#listening to: take me home tonight by eddie money

[berylcluster]

➫ JAMES could admit he hadn't know the hauler life very long, even less so in the belt, though he hadn't been in the UNN for very long either, he made more bonds on the Cant than he had with those bucket heads from Earth. It was a nice and refreshing change from the life he had known, at least in the belt no one expected you to take on fights for other people. Holden hadn't known anything else, growing up on tales of Don Quixote and tilting at windmills or whatever came across his path, all for the ones who couldn't fight. He looked up to the unlikely hero, the old man who thought he could be a knight. He placed the glass back on the table, filling their shots and chuckling at her attempt to make him feel better, she didn't have to do that. He appreciated her none the less, fondness growing in his eyes when he finally met her gaze, "Is that so? What is WITH the freeze dried food on every station we come across? Tastes like ass most of the time, not that Alex's cooking is any better - "

He tries to joke around her 'quick fuck' comment, heat coating his face as he tries not to think about it too hard, but the seriousness in her voice draws him from the attempt to soothe things over. He levels with her on this, regardless. Out here, connection was dangerous, you could be killed for a number of reasons and in a million different ways. Of all the Belters he knew, that seemed to be the general understanding. One and done, it saved you a lot of trouble. "Thanks, for saying that. You know, if you're any nicer to me and I might consider you being secretly sweet on me."

It probably was not the best lesson to be imparted on a boy of barely twelve years of age, letting him read all those hero books, but that's what he was or wanted to be. Not that anyone would ever know it. He gave up on the dream after a fight with his commanding officer over the treatment of Belters that led him to be discharged, dishonorably at that. It left a bitterness in his throat that no amount of alcohol could wash away. Watching the crew he had or hadn't come to consider like a family being killed en masse, it had reignited the old flame, the desperation to do anything he could to avenge them, to bring some kind of justice to their memories. He was just happy to have Naomi here to pull him out of the dark. "Well." He sighed and gave her the biggest smile he could muster, adjusting in his seat to face her more, holding up the next round of shots for them. "I'm ready to get trashed, how about you?"

THEIR LIVES CHANGED RADICALLY IN A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME. if she knew she would be out frequently drinking with james holden, she wouldn't have believed it. not that she would believe the cant's destruction and everything else that came with it. but, it wasn't the first time she'd had to start over, so it was easier to shut that part of herself off. instead, naomi listens, weighing the best way to reply. a barely-there laugh escapes her before anything else at the mention of the type of company he sought out back then.

she knows this is most likely the guilt speaking. naomi feels part of the weight, too. it's only natural after surviving what they did. but holden tends to borrow trouble that isn't his and she won't let him drown in that. it's her duty as his XO, but it's also her concern as his friend. " that's normal with long-haul gigs. there are only so many months you can be surrounded by the same people. " belters understand that more than anyone. even those that have family or lovers in the crew. and yet, that had drawn her into her biggest mistake. a crew that stuck together, one that looked like a family.

naomi downs the rest of her glass to stop the trip back in memory lane. " every time we hit port, i was looking for food that didn't come out of a machine and a quick fuck, " she shares in hopes of reassuring him that he was not the only one not prioritizing connections with their crewmates. that it'd been human; since no one could've known the end. despite everything a smile crossed her face. it was endearing to see he liked their company. " we like being here, " in the roci with this crew. another reassurance, before a serious truth. " none of this is on you. " not the cant's destruction, nor the sole leadership moving forward.

[rvmanoffbarnes]

Steal my girl || (Eddie Munson x reader x Bob Floyd) Crossover.

Summary: It was impossible not to fall for the charms of the sweet and kind Y/N. Eddie and Bob knew that very well. And they would do anything to win her heart.

《tags: fluff, angst, Bob being a sweetheart, Eddie being an idiot, physical fight》

This is dedidacted to @hahahafucku 🌟💌

As soon as I read the idea you asked me for, I got excited and had to start writing it right away. Joseph and Lewis are my favorites, and it would be interesting to see them interact in a movie or project.....maybe Avengers: Doomsday???

So here you go.... i hope you like it!!!

The bar was packed that Friday night. Y/N went from one place to another to take people's drink orders, then clean the bar table and repeat this process. Over and over again. It was exhausted, but she needed the money to pay the rent for the place she called home.

The sound of people talking was camouflaged by the band that was playing on the bar's small stage. Corrored Coffin. They used to play on the weekends and a lot of people went to see them. Y/N stayed out of it, since the job required that her attention be on the clients and that no fights form between them. However, as soon as she met Eddie Munson, she had to divide her attention so she could see him play from time to time.

Y/N looks up from the bar and notices how Eddie plays the guitar with dedication and seems to enjoy it every time. She smiles as soon as she notices how Eddie searches the audience for someone's gaze, and when he finds it he winks, causing the girl who was ordering the glasses to let out a giggle. It was unbelievable how Eddie managed to make the girl feel shy with just one look.

He was so carefree but that didn't mean he didn't take things seriously. His outgoing personality and confidence made the girl feel attracted. Well, that and Eddie's flirting with her.

The first time Eddie came to the bar, they hadn't met. He was so worried about not forgetting the chords that he barely had time to see the girl who was attentively observing the group. Also, after the performance some girls offered him a drink, and like a gentleman, Eddie couldn't say no. After that night, it became a habit for him to play at the bar, have a few drinks, flirt with some girls—and on some occasions, have more fun with them than he should—and go home smiling from ear to ear.

It wasn't until one night when a client got in over his head with the girl who always treated everyone with respect and sweetness, that he found himself in the position to intervene. Eddie didn't hesitate to hit the man who disrespected Y/N on the chin. He knew it could damage his reputation with the bar boss who had offered him and his band the job. But as soon as he looked at her tender smile, it was all worth it.

From that day on, Eddie never left her side. And as the days passed, he fell for the girl's charms. Eddie knew he couldn't hurt her, she was so perfect and he was so.... Eddie. So he only flirted with her as friends and didn't cross the line, even though inside he was dying to call her his girlfriend.

While the band thanked the audience for their good reception at the bar, Y/N was in charge of preparing drinks for the members.

"Thank you very much for listening to us tonight" Eddie thanks into the microphone "We promise it won't be the last time. Good night"

The people applaud and Eddie begins to put the guitar aside, then jumps off the stage and walks among the bodies receiving congratulations until he reaches the bar, where the girl is waiting for him.

"How's my number one fan doing?" Eddie sits on the little stool. He smiles sideways and his flirtatious expression appears in seconds when he is in front of her.

Y/N smiles and hands him his drink.

"Very good. Especially now that I have your attention; every fan's desire," she jokes, letting out a giggle. Eddie likes that sound of hers.

"Obviously you get special treatment" Eddie says grabbing the glass of beer.

She raises an eyebrow at the game between them. "Oh yeah?"

"Of course. I have to say it so you can keep giving me and the boys free beers," he jokes and she playfully slaps his arm.

"Get a room," says Gareth, reaching next to the curly-haired man.

“Hello Gareth,” Y/N greets, handing him her glass.

"Y/N. Will you guys just fucking admit that you're secretly dating?" Eddie hits the back of his head.

"More respect. There is a lady present" Y/N shakes her head in amusement, but feeling shy all of the sudden. The question lingers in the air.

Jeff arrives at the bar and she hands him her glass, to which he thanks her.

"You guys are incredible," she mentions. She walks away from the bar and Eddie frowns slightly.

"Where are you going?" He follows her with his eyes like a lost puppy.

"I have to serve the table over there" she points and Eddie realizes that it is the flight pilots' table "But i'm going to finish my shift after this table. I'll be back"

He takes her hand before she continues and she looks at him.

"Promise?"

"I promise, Munson."

Don't misunderstand him. There was nothing wrong with Y/N ​​doing her job. Not at all.

But he knew who was at that table.

The boy with glasses who seemed to get nervous every time Y/N approached the table, while his friends teased him until the tips of his ears turned red. Eddie frowned slightly as he stood erect as the girl—his girl in his imagination—came with a smile to serve them. To the boy who always clumsily tried to conquer her as best he could, although he always became a sea of ​​nerves. The boy who always offered to help her clean the tables when she was about to close. The boy who kept looking at her as if she were hanging the stars in the sky.... Eddie agreed with him on that.

That boy's name was Bob Floyd.

Bob was nervous.

It was the fifth time he had come this month and he had never managed to keep up the conversation with Y/N. His nerves got the best of him as the girl smiled at him when asking for her order, although by now she already knew it by heart: peanuts and a beer. His friends made fun of sweet Bob who could barely keep his gaze on her for more than 5 seconds. He was already tired of being a spectator of her beauty and charm, so tonight he would try to make a move.

He would ask her how her night was.

Jake is the first to elbow his arm to alert Bob of her arrival at their table. He stands up straight and a sideways smile spreads across his face, adjusting his glasses.

"Hey guys. How have you been?" she asks with a smile.

The boys knew about Bob's crush on the girl, so they never tried to flirt with her out of respect for him. Maybe the first time they came to the bar they made comments to the girl that made her blush, but seeing Bob's frozen state when he saw the girl, they decided to stop. They had never seen him that way, despite his innate shyness with girls. This time was different for him.

“Hey Y/N, did you miss us?” Bradley asks with an amused tone.

She nods her head, humoring him.

"The place doesn't feel the same without you here" she jokes.

"Ow, she misses us. We need to come more often," Jake mentions. He turns to look at Bob who is trying to work up the courage to finally talk to him. The blonde decides to help him "Right, Bob?"

Bob feels in the spotlight, so he shakes his head to affirm it.

"Yeah, yeah. We should come back here more often. Absolutely," he says hurriedly. She smiles tenderly at him "Hello Y/N."

"Hi, Bob"

The others look at each other and shake their heads. Bradley motions to leave them alone.

"Oh, look the pool table is free" he starts to stand up.

"Oh, come on. I haven't played a game in a while," Phoenix points out.

Bob becomes alarmed suddenly.

"Y/N, do you mind if we play while you bring us drinks? I'm sure Bob can help you and chat with you for a bit," Jake mentions, winking at the one who turns red.

"It's okay. No problem," she says and then looks at Bob. "You don't have to help me, I can bring them in a moment. It's my job after all."

Bob swallows and shakes his head, immediately getting up from his seat.

"I would love to be with you," he widens his eyes at the error of his words. "I mean... I would love to be with you... to help you with the drinks. Yeah, that..."

Y/N laughs and bites her cheek seeing how he gets. "I would love for you to help me. Come with me".

He follows her like his life depends on it. Y/N stops at the bar and begins to prepare the glasses with Bob watching her from across the counter. Eddie is just a few steps away from them, carefully observing the scene before his eyes.

“How was your night, Y/N?” he dares to ask.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. The good thing is that I haven't come across any idiots who want to take advantage or any liquid of strange origin that I have to clean up," she jokes with the last bit. Bob laughs with her.

"If someone is bothering you... I can take care of them" Bob says adjusting his glasses.

"I know, Bobby. I'm counting on you for it," she admits.

Y/N was confused by those little actions Bob did for her. She thought the boy in the uniform and brown hair was handsome and sweet. She could see how difficult it was for him to leave his comfort zone, but she still found him charming. Sometimes the girl was confused by his presence, but at the end of the day she always thought back to the boy with the unruly curls a couple of meters near them. Eddie Munson. Y/N was trying to stay out of the situation, because she was suspecting that Bob might have feelings for her. She didn't want to cause him any confusion or wrong idea that could hurt him, if she wasn't already clear with her own feelings for both boys.

“Y/N?” Bob asks her.

She looks up as she finishes with the glasses.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Bob. What's up?"

Before he can ask the question, a guy vomits on the ground a few feet away from them. Y/N makes a face and excuses herself to him to go clean up the mess, but not before telling him that the beers are ready for him and his group of friends. Bob sighs and begins to take the beer mugs as best he can.

"Hey" Bob turns to see a boy with curly hair come to his side. He adjusts his glasses.

"Hey"

"Is your name Bob?" He nods.

"Yes. And you are...?"

"Someone asking you what your intentions are with Y/N." Bob frowns and is surprised by the boy's behavior.

He had seen him a couple of times playing with his band and talking to Y/N.

"Sorry. I don't understand you," Bob tells him.

Eddie just laughs and raises his hands.

"I'm just asking, buddy," he mentions, "Y/N is my friend and I don't want anyone to hurt her. That's all."

Bob is not intimidated by him and clears his throat. "The last thing I want is to hurt her," Bob finishes before leaving with his beer mugs.

Eddie watches him leave, an uncomfortable feeling invading his being.

Y/N finishes her shift and prepares to join Eddie. She had promised him that she would return to him as soon as her shift was over. She applies lip balm and fixes her hair a little, hoping he'll make a move to let her know if he feels the same way. Some clue or indication that would help her understand that. She felt the tension between them, but she didn't want to get crazy ideas if it didn't turn out to be what she thought it was.

In the books she used to read, it always turned out that the boy flirtatiously teasing the girl was because he felt things. Y/N wanted to check it out that night. When she came out of the bathroom, she looked for Eddie. She smiled to herself as she approached the boy in the leather jacket, but seeing him chatting with a girl and as he held her waist with his arm, the girl stopped a few steps away from him.

Y/N puts her lips in a straight line and doesn't know whether or not to touch his shoulder to let him know she's ready. Eddie senses her presence and turns his body, but without letting go of the girl from his waist.

"Oh, hello. Everything okay?" Eddie asks almost nonchalantly. Y/N nods her head and smiles shyly.

"Yes, I just wanted to let you know that my shift is over" she explains, playing with her fingers.

Eddie opens his eyes feigning surprise.

"Oh, right. You see we were going to get together when you finished" he says and Y/N glances sideways at the girl who caresses the boy's disheveled hair "Would you mind letting me cancel it? I just met Rachel and we're enjoying it"

"Rebeca" the girl corrects.

"Rebeca" Eddie clarifies "I'm sorry"

Y/N feels a weight on her heart and tries to camouflage it with a small, heartless laugh. Eddie looks different, like he's not himself, which leaves the girl confused.

"Um... yeah, totally" Y/N feels her voice break for a moment.

"I'll leave you to continue having fun. See you around, Eddie." She turns on her heel and walks away from both of them as quickly as possible. Eddie notices how her gaze falls and he hates himself for it.

That stupid jealousy he felt made him do stupid things.

On the other hand, Y/N walks past the pilots' table, being watched by most of them, especially Bob. Who never took his eyes off her and witnessed how the girl who frequently invaded her thoughts was hurt by the boy with whom he had exchanged words a few moments ago. The boy with glasses clenches his jaw and rushes to follow the girl of his dreams.

Y/N leaves the bar and takes a deep breath as she walks away from the noise. She doesn't want anyone to see her cry, the mere fact of crying in public embarrasses her, so she goes to an area where the light can't find her. Except, Bob catches up with her.

“Y/N” Bob says as the girl turns her back to him. She hurries to dry her tears and lets out a small laugh, without turning around.

"Bob, what are you doing here?" she asks.

"Y/N. Look at me" he asks her.

"I'm fine, it's just that... the conditioning was almost on maximum and it gave me a cold" she lies.

“Y/N,” he says, his tone more firm.

She swallows and slowly turns around to look at him. Bob frowns slightly when he sees her in that state, he doesn't like it.

"I'm fine," she lies.

Bob shakes his head and hugs her in his arms. She lets herself be hugged and cries. She hides her face in the boy's chest and tries to prevent her tears from wetting his uniform. Bob strokes her hair in a gentle movement, while his other hand hugs her from behind. He didn't expect his night and his attempt to get closer to her to end like this. He had never seen her cry, and he hated that she did. Especially since a curly boy turns out to be the cause of it.

"I'm here. Cry all you need to cry, darling" he rocks her in his arms.

"But I'll wet your uniform," she laughs lightly.

He imitates her, but he doesn't really care.

"It's the least I could care about right now," he pulls away from her and cups her cheek, wiping away the trail of her tears with his thumb.

She sniffles and lowers her gaze. Bob lifts her chin and combs a strand of hair that falls across her forehead.

"You still look pretty" She smiles slightly. Their moment is interrupted by a boy's voice. Eddie Munson.

"Leave her. Now" Bob turns around and puts Y/N behind his body.

Suddenly, his companions and the members of Eddie's band chase him. Eddie stands at the height of the brunette blonde and tenses his jaw.

"You should go. She doesn't need any more trouble from you," Bob says firmly.

"Guys..." Y/N tries to say.

"I see what you're doing. You're trying to play the hero so she can finally see you through different eyes." Eddie scoffs. "Face it, Bob. That's not going to happen while I'm here."

Bob laughs unamusedly. His companions try to stop him, but he does not allow himself to be intimidated. Not now.

"Yeah, right. Meanwhile you give her false hope and flirt with another girl, leaving her crying." Bob intervenes. "You should focus on what you do instead. Because, honestly, you'll only hurt her."

Eddie can't take it anymore and throws the first blow. Bob receives it, but does not stop and fights back. Y/N tries to separate them with the help of the others.

"Guys, stop it!" The girl exclaims.

Jeff and Gareth take it upon themselves to separate Eddie and arrest him. Jake holds Bob so that the fight does not continue and does not escalate, while the girl proceeds to intertwine their fingers to make him stop. Y/N feels guilty and all she wants to do is run away from there. Eddie's breathing is labored by the adrenaline of the moment and his gaze falls to Bob and Y/N's intertwined hands. He feels his chest tighten and looks back at Y/N, who looks at him with disappointment.

“Y/N, I…” Eddie begins.

She shakes her head.

"Save it, Eddie. I can't go on with this," he admits, and feels the verbal vomit coming.

"I don't want you to get hurt," Eddie says.

She lets out a humorless laugh. "But you can do it, right?" She fights back

"It's my problem if I get hurt. I'm a grown woman and if I screw up, fine, I learn from it."

"Don't screw it up with him, then," Eddie admits. He wants to confess what he feels, but that little voice in his head prevents him from doing so.

She shakes her head, puzzled.

"It's true that we both have that flirting game. But I've always given you to understand that I have feelings for you," she admits and Bob next to her lowers his gaze.

"Unlike you, who confuse me with your dates and the trouble you get into with the girls you meet at the bar." The rest remain silent and not knowing whether to intervene or not. "Yes, maybe I'm attracted to Bob too. But I've always stayed away so in that way i don't hurt him or you."

Y/N lets out a sigh and bites her bottom lip. "I can't stay here," she says and lets go of Bob's hand to walk away from the place. Leaving Eddie deep in thought and Bob trailing behind her.

It's been a week since the incident outside the bar. She talked to her boss to see if she could use her days off and stay out of the bar for a while until she cleared her head. He understood her and accepted her without reproach. Y/N was sitting on the porch of her house looking at the starry night. Her emotions were getting the better of her, so she needed a way to distract herself.

Eddie had called her, texted her, and tried to visit, but she wasn't ready to face him, even though she knew she would have to at some point. Not now.

Suddenly he sees a car approaching and frowns because he can't see who it is. The car stops and the brunette gets out, adjusting his glasses in the process. She gets up and watches as he approaches slowly but surely.

“Hello,” Bob greets.

"Hey," she frowns when she sees him approaching.

"How did you know where I live?"

"Clark"

Her boss gave him the address.

She laughs softly and looks down, holding the blanket over her shoulders.

“Bob, I…”

“Y/N, I like you,” he admits. And before she can answer him, he continues, "I know it's a bad time to tell you after everything that happened, but I needed to confess. I've liked you ever since you helped me clean up the mess I made with the peanuts that night at the bar." She remains silent, waiting for him to continue. "You captivated me when you were the first girl who remembered my name every time I went out with the boys somewhere" he adds "But I fell in love with you when I knew I didn't want to stop seeing you. When every time I asked the boys when we would be back to the bar, because you were the only thing that motivated me to go. Just to see you."

Y/N sighs and smiles while her eyes watered.

"I couldn't keep it to myself anymore, I needed you to know, even though I know now is not a good time" Bob says "I'm not expecting you to feel the same, but if that's the case, only if that's the case... I can wait whatever it takes for me to have the honor of calling you mine."

She bites her lip, feeling her heart race.

"The last thing I want to do is put pressure on you so..." Bob is interrupted by her lips.

Bob can swear he's going to melt when he feels her soft lips on his. He hugs her with his arms around her waist and she clings to his jacket, feeling the blanket fall at her feet. They're suddenly out of breath, so Y/N pulls away with a smile on her face. Bob pouts and chases after her lips, but she stops him.

"I like you too, Bob," she admits. He smiles "I would like to try it with you. But slowly, so we can enjoy every moment of this"

He nods quickly.

"As you wish, darling." She laughs shyly.

Bob purses her lips into a pout. "For now, can we continue kissing for a little while longer, if that's okay?" he says into her lips, closing the distance.

"Of course"

They both kiss while the stars witness the beginning of this love story.

Hey! I hope you enjoyed it.

Honestly, this was one of my favorites one shots so far. I love Lewis as Bob and Joseph as Eddie, so when you ask this request I started writing it right away.

Eddie was a little mean here, but we all know he's a sweetheart.

If you like it, tell me what u think in the comments.

Thank you <3333

[jess-the-vampire]

Hi, hope you're having a good day!

If you're doing that Spotify unwrapped drawing game, maybe no.8 or 10? :)

(Also, I gotta say, I really love your art!)

Come on, come on and give us blood & money Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound Bow down before the land of milk and honey While we burn your people, burn your people to the ground

Take me home tonight I don't want to let you go 'til you see the light Take me home tonight Listen, honey, just like Ronnie sang Be my little baby, oh, ho, oh

Send me a number and i'll make art based on my Spotify Wrapped playlist

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Finally some presents for you!!!

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (the story you’re currently most proud of)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (your current favorite buck plot)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (your current favorite eddie plot)

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁 (whatever’s calling you to write at this exact moment)

Lol it’s up to you if you’re planning on overlapping any of these for the same story but that is four prompts when you currently have five fics so here’s a few more so the last one doesn’t feel left out :p 🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

As always thank you so much for sharing your incredible talent with us!!

-PCA <3

SO FUN!

Okay so 27 for the story I am most proud of, right now - based on some lovely comments I got yesterday - that's 🔼:

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“How do you know?” Shannon asks.

“Whatever it is,” Eddie says. “We’ve gotten through worse. We’ll get him through it.”

Shannon takes a deep breath. 

“You’re right,” she says. “Of course, you’re right. Uh, one of us should stay with him tonight.”

“Okay, we’ll figure that out,” Eddie says. “And then, we’ll get a bigger house. Okay? One for all of us.”

Shannon laughs through her tears. “Really?”

“Really,” Eddie says. “We need that. And Buck needs… He needs somewhere, too.” 

Shannon nods. “I want that.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do.”

🔼

When Buck walks into Eddie and Shannon’s house, he feels like he’s on autopilot. Like he can’t process anything properly. He’s not present. He’s some sort of ghost. He’s underwater. Everything is far, far away. 

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27 for my current favourite Buck plot, definitely 🔀:

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Life in Hershey isn’t good. It’s not. But at least it’s different. 

He makes a friend named Ethan. Ethan’s family is wealthy. Like old chocolate money wealthy. Ethan is in his class, and he likes Evan. Not a lot of people in Evan’s life seem to like him, other than Maddie. So Evan clings to Ethan, like he’s the best friend Evan could ever have, even if he sometimes seems to only care about what he wants when they’re hanging out. 

Ethan’s family lives in an old estate type house. An original, his mother calls it. It’s surrounded by a beautiful, maintained wrought iron fence. 

It’s winter. It’s cold. Evan has been sick on and off again, like he is every winter. He’s finally feeling a bit better, well enough for his parents to allow him to come over to Ethan’s. There’s a lot of snow this year. So much, that Ethan’s father has helped him pile it up into a hill that is higher than the old fence. For sledding. Because he has the sort of father that likes to do that sort of thing with him. Evan really likes Ethan’s father. 

On that day, Ethan’s father takes Ethan and Evan sledding in the yard. They climb up the hill with flat, foam mat sleds. The kind you can get at Walmart. Evan is thrilled. His parents don’t like this sort of thing. They worry about him getting hurt.

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27 for my current favourite Eddie plot, for sure 🗻:

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“When does her job start?” Eddie asks. 

“Next week.”

“She won’t, then,” Eddie says. “She’s not going to do it from international waters. She doesn’t have the resolve.”

“I guess we’ll see,” Buck says.

“And what will you do?” Eddie asks. 

“See if I can make good on my threat,” Buck whispers. “She doesn’t pay me a dime. She’s not going to see him anymore. That’s her own choice…”

Eddie nods. “Good.”

“She’s abandoning him,” Buck says so quietly. Eddie can barely hear it. Artie sure can’t. “Again.”

“Buck…”

“Is it something he got from my DNA, Eddie?” Buck asks. “Something that just makes his own mother ambivalent?”

“No,” Eddie says firmly. “This is her. All her. You cannot blame yourself.”

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27 for whatever is calling me - 💬, because I think it won't take me long to finish:

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He can’t stop watching Eddie. Wondering. 

Their shift ends the next morning, and Buck follows Eddie home. They’re both tired. Physically and mentally. They both probably need more sleep than they’ve gotten, due to a pileup on the I-10 at two in the morning. But Eddie says he still wants to talk. So Buck follows, ready to listen.

They sit on Eddie’s couch with a cup of coffee each. They should probably switch to herbal tea. Or just water. But old habits die hard, or whatever. 

“So what else?” Buck asks. His eyes feel heavy. 

“I feel like… I feel like if we have this conversation, it’s something I can’t undo,” Eddie admits. “Like a chemical change.”

Buck shrugs. “I know how that feels. And you were pretty cool about it.”

Understanding flashes in Eddie’s eyes. He knows Buck already knows. All there’s left to do is for Eddie to say it. He can do that. He can say it. Buck knows he can. 

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So finally 15 for 🥊:

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This jolts him into reality. He sits up in bed. 

His father is here. 

He hasn’t seen him in months and months. Closer to a year, now, than he ever really thought was possible. 

There’s a knock on the door. Christopher’s heart starts racing.

“Chris?” Dad’s voice says. Gentle. So much gentler than he’s just been a minute ago. “Are you awake? Can I come in?”

“One minute!” Chris manages to squeak out. 

[sunshinehaze1]

🎶Music Shuffle Game🎶

thank you so much for the tag @joelmillerisapunk ❤️

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

Purple Rain - Prince

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

I Wanna Dance With Somebody - Whitney Houston

Leather and Lace - Stevie Nicks, Don Henley

Low - Cracker

Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ - Journey

Alone - Heart

When Doves Cry - Prince

Dancing With Myself - Billy Idol, Generation X

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

Clearly, I’ve been listening to @80ssong and I’s Pedro character playlists on repeat! 🤣

npt (apologies if you’ve already been tagged/played): @ak-vintage @kilamonster @peepawispunk @half-moon16 @shchristine @baronessvonglitter @goodwithcheese @justagalwhowrites @yxtkiwiyxt

[lucystark12]

songs that should be used in season 5 and why by lucy

1- smalltown boy by bronski beat

obvious first draft pick here. genius. it's so mike wheeler coded it makes me want to die. for this song, i'd either like to see it used in a very very dramatic physical fight scene with vecna ala running up that hill or playing very faintly in the background of an important scene like the fight at rink-o-mania. i think the song sounds just eerie enough that it could work in that context but the instrumental is just so badass fight scene coded.

2- operator by jim croce

hopper canonically listens to jim croce!! you don't mess around with jim!! this song has been loved by my family since decades before i was born. it's such a sad but beautiful song and really gives almost a lettergate situation of one side of byler trying to reach the other during the months they spend apart between season 3 and season 4 and if they did use it i would lose my shit.

3- alone by heart

people are theorizing in favor of this song being a part of the season 4 soundtrack and i mean it when i say that if i heard that opening piano of alone i would die. it would be the end of my life. i used to listen to this song on my ipod as an eight year old. it's always been one of my favorites. i don't really know how they would use it and i almost feel like the sound of it doesn't fit in with a lot of the other music in the show in regards to that 80s music sound, but i would die if they did.

4- africa by toto

AFRICA PLEASE COME BACK BABY I MISS YOU!! another song that's easily in my top ten favorite songs of all time, i think this would be such a cute callback to season 1 and would be the equivalent of hedwig dying as far as childhood-ending-events for me because it would just be such a beautiful full circle moment. i would scream.

5- summer of 69 by bryan adams

if we get to see anything taking place during summer (which, problematically, i kind of hope we don't) i need this playing on every radio in town. it just gives such it 2017 stranger things season three in a way that would break (and fill) my heart in such a beautiful way for the last stranger summer. i also think that if this was the song we decided to make viral from the new season's soundtrack that we'd all have a lot of fun.

6- take me home tonight by eddie money

i love the intro to this song like no other. it's tense and weird like the into to sunglasses at night which was used in season 1 in such a perfect way that also reminds me of the vibe of the show. a little tense and scary sounding, but at the heart (or chorus) of it a fun show about positive and beautiful characters.

7- heroes by david bowie

duh.

8- CRAZY TRAIN BY OZZY OSBOURNE!!!!!!!!

DUFFERS. MASTER OF PUPPETS AND NO CRAZY TRAIN? i fuck with crazy train like no other. i'm fully convinced that if i listened to that song on repeat for a few hours it would inspire the willpower in me to climb all of mt. everest in a day. it's such a perfect song for a show like this. i can picture nancy shooting something to crazy train in the background. somebody is frantically running around too. i think they should have just used this instead of master of puppets because the guitar in crazy train is way better (sorry not sorry) but it's never to late to right your wrongs, duffers!

[delicate-luv]

Two Become One ~ Chapter Six

Summary: After breaking the news to your best friend, you and Eddie set out on the hunt for your forever home.

CW: MDNI, 18+, pregnancy, abusive ex, violence, fluff

Masterlist

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"Woah, wait. Turn."

Eddie had just walked in from putting Otis to sleep when you stopped him. He slightly turned his head when you gasped. "Eddie! What the fuck! He hit you! I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!"

He softly smiled. "Shhh, no cursing. There's a child around." he shushed while he pointed to your stomach.

"Eddie this is not a joke. I-I'm gonna kill him. He hurt you."

"Woah, I'm fine." He took a step back.

You stood up, clutching Eddie's hand and taking him into the bathroom.

"Sit" you pointed at the sink. He didn't want to upset you, so he obliged.

You rummaged through his medicine cabinet before coming across a first aid kit.

"This will sting a little." You prepared him while you poured a little bit of alcohol onto a cotton ball.

He winced and tightly grabbed onto your hand. You noticed and reassured him. "you're alright. It's better than having it get infected."

"I guess you're right." He nodded, squinting his eyes due to the stinging sensation.

You quickly put on some cream and a small bandage, your face concentrating. Eddie thought you looked so adorable when you were so focused, especially because you were focusing on him.

"Are you okay?" He quietly asked you, bringing you out of your attentive state.

"Yeah, I'm just really concentrating on this."

"No, I mean are you okay? About everything that happened earlier."

"I wish things went differently. Knowing Ezra, deep down I knew things were going to escalate like they did. But to be fair, you almost killed him. You're so badass for that." You smiled, cleaning up the the first aid kit and putting it back.

He smirked. "that's all you, m'lady. You went up in there and broke up with his lame ass. You're the badass here. I'm just the side kick."

You beamed and started to blush, but then you remembered you hadn't told Scarlett yet.

"Ed's?"

"Yeah?"

"I need to tell Scarlett. I don't know if I can handle any more disappointment tonight though."

"Is this about being kicked out?" He asked, to which you nodded. "Who cares if you get kicked out? I already know we're going to raise our baby living together. So what's the point? So what? Let her kick you out."

You stayed silent.

"Listen, I have a part time job at the body shop. I have a bit of money saved up. You're a hairdresser too, right? With our two incomes, plus incomes from gigs, we can afford to move. We'll need to get bigger place, anyways."

You hesitantly agreed. "will you drive?"

"You bet. First thing tomorrow?" He hopped down off the sink and taking your hand, leading you back into his bedroom.

You knocked on the door, Scarlett opened it wearing a silk robe. She talked in a low whisper, "Hey, where've you been off to? I haven't seen you in forever. I have a guy here, so make it quick."

Eddie hid around the corner, in fear of another fight breaking out.

"Scar, I don't know how to tell you this. But-" you twiddled your thumbs.

"Oh my god. Please don't tell me that you're a homewrecker." She laughed and grabbed your arm playfully.

You heard a quiet chuckle come from Eddie, who immediately slapped his hand over his mouth to cover his laughter. Luckily, Scarlett didn't hear him.

"No-" you smiled but then grew anxious again. "you can just go ahead and kick me out now."

"Oh god, just tell me, you're really freaking me out here."

"I'm pregnant!" You exclaimed and immediately placed your hand over your mouth.

"Aww congrats! I’m so happy for you, this is something you’ve always wanted! I'm gonna be an auntie!" She hugged you tightly as tears started to escape her eyes. "is the guy on board?"

You were so in the moment, you forgot Eddie was just around the corner. "Of course. We are together and honestly, I couldn't be happier. I met his son, and he is such a great father. I'm so excited for us."

"As long as you’re happy, I'm happy. But pack your bags. You know my no children policy." She laughed. You weren't mad, you were expecting this.

"Can Eddie and I come over in the morning and pack up my stuff?" You question.

"Sure! I'll see you then. I'm so happy for you." You two hugged each other one last time before leaving for your new home.

The car ride home was silent. Little did you know, you both were thinking about the future with one another.

Eddie finally spoke. "Hey, did you really mean that back there? That I'm a great father and you're truly happy?"

"Yes. I meant it all." You stared into your lap, grinning at what your life had become in only a matter of weeks.

"Fuck," he beamed. "you have no idea what that means to me."

"Shh! No cursing, there's a child around!" You said, mocking him. He looked at you, a laugh breaking out of his smile.

"Put that down." Eddie called out as you began to pick up a cardboard box from his van.

"It's only my stuff, I can handle it." You adjusted the box in your grip, only for him to step in front of you, blocking the path.

"Nuh-uh." He waved his finger like an angry mother. "Put it down."

You hesitantly obliged. "Fine, but I need to do something else while you're bringing my boxes in."

"Fine. Go look at those magazines I brought home."

You half-heartedly trudged inside, dreading the thought of having to flip through realtor magazines he had brought home from work.

Recently Eddie had been bringing up the topic of moving- more so than ever. You knew you had limited time and you had to get settled in and completely ready before the baby arrived.

You flipped through multiple pictures of homes before one page caught your eye. It was a spacious, but small home with with 3 bedrooms- just what you needed. You picked up a notepad and wrote down the phone number that was listed on it.

Just then, Eddie had brought in the last cardboard box. A few dribbles of sweat on his forehead were wiped off with his Megadeath T-shirt.

"Hey honey?" You called out.

"Hm?" He raced into the room, a sense of urgency to get whatever you wanted.

"I think I found a place. C'mere." You waved him over and pushed the magazine closer to him.

He examined the page for a moment. "It's perfect. Let's call."

You were on your way to meet the realtor to take a tour of the house, Eddie blasting his usual metal music on the ride there.

"You excited?" Eddie asked, rubbing your leg.

"Mhm." You hummed. Something was off with you and he could tell.

"Babe, what's up?" He turned down the music and looked at you intently.

"I don't know..." you rubbed your sweaty palms against your pants. "Don't you think we're moving too fast? I mean, we just found out I'm pregnant like, two weeks ago, now we're buying a house together."

"Yeah." He nodded. "Of course I do. But, it is what it is. We can't change it. Plus, I have a good feeling about you." He took a turn, pulling into the driveway. "A feeling I didn't even have with Chrissy. And- and looking at this house now with you, all I can do is imagine us in it. Our home."

Your eyes went back and forth between the long haired man in the drivers seat to the small brick house. You couldn't help but imagine Otis and the baby playing together in the front yard, greeting them with hugs as they get off the bus everyday, throwing birthday parties for them, inviting their future friends over for sleepovers, even the littlest things that would normally be considered a chore, like bringing in bags from the grocery store, filled you with joy.

The house tour came to an end before you knew it, you and Eddie were both more than confident on the decision. You put a deposit on the house quicker than you could have ever imagined. You hopped into the car, urgent to pack up all your things and move into your new home as soon as possible. Although you had to wait a little bit until you could actually start to move in.

The beginning of the rest of your life had started today.

[fandom-princess-forevermore]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

Just 5... oh God, this is hard... I'm going old and new school

1. Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

2. Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money

3. Lesson In Leavin by Jo Dee Messina

4. Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

5. Dreams by Van Halen

@jadeylovesmarvelxo @caplanbuckybarnes @swiftlymoniquesblog @hypocriticaltypwriter @roosterforme @bunnyhargrove @princessmisery666 @girl-next-door-writes

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Take Me Home Tonight - Harrison Knott x Reader

A/N: Inspired by Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money

pairing: Harrison Knott (Press Play) x reader

warnings/content: fem reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, swearing, one night stand, drinking

word count: 3.2k

A dimly lit college dive bar was not the ideal space to meet anyone, but as you found yourself leaning against the bar top, looking around the space as you nursed a vodka-cran that was slowly becoming room temperature slowly but surely. You contemplated leaving and going home at this point, realizing that your date likely wasn’t going to show. Just as you thought about setting the now slightly-colder-than-the-bar glass down on the counter behind you and walking out to hail a cab home, a tall, broad shouldered man with brown hair and naturally sun-kissed highlights, a slight tan, and the deepest blue eyes you’d ever seen on any person before sauntered up alongside you to the bar. He leaned against the bar, giving you a polite smile as he orders himself a drink. Beer in hand, he straightens his posture and looks at you again, offering a this time, much friendlier, intentional smile. 

“Hi, I’m Harrison,” He nodded his head as he offered his free hand out for you to shake.

“Hi,” You returned the same friendly smile as you sipped your drink, exchanging names and small talk as you both sat at the bar.

You’d been stood up by a date, and Harrison had been supposed to meet his friends from medical school after writing an exam, but he was almost certain he’d ended up in the wrong bar somehow. Both here alone by mistake, or by fate, neither of you had bothered leaving when you realized that you wouldn’t be spending the night with the people you’d originally intended to. You finished the drink in your hand while conversing with Harrison, not even registering the fact that the bittersweet, tart red-coloured liquid was likely now warmer than the air around you. You set the glass down with a thankful smile to the bartender before turning your attention back to the man who had replaced your date.

“Can I get you another drink?” He flashed you another smile as he gestured to the empty glass.  

“Yeah, thank you,” You nodded appreciatively as you spoke, “I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please.”

“Actually, that sounds good,” Harrison laughs as he finishes the contents of his amber-coloured glass bottle before setting it down, “Two Long Island Iced Teas it is.” 

Fresh drinks now in hand, the two of you made your way across the bar to one of the few booths against the wall. The college dive bar floor’s trademark stickiness against your shoes created a slight squeaking sound as you walked across it, every step leaving the bottom of your heeled boots with a tacky coating to them. You studied Harrison’s features as best as you could in the dim lowlights of the bar, taking account of everything you could about your impromptu date, committing it to memory in case you should ever cross paths with him again. 

You and Harrison sat across from one another in the booth, the dark glow of the lights less harsh from your secluded corner of the room. You listened as he divulged his life story to you, you nodding your head or sympathetically smiling and chiming in as needed. He was from Hawaii, his dad was a doctor, and there was always pressure for him to follow in his footsteps. He’d deferred hie med school attendance for a couple years after university before being waitlisted for George Washington, and when he got in, he moved to the opposite side of the country with no contacts to speak of in D.C. other than an old college friend of his dad’s in the area somewhere. 

He told you how he preferred to buy physical copies of music, vinyl records, cassette tapes, CDs, whatever he could get his hands on at a secondhand store over streaming services. He told you how he missed surfing and the warm saltwater beaches from back home, how his stepsister had gotten married recently and he hadn’t made his way back home since. He told you how his stepsister always insisted he was lonely and needed to meet someone, but how he had always been more occupied with work back home at the music store he’d been at, and surfing and studying. He’d never really made the time for anything else.

You told him how you’d moved to D.C. from your small hometown on the east coast a couple of years ago for a college internship, and how you’d fallen in love with the city and opted to stay. You’d told him how you made D.C. your home, how you thought the city looked beautiful covered in a dusting of snow during the holiday season (to which he agreed, despite the fact he still wasn’t accustomed to seeing snow that often yet. You’d told him how you loved football and hockey, catching live games as often as you could, how you’d recently gotten into baseball and tried following it but weren’t succeeding yet, how you’d always wanted to go on a date to the Smithsonian Institute of American History, since it was your favorite place in the city, how you loved going just to look at the pop culture section of the museum.

“Shit, is it really midnight already?” He laughed softly as he checked his watch, offering you a soft, hopeful smile as he looked up at you, “Do you want me to walk you home when you’re ready?”

There was something in his words, a sense of genuine concern about you making it home safely, a genuine desire to be the one to accompany you to make sure you returned in one piece. It made your heart flutter, and you had no idea why, In fact, something about Harrison in general made your heart flutter. His charming, sweet smile, his haunting deep blue eyes, his deep, yet soft-spoken voice, maybe it wasn’t something, maybe it was everything about him.

“I’d like that, actually. Thanks.” 

Harrison smiled and stood up from the booth, grabbing his coat and pulling it on over his broad shoulders as he followed you out of the building. He walked alongside you, hands in his pockets as you took the 10 block journey home. On your doorstep, Harrison smiled at you under the dim porch light, its yellowish hue cascading over the two of you, highlighting all of his features like a spotlight. His gaze lingered on your lips for a few moments, and you couldn’t help but bite at your bottom lip, both anxiously, and sensually. Something about Harrison was driving you wild, and you couldn’t figure out why, but as you leaned in, lips pressing against his in a soft, passionate kiss, you felt completely entranced by him, totally captivated and full of a sense of lust and longing, craving more of him.

“Harrison, I’m sorry,” You began as your lips hovered just mere milimeters over his.

“Don’t be,” Harrison’s voice was hushed as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, “I want to do it again.”

With that, Harrison’s lips collided with yours again, this time in a much more deeply passionate kiss, one that could knock the wind right out of you as he pressed your body against the door of your house. You reached your one hand behind you, your fingers searching the door blindly for the door handle to let you both inside the house. The door opened with a click as you turned the handle, and stumbling backwards a step as you entered, you refused to allow your lips to part from Harrison’s for the time being.

Harrison pulled back for a breath, his lips now kiss bitten and puffy after the passionate embrace. You offered him a smirk as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in your hands, tugging gently on the soft material as you pulled him in for another kiss. You led him up the stairs to your bedroom and nodded as you pulled away again, raising your eyebrow at him as you awaited confirmation from him to continue. Rather than give a verbal response, Harrison reached his hand around to the back of your head, tangling his thick fingers in your hair as he pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your hips press against his, the feeling of his tightening jeans prominent as your leg brushed against them. 

Your hand reached down between the two of you, quickly working to unbutton Harrison’s jeans, trying to free him quickly from the fabric as they became uncomfortably tight on him. Harrison let out a soft sigh of relief as he kicked his jeans off, pressing his lips to yours once again in a fervent, hungry kiss. He backed you against the wall, his hands running down your sides as he caressed your body. His firm, strong hands lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You did so tightly, holding on to him for dear life as you felt him press your back against the wall harder. Your neck tilted to the side as he trailed his lips down your jawline and up to your ear. 

“Do you want me to do this?” Harrison’s voice was deep and rich, as smooth as melted chocolate as he spoke. 

“Mhmm,” You hummed out as his hand made its way down the front of your body, his fingers slipping under your skirt, blindly trying to find your underwear as your body pressed against his. His fingers slipped underneath the soft, dampened fabric of your panties, groaning slightly as you felt the pads of his fingertips making contact with your wet slit. Harrison’s lips curled upwards into a grin, his eyes locked on your face as he watched for your reaction to his touch.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” 

Harrison smirked as he felt your arousal gather on his fingertips. His deep blue eyes watched your features with an intensity and hunger you’ve never seen on anyone before. Harrison looked like a man on a mission suddenly, as if seeing you like this, feeling your arousal that he undoubtedly caused, made him determined to bring you to your breaking point by any means necessary. Not that you thought he’d need to do much. His touch combined with the look of intense passion and determination in his eyes was almost enough to bring you there. Your hand tangled in Harrison’s short wavy lengths, pulling his face in closer to you for a kiss. Your tongue traced his lower lip, and as you slipped it into his mouth, you felt his finger repeat your action below your waistline. As he slipped his finger into your core, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, causing Harrison to groan softly against your lips. 

Harrison’s lips made their way down the curvature of your neck, a trail of warm open-mouthed kisses and licks of his tongue leading from your mouth down to your collarbone as he pushed a second finger into your opening. He curled his fingers upwards towards the soft, spongey wall of your core before beginning to pump them in and out, ensuring contact to the spot you desired most with every upward thrust of his hand. You found yourself panting and moaning his name as you felt his hand at work, unable to concentrate your mind on anything else. As you felt yourself becoming close to your climax, you felt Harrison’s hot breath on your ear, his voice in a deep, lulling whisper as he spoke to you. 

“You’re so wet for my touch right now. Do you want me to keep going, pretty girl? Want me to make you cum on my fingers?”

You nodded your head, taking in a sharp inhale as you felt his fingers continuing to work their magic on you. His touch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced with a previous partner - Harrison was attentive, caring, and determinedly passionate - like he was making it his life goal to make you orgasm as many times as he could, and that he wanted to ensure that no part of your time together could be classed as a mediocre hookup with some med student you met in a bar. Harrison was treating you like he didn’t want to be forgotten. Like he wanted to be the best you’d ever had, and so far, he was succeeding at his mission.

As your body tightened and clenched around his fingers, your back arching slightly as you let out a whine of his name, followed by a slurry of swear words. You felt Harrison slow his hand down before gently pulling his fingers out of you. He grinned and stuck his fingers in his mouth, giving them a long, slow suck before pulling them out with a popping sound. 

“Fuck,” he pants, nodding his head once as he tries to collect his thoughts, “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, beautiful.”

You can’t help but giggle as you feel his lips continue to leave sloppy, wet kisses on your collarbone as he wraps you tightly around his waist. He lays you out on the bed and grins as he kneels inbetween your legs, his mouth now making it’s way up and down the inside of your leg, lingering as he comes tantalizingly close to your centre. He gently pushes on your leg, spreading you slightly as he bites his lip. Staring at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on display for him like this, you hear him let out an almost whimpering sound. Harrison quickly ducks his head down between your thighs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden contact, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your arousal between your thighs, the sounds of muffled moans and murmured “Fuck you taste so good”’s from Harrison sending you over the edge again. 

Harrison pulled his mouth away, his chin glistening with a mixture of saliva, arousal and sweat from working himself to the point that he did. He took his t-shirt off over his head before using the fabric of it to wipe his mouth. A smirk formed on his features as he looked down at you with an eyebrow raised, his sapphire coloured eyes watching your face for any indication as to what you wanted next from him. 

“Harrison,” you panted, nodding your head, “Need you inside me,” was all you managed to get out before he started hurriedly pulling his boxer briefs down, kicking them off behind him to the floor as he knelt up on the bed above you. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, unable to focus your gaze on anything else. You had suspicions about his size when you took his jeans off for him earlier, but, this exceeded any suspicion or expectation you could have possibly made based off that earlier encounter. 

Harrison nodded his head, grinning at you as he bit his lip. He reached down on the floor for his wallet and opened it hastily, grabbing a condom out of the fold. He carefully tore open the wrapper before rolling the latex material down over his hardened cock. Harrison smirked as he looked up at you, taking notice of your wide-eyed gaze upon his nude body. Your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as you watched Harrison stroking himself. He held his hand out below your mouth and laughed softly, his cheeks flushing red as he spoke.

“You ok?” Harrison’s words were followed by an awkward chuckle, trying to fill the silence that hung in the air as your eyes remained widened and fixated on him.

“Mhmm, great,” You nodded, “Fantastic, even.”.

“Tell me if it’s too much for you, ok?” Harrison’s voice was hushed, just above a whisper as he spoke. 

You hummed in response as you nodded again, biting your lip hard in anticipation, a metallic taste entering your mouth as you bit a little too hard. You took in a deep breath as you felt Harrison’s hips slowly thrust into yours, and as you felt yourself tighten around him, your muscles tensing and squeezing as he paused to let you adjust to his size, you felt yourself cry out in pleasure. Harrison was patient and caring, waiting for you to give him a signal to continue before as much as shifting his position. Your eyes met his with a look of passion and lust, giving him all the encouragement he needed to continue. His body hovered over yours, allowing him to see your every facial expression. He ducked his head down to nestle it in the crook of your neck, his lips planting soft, wet, sensual kisses to your skin with every thrust. 

“So tight for me, beautiful, you feel so fucking good,” He purred against the skin of your neck. 

You whimpered as you felt him gently nip at your neck, each thrust of his hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His voice had a sudden huskiness to it as he spoke, soft, masculine grunts falling from his lips against your neck with every movement of his hips. You reached your hands upwards, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusted, your nails digging into his smooth, tanned skin as you felt him hit your core each time. Harrison’s piercing blue eyes looked up at you every so often, as if checking your face for any signs of discomfort, any sign you may not be enjoying it. With every look at you, you’d returned it with a slight nod or a moan of his name to encourage him not to stop.

“Thatta girl, babe,” He grunted, his breath hot on your neck as he spoke, “I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good.”

You felt his hand snake its way down your body, his fingers moving quickly to find your clit once again. He traced his fingertips over it as he thrusted into you, your back arching at his touch. You felt your orgasm bubbling over, your head throwing back as you gasped out his name, followed by a flurry of swear words. Harrison let out a loud, deep groan as he reached his own climactic high, your name falling from his lips before he kissed at your neck again, his hips slowing as the two of you rode your climaxes together. 

Harrison lifted his head up as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Breathlessly, he laid down beside you, his large hand reaching up to smooth back his now dampened curls, wiping the sweat from his brow. His cheeks were flushed as he turned to face you, his deep sapphire blue eyes fixated on your features as he caught his breath. He turned back up to face the ceiling before letting out a laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone that hard on the first night, at least…not without taking the girl out for dinner first,” He smirked as he looked back at you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as his gaze met yours again. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had it that good on the first night before, with or without dinner,” You retorted as you turned onto your side to face him. 

“Well, let’s add dinner to the mix for the second time and see if it’s an improvement?” Harrison grinned as he tucked a lock of your hair back behind your ear.

[leasstories]

The Nirvana Unplugged:

Eddie x Gn!reader

No Trigger Warning, a little bit of angst I guess ?

December 16th 1993,

You and Eddie have been dating for 3 years now. You both met at a Dio concert and have been inseparable ever since. You’re currently both living in Chicago. You share a small one bedroom apartment. You’re working at the record store just around the corner while Eddie and Corroded Coffin are trying to make it big.

As every evening at 6:30pm, you finally arrive home right after closing the store and Eddie is already home and waiting for you. When you come into the apartment, you can hear Eddie jamming on Sweetheart. You recognize the song he is strumming as Hollywood Black from Dio’s latest album. You take your shoes off, wash your hands and quietly join Eddie in the living room as not to disturb him, which failed because as soon as Eddie sees you, he put his guitar down and get up to kiss you on the lips. You kiss him back before slumping on the couch.

“Baby?” You ask shyly.

“Yeah Swetheart ?” Eddie answers while sitting next to you on the couch.

“There is the MTV Unplugged tonight and I was wondering if… maybe we could… I don’t know, watch it?” You ask hesitantly.

“Since when do you watch MTV?” Eddie asks, laughing.

You hide that Eddie’s comment hurt you and keep going.

“Okay I usually don’t watch MTV, but tonight they invited my current favorite band…” You say, hoping to convince Eddie.

“They invited Rage Against the Machine?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“Eddie my current favorite band is… actually not a metal band…”

Eddie looks at you like you grew a second head. “And you want to make me listen to some trendy crap?” Eddie asks, he doesn’t really seems opened to discover the band.

“Eddie, something can be both popular and good!” You say, hurt by Eddie’s assumptions. “Besides, you hate when someone judges your music tastes but right now you’re doing the exact same thing to me” you answer, both irritated and hurt. Eddie has the decency to look sorry, he even places a small kiss on your temple as an apology.

“What’s the name’s band?” Eddie asks you, mainly to show you that he cares about you and your interests.

“Nirvana…” you hesitantly answer.

Eddie suddenly gets up from the couch and shakes his head. “Nope, nope. Nope”.

You get up as well. “Eddie… you didn’t even give them a listen and you’re judging them…”

“I judge them because to have the hype they have it means they are fucking conformists! Besides to be on MTV it would mean they are doing those pop music craps we hear every time we turn the radio on.”

You let out a huge sigh of frustration. “Eddie… They are a rock band Eddie! A punk rock band on MTV !”

“If they are on MTV it means they conform so they can’t be that punk rock. Besides, artists with their fame obviously do this for money, and that is not my vision of music” Eddie argues.

“So you’re telling me that if you make it big you’ll only do music for money?” You retort back.

“No! Never ! But I would never accept a contract with MTV !” Eddie fires back at you.

“Stop being a hypocrite Eddie ! Just listen to one of their goddamn songs before judging! They didn’t even want to be famous! They were from the underground scene at first !” You say, getting even more passionate in your argumentation.

“Baby, with all respect due, in a year, when everyone will forget about them, including you, you’ll look back at this conversation and you’ll be like : you were right Eddie, I was just listening to them because they were popular”

“No I won’t Eddie! Because I genuinely like what they do ! You should know better than anyone else that I don’t listen to music for the fame of the artists.” You say, frustrated.

“Or because they are your new celebrity crushes. Maybe your ‘metalhead phase’ is over. In Two weeks you’re gonna leave me for a punk rock wannabe rockstar dressing like Nirvana’s members !” Eddie says, feeling really insecure at the moment.

Your facial expression soften. “Eddie… first of all I still love metal music… second of all you’re not a phase… I thought we were past that… I love you. For who you are. Not only because I love metalheads. But because I like your personality, because I like who you are inside as well.” You tell him earnestly.

When Eddie doesn’t answer you keep going. “Please, I ask you to listen before judging them…” you say while rummaging into your bag.

“Sweetheart… we both know I won’t like it so why losing both our times. Watch your thing if you want. I'll go out with the boys"

“Please Eddie” you borderline beg. “I want you to listen before making your mind on if you go out with the boys or watch the Unplugged with me…”

Eddie let out a huge sigh. “Baby… I love you but I’m convinced their music is gonna be those kind of crap I hear on the radio when I go to stores or when I was selling weed at parties in high school. It’s not my type of music.. and I didn’t know it was yours”

“Eddie I can swear to you that it’s not Pop music! I hate pop music” You say while finally finding the Bleach album in your bag. “And their first album is the best! Please Eddie… I discovered them at the record store not on some crappy radio station. Trust me…”

Eddie ends up caving in. “I give you one song to convince me.”

You almost jump up and down and run to the CD player, you put the CD in and put it on the seventh track: Negative Creep.

Kurt and Krist’s first strums echo in the apartment, Eddie is positively surprised by what he is hearing, at half of the song you can even spot him head-banging and play the air guitar. You smile when you spot your boyfriend being so entranced by the music that he forgot his preconceived ideas about Nirvana. When the song ends, you look at Eddie hopeful.

“That was pretty sick” Eddie ends up saying. “I understand why you love them, they are not some pop crap…” Eddie admits.

“Told ya!” You proudly say. “You should trust me Eds, I work in a record store after all.”

Eddie kisses the crown of your head “I’m sorry for doubting your excellent musical taste my darling” Eddie says in a theatrical voice.

“Does that mean you’re gonna watch the Unplugged with me?” You hopefully ask.

Eddie hugs you from behind and says in your ear “I will make an effort to watch the insufferable channel that is MTV to watch it with you”. Once he’s done with his statement, Eddie kisses your cheek and then your neck before turning you around so you face him. As soon as you’re face to face, you lean in and kiss Eddie’s lips. “Thank you kind sir, for sharing this moment with me.” You say before sitting on the couch together.

An hour later, you and Eddie are watching Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged, not knowing that you’re watching what will be one of Nirvana’s last concert. You don’t know yet that this performance will be considered one of the greatest performance in the history of Rock music but you and Eddie both praised the concert. When you saw the stage you were so excited and told Eddie how bold of a move it was to create a setting resembling a funeral, especially for a rock concert. You were surprised when members of a group named Meat Puppet came on stage with them. And you were a bit disappointed when they didn’t do an encore, but Eddie reminded you that after all, they are not-conformist at all. Eddie even told you he was so happy and baffled they decided to be non-conformist on MTV. According to him, this band will have a huge and long-lasting impact on the rock n roll scene. Eddie even told you that if they ever had a concert in a Chicago, he’ll come with you.

At the end of the concert, after turning the TV off, you told Eddie how they didn’t play most of their hits. Even before seeing what the critics had to say, you and Eddie both agreed that this performance wouldn’t be forgotten, and you were right.

[florallylly]

side b: steve harrington

side a side a: eddie munson

side b

explanation post

FORGET THE FORMATTING!!! PLS BE QUIET!!! anyways into steve harrington. his playlist is SAUR bubblegum lesbian pop. and tbh i really tried to kind of blend new/old in side a with eddie and make it smth MAYBE he would listen to? but steve, i automatically pegged him as 80s pop and lesbian music like. you probably listen to bruce springsteen but in my heart u know who rina sawayama is. anyways yes steve harrington coping through partying and then falling in lurv.

YES he admits it as soon as it happens bc he's emotionally intelligent and he knows himself thank u for coming to my ted talk

“Perfect Places” Lorde; “Have another drink, get lost in us/this is how we get notorious” “Every night, I live and die/meet somebody, take ‘em home” YEAH…. steve harrington coping post season-2 and stancy break up by  partying and drinking and sleeping around. like i see it…. i was there and it’s so. desperation to find peace and eventually settling for oblivion bc nothing is better than everything 

“Heaven/Hell” CHVRCHES; this song is so steve harrington to me i can’t even describe…. like it’s so disillusionment with his former sense of self and what he used to attach importance to. and he feels like a fraud and also an imposter, surrounded by people who he’s outgrown. and somehow it also feels like no one has truly realized that vital shift. it’s SAUR “is it right if i’m a perfect actress/playing the princess in distress?” “is it alright if i save myself and/if i clean up my own mess” IDK. why is that so steve to me. 

“Stand Back” Stevie Nicks; like LIKE this song is so everyone wants me except for you/you’re the only one i want. idk…. steve harrington this is so you to me. he is so pining he is so what if he is so i built our future in my head and now everything is crumbling down around me. you have changed me so deeply that i can never go back to the same person i was before i met you. and the world around me stays stagnant and stuck in time, with me out like a sore thumb. like i’m sobbing crying frothing at the mouth…. 

“Head Over Heels/Broken” Tears for Fears; a classic… a classic… but also like a little mashup moment to make it narratively appropriate in my head. also the applause at the end is giving the curtains are down the performance is over… king steve lays down his crown… AM I INSANE IN THIS MOMENT… 

“Honey Understand” Noso; to me this is a little bit of a moment like if i’m misinterpreting this song wrong SO embarrassing. but literally?? i think it’s so steve… bc it’s like in any break up it’s always going to be him at fault because he’s the ladies man and the popular jerk. he’s always going to be made out to be a villain in certain people’s eyes. like what am i even saying but you get it right… and it’s like how can i even keep fighting when i’m already crumbling apart. but also you’ll never know bc i’ll never let anyone know how bad it is … i’m unwell 

“Deliverance” CHVRCHES; i think this is actually about religion (maybe?) but i’m thinking of it as more of a general framework or life view that steve held before the upside down. he’s had to rethink what’s important and what matters like fr…. and now that he’s spending more time with eddie and realizing things about… naur it’s like this moment is his watershed moment and he’s being set free of smth like… his king steve persona?? his guilt over barb?? any other head canon ??? or maybe it’s like his fucked up coping viewed as something that’s bringing him back to his “normal” self… like back 2 parties back 2 alcoholism 

“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight” ABBA; like YEAH of course this song is on here. and it’s so hello steve harrington are you on the prowl are you looking for something so you can actually feel something

“Take Me Home Tonight” Eddie Money; pretty self explanatory like… steve harrington you are turning to sex to distract yourself and chasing the way you felt before. also in comparison to gimme gimme gimme, this is a more self aware reflection like. post nut clarity. but also in my head this is steve harrington meeting with eddie munson s2 and making the impulsive decision to follow him literally anywhere, kick starting everything that follows. 

“Yours” Now, Now; attraction bantering cockiness like it’s all there like it’s everything… it’s everything…. 

“Untouched” The Veronicas, I DON’T CARE IF IT DOESN’T FIT … this song is so important to me and it’s saur…. steve harrington you are getting attached steve harrington you are falling in love. to be clear this is before they get together or do anything like…. this is the pining this is the wanting 

“Don’t You Want Me” The Human League; so basically added for vibes, didn’t pay much attention to the lyrics and meaning. IT’S JUST SO …. 80s pop and 80s pop is so steve. HOWEVER i feel like i can use this as my little soap box bc “you were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar… turned you int someone new/now five years later on, you’ve got the world at your feet” is saur nancy and “the five years we have had have been such good at times, I still love you/ but now, i think it’s time i lived my life on my own” is SAUR steve. like nancy wheeler in s4 reflecting on steve’s changes and the fandom’s reflection of pushing this narrative that nancy was the main reason and the greatest influence on steve’s change. my pet peeve…. let’s not forget the trauma he went through that could have shook his entire worldview. also ??? he’s a big boy with his own thoughts let him have a little ponder. i would add more but i’m not capable of totally explaining this at all JUST !!! ugh but yeah steve harrington you are attracted to eddie munson song

“Forever Tonight” Kelechi; “love me like there’s no tomorrow/kiss me like we’re out of time” DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYTHING??? I AM IN REAL PAIN!!! 

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You” KISS; KEYSTONE SONG. yes they fucked yes they fucked. and OKAY idc if it’s cheesy YOU try to fit in a semi-metal song into your 80s/lesbian pop playlist

“Lay All Your Love On Me” ABBA; OMG …. it is so necessary. that is all. LIKE SO NEEDED. 

“Hungry Eyes” Eric Carmen; it’s literally from dirty dancing like what else can i say… steve harrington is having his little romcom moment. honestly he’s practically one of the brat pack. he’s LIVING it he’s living it

“Keep on Loving You” REO Speedwagon; okay they were killing on anniversaries i just know it. like this is so my parent’s wedding. it’s so puffed sleeve dresses and slow dancing at prom and steve is a ROMANTIC. steve is a ROMANTIC in a small midwest town like. where was his prom king moment 

“Seven Wonders” Fleetwood Mac; lowkey a filler song but yes can anything compare to the beauty of this moment something very romantic. this is on the mixtape for sure 

“(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” Blue Oyster Cult; ONCE AGAIN I KNOW IT DOESNT FIT THAT WELL… but this is a keystone song… a metal song forcefully inserted into the playlist. this is supposed to mark the point where steve falls in love love. but what i got from the song is basically like. we’re going to die anyways let’s just fall in love. i’m sure that’s way simplistic but vibe… 

“Horses” Maggie Rogers; sorry I’m…. gay….? and it’s like it’s like it’s like i wanna be free i wanna be free with you do you wanna be free with me. in a more romantic and AHHHH way but like how do i even begin to try and describe how this song makes me feel like… unreal. but it’s also like a little stop for steve to doubt and think about what he’s feeling and deciding to do ??? idk where i was going with that. but yes my little interlude for pondering

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu (Acoustic)” The Maine; keystone song keystone song. when steve admits he is in lurv of course. chose the acoustic version bc i feel like it fits better and also i think it’s more of a soft realization for steve rather than the absolute car wreck that is eddie. please understand my thoughts immediately 

[anarchiii]

Date night-5 —ACOTAR AU

Part five | warnings: fluff | Azriel x Gwyn

Summary: Azriel and Gwyn go out for a well deserved date night.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Azriel’s POV

“My love, are you sure we can’t just stay home? It’s less expensive and we are closer to Edven,” Gwyn said once again. His wife. Worrying about money when she didn’t have to, he had more than enough money to spend, “hush Gwyn, there is no need to worry about things such as money, it will all be taken care of. Speaking of. Let me take care of you, please.” He answered her, it had been more than five months since their child had came into this world and Gwyn had not once rested, so Azriel had planned the perfect night for them—no baby, no jobs, no responsibilities.— Just them. Together.

Azriel wore a completely black suit with silver accents and his wife in a tight black dress with silver and cobalt blue jewellery—to match his siphons of course—once they were all ready and out the door, Azriel interlocked their arms. And they headed to Sevanda’s, after a decently quick walk to the riverside restaurant, “Azriel, Gwyneth! Lovely to see you both!” Sevanda’s voice like honey. The owner directed them to their table. It’s located outside on the balcony, a clear view of the Sidra and the neighbouring mountains, Azriel—ever the gentleman—pulled out one of the two chairs for his wife, moving it forward when his wife was seated on it, he then sat in the other chair. Sevanda listed tonight’s special’s and once they had told her what they wanted. She half-skipped her way to the kitchens.

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Gwyn’s POV

They conversed in a casual conversation while waiting for the first course to arrive, talking about their day and anything they found interesting, a waiter approached with two silver plates covered with a matching cover, he placed the first one before her, and then the second before her husband. She had ordered a smoked trout and Azriel had ordered a T-bone steak.

They dined, ate, and talked for hours, only leaving when their stomach’s were full and the restaurant closed. They walked along the Sidra. Gwyn holding on Azriel’s arm and resting her head on his shoulder, Azriel’s cheek laying atop her head, “tonight was good” she said ever so quietly as if not wanting to break the calming silence Velaris radiated at this time of night, “yeah, it was.” Azriel returned.

Soon enough, they were back at their house, undressing and changing into more comfortable clothing, Edven—their child—was staying with Rhys and Feyre, little Eddie more than happy to have a sleepover with his cousin. Azriel was in bed when she had finally finished taking out her earrings. She joined her husband in bed, Azriel immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest, he kissed her head before turning off the Faelights and closing his eyes, Gwyn fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and the quite thump of his heart. It was moments like these Gwyn loved the most. Just her and her husband, cuddled up under the covers, how ever had she gotten so lucky?

The End.

-taglist

@illyrianbitch

@writingcroissant

@shadowsingerr

@azrielhours

@azriel-is-my-cinnamon-roll

@azrielsiphons

[carlsdarling]

Playlist

Ok this is probably the weirdest combination of songs you’ve ever seen… there is a reason none of my friends wants to listen to any music with me. But it’s what I listen to when I write and I get a lot of inspiration from it… (yes a lot of 80’s, I just love the spirit of 80’s music a lot, and also some German bands)

Tags: @enid-rhees @wh0reishslxtsstuff

Ease My Mind - The Faim Scorpions – Send Me An Angel Don Henley – The Boys Of Summer The Hunna – Flickin‘ your hair Nightwish – Bless the child Nightwish – End Of All Hope Sirenia – The Path to Decay Sirenia – Lost In Life Blue Oyster Cult – Don’t Fear The Reaper America – The Last Unicorn U96 – Love Sees No Colour Alter Bridge – This Is War Alter Bridge – Open Your Eyes Seether feat. Amy Lee– Broken Pharao – There Is A Star Republica – Out Of The Darkness Bryan Adams – Summer of 69 Thirty Seconds To Mars – This Is War Genesis – In Too Deep Blackmore’s Night – World Of Stone The Cranberries – Zombie Good Charlotte – Life Changes The Killers – Run For Cover The Killers – When You Were Young Biffy Clyro – Black Chandelier Low Shoulder – Through The Trees Madonna – Live To Tell Whitesnake – Is This Love Ronan Keating – Iris Papa Roach – Feel Like Home Guano Apes – Living In A Lie Johnny Cash – Hurt Def Leppard – Hysteria The Naked And Famous – Young Blood The Naked And Famous – Rolling Waves The Naked And Famous – Punching In A Dream Breaking Benjamin – Diary Of Jane Fury In The Slaughterhouse – I won’t forget these days Prime Circle – Ghosts Ed Sheeran – Castle On The Hill My Chemical Romance – Helena Sunrise Avenue – Little Bit Love Rea Garvey – Can’t Say No Kings Of Leon– This Sex Is On Fire Steven Tyler, Red, White And You Churches – Leave A Trace Eddie Money – Take Me Home Tonight ASP – Ungeschickte Liebesbriefe RIVO DREI – Wie Flugzeuge Max Giesinger – Legenden Silbermond - Symphonie Oomph – Augen Auf Eisblume – Eisblumen Echt – Du trägst keine Liebe in dir Unheilig – Geboren, um zu leben Avril Lavigne -Losing Grip White Lies – Bigger Than Us Mumford & Sons – Ditmas Bryan Adams – Run To You U2 – City Of Blinding Lights Red Jumpsuit Apparatus – Face Down The Fray – You Found Me Lifehouse – Hanging By A Moment Lifehouse – Everything Lifehouse - Broken Kim Petras – Can’t Do Better Placebo – Every you, every me Counting Crows – Colorblind Puddle of Mudd – Blurry HIM – Heartache Every Moment HIM – Venus Doom HIM – Behind The Crimson Door HIM – Poison Girl Creed – Higher Sum 41 – Fat Lip Lee Ann Womack – I Hope You Dance Angels And Airwaves – Surrender Staind – Outside Staind – So Far Away Whitney Houston – It’s Not Right But It’s Ok (Thunderpuss Mix) Incubus – Wish You Were Here Disturbed – Prayer Blink-182 – What’s my age again

[nintendo-killed-atari]

‼️my username as songs I listen to on a somewhat regular basis‼️

my homie @transfloppa tagged me, so hell yeah

N - New Noise by Refused

I - I Am Who I Am by The Books

N - No Destruction by Foxygen

T - Telephone Number by Junko Ohashi

E - Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol

N - New Body Rumba by LCD Soundsystem

D - Dubai by Surfing

O - Ocean Drive by Miami Nights 1984

K - Karaoke by Ginger Root

I - I’m Glad by Captain Beefheart

L - Love On A Real Train by Tangerine Dream

L - Lies & Promises by Kajagoogoo

E - Exit Music by Radiohead

D - Dem My Dogs by Healy

A - Alone Again Or by Love

T - Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money

A - Art & Crafts by Mag.Lo

R - Relax by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

I - I Love Rock ‘N Roll by Joan Jett

yes half of it is literally just music from Bandersnatch shush

people I'm tagging in this:

@walrusi @egot1stical @joeyclaire @paradoxespersonified @norwegianblackmetal @adaricruz @karis-nemik @pixelfont52

Feel free to join if I didn’t tag you, I’m like tired af.

[hoot-h00t]

tagged by @ratthumbsup to post 5 songs i’ve been listening to lately!! ty mer mwah 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i have no idea what my actual top five on repeat are but here are my best guesses/songs i’ve had stuck in my head:

Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

TEXAS HOLD ‘EM by Beyoncé

Moon Girl by Ha Vay

Strong Enough by Molly Tuttle and Madison Cunningham

Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money with Ronnie Spector

i’ll tag in @bruciebabie and @ratgirlianthe and don’t really know who else still to tag at this point so do it if you want to do it! now i wanna talk about All the music i’m listening to lately 😭😭

[writebackatya]

1, 24, 36, 84 for personal ask game

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

In no particular order:

Space Oddity -David Bowie

Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Jack Sparrow - The Lonely Island

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

White & Nerdy - "Weird Al" Yankovic

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Yeah I love collecting physical media, it's so fun to have whenever I move. Anyway I got movies, books, graphic novels, comic books, video games, and some nice toys/figures. Not really into collecting EVERYTHING these days, just things I want, you know?

36: Define Art

Short for Arthur

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

What goes around, comes around