when he brought up hanging out tonight, but I knew he’d hunt me down whether I was at home or Steve’s party, I couldn’t leave Nancy on her own tonight, but I also couldn’t have him rocking up at Steve’s doorstep with a pocket full of drugs, a cheeky smile and bad intentions.

If he actually decided to come tonight, I had to warn them.

“Yeah I am, but uh Steve, d’ya mind if I bring someone? A plus one or whatever?” I bit down on my lip as Nancy shot me a puzzled look.

“Sure. As long as they bring grog or weed, they’re cool. Anyone who provides is welcome at the Harrington residence.” He spread his arms wide as a cocky smile shot across his face, his basketball teammates thundered down past the hallway at that moment, slapping him on his back as they swept him up in the crowd, hoots of laughter echoed down the corridor as Nancy raised her hand in a small wave as Steve disappeared with them.

“Who is your friend?” She turned back to me and lifted her hand to pinch a stray thread off my shoulder, smoothing out the material as I wrapped my fingers around her arm, quickly tugging her down the hall towards the girls bathroom.

“I have to tell you something.” I dropped my grip from her as we shot through the entrance and quickly pushed open each stall door, checking that we were alone before I dropped my bag against the tiled floor as I spun around to face her.

I took a deep breath to calm myself as Nance knotted her brows together in concern, a confused smile playing on the corner of her lips as I let out the shaky breath.

“Y/n, what’s –“ she started before I waved my hands in the air.

“It’s Eddie.” I cut her off, watching her eyes dart around us as she processed my words.

“What?” She blinked in surprise.

“It’s Eddie, he’s my plus one.” I let out a heavy gust of air as I told her the truth.

“Oh. Oh. So he asked you out?” Her eyes lit up in excitement before they clouded with doubt and confusion. “Wait, I thought when you took Mike to their club it didn’t go well?...” She trailed off.

“It didn’t…” I admitted, crossing my arms and turning to stare out the dirty small window sitting high on the wall behind us. Nancy was silent as she waited for me to continue.

“He was really rude and mean, but we… hooked up. Or half hooked up I don’t know. We didn’t have sex we just did stuff and…” There was a sharp intake of a breath before her voice cut through the air in a shrill.

“WHAT.” My eyes widened and flashed to the door as I made a shushing gesture at her.

“Why the hell did you hook up if he was a jerk?” She whispered back fiercely at me as she moved closer. My stomach dropped as I wrestled with my answer.

“Well, I don’t know, I ended up confronting him about it and the way he looked at me I just – and then he…“ I stumbled over my words as they made me blush.

“Oh. My. God.” She squealed, reaching out to wrap her thin, bony fingers into my arm.

“…was it… good?” She grinned, I let out an exasperated sigh at the glowing interest on her face, the memories of the feeling of Eddie’s body above mine made me shiver.

Was it good? He had me going back for more in less than a day.

My thoughts must have shown on my face because Nancy let out an ear bleeding squeal of delight.

“You have to tell me everything. So is inviting him tonight about… going all the way with him?” She questioned, raising her brows at me.

“Well…” I bit the corner of my lip and avoided her eyes

Nancy shot forward to smack my arm, her mouth dropping open in shock and surprise. She walked backwards towards the bench, swiping paper towels out of the way as she leant back on her hands and pulled herself up to sit on the tabletop as she watched me, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited in high anticipation for me to dive into the dirty details.

“After his Hellfire thing, I went to his place. It was… bad. Not the sex.” I shook my head at her as her mouth turned down in pity. “No, the sex was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Or him. But he was just so mad… and cold. We were making out and he… bit me.” I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as I steeled myself to tell Nancy the rest of it.

She made an approving noise in the back of her throat and muttered the word Kinky as I laughed.

“I hit him.” I admitted with a guilty scowl, I was slow to look back up at her through my fluttering lashes as she stared at me in confusion, with just a little disgust clouding her features. “I know – I know. It was fucked up of me to do it, he just hurt me and caught me off guard.” I paused to let it sink in as she chewed on the inside of her cheek, thinking over my words.

“And then he hit me back – it wasn’t right! What either of us done, I don’t know what happened we just both so heated and then –“ Her eyes shot back up to mine in a flash, anger and hurt radiated off of me and flowed between us as she shuffled off the bench towards me.

“What happened after?” She pressed, cupping my cheek as they flamed in embarrassment.

“Actually…” I grinned sheepishly as her arm dropped, peering into my clenched hands as she stared back at me, scandalized.

“No way. Were you guys not like? Angry?” She scoffed.

She gasped as I nodded and smiled. “Is that what you’re into y/n?”

“I mean, sometimes yeah. It’s… intense and passionate. Every other guy is so boring compared to him Nancy. Yeah its rough and it feels so good it painful, but it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.” Nancy’s own face flushed at my words as she pursed her lips to hold back a smile.

“I just thought you’d be into someone gentle and caring I dunno… Did he at least apologise?’ I strode over to the sink to splash some cold water against the back of my neck, patting the palms against my cheeks as my skin burned.

“He did.” I nodded, leaning against the bench to face her. “Yesterday we met in the woods, and he told me how sorry he was. He also showed me that he was sorry.” She puckered her lips and smiled at the look on my face.

“He kind of opened up a bit as well Nance, told me a few things. I know he seems angry and mean all of the time, and he can be, but he’s a good guy. At least I think he is.”

“Okay.” Her light laughed tinkled in the space between us as her eyes flashed with something deeper. “As long as he’s not going to hurt you again.” I shook my head quickly, clenching my hands around the lip of the bench.

“He promised.”

“Okay… so are you guys like dating or what?” She giggled, skipping over the tiles to grab my hands and swing them between us.

“I honestly don’t know, he so… confusing. He has the worst mood swings of anyone I’ve ever met. I think I’m going to talk to him tonight at the party.”

If he actually shows

The bathroom door slammed back against the white paint chipped wall springing me out of my thoughts and breaking Nancy and I apart, we both swiped up our bags in a panic that it was a teacher busting us for being late to class, but it was just a confused freshman that haltered at the door as we shoved past her, the last bell ringing throughout the now empty corridor.

“Nancy, there’s like, a lot of people here.” It looked like Steve Harrington had invited the entire population of Hawkins, were there even this many high school students at our school?

I grabbed her arm and moved closer to her as our heels clicked into the cold night air, seniors that I vaguely recognised littered the front lawn of Steve’s house, cheering on some jock that was upside down and guzzling a beer keg. We side stepped empty cans and cigarette butts as we made our way up the driveway, shivering as the cold wind riffled our short dresses around our thighs.

I tightened my grip and swung my head around as a wolf-whistle erupted on our right side, spying one of the basketball guys that regularly hung around Steve, raising his drink in greeting towards Nancy and me.

“Looking good y/n.” He smirked, taking a drag of his smoke and raising an eyebrow at me. I gave him a small smile and sped up, dragging Nancy along as she giggled in my ear.

“I didn’t think it was going to be this big.” She promised , cringing into my side as a group of drunk guys stumbled across in front of us, nearly barrelling straight through us. The night sky was clear, and the moon beamed down onto the scene beneath it, illuminating each crevice and exposing the bad behaviour. We didn’t bother knocking over the loud music as we reached the front door, I reached out to turn the handle and shoves it open, tripping immediately into the packed hallway as the dancing bodies that swayed back and forth jostled us as we made our way slowly through it.

“Where’s Steve?” Nancy screamed in my ear, twisting her hand at the edge of my jacket that ended just beneath my rib cage. Her lips quivered as she ducked and weaved behind me as some random girl pushed between us, pressing her palm to her mouth as she her cheeks filled with vomit. I clutched the grocery paper bag filled with our mixed drinks tighter against my chest as they clanged together quietly. The mixed stench of weed and tobacco and sweat assaulted us as the thick haze settled over head. The yellow glow from the patio lights seeped into the kitchen as we pushed through, grouping at the marble countertop to catch our breath.

Nancy tugged on my sleeve as she pointed out through the open glass doors, Steve was laughing and chugging something dark out of a red cup. I slid my bag further up my shoulder as I followed her out into the cold night air, the music was less loud outside but the deck beneath our feet vibrated with the bass. Steve spied us and waved Nancy over, smiling wildly as we crossed the grass on the balls of our feet as we wobbled in our high shoes dangerously. I swung my eyes across the crowded yard as I looked for the flash of a familiar denim vest or thick head of dark curls.

She disappeared into the arms of Steve as his friend slid up beside me, with a jolt and a cautious smile as I recognised him as his basketball teammate from earlier.

“We meet again.” He smirked, handing me a full cup of amber coloured liquid, I took a careful sniff, I shook my head and gasped as the fumes nearly knocked me on my ass, turning my back on him so I could keep my eye on the back door in case Eddie decided to show up after all.

“Uh yeah. Sorry what was your name?” His response was lost on me as I noticed Eddie by the back gate, he was dressed head to toe in black with chains lining the pocket and heavier ones around his neck that matched his rings. His cigarette dropped low from the corner of his mouth as his eyes were locked on me, Tommy H slid a large bill into his large palm and pocketed the small bag that slipped through his fingers. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as his heavy gaze flickered between me and jock next to me as he swung his arm around my shoulders, I stumbled under his weight as something dangerous flashed in Eddie’s gaze. I quickly shook it off as Eddie took an angry step towards us and my breath froze in my throat as I watched something fight behind his eyes, he seemed to settle on a decision as he spun on his heels, turning his back on me as he tromped across the concreted stones beneath him towards the back door.

I shoved the bag of alcohol in my arms into the unsuspecting ones of the guy next to me without a word, tearing across the grass after Eddie as he quickly disappeared into the crowd. I shoved screaming girls out of my way as a new popular song started up on the radio, dodging their hands that waved in the air to accompany their embarrassing dance moves.

“Eddie.” My yell was drowned out as the rift of the music blared off the walls.

His jacket shook as he roughly shoved people up against the walls as he passed them, leaving a wake of outraged cries as I followed behind, muttering apologies for him as I closed in quickly. His hand shot out to wrap around the circular doorknob of a nearby door, slamming in shut in frustration as he peered in to find a bathroom.

He paused as he reached out for another door, flexing his hand around it as I reached his elbow and tugged on his arm. Eddie shook me off angrily and thundered through the door frame, swearing as he stumbled into the middle of a vacant guest room, I followed him in quickly and spun around to slam the door close behind me, sliding the lock into place as it drowned out the music and cluster of drunk voices.

“What are you doing?” I asked gently as he took in his surroundings, the soft glow of a reading lamp casted long shadows along the angry panes of his face and lit up his bright brown eyes as he spun back to face me with an annoyed look on his face.

“Looking for the goddamn front door.” He spat, running his hands through his hair roughly.

“What’s wrong?” He stared at me with a scathing look as he reached for his cigarettes in his vest pocket, I wrapped my arms around my chest as the cold anger radiating off of him made me tremble.

“Was it that guy? So you are jealous Eddie.” I tried to laugh it off to lighten the mood as my own nerves hiked up, wanting to go back and join the party and have fun, maybe even to introduce him to Nancy as more than a friend.

He sighed heavily and slammed his hand against the wooden panelling of the cupboard, making the mirror attached to the doors shake. He turned to face me, running his penetrating gaze up and down my body, tracing the lines of my curves that the skin-tight red dress that I’d stolen from Nancy, clung to. I shrunk away as his eyes flicked back up to my face, biting down on his lip as his chest heaved and he smirked.

“What’s wrong is you in that fucking dress y/n. It should be illegal to look that good. I don’t want anyone to see you like this again except for me.”

In a split second he tore across the room, wrapping his hands around my hips as he pinned me against the door, making me lean up on my toes as he reached down to caress the sides of my thighs and hitched the dress to bunch up around my waist. I gasped as he locked his arms around the back of my knees, lifting me up so that I was straddling him while he took long strides across the room. Eddie untangled my hands from behind his neck to lower me softly onto the made bed, pulling back as he traced kisses over the dress to stuck to my stomach. I moaned and reached out up to him, curling my fingers as he straightened up and smirked down at me.

“I am going to fuck you so good that you’re ruined for every guy after me y/n.”

His hands fell to his belt as his promise sounded in my ears, making be blush as he shrugged out of his jacket, letting it tumble to the floor as he reached up to tear his shirt over his head. His shook his stuck curls out of the collar as he crawled back down on top of me, Eddie reached down to pull up my leg around his waist as he grinded me into the mattress through our clothes. His loose belt banged against my clothed slit as he traced his fingertips across my jaw, trapping my lips beneath his, the scent of smoke and whiskey invaded my mind as his tongue swirled around mine. He wrapped his arm around my wrist as I reached up to pull on his hair, pinning it against the sheets beside us as his mouth trailed over my sternum.

I gasped and moaned his name as free hand traced along my stomach and across my inner thigh, moving agonizingly slowly until his fingers flicked across my pulsing clit. His dark eyes flashed up to meet mine from where he hesitated between my legs as a begging whimper tumbled through my lips.

He wasn’t gentle, or soft or even patiently teasing like he had been in the woods as he ripped my panties to the side and buried his face against my puffy lips. I arched and gripped at the sheets next to me to keep my body floating away, his head moved in time with my grinding as I moved against his face, moaning, and screaming his name with each warm and rough lick he flicked up and down my slit. Eddie devoured me like a starving man, like the second he walked out of the room I was going to disappear. His groan sent a violent vibration throughout my frame as my orgasm threatened and lapped at the edges.

I swore as Eddie pounded his long, skilled finger far inside of me, curling it up against a spot that made me squirm in the same pattern as his tongue rolled along my throbbing bud.

I felt him grin against my thigh as my walls fluttered around his finger. I had barely whispered his name before he shot up and pinned me beneath him, wrenching my legs apart as he shimmied his jeans down his legs a few inches and wrapped his hands around my hips to angle me towards him.

“Eddie please-“ My begging was cut off in a sigh of pleasure as he buried his dripping length inside of me, he collapsed against the crook of my neck as he thrusted against me, burying my deeper and deeper into the mattress as I begged for more. He grunted my name over and over into my soft skin and I twisted my fingers in his hair, brushing the strays out of his eyes as I turned my head to meet his stare. I flash of nerves and happiness shot through me as his eyes met mine and he slowed to a stop. Eddie leaned back up to hover over as he reached down to press a kiss to my forehead. I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear sprung to the corner of both them.

“Look at me.” His voice was sturdy and forceful as he wiped a fallen tear away.

“I can’t lose you.” I murmured, griding my hips back and forth until I could feel him rubbing against my sensitive spot inside of me, something I’d never seen before flashed in his eyes before Eddie groaned in defeat and pounded me harder before, burying his head against my chested as he ripped the dress down to take my nipples in his mouth. I turned to bury my head into the silk pillow as my high ripped through me, digging my nails into Eddie’s back and he swore and tensed up. He tore himself away from me with a rude gasp and the instant cold air swirled in the new space between us.

“Eddie?” I sat up to fix my dress as he ripped himself up from the bed, fiddling with the belt of his jeans as I slowly pulled the straps off my dress up my shoulders.

“You should stay away from me y/n.” His voice was cold and distant as it sent a horrible shiver through me.

“You promised.” A sob was barely hidden in my throat as he bent down to grab his shirt. “‘Never again’ remember?” I quoted him, anger rising in me as I wiped my smeared lipstick from the corner of my lips.

“Eddie… I thought this wasn’t going to happen anymore. I thought you were like that just so you could protect yourself but you – why are you acting like you’re mean to the bone Eddie?.” I flung up from the bed, trying to block the doorway as my dress rode up against my hips, I pulled it back in frustration as he avoided my eyes, looking over my head as he softly shoved me out of his way.

“Because I am, and always will be.” He snapped, his voice breaking.

“Go find someone who deserves you.” He glanced down quickly to where I stood beneath him, shaking as his words curled around my heart like poison.

“No. You are not doing this.” I shook my head as my yell built in my throat as I shoved myself back in his way.

“Y/n… we’re too different. Look at this fucking place, your friends wouldn’t look twice at me if they didn’t want drugs. I’m just trailer trash to them. Your destined to be with some rich jock and have three kids and live in a perfect house with a white picket fence. You’ll get bored eventually… and leave. I’d rather do it my fucking self than hang around and wait for you to get tired of me.” He swung his arms wide as I recoiled from him, he wasn’t making sense, I couldn’t see where this was coming from, my breathing slowed as I stared back at the mussed sheets where our warm, entangled bodies had been moving in perfection just mere moments ago.

My anger and hurt hit a boiling point.

“You think I’m going to leave? After everything you’ve done and said I stayed Eddie, have I not proved that? You’ve hurt me a lot of times Eddie, but I’m still here.” I yelled up at his jaw, reaching up to pull his face down so he could see what he was doing to me.

“That’s exactly right, I hurt you. You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” He pulled my hands away from him, tightening his fingers around my wrist as I fought to hold back tears. The lines of his face were hard and unrelenting as he closed his eyes to take a breath.

“You were right before, I was jealous. Because you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met and deserve everything in the fucking world. I can’t give that to you. I am only ever going to live up to the Munson name y/n.” His stare was full of generational pain as he let go of me and nudged me out of the way, taking a step forward to walk out of my life completely.

He froze with his hand wrapped around the door handle, the muscles in his back tensing through his shirt as my yell echoed around us.

“I’d take you over everything in this goddamn fuckin universe… I love you Munson.”

Part 5

GUYS - don't worry because I want to write a part 5 & I'm going to load you up with so much fluff and lovesickness and cuteness and Eddie being a softie that you're not going to be able to handle it. I just needed him to realise how strong his feelings are & that scared him back to being a dick :) stay tuned for the next one x

Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series :)

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prozd · 9 months

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my favorite things this year

Best Games I Played in 2023

1. Pokemon Scarlet

2. Luck Be a Landlord

3. Great Ace Attorney Chronicles

4. Meow Tower

5. Until Dawn

6. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Red Rescue Team

7. Fire Emblem

8. Yakuza 3

9. Dragon Quest V

10. Final Fantasy III

also good: Aggretsuko Match 3, Dragon Quest II

Best Shows I Watched in 2023

1. Bocchi the Rock

2. Physical 100

3. The Devil's Plan

4. The Last of Us

5. Love Live Superstar

also good: One Piece (live-action)

Best Movies I Watched in 2023

1. Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

2. Blackberry

3. John Wick: Chapter 4

4. RRR

5. Ride Your Wave

6. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem

7. The Shape of Water

8. Nimona

9. Promare

10. Heart and Yummie

also good: Conan O'Brien Can't Stop, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, The Lighthouse, Booksmart, Barbie, Miss Hokusai

Best Board Games I Played in 2023

1. Gloomhaven: Jaws of the Lion

2. Pandemic Legacy: Season 0

3. Welcome to the Moon

4. Two Rooms and a Boom

5. Kitchen Rush

6. My City

7. Pandemic Legacy: Season 2

8. Star Wars: The Deck-Building Game

9. Undaunted: North Africa

10. Dorfromantik: The Board Game

also good: Exit: The Game - The Gate Between Worlds, Anomia, Fabled Fruit, Monikers, Sky Team, Phantom Ink, Adrenaline, Honey Buzz, Godzilla: Tokyo Clash, Clever Cubed, Heat: Pedal to the Metal, Tales of the Arabian Nights, Poetry for Neanderthals, Legendary Encounters: The Matrix

#year in review

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 8 months

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Shadows Entwined: part 10

BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 / Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)

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A/N: I’ll say that part 10 is a milestone, and that after this, I’ll go to bed. See y'all tomorrow😂💙

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Warnings: I guess fighting is a warning and spelling.

The reader and the turtles are 19.

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Stocked up on anti ooze, all of you jumped into your respective vehicles, before heading towards Ace. You found yourself stuffed into the Turtle Van, alongside Raphael, Donatello, Batgirl, Robin and of course, Leonardo. You wouldn’t have complained if you had been able to find yourself in such a tight space with the blue eyes ninja turtle, but since he was driving the van, it made that pretty much impossible. Especially when your little brother had decided to take up the passenger seat, going so far as to blow raspberries your way, when you told him to put on a seat belt.

All in all, the Turtle van was… something. It was not what you had expected, but well, it was able to drive, though it shrieked at every turn of the wheels. Your brother clearly wasn’t impressed, sitting on the passenger seat with folded arms, judging Leonard’s driving with every movement.

“So you ride around in this thing, on purpose?”, Robin asked, once again looking around the van with a judgmental look. That was when you noticed Leo’s small smirk in the front mirror, before he pulled on a leaver beside him, causing the van to - what would be the best way to describe it? - Armour up. A slightly tinted glass was brought down before the front window, and from the back of the van, an engine emerged, fire spurring out of the exhaust pipes.

The new speed of the van surpassed Batman’s Batmobile for a time, causing you and Batgirl to grab onto the front seat, fighting to keep yourselves standing, all while Robin lightened up in shock and amazement.

“Okay, that’s cool!”, your brother exclaimed, holding on tight to his seat.

You looked up to the mirror once more, where you once again caught the eye of Leo, along his small smug grin that made your stomach tingle.

It didn’t take long before Ace Chemicals emerged at the end of the street. Its big black gates closed, and its towering walls looming over you, with torches of fire lining the walls and the roofs of the facility. In some ways it reminded you of Arkham Asylum, with the addition of fire and metal piping.

But your upcoming arrival at Ace Chemicals did not go unnoticed. Shredder and Ra’s al Ghul’s men saw all of you come down the street, once again with Batman in the lead. The men upon the wall was given the order, pulling the strings of their bows, sending explosive arrows raining down over you. The arrows blew up around the van and the Batmobile, both swerving in order to avoid them. Two sharp turns from Leo, sent you crashing to the back of the front seat, your hands instinctively latching on to Leo’s shoulders. Robin was about to comment on how this wasn’t the time to flirt with the driver, men then you all caught a glimpse of the rocket launcher at the top of the wall. You could almost hear Mikey scream from the Batmobile.

In a swift move, Leo pressed the pedal to the metal, heading up in front of the Batmobile, where he used the back of the van as a ramp, deflecting the rocket, sending it into a jump before it collided with the road further back.

The explosion shocked the van, and you could not help but stare in shock at Leo. “Did- did you just?”, you asked in amazement.

“I did!”, Leo smiled, continuing the van forward as more arrows came raining down around you.

As the van got closer and closer to the gate, many of the men at the top started to run off, not wishing to be coladural in the collision course the van was set on. Those at the top that did not get away in time,was sent flying as the van broke through the gates.

“What a nice place”, Donnie said, the sarcasm in his voice was heavy, as he took in the surrounding containers you drove past, all in a straight line for the main building, topped with the all capital letters of ACE.

As Batman once again took the lead, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed one of the cranes turning, a container swinging at the end of it. You knew before it dropped, pointing at it, just as it started falling from the sky.

“Look out!”

The Batmobile just managed to slip past it, before it blocked your way. Leo, with the van going at a very high speed, made a sharp turn to the right, avoiding the container with only the side of the van scratched, heading down another path. The turn was so sharp that Robin flew out of the passenger seat, causing you to call out for him, telling him this was why you wanted him to wear a seat belt in the first place. Who would have thought that even in certain danger, you would still find a way to tell Robin; “I told you!”

Down the other path, Leo was the one to notice the crane moving once more, knowing exactly what it meant now. Especially when he saw the new container it was swinging around.

“Donnie”, Leo called out in a stern voice, and for a moment you wondered how he could keep so calm. He had just deflected a rocket, he had almost crashed the van, and the windshield was gone, having been torn off when the van scratched the container.

“On it!”, Donnie called back, heading to the back of the van, followed by Raph and Batgirl that helped him into the strange contraption you had seen when you had entered the van.

Adorned with a baseball helmet and a joystick-like shift in hand, Donnie was raised through an opening in the roof of the van. Using the shift, he maneuvered himself so that he was facing the crane. With his tongue poking out and a small smirk, Donnie aimed for the crane, his finger pressing down on one of the buttons on the shift.

"Bossanova".

A manhole cover, painted to look like a pizza, was sent flying through the air, and into the glass of the command post of the crane. You could only imagine the confused expression on the crane operator’s face, before his post was gunned down by more manhole covers.

Just as you thought you could breathe a sigh of relief, for at least one second, an arrow shot straight through the side view mirror, causing you to jump at the piercing sound. That was when one of Leo’s hands let go of the wheel, resting on top of the one you still had placed on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squish.

“Raph! Batgirl!”, Leo called out to the people in the back of the van. “You’re up!” He didn’t even have to say it twice, before both Raph and Batgirl was ready, both on their motorcycles.

Donnie had turned his attention towards the pursuing motorcycles, shooting manhole covers at them. Yet the men dogged, heading straight up to the sides of the van. One even managed to climb onto the side of the van. But his time on the van was short lived, as Raph and Batgirl’s motorcycles shot out from the sides, sending the men flying off. In the last pieces of the side mirror, you could see both Batgirl and Raph punch and kick every motorcycle they came by, taking the men by surprise.

Leo did another sharp turn, bumping the other side of the van against the wall of containers. You stumbled and fell into the passenger seat, causing Leo to look away from the road ahead of him for a short moment.

“Where the hell did you get your driver's license?”, you asked, rubbing your temples.

Leo chuckled, almost in relief as his eyes found their way back on the road. “In New York of course”.

You were about to make a joke, mentioning how you would never travel to New York if that was how people were driving. But then you heard the creaking sound of containers, and saw the bright yellow eyes in the left side view mirror.

“We got mutants!”, Raph yelled from the motorcycle, confirming your suspicion.

Soon the road and the top of the containers were roaming with humans turned animal mutants, all growling and roaring in your direction. Donnie directed his fire at them, taking out both a hippo and a lion, before a wolf sprung on him, pushing him to the flat surface of the roof.

“Nice murder wolf, uhg…”, Donnie said, using his bow staff to keep him off.

“I got this”, Robin said, crawling to the top of your van through your sisterly protests.

Like a small lighting, Robin was on the roof in no time, kicking the now yelping dog off Donnie, before helping him to stand. They exchanged friendly smiles, before the roof was swarmed by more mutants. With bow staff in hand, Donnie was ready to defend Robin. But to his surprise, the boy wonder pulled out a smaller stick, and with one small button push, it extended to a full size yellow bow staff. With a battle cry, he jumped on them, soon finding him and Donatello jumping and kicking over one another, reading and aiding each other with ease.

As you watched everything from the side view mirror, you turned to Leonardo, his eyes focused on keeping the van in line with all the moving around on top of it.

“What do you want me to do?”, you asked the leader in blue, waiting for him to give you some kind of order.

“Nothing”, Leo answered, not taking his eyes off the road. “You stay in the van”.

“What?!”, you exclaimed in bewilderment. Both of your families was out there, fighting a battle against an army of mutants, and he did not want you to help? What the hell was that about?!

“You heard me”, he said, still not looking away from the road. “You can’t go out there”.

“But why?!” You could feel the frustration and confusion build up inside of you. You were ready to go!

“You just can’t, okay!”, he said, sounding like a scolding parent, his eyes shooting you a warning look.

“I can’t just sit around, Leo!”, you yelled. “At least give me a reason!”

Leo opened his mouth, ready to yell out an answer, when the van suddenly was pushed hard to the side by a mutant elephant. Leo turned the wheel, making the van turn shaply once more. You yelped when Donnie’s irritated face showed up, upside down by your window.

“Hey!”, Donnie yelled angrily, slamming his fists against the window. “We’re still out here!”

“I know! I know!”, Leo yelled back, stress building up inside of him.

“Leo”, you said, catching his attention once more. His pretty blue eyes almost looked like they did back in Arkham. He was scared. “Why can’t I go?”

“Because…”. Leo bit his lip as his eyes flickered between you and the road. “Because I won’t let you get hurt, okay! I care about you too much to let that happen! I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if you got hurt! Especially not after Arkham!”

You were somewhat shocked by Leonardo’s outburst. The extent of his emotions was like a surprise to you. It was obvious that he cared for you, everybody had noticed it, but you had never realized how much he cared for you.

Before you could comprehend and answer, Batgirl drove up on your side with the elephant mutant hot on her heels. Using her motorcycle, she lured him to a line of chemical tanks, sliding under them as he headbutted straight into them, slamming them together one by one. Batgirl was quick to get away on her motorcycle, before the mutant slammed the tanks against the wall, causing an explosion with Batgirl’s silhouette standing in front of it. You could only imagine how Donnie’s jaw dropped to the floor at the sight.

With everything quieting down on the roof, Donnie and Robin having thrown all the mutants of the van, and Raph and Batgirl flanking your sides, you headed straight for the main building. But then came the loud, earth shaking thuds.

A container got blown out of its alignment, separating you, Leo, Donnie and Robin from Raph and Batgirl. Leo brought the spinning van to a grinding halt, facing the dust cloud that hung in the air. The sudden jerk of the stop, caused you to be thrown off your seat and against Leo, you just managed to catch you, rubbing his head with his free hand.

“Didn’t you tell Robin something about a seat belt?”, he groaned. But you did not answer him. Instead you shut up, pointing through the dust cloud.

“Leo!”

Through the dust, you saw the eyes of a large mutant, wearing a Foot mask. But to your surprise, it wasn’t just any mutant, but a t-rex, its eyes directly on the van. It roared at you, breaking its mask, showcasing its many sharp teeth, before it stomped towards you.

“Aw, come on!”, Leo exclaimed, quickly putting the van in reverse, sending it squeaking down the road. Everything shook as it followed you, its roars hitting your ears. And that’s when you felt the light of a sudden bright idea.

“I’m going out there”, you said, getting up from the front seats.

“What?!”, Leo asked, his eyes wide, trying to grab for you, getting a grasp on your cape. “No!”

“Leo, let go!”, you said, pulling on your cape. “I have an idea!”

“Whatever it is, it’s going to get you killed!”

“No it won’t! Now, let go!”

“No!”

Then, out of nowhere, the sky to your right side illuminated in bright colors and fireworks, the Bat Signal being shown in flickering lights. Seemed like Mikey got to hit every button. But in the short moment Leo’s attention was caught by the sudden fireworks beyond the containers, you took this as the moment to jump out of his grasp and up onto the roof, with Leo calling out after you.

You found yourself up on the roof of the van, the wind blowing in your ears. You ignored the questioning looks by Donnie and Robin, before you started running towards the giant beast. By the use of your grappling hook, you jumped from the van and towards the mouth of the mutant dinosaur, throwing the anti ooze at its open jaws. The t-rex's eyes widened as it started turning human again, falling to the ground with a sound of discomfort.

As you fell towards the ground, you saw Raph’s motorcycle coming up to catch you. With one hand, he grabbed onto your arm and swung you onto the back of his motorcycle.

“That was pretty cool, (H/N)”, Raph yelled over the wind.

“I thought so too!”, you yelled back. “You think Leo saw it?”

“He better have”, Raph laughed, following his brothers in the van, as you all rushed towards the main building, relieved when you saw the Batmobile come in from the left hand side, continuing in the same direction as you.

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Baring Teeth {Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader} - Ch. 7

Picture for Banner: pitifulbaby

Chapters: Masterlist (Go here to see list of chapters.)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Slow burn, Modern!AU, Mechanic!Eddie

⚠️Warnings: Ab*se, Violence, Mental Health, Cursing, Smut (mild), treat it as a normal Enemies 2 Lovers book, but the A/B/O dynamic will appear at some point. Trauma, manipulation, dirty talk, omegaverse topics.

Crossposted on: Wattpad & AO3

A/N: I promise, we're entering the mature zone soon! Just gotta be patient with me ;) Remember, all reblogs are very much appreciated, as well as your comments!

Also! I am uploading a very short story about Stripper!Eddie and a very Shy reader ;) Here you go.

Anyways, Enjoy!

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Chapter 7

“Please, please, give me a break, I can’t do this again, please!” You yelled while laying on the hospital’s bed, your upper body propped up with each foot hooked into some metal pedals in each corner of the bed to keep your legs spread.

The doctor pulled away, looking up from in between your legs with pity eyes and shook her head.

“We can’t stop the process sweetheart, a pause can cause an alteration and we’re already more than halfway there! I promise!” You were processing what she was saying, with tears streaming down your cheeks, your bottom lip busted open from biting onto it way too hard to control your cries. The pain was unbearable, feeling like you were being split open, your insides being ripped apart.

But you wanted this. You both wanted this. Something is wrong with you, it has to be. There’s no other explanation for it, no matter if the doctors ran a bunch of tests on you and said everything should really be fine, you didn’t believe that. Something was not working, but you really wanted this.

So you nodded for your doctor to proceed, and the pain worsened from there.

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“Buckley!” You busted the bar doors open in a slam, red faced, completely pissed off, already strutting towards the all too well booth and there she was. Hiding behind Steve at the corner of the seat, and your glare was digging a bullet through her skull. Robin gulped and looked over Steve’s shoulder.

“H-Hi! I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“Sorry?! You left me to do Hargrove’s presentation all by myself! And now I find you drinking again after telling me you felt sick in your stomach today! What’s the fucking deal Robin!?” You were pissed, so much, you didn’t notice the man sitting across Robin while he took a sip of his beer.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry– I just didn't feel like going into work today either, and now I feel better!” She tried to excuse herself but you shook your head at her, sitting inside the booth, right next to the man that was looking at you as if you were crazy because you still hadn’t noticed him, and now you were sitting next to him.

Your eyes were filled with rage, and also another feeling you didn’t want to feel with Robin. You were feeling used. As if she had taken advantage of you for this project, but you didn’t even have to punish her for it, because–

“Beer for She-Hulk.” You heard Jonathan talk, and he knew you too well, placing the cold beer right in front of your face. Whenever you were angry, you ordered beer instead of a sweet drink. You grabbed onto the bottle and took a large sip of it, Steve’s eyes frowning in worry as he looked back and forth to you and the man next to you.

“Um–” Robin began and you slammed your bottle on the table, giving a huge sigh. You looked down at the condensation of the bottle, and you knew you would have to deliver the news to Robin. So without looking up, you kept staring at the label of the beer.

“Mrs. Liana took you off our project.” And silence fell on the table. Robin was looking at you, completely perplexed as you kept looking down at the bottle. She knew she didn’t help you much with the project, but it still stung in her heart that she was ripped away from it.

“You didn’t stop her?” She asked you and you looked up at her with a frown on your eyebrows.

“What did you want me to say? All the beta presentations of the project were done by me because you didn’t know what to say Robs. No matter if I did a speech for you or not! And then, the final presentation and you didn’t show either!” You did try to help Robin be more into the project, knowing it was a big opportunity for the both of you, but she was busy with Vickie visiting, or going out with Steve, or ‘feeling sick’.

Robin was looking now at her own bottle of beer, feeling completely dejected. She knew she had it coming, her own negligence kicking her right back in the ass. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, giving you a nod.

“It’s fine. I deserve it. But it means more work for you then.” You wanted to yell at her, telling her that she didn’t really help, so it would really just remain the same for you. You took a deep breath in, calmed down, and gave Robin a nod.

“Yes. But it’s fine, I can handle it.” You shrugged and took another sip, a little bit calmer now. You were stressed because of this, because it meant all the meetings and getting together with clients will be thrown your way, but this was nothing. You liked the distraction.

“Hey, I’m sorry… I had my head stuck in useless stuff.” You shook your head at her and smiled sadly.

“Hey, at least you got a life. I only have my work, and a list of useless people that don’t know how to satisfy someone else’s needs.” You say, taking out a pack of flavored marlboro from your suit’s pocket. You were in the smoking section of the bar, and each booth had vents over their heads to keep the smoke out. You lit it up to take a large swig out of the stick, letting the smoke fill your lungs to then exhale out, feeling your muscles relax.

“Um…” You heard Steve call you out and you looked at him with a confused look on your face, but he wasn’t looking at you. You followed his gaze towards the person that was sitting next to you, and had been staring at you since you sat down.

Brown irises locked with your own eyes, and you felt a cold sweat invade you, but no anger came to your chest. You were far too stressed for this bullshit, so you sighed heavily and rested against the back of the booth, looking back towards the bottle.

“Great.” You say, taking a sip of your drink while holding the smoke on your other hand.

“I don’t know how you didn’t notice me.” Eddie asks you while taking another sip of his drink, his stomach was in a knot while sitting next to you, and he could sense your distress ever since you entered the bar.

“You aren’t the center of the world Munson, or my world for that matter. Sorry to disappoint you.” You say bitterly and Eddie bit the inside of his bottom lip to contain the snarky remarks he wanted to say to you, but Steve shot him one glare with a shake of his head. Eddie let out a shaky, angry, breath and clenched his jaw tightly.

“About the other night–”

“Please don’t.” You immediately spat out through your teeth. You didn’t have the energy to deal with his half ass apology, and you weren’t in the mood of apologizing either. Eddie’s eyes perked up at your response and looked at you, his mood souring each minute it passed.

“I’m trying to be civil here, Peach.” He calls you out and you roll your eyes towards the ceiling, taking another swig of your cigarette, looking at him to blow the smoke into his face. He closed his eyes but didn’t flinch, his body heating up with anger as he opened them up to look at you again.

“Forget about it. You trying to be civil Munson is like a penguin learning to fucking fly.” And you heard Steve sigh heavily, rubbing his eyes with his hand while Robin stared at the interaction. Eddie scoffed, slamming the bottle on the table to look at you.

“What is your fucking problem? I am trying to apologize, and you can’t help but be an insufferable cunt.”

“Look in the mirror Munson.” You took a large swig of the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray. “Like I said, forget it. I don’t want half assed apologies you don’t really want to make, and we don’t have to act like we tolerate each other. Yeah?” You say, blowing the smoke out of your lips as you talked. The panging on your chest was due to realizing you were sitting next to your mortal enemy, but it increased knowing he wanted to lie to you.

An apology? From him? Yeah, right.

“What the hell are you even smoking?” He asked, grabbing the pack in front of you to inspect it. “Does this really say Melon flavored? Jesus christ.” He dropped the pack back in front of you to take a sip of his own beer. You were about to retort to him, tell him he can shove his original flavored camels right up his ass, but your phone started to ring.

You pulled it out, the tune of Harry Potter filling the air as you looked at the caller ID. You didn’t recognize the number, so it might be from your work. You sighed. You didn’t expect to have these kinds of calls right after your final presentation. You believed this would happen after meeting with a few clients, giving them your contact for future conversations. You slid the green button and put the phone in your ear.

“Hello?” You greet, taking a sip of your beer.

“Hi there Mousy.”

You spat it all over Steve and the table before you. Coughing wildly as you patted your chest to regain your breathing. Steve had stood up with a yell, trying to wipe his face and clothes as Robin let out a wild laugh, pointing at the stains on his shirt. Eddie was just bewildered at the interaction, but couldn’t help but hold in strangled chuckles in his throat.

“Shit!” You yell, grabbing onto a napkin to wipe away your mouth and hand Steve some more as he glared at you.

“Damn, did I call at a bad time?” You heard him chuckle on the other side, and you felt nerves and warmth invade your whole body. He sounded way too good on the phone, Jesus christ.

“I– wait–” You stood up, motioning for Robin to keep an eye on your stuff and she nodded at you while holding her giggles in, trying to fix Steve’s hair. The brown haired guy was still glaring at you as you made motion with your hand as a sorry. You stepped away from the booth, walking outside of the bar to talk a little bit more privately. “Sorry, I’m at a bar with friends and could barely hear you.”

“Ah, so I did call at a bad time.” He says, and you could even hear the smile on his face as he did, because he wasn’t going to hang up. You bit your bottom lip, holding back a smile as you scratched your cheek nervously.

“How did you get my number?” You ask him and you hear some clinking on the other side, and then a gulp. You licked your lips at the sound and you cursed at the sky for how needy you were being that the sound of ‘gulping’ was making you horny.

“Well, my agent told me you are my editor in chief for that article, so of course I asked for your number so we could stay in touch, you know… just in case.” He was smirking against the phone and you know it. “I never call other people that aren’t acquaintances on my personal phone… But I can make an exception for you, Mousy.”

Oh, he was smooth. He was telling you he was calling you from his personal phone instead of the work related one. Meaning that the only person with access to this phone, was him only, and not his agent. You gripped onto the phone tightly against your ear and you let out a small giggle.

“Is that supposed to impress me Mr. Hargrove? Remember, we work together now.” You explain to him and you hear him laugh on the other side.

“Alright, humor me then, Mousy. When’s the next meeting happening?” You scrunched up your nose in thought and counted the days in your head.

“I believe is next wednesday Mr. Hargrove. Curtis Delore was very interested in your Balenciaga design.” You explain to him and you hear him whistle on the other side.

“Delore, huh. But Wednesday? Don’t you think it’s a little far away?” Oh, things are turning interesting now. You licked the inside of your right cheek, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies at the attention this man was giving you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I thought I could meet with you tomorrow. Discuss my work, and what we should say to the clients, just so all of our stories match.” Your breath was knocked out of your lungs. He was asking you out, this model was asking you out, on a saturday.

“Oh, we can definitely do that.”

“Great–”

“On monday, at my office.” You reply to him, and on the other side of the phone, Billy Hargrove was stunned. He was rejected. Holy fuck, he was rejected. He should be angry, hang up, because no one belittled him like that. No one.

Yet, you… for whatever reason it is, he couldn’t help it. He was adoring this game of cat and mouse, which he never did, much less for someone like yourself. It’s not that you weren’t beautiful, but he always went for people of his same radius. Meaning actresses, models, singers. Famous people.

None of the relationships Billy had lasted more than two months. The relationships were empty, filled with sex and empty conversations, fake interviews, fake scenarios his agent made him make up and talk about them in a talk show. He never had to flirt more than one night, much less go through the hustle of almost begging for someone’s number. But you were like a drug to him right now, and he wanted more, desired more.

“Ah, so the game is still on, very well.” Your heart was on your throat, and you were about to say goodbye to him but suddenly his voice deepened in your ear and you almost dropped your device to the floor. “Mousy, one of these days you are going to come to me, on your own accord… And I’ll show you just how good I can make you feel.”

Your breathing became heavy as you clenched your legs together. Heat was rushing from your core, going all over your body at his words. You wanted to take it all back, tell him you’ll meet tomorrow, because the tension was too strong right now, and you could barely handle it. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy yourself tonight, or the day after now. There was no way.

“I–”

“Goodbye Mousy. See you on monday.” And like that, you heard the line click. Your mouth was open, staring at nothing, slowly blinking as you felt the air leaving your mouth but not feeling it really filling up your lungs. After two seconds of processing what happened, you smiled and squealed loudly, doing a little jump in your place as you tightened the phone to your chest.

You were sure he would believe you were rejecting him there, and to be honest, you were unsure if that would have been the right decision to do when he was kind of your employer in this article. But it’s temporary, literally month temporary, so you two wouldn’t be working together for long. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, walking back into the bar and sitting in the booth again, not caring any longer of who was sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry Steve.” You said with a wince as you saw how badly he was glaring at you, your smile dropping immediately at his state. His hair was pushed back, with the wet stains all over his polo shirt.

“Who called for you to react like that?” Steve asked with a sneer as Robin kept wiping his hair away with a tissue, grimacing at the smell of beer in his hair.

“Oh, that was–” And you froze. This wasn’t a hook up from the dating app, nor a stranger you see on the street. He might not even want this to be public, this teasing of yours, or this friendship, or whatever it is. Not even to your own friends. You felt your chest press on you and gulped, giving him a soft smile. “My mom.”

“So you jump like a high school girl when your mom calls you? You must love her very much.” Eddie said next to you, with venom in his tone now. You winced under your breath but kept the smile on your face as you turned to look at him.

“That I do.” You saw his jaw clench and unclench and he was fighting with everything in him to not call you out. But he had to calm down, breathing deeply and giving you a nod, turning to look at Robin. He knows that it wasn’t your fault that she was pushed aside from that project, and he knew you were feeling bad about it. He noticed it when your bottom lip quivered when you said she wasn’t going to participate in it anymore.

But now, you were lying again. So he took a big sip out of his beer, taking it all in one go. He raised his hand up to Jonathan to ask for another one, and when he came to the table, everyone ordered another set of beers, except for you.

“A Strawberry Daiquiri.” You said to Jonathan and he raised his eyebrows up at you with a confused look on his face.

“Not angry anymore? Sitting next to Munson? Really?” Robin was squinting while staring at you, wondering what was going on, but she knew you would tell her sooner or later. Right? You were looking at your phone, saving the newest contact on your list.

‘B. H.’

“Yeah, I’m in a better mood now.”

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Drive will be released Steelbook 4K Ultra HD (with Blu-ray and Digital) on August 27 via Sony. The 2011 neo-noir action drama is based on James Sallis's 2005 novel of the same name.

Nicolas Winding Refn (Bronson, The Neon Demon) directs from a script by Hossein Amini (Snow White and the Huntsman). Ryan Gosling stars with Carey Mulligan, Bryan Cranston, Christina Hendricks, Ron Perlman, Oscar Isaac, and Albert Brooks.

Drive is presented in 4K with Dolby Vision, approved by Refn. Special features are listed below, where you can also see the full Steelbook layout.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Back in the Driver's Sea – Interviews with actors Christina Hendricks and Ron Perlman, writer Hossein Amini, editor Mat Newman, and composer Cliff Martinez

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Interview with director Nicolas Winding Refn Documentary

I Drive: The Driver featurette

Driver and Irene: The Relationship featurette

Under the Hood: Story featurette

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When the lightning-fast wheelman (Ryan Gosling) incurs the wrath of L.A.'s most dangerous criminal (Albert Brooks), the only way out of the mess is to put the pedal to the metal.

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an interview with razorz of EPILEPTICS — a talk about music, molly and life

today, we had the honor to interview razorz, the frontperson of EPILEPTICS, once a witch-house & electronic band, now a reggaeton, post-hardcore & rave one-person project. EPILEPTICS has been in the industry since 2013. the band quickly gained popularity because of the self-titled LP released through the YOUTH 1984 label. the LP has been adored by fans of the witch-house & electronic genre. songs like Esoteric, Heroin Chic and Carpathian hit the charts, making EPILEPTICS a legend and a huge influence in the international Witch House scene, along with their chaotic live shows and then-elusive personas, setting the blueprint of aesthetic and sound for many bands and artists to come.

[this interview includes explicit content & mentions of self harm. some viewers might find this content triggering. proceed with caution.]

thorns of the future: first question: how did you find out that you wanted to be a music producer?

razorz: Out of necessity, I was 15-16 playing in black metal, crust and grindcore bands, I always realized that I was the only one writing songs and throwing ideas. When me and Amanda Failure started EPILEPTICS, we had no idea how to do electronic music, I read somewhere about this software "Reason 4". I cracked a copy and started messing with it, I was amazed that you could do music, an entire song on a laptop, a 2008 HP mini to be precise, we came from the world of guitars, amps, pedals and drums, we couldn't believe it. Now I do records and remixes for other people and I can tell you 100% that I'm not sure of what I am doing, I can't let other people do my songs cause I am very specific with everything, only a couple of occassions this has happened, MYKKA from Argentina, a superstar prod. she produced for Bad Bunny, Duki, Bhavi, Ysy A, and a bunch of other important people and she made some of the heaviest, nastiest dubstep ever before that, she has legit Gold Records and is one of the top producers from Latin America, so she made the beat for Suicide Season because I bugged her for a year and she thought that EPLPTCS was kinda cool and weird and SVGAWA (Ukrainian Witch House rockstar) a brother to me is the only person on earth that reads my mind and knows what I want, they are the 2 only people who have made beats for me, I became a producer but that was never the goal, when we started I did not even know what a producer was.

thorns of the future: tell us about the craziest person you've ever seen in the crowd during your live show.

razorz: On a festival in Moscow 2018 there was this girl and a dude that tried god-knows whatever designer drug and they were on the floor, could not move their legs or talk but they were moving their torsos to the music, they were in the back and I was impressed how unphased everybody was, like "hey, I think these guys are dying" and nobody gave a shit, here in Mexico in like 2017 some girls and dudes showed up with mutilated arms to the front row and I used to cut myself on some shows if I had a vibe going on, at Station Hall in Moscow I stagedived at the end with wounds open in the arms and some girl I believe licked them at the stagedive, that was crazy, after me, King Plague was gonna DJ and she refused to until the stage was cleaned up, I left it full of blood, that's the dumb stuff I was doing at the time, when I saw that followers of the band were destroying themselves from us openly encouraging the use of drugs and self mutilation, I stopped with that, a couple of people I really cared about actually died from that, there was this infectious "bug" on tours that was not healthy for anybody, we were dangerous to ourselves and the people around us, but that's the past.

thorns of the future: what were your thoughts during your first ever live show?

razorz: As EPILEPTICS? I was very nervous because Failure got in trouble and couldn't make it to the show but I didn't know, I played at like 3am at this indie little festival in a hall in here, a girl complained it was too noisy and it was hurting her ears, there is video of that show, gonna upload it to YouTube and about Failure, days later she answered the phone and turns out she was caught drunk driving that evening so her parents were getting her out of detention that night, I barely remember it, I was coked out of my mind and drinking anisette on that one, but I had played a bunch of metal/punk shows before EPLPTCS which are the worst, after coming from those scenes you are 120% bulletproof to anything, nothing is worse than those shows, you work and play your ass off for nothing in the tiniest places in the worst conditions with the worst crowds.

thorns of the future: what made you switch from electronic music to your current genre?

razorz: We never intended to be a Witch House band, we just wanted to blend what Salem and Glass Teeth were doing with UK rave music and jungle, we were "adopted" and thrown in the bunch by the people and we are grateful for that, I see the impact now that us and the Russian bands and prods had on the current musical landscape, we were a bunch of angsty teenagers that just wanted to unleash. Anyway I lived the Witch House thing to the fullest, I played all the fests, met everybody, got signed twice and made money, I was in Russia when Witch House was mainstream music there, you would walk into a Bershka store and they were playing Crossparty, it was not underground at all, in Spain it was a big deal as well, before Sidewalks toured the circuit, before Crim3s, I did, I saw it and we all knew it was gonna end eventually, everybody was living the lifestyle, everybody was running out of ideas and americans put the final nail in the coffin of Witch House with their stupid songs about ghosts, terror and daft shit like that, around 2019 the scene was dead worldwide and you can ask anybody who was there, Dann K left the band and it was only me now, I always hated rap music but we were played on Mexican radio a legendary station in here called Reactor 105, they believed in us and played our songs, one day I was listening and Bring the Noize by M.I.A. came up, I was floored, I could not believe the sound of that, so I started listening more, started to consume UK grime, weird ethnic stuff like kuduro (it's a music genre) and soundsystems, reggaeton was huge in here always and at that time there were this really dense/heavy loud af tracks coming from South America along with the trap scene from Argentina and I was into that as well, I needed a rebranding of everything and now I was gonna front so I did "lost u" which is a monster witch pop song as a goodbye for the "Version 1" of the band, plus me being razorz and EPILEPTICS being pretty much my life for 5 years at that point, I was not 18 anymore and you have to think like "I guess this is what I am gonna do, so I need to be more commercial" and at that time I was partying a lot and liking commercial af music and seemed reachable so I went for the full selling out if you will and I don't regret it at all, underground is not fun.

thorns of the future: how old were you when you first started making music?

razorz: I always played music, my mum is a huge music fan, she was an 80's goth and she also liked metal so I got my 1st drumkit when I was 3, then a guitar at 6, she was very supportive, my dad didn't really care, I never learned theory, so I would play CDs and learn from there, my first song I'd say I was 12 (?) it was some sort of a Carcass death metal song. So it went from there, there is this ultra depressive neoclassical autumn vibes piano/acoustic guitar project called 'Bläire' (which was my pseudonym in black metal bands I played in) I recorded it alone in my bedroom when I was like 15, it was supposed to come out on cassette on a Finnish black metal label but it closed 2 weeks before the release and that broke me so I put a couple of those tracks as hidden tracks on the 1st and 2nd EPILEPTICS records (Autumnal Black Metal Tape and Santander respectively) I will eventually put that whole EP myself on Spotify.

thorns of the future: who's your biggest inspiration?

razorz: Way too many people to mention, but Liam Howlett (The Prodigy), Skrillex (who I was a fan of since From First to Last) and Ethan Kath (him exclusively, fuck that other person in that band) made it seem realistic cause they were punky guys like me. Nowadays I get inspired by anything, many people wouldn't believe all the shit I listen to, all over the place.

thorns of the future: what's your favourite song that you produced?

razorz: I am very proud of Nadia Comaneci, that song took me 2 years to write when I was homeless (by choice) and on meth, it encapsulates the hate, actually becoming insane and paranoia like no other song, it has this totally incoherent lyrics that range from violence and death to school shootings, me being Hannah Montana, killing police officers, killing rock music, La Santa Muerte, asexuality as a way of living, suicide, life in the 3rd world, anti materialism, etc. 2 minutes, all of that in 2 fucking minutes, the music video is just a masterpiece too, that the director (Conejo Roto) envisioned, very disturbing and grotesque but not in the obvious way, I love it and its like 4 different music genres squeezed in 2 minutes, again: awesome, it's like a manifesto.

thorns of the future: tell us how you start the process of making music.

razorz: Listening to music, and just observing life, I can be listening to Britney and Kylie Minogue and steal a vocal melody from them, then maybe a drum pattern from Diplo and then a guitar lead part from old Bloc Party, The Kills or The Libertines and a synth from 100gecs and then a flow and snare from a Favela Funk song, or a figure from a riff from Darkthrone, my way of writing music is straight up stealing parts of songs from totally opposite genres and mashing them together, it is rare that a song comes to my head but sometimes that happens.

thorns of the future: how did you come up with the name for your band?

razorz: I have a cousin that was diagnosed with epilepsy that I didnt see often back when we started the band, he had a seizure and I was alone with him at our grandma's house, he had this fucked up convulsion and I was alone with him, his eyes went blank and his mouth was tweaking bad, I told Failure about it and she had a crush on Ian from Joy Division (lame) who was an epileptic too, so she named the band, I thought it was a stupid name and I still hate it, we released 'Esoteric' like weeks later and we kicked the Witch House/rave scene along with the russians and it became this minor hit in a matter of days so we couldn't change it, I still hate the name and think it is silly as fuck, almost 10 years still bothers me.

thorns of the future: what would you like to say to your fans?

razorz: I hate the word fans, I like calling them friends, I'd like to tell them to not have kids, that's the best advice I can give and to never listen to anybody, live your fucking lives however you want.

thorns of the future: what's your favourite drug and why?

razorz: I'm gonna go with molly, I had some of the best times of my life on that one and I did lots of music discovery with my then best friend Axl, we would do tons of molly, not eat for a week and just listen to music nonstop, Dann K. (vocalist/synths on The Sun Hurts My Eyes) got me into shooting coke right in the fucking neck for a bit but it was too awesome so I stopped and went to regular snorting I guess, I have a permanent damage on my palate from doing so much coke for years.

thorns of the future: is there a religion you hate most?

razorz: Oh man... haha anything that involves bombing, cowardly unaliving kids in other countries and treating women like garbage, not gonna name it but I think everybody with a braincell will know what I'm talking about.

thorns of the future: your most unliked subculture is…

razorz: Punks, fucking losers, lame mediocre, miserable people who like to pretend they live in 1985, metalheads too, are pretty stupid and childish and anybody who is playing glam music or trying to be Guns N' Roses in 2024 is amusing to me, oh djent is pretty fucking lame too.

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thorns of the future: tell us your least liked artist - is it because of their music or their personality?

razorz: Gonna name a few in no particular order: XXXTentacion, Lil Peep, Arca bothers the shit out of me, mediocre techno, this Sarah Landry bitch who plays "hard techno" which is just a kick loop going on for 3 hrs what's that shit about? Nobody likes it but fucking dunces pretend to like it cause it's "cool", Nina Kraviz, dumb fuck thinking she is modeling while DJing, this stupid pop punk revival bands talking about pizza and smelling their mothers ass they are even doing that here in Mexico, it is insulting, bunch of fucking sons of rich privileged idiots, My Chemical Romance, Tool, 98% of American Witch House talking about ghosts and Halloween and shit lmao, post-2013 Grimes (hung out with her in 2016 and she was annoying as fuck) K pop boybands and girlbands, lame electronic like Porter Robinson, that BLAND stupid disco shit that Daft Punk did, white people acting black, Machine Gun Kelly, DJs who have girls twerking at their sets piss me off beyond belief, Drake is one of the softest and most pathetic individuals to ever put music out, etc man, my hate is unlimited and I have chilled out a lot. Honorable mention to this dumb fuck Anyma, he was Grimes' boyfriend or something, that instead of playing MUSIC he just puts this dumbass lame visuals on his shows, J Balvin and Maluma along with all that soft reggaeton pop bullshit is pretty embarrasing as well, they think us mexicans LOVE that garbage and we don't.

thorns of the future: what's the riskiest thing you've ever done?

razorz: For my own security I can't talk much about it but I am amazed that I was not killed, that I never had a fatal overdose and that I am not in prison talking to you today, whatever you think I've done multiply that by 10 and you will be kind of close, I lived the street life to the max when I was a meth addict and I don't like all this people around the world rapping or singing about it like it's cool cause it's not, the fear of police, paranoia, the nothing, hearing voices and seeing things that are not there, the cold, the "I don't know if I'm gonna come back alive from this one" or going to a free clinic to check if you have AIDS are things I do not miss at all.

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