#and i had spikes on my jacket and had a dead kennedys shirt :)

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Eyeliner (Cyrus)

A/N:  I juggled a few different ideas, but I couldn’t resist the idea of Cyrus shopping for eyeliner, also relatively sure one of the band shirts they had him in this season was the Dead Kennedys which is where that tidbit comes from, but it’s hard to tell past the jacket soooo.

As always send me more requests Cyrus (I can write about him till I die) or anyone else on my list!!

Request: I’m so happy you write for Cyrus I love him please could I request 26. “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!” Where he’s shopping with you because he secretly likes you or something like that

Prompt: 26. “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!”

Warnings: Sarcastic Cyrus and reader?? Cursing.

Word count: 1.5k (honestly If I didn’t cut myself off it would have been longer)

  It was a weird day. 

It started with Mack dragging me to the mall with Cyrus and his merry band of misfits. She hadn’t stopped talking about the dance and finding a dress to wear because she had nothing that spoke “loudly” enough to her. By the time I had dragged myself to the mall I had already spilt my coffee on my shirt, lost my hair tie and dropped my favorite lipstick down a sidewalk grate.

It was not my day and it was only noon.

“Hey, you made it!”

“Barely. I thought I was gonna end up in a heap of tears before I left, but I’m here so.”

Mack stopped me and looked me in the eye, her bright hair falling into her face without a headband to hold it back. “Are you alright?”

“Just me being my clutzy self y’know the usual.”

“It’s just after Tyler I-“

“Hey, he’s at that camp thing and he’ll be fine. He’ll be back to the Tyler we knew and tolerated soon enough.” I said chuckling.

“I miss him.”

“Me too Mack, but he needed this. How’s Cyrus holding up with it all? Did your dad ground him till he’s thirty?”

At that very moment Cyrus and Eric came running in from the food court laughing and practically tripping over themselves as they ran up to us. So oblivious that Cyrus ran into me almost knocking me over.

“Dude. Careful this is my last clean shirt and if that slushy comes anywhere near it I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.”

As Mack looked down at my shirt she began to chuckle and I realized quickly why.

“Please tell me Cyrus and I did not show up in the same shirt?”

“Dead Kennedys.” He said. “Rad.”

“This might be the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.” Mack said practically doubling over in laughter.

“You two look like a matching couple.” Eric said.

“Hey Eric?”

“Yeah.”

“Shut up.” I said. “If we split up and I help Mack find this elusive dress no one will be the wiser. Boom solved.”

“Well what are supposed to do?” Cyrus said.

“I don’t know go to Hollister and freak out the customers. Just don’t get kicked out again. Mack and I don’t need to pick you guys up from mall jail again.”

“That was one time!”

I rolled my eyes and began to drag Mack in the direction of the store we she needed to go into and away from the boys.

“You could always go to Hot Topic and apply for a job. Get out of our hair for good.” I yelled.

“You love me!” Cyrus said from halfway down the large hall of stores.

“Doubtful!”

I smirked to myself as Mack and I linked arms and chatted about the dance. She was glowing with excitement and intrigue and I couldn’t care less about the whole thing. Dances weren’t really my thing and the only person I would want to ask me didn’t really seem all that into them either. I had agreed to go at Eric and Mack’s third wheel, but knew I’d be left to my own devices halfway through the night. I would spend my time avoiding the punch Bryce Walker would evidently spike and praying that the night would end in some sort of fight or drug bust so I could go home early.

“Are you sure you’re ok with going to the dance alone? I mean there’s at least ten billion guys that would want to go with you.”

We had made it to the store and I was suddenly swallowed in bright pinks and blue’s. dresses that took my entire body weight to push through and around. Mack had thrown a few dresses into my hands and pushed us into two adjoining pink walled fitting rooms.

“I’m going because you want me there. Besides I figure I need one cliché high school experience to tell my dad about so she stops worrying I’m being anti-social when I visit him this summer.”

“A date would really help the cliché don’t you think?”

“I guess it would. Anyone I’d be interested in wouldn’t be interested in the dance Mack it’s a lost cause.”

“I mean you could always just ask Cyrus instead of sulking about his obliviousness.”

‘Who said I was talking about Cyrus?” I said suddenly sweating and fidgeting in a red and black plaid number.

“I did... just now. You’re constantly messing with each other to get the other one to laugh. Not to mention the stares and the smirking, dear god the smirking you two do. It’s gross honestly. I mean in a really cute sickening way.”

I sighed as I pulled my top back on and unlocked the fitting room door. “I’m getting the black and red one I gotta go pick up another lipstick then I’ll meet you back here.”

“You’re avoiding the proooblemmmm.” Mack sang as I walked to the register.

“My therapist tells me it’s what I’m best at.” I yelled back over.

The Sephora in this mall was stuck inside of a JCPenny’s hidden away from the rest of the place. After ten minutes of circling the first floor I found it and continued to curse the day I was having thus far. I did like Cyrus, as much as I wasn’t willing to admit it to Mack I could at least admit it to myself. I liked that he was always himself no matter who told him he was an asshole or a loser. I liked that he always had a joke for everything, but at the end of the day he cared about a select few people and would do anything for them.   I knew it had killed him to tell Tyler to go away that night at the show. I saw it in his face. I also knew he cared so much about both he felt torn apart, but he would stand up for Mack always. I knew he wrote Tyler while he was away sending him a keychain with the word Asshole adorned on it that we all helped make. He was kind and funny and I liked him.

At this point I wasn’t even paying attention to the lipsticks. I was picking them up and putting them back down without a thought. I was distracted. Almost too distracted to notice a guy with overly spiked hair and a Dead Kennedys t-shirt over by the eyeliner. Almost.

“Cy? What are you doing in a Sephora?”

“Shit.” He said as he dropped the eyeliners in his hand as they clattered to the floor.

“Oh my god you do wear eyeliner!”

He looked at me and sighed “I borrow Mack’s a lot and she’s been on my ass about so I thought I’d try and find one of my own, but they all look the god damn same to me.”

I couldn’t help laughing. He grabbed a few more from the display and held them up for emphasis “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!”

“Actually, there is a difference look.” I instinctively grabbed his hand in mine and uncapped the tester colors and began drawing each color in a line on his hand. When I was done I held his hand to the light and moved it around.

“See, the lavender is lighter than the plum and the violet is redder than the purple.”

As I went to put his hand down he faltered and held mine for a moment longer than he needed too before we both let go. It was only a moment, but it had created an awkward silence between us that could be cut with a knife.

“So, where’s Eric?”

“Trying to find pants for the dance at HotTopic. I left after he started pulling out the skinny jeans”

“He could wear shorts and Mack would be happy.”

“Shorts and an ironic band t-shirt. That’s my plan.”

I turned to him still rummaging through the eyeliners. “Wait you’re going to the dance?” My heart suddenly began to sink.

“Yeah Mack is forcing me to go, but she’s not forcing me into a monkey suit.”

I could hear Mack’s diabolical laughter from here. That girl was good. Scary good. I laughed.

“Oddly enough she’s forcing me too. Weird, right?” I said glancing out of the side of my eyes for his reaction.

“Fuck it look would you want to go to the stupid thing with me? I know it’s dumb and I’m sure we’ll get bored at some point, but I think it would be a lot less boring if I went with you.”

Before I could process exactly what I was doing I grabbed the pins on both sides of his denim jacket collar and pulled his lips to mine. Right there in the middle of the store eyeliner still in his hand. He dropped it to cup my face as I felt myself melt right then and there.

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Why Spike ruined “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”

(I know it's a pretty old article but I didn't know it yet and I have to say I agree in many points. If you are a Spike fan and can not stand criticism then please do not read.)

Like Fonzie before him, this too-cool thug in a leather jacket has diverted a good show from its original mission: To celebrate the uncool outcasts of the world.

Jaime J. Weinman

May 13, 2003 7:00pm (UTC)

A once-good show becomes a bad one through the unexpected popularity of a posturing, vaguely thuggish minor character in a black leather jacket. In television, as in life, events tend to repeat themselves. First there was "Happy Days," where a charming show about growing up in the '50s was revamped to focus on the Fonz. And now there's "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," which has been all but destroyed by the Fonzie of our time: Spike. 

As "Buffy" comes to an end, its fans are debating where to place the blame for the mediocrity of this season. Was it the introduction of a team of Slayers in Training, all of them so annoying that fans were happy to see some of them get killed? Was it the overemphasis on irrelevant new characters like Kennedy and Principal Wood? Was it the decision to build the season around a villain (the First Evil) who can't touch anything or do anything at all except talk and talk and talk? Well, that's part of it.

But the problems with this season can be traced to a moment at the very end of the last good episode, "Conversations With Dead People." That's the moment when Buffy found out that Spike, blond vampire, attempted rapist, and current possessor of a soul, had somehow been killing people despite his souled status. From that point on, the show has no longer been about Buffy and her friends, or Buffy and her mission, or anything that used to be interesting on this show. It's been about Buffy and Spike. And that's about all.

Look at the record. The next two episodes after "Conversations With Dead People" involved Buffy trying to find out why Spike was killing again, following which she spent two more episodes focusing her attention on freeing Spike from a dungeon. Since then, we've discovered that a new character (Principal Wood) has a vendetta against Spike, seen an entire episode devoted to filling out Spike's back story, and sat through various other plot threads about Spike. Even when Spike isn't on-screen, characters are talking about him.

Meanwhile, the characters who used to matter on this show -- Willow, Xander and Giles, who with Buffy formed what is called the "core four" -- are getting nothing storywise; Willow gets a token lesbian relationship, Xander gets his eye poked out, and Giles gets to look like a bad guy for wanting to kill Spike (which, on the contrary, made some of us love Giles even more). In the words of "Sep," who recaps "Buffy" episodes for the famously snarky Web site Television Without Pity, "Watching episode after episode about Spike's journey when Giles has become a prick and I don't know a goddamn thing about what Willow or Xander are thinking, or even who they are anymore, and will likely never find out, breaks my heart."

It would be less of a problem if Spike were getting brilliantly fascinating stories, but he isn't, despite the potential inherent in the story of an evil creature trying to reform. At every turn, the "Buffy" staff has copped out on Spike's story, whitewashing his past (a flashback in a recent episode shows that even when he was turned into a vampire, he wasn't initially a vicious killer -- something that contradicts all the previous vampire mythology on the show) and making no attempt to show that having a soul has changed him one way or the other. By the evidence of this season's episodes, Spike is still a wisecracking punk who likes to hit women (he's hit Buffy, Anya and Faith so far this year) and isolate Buffy from her friends, yet we're still somehow supposed to sympathize with him, because ... why? Because he got a soul in the hope that Buffy would forgive his attempt to rape her and sleep with him again. Except for a couple of throwaway lines, Spike has never been made to seek redemption for his crimes; he doesn't even apologize to Principal Wood for having murdered his mother. The assumption appears to be that Spike doesn't need to atone because having a soul makes him a different and better person. But the writers haven't shown us that; all they've shown us is the same Fonzie figure from Seasons 5 and 6, only without the viciousness that made him moderately interesting.

And when they write a decent Spike scene, it gets cut. The second episode of this season, "Beneath You," was originally supposed to end with a scene where Spike expresses guilt for his past crimes, admits that he got a soul for selfish reasons (he thought Buffy would love him if he had a soul), and arrives at the realization that having a soul hasn't made him good enough for Buffy ("God hates me. You hate me. I hate myself more than ever"). But creator Joss Whedon rewrote this scene so that Spike talked mostly about the fact that Buffy "used" him for sex -- just another attempt to create unearned sympathy for Spike and deemphasize his past role as a killer and sexual predator. And James Marsters, a good actor who has shown himself capable of the kind of underplaying this show used to thrive on, made matters worse by playing this scene as an over-the-top fit of lurching and moaning, like one of William Shatner's lesser method moments on "Star Trek." (The gratuitous shirtlessness just adds to the comparison.) Any interesting stories about a vampire with a soul have already been told on "Buffy" and "Angel"; with Spike, all we've been getting is a lot of half-naked posturing.

But it's not just the overemphasis on Spike that's the problem; it's the way this emphasis has betrayed one of the most appealing themes of the show: that it's OK to be uncool. "Buffy" began with a high school girl, formerly cool and popular, who discovers that she has a destiny that will prevent her from ever having a "normal" life. But she finds some comfort when she befriends people at the school who are social outcasts for other reasons: Willow, a shy computer geek; the loyal but socially awkward Xander; and Giles, head of a school library that none of the other students ever seem to visit. The bond between these four characters was the heart of the show for the first four seasons, more than anything else, even romance (there were many episodes where Buffy's love interest, Angel, didn't appear or was relegated to one or two token scenes). Every week, these characters proved what we'd all like to believe when we're outcasts in high school: that the uncool kids, the ones no one takes seriously, are really the coolest and most heroic of all.

To make this clear, the monsters on the show were often portrayed as the twisted embodiment of high school coolness. In the pilot, Xander's friend Jesse goes from "an excruciating loser" to an effortlessly cool bad boy after he is turned into a vampire. Another episode, "Reptile Boy," made frat boys the villains. And Spike, when introduced in Season 2, was exactly the kind of smartass punk who makes high school a miserable place for geeks: Arrogant, cocky and contemptuous of anyone who wasn't equally cool, he was a superficial, self-confident Fonzie type who deserved to get smacked down by our awkward heroes.

With the transformation of Spike into a lovable antihero, "Buffy" has stopped celebrating the uncool outcasts; instead, it celebrates the cool punk, the guy who would push the first-season Willow or Xander out of the way in the school halls. And it's not just Spike. Willow's new love interest, Kennedy, is a confident loudmouth with a privileged upbringing, who obnoxiously admires Willow not for her intelligence but for her power. Spike's nemesis, Principal Wood, is described in one of the scripts as "The Coolest Principal Ever." And Andrew, the show's answer to "The Simpsons'" Comic Book Guy, is constantly mocked for his geekiness, because a show that was once on the side of geeks now portrays them as buffoons or villains. And whereas the early seasons usually showed the characters learning how to defeat monsters by researching them in Giles' books, they now find everything they need on the Internet -- a far cry from Giles' wonderful first-season speech about the superiority of books over computers. It seems that on a show where an unrepentant mass murdering monster can be a hero, there's no more room for a celebration of the power of book learning, or the nobility of uncool people.

Which brings us back to "Happy Days," and the Fonz. Just as "Happy Days" went on for years with Fonzie even after Ron Howard left the show, there are rumors that the character of Spike may go on after the end of "Buffy" -- perhaps moving to "Angel," or perhaps to a spinoff. The character is popular; cool characters often are. But "Happy Days" was a better show in the first two years, when it was just about the uncool Richie Cunningham. And "Buffy" was a better show in the first four years, before Spike fell in love with Buffy, before Spike started taking his shirt off in every episode, and when the focus was on four uncool people and their quest to rid the world of ... well, of characters like Spike.

Jaime J. Weinman