#plus my queue is almost full

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[1.7k] they want to believe jack when he says he has a girlfriend. they really do. it's just kind of hard to do so when they never see her. or, in which everyone is worried jack has found himself in a parasocial relationship.

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“Fuck.”��

Jack raised his head, finding his attention drawn to his captain sitting on the aisle across from him on the bus. He watched as the man began patting himself down before he let out a sigh, standing up to reach for his bag on the overhead shelf. Yet, whatever he was trying to find was a fruitless endeavour as he settled back in his seat with a frown on his face.

“You good?” 

“Hm,” Nico hummed, letting out another long breath as he leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, I just forgot my headphones.”

“Nico Hischier not being organised?” Jack teased, a smile growing on his face. “Someone alert the authorities.”

Nico huffed out a laugh. “Ha. Ha. Ha.” 

“Just messin’ with you, cap,” Jack mused, deciding to be the better person and not point out the fact he could see Nico’s dimple even if the boy tried to act like he wasn’t laughing. “Here, I’ll share my music with you. Because I’m nice like that.”

The older boy raised his brows. “Your music for the full five hour drive?”

Jack raised his brows in return. “Do you have anything else better to do?”

“Fair enough,” Nico murmured before he reached over, taking the airpod and slipping it into his ear. “But I get to add some songs too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack waved him off before handing over his phone. “Maybe try more English rap songs so I can understand them too, yeah?” 

“Sure, because I’m nice like that,” Nico said with a grin before he turned to shift his attention to Jack’s phone. He clicked on the queue, his brows furrowing slightly when he saw the songs lined up. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Nico murmured. “I just thought you were a country music kind of guy. Never thought you’d be into the rock scene.”

Jack’s cheeks burned as he let out a slightly strained laugh. “I was, uh, broadening my horizons.”

Nico turned to look at him. “So you chose one band? You know, I know a couple of bands if you want them—”

“I’m fine with that band,” Jack said, flashing his captain a smile. 

“You’ve liked every one of their songs.”

“Mhm.”

“So, you know you like the genre, at least. Maybe you should try—”

“I’m good.”

“Jack—”

“Start queuing songs before I take my phone back, Hisch.”

Nico stared at him for a few moments, noting the way he fidgeted in his seat with his cheeks flushed far brighter than they should be with the bus AC blasting. But, Nico decided he would be nice this time around and not bring it up.

Not yet, at least.

Plus the band Jack had chosen was pretty good, if he did say so himself.

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“What are you giggling at?”

“I’m not giggling at anything.” 

Luke narrowed his eyes. “You literally giggled as you said that.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Unfortunately for Luke, this had been a recurring conversation over the last few weeks because, despite what he said, Jack spent the better part of his free time giggling at his phone. It was sickening and annoying and Luke was so done with trying to scroll through TikTok with his brother snickering like some teenage girl in the background. 

It was starting to grate on his last nerve.

“You’re so full of shit,” Luke grumbled as he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, narrowing his eyes on his big brother from over the kitchen counter. 

“Maybe you should find someone to text and stop bothering me,” Jack retorted, the words slipping past his lips so casually, almost like he hadn’t realised what he said. 

But Luke heard loud and clear.

He straightened up in his seat, his annoyance now replaced with curiosity and he flashed his brother an inquisitive look. “Who are you messaging that has you giggling?” 

“I am not giggling,” Jack huffed out before he lifted his head, finally looking away from his phone screen to catch his brother’s gaze. “And, for your information, I am texting my girlfriend.” 

A few moments of silence passed as both boys stared at each other.

Luke blinked. “When the fuck did you get a girlfriend?” 

“It’s new,” Jack said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. 

Luke’s eyes narrowed. “How new?” 

“Just a couple of months or so,” Jack murmured, at least having the guts to look a little sheepish as a light blush spread across his cheeks. 

“Months?!” Luke repeated with a scoff, the bowl of cereal he was snacking on now long forgotten. “How come this is the first time I’m hearing of it?” 

“We are keeping things private!” Jack defended. 

“I’m your brother!” Luke retorted. “You’re meant to tell me shit. I’d tell you if I had a girlfriend! Quinn would tell me if he had a girlfriend!” 

“But neither of you do,” he snapped back with a shit-eating grin. 

“And you supposedly do,” Luke muttered, shaking his head. “What’s her name?” 

“That’s not important.”

Luke blinked. “Uh, yeah, dude, I think it is.” 

Jack shrugged again. “Maybe I don’t want you to know.” 

“Why not?” Luke questioned, watching his brother just shrug again—not that he was getting fucking sick of that or anything—before he glared. “Is it someone I know?” 

“Maybe.” 

“You’re being ridiculously vague right now and it’s annoying as fuck,” Luke told him. 

Jack’s grin widened. “I know!” 

“Fine, keep your stupid secrets,” Luke grumbled as he reached for his spoon again, rolling his eyes when he heard Jack laughing. “Like I fucking care anyways.” 

But he did. 

He really fucking did and he would find out who this secret girlfriend was if it’s the last thing he did. 

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“Yeah, I mean, I love my parents but I wish my girlfriend could’ve made it out. It would have been nice to have her here for the family skate too.” 

That was all it took for the hustling and bustling of the locker room to come to a screeching halt. 

Jack frowned, his hands holding his jersey in his hand that he had just taken off as he glanced around the room. All of the boys were giving him different looks: some concerned, some amused, some confused. It was throwing him off. 

“Uh, what?” 

“You have a girlfriend?” It was Dawson who eventually asked, his brows furrowed together in questioning.

“Yeah,” Jack nodded, feeling an odd sense of deja vu from the conversation he had with Luke a few weeks ago. “Geez, I didn’t realise we had to announce stuff like this now.”

“I mean,” Jesper spoke up, shrugging his shoulders. “We’re close, yeah? We usually just tell each other these things. You’ve never mentioned her before.”

“Don’t bother asking for her name,” Luke grumbled from the other side of the locker room.

“She’s not coming to the family skate?” Nico questioned, focusing the attention back to Jack who simply shrugged.

“She travels a bunch for work,” Jack explained. “Or, at least, for right now. She’s out in Nashville right now so she couldn’t make it.”

“But I thought you were all over that rockstar girl,” Simon spoke up from his stall, leaning back against the cubby, half dressed and legs spread. “Every time I open Twitter, I see it.”

Jack’s cheeks burned. 

Jesper gave him a disapproving look. “Don’t tell me you’ve been commenting on another girl’s instagram when you have a girlfriend. What does she think about it?”

“She likes them!” Jack defended. 

Jesper frowned. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of desperate on instagram,” Simon continued with a snort.

“Well, she hasn’t told me to stop,” Jack huffed.

“Yes, because a rockstar with a couple of million followers would personally reach out to stop you,” Luke drawled, a heavy layer of sarcasm dripping from his words.

“She would, considering she is my girlfriend.”

Once again, the locker room fell silent.

“You’re fucking shitting me,” Luke eventually spoke up, shaking his head. “You really think we believe that you pulled her?” 

Jack frowned. “What’s so hard to believe about that?”

“She’s an international rockstar and you’re just a dude who plays hockey,” Luke retorted. 

“So are you!” 

“Yeah, and I’m not sitting here trying to tell people I’m dating Taylor Swift, am I?”

“This is different,” Jack huffed before looking around the room. “I’m dating her! I really am! We met at that rock bar in Jersey City a couple of months ago and we’ve been chatting ever since.”

The boys all gave each other various looks.

“Fine, don’t believe,” Jack grumbled as he leaned down to start untying his skates. “I know I’m telling the truth. It’s not my fault you don’t believe me.”

For the record, only Jim and Ellen Hughes showed up to the New Jersey Devils’ family skate. 

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“So, I’ve been talking to Luke.” 

“Oh great,” Jack grumbled as he sunk further into the pillows of the living room couch.

“And I went on Twitter.”

“You must have been pretty bored to redownload it,” Jack commented, suddenly finding interest in the strings of his hoodie, instead of his brother’s face on the phone screen. He should have known it was odd when Quinn messaged to check he was home alone before he called.

“Jack.” 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jack whined as he tried to hide himself deeper into his hoodie. “Whatever Luke told you is bullshit.”

“So you’re not telling people you’re dating an international rock sensation?” 

“Well, I’m not telling everyone,” Jack corrected. “But I am dating her!”

“Uh huh.”

“Not you too,” Jack groaned, throwing his head back and finding his gaze locked on some random part of the ceiling. “Quinn, why would I lie about this?” 

“Because you took a rough hit to the head.”

His head quickly snapped down to glare at his older brother who had the audacity to smirk in response. 

“We’re just worried, Jack. You don’t mention a single thing about talking to her. Then you’re showing up in her comments. And then you’re claiming to date her. All whilst playing and training like normal.”

Jack rolled his eyes.

“It’s fine if you have a little crush or something but—”

“She isn’t just a crush, she’s my girlfriend,” Jack repeated for the umpteenth time. “You’ll see soon.”

Quinn didn’t look awfully convinced  but he knew better than to push Jack on the matter any further. He instead shifted the conversation to a power play from the game before and, thankfully, Jack took the bait. In fact, he was far too busy rambling to even notice Quinn typing out a message straight to Luke. 

quinnifer: ur right 

quinnifer: he’s a fucking lost cause

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[eddiesghxst]

PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/12)

helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3

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song inspo for this chappy hehe:

Steve and Robin love karaoke. 

Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadn’t expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.

For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as you’d like on the sidewalk. 

In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, who’s quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.

It’s stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.

Sure, you’ve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when it’s not the heat of the moment and you’re simply walking around. It’s weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuck— you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.

“Steve wants to start karaoke with Queen— like any karaoke amateur would.” Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddie’s hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.

“Because it’s the perfect opener!” Steve stresses. “Everybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, I’m not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.” Robin argues. 

Steve’s jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing he’d ever heard, “Their songs are not that long. And even if they are, they’re fucking amazing, so what’s your point.” “My point is we’re not starting the night with Queen.”

They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.

By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so it’s just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.

“Are you going to sing?” Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, “I’m not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?” Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, “Unfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.”

As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. “I put you down together, but there’s a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song you’ll sing.” She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, “So, let’s cut to the chase. What’s going on between you and Eddie?” She asks.

Nancy’s eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robin’s ribs, “Ow!” “Rob, you can’t just ask people that— god.” You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. “Sorry if I’m interested in keeping tabs on my friend!” Robin sarcastically argued.

Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. “Look, I’m just guessing— based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurant— that something is going on. Oh— unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.” Robin rambles.

“Robin,” Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, “You don’t have to answer either way since it’s none of our business.” She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. “No, it’s fine, I understand, but um,” You shrug, “It’s just a business thing.” You finally answer.

And, technically, you’re not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie… and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but you’re not sure how appropriate it would be to say, ‘Yeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesn’t, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now we’re kind of in a weird spot because we don’t hate each other but we can’t like each other. Oh yeah, and here’s the kicker, Eddie’s been a total asshole this entire time, and it’s fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!’

It’s a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, so…. business thing it is. 

Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, “That didn’t sound very sure.” She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, “What happened to it being none of our business?” She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. “It’s a business thing, but…” Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, “I mean, it’s… it’s complicated.” 

Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, “So, how did you two meet?” 

You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, “Well, I’m a writer for Rolling Stone magazine—” Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, “No shit? Nancy’s a journalist too— ow!” She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, “Would you stop bullying me?” She frowns.

Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, “Alright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.”

Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewis’ Heart and Soul. You’ve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chair— and you’re thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.

It’s their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but you’ve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations you’ve had with Nancy. There’s a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit.

Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; she’s become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, “So,” you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, “What’s the dynamic here?” You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.

Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, “So basically,” He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, “Nancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.” You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. “But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed. 

Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” You tilt your head, “Okay, I see it now.”

Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, “I heard that, assholes… you’re not wrong.” She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.

“Steve’s actually seeing a girl now; she’s in nursing school.” Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself,  “Nursing school?”

Nancy nods as she sips her drink, “He goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.” 

Robin plops down into her seat, “What are we talking about? Steve’s hot nurse babe?” She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, “Can you believe they’ve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!”

Eddie snorts, “Then who’s he talking to on the phone?” Robin shrugs, “Who knows at this point.”

Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.” Robin teases.

Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friends— your cheeks hurt from smiling. “She’s real, okay? She’s real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you haven’t met her yet is because she’s literally in nursing school— she has a busy schedule!”

And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey. 

You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but you’re too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancy’s scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, “We have to outsing them, obviously.”

And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song you’d like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because “He’s gonna shit his pants.”

You go back and forth on who will take which role— who will sing Tom Petty’s key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's key— but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. She’s a good flirt, that’s indisputable.

You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the song— Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use before— and well, Eddie’s head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.

And you’re doing good; you’re doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancy— Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart around— and, well… you think you made your point clear.

You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and you’re all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy you’d just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and they’re all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, “That was cruel, princess.”

You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, “Did you get the hint?” You tease.

Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you don’t fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, “Yeah… Yeah, I got the hint.” He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.

You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, “Good.”

It’s a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.

They ramble a lot— Steve and Robin— you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so she’s moving about the room with grace and precision.

When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. “I would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.” Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve. 

You don’t blame them; they’re basically on holiday, and you would do the same.

Your and Eddie’s rooms are on a different floor, and it’s a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say something— what, you’re not sure.

“I like your friends.”

That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, “Yeah? They didn’t scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?” He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, “I’ve dealt with worse.” You tease.

Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, “Good night, Eddie.”

Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, “Not gonna finish our conversation?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I hardly believe you’d be doing much talking if I let you in right now.” And you don’t think you’re ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.

Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.”

His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. “I didn’t choose that song for the hell of it, you know?” You ask. “Stevie’s got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if I’ll be covering her again.” You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?

Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, “Yeah, I know,” He softly replies.

You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, “Listen to the tape.” He reminds you.

You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, “Are you under the impression that this would make up for everything?” You ask.

And you don’t mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if that’s what he’s hoping, then he’s wrong. This doesn’t fix everything. This doesn’t fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. It’s a start, but it’s not a finish as well.

And although Eddie’s expression falters, he shakes his head, “No. But I still want you to listen.”

You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. “Good night, Eddie.” You softly say.

By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so they’re not doused with the ghost of Eddie’s cologne and shampoo— but you don’t go long with Eddie out of your mind because there’s a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.

You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task you’d had for tonight— listen to the tape.

The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.

You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.

It’s silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. There’s a clearing of a throat— it’s Eddie, you can tell— and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord. 

The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.

Your heart races when Eddie’s voice seeps into the melody. It’s a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesn’t have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddie’s voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.

I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug

Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love

I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago

I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know

The city's got me falling now

It’s… fuck, it’s fucking good, and you haven’t even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because it’s a direct callout to you.

I'm fading away, I'm losing my head

I know you said leave, but fuck what you said

As much as you wish you could say you hate it… you don’t.

Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddie— which definitely aids to your feelings towards the track— it’s genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.

The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me

It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine

Your body looks like heaven and

I wanna give up, I just wanna leave

I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze

The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shit— you’re at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling. 

I can't believe this is happening

What did I do? What did she do to me?

…

Mending my brain again

Please don't give up on me

This hurts tremendously

How will this end for me?

When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and you’re left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.

You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly because— how do you feel? You’re not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more because— isn’t this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where he’s at when it comes to you. And is it enough?

Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what he’d ruined? 

Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, it’s not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. You’re both learning, and you’re both trying to fix the damage that’s been done, and it might take time, but if you both want it— if Eddie really wants you— then the time and work it takes to fix things won’t be a bother.

You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddie’s voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.

And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before.

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part eleven

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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.

also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btw🫣

i hope u enjoyed and i love love love reading any and all feedback as well as ur silly thots <3 AND AS ALWAYS, TY FOR READING, I LOVE U SO BIG MWAH <3

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[hihellogoodbyebruh]

WIP THURSDAY

Hi hi! I've never done one of these before, but I'm trying to be back in my writer bag so I wanted to just let everyone know what I have in the queue. Full disclosure, I did have a death in the family last week so I haven't written at all lately, BUT I do have a couple almost finished fics that I wanted to let ya'll know to be on the lookout for and I can know what you're most excited for.

Plus, I owe y'all a sneak peek too right? :)

Untitled - Tony Stark x Past Black!OC (Melanie Houghton), Tony x Black!Daughter (Nia)

Tony's daughter gets in trouble at school. Fluff piece mostly. warnings: microagressions/racism in school

Seduce - Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Just a smutty drabble based on the Russ song of the same name. warnings: choking kink

Fall Slowly - Kane Hamilton x Black!Reader

Kane and Reader in a toxic ass relationship. Drabble based on the Joyner Lucas song of the same name. warnings: domestic violence

What's it Gonna Be? - Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size Reader (nicknamed 'Cookie')

AU-Season 3, A tale as old as time. Girl likes boy. Other girl also likes boy. Boy likes one girl more than the other. Which girl is which? warnings: fatphobia, childhood bullying, canon violence (none of these are featured in the sneak peek)

Below the break is the aforementioned sneak peek. Thanks as always for the support. xo

Franklin just watched as you tried blowing the piece of hair out of your eyesight. He traced your forehead, down your nose, your juicy lips, and chin with his eyes. He could stare at you all day.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You squinted at him, trying to gauge where he was coming from. “Don’t play with me, Frankie.”

“I’m not playing. You do know that, right?”

His eyes stayed on you and you tried maintaining eye contact as well but you soon felt overwhelmed so you looked away at the people skating.

Franklin wouldn’t let you hide so he gripped your chin to bring your attention back to him. “Right?”

You bit your lip before replying, “Of course I know that. Why are you saying it?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ve ever told you, and it needed to be said.” He answered, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

To him, it was.

Once again, he left you speechless. Your head tilted to the side as you studied him suspiciously “Well thanks, I think.”

“You think?” His eyebrow rose. Now he was the one confused by what you said.

You pursed your lips for a second before broaching the subject. “How’s Mel?”

“She’s aight I guess.” He shrugged, breaking eye contact with you and looking off to the side. His body language completely changed. “She’s leaving soon.”

“Hm. Pity.” You deadpanned, smacking his hand down so he wasn’t touching your face anymore.

“Cookie-” Franklin began but you cut him off.

“Save it.” You stood up to walk away when you were stopped by a warm hand on your stomach.

“Wait a second…” Franklin insisted, standing up the same moment you did. His fingers flexed on your stomach to keep you in place.

You both stood there quietly for a moment before your eyes went from his hand to his face. Your heads were close together with an inch of space between them. You wanted to kiss him. Declare your love for him. But all you could do was stare.

“Franklin?” A voice called out and you looked over his shoulder to see Mel standing there with skates in her hands. “I’m on my break.”

You smirked at Franklin and nodded your head towards Mel. “There go yo lil friend.” You raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

OK, FULL LIST OF ALL THE REQUESTS I HAVE AT THE MOMENT, UNDER THE CUT!!

"unspecified" just means the asker didn't specifically say "can I get headcanons/reaction/fic" for the request; there might be context in the request itself implying which type of content would be best suited for it, but it's not 100% specified

and my lil "??" denotes something where I think either a type of content or an AU might apply but, again, it's not specified so I'm not 100% sure but there's something in the request which makes me lean in a certain direction

it took nearly 3600 words just to describe all the things in the list so you guys got a lot to look forward to! ... and, obviously, I have a lot to look forward to creating! <3

requests that are done and in the queue ready to be posted (in no particular order)

headcanons: reacting to S/O in shorts and a tank top during the summer [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

‘kisses’ meme: #45, sleepy kisses [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence; Sebastian]

reaction: a goth horror-loving S/O [Sebastian]

reaction: S/O who likes to fawn over them [Sascha; Wolfram]

‘card suits’ meme: 4 of spades Alois; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘soft Sunday’ headcanon meme: favorite way to receive affection?; favorite way to give affection?; are they loud and proud about their relationships, or do they keep it private?; would your muse be the one doing most of the cooking or not?; is your muse good at housework? [Peter]

headcanons: progressive falling in love [Snake]

reaction: S/O who never curses [Peter]

requests that have not yet been done

reaction: S/O who likes to hug them a lot [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; MacMillan; Soma]

unspecified: S/O gets sick and almost dies [modern!Agni]

fic: reader empathizing with Cheslock and they comfort each other

reaction: modern person showing up at the manor with the earls’ revived siblings who has their soul back [Alois; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: (male) S/O saves them but loses his life [Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s short and feisty but soft around him [Joker]

unspecified: reader escapes an arranged marriage and disguises themself as a man to work as a butler, meets Grell and they both get a crush; reader’s parents come back and try to force them home, Grell shows up to rescue and confess to them

reaction: domestic life [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: male S/O [Ciel]

headcanons: poly [Joker x S/O x Dagger]

reaction: learning S/O is a member of a K-pop group [Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: NSFW [Agni]

headcanons: arranged fiancee who’s very bold and ready for marriage (is also friends with Gregory who’s smitten with them) [Lawrence]

unspecified: S/O who’s a witch and headmistress of an orphanage [William]

reaction: S/O dying and coming back as a ghost [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

reaction: what hobbies do they have/would like to have? [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

headcanons: first kiss [Bard; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who works retail, he walks in on her getting scolded by the manager for no reason and he stands up for her [modern!Agni]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: heart; touch [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

headcanons OR scenario: first child is born [Grey]

preference: who prefers a dominant S/O?

preference: who prefers a plus size S/O?

reaction: S/O knitting them something [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

audio: escaping yandere S/O [Maurice]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “I know I fucked up. I know I did but don’t shut me out anymore. Let me in, please let me in.” [Gregory]

audio: fluff [Agni]

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Have you ever had something missing? Like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is.” [Agni]

headcanons: domestic [Patrick]

headcanons: older sister figure [Alois]

headcanons: chaotic reader [Joanne]

unspecified: older sibling figure reader [Ciel]

headcanons: angst [Maurice]

reaction: snow leopard demon S/O [Bravat; Hannah; Joanne; Snake; Triplets]

headcanons: romantic and expecting father [Rudger]

unspecified: loud, energetic girlfriend [Lawrence]

reaction: being proposed to [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘sense’ headcanon meme: sight; nose; heart; hands [Dagger; Peter]

unspecified: dealing with a powerful witch [Ciel; Edward]

reaction: multilingual S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

fic: Vincent x plus size (fem) reader who wears glasses (insecure day or taking her somewhere special]

unspecified: ADHD reader [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey; Undertaker]

‘kisses’ meme: 44, kissing every finger [Agni]

‘kisses’ meme: “free space” [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: getting a handmade blanket from their S/O [Alois; Ciel; Edward]

unspecified: Cheslock crushing on a student rep from a collaborating girls’ academy

‘it’s all about the yearning’ meme: “Just let me look at you for a little bit.” [Agni]

scenario: Joker taking his S/O and twin daughters out to the current city they’re living in, the girls drag them into a candy shop

unspecified: plus size insecure S/O [Joker]

reaction: meeting a modern person with modern technology who shows them videos, etc. [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who can shapeshift [Alois; Ciel]

unspecified: fluff [Alois]

scenario: S/O gives birth to their baby [Joker]

unspecified: protecting S/O on the Campania [Edward; Grey]

unspecified: trying to make a relationship work with limited time together [Wolfram]

headcanons: dealing with reader being sleep deprived [Cheslock and Gregory]

unspecified: S/O who makes (a very specific genre of) music as a coping mechanism [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Sebastian]

reaction: having to take care of their younger sibling [Cheslock; Clayton; Edgar; Edward; Gregory; Herman; Joanne; Lawrence; Soma]

fic: William x reader cooking together while he finally relaxes

fic: Wolfram x motherly reader singing lullabies to Sieglinde

unspecified: a day in Joker’s life taking care of baby Ellis, leading the circus, looking after his wife, and following Kelvin’s orders

unspecified: Beast x S/O training Betty after “The Sebastian Incident”

unspecified: NSFW, S/O’s first time and being gentle [Agni]

unspecified: S/O who can use death magic [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Soma rescuing reader from an abusive home after a relationship that starts with letters

‘card suits’ meme: 2 of spades; 3 of spades; 6 of diamonds; 8 of diamonds; ace of clubs; 3 of clubs; 4 of clubs; jack of clubs; queen of clubs; ace of hearts; 2 of hearts; 3 of hearts; 6 of hearts; 8 of hearts; 9 of hearts; queen of hearts; king of hearts [Peter]

fic: Ciel finding out his (male) S/O was part of the cult but was forced to participate

reaction: Undertaker, confronting his wife who’s responsible for the Phantomhive manor burning and the twins being in the cult, because she was jealous of his spending time with the Phantomhives

reaction: same-gender S/O [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

scenario: NSFW, bottom Joker x (male) S/O get interrupted

fic: Edward x reader (Ciel’s older sister) after Madame Red’s funeral

reaction to the scene [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Lizzie; Mey Rin; Sebastian]

headcanons: NSFW [Rudger]

unspecified: planning an engagement party with his S/O [Grey]

love letter: Grell

fic: soulmate AU, time freezes when you and your soulmate are in a room together for the first time and unfreezes when you make eye contact [Sebastian]

reaction: soulmate AU, everyone is born with a tattoo which glows when you meet your soulmate and fades to grey when they die, reader’s was grey from birth but starts to glow one day [Alan; Eric; Grell; Othello; Ronald; Rudger; Sascha; Undertaker; William]

free space! any character, concept, anything!

headcanons: with a tall angel-killing witch S/O [Grey]

fic: Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, she goes to his residence to invite him to The Event because Ciel thought he’d be more relaxed with a date

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

headcanons: big boobed girlfriend who lets them use her breasts as a pillow when they cuddle [Cheslock; Clayton; Edward; Joanne; Soma]

unspecified: enemies to lovers, fox demon future S/O [William]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Peter; Snake]

unspecified: crow or cat hybrid S/O [Alois; Ciel]

fic: Finny spending the day with his baby boy

unspecified: Derrick x S/O who tries (and succeeds) at helping him be a better person

unspecified: poly [Edward x (male) S/O x Cheslock]

headcanons: pole [Joker x S/O x Sebastian]

audio: Joanne being kissed and cuddled

unspecified: S/O from the future [Aleister]

unspecified: interested in a servant working at the Phantomhive manor [Aleister]

scenario: the one(s) Ciel wants revenge on is/are dead already, how Ciel and his soulmate feel and how Sebastian reacts

audio: Grell x listener, listener gets home late and Grell jumps on them, having been worried

scenario: soulmate AU, Aleister meets (fem) S/O at an auction ball, things are dull before they meet but then they make eye contact and he buys her

fic: Maurice x reader, after his exposure no one else wants to associate with him and they comfort him after he’s bullied

unspecified: S/O who suddenly gets sick and he’s frustrated that he can’t help her [Agni]

reaction: S/O getting catcalled [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

sex + romance headcanon meme: 💦; 😘; 😊; 👍; 😉; 💯; 👰; 🌼; 🏩; 🎆; 💕; 🔥; 💑; 👀; 👎; 💲; 🎀; 💝; 💘 [Peter]

audio: fluffy, waking up next to him in the morning and getting breakfast together [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who wears comfy clothes when they get sad (which is frequently) [Alois; Astre; Ciel; Maurice]

reaction: S/O getting shot, they survive but it’s still serious [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grell; Grey; Ronald]

headcanons: monsterfucker Peter with a beast-like monster S/O

audio: confession [Snake]

fic: reader is a new addition to the circus troupe and saves a snake from being tormented by hecklers [Snake]

fic: Sebastian x maid!reader, reader is usually obedient but decides to test Sebastian’s patience and receives a cheek grab and voice shift to his ‘true’ voice

preferences: which boys would like bath bombs/what kind?

Fic: Snake x (fem) reader, reader lets the snakes do whatever they want, climbing on her, etc., and one day comes to Snake for help because one of the snakes (or more?!) is stuck under her clothes

fic: platonic Grell and child reader fluff

reaction: S/O with chronic allergies [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: Terms of Service AU, relationship with app owner [Maurice]

reaction: Terms of Service AU, playing FNAF [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

headcanons: killers in a horror movie [Alois; Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Maurice]

reaction: child reader who’s disabled and doesn’t ‘fit in’, they befriend the circus troupe, then the troupe find out reader has ‘normal’ friends who care for and help reader as well as do friends’ parents and when asked just say, “isn’t that what friends do?” [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

‘things you want to hear’ meme: “I feel like I can tell you anything” and “you know what I love about you?” [Peter]

headcanons: S/O has kids from a previous marriage [Doll/Freckles; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: Trancy nurse survival AU, multilingual reader who scolds the Triplets in another language when they purposely get themselves into mishaps

audio: listener comforting Maurice after a nightmare

audio: angst [Maurice]

unspecified: demon AU, with a human S/O [Beast; Bravat; Doll/Freckles; Grey; Phipps]

headcanons: platonic, someone in the form who’s the ‘fixer’, an inventor who inadvertently creates messes [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

fic: Phantomhive servants and maid!reader who’s the newest addition, they all throw her a surprise birthday party

unspecified: inventor S/O [Grey]

unspecified: angst [Grey]

unspecified: S/O who’s insecure about not being a proper lady [Grey]

unspecified: poly [John x S/O x Phipps]

headcanons OR scenario: Cheslock’s little brother coming to Weston

unspecified: doctor S/O, fluff and wholesomeness [Peter]

unspecified: doctor S/O who surprises him by wearing nothing but her white coat [Peter]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Dagger OR Peter]

‘eyes emoji’ meme: eyes [Peter]

audio: fluff, listener just getting home after being away for a while [Alois OR Ciel]

unspecified: Hispanic S/O who thinks his accent is sexy [Peter]

unspecified: trying to cheer up his grumpy S/O with bad jokes [Joker]

unspecified: on a stroll with their girlfriend and she jumps in a river to save a child in danger [Alois; Ciel; Edward; Grey]

unspecified: comforting their girlfriend who lost her niece in an accident [Edward; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

audio: date night or Christmas, wholesome [Peter]

songfic meme: “Leave Out All the Rest” by Linkin Park [Alois]

songfic meme: “I Wouldn’t Mind” by (S)He is We [Maurice]

unspecified: S/O who sings or hums while they’re giving him massages [Jumbo]

unspecified: S/O walking in on the scene where Joker touches Beast’s leg from behind

audio: Terms of Service [Dagger, Finny, OR Wendy]

unspecified: S/O who writes music dedicated to him [Peter]

headcanons: as fathers [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I missed you” [Dagger] and “you’re my favorite person in the world” [Peter]

headcanons: wealthy S/O who spoils them out of love [Dagger; Peter]

audio: Valentine’s Day [Dagger OR Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s always tired and works a lot, and finally they get to spend time together [Grell]

unspecified: badass Mey Rin in a bind

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re perfect just the way you are” [Peter]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “you’re allowed to be weak” [Jumbo]

‘105 comfort’ meme: “I’ll take care of it” [Peter]

unspecified: NSFW, artist boyfriend [Grey]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s wealthy and likes to spoil him [Dagger]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who composes a theme for him as a gift [Finny]

unspecified: (fem) S/O who’s a child psychologist [Wolfram]

songfic: “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton [Dagger OR Peter]

headcanons: reader from the 21st century [Edgar]

reaction: S/O learning Latin so they can dirty talk to him [Sebastian]

unspecified: reader getting frustrated with homework and trying to help them [Lawrence]

songfic meme: “I Choose” by Alessia Cara [Jumbo OR Snake]

unspecified: AFAB nonbinary reader sneaks into Weston and befriends the P4 [besties with Gregory; falls for Edgar]

unspecified: confident and badass S/O, SFW and NSFW [John]

‘nonverbal’ meme: “beat”, “kiss”, and “loop” [Finny]

‘headcanons part 3’ meme: 🫀,🏉; 💥; 👓; 💍; 🏛; 🧭; 🚓; 🧬; 📖; 🤱; ⏰; 🚌; 🥀; 👊; 🩹; 🌊; 🏭; ⚰️; 🦁; 🔒; ⛓ [Peter]

fic: platonic, angel!reader saves Alois from being killed by Claude and gives him his happy ending as a mother figure

reaction: Doll/Freckles, playing horror games with her S/O

audio: cuddling [Soma]

reaction: reader confessing to an affair… but the ‘confession’ is a joke [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

unspecified: platonic sisterly reader (lullaby?) [Doll/Freckles]

reaction: taking care of their S/O after a serious carriage accident [Bard; Ciel; Edward; Finny; Grey; Ronald; Undertaker]

songfic: “Heaven’s Light” from The Hunchback of Notre Dame [Doll/Freckles]

unspecified: girlfriend who brings him breakfast in bed on special occasions [Dagger]

unspecified: Bard x reader

unspecified: S/O who doesn’t drink alcohol [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who likes to cuddle and will sometimes tackle-hug them [Finny; Ronald; Snake; Undertaker]

palette meme: #39, “Absinthe Mage” [Peter]

preference: who would be okay ‘meeting the parents’?

songfic: “Hacerte Mía” by La Ross Maria and Nino Freestyle [Dagger OR Finny]

songfic meme: “Sea of Lovers” by Christina Perri [Dagger]

songfic: “Sneakin’ Around” from Star vs. the Forces of Evil [Dagger]

unspecified: S/O who works as a stand-up comedian [Undertaker]

unspecified: multilingual S/O who mumbles “I love you” in another language (with pet name) while cuddling [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

reaction: S/O studies psychology and will teach if asked [Beast; Dagger; Doll/Freckles; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake; Wendy]

unspecified: Southern/Texan S/O who’s good at cooking [Bard]

unspecified: S/O who’s strong and protective [Peter]

fic: Joker x reader, reader is Doc’s apprentice and a good person trying to learn, they end up seeing Joker a lot and things develop

fic: based on the “guess again” scene from Game of Thrones [Peter]

reaction: S/O surprises them by adopting an orphan [Ciel; Edward; Grey; Phipps; Undertaker]

unspecified: S/O on the autism spectrum [Peter]

unspecified: S/O who’s a jazz and blues singer at a high-end establishment [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Mey Rin; Sebastian; Snake]

unspecified: walking in on (fem) S/O on a phone call and overhears her praising him to her family [Peter]

audio: Terms of Service AU [Dagger; Peter]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “there’s my beautiful bride” OR “I’m the luckiest man alive” [Beast; Wendy]

‘things that you want to hear’ meme: “I can’t stop thinking about you” OR “last night was incredible” [Peter]

songfic: “Remember Me”/“Recuérdame” from Coco [any character]

fic: survival AU (Safe & Sound AU?) Dagger x (fem) S/O reminding him that he’s important and enough

fic: angsty pining and fluff, reader is a big younger and pining for him, he thinks they should find someone younger [Bard]

unspecified: Phantomhive staff training ready to defend the manor

fic: reader fights Wolfram with Bard while escaping and they share angsty dialogue during the fight, then they start to grow closer again after Wolfram’s sacrifice

fic: anything [Undertaker]

unspecified: platonic, singing to the birds in the garden [Finny]

songfic: “Love Story” by Taylor Swift [Finny]

headcanons: Cheslock, any thoughts not already mentioned

reaction: fiancee being a witch [Edward]

headcanons: S/O who’s cheery around him but not so cheery around others [William]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s hypermobile with knee problems [Dagger; Finny; Peter]

fic (??): visiting (fem) S/O at work but she’s dealing with nasty customers [modern!Agni]

scenario: fluff, S/O who loves baking [Snake]

unspecified: being a single parent [Bravat]

headcanons: reader who uses a (personalized!) cane to walk because of an accident [Alois; Ciel]

‘botantical’ headcanon meme: abatina; amaryllis; anemone; chrysanthemum; gardenia; heliotrope; hibiscus; ivy; marigold; peony; rose [Peter]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: anemone; chamomile; daisy [Cheslock]

headcanons: wedding details [Grey]

fic: he comes to the hospital after reader gets hit by a car (fluffy ending) [modern!Agni]

‘botanical’ headcanon meme: amaryllis; hibiscus; ivy [Dagger; Joker]

reaction: (fem) S/O who’s an opera singer [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O’s joints start clicking and popping as they’re sleeping next to her for the first time [Dagger; Joker; Jumbo; Peter; Snake]

unspecified: adjusting to each other’s tastes and traditions [modern!Agni]

unspecified: keeping their relationship with (male) S/O a secret [Ciel; Joanne]

reaction: selectively mute S/O who owns a sassy, filthy-mouthed macaw [Cheslock; Grey; Phipps; Snake; Triplets]

unspecified: hypermobile (fem) S/O who goes to the doctor for knee problems and then buys him something nice [Peter]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Agni; Soma]

‘gemstone’ headcanon meme: amazonite; apatite; cat’s eye; citrine; diamond; diopside; emerald; fluorite; iolite; jasper; kyanite; onyx; opal; peridot; rose quartz; spinel; tiger’s eye; tourmaline; zircon [Peter]

reaction: helping their hypermobile (fem) S/O with physical therapy exercises [Bard; Ciel; Finny; Sebastian; Snake]

fic: continuation of modern!reader telling the future in riddles [Alois and Ciel]

reaction: friend/companion bringing (Astre/Luka) back to life [Alois; Ciel]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Grey; Lau; Phipps]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for; neck kisses that turn into love bites; wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them; a kiss while being reunited after a long time; kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy; a kiss to wake you lover up in the morning; kissing your partner to seal a marriage; a risky kiss between forbidden lovers; a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a kiss to shut them up [Peter]

‘kiss & tell’ prompts: a possessive kiss to stake a claim [Lau]

unspecified: helping reader through a bad panic attack [modern!Agni]

‘settings’ prompts: 029, an extravagant greenhouse [Finny OR Snake]

reaction: hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Edgar; Gregory; Herman; Lawrence]

unspecified: moving house and it’s stressful but they’re still sweet to each other [Agni]

unspecified (fic??): (male) Reaper S/O, fluff, long day ends in stargazing and S/O falling asleep [William]

scenario: shy fem S/O [MacMillan]

scenario: having to escort his S/O to a graveyard at night for some reason [Grey]

headcanons: life before the troupe, birth family, etc. [Jumbo]

headcanons: NSFW [Jumbo]

headcanons: modern (what he usually does after uni, how he flirts, etc.) [Cheslock]

headcanons: scientist friend brings Luka back as a surprise [Alois]

headcanons: angsty, he discovers a horrible and ugly secret of reader’s [Maurice]

audio: helping hypermobile (fem) S/O with knee problems [Peter]

headcanons: when Anne gets sick vs. when her children get sick (Safe & Sound AU)

headcanons: cuddling [Jumbo]

audio: watching a documentary about London’s kidnapped children with Listener (Terms of Service AU??) [Doll/Freckles]

headcanons: hurt/comfort about family relationships [Ciel; Doll/Freckles; Joanne; Maurice]

‘stonework’ headcanons: rosy haze; touch; fog [Peter]

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Peter

‘cupcake’ picrew meme: Dagger; Joker

‘tea’ picrew meme: Peter

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: coral fragments; brickwork shadows [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

‘stonework’ headcanons meme: apatite tic; chatter [Dagger; Peter; Snake]

[thessalian]

Thess vs Good News

Iiiiiiii’m going to MCM Comic Con! And if the stars align and everybody’s on the ball, Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’m finally getting autographs from the cast of Critical Role! As soon as I heard they were coming back, I was emailing my mother being like, “Hey, remember about three years ago when I asked for an early Christmas / birthday present in the form of tickets to the event and autographs? And then Covid happened and the whole thing had to be scrapped and I was very sad? Well, they’re finally coming back so could we do that deal again, please?” And she said yes and I just now got the ticket confirmation and I think I’m pretty clear on how to get an accessibility badge and while I’m not relaxing until I have autograph bookings for the cast, I am still at least going!

But no, I’m not going to see them run live at Wembley. I did try, but they got sold out way too fucking fast. Which is disappointing not just because I wanted to see that once-in-a-lifetime thing, but also because my bestie threw money at me for the tickets pretty much ten seconds after I squeed about it, because he so wanted me to be able to go because I wanted it so much. But I think in the end it’s just as well. The accessibility options for Wembley are a little ... complicated if you’re not straight-up in a wheelchair, apparently.

(Bestie would not let me give the money back. I asked repeatedly. He said no. So I thought long and hard about something he would really want me to have and did that instead. I’ll show you later.)

Anyway, insofar as the convention goes, there is one tiny bummer. See, when I asked for this as my combination Christmas / birthday gift three years ago, I asked my mother to maybe come with me on the Friday. I really want her to see a convention, at least a little bit, on the least busy day so she doesn’t get overwhelmed. So obviously when the opportunity came around again, I asked her to come with me on the Friday. Unfortunately she’s going to be in Montreal so she won’t be able to make it. So I’ve said maybe we can make a day trip of it in May 2024 and I’ll buy her ticket that time. Because gods know this is almost certainly going to be the last convention I attend in full. It’s going to be rough enough as it is.

There is one plus point to Mum not being able to make it, though, and it comes back to yet another previous convention - one that actually happened. When the CR crew came to London five years ago, they had to arrange a separate smaller panel on Sunday because it was standing room only and still hundreds of people couldn’t get in. Seriously, because the UK is easier to reach for people in Europe and other parts of the world than the US is, we got people from all over Europe and beyond. Furthest away I heard about was the Philippines. (Though in fairness it’s going to be slightly more complicated for Europeans this time around because Brexit is in full swing and Freedom of Movement is a thing of the past. Still easier than flying to San Diego, and probably cheaper too.)

Anyway, Sunday panel, I was in the queue, and I’d made it a point to say something nice to people I came across because I wanted them to have as many good memories of the day as possible. So I told the young woman in the queue just ahead of me that I liked her T-shirt. She reciprocated the compliment, we got to talking, and she was saying how she’d really love to find a campaign and that mine sounded fun but wasn’t it a shame she lives in France but I live here in London? At which I had to explain that my party spanned three countries and four time zones at that point. So, two weeks later, we had a new Monster Hunter Ranger in the party, and she’s been a source of delight ever since.

She’s trying to arrange to come back to get pictures with the cast members she missed (Travis and Laura were on paternity leave at the time, and Ashley had Blind Spot to finish), and if she can come, I have offered my sofa for a few days and the possibility of getting a carer badge so that she can help me if I’m in too much pain or hit with a dizzy spell or something. We’ve discussed it and I just told her that if she really feels like she needs to contribute, she can toss me £20 for groceries while she’s here (because you know I am going to take every opportunity to cook for people I care about). I haven’t seen her in person in years and I hope she can come. (I mean, I’d love it if all of my players could come but it’s an expensive trip and I only have so much sofa.)

So yeah, if all plays out according to plan, I’m finally getting those autographs. I do need to decide once and for all whether I want them to sign my copy of Tal’Dorei Reborn or the original Green Ronin Tal’Dorei Campaign Setting. I’m leaning towards the latter just because ... I mean, it’s where they started, and look at them now! Plus I want them to sign something sturdy because while I have kept them in good condition, I do occasionally fear for my small collection of autographs from the likes of Courtenay Taylor, Mark Meer, Ali Hillis, Alix Wilton Regan, Raphael Sbarge (his in particular, honestly), and Troy Baker calling me ‘Rebel Scum’ because I mained a Jedi Consular in SW:TOR.

(Okay, I originally mained a Smuggler in SW:TOR but then my RP guild wanted a healer for Ops so ... yeah. Republic anyway.)

So ... fun D&D session yesterday, and now good news today, and the added gloriousness of, “A bunch of nerdy-ass voice actors are going to sell out Wembley fucking Arena".

Sometimes life is good.

[myriadxofxmuses]

GET TO KNOW ME OR WHATEVER.

Tagged by: @strictlycanon 🥰

Tagging: @heartxshaped-bruises , @savagecuhnt , @lunarruled , @thanaredreamtof , @lostxones , @twdgdeadmanwalking , @emmaxmeyer

Name/Alias: Mo Mo

Pronouns: she/her, but I don't really care what you call me.

Preference of communication: Here, disco, or if I've given my other socials, then there too.

Most active muses: Ethan, Silas, Gage

Experience/years here: I think like 6 years? But I'm not a hundred percent sure. I do know I've been friends with @emmaxmeyer and @strictlycanon for 5 years now according to Tumblr and I met them shortly after starting. (I seriously can't believe it's already been that long. Love you guys. 😃) And this is the only place I've ever rp'ed. Aside from a handful of disco threads recently of course.

Best experience: Meeting the people I have. Especially those who've continued to be in my life. @emmaxmeyer , @strictlyoc , @savagecuhnt looking at you guys. I just enjoy writing, but have never felt particularly strong about my abilities, so when I started rp it was mainly just to satisfy my want to write. I never expected to make the friends I have and continue to find. That has definitely been a plus to the hobby.

Rp pet peeves: Ghosting. Also not communicating if something is bothering you/seems off. I have a hard enough time with social cues in RL. It is almost impossible to navigate them here and unless I'm talked to about whatever it may be, then I just go on about my life thinking all is good. I'm weird and have a lot of things working against me, so it is hard to ask for the help or open up about my struggle sometimes. But I promise I won't bite if something needs to be brought to my attention.

Fluff, angst, smut: Fluff and angst

Plots or memes: Memes. Or open starters. I'm not a huge plotter. I like to get a basic idea and jump right in, plotting as we go.

Long or short replies: Long

Time to write: Whenever the moods strikes tbh. I have drafts in my notes and work on them when I have spouts of time, but not necessarily in full. My mind jumps around a lot so I get out a few paragraphs here and there for all my threads. Then when they're close to finishing up, I make my final touches and queue them up.

Are you like your muses: Not really. While there's always a part of me in each of them, we are nothing alike as a whole.

[askaceattorney]

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Dawsongfg,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: All three bring me to the main page of tumblr. You’re making no sense, as usual.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth:

 Agreed. It’s especially funny when Edgeworth gets things wrong in the Investigations games.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: 

I... think you’re getting things mixed up. Kazuma had known the ancestor of the von Karma’s from Ace Attorney due to that ancestor having been the student of Genshin Asogi. That’s not a headcanon. That is CANON.

(Referenced Link)

(Full Referenced Letter)

Dear Jacob,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: 

I don’t understand what you mean. Is this a response letter to us or characters? You never clarified.

Co-Mod: It took me a while to get it, but I got it as soon as I saw all the “no”s.  Nice one!

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Agreed, Myriam Scuttlebutt is funny and cute. 

Though, my favorite would have to go to The Skulkin Brothers with the two redheads and Daley Vigil being close second or third. 

I love how The Great Ace Attorney games always have to have a stooges trio or duo lolz.

Co-Mod: I loved Myriam as well, but I think my favorite would be Olga Orly.  She was pretty fun for the short time she appeared, plus she had quite the memorable breakdown.

Spark Brushel gets an honorable-ish mention for his unique way of showing surprise. 

Dear Skibot99,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: 

It’s actually five letters a day. The rules have since been updated. So, you are allowed to post five letters but no more.

Dear Skibot99,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: It depends, but official art can be considered “canon” under certain context. As for Japanese game manuals, neither of us have read them or know any with English translations, so for now, no.

Dear Uncleared,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Yes, you can write bad ending letters, but please specify. Also, I know almost everyone does this and it’s confusing when they do it, but please don’t label the bad ending of Fairwell my Turnabout to “Miracle Never Happened.” The first time I saw this I mistook it for the bad ending for Duel Destinies, because the spaceship taking off was also considered a miracle. Also, those kinds of letters keep titling that way and it confuses the heck out of me.

I know, they technically never called it a “miracle,” but neither did the bad ending to Farewell my Turnabout. Just title it “Bad Ending: 2-4″ “Bad Ending: Farewell my Turnabout” “Bad Ending: 4-4″ “Bad Ending: Turnabout Succession,” you get the idea. It’s not against the rules but it is confusing. 

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Normally, I’d wait until this one reached the bottom of the queue, but... this kinda disturbs me. I have never seen any letters that mention urine or feces, except from the person making these letters right here.

If this is the person you’re talking about, stop it. This is not sexualizing feces or urine and, in fact, is based off of historical context in Japan. Japan used to use dung and urine for fertilizer, even monopolizing it, before Westernizing themselves. During the Meiju Era, the factories using urine and poop buckets for fertilizer began slowly decreasing as pressure was placed upon them to Westernize themselves. This helped clean the streets and crops grow. They don’t need to give reference to this fact. That can be done from the writers out of curtesy, but it’s not required. 

If you find this gross, I... guess you will get grossed off of most children shows? I’ve honestly seen more potty humor from Rugrats than these letters. They don’t even make up the majority of letters this person writes. Heaven forbid, someone mentions poop and pee based on historical facts and turns it into a head canon for Ryunosuke’s family. I’ve already drawn my line in the sand of what is too far and it’s not going to be over shit and pee.

I have never asked anyone to act tactfully or make references to head canons, unless it’s a response to former letters, which these have done. It might shock you, but many of us mods are not the tactful kind of people, except maybe Co-mod, but myself, Mod Justice and Modthorne are not the kind to bring up anything gross or disturbing tactfully. We say it like it is. So, don’t expect us to delete letters over not being tactful or being disturbing. So long as they don’t break the rules, they’re good.

Co-Mod: Nah, that’s giving way too much credit.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I was mostly confused than anything else. I am to guess you had just finished Dual Destinies? 

In that case, it makes sense. People are likely to make wild assumptions. I still remember after The Great Ace Attorney was released that there were people thinking Kazuma was trying to kill Barok when placing him on trial when it doesn’t make any sense in the grand scheme of things. 

I’d be lying to say I’ve never done the same when playing an AA game.

(Referenced Link)

Dear Gumshoe-letty-fan,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Not sure. I’m not someone that eats muffins, unless it’s with family or something. Like the cosplay picture.

Co-Mod: I deal with “life and stuff” a lot as well, so no worries.  I’d say I’m mostly a blueberry muffin kind of guy (as long the blueberries are the real deal, that is).  And as for the cosplay picture:

That’s the Co-Mod Seal of Approval, in case anyone forgot.  And a wonderful day to you as well!

Dear Charicla,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I’ve decided to let this letter be answered now since I feel many worry about this. No, there isn’t. You can write letters from an AA or some other character as OOC as you wish. 

BUT... and this is a big “but,” don’t be surprised if the AA characters catch on that it’s a letter from an imposter. I find it can also put someone like Phoenix OOC if he believed a letter from Maya with her saying that she hates burgers. The same also applies to Manfred von Karma writing a letter to Edgeworth that he hates him and wants to beat him up and send him to hell. Despite if you believe MVK does feel this way about Edgeworth, he’s not abusive or has shown to hate Edgeworth as much as he claims outside of framing him for murder. I’m not just going by the games, but also my research and understanding of Japanese culture and the canon characters from the original games vs the localization.

Point is, you can write letters as the canon AA characters to another and make them OOC, but don’t be surprised if the other characters it’s being sent to catches on that it’s an impostor. I suggest, if you want the characters to act OOC for whatever reason, make sure there’s enough of their canon character in them to be convincing or else send it to characters that don’t know them well. You can also send it to the characters before they knew the character you’re making OOC such as making Athena OOC in a letter to Apollo when they first meet in The Monstrous Turnabout. 

-The Mods

[ethereal27cereal]

I posted 2,077 times in 2022

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#queue pew pew - 134 posts

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#writing inspo - 82 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#she’s shy and reserved and he’s constantly doing stuff to annoy her just to bring her out of her shell and see if he can get a smile

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Forever, right? - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie has just met your parents, and it went...well...well kind of. With a few words of encouragement and sweet comfort, Eddie has the courage to confess some pretty big feelings and decides the next steps in your relationship. This is a part 2 to Curls but can be read on its own.  

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI. established relationship, kissing, breast play, semi-public sex (in Eddie’s van), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up and be safe 👍🏻), orgasm (m and f),  reader is implied as plus size but doesn’t have to be read that way, reader has relationship with both parents, even though they are judgmental and a bit old fashioned, brief mention of criminals and serial killers (nothing graphic), I think that is it but let me know if I missed something.

request: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent me this: i loved curls! i know it was a one shot but i'd love more from them. like maybe them talking on the drive home after meeting your parents and ofc the engagement. They didn’t quite get to to the drive home part (😈) but I hope you like it. 

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 6.1K

author’s note: I wasn’t planning on a part 2, but I just didn’t feel like I was ready to be done with these two sappy little cuties, and I got a few requests for more so here we are. I wanted to make it so you could read this without having read Curls, so there are a few callbacks and things to make it cohesive. I also wasn’t planning on making it at all angsty, but I just couldn’t imagine a world where reader’s parents didn’t judge him at least a little. 😈 Thank you to @boomhauer and @kissmecaiti for talking me through all the angsty little thoughts I had and giving me inspiration. 

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#4

Listen to the Trees - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader -  Friends to Lovers

summary: Spending your long weekend home from college reading Tolkien with your childhood best friend, Eddie. Couldn't want anything more. Except you do. You want Eddie, more than just friends, but when the words don't ever seem to come out and you miss your train home, things get interesting...

warnings: little bit of perv!Eddie (he masturbates thinking about reader), nothing else really of note - this is pretty much just sappy fluff with two sweet stupid friends who don’t admit how much they love one another

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, little tiny smut

word count: 6.1k

author's note: I was inspired by a prompt I saw on @glasswriter1 "I missed the last train, and it is all because of you and your obsession with speaking trees!" and I just immediately thought of Eddie and his love of LOTR. This totally ends on a major cliffhanger so if you all are into it I have more to come. Asks are always open for any feedback 💚

part 2

The sweet solace of Eddie’s room is a welcome respite from the bitter chill of fall, the wind threatening against the thin windows of his trailer. Your long weekend home from college is almost up, not nearly enough time to spend with your childhood best friend and he is trying to consume every last possible second with you before your train leaves from Indianapolis. Taking you back to Chicago, back to the drudgery of school and work, and too far away from Eddie. 

Bonding over fantasy lands and banding together as outcasts usually do, Eddie and you had been inseparable since that first moment you shared your lunch with him in 1st grade. You and Eddie had shared everything together since then; snacks, movie marathons, study notes, hopes and dreams, fears and secrets, looks that lingered too long for people who were supposed to be just friends. 

Everything changed when you had decided to pursue an art history education in Chicago, wanting to get at least a little breathing space from Hawkins, and Eddie had stayed put, taking some vocational courses at the community college and working at Thatcher Tires. Late night phone calls and a stream of handwritten letters did little to fill the Eddie-sized gap in your life, only leaving a crater-sized chasm right in the middle of your chest. No friendship or sexual partner in college could ever muster up enough mortar to fill the cracks he created. No other man could ever match the way Eddie looked at you, deep coffee-colored pools of wonder and awe like you were the most captivating creature he’d ever seen. 

Your romantic feelings for Eddie had bubbled up slowly, like a geyser waiting to erupt. They had always been there in some way or another, simmering under the surface as the years of friendship went on. He was your best friend, your protector from all the chaos in your life, your guiding moon in the dark night. He had always been there for you and you for him, but you didn’t know just how much you felt for him until the distance and separation made you reflect on everything that could’ve been. You were never sure if he felt the same way about you, you’d never had the courage to bring it up and it certainly wasn’t ever a topic he approached. He was always the affectionate, touchy type with the people he was closest to, so you had been resigned to the fact that you were just one of the guys to him. 

The long holiday weekend had given the perfect excuse to make the train ride home. You told yourself were going to visit family and friends, but you knew from the moment Eddie scooped you into his arms at the train station, trying to hide the tears that were edging their way out of the corners of his chocolate brown eyes, that you would be spending every waking moment of the weekend with Eddie. 

And there you are, lying propped up on your side on Eddie’s bed, covered in blankets that smell like smoke and the cheap cologne you had gotten him for his birthday last year, trying to tame a pending eruption of emotions inside you while staring and attempting to listen as he talks animatedly about everything and nothing all at once. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Eddie asks, shifting forward from his upright position against the pillows to wave his hand playfully in front of you. 

“Hmm, what? I’m listening,” you insist, adjusting your position so you’re sitting up fully facing him now. 

“Sure you are. Then what did I say,” he smirks, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You were talking about speaking trees, Ents. And how you’re going to use them in an upcoming campaign with the guys you met at college,” you reply confidently, matching his challenging pose with your own as you sit up and cross your arms, the blankets shrugging off your shoulders.

“So you did catch some of it!! But I literally just asked you a question about said Ents. You gonna answer it, since you were listening so super carefully there, Sunshine?” his pet name for you rolling off his tongue with a tart sweetness that makes you giggle.

“Ok fine, you got me. I zoned off for a second. I was thinking about what time we need to leave to get to the train station on time,” your words not entirely a lie, but also not exactly what you had been ruminating about. “What did you ask me, sorry?” 

“Do you remember the Entwives?,” his face softens into a smile with your apology. You do indeed remember the Entwives, in fact you’re pretty sure you were the one who had brought them up to him during one of your many rereadings of The Two Towers, finding it so achingly sad that there would be never be a reunion between the Ents and their wives who had gone to plant beautiful gardens only to be killed or enslaved when Sauron burned through the land. 

“I think I remember them, but remind me please,” you smile coyly, knowing the information he’s about to share but truly wanting to hear what he has to say. 

“Well Treebeard thinks that the wives are lost forever after they moved to the Brown Lands to plant and grow smaller things and were wiped out by Sauron. But remember how Merry and Pippin say they’ve seen an Ent, or Entwife, walking north of the Shire?” he wiggles his eyebrows dramatically, waiting for your response. An uncontrollable shiver hits you, realizing just how cold the room was without the cocoon of blankets, but you nod, teeth chattering. 

“Jesus, Sunshine, how’d you already manage to wiggle outta that blanket burrito I made for you. Come ‘ere, I feel like a furnace right now so I’ll share some warmth,” he motions for you to lay in between his outstretched legs, untwisting the blankets and folding them back for you to crawl under. You stare down at his form, frayed light wash jeans hugging his slender frame, faded black t-shirt riding up to expose the soft trail of curls that disappear into his waistband as he reaches his arms out for you in a grabby motion. You want nothing more than to curl against his chest and tell him how much you missed him, missed his touch, your skin melting against his, missed the feelings you get when you’re around him, sealing all your words and feelings with a passionate first kiss. But you don’t do that. You can’t. Not now at least. Instead, you just burrow yourself into his lap, letting out a contented sigh as he wraps the blankets around you tightly and you rest your head on the soft cushion of his lower stomach.

“So, for my campaign, I’m going to have one of my players see an Entwife while they’re out on the road. Or I guess a treant wife because they’re called treants in D&D. Anyway, the wives aren’t really all dead, they’ve just been in hiding or hibernation or something, I’m still figuring out that idea. But then the party gets a summons from the treant that is the guardian of the local forest that there have been several sightings of the wives and the party is sent off on a quest to find them,” Eddie’s words tumble from his lips in a babbling flow, hands gesturing wildly then coming to rest softly on your covered shoulder. “What do you think? Does that sound cool or totally lame? I need some trademark Sunshine honesty here,” his voice anxious as he coaxes out your answer, always valuing your opinion even when it would come out a little harsher than you meant, which it often did. 

“I think that sounds like the start of a totally awesome quest. If I weren’t so far away, you know I would want to jump in on that campaign in a heartbeat,” you answer honestly, looking up into his pleading brown eyes.

“I wish you could play in my campaigns again too,” he echoes with a playful pout, but you can see the truth behind his eyes. He has missed you too, he says so several times throughout the weekend. But you are sure it’s not in the same way that you missed him. 

“There is a D&D club on campus and I tried to join in on one of their campaigns, but the DM was…creepy,” you admit quietly, ice cold fingers creeping out from under the blankets to toy with the hem of his shirt.

“Even weirder than little ‘ol me?” he grins and you nod, the movement of your cheek against his shirt causing it to shift up and expose that deliciously inviting swath of flesh and delicate curls. “Creepy how?” he urges you to go on, his eyes fixed to where your fingers are pulling loose threads from the worn patch just above the front pocket of his jeans, inching closer to his tummy with each thread yanked away.

“He just made it weird. Like the only thing he focused on about my character was the fact that I was the only woman on the adventuring party, and it was all heaving bosoms and dirty jokes at my expense. I played like two sessions and then never showed my face again,” you admit with an injured chuckle, and Eddie jolts forward, though you’re unsure if it’s from your words or your frosty fingers suddenly making contact with the bare skin of his midriff. 

“Christ, your fingers feel like icicles,” his whole body stiffens, a sharp intake of breath as you swirl your fingers playfully against his alabaster skin. “That is super shitty about the club and the DM. Many guy DMs are weird lonely losers, but can be surprisingly real pricks whenever they have a real live lady in their presence, especially one as pretty, scary, and charmingly  intimidating as you Sunshine,” his voice stiff but he boops your nose playfully, still wincing away from your frigid touch.

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552 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#3

Constellations - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader Series

series masterlist

part 2/?

summary: After an eventful evening at the Battle of the Bands, Eddie provides some comfort and distraction at the diner, but the date isn’t over just yet. He has more planned and it gets a little....heated.

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Eddie and reader are both 18+, mentions of previous sexual assault, mentions of absent parents (kinda?), brief body insecurities, pet names, little touch starved Eddie, basically just a whole bunch of kissing and heavy petting, then fingering, oral f receiving, orgasm f and m

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 8.6k (again, brevity is not my strong suit)

author’s note: I am so grateful for all the support and nice comments I received on part one, I really wasn’t expecting it to get much traction at all so I’m so thankful for all the positive feedback. I also have to thank @boomhauer for the tiddy wrangler line 🙏🏼 I have not written smut for 10 years so if this totally sucks, I am very sorry. 🫣

Eddie parked the van in a small clearing in the trees on the banks of Lover’s Lake. You had been there a few times during the day, soaking up some of the summer rays and tucking into a good book, but the lake looked entirely different by the light of the moon. Shadows play in the gaps between the trees, eerie silence save a few hooting owls and crunching of branches as other woodland creatures scurry about under the cover of inky blackness.

Eddie dramatically shifts in the driver’s seat once the van has lurched into park, turning to face you and clapping his hands together. “Ok, so, lay it on me babe. What do you know about metal music? What have you heard that you like?”

“Hmm, I’ve listened to a few Iron Maiden songs, ‘Phantom of the Opera’ and ‘The Trooper’. I actually liked a few Metallica songs that Holly played for me, I just can’t remember the names,” you list a few basics, hoping he was ready for your very beginner level knowledge on the subject. You lean back in your seat to face him, watching curiously as his eyes go wide, grinning and drumming his hands against the steering wheel.

“Alright, okay, I can work with that,” he chews his bottom lip in thought as he rummages through the tapes and general debris that scatter the front seat of the van. “Sorry ‘bout the mess, I don’t usually have company, especially company as pretty as you. Now where the fuck did I…aha!”  Eddie triumphantly holds up an Iron Maiden tape, Piece of Mind scrawled across it in calligraphy with what looks like a zombie in chains lunging towards you.

“Yikes, he’s a bit creepy, isn’t he,” you suppose, tapping the case gently as if not to wake the creature lurking inside.

“That’s Eddie.”

“What?” you give him a quizzical look, head tilting to the side.

“I’m not being funny, that’s just the band’s mascot or whatever. His name is Eddie, pretty sweet name I think,” he beams, sarcasm lacing his tone as he inserts the cassette into the tape deck, careful to turn down the volume a touch, not wanting to burst your eardrums on the first music education lesson. “Are you ready to have your mind blown, sweetheart?” You nod and smile, the epic guitar and drums of the first song already beginning to thrum through your veins, goosebumps shivering down your arms as you let yourself relax and enjoy the music. It isn’t half bad, your body can’t help but move to the beat, subtle toe taps and head bobs with Eddie watching you intensely.

“So, give me your honest review. Do I have a convert or am I going to have to work a little harder than that?” Eddie presses as the first song comes to an end.

“I’m not completely sold, I think I’d still prefer to listen to New Order over Iron Maiden, but I am trying to be more open and accepting of new things. Hit me with the next song, my body is willing and ready,” your words playing tricks on you as they make their way out of your mouth, blood already thumping hot in your ears, staring agape at Eddie for his response.

“Christ, Y/N, well if you put it that way,” he cackles, his whole body in motion as the laughter shakes him.

“Let me rewind,” you make a babbling sound as if imitating a video tape rewinding, only causing Eddie to laugh louder and your cheeks to flame an even brighter shade of pink. “I just mean that my ears are ready for the music. My body is ready too, for you. I mean, I’m willing to be ready for whatever you want to do to me. Fuck. Shit. I’m going to stop talking now, just play the song and let me slowly slip away into my grave, please.” You shrink down in your seat, flopping the leather jacket over your face in shame as you hear Eddie’s laughter begin to fade out into a soft wheezy chuckle.

“Hey, hey, come back here, sweetheart. You can’t make a spicy confession like that and then just hide from me,” Eddie’s voice saccharine and playful as he tosses the jacket off of you, his finger curling under your chin to bring your eyes to look at him. “I’m glad you feel that way, knuckles. I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” he whispers, his thumb ghosting towards the plumpness of your bottom lip, his eyes flickering down to follow the steady path his thumb is trailing. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, expecting his lips to meet yours within moments, but he doesn’t. You open your eyes to see him adjusting the volume on the stereo as another song comes to a crescendo, trying to hide the fact that he is peeking at you behind the curtain of his hair. Your lips purse into a thin line as you quickly look out the window, wondering if you have just misread the situation or maybe scared him off a little with how quickly you were willing to let him into your pants.

“Oh this is the best part,” Eddie hums softly and turns the volume knob, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as a shrieking guitar solo wails from the speakers, ignoring whatever awkward exchange that had just been.

The next few songs play, but Eddie doesn’t ask for your opinion again. He smiles and nods  when he sees your foot tapping through the chorus of “Flight of Icarus”, but he seems especially preoccupied with chewing on the loose skin around his thumbnail and reorganizing the center console.

After the final notes of “The Trooper'' echo through the speakers of the stereo, Eddie begins to get fidgety, gnawing raw red marks around the edges of his fingernails, bouncing his leg enough to shake the entire van as he looks over at you every few seconds, like you might suddenly disappear before his eyes. Without a word of warning, he suddenly scrambles to the back of the van, conjuring up a couple of blankets, a boombox, and a handful of cassette tapes, returning with a grin. “Wanna get high and look at the stars?” he blurts out, pulling out a little bag that was tucked in the inside pocket of his jacket and giving it a shake.

With a nod, you both tumble out of the van, quickly setting up the blankets in a plush arrangement in the soft grass that slowly slopes down to the sandy beach. Eddie’s deft fingers quickly rolling up a joint, licking the paper and pressing it neatly before bringing it to his lips to light. The earthy tang assaults your nostrils and makes your eyes sting momentarily as he takes the first drag, passing it over to you, fingers brushing in a moment that seems to last for an eternity.

~*~

You both develop a steady rhythm of passing the joint back and forth, settling back on the soft cushion of the blankets. You gaze up at the obsidian blanket above you, the blunt dangling haphazardly in between your lips, in awe of just how many stars there are. Of course, you knew there were millions of stars in the Milky Way, but they didn’t seem to shine as brightly in the city as they do on the banks of Lover’s Lake. The sticky sweet taste of strawberry milkshake lingering in your mouth, the crackling burn of the weed as it began to seep into your lungs and invade your senses, the gentle warmth of Eddie’s arm pressing against yours.

“There’s Cassiopeia, looks kind of like a W. Then right below her, it’s sometimes hard to make out, but there’s Cepheus and Draco,” Eddie’s pointer finger juts out to gesture at a cluster of shining stars that when strung together look a bit like a squiggly snake and a box with a triangle on top. “And of course right above Cassiopeia is their daughter, Andromeda. Kind of fucked that she’s forever bound to be next to her parent’s after what they did to her,” he rattles off the details eagerly, licking his lips as he scans the stars for other constellations and takes another puff off the quickly shrinking joint before extinguish it carefully in the damp grass next to him. You try to follow where his fingers are tracing patterns, connecting dots and telling stories, but you find it hard to turn your attention toward anything other than his face. His left eye squinting shut, pink tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, his features softening as the boyish enthusiasm takes over.

“How do you know so much about Greek mythology and constellations?” your voice a whisper, as if not wanting to disturb the hushed peacefulness of the night air.

“Uhh, I got a little obsessed with the idea of the Underworld as a setting for one of my D&D campaigns in high school. That led to reading stories about Hades and Persephone, and before I knew it I had checked out every book the library had to offer about Greek myths and legends,” Eddie responds, his fingers absently twirling into the loose threads of the blanket underneath you both.  

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567 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#2

Knuckles - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

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part 1/?

summary: Your summer spent with a best friend in Hawkins has thus far been uneventful. An impulsive outing to the Battle of the Bands competition and an unfortunate chain of events sends Eddie hurdling into your life and you are more than happy to make space for him there. A little hurt comfort, a lotta sweet fluff, and there will definitely be at least a part 2 if not more. 

pairing: Eddie x plus size! reader 

warnings: All characters are 18+ and you should be too. MINORS DNI! TW: this fic does contain mentions and depictions of sexual assault (not graphic, reader is non-consensually touched by a stranger at the bar), feelings of guilt after assault are briefly mentioned, plus size!reader with mentions of feelings around having their size compared to someone else, use of y/n, female pronouns and pet names used to describe reader, brief violence, mentions of bruising and blood, crying, eating and talk about food, eventual smut. if you find any of these things triggering, please do not continue to read

genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut

word count: 10.2k (oops, got a little carried away there)

author’s note: This is my first Eddie fic and the first fic I’ve written in about 10 years, so please be kind and repost and comment if you enjoy it 💜 Lightly proofread and edited, but tell me if there is anything super weird. I do not really incorporate anything from s4 and the characters are all college age. I have a part 2 of this already in the works, but let me know if there is anything specific you all would like to see from this story. 

tags: tagging a few sweet mutuals who might like to read, feel free to ignore though :) @wroteclassicaly​ @boomhauer​ @thisishellfire @bayouteche​ @honeybee-reverie​

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“Please, please, please come!!” your best friend, Holly, whines, pouting with her hands on her hips. Soft afternoon summer light fades through the gauzy window coverings, fracturing and splitting as you flop back onto her pillowy bed, dust motes exploding in your wake. She has been making her case for over 20 minutes about why you should go see the Battle of the Bands competition that is being held at some dive bar called The Hideout, and Holly is always absolutely relentless in any argument you two have, especially if it is about metal music. 

“It’s really not my thing,” your fingers dance lazily through the dust clouds and you try your best to avoid her laser-like gaze, “I know you want me to experience all of Hawkins while I’m here for the summer, but that is the one area we differ in. I’ll love you forever, but I will never understand how you can listen to the sound of shrieking guitars, drums that are way too intense, and some guy screaming scary lyrics at you and then you have the audacity to call it music” you smirk, catching her exasperated look out of the corner of your eye just as she tosses a pillow at your face. 

“Hey!” you squeak and chuck the pillow right back at her, maybe with a little more force than you had meant to because she stumbles and plops down onto the bed next to you. 

“Please, Y/N… if you absolutely hate it, we can leave and go see a movie or something, but I like really really REALLY want to go to this. It is the final battle between the top two metal bands in Hawkins, Corroded Coffin and The Feral Tomb, and….” she insists and then hesitates for a moment, chewing on her thumbnail, “...and there is this guy in The Feral Tomb, he’s the bassist, and, um…I…well…”

“Come on, Holls. So you want to drag me along to this…concert, and I use that term very loosely here, so that I can be your wingwoman and you can flirt with some metalhead? Am I getting all the details right here?” you sit up from the bed suddenly, still avoiding her puppy-dog eyes, but giving her sidelong glances through your eyelashes. 

“Yes.” she replies sheepishly, her eyes dropping down to focus on the loose thread she is aimlessly unraveling from the pillow in her lap. 

You had spent the last month at Holly’s childhood home in Hawkins, Indiana, enjoying the lazy small town summer and relishing in the much needed break after your junior year at Purdue Indianapolis. You two were roommates at university and when a family thing came up she said she had to head home for the summer. This meant giving up the apartment you shared, and you scrambled to try to find somewhere to stay. With no parents, relatives, or really other friends to speak of in the area, it would have been impossible to find somewhere you could afford alone on your measly coffee shop salary, even if it was just three summer months. When Holly offered for you to come along with her to her hometown, you felt unfamiliar knots in your stomach, maybe something akin to sisterly love, a feeling entirely foreign to you as an only child. She had been by your side since freshman orientation, her mom even acted the part of a parental figure for you since your mom was unable to make any of the welcome events, and when it came time to move out of the freshman dorms and into the nearby apartments she didn’t even second guess the idea that you two would be moving in together. So with a few futile “no I couldn’t possibly”s and “well I don’t want to be a bother”s you packed your bags and headed with her to Hawkins. 

It certainly wasn’t the most exciting place to spend the summer, but with home cooked meals every night, late night giggle sessions with Holly, and the sweet tan you were getting from all the time out at Lover’s Lake, it felt like the home you’d never had. 

You shake your head, clearing the reverie and aimless thoughts to focus back on Holly, who is practically gnawing a hole in the raw flesh of her thumb as she awaits your response. 

“So, what’s his name then, this bassist? What’s so great about him? And is there one for me too?” you sigh and push her shoulder playfully. Her squealing immediately pierces through the room and she leaps from the bed, dashing over to the closet. 

“His name is Theodore, but he goes by Theo. Isn’t that so sexy and mature sounding? He’s got this gorgeous blonde hair and he is just how I like them.” She coos as she begins to furiously push masses of hanging clothes aside, her lips pursing as she inspects a lacy black dress and then tosses it aside. 

“And just how do you like them Holly?” you give her a quizzical look, already knowing her answer would leave most scandalized. She pops back out of the closet, her hands on her hips incredulously. 

“You know, dumb and eager to make me cum,” she winks and disappears into the closet again.

“Jesus, Holly, subtlety has never been your forte has it? So what about me then? Keep in mind my type is usually someone with some semblance of a brain, I would still like them to make me cum though,” you inquire, trying desperately to think back to the last time a guy had made you cum, but either your memory is failing you or it had been a painfully long time since that has occurred in your love life. 

“The other guys in his band are pretty cute too, maybe not quite your usual brainy, bookish type, but hey, it’s just a summer hookup. And the other band, Corroded Coffin, well I went to high school with all of them, and they were all kind of super nerdy then, so I can’t say that I find any of them sexy, but maybe you will,” she wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out at you. 

“Alright, well give me all the details on the ones you went to high school with then,” you roll your eyes and stand up to rummage through your own clothes, trying to find something even remotely suitable for a metal concert. 

“Well, Eddie is the lead guitarist/singer. He was the Dungeon Master of their little D&D club and I remember him always putting on some kind of dramatic production during lunch. He’s kind of full of himself, but in a charming way. Jeff is the other guitarist, he’s sweet, definitely a little shy. Gareth is the drummer, we had a project we were paired for in history and he did all of it for me so we love that. The bassist is Barry, or Larry. Maybe Carl? I can’t remember his name honestly.” She continues flipping through her closet, leaving piles of almost entirely black clothes in her wake, until she finds the winners. You flip over the names in your head, trying to imagine just based on her brief descriptions if any of them would be worth the effort of dressing up for this thing. 

“Aha! Here you go!” she tosses a leather jacket, some ripped black jeans, and a faded oversized Iron Maiden shirt that has the sleeves cut off into your lap, then begins to shimmy out of her sweatpants and t-shirt in favor of a pair of leather pants and a cropped black shirt that maybe once had a band’s logo printed on it, but was so well loved and worn that there was only a whisper of a print that remained. 

“But I barely even know who Iron Maiden is. What if someone asks me about them and I don’t know what to say,” you panic slightly, cautiously shrugging the shoulders of your sundress down to slip the foreign shirt over your head. 

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1,142 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Curls - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

part 2

summary: Eddie is getting ready to meet your parents for the first time after a year of dating. He is particularly nervous about impressing them, so you help him do his hair. And then help him relax a little 😉

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI. established relationship, kissing, breast play, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (mention of birth control but still wrap it up and be safe 👍🏻), lots of sweet sappiness between Eddie and reader, reader has curly hair but it is not described in great detail, reader is implied as plus size but doesn’t have to be read that way, reader has relationship with both parents. I think that is it but let me know if I missed something.

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 4.9K

author’s note: I couldn’t get the idea out of my head about doing Eddie’s hair and so this just all kind of came rambling out. Any feedback is always appreciated 💕

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3,032 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

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[pankomako]

there's probably like a million others out there already, but since im seeing a lot of my friends hop on tumblr due to the twitter situation i figured i'd give this a go. so, welcome to

panko's guide to tumblr!

i've been using this site for almost a year now, so i suppose i'm at least somewhat qualified to do this. i mainly just want to do this for fun honestly. i think lots of people have covered more of the setup and what to expect from tumblr as a whole so i think i'll focus on more of the usage of this site, because it's definitely much different from twitter, and, in my opinion, FAR better, plus that's the thing people seem to be the most confused about. so, here we go!

Post Features

the first thing you may notice is that tumblr has no character limit on posts! if you want to post a 10,000 word essay on the motives of your favorite character from the video game or tv show you're super into right now, nobody's stopping you. already so much more convenient than making threads on twitter.

there's a variety of options you can use to make your text more visually interesting, add emphasis, and/or organize your post! when you highlight text (at least on browser, i dont use the app), these options will appear above what you highlighted. you can make your text bold, italicized, bigger (on a new line), smaller, crossed out, or even colored! under the drop-down list there are other options too such as cursive text and lists. you can also add hyperlinks to text if you want. (this is all in the rich text editor, you can also switch to HTML or Markdown by going to your post settings.)

you can also add plenty of other media to posts! you can add up to 30 images which you can arrange however you please, although from my experience arranging images is kinda clunky, but still way better than twitter lol. you can also add gifs, videos (one per post), audio files (10 per post), and embed links. you can also add a cutoff line where everything under that line is hidden under a "read more" button, which is very useful for longer posts.

when you make a post, there is a space to add a title, but it's not required. most people don't add titles unless it helps with formatting.

you can also schedule a post to be posted at a certain time, queue posts to be posted on a consistent schedule, change who can reblog a post, and even save posts as drafts if you want/need to come back to them later.

Tags

Under every post you make/reblog, there is an option to add tags. these are in their own section under the post itself. you can add as many as you want afaik, but they can only be so many characters long. on tumblr, tags have multiple uses.

you can add tags that correspond to your post such as the topic or fandom (and characters/people involved), or whether it's art or photography, for example, to try to help get your post out there. it's preferred and just better in general to only add tags that are relevant to your post. don't tag character fanart as sports or food or pop music, but ESPECIALLY not an unrelated fandom.

you can also use tags to organize your blog and make it easier to find specific posts. you can tag your own art as "my art" and art you reblog from friends as "friends' art", and even create your own tags for specific topics you frequently post about, such as your oc world or a fandom fic or au you have. i personally don't use tags for organization much, but i do have my own tags for the two oc worlds i have. (you can do this even if you're not a fandom-goer or artist, these just serve as an example bc im both lol)

you can even use tags to add extra comments to a post. lord knows i do this a lot myself. lots of people will use tags to sort of ramble off-handedly under a post when it's not the main content of said post. this is especially common under reblogs - more on that later. since you can add spaces within tags, writing full sentences in the tags is easy and a very common practice. just be careful when using commas; adding a comma starts a new tag.

Notes

similarly to how twitter has likes, retweets and comments, tumblr has likes, reblogs and replies. however, these are all combined into one sum of notes. all notes on a post are compiled under the source post. by clicking on the number of notes under a post, you can see a list of all replies, likes and reblogs on a post, if you're curious like me.

on tumblr, likes act as more of a bookmarking tool. you can look at a list of all the posts you liked, and you can have this list displayed on your blog if you want, but likes do NOT increase the visibility of a post. if you want to help a post gain traction, you need to reblog it. if you don't want that post on your blog, but you want to let the person know that you've seen and enjoyed their post, you can leave a like as a small but kind gesture if you want. if you were playing minecraft, liking a post would be akin to punching a mob, but reblogging would be like using a sword. it may not necessarily be a powerful diamond sword, but it does more than a one-damage punch. i should also mention - you can only like a post once; if you like a reblog of a post, you like the source post and can't like separate reblogs of the post.

reblogs are the core of tumblr's functionality. this site does not have an algorithm, so reblogs are the only way for posts to circulate. it's probably pretty easy to figure out, but reblogs put another person's post on your own blog and on your followers' feeds. this is likely the biggest difference between tumblr and twitter: you can reblog a post as many times as you want, and you can add on to a post directly by reblogging, which is much different from a quote-tweet on twitter. also different from quote-tweets, all notes on reblogs are notes contributed to the source post. in a reblog, you can add a comment either in normal text or in the tags, and you can add images and gifs as well. it's common courtesy to put comments that don't contribute to the post in the tags, such as saying you think a post is funny. lots of famous tumblr posts are chains of reblogs - unlike on twitter where you can only retweet one tweet/reply at a time, you can reblog these reblog chains. you can also add the tags of the person you reblogged from to your own reblog if you want, though usually people just say "prev" if they liked the previous reblogger's tags.

replies are a convenient way to have a conversation under a post without repeatedly reblogging. although convenient, replies are limited in what you can do with them. they're text-only and have a character cap. but they're still a good way to add a quick comment to a post if you don't want it on your blog. you can also reply directly to a person in the notes of a post by mentioning them in your reply. replies can be deleted from a post or be turned off for a post entirely by the original poster.

I think that's about all you need to know to get started posting and reblogging, but please feel free to add on if i did happen to forget anything. thanks for reading and happy tumbling! :D

[anonthefold]

The Neapolitan ice cream of women. I am 8 games on my placements for support and decided after the first two games to literally go in blind on Juno*. I never really got to play her during the last season event because my friend wanted to play her and I don't mind waiting. I'll write something up next week when i am not so busy about my thoughts on her. I feel like honestly the hero is boosting me. I went right through plat into predicted diamond (which one of my friends has been convincing me that I should be in despite my belief that i am a plat support) and in Open queue I am almost within top 500 (the format is silly and shouldn't be taken seriously because it boils down to 3 tanks 2 supports and has a significantly less amount of overall players. however I have a lot of fun playing it because of that). Surely my thoughts will be outdated because i believe the mid season balance is coming this week and as much as I like playing Dva I would like to not play Dva anymore ok? I could stand for a Winston meta if Dva was nerfed slightly because he isn't as easy to get value like she is and literally every gold+ rank game I have been in has been swapping to DVa because they swap to DVa. It is like when Mauga released. I don't mind tank role these days but I dislike how narrow your options truly are. Plus you kind of have to be a generalist because one tricking on tank is pretty ass this season (thanks to the Roadhog who threw my last DPS comp game on Gibraltar because he can only play hog into an ana/dva. Additionally my mental is kind of tightening up on every role EXCEPT support. I still have to prepare myself to queue support and it is why I am floundering on doing my placements. I don't know why it is so nerve wracking outside of it being my perceived main role. Speaking on that I am a support main and always have been since OW1. I am part of a few different Overwatch discord servers and there is one I am semi active in that is mostly bronze/silver. I usually queue DPS with them because i am closest to their rank on DPS and it would make the games fairly balanced. They all thought I was a dps main.... until like last month. When we were on Blizzard world and I queued all roles and got support. I was like prepare for a sweaty game (this was season 11 btw) and they instantly thought I was going to play moira or mercy. Let's just say 35 elims 0 deaths and 15k healing/10 mins on Illari later they realized that I was, in fact, a support main (or at least an Illari main which is kind of like saying I play DPS with healing capabilities). Three games later I got support again on Shambali attack and went Ana then they got the full breadth of Gold/Plat supports. I felt like I was playing against bots and I know that doesn't sound nice but that lobby was really mostly bronze silver players. I think their mercy was the gold equivalent of me but Mercy doesn't have nade or sleep darts or my slightly above average tracking and accuracy. I kind of just stunned the 4 other people i was stacking with that game. another 0 deaths game 10k/10 with 5200 damage and 29 elims. I also slept 2 genji blades and 1 shatter (that one was lucky). I know I said it was easy and the stats kind of contradict that to a degree but I played that entire match not feeling pressured at all. Not my best performance but still reasonable. Anyway enough padding my own ego. I played in a 3 stack of masters players last week and I learned real quick how much I have to learn because my rotations were too slow, my accuracy needs improvement, and everything is just a little too intense for me at my current skill level (i.e. overwhelming). So yeah, still painfully average player.

*the restraint needed to not say "raw dogging Juno in comp" was enough to compromise with myself to put it in a footnote and not in the actual body of text.

[the-invisible-queer]

i def did notice that you hadn’t posted anything about joe, that’s why i thought he was in the dog house 💀 like if you were just going through your nick girl phase okay, lapses of judgment happen to the best of us but when not even your queue was posting joe anymore and you were like not even saying his name i 100% was like “damn what the fuck did he do” lmao

Besties BELIEVE ME when I tell you if Joe fucking Jonas ever did something that warranted a permanent cut from my life YOU'D KNOW ALL ABOUT IT

Man has been part of my life for too fucking long and is too deep in my psyche for me to just cut him off in silence and move on

I'll be kicking and screaming the whole time or I'd be talking the MOST shit depending on his hypothetical crime

I would be crying my fucking eyes out over it

If y'all were around for when I cut out Brendon Urie from my life it'll be like that BUT SO MUCH FUCKING WORSE

Because at least by the time Brendon's fall from grace happened for me I had already distanced myself because I started hating Panic's music - plus some other drama went down before that so I was already at the end of my rope with him

But for Joe, it'll be a full mourning period or pure fucking anger

But I HIGHLY doubt that could ever happen

He's been a mainstay for almost 20 years for a REASON

[eroticcannibal]

God the stories I could tell, especially in the past few months. We are honestly getting to the point where you'd have a better fighting chance in the US with no insurance than here in some cases. We got receptionists on their first week with no medical training trying to triage 200 patients at once, and its killing people. People are dropping dead before seeing a medical proffesional. Ambulances being assigned not by who needs it most, but by who is more likely to survive hours in a queue at a and e without treatment (so yes, people are being left to die at home because they need emergency treatment too much)

My kid had to wait so long for a vitamin defficiency test that it now uses a wheelchair, but also we can't actually get an appointment for a wheelchair either so we had to source it through a charity which has now taken it back. And of course this whole thing has taken so long that the intense vitamin course isn't working and it still cant walk. It can barely get out of bed most days. But of course, there's no follow up appointments. I'm back to fighting to even tell a GP there is a problem. And im lucky I've pulled my kid out of school. Countless families across the UK are being fined and dragged to court because they can't get their kids in to school because they are ILL and the NHS won't fucking help. They don't even give out sick notes anymore, which means approved absences are now impossible to get. Which means poor, vulnerable families are being fined out the nose or even imprisoned.

Imagine being one of those families. Imagine getting one of those letters through after you get home from watching your child become yet another statistic in the suicide epidemic, after CAMHS told you they weren't sick enough to be helped, or too autistic to be helped (because apparently CAMHS is not a service for autistic ppl in some areas now!) . Imagine the NHS telling you over and over that your child is fine and to shut up complaining about them self harming or having to keep bringing them to a and e for suicide attempts, or they'll refer you to social services (because if CAMHS decide your child isn't ill, then it must be you doing it, and a child in need plan is cheaper than treatment). Imagine your local CAMHS being so underfunded that rather than therapy they just take your child away from you, place them in a "temporary" facility for months or even years, where they arent educated or treated and you can't even take them home. Im not even going to keep talking about the shit the NHS will do to avoid paying out for treatment and what happens as a result to kids who need CAMHS help because this is a constant fear for me, but you see why I have ended up as basically a full time unqualified mental health worker for my child? No one else is going to do it. Its been over 2 fucking years and there is still no word on the crisis help for my child. Yknow, what adults even now will get within 48 hours (even if it is admittedly shit). Over 2 years. For a child.

(And I thought this couldn't get worse from when I was a kid. My mother almost lost 2 of us due to NHS incompetence, and she still got a level of help i could not dream of. At least they'd do a fucking refferal if she asked)

But damn if the NHS won't bend over backwards to try and force me into a and e for HUNGER PAINS, while ignoring my medical issues. Dying? You can wait. Off handedly mention hunger pains? Oh we will send you a fucking ambulance! Cant have that! (But this is what happens when a system is in crisis and the phones are staffed by well meaning but unqualified idiots)

But yknow, on the "plus" side, at least the NHS is dragging all the poor bastards who knew how to do their jobs out of retirement so they can work themselves into an early grave to patch the sinking ship that is the NHS. A handful of us can get some competent treatment, a practice manager can pat themselves on the back for "fixing" the problem while people continue to die in droves and the tories get richer.

Like, you know shit is bad when your poverty stricken friends in the bible belt offer to try and help move you and your family over there cus at least their local sliding scale hospital will do something for you (and they got fucking hormones down there. I'm not gonna go off for paragraphs on this post about trans healthcare and the wasted money on the NHS, lets just say I've been waiting 10 years for hormones and leave it at that. But my mates only waited days. In texas. Without insurance.)

[roosterbox]

As December gets closer, it’s almost time to start my Album Project up again. Yay!

As a reminder, this is where I spend a month (give or take) listening to a bunch of albums a day, when I have free time. Albums that I’ve either never sat with all the way through, or haven’t heard at all. And, once I’ve listened, I post a little mini review, plus a few favorite tracks, on Twitter. Though the way things are now, maybe I could start cross-posting on BlueSky, huh? Eh, we’ll see.

I’ve heard some really great stuff that I’ve missed over the years!

This will be Phase 3 of the project, and I’m listening to 100 albums per Phase. Which seems like a lot, but it goes pretty quick, let me tell you. I’m at about 82 albums in Phase 3’s queue, so I have the rest of November to fill out the rest, but I’m sure I can do it. Probably gonna take another long break in January and February, but then… Phase 4 in March. Maybe April.

I’m not outright soliciting album suggestions from anyone and everyone quite yet, but I wouldn’t mind if there was something you wanted to recommend, lol.

Curious about what I’ve listened to so far? Check out the list!

Van Halen - Van Halen (Self-Titled, aka 1)

Radiohead - Kid A

Rush - Moving Pictures

Van Halen - Women and Children First

Djo - Decide

Rush - Permanent Waves

Rush - Grace Under Pressure

Beach Boys - Pet Sounds

Radiohead - In Rainbows

Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast

Metallica - Master of Puppets

Ghost - Meliora

Rush - 2112

Deftones - White Pony

Tool - Lateralus

Ice Nine Kills - The Silver Scream

Boston - Boston (Self-Titled)

Deftones - Diamond Eyes

Judas Priest - Sin After Sin

David Bowie - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars

Nine Inch Nails - The Downward Spiral

Of Monsters and Men - My Head is an Animal

Bad Company - Bad Company (Self-Titled)

Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska

Peter Gabriel - Car

Coldplay - X & Y

Prince - Purple Rain

Queen - Sheer Heart Attack

Pink Floyd - Animals

Peter Gabriel - So

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Stained Class

Tom Petty - Full Moon Fever

The Doors - The Doors (Self-Titled)

Meatloaf - Bat Out Of Hell

Neil Young - Harvest

Rush - Fly By Night

Coldplay - Viva la Vida

Sabaton - The Great War

Heart - Dreamboat Annie

Kansas - Leftoverture

The Cure - Disintegration

Foo Fighters - The Color and the Shape

Linkin Park - Meteora

Elton John - Honky Chateau

The Pixies - Surfer Rosa

Judas Priest - British Steel

Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town

Nine Inch Nails - Pretty Hate Machine

Depeche Mode - Violator

Def Leppard - Pyromania

Peter Gabriel - Melt

Prince - Sign o’ the Times

Dusty Springfield - Dusty in Memphis

David Bowie - Heroes

Fleetwood Mac - Rumours

The Police - Synchronicity

Rush - A Farewell to Kings

The Clash - Combat Rock

The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main Street

Iron Maiden - Powerslave

Talking Heads - Remain in Light

Elton John - Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

Alanis Morissette - Jagged Little Pill

Ice Nine Kills - Welcome to Horrorwood

AC/DC - Back in Black

Judas Priest - Painkiller

Pink Floyd - Piper at the Gates of Dawn

Rainbow - Rising

Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine (self titled)

Deftones - Koi no Yokan

Radiohead - Amnesiac

Neil Young - After the Gold Rush

John Lennon - Plastic Ono Band

Foo Fighters - Wasting Light

Sabaton - The War to End All Wars

Elton John - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

REM - Murmur

Prince - Prince (Self-Titled)

Bob Dylan - Blood on the Tracks

The Rolling Stones - Let It Bleed

Black Sabbath - Paranoid

The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses (self titled)

Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life

Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run

My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade

Wings - Band on the Run

REM - Document

Def Leppard - Hysteria

Florence and the Machine - Lungs

System of a Down - Toxicity

Heart - Little Queen

Judas Priest - Screaming for Vengeance

Billy Joel - The Stranger

The Cure - Wish

Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth

Prince - Controversy

Elton John - Caribou

David Bowie - Young Americans

AC/DC - Highway to Hell

Led Zeppelin - Houses of the Holy

Elvis Costello - My Aim is True

Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation

Various Artists - Saturday Night Fever

Electric Light Orchestra - Out of the Blue

Michael Jackson - Thriller

The Cars - The Cars (Self-titled)

Derek and the Dominos - Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs

The Animals - The Animals (Self-titled)

John Lennon - Double Fantasy

Wings - At the Speed of Sound

Djo - Twenty Twenty

Public Enemy - It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back

King Crimson - In the Court of the Crimson King

INXS - Kick

Aretha Franklin - I Never Loved a Man the Way I Loved You

Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes

David Bowie - Station to Station

Patti Smith - Horses

Steely Dan - Aja

Moody Blues - On the Threshold of a Dream

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Mother’s Milk

Beastie Boys - Ill Communication

Jimi Hendrix Experience - Electric Ladyland

Steely Dan - Pretzel Logic

Lou Reed - Transformer

Sum 41 - All Killer No Filler

Rush - Signals

The Kinks - The Village Green Preservation Society

The Killers - Hot Fuss

Rush - Vapor Trails

Black Sabbath - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Tom Waits - Closing Time

Father John Misty - Chloe and the Next 20th Century

Moody Blues - In Search of the Lost Chord

Duran Duran - Rio

ABBA - Arrival

Liz Phair - Exile in Guyvile

Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly

Ghost - Opus Eponymous

Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Blondie - Parallel Lines

Judas Priest - Killing Machine

PUP - Morbid Stuff

Beastie Boys - Paul’s Boutique

Radiohead - A Moon-Shaped Pool

Van Halen - 1984

Thin Lizzy - Jailbreak

The Cure - Pornography

Stray Cats - Built for Speed

Aretha Franklin - Lady Soul

Joy Division - Unknown Pleasures

Elvis Presley - The Sun Sessions

Madonna - Ray of Light

Jethro Tull - Aqualung

Bruce Springsteen - Born in the USA

Tom Waits - Rain Dogs

AC/DC - Powerage

Black Sabbath - Master of Reality

Beach Boys - Surf’s Up

Neil Young - On The Beach

Jane’s Addiction - Nothing‘s Shocking

The Replacements - Let It Be

Bachman-Turner Overdrive - Not Fragile

Run DMC - Raising Hell

Depeche Mode - Music for the Masses

Bob Dylan - Highway 61 Revisited

Smashing Pumpkins - Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness

Bob Welch - French Kiss

Muse - Black Holes and Revelations

Bush - Sixteen Stone

Fiona Apple - Tidal

Iron Maiden - Seventh Son of a Seventh Son

Jimi Hendrix Experience - Axis: Bold As Love

Wings - Venus and Mars

Rush - Hemispheres

Tool - Undertow

Joni Mitchell - Blue

Yes - Fragile

The Stooges - Fun House

Elton John - Madman Across the Water

Iron Maiden - Fear of the Dark

Metallica - And Justice For All

The Band - Music from Big Pink

Paul McCartney - McCartney II

Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way

Kate Bush - Hounds of Love

ZZ Top - Eliminator

Deftones - Around the Fur

Queen - Queen II

Paramore - Brand New Eyes

Dio - Holy Diver

Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile

Peter Gabriel - Scratch

Marvin Gaye - What’s Going On

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Deja Vu

Pretenders - Pretenders (self-titled)

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Cosmo’s Factory

Chicago - 6

The Alan Parsons Project - I Robot

[musesinked]

Sam shrugged nonchalantly. “I see enough bloods and guts, don’t need to be eating it too.” In honesty, he didn’t need the risk of heart disease from over fatty foods to knock down his already low life expectancy. “Plus, someone’s gotta be in shape to roll Dean about whenever all the junk he eats catches up on him.” He jabbed at the older Winchester with a smug grin. "At least my stomach will be full and happy when doing it." Dean was quick to quip back, patting at his stomach as he did.

As much as Dean enjoyed the mental image of Faith dancing round a pole, he knew her explanation was complete bull. Sammy however, bought it. He always was the more naive and believing type out of the two. "Well I'm glad to see you again, whatever brought you into the business." Sam's words were sincere, a closed lipped smile following.

The youngest brother's smile was quick to fade at Faith's bargaining of sharing information. "And I think that's my queue to go freshen up." Sam practically pushed Dean out of the booth to get past him, his long legs not moving quick enough to save him from any further awkward words from Faith. "Dude, seriously!" Dean moaned, brows frowning together as he watched his brother scramble. "Damn that gets me every time. You'd think the kid never spoke to a woman before." He chuckled, plumping himself back into the booth, wasting no time in taking a monstrous bite of his now delivered burger. For a second, he almost had forgotten he was partially pissed at Faith.

"So, where the hell have you been?" His mouth still half full of cheesy meaty goodness, Dean wasted no more time in finding out the answers he'd waited eight months for. "I thought you were freakin' dead!"

@faiththesinfulslayer

"Oh yeah, wicked unpredictable," chortled Faith, rolling her eyes in Sam's direction at Dean's addition of a cheeseburger only to have her expression turn to one of almost abject horror when Sam requested some sort of salad thing from the waitress.

"Yo, what's with the greens, Iron Giant? Did you turn part rabbit while I was away or somethin'?" she quipped, eyeing the much taller, yet younger Winchester almost suspiciously.

It wasn't often that Faith was at a loss for words, but it hadn't taken a rocket scientist to realise she inadvertently poked the elephant in the room when she alluded to hunting. Licking over her ripe berry red lips slowly, Faith shifted against the vinyl booth supressing the urge to push past the hunters and run. Historically, being cornered didn't bring out the best in her, and she was all too well aware that she owed Dean some serious explanations for more than just her 8 month hiatus from their online pen pal action. The issue was, having Sammy there was putting a damper on the caring and sharing portion of this afternoon's reunion extravaganza. "Not to rain on your parade there Sammy, but there's no great mystery here for you to Scooby-Doo your way through," she shrugged, flashing a sultry, yet cocky grin at the brothers, "You two made hunting look like a riot, how could I decide not to join in and play?'" she cooed, leaning back casually into the booth. "Besides, it wasn't exactly like I had a whole lotta options back in Boston. It was either the pole or the street corner for me, and while I think we all know I could work a stripper pole until it begged for mercy, I heard the retirement plan sucks, so I opted for door number three - Hunting."

The explanation was actually pretty damn close to the truth, but it certainly wasn't the whole truth, not by a long shot though Faith delivered it with such confidence that only someone who really knew her might ever be able to tell. Thankfully, no such person existed -

Only, that wasn't entirely true either. Dean Freakin' Winchester knew her better than anyone on the damn planet because it was a helluva lot easier to occasionally let somebody in with a grain of sincerity and a sprinkling of openness here and there when the odds of ever seeing them in person again was slim to none. Only here he was, in the damn how did he even get HOTTER flesh.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Faith purred, nibbling at the corner of her lower lip in response to Sammy's request for shared info on the case she was currently working on.

Thankfully, it was at that moment that the waitress brought their plates out to them.

@musesinked

[thatawkwardzillennialfangirl]

Concerts

So, this is the first ever blog post of 2023? Alright :)

Hello everyone!

I hope everyone has had a great start to 2023. I didn't manage to post the first two months because it gotten really busy and I did not have anything to write about. So, I was kind of in (like) a hibernating state.

Almost one week from writing this post (it's next weekend exactly), I will be going to my first ever concert in my entire life. Yes, you read it right. Sadly, it is not Selena Gomez as everyone would think and hope that it would be my first concert. But it's Ed Sheeran.

I got invited by my best friend just days after he announced that he's coming to Australia. I like Ed's songs and I find him very cute and adorable. I was a bit hesitant at first at her invite because I can mostly sing his radio hits like Galway Girl, Shape of You, Thinking Out Loud (the unofficial national anthem of the Philippines ¹), Lego House, Photograph, Perfect, and others, but never the non-singles and if I ever go to the concert, it would make me feel like a "local"². BUT, at that time, I was in a concert hype and desperately wanted to go and experience one. So, I jumped in.

We managed to get good seats though. Not complaining about it though because anywhere in the stadium is a good seat.

When it comes to concerts, particularly with my favourite artists such as Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift, that is the moment where you get to see me in full fangirl mode. I became like the other fans who (now) create TikToks/digital content taking you to my journey of preparing for the concert from seat choosing to outfit planning to sign making.

I tend to be very specific when it comes to the following things:

Seats: I understand and am aware that seats tend to go out quickly but recently, I realised that I like to have my seats by the aisle rather than inside or middle of the row. That way, in case that I need to go to the toilet, grab food, or buy merch, I can quickly get out without disturbing anyone's fun. I also wanted to be in the barrier in the upper level on the stands, any seat preferrable. Great place to hang down my hardworked signs.

Outfit: I have never planned an outfit for a concert before and I usually go with my plain jeans and shirt. But when the time comes, I usually find something that references to the artist (something that they said/song/etc). Like for example, when we planned to go to the reputation tour of Taylor, my cousin and I initially planned of having to wear like a car because of her song "Getaway Car", which was part of the album. Then, she changed it to 4 hearts with the letters K I N G in each of them (for King of My Heart, another track which was part of the album). Sadly, the plan did not push through but they still went to the concert without me.

Arriving: In the recent months, camping outside of the stadium is becoming discouraged because of safety reasons and honestly, for me, I never liked camping for a concert. I love the dedication that fans do behind it, but I find it safe to be indoors. Plus, you get to sit in extreme weather for a very long time, which is an ick for me. If you prefer to camp out, you do you. But that was just my personal preference. If the concert is usually on a weekend, I would prefer getting there quite early as I will buy merch and avoid the chaotic queue.

Leaving: I much prefer leaving before the encore before it gets crowded. I have a bit of claustrophobia and would not want to get mushed in the crowd on our way out.

So yeah, I am very excited about Ed's show next week and there will be a part 2 to this as I will tell you about how my personality becomes very ironic when it comes to concerts.

Footnotes. ¹ That is the most requested song back home in 2015. It was played so much that it almost became the unofficial national anthem. ² Non-fans who go to a concert