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nerdlvr · 6 months ago

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mark turned his phone off, silencing the never ending calls and texts from his friends. to be fair, he was never planning on fighting jaehyun, god knows jae would beat him to the pulp. but he just wanted to get to the bar as soon as possible to get you out of a situation that you'd regret tomorrow morning, much like the kiss you two shared.

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when he entered the bar he was greeted by a short blonde lady, a kind smile on her face,

"hello welcome to 127, do you have a reservation? or is a party waiting for you?"

he didn't think twice before quickly responding,

"uh yeah someone's waiting for me. do you have a party under y/n y/ln? or jung jaehyun?"

she nodded, opening her notepad, looking through the reservation names.

"yep, right here, jung jaehyun, follow me sir."

he followed behind her looking around to see all the nasty drunk men attempting, and failing, at trying to get with a girl at the bar. he grimaced, thinking about jaehyun possibly doing that to you. he balled his fist, ducking his head for the rest of the walk, choosing to not look around.

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they arrived at a closed door towards the back of the bar, a private room. the lady knocked on the door loudly, hoping the people inside would hear her over the music playing, before gesturing for mark to go inside. he took a deep breath before opening the door, preparing to see the worst. but when he stepped inside you and jaehyun were anything but close to each other.

jaehyun was swaying in front of the large tv, microphone pressed against his lips as he sang some sappy breakup song, something about roses. you, on the other hand, were slumped against the couch, bottle in one hand and your phone in the other.

you lifted the bottle to take a sip, when you felt a hand tug it away from you.

"hey! i was drinking tha- mark!"

you sat up, reaching forward to grab a plastic cup and throwing it towards jaehyun's back. he flinched turning around to look at you,

"what is it, i already said no more drin- mark! it took you long enough!"

jaehyun stopped the music before reaching over to greet mark, pulling him into a side hug.

"mark buddy, she is totally wasted, and so am i-"

he poked his cheek with his finger,

"but i have someone coming to pick me up, if you want, you can take my car and drive y/n home, what do you think?"

mark nodded slowly, confused as to why jaehyun hadn't tried to make a move on you yet, but his thoughts were interrupted as jae placed his car keys into his hand. he didn't miss the wink jaehyun sent him before going back to turn on the music.

he looked over at you as you smiled up at him, blinking cutely. he bit back a smile as he squatted down,

"get on, we're leaving."

you slowly walked behind him before laying your stomach on his back, arms coming to wrap around his neck. mark grunted quietly as he grabbed the back of your legs and stood up, turning one last time to catch jaehyun waving goodbye.

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as he walked to the car he felt your warm breath fan over his ear, making him burn up. he stuttered as he spoke,

"um, y/n, uh how much have you had to drink?"

you laid your head on his shoulder, lips close to his neck,

"last time you asked me that you kissed me, is that what you're trying to do?"

he choked on his spit, bouncing you up as he fixed you on his back.

"no what, of course no-"

you giggled,

"i'm just kidding markie. i had maybe 2 bottles of soju, maybe 4, maybe more, i'm not too sure."

he placed you down as he opened the car door, helping you get inside, before buckling your seatbelt.

"well, it's obvious you've had more than enough, i'm taking you home okay?"

you nodded firmly, pouting your lips. mark could die at how cute you were right now, flushed cheeks, light sweat forming on your hairline, your pretty lips puckered. he mumbled something about, you having to be more careful who you drink with, before hopping into the drivers seat and driving to your building.

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the drive was quiet, the silence filled by you occasionally humming to what played on the radio. and getting you to your apartment went smoothly as you both were able to take the elevator straight up. what he couldn't handle was the stares you kept giving him. since you left the bar to when you got in front of your door, you kept glancing over at mark, smiling slightly before looking at his lips and then back up to his eyes. mark had to take deep breaths in order to restrain himself from attaching his lips to yours, quickly turning away each time he caught you staring.

once he helped you unlock your door, he figured his night was over, mission accomplished, he could now slip into his warm bed and try to contain his embarrassing moans as he thought of your sweet flushed face, but you had other plans.

"where are you going markie? the beds over here."

you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers, before dragging him into your apartment. he followed behind you dumbly, not fully processing what was going on.

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when he finally stepped into your bedroom you let go of his hand, doing a little spin and striking a pose.

"this- this right here is my room."

he giggled at your silly movements, taking a moment to process everything in your room.

it was simple, just a bed and bookshelf desk. plenty of cute plushies and pillows adorning your bed, a little clothing rack holding your clothes and shoes. everything was either a shade of white or pink, pretty and perfect, just like you. but the thing that shocked mark the most was the smell. stepping into your room felt almost as close to the feeling of kissing you. the smell was all around him, warm, soft and sweet, if he licked his lips he felt like he could taste you. his cheeks felt hot as he looked back at you, now sat on your bed, legs crossed, smiling up at him, arms extended. he slowly stepped towards you, hesitant to touch you. but you pushed him away when he got too close.

"i don't want a hug, help me take this thing off mark!"

he looked down at you confused, trying to find a way to help you. he tugged at your shirt, struggling when it wouldn't budge. how do you get this thing off? you noticed his struggle and laid back on the bed using your fingers and legs to shimmy out of your pants, only thing left was your body suit and undergarments.

mark quickly turned away face now burning red.

"oh, uh, sorry, i- i don't think i can help you, can you do if yourself?"

he heard you huff and then the sound of fabric rustling.

"i can do it, just go find me a shirt, they're hanging over there."

he walked towards your clothing rack, searching for the comfiest shirt. he landed on a huge white tee, some anime design he couldn't recognize on the back. he turned to give you the shirt, mouth going dry. there you were sitting, legs crossed again, only your panties covering your lower half, and well, your hands covering the top. you took your hands off your breasts and crawled forward, snatching the shirt from his hand.

"gimme, it's cold."

he turned around again as you put the shirt on.

"i'm gonna, i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?"

he was out before you could even respond, locking himself in the bathroom.

he looked at his pink face in the mirror.

"get it together mark lee. it's not like you've never seen a naked woman before! what is going on with you-"

he looked down at his pants, groaning at the evident bulge poking through his grey sweats.

he splashed some cold water on his face looking at himself in the mirror one last time, gently slapping his face.

"you got this mark, you got this."

when he walked back into the room he immediately panicked again, there you were standing on the bed, a mystery bottle in your hand. he rushed over to you attempting to get you down from there. you plopped down onto the bed, taking a sip of the bottle.

he reached for the bottle taking it from you,

"give me that, no more drinking, you go to bed now."

you giggled at his attitude, hopping out of bed. you began to prance around the room, humming a song he didn't know.

"y/n i'm serious, get into bed now."

he was starting to get frustrated. mark can't even remember the last time he dealt with a drunk person, actually, he can. it was haechan's birthday party and haechan thought it was an amazing idea to get shitfaced. the night ended with jeno and mark taking turns hosing haechan down and putting him to sleep in the bathtub.

he knew how to deal with dirty drunk men, what does he do when the drunk person in question is the prettiest girl he's ever laid eyes on?

he put the bottle down on your desk and got into bed, pulling the covers open for you.

"come in, come sleep with me."

you gasped, raising your finger to point at him,

"mark lee! how easy do you think i am? just because you're insanely hot, and an amazing kisser, and have on those grey sweats, none- none of that means i'm going to sleep with you!"

he chuckled as you continued to ramble,

"and you know what, since i'm being honest. i do actually, want to sleep with you! but you-"

you got close to his face, poking his lips,

"youuu, have a stupid crush! and i, i am a girls girl, well, maybe not since i kissed you, but i am now! but its sooo hard dammit! i hope something tragic happens to her, oh!"

you brought your hands up to cover your mouth,

"no i don't, i didn't mean that! but i kinda did! mark lee i hate you!"

you threw yourself on the bed next to him, letting out a loud breath, crossing your arms. he reached towards you, grabbing onto your waist, pulling you up to lay on his chest.

"okay baby, i get it, but it's time for bed now, okay?"

"don't call me that mark lee, you love to see me suffer."

you felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, hand coming up to play with your hair. you let out a sigh feeling relaxed in his arms.

"i'm just gonna take a nap okay? just a nap! don't you try anything!"

he reached under your shirt to rub your back, goosebumps forming on your skin.

"alright then mama, just a nap."

he nuzzled into your forehead, debating on whether it was appropriate to give you a kiss, but deciding to just hold you closer instead, enjoying the sweetness of your smell.

his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your breath begin to calm. this can't be a dream right?

𖦹 .ᐣ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ cryptic crush — [28] gordon ramsay

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notes : long awaited comebackkkk!!! no confession yet but something about me loves romantic tension im sorry it's an illness.

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parkerbombshell · 1 year ago

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Addictions and Other Vices 922 – Colour Me Friday

Addictions and Other Vices Today Special Time 12pm EST Fridays 3pm Repeats Saturday 3pm EST and Sunday 8am EST bombshellradio.com #NowPlaying #indie #rock #alternative #Synthpop #indierock #community #radio #BombshellRadio #DJ #AddictionsPodcast #NewMusic #ColourMeFriday #Radio247 New Indie finds, previews of Just Another Menace Sunday artists coming up this weekend into next week ala Dennis The Menace, and Alex Green of Stereo Embers The Podcast and Sandy Kaye of A Breath of Fresh Air. Discoveries from our social media followers and a few more surprises. Thanks to all the artists, labels and PR companies that submitted tracks this week. Fix Mix 922 1. Bug Like an Angel / Mitski 2. Pink / Lizzo 3. Waves / Kula Shaker 4. Paper Planes / Tinyumbrellas 5. Something Familiar / MAY-A 6. Relax / Frankie Goes To Hollywood 7. Video Killed The Radio Star / The Buggles 8. Joanna (Single Version) / Kool & The Gang 9. Can the Can / Suzi Quatro 10. Truth As My Weapon / Suzi Quatro + KT Tunstall 11. Always / BabyGirl 12. Starlight / Babygirl 13. Me & Me / The Beaches 14. Stupid Girl / Garbage 15. Don't Look Back In Anger / Oasis 16. Don't Ask Me Questions / Graham Parker and the Rumor 17. The Music Of The Devil / Graham Parker and the Goldtops 18. No Myth / Michael Penn 19. History Books (feat. Bruce Springsteen) / The Gaslight Anthem 20. Baby Blue / Sundara Karma 21. Doubt / Slow Pulp 22. Senses Working Overtime / XTC 23. Look At Those Stars / The 3 Clubmen 24. Don't Love You Anymore / Edie Bens 25. Easy Thing / Snail Mail 26. Suburban Solutions / Wild Nothing 27. One Hit Wonder / Cate 28. Whole Wide World / Wreckless Eric 29. Meal Deal / Panic Shack 30. Crying All the Time / The Black Watch 31. Daniel / Bat for Lashes 32. A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) / Romeo Void 33. Angel / NewDad 34. Stuck In a Car With You / Twin Atlantic 35. Losing My Sense Of Taste / Pretenders 36. You Held It All / The Staves 37. Out Of My Mind / Trousdale 38. What Was I Made For / Billie Eilish INTERVIEWS THIS WEEK Friday September 22 Rainbow Country w wp HR 1 - Coverage of the 48th Edition of the Toronto International Film Festival #LGBT Films #NationalAnthem Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Trevor Horn A Breath of Fresh Air w / Robert Kool (Kool and the Gang) Saturday September 23 Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Trevor Horn Sunday September 24 Stereo Embers The Podcast w / Suzi Quatro Just Another Menace Sunday w/ The Dandy Warhols Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Babygirl Monday September 25 Stereo Embers The Podcast w / Graham Parker Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Michael Penn Tuesday September 26 Stereo Embers The Podcast w / The Three Clubmen & Graham Parker A Breath of Fresh Air w / Simon Kirke (Free, Bad Company) Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Edie Bens Rainbow Country w / Award-Winning Writer Professor & Playwright Patrick Horrigan Wednesday September 27 Stereo Embers The Podcast w / Wreckless Eric Just Another Menace Sunday w/ The Dandy Warhols Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Panic Shack Thursday September 28 Stereo Embers The Podcast w / John Andrew Fredrick (The Black Watch) Stereo Embers The Podcast w / Sandy Bell Just Another Menace Sunday w/ Romeo Void & Bat For Lashes Addictions and Other Vices Read the full article

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anitosoul · 4 years ago

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tripreport.015: Head Cheerleader

feminine energy ✨

Key Inspirations

Comedy shows (Activity)

Rachel Sennott (Comedian)

Pom Pom Squad – Death of a Cheerleader (Music Album)

Early 2000’s R&B (Music Genre)

Late 2000’s Pop Punk (Music Genre)

The current wave of cool indie girl rockers (Music Artists)

Brandy – “The Boy Is Mine” (Song)

Roller skating (Activity)

Nail salons (Activity)

2021 Pride Celebration (Activity)

Outdoor concerts (Activity)

Head Cheerleader Tracklist A-Side

The Supremes – You Can’t Hurry Love

TLC – No Scrubs

Coco & Clair Clair – Pop Star

Yvette Cason – Cash Play

Caroline Polachek – Bunny Is a Rider

Kim Petras – I Don’t Want It At All

Olivia Rodrigo – good 4 u

Brandy, Monica – The Boy Is Mine

Carole King – It’s Too Late

Soccer Mommy – Your Dog

Tkay Maidza – Cashmere

Billie Eilish – I Didn’t Change My Number

Banoffee – Idiot

Head Cheerleader Tracklist B-Side

Porridge Radio, Clarence Clarity – Pop Song (Clarence Clarity Remix)

Pom Pom Squad – Head Cheerleader

Paramore – Misery Business

WILLOW, Travis Barker – Gaslight

Doja Cat – Need to Know

Alanis Morissette – You Oughta Know

Avril Lavigne – Sk8er Boi

Mannequin Pussy – Perfect

SASAMI – Sorry Entertainer

Slow Pulp – At It Again

Snail Mail – Full Control

Amber Mark – Heart-Shaped Box

Clairo – Blouse

Nina Simone – Ain’t Got No – I Got Life (Live at Philharmonic Hall, New York, NY – October 1969)

July was a continuation of the discombobulated vibes of June, but this time without as much of the mystique. We were fully in the throes of HGS, trying to figure out if it was a marathon, sprint, or why it even felt like a race in the first place. The end of June into the beginning of July was full of energy, including a jam packed stretch between Pride Weekend and 4th of July. It was the peak of the intensity: I had been hosting people in the city since June, and that week I had my partner at the time and best friend visiting. Celebrating Pride in Washington Square Park was momentous; the scene felt like history in the making. WSP is always busy, but I had never seen so many people there, let alone with so much positive energy.

We ran through the fountain, music blasted from every angle, bubbles and glitter filled the air, there was a person spitting fire?? It was bliss. Later that evening, my partner and I went to our first concert in years, George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars in Central Park. It was a mind-blowing live performance and I was so glad it was my first concert post-lockdown. Seeing Maggot Brain live was one of the greatest experiences of my life. (Side note, we also saw Ted Allen there and chatted with him briefly after the concert, which was one of the coolest things to happen to us as major Chopped fans.)

Besides that, the beginning of July involved taking full advantage of the city as I hosted other friends. We visited museums, walked around, ate our way through the city, hit up drag performances, went roller skating, and saw lots of comedy shows. I got my nails painted for the first time: yellow, the color that represented my summer and the brightness of the moment. 4th of July was equally intense, with an Octo Octa b2b Eris Drew daytime rave at Knockdown Center and rooftop fireworks to close out the night. It was magical spending those summer moments with loved ones from every era of my life: middle school, high school, college, post-grad, NYC, lockdown. I was reminded of how many incredible people I had in my life. I felt grateful for it all.

I was trying so many new things, and why not? The pandemic infused a latent sense of urgency into everything. I would take advantage of every moment; I may not have the chance in the future! None of it was promised. This philosophy affected the way I viewed myself as well. I started feeling more connected to femininity, both in the people I had around as well as within myself. It was a way of protecting myself, feeling a sense of inherent comfort and doing what I could to take care of others.

In the midst of all of the fun, I wasn’t admitting to myself that I was totally exhausted. I had been hosting people in the city for 6 weeks straight, not leaving a moment to myself. I was neglecting the fact that I had given myself no space to adjust to all of the monumental changes in my life–starting my full-time career job, living alone in a new part of the city, maintaining a long distance relationship for the first time, and dealing with the whiplash of being thrust into “real life” again after over a year of being in lockdown. The moment the last friend I hosted left to go to the airport, it all hit me at once.

I had to start taking real responsibility for my life, and I had no idea where to begin. I knew that hosting friends, going out every day and spending with reckless abandon was not going to be sustainable, but I didn’t know how to grapple with the alternative. The back half of July became difficult as the magic of the summer started winding down. I clung on however I could, forcing activity when I knew I needed to rest. I felt imposter syndrome in everything; I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing or what I wanted. After over a year of constantly being around my immediate family and friends, I suddenly felt very alone. I felt like I was drifting; by the end of July, I was aimless and lost. As I’ve always done, I turned to the music–the songs in this month’s mix were relatable and comforting, drawing upon angst, amusement, confusion, and femininity. During this period of minimal direction, the music provided a semblance of maternal guidance.

#trip report #music #music writing #reflects #riot grrrl #Spotify

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schniiipsel · 10 months ago

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Thanks for the tag Ange @ewanmitchellcrumbs 💞💞

Music genres: Rock - hard rock, classic rock, glam rock, psychedelic rock etc., Punk, New Wave, Dark Wave, Disco

Shows & Films: Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, The Last Kingdom, Vampire Diaries, That 70s show, Bridgerton, Friends, Dr Who, the Crown, the Witcher, Sex and the City, Ripper Street, Desperate Housewives, Last of us, New Girl, American horror story, Ku'damm 56

Lord of the Rings, Conjuring films, Radio Rock Revolution, Dirty Dancing, Legend, Pride and Prejudice, This is England, Schindlers List, the Exorcist, Ben Stokers Dracula, Pulp Fiction, From Dusk Till Dawn, Reservoir dogs, 28 Days Later, Dawn of the dead, Lethal Weapon, Sonnenallee, Pretty Woman, Dangerous Loaisons, 10 things I hate about you, Batman the dark knight

Colours: dark green and black

Characters: Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Osferth, Robb Stark, Jamie Lannister, Sansa Stark, Rhaenyra Targaryen, Tormund, Oberyn Martell, Eadith, Finan, Erik, Geralt of Riva, Benedict Bridgerton

Musicians: Led Zeppelin, Pink floyd, Queen, Mötley Crüe, T.Rex, The Kinks, Die Ärzte, Guns'n'Roses, ABBA, Airbourne, AC/DC, Steve Miller Band, Blondie, Patti Smith, Green Day, Pro Pain, The Cure, New Order, Joy Division, Misfits, Fleetwood Mac, Meat loaf, Demented are go, Rancid, Sex Pistols, Social Distortion

Tagging, no pressure!

@thought--bubble @anjelicawrites @zaldritzosrose @aemondtargaryenonlyfans @aemondsbabe @just-some-random-blogger @the-dendrophile-bookdragon @wolfdressedinlace

Mutuals Appreciation Game

Thank you to @aemvnd for the tag 💕

Music genres: metal, hip hop & classical

Shows & films: House of the Dragon, Vikings, The Last Kingdom, Russian Doll, The Bear, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Letterkenny, Peep Show, What We Do in the Shadows, People Just Do Nothing, Trailer Park Boys, Hardy Bucks. The Machinist, Pan’s Labyrinth, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Secretary, Jaws, The Fountain, Aliens, The Northman, The VVitch, Requiem for a Dream, Saltburn.

Colours: Black, green, purple.

Characters: Otto Hightower, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Cersei Lannister, Tormund Giantsbane, Brienne of Tarth, Melisandre, Jaqen H’ghar, Floki, Helga, Rollo, Sigtryggr, Skade, Osferth, Loki, Sephiroth, Tifa Lockhart, Morrigan (Dragon Age), Maeve (Sex Education)

Musicians: Thou, Chelsea Wolfe, Misfits, King Dude, Run the Jewels, Edward Elgar, Emma Ruth Rundle, Full of Hell, Deftones, Nick Cave, PJ Harvey, Death Grips, Blood Incantation, Midnight, Ludovico Einaudi, Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Zola Jesus.

No pressure tags: @vampire-exgirlfriend @emilykaldwen @lady-morrigen @aegonx @bottlesandbarricades @targaryenrealnessdarling @dreamymoomin @aemondsbabe @aemondtargaryenonlyfans @schniiipsel @flowerandblood @barbieaemond @hoosbandewan @exitpursuedbyavulcan @the-wonderland-madnesss

#tag games #lovely moots 💕

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saffloure · 3 years ago

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ೃ༄HIT DICE (III)

EDDIE MUNSON X HARRINGTON!OC

MASTERLIST

✧chapter three: to the grave and beyond

↳ word count: 6,7k

↳ spoiler warning: seasons 1-3

↳ other warnings: mentions of blood, v mean cheerleaders

↳ mentioned songs/artists: Megadeth, Olivia Newton-John, Slayer, Sabbra Cadabra by Black Sabbath, Since Yesterday by Strawberry Switchblade, Judas Priest

↳ a/n: introducing two new oc’s today! hope y’all excited because Debbie Donoghue has been haunting me in my dreams ever since i’ve came up with the idea of her. also protect Chrissy for all cost although it’s a bit too late to say that dhchcjj

The roads were sprinkled with February's white fluff, or rather — what was left of it. A pulp that consisted of dirty, wet snow, some sticks and remains of trash wasn't uncommon in Hawkins at this time of the year. Whether it was sprawling across the roadside, staining the floors in the hallways or smearing Stacy's Harrington new winter shoes.

Those weather condition, were only a secondary reason of the brunette, suddenly asking, "Eddie, where the hell are we going?"

The spoken Eddie Munson, sitting in the driver's seat and bopping his head to the sound of a Megadeth song playing in the radio, didn't even bat his eye to his companion. Instead, he slyly smirked, keeping his gaze on the road.

"So let me get things straight," Stacy continued, adjusting her position on the passenger’s seat. "You say you'll drop me home after school and then you just drive past my house and when I ask you for... what? Seventeen time in a row where are we going, you're not answering? That looks like a kidnapping to me."

"Do you have anything better to do today?" Eddie chuckled, completely dismissing the little investigation she was conducting. When he received no answer, he added, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Stacy shook her head in disbelief and not being able to keep her serious face on, she murmured, "It's still a kidnapping."

"No, it's not. You walked in here by yourself," Eddie replied, waving a finger in front of her face, "...and mommy said not to befriend a drug dealer."

"Did it just for the discount," Stacy scoffed ironically in hopes of causing a reaction from Eddie. Instead, he clearly saw through her attempts in getting him invested in a conversation and plainly laughed.

He was deadly aware he could have easily slipped up while talking with Stacy. Knowing that, he would have done anything in his power to avoid being mislead by her.

Since the beginning of December, specifically from the moment Stacy decided she would tutor him, the two had been meeting on a regular basis. Whether it was listening to music in Eddie's trailer, smoking weed in the forest behind their school or even studying in library. Although the last instance was only partially true. What would fit more accurately was Stacy trying to study and Eddie distracting her.

The bond that grew between them wasn't noticeable from a third person's perspective. Debatably, it seemed almost impossible for one to take a stance of claiming people like Eddie and Stacy could have ever grown closer to each other. Besides, there had been no evidence to prove this point — at school, they almost never spoke to one another, sitting at their designated tables in the cafeteria. Fridays, however, were reserved for their meetings. That is exactly why Eddie decided that today would be interesting to switch things around a little bit.

"I'm genuinely scared, Munson. Don't play with me," Stacy went on, however, her words did not match her amused tone.

"Don't you trust me, buttercup?" Eddie asked in exaggeration, furrowing his brow.

"Fuck no," she grinned, grabbing onto the handle the moment he took a sharp turn.

"We're here!" he cheerfully exclaimed, turning off the engine of his van. "Pick whichever cassette you want and come with me."

"Just as I had any choice to that last part," Stacy rolled her eyes, picking up two metal mixtapes they most frequently listened to together.

"What was that?"

"I didn't say anything," she shrugged, letting him to lead her through the overgrown path.

The house, or rather — a shack, looked as if no one properly took care of it. The blue paint was chipping off the wooden walls, the porch was missing a few planks. Yet it was the tranquil scenery of the Lovers’ Lake, the nearby flora that consisted of dense forest and tall bushes and the decking that lead to a small boathouse that made the place feel incredibly pleasant.

"Allow me, fair maiden," Eddie offered, opening the doors for Stacy with the bunch of keys he kept in his pocket. "Welcome to the Lipton House," he said with a sonorous manner.

"Lipton? That's the guy you’ve said they put in prison, right? Wasn't he called...?"

"Reefer Rick, yeah," Eddie interrupted, throwing his bag pack on the grayish couch as they walked in the living room. Turning back to Stacy, he placed his hands on her shoulders, whispering, "So that is why if you say anything to anyone about me having keys to his place, you'll end up as food for all of these fishes in the Lovers' Lake."

Stacy scrunched her nose and patting the top of his head promised, "I'll take this secret to the grave and beyond."

A smile entered Eddie's face. The one that only showed when he was around her. Believing it was a regular expression, he watched her opening the back doors and leaving the warmth of the shack.

"Hey, quick-feet, where're you goin'?" Eddie called after her, observing how she delicately jumped on the stones that the little path was made of.

"See the fishes that you supposedly are going to feed with my remains!" Stacy answered enthusiastically, not waiting for him to catch up.

Finding herself on the bay, she bended ever so slightly in hopes to observe the marine life of the Lovers’ Lake. The whole ordeal, however, was purely theatrical — it was true that the winter was ending and the ice on the lake had already started melting, yet it wasn't warm enough to see any signs of animals, especially fishes. Although fully logical and broad-minded, Stacy Harrington couldn't forget about the fact that, after all, she shared the same last name as her brother. One of the perks that came with that was obviously acting incredibly agitated, silly even, when stricken by a delightful experience. This time, Stacy's reaction didn't need to be caused by anything exorbitant; Eddie's intentions were enough to make her joyous.

"I’ve never said I was going to feed them with your remains," she heard Eddie claim in a suspenseful manner as he approached her from behind.

"Oh, you'll have to. I'm sure the fishes here don't fancy eating humans alive," Stacy corrected him with the exact same tone he recognized from classes they shared together. "Besides, I think you won't do that even if I snitched on you. You like me too much," she added with a snarky smirk, her hands now being plastered to her hips.

The moment she had closed her eyes in pure delight while claiming the victory, she felt Eddie's arms smoothly yet unexpectedly picking her up from the ground. The rapid motion made her subconsciously wrap her hands around his neck, only to express utter shock on her face.

"Eddie! Put me down!" she yelled in a frenzy, holding onto his neck even tighter.

"So you say I won't do that, huh?" he teased her, taking a few steps closer to the body of water in front of them.

"Edward, I swear to god! Those rocks are slippery! We're gonna fall down together if you trip!"

"Wait, what did you just call me?" Eddie scrunched his nose as he loosened his grip on Stacy's waist and legs, just enough to scare her.

"You son of a..! Put me down or I'll cut off all of your hair and stuff your guitar with it!"

"Okay, now I'm seriously throwing you into that lake," he replied in a grim tone, shaking his head as he resumed his walk. It caused Stacy to curl into a ball in hopes that it'd make it impossible for his threat to come true.

Closing her eyes, she was prepared to feel the freezing water swallowing her whole. She was ready to stand up in the shallow, cursing Eddie out. But instead of unpleasant wetness under her feet, she felt steady ground and heard a loud chuckle when her eyes still remained squinted.

"C'mon, it's cold here," was the only thing that Eddie mumbled when he turned on his heel with the intentions of going back to Reefer Rick's house.

With a mixture of annoyance, amusement and disbelief, Stacy froze in her place, observing how Eddie jogged back up the hill. Kneeling down, she formed a thick ball out of wet snow. A mischievous grin entered her face as soon as she rushed towards him. It must have been for the genes shared with the ex-basketball player — what else could explain the perfectly measured aim that made the snowball splatter all over the exposed part of Eddie's neck.

Almost as if he hadn't been just hit, the Dungeon Master slowly turned towards Stacy, his movements appearing extraordinarily calm. Another few seconds needed to pass for their eyes to meet, but when they did, the dark-haired girl let out an agitated chuckle, noticing his stare. A stare she had seen multiple times now, always during the times she knew he was up to no good.

"Oi, Brutus!" he called, crouching in order to return the attack. "The moment I turn away, you're backstabbing me?" he added, watching Stacy covering her face while simultaneously trying to tame her giggle.

She had no time to react when Eddie closed the distance between them, smearing the already half-melted snowball on the top of her head.

Picking her back up, this time however, throwing her over his shoulder, he muttered, "And here I was, thinking a top-notch student could behave."

"You tried to throw me in a freezing lake!" Stacy argued, wiggling her feet in the air.

As they reached the back porch, their quarrel suddenly calmed down as if the warmth of the little wooden shack was the culprit. Back inside, Stacy followed Eddie to the gray couch, watching him sit down and pat a spot next to himself.

"That's for me," he murmured, taking out a black notebook and a pen out of his bag pack, only to add, "and that's for you," when he handed Stacy a bag of Famous Amos’ chocolate chip cookies and a can of Dr. Pepper.

Stacy's eyes lightened up, a wide smile came upon her face the moment she saw the goods she was about to devour.

"You bought me snacks," she whispered in surprise. "You bought me snacks!" This time, she almost squealed, wrapping her arms around Eddie's neck and planting a quick kiss on his forehead.

A burning flush occupied Eddie Munson's cheeks a few more seconds after Stacy let him out of her embrace and sat herself perpendicularly to him. Now, her legs being in his lap, she opened the golden box, taking out two cookies. She put her share in her mouth while reaching out to Eddie with the other one in her hand.

"I still have a mystery to solve, though," Stacy mumbled, munching on a cookie.

"And what might that be, sweetheart?" Eddie asked in a smooth tone, his expression exaggerated as always.

"Why did you bring me here? 'Cause I think feeding me was not the primary reason."

He couldn't get over how bewitching her features were when lazily seated on the sofa. With her left hand supporting her head, the other in the cookie box and the legs he gently began to stroke in the middle of her question. At that moment, he couldn't get over of how easily the notion of serenity overwhelmed him.

"Hello? Earth to Eddie?" Stacy called, waving her hand in front of his face.

"I-uh, sorry... I-," he stuttered, only now realizing he had zoned out, "There's this campaign that's coming to an end... and I needed a change of scenery so, 'ya know, some new ideas could spark in this brilliant head," he chuckled semi-awkwardly.

"A big surprise for the boys. I see, I see," Stacy nodded.

"Yeah... But in order to do that I need to focus," he replied, opening his notebook somewhere in the middle.

"And you thought bringing me was a good idea because..?" she added in an anticipating tone, furrowing her brows.

"I need to focus," he repeated his last words, causing Stacy's confusion to venture further ahead. Seeing that her expression didn't change, he muttered, "My brain works better with you around."

"Oh, Edward," she called in a sing-song voice, covering her mouth with her hand, "Flattery and cookies work on me better than anything. I'm all yours."

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down. Stacy's confidence and charisma were the things that drew him closer to her. It was almost as if she had a superpower to make everything sound so swiftly, so natural.

For that exact reason, he felt a sudden burst of bravery while asking, "To the grave and beyond?"

Recognizing he had quoted her, she smirked, nodding her head as she wanted repeated, "To the grave and..."

"Stacy!" Eddie's sudden outburst of joy put her a bit off track. Yet, the sparks in his eyes were more telling that anything else in this world. "You're a goddamn genius!"

"Don't tell me you're going to..."

"I'm going to resurrect Vecna!"

"Don't do that to them! Haven't they just killed him the last time?" Stacy complained out loud, as invested as ever.

"Let the divine power decide if they were worthy of it! We're resurrecting him!"

The tremendously dangerous excitement in his tone caused Stacy to smile in delight. His antics, although seemingly childish and stricken with infancy, were the exact same ones she seek for each time they met. The passion with which he spoke was absolutely magnetic, electrifying even. So much so, Stacy couldn't help but wonder how she could live without ever experiencing that thrill before.

Unfortunately, she was finding herself asking the same question over again each time she was sat at her table in the cafeteria. The next Monday not differing from any other generic day in Hawkins High.

The lunch break had been as hectic as always — jocks quarreling so expressively they could be heard on the other side of the canteen, geeks having a similar, yet softer mannerism. Just as always, to Stacy's left was Debbie Donoghue — a tall, golden-skinned senior with raven-black hair always in a tight bun. Cheerleading team's flyer and probably the most physically skilled gymnastic, beating even their captain, Chrissy Cunningham. The second girl had just approached the two seniors with her dearest friend with whom she was seated in every class — Angie Ferguson. Contrary to Chrissy and Debbie, Angie was not in the Cheer Team (despite her unsuccessful attempts). Always clothed in the most colorful, checkered skirts and GAP sweaters, her hairdo inspired by Olivia Newton-John from '79, the preppy girl was an inevitable addition to the group. Friends by association, who bonded over being popular, the four girls were often seen together. Although Stacy Harrington could've sworn it began making her nauseous, especially while hearing Debbie's rude remarks about the other cheerleaders and Angie nodding her head at everything she said.

"...I get that her parents filled for divorce but that's not a reason not to show up for our practice! All she does is weep like a little crybaby," Debbie Donoghue scoffed with her brows furrowed. The sudden change in pitch in her voice being the reason for Stacy to start listening in.

"Maybe she needs some time to cope with that... You're being too harsh on her, Debbie," the sweet tone of Chrissy Cunningham interfered, followed by falsely sympathetic giggles of the other cheerleader.

"No, you're just too lenient, deary. That's maybe why you're our captain… because, I'm telling you — if I were you, Janet'd be long out of the team..." the flyer shook her head, her eyes finding her way towards the fourth person, who didn't say anything else despite a mere greeting, "Stacy... you're joining us today, aren't you?"

There was a habit of the girls to sit on the bleachers each Monday after classes. A convenient way to pass the time between Chrissy and Debbie's cheer practice, hence the two of them already needed to wait an hour after their were finished with lessons. It so happened that the boys from the senior year had PE at the same time. With the two cheerleaders boyfriends' attending their last year of high school, the girls were looking forward to watch them play anything they were up to. Usually Stacy strolled around, joining her friends because of the lack of any peculiarly better ideas to spend her Mondays.

Through her life Stacy often strolled around. Purely, because she had no other alternative. It was always their way or highway — by their Stacy obviously meant her friends by association. Therefore, she had grown used to vegetation, simply going places because that was what others expected of her — a schema that seemed to repeat all over again for the majority of her life. Whether it was her parents, her friends, or the general expectations she was making herself fulfill. Like a never-ending cycle of doom, it haunted her, gripping her with the metal-cold hands of the social code.

Today, however, something within her boiled at the thought of visiting the bleachers. Maybe it was the sensation of her finally having enough of living the lie she was used to... Or maybe because she had already experienced a better variant of filling her free time. Especially with someone with whom she could listen to Black Sabbath and smoke cigarettes behind his van.

"I don't know," Stacy murmured, covering her coyness with her usual confident smirk. She hoped for the girls to drop the subject.

"Don't be a traitor, Stace. You've already ditched us last week," Debbie complained, standing up from the table the moment the bell rang and grabbing her classmate's arm, "See you after English, loves," she added to Chrissy and Angie, disappearing with Stacy into the crowded hallway.

As static as she could be at that moment, Stacy Harrington let out a subconscious sigh, preparing for what was about to come. Thinking of any possible excuses, she figured out the best plan was to actually agree and leave earlier than she should.

The English class prolonged, just as the classroom didn't want to spit out Stacy as much as she didn't want to leave herself. Wishing for an ability to stop the time, the girl followed Debbie exactly where she wished her to go.

"Isn't he fantabulous?" the raven-haired cheerleader asked the moment she and Stacy sat down. With dreamy eyes, she scanned her boyfriend, sending him a kiss when they stares met.

"Mad awesome," Stacy nodded her head, her response resembling the usual behavior of Angie Ferguson, who, by the way, just entered the gymnasium with Chrissy Cunningham alongside.

"What's happened to you?" Debbie scrunched her nose, sensing the change in her friend's reaction.

"Yeah, Stace. You seem a bit off," Angie added, tilting her head to the side.

"I'm just tired," Stacy answered, getting right into the act she had been planning out for the past hour.

Making up excuses to the people she seemingly liked definitely wasn't something she was proud of. Yet, desperate times required adequate measures, especially while regarding Stacy wasn't trying to hurt anyone. Instead, she simply wished for some alone leisure time.

"Just tired," Debbie repeated, shaking her head in disbelief, adding cheekily, "Whatever you say, doll. In my opinion, we should find you a special someone to be tired with."

"Geez, Debbs," Stacy mumbled, clasping her hands, "We've already talked about it a myriad of times... We’re graduating soon and there's no point of me getting into a relationship if I'm about to leave to college."

"I'm not telling you to get married, Stace! All that I'm saying is you should go out, shag someone and stop complaining," Debbie bursted out, placing her left leg over the other.

"Live a little!" Angie exclaimed but as soon as the words left her mouth she glanced over Chrissy, looking for approval.

Seeing the comforting smile the head cheerleader had just sent her, Stacy exhaled loudly, supporting her head with the palm of her hand. Deciding not to absorb into the conversation that was turning into a light argument, she focused her eyes on the boys playing basketball. Not having troubles with recognizing Eddie Munson amongst them, she smiled subconsciously. Standing awkwardly next to the basket, black shorts and a Slayer shirt on, he observed the situation on the basketball court. It was to be expected that Eddie, out of all of the people, instead of getting defensive with the ball, would just simply avoid any physical contact — both with ball and the jocks tossing it.

"Munson! Why the fuck didn't you do anything!" The furious yell of Jason Carver rang through the walls of the gymnasium.

Stacy's guts wrenched when she watched the blonde boy aggressively approaching Eddie. Quickly looking over her own friends, she was meet with three completely different behaviors — Debbie smiled widely, anticipating the possible fight. Angie was confused, not realizing what emotion she should display and Chrissy... appeared to be as equally worried as Stacy.

"This is gonna be good," Debbie whispered, full of excitement.

As expected, Jason pushed Eddie, insults flying in the air. Normally, while watching arguments between jocks, it was expected to be an equal physical exchange of aimed hits and punches. During this instance, however, Stacy watched Eddie backing down, frantically trying to stop the occurrence. Unbeknownst to him, it was only making Jason more livid.

If it was anyone else, Stacy would've acted in the exact same manner as Angie or Chrissy. Yet, feeling blood rushing though her veins, her fists clenching and her teeth gritting, she had no idea what drove her to call out, "Hey, Carver!" in the midst of the heated interaction.

"Stacy Harrington?" Jason turned towards her, a surprised yet indulgent smirk on his face. "Go back to Chrissy and the girls. There's no point in you getting involved in a boys' talk… Is there, Freak?" he asked, staring at Eddie.

"Don't call him that."

"Oh?" Jason exclaimed with his brows rises high. "Since when are you defending losers?"

"Since you're a fucking douche, Carver," Stacy hissed, stepping up as her muscles stiffened. "If you wanna play professional basketball go to your goddamn practice. Otherwise quit whining and blaming others for your nasty ego."

A whistling noises, quiet chuckles and abominable scoffs of disgust could've been heard amongst the people, who listened to the rapid exchange of sentences. Like a first thunder of the storm, a single flout escaped Jason's mouth.

"Let me tell you, Munson, you’ve gotten yourself lucky," he started, venom dripping from the words he was spitting out, "...to have a girl like Stacy stand up for you... she's either really, really desperate or wants a hefty discount on drugs."

"Leave her alone, Carver," Eddie interrupted him through gritted teeth.

"Or what? Honestly, I don't think there's any other logical explanation," the blonde ridiculed him, and turning his gaze back to Stacy continued, "And sometimes... girls should know when to shut u—!"

Jason had never finished his remark as his jaw was unexpectedly met with Stacy's fist. Having been wearing a set of rings, the punch became decisively more painful. So much so that the basketball player raised his hand to see a trail of blood leaving his gums.

"You should know when to shut up, Carver," she hissed, picking up the bag she dropped along the way and leaving the gymnasium.

"Stacy! Stacy wait!" panicked voice of Chrissy Cunningham called right after her.

Crossing her arms to face the girl right after they were outside, Stacy fought with her trembling muscles.

"I'm so sorry..." Chrissy whispered with the most genuine worry painted all over her face.

"N-no, I'm... Chrissy, you don't have to apologize," Stacy disagreed, quickly shaking her head. "I just can't pretend this is okay any longer... No one deserves to be treated like shit and...!"

"I agree with you," the cheerleader murmured, wrapping her hands around Stacy's whimpering ones. "I'll talk with Jason... and try to smooth things out."

With the words spoken, Chrissy embraced her friend into a comforting hug. Stacy fought with herself not to say, "You're too good for him", yet, decided not to complicate things any further. Thanking her, Stacy headed right back home. Imagining how ostracized she could become if it wasn't for Chrissy's promise, she flinched. Images of Steve being bullied were flooding her head.

Maybe it was the head cheerleader's sweet talk, maybe the respect she aroused, but the next day the only things she was faced with was Debbie deciding not to sit with her during their chemistry class and Jason eyeing her with disgust during the lunch break.

The rumor, however, spread so widely even her brother confronted her about it. Only a few days later, just as she was about to leave the house.

"Robin says you've punched someone at school," Steve chuckled while jumping on the kitchen counter. "Tell me more, because now I'm so invested," he added, watching his sister rolling her eyes.

"You've really became a noisy suburban mom since you’ve adopted Dustin and the kids," Stacy scorned, leaning on the wall opposite Steve. "A guy pissed me off, that's all," she confessed, wanting to cut the case as soon as possible.

"A guy?!" her brother called in an overly-dramatic tone.

"You know him... That shithead, Jason you've been playing basketball with," she explained evasively, fidgeting with her car keys.

"Yeah, he's eh."

"Eh?" Stacy repeated in the same, high-pitched tone her brother had just used.

"Just a dude. Like a normal cocky high schooler," he went on.

"He's a fucking bully!" Stacy argued loudly, her hands now plastered to her hips.

"You say so? Who does he bully? Eddie Munson, for example?" Steve questioned and only now his sister realized he had planned her interrogation. Starting with his usual idiocy, ending with her admitting the true reasoning behind her actions.

"Smart move," Stacy scoffed with a smirk, raising her eyes, "...but I won't be answering that."

"So Mr. Munson it is!" Steve quarreled with excitement in his tone, but as soon as he realized he knew as much as before, he called, "No, wait! That information doesn't solve anything!"

A victorious grin came upon Stacy's face when she replied, "I'll let you live in suspense then."

Hitting the doorframe with her open palm, she made a U-turn outside the kitchen, finding herself in the hallway, putting shoes on.

"Where are you going?" Steve was soon to follow her, a motherly notoriety devouring the tone of his voice.

"Munson's?" Stacy raised up one of her brows, visibly taking pleasure in annoying her older brother.

"Are you serious or not?" he asked in a grave tone. The second she opened the front door and shrugged, he repeated, "Stace! Are you serious or not?"

"'M not telling you," she mumbled, turning away as she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder. "Hmm?"

"If you need to beat up that Jason dude again, just tell me. Big bro's duties," he assured her, watching a soft smile entering her face.

"I'll keep that in mind," Stacy smiled, getting into her car. "Love 'ya, Steve!" she called after him, watching him pulling out his tongue.

"I don't!"

With a childish remark of flipping the middle finger and scrunching her nose, Stacy was soon to leave the driveway, making her way towards the trailer park she now knew like the back of her hand. In a few more minutes she was standing on the Munson's doorstep, her mood shifted the moment she saw Eddie's lighted up face.

"What a pleasure seeing you here, Stacy the Outrageous!" he greeted her, theatrically bowing before her.

"Oh, quit that," she chuckled, mechanically heading towards his bedroom. "Debbie Donoghue's comments are enough. And she doesn't even play DnD!" she called, throwing herself on his bed without slightest doubts.

"Yeah, sure, make yourself at home," Eddie waved his hand, watching Stacy hugging one of the pillows, her legs sprawled on his bed, her face buried in the mattress.

There was a moment of silence before they decided to speak. Stacy — not wanting to face Eddie right away, Eddie — not knowing how to express what was going on in his mind.

"I wanted to thank you," he started first, causing Stacy to rapidly look at him, supporting her weight on her forearms.

"There's no need, really. I’d wanted to punch Jason’s stupid face since Middle School," Stacy chuckled, glancing at Eddie, who sat on the edge of his desk, fidgeting with his guitar pick.

"No, buttercup. You don't understand," he murmured, beginning to pacing around his room in order to collect his thoughts. "No one has ever... No one did..." he stuttered, trying to find the right words.

Noticing his struggle, Stacy reached out for his hand, wrapping her fingers around it. Immediately resulting in their glances meeting, Eddie fluttered the dark lashes covering his chocolate-brown eyes.

"No one's ever cared enough to stand up for me, 'ya know?" he replied in a hushed tone. "I've never expected anyone to if I'm being honest. Especially not you because as you're saying your friends..."

"Oh, screw them," Stacy interrupted him, pulling his hand to make him sit next to her. Succeeding in that, she added, "They're not my friends if they think bullying you is entertaining."

Two soft smiles danced on faces of people sitting opposite each other. Eddie's hand was still in Stacy's, their knees touched due to the lack of distance between them.

"You should sit at our table the next time," Eddie joked, his signature smirk exchanging his previous expression.

"I can't."

"Sit?"

Stacy let out a loud chuckle at the tone with which he spoke, "No, Edds. Play DnD."

"Oh, that's not a problem," Eddie stood up, placing one of his hands on his hip, the other high in the air. "You have a limited offer of the Game Master teaching you."

"Something's telling me I cannot refuse it," Stacy smiled widely, watching his face features dramatically sink.

"Only fools take the risk of refusing me, Stacy the Outrageous," he recited in a low tone. "So what do you say, daredevil? Spring break is in two weeks, we can meet up and I'll explain the rules to you," he threw in, this time in his usual mannerism.

"I'd love that," she replied, still absorbed in his vivid expressionism.

This time, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened agape.

"You're not joking?"

Stacy bursted into laughter, biting her lower lip, "Of course not... Are you?"

She had never seen someone's eyes blinking so rapidly.

"Oh, god, hell no," he denied, turning his head as the grin on his face grew.

"I have to warn you, though... I may suck," she whispered in a suspenseful tone, getting up from his bed. "Can I put on some music?"

With the question asked, this time it was her, whose hand had been stopped.

"How about I play you a little tune?" Eddie asked, tilting his head towards the direction of his guitar.

"Just please not Slayer," she replied theatrically. Knowing it was one of his favorite bands, Stacy hoped to teased him a fair bit.

"You realize this room is basically a Slayer's cave?" Eddie furrowed his brow, pointing at the huge banner with the band's name on it. "Watcha want me to play then?" he asked before Stacy could come up with a reply.

"I, uh... I don't know," she stuttered, her confidence gone due to the softness of his tone. She was expecting a bittersweet bicker, not a wholehearted reply. "Something that we'd both like."

"C'mon, Stacy. That's not helpful," Eddie chuckled, taking off his electric guitar off of the wall.

"Then I have a challenge..." she suggested proudly, regaining her usual persona. "...play something that reminds you of me."

"Such a poser reply," Eddie smirked, watching Stacy crossing her arms. "I thought you wanted to show off your metal knowledge, not choosing the easy way."

Stacy scoffed, trying her best not to smile instead of looking offended.

"I'm just kidding," he added, grabbing his guitar pick. "I have a perfect song in mind. Catchy riff, best vocals."

With that, his fingers moved to the strings, starting to play a number Stacy almost immediately recognized. Sabbra Cadabra by the one and only Black Sabbath. As his hair moved with the music, his hands stroking the guitar, Stacy couldn't keep her eyes on anything else but him. It was just like having a tiny private concert, put on by a person that had become so dear to her on the span of the past few months.

It was until the first refrain passed Stacy realized she was familiar with the song a bit too well. So much so that she recalled the exact lyrics of the beginning of the second verse.

Feel so happy since I met that girl

Her eyes opened widely as the sudden realization came upon her.

Feels so good to know that she's all mine Gonna love that woman 'til the end of time

Out of all of the songs he could've chosen, Eddie decided to play her a love song. Her cheeks began to burn, flushing dark crimson. She had to dig her fingernails in the back of her other hand in order to bring herself back to the reality.

He couldn't possibly mean it, she thought to herself. After all, he mentioned he decided to play this song because of the riffs. At that moment, all that was going on inside of her head were mere excuses that were meant to drive her own attention away from the odd realization. The realization that despite being quite amiable petrified her.

"Can I ask for an honest review?" Eddie's voice interrupted her intrusive thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment.

"Hypnotizing," Stacy let out on one breath, her eyes fixed directly on him. Only then she noticed his furrowed brow. "I'm not just saying that! I honestly think you are pretty damn good," she corrected herself, erupting in laughter.

"Then you should come to one of our gigs," he replied cheekily, putting his guitar down. "We're kinda lacking in audience members at the moment," he said, laying himself down in bed, right next to where Stacy was sitting.

"No worries, I can make up for ten people," she joked, turning her head to the left to take a better look at him.

"Sure you can," he muttered, having no idea why there was a strange feeling in his stomach.

Not willing to investigate it further, he stretched out his arm to put on a radio, hoping there was already a cassette inside. To his dissatisfaction, there was none and the device began playing one of the default radio stations.

Grimacing at the sound of a pop song that filled his room, Eddie sat up, ready to turn off the volume before searching for a proper song to play.

"Wait," Stacy stopped him, a mixture of miscellaneous emotions on her face. One of the most prominent ones being mischievousness. "I hate this song so much."

"No shit. That's why I wanna change it," Eddie answered, having no idea what was going on in her head.

"Don't you dare! It's so bad it started growing on me," she explained rapidly, shifting, so her knees were now under her. "Angie kept playing this song on a shuffle for the whole summer and, hell! I despise it with so much passion!"

Eddie only managed to chuckled in response before Stacy broke into singing the song, matching her tone with its morbid autotune and girly voices of the two vocalist. Seemingly cheerful and sugarcoated tune turned out to have extraordinarily dark lyrics, which Stacy sang with the goofiest smile on her face.

"And as we sit here alone... Looking for a reason to go on... It's clear that all we have now are our... Eddie, don't laugh at me!" Stacy argued in the middle of her performance, burying her face in the pillows of his bed for a second time that day.

"What? I can't hear you. My ears are bleeding from listening to that cheap pop song," he complained, finally being able to put his metal mixtape into the cassette slot.

Again, the space between the two was almost non-existent. Eddie laid on his back, hands behind the nape of his neck. Plastered to his side was Stacy, who currently was dying from embarrassment. Still face down, she picked herself up, placing her head on Eddie's shoulder, simultaneously turning to the side. Her free hand traveled to the chains attached to his trousers as she carelessly started fidgeting with them. With a Judas Priest song now playing in the background, Stacy snuggled in, quietly humming the lyrics.

For a brief moment Eddie Munson could've sworn his soul left his body, only a presumptive shell of a person being present. His muscles seemed to be utterly relaxed, only to seconds later become abruptly tense. Not being able to start a sensible conversation, or rather, being petrified at the thought of saying something stupid, Eddie tried to swallow the gulp in his throat.

"I know I say loads of weird shit next to you… but I think you got used to that," Stacy was the one to spark up a talk, gently looking up at the man laying beside her. "...it's just so calm when I'm with you."

"Yeah," Eddie agreed, however, the tone of his voice didn't sound very convincing.

"Don't tell me you disagree because that's going to be more embarrassing than me singing that Strawberry Switchblade song," Stacy chuckled, embraced herself with her arms as a sign of self-comforting.

"Nothing'd be more embarrassing than that," he teased her, biting his tongue. With an immediate influx of confidence, he wrapped one of his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"So mean," Stacy scrunched her nose, gently punching his arm.

Mean.

A complete and utter lie.

Out all of the people Stacy knew, Eddie was the last she would've ever had called that adjective while speaking honestly. Through their few months of secret meetings and silent greetings, he had brought nothing to her but a good time and a peace of mind. With his silly remarks playing perfectly into his Thespian persona, the infamous Eddie Munson started playing such a major role in the life of Steve Harrington's younger sister. A role no one had ever played before.

"We've never talked about what you're planning on doing after you graduate," Eddie changed the subject, his hand now playing with Stacy's strands of hair.

"I was thinking about majoring in either Chemistry or Biology," she answered plainly, subconsciously hugging Eddie closer to her.

"Miss Hawkins wanna be a scientist?" His eyebrows raised high, his tone being enough to make her smirk.

"Kinda..." she mumbled and looking away she added, "...but I low-key have an awful experience with them... You?"

"Watcha mean me?" he chuckled.

"What do you wanna do when you graduate..."

"If I graduate," he corrected her, his suspenseful tone hanging somewhere in the air between them.

"When you graduate," Stacy talked over, now raised on her elbows to face him.

"No plans, buttercup. Just gonna drown in the puuure bliss of victory," he sang, his nose being flicked by her index finger.

"You're out of this world, Munson," Stacy smirked, placing her head back on his chest.

"Out of this world, you say?"

"Yup. Completely, utterly from somewhere beyond."

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x harrington!oc #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #joseph quinn stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

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stopeatingwhales · 4 years ago

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the 1995 brits x damon albarn & liam gallagher

hhhiiii I'm here with a very cute little fic about the brits!! the idea of writing something with Damon and liam fighting over someone was requested quite a long time ago (sorry it’s taken so long omg) but I loved the idea!! I do hope you all enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it a lot hahah xx

Pairing: 90s damon albarn & 90s liam gallagher x reader

Warnings: nothing, just a little bit of bickering n dat

Word count: 3.057

Requested by anon x

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Being a part of the madness that adapted the name ‘Britpop’ was truly an experience. Paparazzi at every corner you turn, equipped with the brightest, flashiest cameras, also having the most annoying click noises to the point that after one image you’ve earned yourself a migraine that would last the entirety of the day; parties that would last entire nights, bearing millions of different kinds of drugs - some that hadn’t even been given a name yet, but you’d still give a try anyways, since you’re so high and drunk that you simply lose the intellectual capability to construct decisions, you say fuck it, and get so high to the point that you’ve blacked out in a booth in a bar, with the owner asking you to get out since you’ve been inside for one too many hours after closing time; as well as constant press coverage. With your name plastered over literally every newspaper and music magazine known to man, as well as having your entire life consistently dictated for the entire nation to read about every Sunday morning and indulge themselves into as a form of entertainment, it was what being famous delivered, right on your doorstep at 7 in the morning. Any earlier and you’d feel rude not to give them a cup of tea as a form of dignity and respect towards their sublime dedication to the job. Although it was fun being associated with it all, my band in particular gaining a different form of calidity due to it being a female fronted band, by the time that the entire nation was hooked on this ‘Blur vs. Oasis’ rivalry, it was as if every other britpop band had been washed away from existence, due to eight boys arguing as to whom had the better music. And the better looks, according to Liam Gallagher.

Tonight was the night of the Brit awards, perhaps the most prestigious awards ceremony for music. To be awarded a Brit was probably the largest achievement possible in British music in the form of an award, and it was definitely either going tonight to either Blur or Oasis. The chances that another band, say Pulp, were to get the award, would not only be extremely amusing to see the reactions of the two biggest names in the Britpop game, but would also cause the largest uproar in the nation. It’s either Blur or Oasis. “Their drama is so silly,” laughed Emily, the guitarist in our band whilst flicking through the latest edition of the Sun, the cover of the newspaper being, of course, Liam Gallagher. “They’re literally bickering about who looks the best. How do people find this interesting?”

“Because of how silly it is, people never leave their secondary-school-like selves. Just a bit of fun I guess.” I replied, fixing up my hair in the mirror in front of me. We were currently getting ready to go to the award show, and needing to look your best was an expectation. Though I wasn’t dressed in anything that would result in jaw’s dropping, it was important that I at least appeared somewhat admirable - the entire nation always had their eyes on us, but tonight they were going to see us all, live. Perhaps the reason why bands like Oasis and Blur are so obsessed over nowadays, since all they’ll do is turn up in some flimsy Adidas t-shirt and call that fashion. I suppose scruffy was the new elegant.

“Who do you think they’ll give the award to?” she questioned, still aimlessly flicking through the recycled pages of the magazine. “I think Oasis. Their music is so much better than Blurs.”

“Really? I’d say Blur. They won on top of the pops, so the likelihood of them winning the Brit award is highly likely,” I answered, shuffling away from the strong reflection of myself towards Emily, my eyes quickly scanning the page that she had her eye on currently. “Gosh Liam’s so full of himself.”

“He’s got his eye on you, you know,” She said, shoving the paragraph she had just read in my face of Liam boasting about his little crush he had supposedly gained from watching our latest performance on top of the pops. “Thinks you’re ‘well fit’.”

Scoffing in response, I mumbled back to Emily. “If he thinks that he’s sleeping with me, he’s very deluded.”

By the time we had arrived at the venue, you weren’t able to walk into the entrance without at least 50 cameras blinding your eyes and the shouts of so many begging for you to quickly turn your head and grin - the price for the photo would reach the many thousands. Once walking in, it was less crowded, only having select people by the ground floor, dedicated for musicians and bands, with the occasional interviewer walking past to every circled table, adorned with white cloth and champagne glasses, asking questions about how they’re feeling, who they think may win, and what they thought of the music throughout the past year. What was nice was that people didn’t have that much interaction with one another, just with their groups. It created a sense of formality in the space, which made me feel a bit at ease from the idea of some random row happening in the middle of the floor, most likely between Liam and Damon. The past year in music was truly something. Britpop was at its peak the entirety of the year, with songs like Parklife and Supersonic pouring out of every radio station in Britain that by the end of the year, you had ditched casual radio music and began blasting the classical station. It was a nightmare. Since the fall of grunge subsequent to Cobain’s death the previous year, the talk of any other genre in Britain apart from Britpop didn’t occur. It was as if we were living on this mystical island, miles away from any other music and culture, whilst adorning and obsessing over our own. What was nice about Britpop was that it was a pure celebration of English culture, whether it be a simple Sunday roast, or going to school, they all carried the same ambience of nostalgia and pride - also disregarding whichever band wrote what song.

“Free champagne… Yes please,” said Madeline, the secondary guitarist of the band, whilst heading to the first seat she could sit on, then quickly indulging herself with the first taste of the rich drink. “Oh my gosh it’s heavenly!”

Laughing at her reaction, the rest of the band took a seat around the table and took their first sips of the champagne, which we would all come to find to be indeed heavenly. Small talk was shared here and there with the rest of the group, but overall I stayed silent. In all honesty I found attending award shows was quite boring because if you didn’t end up getting an award, you would essentially be sitting there for two hours doing nothing. Even if you did win an award, it’s simply a minute of glory with the speakers blasting your music, and another minute of all eyes piercing into your soul as you make sentences about your gratitude towards those who had helped you along the way to earn such an achievement. I doubt anybody genuinely liked attending shows like these.

“The champagne is good, yet we don’t get enough for our table,” I complained, grasping my now empty champagne glass and waving it around in the air. “I’m gonna head to the bar to get a refill, anybody want anything?”

After receiving a handful of nos from the rest of the band, I took myself out of my seat and wandered over to the bar, which was empty, perhaps due to the venue not yet being completely filled with all the artists that were set to attend the night. “Just a refill of the champagne, please.” I asked politely, handing the bartender the used glass I had kept in my hand. Whilst waiting, I noticed that Damon was on the other side of the bar, who also didn’t notice me there, until he caught eyes with me.

A grin broke out on his face as I walked over to him. “You alright?” He asked me, quickly thanking the bartender for his drink and turning back to look at me. The height difference between us was evident, but it wasn’t the case of something so dramatic that he was the height of the empire state building and me, just a measly common tower in the city. He looked quite content, his hair scruffy yet neat, along with his outfit being just as I had assumed: a white shirt with jeans, a used pair of Adidas for shoes.

I smiled back at him and nodded. “Suppose you have high hopes for the award tonight.” I said, simultaneously receiving my refill of the beverage I had ordered, followed by my thanks. We stood adjacent, although there was enough distance between us to establish our relationship - mutual acquaintances whom had met every now and again, since they’ve both been dragged into this wormhole of madness. He was quite the opposite in comparison to his rivals, though he himself could be quite bothersome occasionally, he still had a grasp to what those may call sensibility.

“Oh well we’re better than them, aren’t we love?'' He chirped, his head now cocked to the side in a teasing manner. “I’ve heard that you’re rooting for us this year.” He added, a little smirk pasted on his face.

“Do you read every paper you see?” I questioned, my face turning away from him in slight embarrassment. Between us, there was no shared intention for a relationship to stem, though there was definitely a flirtatious tension that followed between us wherever we had met. Whether it be a random photoshoot for a magazine double-spread, or backstage at top of the pops, we always managed to share a chat with one another, and nothing else followed on from then. It was quite sad, because once you’ve established a connection between something you either both disagree or agree with in terms of societal views, something in the press, or life in general, you’re instantaneously cut off and asked to hop onto stage to record a meaningless three-minute performance with fake, plastic instruments which practically mean nothing.

“Well it was nice seeing someone else's face on the papers for once.” He replied, downing his drink, then ushering at the bartender for another. A thing that we both realised was that, between our conversations, we indirectly indicated that we were both there for each other, because we both had a complete understanding towards what may be happening to the other person. It was stressful being in the limelight constantly, and for someone who was the frontman of a band so large, with his face plastered on every magazine cover imaginable, things were bound to be stressful.

Sighing, I turned to face him again. Despite the fact that before I had the ability to respond, our conversation was cut short from a voice shouting my name from behind. “Well if it isn’t bloody Y/N.” the voice said, and from then I instantly knew it was Liam’s. Turning my face away from Damon’s, I locked eyes with Liam. As always, he was dressed in the usual: a parka, with casual jeans. Oh, and don’t forget the Adidas shoes. Even though he and Damon practically hated each other’s guts, they always seemed to have similar fashion senses, but I could never picture Damon in a parka. And I don’t think I even want to.

“How’ve you been love?” He asked, swinging his arm around my shoulder in a warm, but nonchalant manner. Me and Liam had a similar relationship to that of mine and Damons, simply just minusing the sentimentality of it. We were friends, and had come across each other at random parties, which opened the gateway for us to drink and get high together many a time. While he was quite the idiot, he was also a very fun guy to be around, but I knew Damon would never understand that. “And why’re you letting this twat chat to you?”

A laugh escaped Damon’s throat. “I think you’re the only twat here, Liam,” he began, a sigh leaving my mouth as I was trapped in a situation that I could only pray didn’t gain much traction from the rest of the attendees. “Me and Y/N are friends, don’t suppose we’re getting jealous are we?”

Liam’s grip on my shoulder tightened as I stared at his reaction to Damon. I felt quite small in this situation, due to me needing to tilt my head a good amount to properly look at Liam, and knowing if I left it would just erupt chaos and make it worse. “No need for me to be jealous when I know that she wouldn’t want to spend a minute with you in bed you bastard.”

“And you’re so sure about that are you?” Damon replied, amusement laced in his words. “Because you’ve totally spent a minute with her haven’t you?”

“Well I’ve got my arm around her haven’t I? And she’s not stopping me,” Liam argued back, a smirk entwined on his lips. Reaching for my hand, Liam grasped it lightly, then then brought it to his lips, kissing it, before holding it gently. Method of intimidation, perhaps, and though it was sweet, there was a time and place. And this was definitely neither the time, or place. “Who’s the jealous one now, eh?”

“The last I recall, she had hoped that we were winning this year, not you,” He boasted, moving the contents of his drink around whilst grasping it firmly. Whilst it would be something that would offend Liam, he was simply the type of person to not take criticism regardless of whomever it was coming from. I respected him for that. “So much so for a healthy relationship.” Damon mocked, staring into my eyes as a small laugh escaped my lips.

Granted that I had found the argument shared between the pair of them to be extremely silly, it was good entertainment as the time passed before the award show would begin. Watching them both, attempting to throw insults at one another, each one trying to cut a little deeper than the one previous, made me almost laugh at the both of them right there. “You know, it’s so silly that you both think you know me so well to think which one I’d pick from the both of you,” I said, detaching myself from Liam’s embrace and snatching my half-empty glass of champagne. “At this point, it’s neither of you.”

Walking back to my band’s designated table, I quietly took my seat as the show began. “Saw you chatting to Damon,” Emily whispered, raising her eyebrows. “Also saw you grinning like a madwoman.”

“Oh shut up you,” I replied, looking back at the bar to notice that both parties had left, assuming back to their places. “There’s nothing going on between me and Damon- Liam too in fact.”

~~~

As the ceremony went on, the boredom got to us. Even the amount of drinks I had didn’t entertain me, but what could we do, we were stuck in the middle of an award show celebrating music, even though I had largely doubted that the majority of those attending were enjoying themselves. I had no clue who the awards were going to be handed out to, and whether that somebody may be us in a category, but we all knew Blur were going to win something. Yes, Oasis had gained a lot of fame and had become one of the most famous bands in the music scene at the minute, but by the way things had gone for Blur after the release of Parklife, things only seemed to go further up from there. And that was only proven to be truthful, after Blur had left with four different awards.

After Blur had received their fourth award for best British group, we all knew that there was nothing left for Oasis. “They’ll get it all next year, they only debuted this year you know.” I said to the table, who were staring at the four smiley boys on stage as they trotted up to receive their award. I admired Damon as he said his speech, then also turning to look over at Liam, who looked quite evidently pissed off. He was practically drooling in anger from the sight brought to him at that particular moment, and I couldn’t blame him - their band hadn't gone home with one award that night, but neither had ours. “They’ve taken four awards home, isn’t that like, the most anybody has ever taken?”

“Indeed it is,” Madeline replied, taking a sip from her drink. “Must be a good year for them then, eh?”

As I watched the band leave the stage in absolute glee, I stared at Damon as he walked back to his designated seat for the short remainder of the evening. Despite the fact that my band had been sat in our seats the entire evening in complete boredom, just like Oasis and so many other acts that had been nominated for pointless awards, it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t proud of how far Blur as a whole had come and evolved through their music, and especially Damon. From beginning as young, bowl-cut boys only charting so far on top of the pops, to creating songs and melodies that could unite our entire nation, it was impressive.

Damon was the face of Britain at this very moment, and a very good looking one. Once I watched him sit down, he scanned the room for a while until he was able to find where I was sitting, which was parallel to his seat, merely a couple metres away. He connected eyes with me as soon as he found me, also accompanied with a small smirk painted on his expression as he raised his eyebrows and sent me a wink. I simply smiled back at him in response before turning away abruptly, disrupting the little moment we seemingly shared, and though I felt my heart flutter a little, he’s definitely not winning me that easily.

#britpop #fanfic #bandimagines #Liam Gallagher x reader #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn #blur #Liam Gallagher #oasis #blur band #oasis band #my writing #fluff #angst

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caranfindel · 3 years ago

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Fic: Give the Devil his due

gen, post s3 | about 1300 words | r for language & violence/gore | characters: boy king sam winchester, dean winchester, alastair

synopsis: he was looking for a soul to steal

It's not the first time Sam has visited you in Hell. Alastair sends a Sam to your rack almost daily, to tear you to shreds, to describe how monsters are ripping him apart topside, or to beg you to say yes and get out from under the knife. But Alastair's versions of Sam are always the Sam your heart remembers: the round-faced little boy, the gangly teenager, the coltish college student. This Sam, the one striding into Alastair's chamber, this is the Sam you never really admitted to yourself - tall, strong, unafraid, a full-grown man. This Sam has to be real.

He approaches the rack and bends down over you, and his breath is redolent of sulphur. "I heard you screaming, big brother," he whispers in your ear. "I heard it in my dreams. Calling my name, all night long. Then I started to hear it during the day. You, screaming my name. All. The. Fucking. Time." He waves his hands around his head. "Couldn't get away from it. Turns out there's some kind of demon radio, and they can broadcast it where ever the fuck they want. Even inside my own goddamn head."

You're so sorry. You didn't know.

"So I did what I had to do, to make it stop. Killed what I had to kill. Bled what I had to bleed." He grins, and it's a crazed, feral thing. "And now here I am."

But Alastair steps in.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Sammy Winchester. Here to rescue big brother? Or are you just here to listen to us make beautiful music together?"

Alastair plunges a hand into your torso, ripping away flesh and skin and bone to expose your ribs. You scream as you always have, as you did when you didn't know Sam could hear you. You want to hold it in for his sake, but he already knows how weak you are and you can't stop it, you throw your head back and you fucking scream. You scream and sob and plead when he peels back the flesh of your leg to expose the bone, when he rips it off at the hip, when he pulls out a rusty, gore-covered hacksaw and trims the ends of your ribs to suit his purpose, when he snaps your femur in half and plays your ribs like a marimba. Alastair likes Mozart, and he bangs out the melody on your ribs over the cacophony of your howls and sobs. You scream until your throat is a bloody pulp and the only sound you can make is a blood-drenched, gibbering moan. And you know you'll scream again after he reassembles you.

When he's finished playing his symphony on your bloody corpse, he places a gnarled hand on the top of your head and gently moves it down over your body, knitting you back together. He grins at your brother.

"What do you think, Sammy? Dean's a beautiful instrument in the right hands, isn't he?"

You look up at Sam, an apology on your lips for what he had to witness, but he's neither disappointed nor horrified. He is, in fact, wearing a little smirk. "That's the best you can do?" he asks.

"I'd like to see you do better," Alastair sneers.

Sam's smirk widens into a humorless smile, a display of too many teeth. He turns to you and puts a finger up to his lips. "Not a sound, Dean," he says. "I don't want an opening act." You struggle to keep silent as he plucks a slender blade from Alastair's worktable and carefully slices you open from collarbone to pelvis; you struggle, but you will do it for him, you will do anything for him.

He peels back skin and muscle, reaches inside, and delicately cuts through one end of your large intestine, and your fingernails carve bloody crescents into the palms of your hands. He pulls the intestine out and uses the knife to shred it into long strands, and you writhe in silent agony. He draws lengths of nerves from somewhere in your mangled torso and wraps them around the strands of intestine, and you bite through your lower lip. He runs his fingers through the entwined intestine and nerves, slowly, like running his fingers through a lover's hair, and you whimper please, please, though you don't know what you're begging for. Sam puts two fingers against your bloodstained lips and says "Shhh. Almost done." He wraps the ends of your entrails around his left hand, and you feel a scream building that you can't stop, but he reaches into your chest cavity and pushes his free hand down on your lungs, squeezing out all of the air and leaving you silent, and you mouth thank you, grateful that he loves you enough to do this for you. Finally, he snaps off your breastplate and ribcage, exposing your beating heart, and its stuttering rhythm fills the chamber.

"You ready to do this?" he asks.

You are. You will do anything for him.

Sam pulls your intestines taut and gently strums the strings of your body a few times, then slams into a wailing riff. Your heart pounds out the beat and your shrieks of pain are a counterpoint, the rhythm guitar to his lead, as his long, nimble fingers fly up and down the instrument he carved from you. He segues seamlessly between Metallica, Van Halen, Hendrix, Zeppelin, and pieces of his own creation, musical runs that sound like howls of agony and moans of ecstasy combined, soft lilting bridges that sound like the wind through the open windows of the Impala or the whoosh of a blade cutting through the air, and as he plays, you can see he is filled with a brilliant golden light; it leaks from his eyes and his fingertips and the ends of his hair, and he's so beautiful it hurts your eyes to look at him. The blood bubbles up in your throat as you scream; you're drowning, you're burning, you're shattering into a million pieces that float around Sam and reflect blood red and amber. The denizens of Hell gather round to listen, swaying, enchanted, and they cry and sing and shout their love for the Boy King, but no one loves him as much as you do, and he is here for you.

When he finishes, he pushes his hair back from his face with a bloody hand, wipes his brow, and smiles proudly at you. As you watch, his golden light fades until only his eyes are glowing amber, lit from within. The throng of demons cheers as Sam stares at Alastair, eyebrow raised expectantly. Alastair knows he's been beaten, and he bows his head slightly as he presents Sam with the key to the rack.

Sam releases your bindings, but instead of rebuilding you, he offers a hand. You stare at him in confusion. "We're not done," he says, pulling you to your feet. "There's one more thing down here that belongs to me." He tightens his grip on the bloody mass of guts spilling from your body and beckons you with a motion of his head.

He starts walking toward the coldest, darkest part of Hell, the part even demons shy away from. Your exposed heart quickens in fear, echoing through the chamber, and he laughs. "It's okay. I know what's down there. And he may be in a cage, but he still has something that's meant to be mine." Sam tugs and you follow; you have no choice but you would follow anyway, you would - no, you will - follow him into the deepest, darkest parts of Hell. "Oh Lucifer," he croons softly, as he pulls you into the icy darkness. "I'll bet your crown of gold against Dean's soul, cause I think I'm better than you."

(Written for the 2015 EvilSam Roulette Challenge for the prompt The Devil Went Down to Georgia.)

#spn #my fic #boy king sam #sam winchester #dean winchester

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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago

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Sam Winchester: My dancing skills are rusty

*My own gif*

Pairing: Sam X Reader/Y/n, mention of Dean

Pov: Sams

Warning: fluff, jealous Sam, dancing skills, drinking, bar dance floor.

Summary: Y/n forces Sam to the dance floor with her, after a good hunt in done. Sam gets jealous after seeing Y/n dance with a random guy who gets to handies with her. “Will you be my 143?”

Word Count:2,215

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This particular hunt had gone so well, that Y/n had offered to pay for drinks. Which Dean was more than happy about, but we did end up having to go back to the motel for a change of wardrobe.

“Dean, I’ll pay for drinks. But um, can we stop by the motel?” Y/n said. I watched as Dean looked over his shoulder with a questionable look upon his face. “And why is that darlin’?” Dean asked. I jabbed him in his stomach.

He knew about my crush on Y/n, so of course he did everything he possibly could to upset me. He gave me a look after I punched him in the stomach. “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we are pretty nasty?” She said giving Dean a confused look.

“Yeah I guess we could stop by the motel.” Dean said stepping on the pedal a little bit more. The engine revving in-response. The drive to the motel was quick and quiet. I had a feeling that Y/n would end showering, and I’d have to hide the fact that I was staring at her.

When we finally made it to the motel Y/n asked Dean for the key, rushing in and grabbing the shower first. I sat still for a minute, thinking through how’d the rest of this night would go.

Y/n would walk out in some tight clothing, light makeup, and her hips swinging. She’d come out and run a hand through her hair and smile. “Lover boy are you gonna get out?” Dean asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Um... Yeah just give me a sec.” I said.

I walked into the motel, the air filled with Y/n body wash. Her bag's contents spilled all over the bed. I could hear her voice slightly coming from the bathroom, she was just singing some random song. “Sam?” I heard it coming from the small kitchen area.

“Yo? Are you gonna change? You’ve got blood covering that flannel.” Dean said pointing that it would probably be creepy if I were to walk into a bar with bloodstains on my shirt. Quickly I changed my flannel, going from my green flannel to a dark blue one.

Just like I guessed Y/n walked out wearing some tight jeans, and light makeup. “Are you per-gaming this?” She said walking over to the small tale and grabbing a beer. “I don’t see why?” Dean responded while he fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket. She took a pretty huge swig and the top of the bottle left her lips.

Once again we clambered into the Impala. It was still an odd thought, so many years of getting in and out of this vehicle. Now thought we weren’t kids, we were adults hunting, protecting people who didn’t realize that those monsters under your bed were real. Dean bounced into the driver seats immediately turning the radio on. Some stupid rock ended up playing throughout the car.

Y/n in a way was a little like my big brother. She loved loud rock music, she was a heart-breaker like Dean, but she’d do anything for family. She’d put herself first to make sure you were safe, she’d make a deal with the devil to know that you weren’t hurt.

But then again she was a lot like me. Y/n would read and read until Y/n would fall asleep face in a book, with books surrounding her. Y/n would wake up and go running with me, she’d rather want a salad then a burger.

Y/n was that type of girl that was well averaged in everything, that was until you started about hunting that, she thrived in that. Y/n would have us beat when it came to the vamps nest, and she’d have a salt&burn done before Dean and I could even figure out the victim.

I think that's why I fell for her, because she was the best, Y/n was the best emotional support I had in awhile. Not to mention she was a pretty bad ass fighting partner. The roads passed by my window, and finally I saw the neon lights that reflect off the bar building.

I could feel Y/n getting more and more excited at the thought of dancing and drinking. Which I didn’t mind. “Yo home girl calm the fuck down!” Dean said as he started to feel Y/n dance around the back seat. In moments like this I felt like we were 3 best friends going out for the night. “Well maybe you can drive faster grandpa!” Y/n shot back.

Dean's face contorted into a hurt expression, mouth agape, his hand over his chest. “Grandpa!?” He said. “It’s okay boomer. Just park and we go inside.” Y/n said. “I’m not a boomer!”Dean said, offended. “Whatever you say Dean…” Y/n said

I again just sat there quietly looking over at the both of them and then finally got out. “Are two coming, or are you going to have a staring contest?” I said walking towards the entrance of the bar. “Hey why can you do it, but I can’t?” Dean asked. I threw him a glare and then walked in the bar.

Quickly I grabbed a booth in the back of the bar, but in view of the exit. Something that our father had instilled into us when we were little. Soon a young lady walked over to the booth asking me what I wanted. “Yeah, can you grab me 3 beers?” I asked and she walked away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Y/n, and Dean walk in waving them over to sit.

Once they sat the lady came back with our drinks. “I’d say that the hunt went pretty well wouldn’t you say?” Dean asked in my direction, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on Y/n face. He quickly nudged me “Huh?” I said. “I said that the hunt went pretty well. I was wondering if you would agree with that statement?” Dean said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Oh yeah, It was a fine hunt.” I said quickly before grabbing my bottle of beer and chugging what seemed like half the bottle. “Y/n what did you think?” Dean asked. She placed her beer onto the already very sticky counter top and said “I definitely say that you two are some slow pokes, but yeah it was an awesome hunt.”

“Where’d all this name calling come from Y/n?” I asked her, curious to what she’d say. “You should know that answer.” She said looking over at my older brother. “What… Don’t look at me!?” Dean said as I brought my attention over to him. “I was just teaching her a few things.” “What type of things?” I said questioning Dean harshly.

A small giggled erupted from Y/n chest. Her smile coming into view. “Oh leave him alone, green bean!” My expression changed quickly due to the serious blow Y/n had just caused my ego. “Don’t hurt my ego now, Y/n” I said with a smile on my face,and again I was met with a giggle that could be heard from across the table.

After a few minutes of silence between the three of us. Y/n asked Dean if he wanted to come onto the dance floor with her. He declined which was odd, and then I followed his line of sight. Dean was looking at a short, dark hair girl. She had on a short red dress, and black heels. “Bro clean up your drool before she says no to you.” I said before taking a swig of my beer.

Y/n’s ears perked up and she also followed Dean’s line of sight. “Go get her, Tiger.” She said before looking over at me and poking my hand “Sammy, do you wanna come dance with me?” She asked.

“Maybe not tonight.” I said. It was a total lie, and Dean could see right through it. “Hey, why don’t you go dance without us for a few. I'm sure Sam will make his way out there. You know he’s shy at first.” He said.

Y/n got up taking the last swig of her beer and walked towards the dance floor. “Sam. Stop fooling yourself. I know this probably has something to do with Jessica and hunting, but just go for it.” Dean said

“It actually has nothing to do with Jessica, I just… I don’t know what if she rejects me?” I said my face falling into a sadden expression. “I have known you all my life, Sam. She’s isn't going to drop you, or reject you. Sam you two are hunters, you wouldn’t have to lie to her about your life. She lives with us.” Dean said, taking a swig of his beer.

“What’s your point Dean?” I asked starting to get annoyed with him. “My point Samuel is that when she asked me if I wanted to dance she wasn’t touchy with me. She gets that way with you, I’m her friend, but she sees you as more than just a friend Sam. Don’t fuck it up by getting things confused in your head.” Dean said.

“Fine, I’ll go dance with her, Go find the girl you were drooling over. Also don’t bring her back to our motel room!” I said as I got out of the booth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean leave a twenty on the counter top and walk towards the random girl.

I walked towards the dance floor and instead of seeing Y/n dancing by herself. I saw a random guy pushing his body against Y/n’s. She was desperately trying to get away, but his hands were touching her hips and kept pulling her back into his body.

He must have been drunk, because I could hear Y/n ask him to stop several times. His hands then went from her hips to her wrist pulling her close to his chest and getting close to her face. I could see her shoulders scrunch up in discomfort, I was trying to get through the crowd of people but couldn’t get there.

“Y/N!” I screamed through the crowd of people and they seemed to move. I had caught her attention which was good. I was hoping that she’d be able to get out and I could grab her and pull her all the way back to the booth, away from the creep. But unfortunately I still wasn’t close enough.

That was until the song ended and some people dispersed from the dance floor. I made my way through the lessening crowd and to Y/n and the creepy guy. I grabbed her waist pulling her smaller frame into my board chest.

“Who do you think you are?” I asked as my voice deepened. “I should be asking the same thing?” The random guy said, and out of instinct I said “I’m her boyfriend that who!” I said. Y/n shields her face from his guy face into my chest. “ Well she wanted it!” The guy said getting close to me. “I doubt that, but how about this. You walk away and I won’t beat you to a pulp?” I said. My face showed how serious I was. The guy stared at us for a minute and then walked off the floor. “Thank you, Sam” I heard Y/n.

I pushed my way through the crowd and made it back to the booth, having Y/n sit first so I was on the outside of the booth. “Of course Y/n” I said, grabbing a beer that still felt full on the table. “Sam? Can I ask why you said you were my boyfriend?” Y/n asked “I figured he wouldn’t leave if I didn’t say that.” I said, I didn’t want to have this conversation in a bar, I wanted to have this conversation while I was sober.

“Can I say something?” Y/n asked, grabbing my empty hand. “Sure.” “I think you said it because you were jealous. Not saying that I wanted to dance with him, but I think you’re jealous of anyone else being with me.” She said

“Did Dean tell you?” I asked with my eyes finally meeting hers. “No, but that answer just did.” She said smiling. “Listen Y/n I get jealous because I’m afraid….that someone else will make you happier than I will ever be able to.” I said keeping eye contact with her. I figured now if we were going to have this conversation now I was going all out.

“Aw. Sammy!” She said giggle and bring my hand up to her lips. Kissing it little. “I know this is weird, but be my 143?” I asked half smiling. “What’s a 143?” Y/n asked tilting her head a little, but kept kissing my hand. “My I love you?”

She smiled and put my hand down and instead kissed my lips. A slow, meaningful, and innocent kiss. When she pulled back she looked at me for a minute and said “Duh! Sammy”

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11/15/23 Mondo Radio Playlist

Here's the playlist for this week's edition of Mondo Radio, which you can download or stream here. This episode: "Up All Night", featuring classic Britpop and more. If you enjoy it, be sure to also follow the show on Facebook and Twitter!

Artist - Song - Album

Blur - She's So High - Leisure

Blur - Sing - Leisure

The Boo Radleys - Losing It (Song For Abigail) - Everything's Alright Forever

The Boo Radleys - Memory Babe - Everything's Alright Forever

Suede - So Young - Suede

Suede - The Drowners - Suede

The Auteurs - Show Girl - New Wave

The Auteurs - Idiot Brother - New Wave

Radiohead - Lewis (Mistreated) - My Iron Lung

Ash - Gone The Dream - 1977

Fumio Miyashita - U.F.O In Shinjuku - Journey To Space

Pulp - Mis-Shapes - Different Class

Pulp - Bar Italia - Different Class

Denim - Here Is My Song For Europe - Back In Denim

Denim - I'm Against The Eighties - Back In Denim

Space - Me & You Vs The World - Spiders

Supergrass - Mansize Rooster - I Should Coco

Super Furry Animals - Something 4 The Weekend - Fuzzy Logic

Elastica - 2:1 - Trainspotting (Music From The Motion Picture)

Sleeper - Atomic - Trainspotting (Music From The Motion Picture)

Lush - 500 (Shake Baby Shake) - Ciao!: Best Of Lush

Lush - Ciao! - Ciao!: Best Of Lush

Cornershop - Good To Be On The Road Back Home - When I Was Born For The 7th Time

Cornershop - Sleep On The Left Side - When I Was Born For The 7th Time

The Beta Band - Dry The Rain - The Three E.P.'s

Supernaturals - You're My Best Friend - Essential Interpretations

The Verve - Stormy Clouds - A Northern Soul

Ocean Colour Scene - Robin Hood (Live: Royal Albert Hall Feb '97) - Songs For The Front Row: The Best Of Ocean Colour Scene

Oasis - Take Me Away - Supersonic (Single)

James - She's A Star - James: The Best Of

Manic Street Preachers - Everything Must Go - Everything Must Go

#Britpop #Music #Playlist #Radio #WMSE #Milwaukee #MKE #Alternative

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HBO Max New Releases:. July 2021

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LeBron James might be out of the NBA playoffs, but he’s still angling to be a big part of the summer entertainment season. That’s because HBO Max’s list of new releases for July 2021 is highlighted by a very special sequel.

Space Jam: A New Legacy premieres on July 16. will find LeBron teaming up with the Looney Tunes in a Warner Bros. IP-extravaganza. Can ‘Bron and the Looney Tunes beat the Goon Squad before Warner Bros.’ server steals LeBron “Bronny” Jr.’s soul (or something)? Let’s hope so. The two other major WB releases this month, No Sudden Move and Tom and Jerry in New York, both come to HBO Max on July 1.

HBO Max is also bringing some fun TV shows to its stream this month. The long-awaited Gossip Girl revival premieres on July 8. That will be followed by Mike White’s satirical limited series The White Lotus on July 11. Ronan Farrow’s excellent book Catch and Kill gets a docuseries adaptation on July 12.

July 1 will see the arrival of library titles like Planet of the Apes, Reservoir Dogs, and Scream. Recent hit Judas and the Black Messiah comes to HBO Max on that date as well. It’s a good month for geek TV with the Doctor Who 2020 Christmas Special (July 1), Nancy Drew season 2 (July 3), and Batwoman season 2 (July 27) all coming home to their streaming residence.

HBO Max New Releases – July 2021

TBA FBOY Island, Max Original Season 1 Premiere Romeo Santos: King of Bachata, 2021 (HBO) Romeo Santos Utopia Live from MetLife Stadium, 2021 (HBO)

July 1 ¡Come! (aka Eat!), 2020 8 Mile, 2002 (HBO) All Dogs Go to Heaven 2, 1996 (HBO) All Dogs Go to Heaven, 1989 (HBO) Behind Enemy Lines, 1997 (HBO) Beneath the Planet of the Apes, 1970 (HBO) Bio-Dome, 1996 (HBO) Black Panthers, 1968 Blackhat, 2015 (HBO) Brubaker, 1980 (HBO) Cantinflas (HBO) Conquest of the Planet of the Apes, 1972 (Extended Version) (HBO) Cousins, 1989 (HBO) Dark Water, 2005 (HBO) Darkness Falls, 2003 (HBO) Demolition Man, 1993 Dirty Work, 1998 (HBO) Disturbia, 2007 (HBO) Doctor Who Holiday 2020 Special: Revolution of the Daleks, 2020 Duplex, 2003 (HBO) Escape from the Planet of the Apes, 1971 (HBO) Eve’s Bayou, 1997 Firestarter, 1984 (HBO) First, 2012 For Colored Girls, 2010 (HBO) For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada, 2012 (HBO) Full Bloom, Max Original Season 2 Finale Ghost in the Machine, 1993 (HBO) The Good Lie, 2014 (HBO) Gun Crazy, 1950 House on Haunted Hill, 1999 Identity Thief, 2013 (Extended Version) (HBO) Ira & Abby, 2007 (HBO) Joe Versus the Volcano, 1990 Judas and the Black Messiah, 2021 (HBO) Laws Of Attraction, 2004 (HBO) Lucky, 2017 (HBO) Maid in Manhattan, 2002 Married to the Mob, 1988 (HBO) Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, 1997 Mississippi Burning, 1988 (HBO) Monster-In-Law, 2005 Mousehunt, 1997 (HBO) My Brother Luca (HBO) No Sudden Move Pleasantville, 1998 The Prince of Tides, 1991 Project X, 1987 (HBO) The Punisher, 2017 (HBO) Punisher: War Zone, 2008 (HBO) Rambo, 2008 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Reds, 1981 (HBO) Reservoir Dogs, 1992 (HBO) The Return of the Living Dead, 1985 (HBO) Return of the Living Dead III, 1993 (Extended Version) (HBO) Rounders, 1998 (HBO) Saturday Night Fever, 1977 (Director’s Cut) (HBO) Scream, 1996 Scream 2, 1997 Scream 3, 2000 Semi-Tough, 1977 (HBO) The Sessions, 2012 (HBO) Set Up, 2012 (HBO) Snake Eyes, 1998 (HBO) Staying Alive, 1983 (HBO) Stuart Little, 1999 The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 Tom and Jerry in New York, Max Original Series Premiere Trick ‘R Treat, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Daddy’s Little Girls, 2007 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman, 2005 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s I Can Do Bad All by Myself, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea Goes To Jail, 2009 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Big Happy Family, 2011 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Madea’s Family Reunion, 2006 (HBO) Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married Too, 2010 (HBO) The Watcher, 2016 (HBO) The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep, 2007 (HBO) Westworld (Movie), 1973 White Chicks (Unrated & Uncut Version), 2004 The White Stadium, 1928 Won’t Back Down, 2012 (HBO) Zero Days, 2016 (HBO)

July 2 Lo Que Siento por Ti (aka What I Feel for You) (HBO)

July 3 Let Him Go, 2020 (HBO) Nancy Drew, Season 2

July 7 Dr. STONE, Seasons 1 and 2 (Subtitled) (Crunchyroll Collection) Shiva Baby, 2021 (HBO)

July 8 The Dog House: UK, Max Original Season 2 Premiere Gossip Girl, Max Original Series Premiere Human Capital, 2020 (HBO) The Hunt, 2020 (HBO) Looney Tunes Cartoons, Max Original Season 2 Premiere

July 9 Frankie Quinones: Superhomies (HBO)

July 11 The White Lotus, Limited Series Premiere (HBO)

July 12 Catch and Kill: The Podcast Tapes, Documentary Series Premiere (HBO)

July 15 Tom & Jerry, 2021 (HBO)

July 16 Betty, Season 2 Finale (HBO) Space Jam: A New Legacy, Warner Bros. Film Premiere, 2021 Un Disfraz Para Nicolas (aka A Costume for Nicolas) (HBO)

July 17 The Empty Man, 2020 (HBO)

July 18 100 Foot Wave, Documentary Series Premiere (HBO)

July 22 Through Our Eyes, Max Original Documentary Series Premiere

July 23 Corazon De Mezquite (aka Mezquite’s Heart) (HBO)

July 24 Freaky, 2020 (HBO)

July 26 Catch and Kill: The Podcast Tapes, Documentary Series Finale (HBO)

July 27 Batwoman, Season 2 Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel (HBO)

July 30 Uno Para Todos (aka One for All) (HBO)

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Leaving HBO Max – July 2021

July 3 The ABC’s Of Covid-19: A CNN/Sesame Street Town Hall for Kids and Parents Part 2, 2020

July 4 Annabelle, 2014 Annabelle Comes Home, 2019 (HBO) The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It, 2021 The Curse of La Llorona, 2019 The Nun, 2018

July 5 Lost And Delirious, 2001

July 8 Mad Max: Fury Road, 2015

July 10 It: Chapter 2, 2019 (HBO)

July 11 An Elephant’s Journey, 2018 In the Heights, 2021 Thanks for Sharing, 2013

July 15 Burlesque, 2010

July 17 The Notebook, 2004

July 26 The King’s Speech, 2010

July 31 17 Again, 2009 A Clockwork Orange, 1971 A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge, 1985 A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master, 1988 A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child, 1989 A Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984 A Nightmare on Elm Street, 2010 Adam’s Rib, 1949 America’s Sweethearts, 2001 Anaconda, 1997 The Apparition, 2012 (HBO) Are We There Yet?, 2005 Argo, 2012 (Alternate Version) (HBO) AVP: Alien vs. Predator, 2004 (Alternate Version) (HBO) Badlands, 1973 Beau Brummel, 1954 The Benchwarmers, 2006 Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2, 2011 (HBO) Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta!, 2012 (HBO) Billy Madison, 1995 (HBO) The Book Of Eli, 2010 (HBO) Bram Stoker’s Dracula, 1992 Bringing Up Baby, 1938 The City of Lost Children, 1995 The Color Purple, 1985 The Comebacks, 2007 (Alternate Version) (HBO) The Conjuring 2, 2016 The Crocodile Hunter: Collision Course, 2002 (HBO) Don’t Let Go, 2019 (HBO) Downton Abbey, 2019 (HBO) El Angel (aka The Angel), 2018 (HBO) Eyes Wide Shut, 1999 Fool’s Gold, 2008 Fort Tilden, 2015 (HBO) The Four Feathers, 2002 (HBO) The Gay Divorcee, 1934 Get A Job, 2016 (HBO) The Goonies, 1985 Grand Canyon, 1991 (HBO) Hairspray, 1988 Happy Gilmore, 1996 (HBO) Hellboy Animated Collection, 2006, 2007 The Hurricane, 1999 (HBO) I Know What You Did Last Summer, 1997 Iniciales SG (aka Initials S.G.), 2019 (HBO) J. Edgar, 2011 Jackie Chan’s First Strike, 1997 Jacob’s Ladder, 1990 (HBO) Jeremiah Johnson, 1972 Keeper Of The Flame, 1943 Kill Bill: Vol. 1, 2003 (HBO) Kill Bill: Vol. 2, 2004 (HBO) Kung Fu Hustle, 2005 The Lego Ninjago Movie, 2014 Less Than Zero, 1987 (HBO) Life Stinks, 1991 (HBO) Lincoln, 2012 (HBO) Little Children, 2006 (HBO) Little Man Tate, 1991 (HBO) Lovely & Amazing, 2002 The Lucky One, 2012(HBO) The Madness of King George, 1994 (HBO) Marisol, 2019 (HBO) Me 3.769, 2019 (HBO) Michael Clayton, 2007 Mickey Blue Eyes, 1999 Monster-In-Law, 2005 Mulholland Dr., 2001 Muralla (aka Muralla, The Goalkeeper), 2018 (HBO) Murder on the Orient Express, 1974 (HBO) Music and Lyrics, 2007 My Dream Is Yours, 1949 My Girl 2, 1994 My Girl, 1991 My Sister’s Keeper, 2009 Now, Voyager, 1942 Old Dogs, 2009 (HBO) The Opposite Sex, 1956 The Pledge, 2001 (HBO) Precious, 2009 (HBO) The Producers, 1968 The Prophecy, 1995 (HBO) The Prophecy II, 1998 (HBO) The Prophecy III: The Ascent, 2000 (HBO) Prophecy IV: The Uprising, 2005 (HBO) Prophecy V: The Forsaken, 2005 (HBO) Pulp Fiction, 1994 Rachel and The Stranger, 1948 Radio Days, 1987 (HBO) The Reluctant Debutante, 1958 Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise, 1987 (HBO) Revenge of the Nerds IV: Nerds in Love, 2005 (HBO) Revenge of the Nerds, 1984 (HBO) Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, 1991 Roger & Me, 1989 Rollerball, 2002 (HBO) Romance on the High Seas, 1948 Rumble in the Bronx, 1996 Safe House, 2012 (HBO) Salvador, 1986 (HBO) Shall We Dance?, 2004 Shallow Hal, 2001 (HBO) Shocker, 1989 (HBO) Sinbad of the Seven Seas, 1989 (HBO) Sprung, 1997 (HBO) Stop-Loss, 2008 (HBO) Sunshine Cleaning, 2009 (HBO) Swing Time, 1936 Tea for Two, 1950 Thief, 1981 (HBO) This Is Spinal Tap, 1984 (HBO) Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, 2011 (HBO) Top Hat, 1935 Trapped in Paradise, 1994 (HBO) Troll 2, 1990 (HBO) Troll, 1986 (HBO) Two Minutes of Fame, 2020 (HBO) Underdog, 2007 (HBO) Untamed Heart, 1993 (HBO) Up in the Air, 2009 (HBO) The Visitor, 2008 Waiting for Guffman, 1997 The Wedding Singer, 1998 Wendy, 2020 (HBO) Wildcats, 1986 (HBO) The Wings of Eagles, 1957 Without Love, 1945 Woman of the Year, 1942 Worth Winning, 1989 (HBO) Young Man with a Horn, 1949

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