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Goth 101

🦇 tl;dr version for those who prefer that format

Goth is a music-based subculture that started out in the UK in the late 70s/early 80s and spread internationally from there. It spawned from the UK Punk scene, keeping the DIY ethics but turning the music more melancholic, introspective and experimental.

The music genres that the subculture was built around are (dark) Post-Punk, Gothic Rock, Darkwave, Ethereal Wave and a few other smaller subgenres.

While the fashion and other non-musical aesthetics are very prominent and beloved by goths, they're non-essential to the subculture. What defines a goth is the music we listen to.

Our "big 4" bands are The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus and the Banshees. However, 3 out of 4 of those bands are Post-Punk acts (Sisters of Mercy being the exception Gothic Rock band), and while very influential to the rest of the goth music scene, they by no means are the end-all, be-all of what goth music sounds like. The genre has evolved through its over 40 years of existence, creating diverse sounds. Anyone darkly inclined can find something to love, even if it takes a bit of research.

The Dark & Gothic playlist on Spotify is a pretty decent way to get started into goth music. In my old blog I had entire tags dedicated to goth music as a whole, and separately to Post-Punk, Gothic Rock, Darkwave and Ethereal Wave too. I had a few playlists based on popular goth aesthetics here.

The longer description of goth music will include playlists for each bigger goth subgenre, but please keep in mind they're made by me in a way that appeals to my personal tastes for each subgenre. I don't know every band that exists and my personal taste is biased towards the 90s.

Now, to a more detailed introduction to the goth subculture...

🦇 Dark alternative vs Goth

What a lot of people need clarified is that the goth subculture doesn't have a monopoly on the dark alternative world, nor are we the home for everyone sad, spooky and weird who doesn't fit in and might listen to any sort of sad, spooky or weird alternative music.

There are SO many dark alternative music scenes that have nothing or very little to do with the goth subculture. We've influenced a lot of them fashion-wise, but just because they copied us we look alike doesn't mean we're interchangeable.

There's no scale that goes from Prep to Goth and measures how Valid™ your inner darkness is, in which if you're anything below goth then you're a poser and lame. It's perfectly fine and cool to be dark alternative without being a goth. Goth isn't a badge of legitimacy or honor, it's just one specific flavor of dark alternative among so many.

Goth is a very small and obscure subculture despite our superficial hypervisbility (our looks and infamy are hypervisible, what we're actually about is extremely buried underground), and most dark alternative people aren't goths.

🦇 What does it take to be a goth?

There's one rule, and one rule only: LISTEN TO THE MUSIC. You wouldn't call yourself a metalhead without being a fan of Metal music, would you? The same principle applies to goth.

There are many types of alternative subcultures; some examples are fashion-based subcultures, another are lifestyle-based subcultures. A third type of subculture that's very prominent (especially in the West) are music-based subcultures.

Goth is a music-based subculture, just like the metalhead, punk, emo, rivethead/Industrial, hip-hop, rave, K-Pop and grunge subcultures are.

This means that, while the music isn't THE ONLY aspect the subculture has, in order to be a goth you have to listen to goth music, and we have a specific set of music genres that our subculture was built around, so not just anything dark and melancholy will do, as we don't have a monopoly on that, but we do have something closer to a monopoly on a specific sound and musical legacy.

You don't have to listen to goth music EXCLUSIVELY to be a goth, that'd be insane. You don't even have to limit yourself to dark alternative music either. You just have to listen to goth music to a relevant degree and be passionate about it and you're in, the rest is up to you.

This means too that the way you dress has no impact on your validity as a goth, whether you don't have the gothic wardrobe of your dreams yet or you just don't want to dress goth at all. I'm TikTok mutuals with a girl who dresses exclusively in pink-white sweet lolita coords, but who's passionate about goth music. She's a goth, no questions about it. On the other hand, a lot of the influencers you'll see online who look like a lost Addams cousin aren't goths at all, and no house decor or outfit will make them gothier if they don't listen to the music.

🦇 What music counts as goth?

From the previous points I made you probably gathered that Industrial and Metal ⁠– both genres that outsiders usually associate with the goth subculture ⁠– aren't actually part of the goth genre. So, what is goth music?

Goth music developed initially in the UK in the late 70s/early 80s off of dark Post-Punk. Post-Punk itself developed from UK 70s Punk Rock, being also influenced by Glam Rock, experimental electronic music, and many other influences more specific to each band that took part in this musical development (Bauhaus were very influenced by Reggae!).

What characterizes the goth sound are elements such as; being bass-driven rather than guitar-driven (in almost every case), guitars playing more of a decorative or atmospheric role instead of being the main focus (which contrasts starkly against genres such as Metal), preference for voices with a lower vocal range (altos, this is your genre to shine in!), optional use of synthesizers, recurrent replacing of human drummers with drum machines, and common use of lots of reverb and delay effects everywhere for an extra sensation that you're listening to music recorded in a catacomb.

Dark Post-Punk was the starting point of the goth subculture, and from it, all other goth music subgenres developed. Depending on who you ask there's a billion goth micro-genres. In my opinion a lot of those subgenres are rather meaningless (a lot of them are just specific flavors of Post-Punk or Darkwave) but the main 4 subgenres of goth music are:

(Dark) Post-Punk

Gothic Rock

Darkwave

Ethereal Wave

POST-PUNK:

Post-Punk took the standard sound of Punk Rock and its DIY ethics and made the sound more melancholic, romantic, experimental, less angry, and more introspective. Dark Post-Punk in particular was influenced by gothic literature and old horror movies (including their soundtracks, the Banshees created their characteristic guitar sound after the violins in the Psycho soundtrack).

Besides the 3 Post-Punk bands I listed as part of the goth "big 4", there's bands such as Skeletal Family, Twin Tribes, Specimen, She Wants Revenge, Sex Gang Children, Xmal Deutschland, Lebanon Hanover, Cruex Lies, The Secret French Postcards and The Birthday Party.

GOTHIC ROCK:

When goth became slightly more established in sound, Gothic Rock is what happened. Less experimental than Post-Punk, a bit more Rock-based, more decidedly dark and miserable than Post-Punk necessarily is, and finally severed from goth's punk roots. Sisters of Mercy is THE most popular and influential Gothic Rock band; they popularized the use of extremely low baritone vocals and drum machines. Despite existing since the 80s, its popularity peak was in the 90s.

Goth as a whole has its "big 4", but the subgenre of Gothic Rock has its own "big 3", which are Sisters of Mercy, The Mission (UK), and Fields of the Nephilim. Other Gothic Rock bands are Rosetta Stone, Corpus Delicti, Inkubus Sukkubus, Mephisto Walz, Angels of Liberty, Two Witches, Nosferatu, Wisborg and Soror Dolorosa.

DARKWAVE:

Goth going electronic! There's basically two types of Darkwave; the one that's more a combination of Post-Punk + Synthpop (very popular in the past decade), and the one that's more a combination of Gothic Rock + electronic music in general (most popular in the 90s). EXTREMELY danceable, but then again goths can dance to literally anything. This genre has existed at the very least since the second half of the 80s and has never stopped being relevant in the goth scene, save maybe during the Deathrock revival phase.

Clan of Xymox might be the single most influential Darkwave band. There's also The Frozen Autumn, The Crüxshadows, Switchblade Symphony, Collide, Dark, Ghosting, London After Midnight, She Past Away, Drab Majesty and Boy Harsher.

ETHEREAL WAVE:

This genre is heavily linked to Dream Pop, Neoclassical Darkwave and Shoegaze. Like with Darkwave there's basically a few styles of Ethereal Wave, I can pinpoint three; the one that's like, regular Goth Rock/Post-Punk but with a lot of extra delay and reverb and other stylistic choices that make it sound, well, Ethereal, dream-like. There's the type that has lots of Folk influences (be it Medieval/Rennaisance-ish type of Folk or "ethnic" type of Folk), and there's one that's synth-based but, unlike Darkwave, sounds like what ketamine must feel like. This genre has existed since the mid 80s but its peak in popularity and relevancy in the scene was in the 90s.

Dead Can Dance is THE most influential Ethereal Wave band, but there's others such as Cocteau Twins (started as Post-Punk, ended up as Dream Pop and Ethereal Wave), Miranda Sex Garden, Faith and the Muse, Lycia, Claire Voyant, Hamsas XIII, Love is Colder than Death, SRSQ, Black Tape for a Blue Girl and Mors Syphilitica.

What about Deathrock, Gothic Metal and Industrial?

Deathrock is goth's American twin, basically. While in the early 80s in the UK morose ex-punks were playing Post-Punk, in the early 80s in the LA Punk scene morbid and brooding punk kids were playing Deathrock; it's closer to Punk Rock in sound than Post-Punk, being more about being spooky and brooding than about being eerie and romantic. Goth is to vampires and witches what Deathrock is to zombies and werewolves.

To summarize the consensus on Deathrock and its place within the goth subculture; it's rare to find a goth who's not also into at least some Deathrock, and even rarer to find a deathrocker who's not into goth. Personally, I think Deathrock is its own separate though very similar thing, but I don't mind Deathrock being lumped in with goth music.

I made a whole TikTok video on why Gothic Metal isn't a goth subgenre, but in summary; Gothic Metal is a Metal subgenre that was somewhat influenced by goth music in its earliest stage of development, but is for the most part a cross between Doom Metal and Death Metal with lyrics inspired by gothic literature. By adhering to a Metal sound it doesn't fit the type of sound goth music has. The goth influences in Gothic Metal were mostly only present in the earliest bands and a majority of the newer acts are completely disconnected from the goth scene.

As for goth's ties to the rivethead subculture (and thus, Industrial music): We've been sibling subcultures since at least the early 90s. Both very, very small and underground scenes that despite being different, had enough similarities in music, idiosyncrasy and aesthetic sensibilities to comfortably band together for the sake of scene viability. That's why you might hear people talking about the "gothic-industrial scene".

Keep in mind too that 80s and 90s Industrial music sounded very different from how it does now (compare your average Grendel or Combichrist song to your average Skinny Puppy or Die Form song). There was a lot less influence of raver music in the rivethead scene back then, and a lot more influence from 80s dark alternative music and New Wave, which are key influences for the goth scene as well.

As told by goth YouTuber Angela Benedict (goth since 1995), every goth back then listened to at least some Industrial, every rivethead listened to at least some goth music, and they all loved 80s New Wave, so DJs at shared club nights had a very easy time entertaining both audiences simultaneously.

🦇 Trivia & other things to know

The term "gothic Rock" was being used in music journalism as early as to describe releases by The Doors and The Velvet Underground, but the word "gothic" there wasn't so much used to point to a specific type of sound at that stage, it was used to imply the mood of the music and that's not where the subculture gets its name.

We don't know for sure why this subculture began to be referred to as "goth", initially the music was called either New Wave (just a darker and more underground variety of it) or Positive Punk. However, one of the potential roots of this name for our subculture is that it comes from an inside joke from members of Southern Death Cult/The Cult about Andi Sexgang (Sex Gang Children) about how he was a creepy little guy obsessed with the macabre and dark romanticism living at the Visigoth Towers, so they called him a "goth goblin" and if he was a goth, then his fans were goths too.

From the comments that the goth bloggers/vloggers I follow get, apparently it's common for baby bats and people interested in the subculture to think that they HAVE to find a goth "type" to lock themselves into, like "trad goth" or "romantic goth" or whatever else, and if they don't, they're a poser. This isn't true at all. Most goths wax and wane between fashion styles and goth music subgenres. These terms are far more useful to describe aesthetics rather than people or music.

If you ever hear people talk about "1st/2nd/3rd wave goth/Gothic Rock"; that's an (in my opinion) outdated and not too functional terminology to differentiate between "eras" of goth music, 1st wave being between 1975-1985, 2nd between 1985-1995, and 3rd between 1995-? That terminology was used widely when I was a baby bat but not so much anymore.

"Baby bat" is what a lot of more established goths call newbies! It's NOT meant as an insult nor to be condescending. It's a loving cutesy term and while of course most baby bats are very young, it's perfectly plausible to be a very grown adult and a baby bat if they just got into goth instead of getting into the subculture as a teen.

Most goth bands are easily found on Spotify except for more underground ones that haven't been active for a while (I have so many beloved bands and songs that just don't exist on Spotify), but the real goth jackpot is at Bandcamp.

Facebook is still useful for one (1) thing and it's for finding goth events; that's where I've found out about gothic fairs, goth nights and gigs; from the largely popular ones in my local scene to the very underground ones.

The song most of the subculture agrees is THE first official goth song is Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, which was recorded as a singular take. It was the first track the band recorded together, too.

The Batcave is infamous nowadays as a huge goth night club in Soho (London) during the early 80s, owned by the band Specimen, BUT as told by the very people who used to frequent the nightclub, the whole thing has been a little overblown and its current reputation is more legend than fact. YouTuber Gothcast has a great video on the subject that was praised by members of Specimen itself!

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Most of the most iconic pioneer goth musicians HATE being referred to as goths or to have their music referred to as such. When the term "goth" was first starting to be used to describe our music and scene it was a pejorative used by outsiders and/or mostly associated with the campier and more "low brow" bands (Specimen and Alien Sex Fiend come to mind). Andrew Eldritch from Sisters of Mercy especially hates it, to the point he refuses to even say the word and refers to it as "the G word". Which is hilarious since he sounded the most stereotypically gothy out of the big 4 and looked like this at the time he started to be a piss baby about it:

Goth isn't really a "youth" subculture anymore if you ask people within the scene. Unlike people from many other subcultures, goths have a tendency to stay goth far into adulthood (even if covertly). When you go to any events, besides teens and people in their early 20s, you're gonna see plenty of goths in their 40s and older, a few of them will bring their kids along if the event is family friendly.

Besides the obvious chance of many goths being professional creatives (musicians, writers, artists, etc), for some reason A LOT of goths work in tech and healthcare!

Metalheads headbang, they and punks also mosh. What do goths do to vibe to our music together? We dance! We don't dance the same as non-goths but we LOVE to dance to our music, together or solo. There's no established dance styles to adhere to; it's just letting your body flow to the music. Some goth dancing is very intricate, some of it is very simple, it depends on the goth in question. Just in case, this is NOT like the dance gifs of cybergoths/rivetheads under that damned bridge. Think less that and more Wednesday Addams dancing to The Cramps, or the girl from the Night of the Demons movie. Here's some videos about how goths dance:

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We fucking love 80s New Wave. No, Depeche Mode isn't a goth band; yes, you'll have to dig deep to find a goth who doesn't ADORE them. The only one I've come across who disliked Depeche Mode liked Soft Cell instead.

Goth IS international! Not just in the sense that there's fans of goth music basically everywhere, but that there's local goth scenes with their own local goth bands everywhere. Outside of the US + Europe + Canada, there's huge goth scenes all over Latin América (our Deathrock and Post-Punk are at times even popular among 1st world goths), and there's also smaller but still present goth scenes in Africa, Asia and Oceania. She Past Away is very much one of THE most popular goth bands in recent years and they're from Turkey.

The goth scene has always been in friendly terms with the LGBT community. Not only are many of our biggest icons LGBT themselves (the whole band Specimen, AVC from Sopor Aeternus, both members of Diavol Strâin, the vocalist from Male Tears, Cinnamon Hadley, and many more) but plenty of cishet goths (especially the men) embrace gender non-conformity and/or androgyny. In most local scenes, goth club nights are held at gay bars/nightclubs, as they don't tend to have privately owned venues. And either way, at any goth night there'll be tons of gay and gender non-conforming goths no matter where they're held. To varying degrees depending on the locality of the scene, gay and bi people are completely normalized in the goth subculture, and gender non-conformity and androgyny aren't just encouraged, but praised and coveted.

There's goths of any religion you can think of, but Neo Pagans are somewhat over-represented in our community compared to the rest of larger society (for better or worse). Funnily enough, very few goths are actually Satanists of any sort. I'd say the numbers go more or less similar to our local non-goth peers. In the West and westernized countries I'd say it goes; majority culturally-Christian atheist or agnostic goths (usually not militant about it), a few practicing Christians of whichever denomination (usually whichever is dominant in the country they inhabit), the rare but entirely plausible Jewish, Muslim or Buddhist goth, and a bunch of Neo-Pagans. Probably one (1) or two (2) actual Satanist goths per state/province/etc, tops.

World Goth Day is celebrated every year on May 22nd.

"Mallgoth" isn't a type of goth in either a musical or fashion sense. I made another TikTok about it, but in summary; it was originally hurled as an insult towards a very specific type of poser; the American kids in the late 90s and early 00s who imitated how goths dressed and called themselves goths while only listening to Nu Metal and maybe the most mainstream Industrial Metal. They tended to congregate at malls and behave particularly obnoxious to everyone there, further ruining our already delicate image (especially at that time).

Cybergoths aren't really goths either. Their music scene is centered around EBM, which is basically slightly darker and slightly more aggressive raver music that may or may not have Industrial influences. And to be honest they behaved like a rapacious invasive species in goth club nights to the point that they almost decimated the actual goth scene and it took us a while to recover from that.

Goths are sometimes perceived as too self-serious but honestly? We love making fun of ourselves and we tend to have a very silly or dry sense of humor. We're just tired of the same cheap and inaccurate jokes made by people who don't know anything about us. The best jokes about goths will often come from goths ourselves; you can only properly make fun of something you understand well! The few times outsiders get it right though? (Sad to confirm that the South Park goth kids are hilarious and I wish they were in a better show) You'll see goths sharing the SHIT out of it, such as me being obsessed with the goths from Ridonculous Race, or the clip below:

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[4.7k] remus is dragged out to a rock pub after being influenced by sirius, but maybe the pretty punk girl talking to him makes it worth the sacrifice. even if she makes him unreasonably flustered. (smut)

based off the prompt: “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

Remus Lupin was never one to let peer pressure get to him, especially done by the likes of Sirius Black.

His resolve was always pretty strong and despite his friend’s annoying persistency, he always did a pretty damn good job of telling him to fuck off before he finally caught the hint. It had been the practice over the many years of friendship the boys had shared and would most likely continue into their many years spent together into the future.

Except for tonight.

For some reason that was beyond him, he had broken his own tradition and found himself agreeing to whatever nonsense Sirius was rambling on about when he walked into the common room, dramatically sighing and pouting when he mentioned James bailed on him at the last minute for a date with Lily.

“C’mon, Moony, it’s just one night,” Sirius had pleaded, half lying on the boy’s lap so he could grab the book out of his hands and gain the werewolf’s full attention. “Prongs is off with Evans and Peter has detention with Minnie. Come on! You’re my only hope!”

“What about Mary?”

“It’s not her scene.”

“And Marlene?”

“She slammed the door in my face before I could even ask.”

Remus closed his eyes, letting out a sigh that told the boy his resolve was wearing thin. “And you can’t take Lily and James?”

“I’m not being the fucking third wheel again,” Sirius scoffed, nose scrunched up as memories flashed through his mind. “Not after New Years. I don’t think I’ll ever get my innocence back.”

Remus snorted. “Like you ever had it in the first place.”

Sirius waved him off, eyes wide and hopeful as he flashed his friend a grin. “So you’ll come with?”

“I–”

“Brilliant, see you at six, Moony!”

“I didn’t even say yes yet!” Remus called out after him but the boy was already running towards the common room door, not giving the boy a chance to even wiggle his way out of whatever Sirius had been begging him to attend.

And maybe that was his mistake. He never asked Sirius what this event was, mostly because it was usually easier to not be an accomplice in his crimes—even by knowledge. But that was clearly the regrettable choice when Sirius dragged him away from the school, using the map to guide them through the secret passages until they were beyond the wards before apparating to merlin-knows-where.

Because of fucking course Sirius Black would drag him to a punk rock grunge bar in a part of London he wasn’t familiar with.

“Pads,” he murmured in a warning voice, hands tucked into the pocket on his jacket as he followed his friend towards the door.

“Just chill, Moony,” Sirius called out as the sound of music thumped beyond the closed doors. “Who knows, maybe you’ll have fun.”

“In a muggle bar?”

Sirius turned to look at him over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who said it was a muggle bar?”

Remus held back his own wince the second the atmosphere of the bar hit him: the loud music, the throng of dancing bodies, the smell of alcohol and sweat and the taste of tobacco and marijuana thick in the clouded air.

No wonder the little prick ran out before Remus could interrogate him on where they were going.

To his credit, Sirius had stuck to his side for a total twenty minutes before the boy disappeared into the crowd of dancing partygoers, drink in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Remus could only laugh and shake his head as he watched his friend go.

He knew there was nothing stopping him from walking out the pub and heading back. Despite his dramatics, Sirius would understand and wouldn’t hold it against him. But he knew the kind of mood his friend was in, and nine times out of ten, Remus would be needed to intervene before Sirius got his ass kicked.

Might as well sit around until that moment inevitably came.

He had tucked himself at the back of the pub where the bar was situated, taking a stool at the very end of the bar where he could sip on his drink and observe. He recognised most of the songs considering Sirius had played them in the dorm more times than he could remember, and he couldn’t deny he enjoyed some of them. But it was difficult to fit in when everybody there was in various pieces of leather clothing, chunky boots and more pieces of jewellry than he could ever imagine.

It was a pub full of Sirius Black’s and that thought was concerning enough for him to order another drink soon after.

He was fiddling with a napkin when a body slid between his stool and the one next to him, arms pressed against the sticky counter and the scent of vanilla overbearing his senses from the smell of the pub. It felt almost instinctive to keep his eyes on the napkin, watching the way the paper shredded with each piece he ripped off until he had a small pile lying beside his glass. It felt instinctive to keep his eyes anywhere but on the pair of eyes he could feel burning into his side.

“You look like you’ve just been dropped here after your shift at the library.”

But something about the voice was magnetic and he couldn’t help himself from turning his head to peek at you through the mess of brown curls on his head and—fuck, it felt like someone had hit him right in the centre of his chest.

Remus had met many attractive people in his life. Pretty ones and handsome ones and gorgeous ones and ones that took your breath. Everyone had a side of beauty in them that could make them shine and stand out in a crowd, but fuck had he ever seen someone like you.

His mind went completely blank when he looked at you, almost as though his brain was trying to process the fact you existed and were not just a perfect figment of his imagination. Your skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, your hair was messy and wild from dancing and the makeup around your eyes looked a little more smudged than usual—but it was fucking mesmirising and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away.

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to you. Hell, even just to say hello but the boy found himself speechless as he openly gaped at you.

“It’s cute though,” you reassured him, painted lips curving up in a smirk and it took him a few seconds to tear his eyes away from them. “Hot librarian is really in these days.”

“I’m not a librarian!” he blurted out, his cheeks instantly heating up when he realised how loud he had him.

But you laughed and the embarrassment swelling in his chest eased up a little at the sound.

“Of course not, silly,” you said with an amused tone in your voice. “You’re missing the glasses.”

Remus could only let out a shaky breath, hand clenching around his glass a little too hard that he was honestly surprised it didn’t shatter in his hold but he couldn’t quite find the words to reply just yet.

“So, how did you find yourself dragged out here?” you asked, seeming to take it upon yourself to continue the conversation even when the bartender dropped your drink in front of you. But you remained in your spot, tucked between the stools as you took a leisurely sip from the bottle you had just ordered. “Got a girlfriend who dragged you out?”

His eyes widened a little. “No!”

“No?” you questioned, not even bothering to bite back your smile. “Boyfriend then?”

“No, no, I–” Remus paused for a moment, clearing his throat as he tried to string together a coherent sentence. “I came with my friend, Sirius. He didn’t have anyone to go with so…I came.”

You raised your brows. “Do I get to know your name or do I have to keep referring to you as Sirius’ cute friend?”

Remus only hoped the lights of the pub didn’t pick up on his burning cheeks, or the way the tips of his ears matched his blush. “I, uh, Remus. My name is Remus.”

“Well, Remus, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said as you introduced yourself, extending your hand to the boy. You watched the way his eyes dropped to your hand, eyeing it carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I promise I don’t bite.”

His eyes widened. “No, I–”

“Unless you want me to,” you added and watched in delight the way his lips parted in surprise.

Remus was different from every other witch and wizard in this establishment. From the tattered jeans and knitted sweater he wore to the worn trainers and dishevelled hair, he stood out like a sore thumb in a place like this. And yet, you loved it.

You loved it when you spotted him from across the pub. You loved it when you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way to the bar to get closer to him. You loved it when you could see the way his eyes fought to not glance over as you settled beside him.

You fucking loved how flustered he got around you. It wasn’t the first time you made a man feel that way and you doubt it would be the last, but there was something different—something more satisfying—when it came to Remus.

“I mean, I just—” he gulped a little when you stepped closer to him, his body seeming to have a mind of its own as his legs parted to accommodate you standing between them. “Yeah…”

“Yeah? You’d like that?” you teased, head tilted to the side as you raised a hand to his face. Your finger traced down the line of his jaw, watching the way it clenched under your touch before he let out a shaky breath. “Maybe I can add to those wicked scars you have.”

His heart was thundering in his chest. “Wicked?”

“Wicked hot,” you murmured absentmindedly as you traced along the scars slashed across his face. They weren’t obvious, the pale marks almost invisible against his skin in the pub lighting but you noticed them the second you stepped between his legs. And fuck, you loved the way they looked.

“T-Thanks,” he stuttered out, hooded eyes focused on how close you were to him. How fucking easy it would be for him to just lean down and—

“Do I make you nervous, Remus?” you asked innocently.

His eyes snapped back up to meet yours, a small crease forming between his brows. “I–no, why would you think that?”

“You’re really hot and you’re breathing funny,” you told him, though the gleam in your eyes told him this was beyond concern. You knew you made him nervous and he knew you loved. Fuck, he loved it. You were the kind of girl people would tell him to run for the hills if he ever came across you, but he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay right where he was even if it was his own ruination.

“Crowds make me nervous,” he blurted out, smart enough to know you were teasing him but not quite brave enough to admit it. It seems like the Gryffindor within him couldn’t compete with the pretty girl standing between his legs.

Your smile made his breath catch in his throat. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he rasped as your hand fell to his chest, feeling his pounding heart beneath your palm before your hand slid down to intertwine with his.

“You wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?”

And before he could even process the question, the words left his lips.

“Lead the way.”

His drink was left abandoned on the bar counter as he let you pull him through the crowd of dancing witches and wizards. His eyes never strayed away from you, his attention completely locked on you as you led him down a dimly lit corridor before you reached a fire exit door and quickly pushed it open, leading him outside before the door closed behind you.

He glanced around, picking up on the small space as the light chill brushed against his heated cheeks. It seemed like it was a back alley, blocked off from the main street. The space was decorated with some old, battered sofas and chairs but there was an odd sense of comradery in the air.

“Are we allowed to be back here?” he asked, taking a few steps deeper into the back alley.

“Legally? No,” you stated simply, grinning at the way his head swivelled around to meet your gaze. “But that’s why it’s so fun.”

“You’re confident we won’t get caught?”

“Also no.”

Remus huffed out a little laugh. It was almost like you were reading out the marauders motto and he found his chest tightening a little at the idea.

He watched as you sauntered across the space, falling back onto one of the cracked leather sofas and grinned up at him. You patted the spot next to you, eyebrows raising a little in your offer and he couldn’t find it within himself to deny you.

Remus settled into the spot next to you, his thigh pressed against your thigh and his shoulder pressed against your shoulder. He could feel his body tensing at the touch, his hands laying on his lap in tight fists as he cleared his throat a little to distract him from the way his stomach twisted in delight at the lack of space between you.

“Relax, Remus,” you spoke softly, arm stretching out along the back of the sofa as your hand rested on his shoulder.

“You got something to help me relax?” he joked, though it came off a little flat with his shaky voice but you laughed regardless.

“Is that all you need to let me see the real Remus?” you questioned, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

His eyes caught the movement, body working on autopilot when his brain went blank with an array of thoughts that made him want to squirm in his seat. “Maybe so.”

“You should’ve told me earlier,” you grinned at him, watching as his eyes went comically wide as you reached into your bra, only to pull out a joint a few seconds later. “Got a light?”

“Uh, no,” he murmured as he watched you place the joint between your lips. You raised your brows and Remus leaned forwards slightly, whispering a charm under his breath until the end of the joint lit up in a soft orange.

“Guess the nerd aesthetic isn’t for show,” you teased, taking a deep inhale before softly blowing out the smoke. “Good to see you got the looks and the brains, Remus.”

But the boy could barely reply, just simply content to lay his head back on the back of the sofa and watch you. The way your body was twisted, turned towards him with your legs tucked underneath you. The way your painted lips wrapped around the joint, staining the rolling paper with the colour of your lipstick but it drove him even more mad to see the marks. Even the way your hair fell across your face, a mind of his own as the light breeze softly grazed your skin, goosebumps raised on your arms but you only grinned when he offered to charm a heating spell over you.

He was completely and utterly enamoured about you, and he couldn’t bring himself to even care or bother hiding it.

“You think you can handle a hit, big boy?” you asked, a dangerous look on your face that told Remus you could’ve asked him anything and he would’ve agreed to it.

He nodded his head, eyes dipping down to your lipstick-stained joint before he lifted his hand to take it from you, but you acted quicker than the werewolf.

Before he could even process it, you had swung your legs over him and planted yourself on his lap. Your smile widened when you saw the way his cheeks flushed, his hands instantly dropping to your waist and holding onto you, almost like he was scared you were going to jump off his lap.

“Be a good boy f’me, okay?” you murmured before bringing the joint to your lips, taking a deep inhale and keeping the smoke in your mouth.

Your eyes never looked away from him as you gripped his chin, watching his lips part just enough for you to lean down and slowly blow the smoke into his mouth.

The boy beneath you let out a soft groan, your lips brushing against his and his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you a little closer.

“Keep it there,” you ordered him softly, nose nudging against his as you watched his face. As you watched the way his eyes started to water slightly and his lips trembled and only then did you whisper again. “Let it out.”

His breaths were a little shaky as he stared up at you, eyes a little hooded and hazy as your hand still gripped his chin. You murmured a soft praise under your breath, thumb fanning over his pouty lips but it wasn’t enough.

“Please,” he let out, his voice low and guttural and fuck, you couldn’t lie at the way your stomach clenched a little at the sound.

“Such a gentleman, Remus,” you murmured before you threw the joint somewhere behind you on the ground, both hands grabbing his face before you pressed your lips against his.

The boy shamelessly moaned against your lips, squeezing your hips as his lips began to move against yours. It was slow and lazy at first, no rush as your tongue teased him before you deepened the kiss. And then the pace started picking up and your hands were running up and down his chest, along his neck and through his hair and Remus felt like he was going to fucking explode.

The way your fingers tangled in his messy brown hair, tugging his head to the side before your head dipped down to kiss along the expanse of his neck and jaw, nibbling on the skin softly just to hear the way he whimpered into your ear when your teeth bit down on the spot just below his ear.

But no matter how passionately you kissed him and no matter how much he moaned, his hands never swayed away your hips. They stayed firmly planted at your sides, squeezing whenever you did anything that made his head fucking spin but they never moved.

He didn’t want to push your boundaries or cross a line you didn’t want. The boy could barely comprehend the super hot witch grinding against his lap and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe, he wasn’t about to ruin it with wandering hands.

But then you pulled away, lips red and swollen, and gave him a look that made his jeans feel tight around his cock.

“Do you want to fuck or not?” you asked bluntly, eyes darkened by desire and lust for the werewolf beneath you.

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” he blurted out, cheeks tinted pink by his confession but it was the least of his problem when a smirk split across your face.

“Then touch me like you mean it,” you said as you slid your hands over his, guiding them along your sides and up your stomach until both hands rested over your tits. “Get it?”

“Got it,” he confirmed with a nod of his head, hooded eyes stuck on your chest as he gave your tits an experimental squeeze.

“C’mon, Remus,” you murmured as you leaned down to kiss along his jaw and towards his ear, lips brushing against him as your warm breath fanned over his skin. “Show me your wild side.”

Remus couldn’t get enough of you from that point on. Maybe it was the liquid courage. Maybe it was the weed that finally relaxed him. Or maybe it was that Gryffindor courage that finally made him get his head out of his ass and take what he wanted.

Because he wanted you. Fuck, he wanted you badly. He wanted you the second he first laid his eyes on you and now here you were, sitting on his lap and practically ordering him to touch you, and he honestly thought he was seconds away from waking up from the best dream in his life but this was real.

You were real.

And Merlin, did Remus want to bask in every fucking moment of attention you gave him.

“Fuck,” you whispered between kisses, your fingers tugging the fabric of his knitted sweater over his head. “You taste like chocolate.”

He lifted his hands, letting you chuck the sweater to the side before his hands were all over you again. The way he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer to him as your head dipped down to press kisses along his scars. The way his hands grabbed your ass, groaning at the way your jeans fitted you because it was just another thing added to your list of many perfections.

“Are you particularly attached to this top?” he asked breathlessly, fingers digging into your thighs as he impatiently tugged on the denim fabric.

Your hands moved to the button of your jeans, your belt already long gone and your jeans soon following. “Not really—”

You hadn’t even finished talking before the sound of fabric ripping echoed against the brick walls of the back alley, your top now in shred and abandoned to the side before Remus’ face was nuzzled between your tits, his hands groping any inch of skin his lips couldn’t kiss.

“Fucking knew it,” you moaned as your head fell back, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to leave pretty purple marks along the swells of your tits. “Wild side.”

“Just wanna make you feel good,” he muttered as a pathetic defence, but defending his honour was the last thing on his mind when he could feel the fabric of your soaked panties pressed against the bulge of his jeans.

Remus whined when you pulled away, even if it was for a short few moments to shed the remainder of the pieces of clothing keeping you away from each other. But then you were grabbing his face once again, fingers pressing into his cheeks as he stared up at you with wide eyes.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

He nodded.

“You gonna make me feel good?”

He nodded again.

“Good,” you murmured before kissing him senseless, letting your moans be muffled by his lips against yours as you reached down to stroke his cock. He whined and bucked against your touch, letting out a pathetic whimper when you squeezed his tip before you slowly sunk down on him, eyes falling shut and curse words leaving your parted lips.

“Shit,” he hissed, squeezing your hips as he watched himself disappear inside you. “You feel…so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Remus,” you breathed out, nails digging into his shoulders but he couldn’t even bring himself to care about the sting of pain. Not when you were squeezing around his cock, making the werewolf whine in response. “That’s it, baby, let me hear it.”

The idea of silencing charms and spells were the last thing on either of your minds. It wouldn’t take long to do, maybe less than thirty seconds. But you would be lying if he didn’t fucking love the idea that anybody could walk through that fire door and catch you both. That anybody could come out here and see the flustered, needy boy beneath you. That anybody could see the way he begged for your touch, your kisses, your filthy words whispered in his ear.

“Remus,” you moaned, your words seeming to get choked up in your throat as you bounced up and down on his cock, as you listened to the way he whined about how good you felt. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

He could feel the way you were clenching around him. He could see the way your eyes were fluttering shut, breathless remarks made as you tried to catch your breath but he knew you were struggling. Your legs starting to shake and your nails digging further into skin and you were close, so fucking close but you just—”

“Shit!”

You could barely comprehend the wizard below you as he lifted you, his hips bucking up into you at a relentless speed that made it difficult to fight the orgasm washing over you. You whined as he kept going, kept fucking you as stars started to dance in your vision and your muscles tensed but he never stopped. Never stopped fucking you until you were whining his name.

Your hands laid on his chest, your own lungs heaving for air as you rolled your hips against his, biting back the whimpers of pleasure that wanted to escape. “You didn’t—”

“Wanted to make you feel good,” he whispered as he kissed you, soft and chaste kisses that were pressed along your neck and chest as he continued to speak. “Wanna see you come again. You look so pretty when you come.”

“Fuck,” you murmured as his hands on your hips started to move you on his cock again. “Remus, I can’t—”

“Shhh, relax,” he whispered between kisses. “Let me make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

And you didn’t have it within you to argue when he shifted you with unreasonably ease, picking you up like you weighed nothing until your back was pressed against the tattered leather sofa and he was crawling above you, kissing up your stomach and between your tits before he met your lips once again.

Your legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, ankles locked behind his back as he slowly guided his cock back inside you with a guttural groan, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he slowly began to thrust.

“Right there, baby, right there,” the words left your lips in breathless praises, seeming to spur the boy on as he gripped your hips, his tempo speeding up shit. “Shit, yes!”

“Fuck,” Remus whined, his cock hard and desperate for release. He didn’t know how much longer he could last inside you, last with your nails raking down his back and face scrunched up as your second orgasm was so close. He couldn’t help himself as a hand disappeared between your bodies, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit and watching as your lips parted in a silent scream as you came, him following you seconds after.

It took you a few minutes to ground yourself. To catch your breath and open your eyes, taking in your surroundings before you glanced down at the boy laying on your chest, his arms wrapped around you and soft kisses pressed on your skin that made your heart swell.

“Did you really throw your joint on the floor?”

The question caught you off guard before you laughed, your fingers running through his hair before he lifted his head up to look at you. “Want another hit?”

“No, I just—” Remus flashed you a sheepish smile. “I felt bad, don’t want you to waste it.”

“You’re quite adorable, aren’t you?” you commented casually, and despite the fact this boy had just given you two of the best orgasms of your life, he still had the audacity to blush at the simple compliment.

“Thank you,” he murmured before pausing. “I think.”

“It was a compliment, Remus,” you hummed as you pushed some of his hair away from his face, eyes scanning the small details you hadn’t noticed before. The small scars you couldn’t see unless you were up close, or the freckles sprinkled along the bridge of his nose or apples of his cheeks. “More people oughta tell you how pretty you are.”

He let out a slightly nervous laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me pretty before.”

“Tragic,” you muttered before smiling at him. “I guess I gotta change that.”

His mood seemed to perk up a little. “You mean like…you’d wanna do this again?”

“You don’t?” you teased.

“No, I do!” he blurted out before clearing his throat. “I-I would love to see you again.”

“Good, because I wanna see how many other pretty ways I can make you blush, baby.”

And fuck, there were many ways a girl as pretty as you could make Remus Lupin blush.

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COZY ☆ sasuke uchiha.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. nurse sasuke misses touching you.

‍ ☆. warnings — 2.1k. pwp. fem!reader, lowercase intended, pleasure!dom, sub reader, eats through the panties, teasing, praise, overstimulation, fingering, slow missionary, soft spoken sasuke ofc, clit spanks, neediness, face grabbing/smacking, pet names [ baby/babe, princess, pretty ] ,black coded. minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated. for you, my pretty @sailewhoremoon

“hey, sweetheart.”

your tall boyfriend with messy hair emerges past the front door to greet you with a lopsided grin. he’s dressed in his usual attire; light blue scrubs while carrying a beige tote bag over his shoulder he sets down by the door after kicking his crocs off, a pile of three books clutched in his long fingers and underarms. he finds you sitting on the couch watching coraline in the darkish living room, holding a tub of ice cream in your hand and waving your spoon as you talked. only dressed in lilac panties and a vintage biker tee that’s like ten years old. feet propped on the coffee table as you enjoyed your movie on your day off.

“you’re home early. how was class?”

“interesting. i have a physiology final friday so the professor let us go early.”

nodding, your eyes drift. “whatcha got there?”

sasuke raises his brows, following the trail of your eyesight to see you looking at the books he had. “oh! i stopped by to get a few more supplies for class and found these novels i wanted us to read this weekend.”

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he ruffled his black hair and hands you the novels. you set your ice cream aside to observe. sasuke’s crouched in front of you on his knees while he gets comfortable and rests his head on your pudgy stomach. you giggle from the gesture, scanning the grunge book covers on them all.

“dark fantasy this week, huh?”

his hands smooth up and down the outside of your smooth thighs, nodding his head. “you’ve been into that lately. look what you’re watching now. your third time this month, actually.”

you nod frantically, setting the books aside. “only because—okay, listen! i’m trying to analyze all the things i missed. there’s this theory that coraline didn’t actually seal the door.”

“why’s that? didn’t she get rid of the key?”

“yes! but in the end, right. notice when the camera pans out that it shows her parents’ garden. it shows her face, the same way it did in the other side. right. also, the cat fucking disappears through the sign at the end remember? and he could only do that in the other world!”

“mhmm!” sasuke raises his brow and making a sound that he understands, listening to you, barely that is considering he’s not looking at you at all. focused on his hands massaging your thighs and getting closer to your inner thighs, kissing your knee gently.

you frown. “baby, you’re not listening.”

sasuke raises his head, blinking. “i am. finish, babe.”

“okay, so!” the excitement picks back up in your tone, rambling on more. “point is, coraline never left from the other world and she only thinks that she did because she's in a fake copy of her own world somewhere behind the door. also if you notice, every single time she goes into the tunnel, it’s gets longer, which means she’s going deeper . . . ”

“what’s that smell?” sasuke interrupts, face completely unfocused. as much as he loves to hear your rambles and theories about your favorite movie, he’s too entranced by the way your skin smells right now, hiking your shirt to your midsection and seeing the sparkly belly piercing you have, leaning closer to lay his head there.

“ ‘ke,” your frown deepens, wishing he’d pay attention. you were super excited to tell him about this but he wasn’t listening to you. silence shadows you when you notice how much darker his eyes become, sucking in a breath the harder his thumbs knead into the flesh of your inner thighs, sasuke’s hands nearly gripping underneath your knees to hike your legs onto his shoulders. absentmindedly, your body sinks lower for him to accommodate, his face inching closer to your clothed cunt rapidly dampening as he releases a raspy moan.

“what is it? it’s driving me crazy.”

“t-that rihanna perfume i got at the flee market, remember? the red one.”

“fuck,” it’s like your sixth sense kicks in and you could practically tell that his dick just twitched in his pants, his hips pressing against the edge of the couch, close to grinding against it. sasuke loses his mind with the next thing you say. it coming out like you knew exactly what he was thinking right now.

“just put your mouth on it,” it’s soft the way it comes out, perceiving. you sound as if you’ve been waiting for him to do it while also being needy for it. i missed you, is what he says in his head. and you knew that. could read it in his eyes that are low and longing for physical touch. he’s been touching all these bodies but yours, having enough of class and needing you.

an undefeated grin sinks on his face, trying to keep that act up when you knew damn well how feral he’s feeling deep within. sasuke doesn't say a word, pushing your legs further back and craning his neck to drop his thick tongue onto your covered pussy, fabric sliding along his tongue as he licks a rough, long stripe over the entirety of your cunt. a whimper escapes the two of you in sync, his mouth suctioning your hidden clit, saliva soaking your lilac panties and sucking hard. your knees jerk from the feeling, hips grinding on his face. sasuke keeps his eyes on yours, releasing his mouth with a loud, wet pop and spanking your clit three times hard. he avoids where you craved him the most, playing with the thin band, moving it aside to catch a quick lick, dragging it side to side over your folds and sloppily kissing at your inner thighs.

“ ‘ke, stop teasing and eat it,” you whine, taking your hands to hold your own legs up, biting your lip, eyes glossy.

“i didn’t hear a please. you know i don’t like that.”

you hated giving him the satisfaction of begging sometimes because he tends to take advantage of it. he knows how badly you loved getting your pussy ate, and its embarrassing really. but he couldn't blame you when he did it so good. you’d cry for it, get mad if he doesn't do it or initiate it, didn’t offer after your period ends, when you’re sad or having a bad day. he will purposely make you beg for it even if he planned on doing it all along.

you take too long, and he’s extremely impatient. sasuke slips your panties to the side and slides his two middle fingers deep into your creamy cunt, white substance coating his slim fingers, hearing it squelch as he gently curls them upward to hit that spot. he raises his brow, still waiting. your thighs shake when he smacks your outer thigh, the impact stinging. your back arches. “c’mon, girl.”

“please, please, pleaseee baby.”

“i can eat it, princess?” sasuke smirks like an asshole.

fuck you. “yessss, yes, please!”

sasuke slurps at your clit greedily, destined to make you cum so he can drink it all. your pupils shift white once they roll back, clawing at your own thighs and prolonging his name in a content moan. its really wet, the sound so loud it bounces off the wall even with the movie playing on low in the background. sasuke thrusts his fingers slowly in and out, kissing at your pussy, sucking hard on your clit and pulling it with his lips, even uses the point of his tongue to flick at the throbbing bud. you can’t speak when you cum, your boyfriend moaning into your sweet pussy the minute you tug at his silky hair and hang your mouth wide open, squealing and closing your legs around his head.

“good girl,” sasuke’s voice is deep and primal. he swallows down his gift, chin doused and lips shiny. he continues to thrust his fingers, your walls clenching tight on them as he hovers over you to stick his tongue in your mouth and kiss you. your eyes falter closed in bliss as you suck on his tongue and kiss back, rocking against his fingers. “taste that? that’s all you. ain’t it good?”

“mm hmm,” your attentive hands reach forward to tug down his scrubs, dick springing free and slapping hard onto his abdomen. sasuke’s stomach rolls inwardly from the freedom, thick vein pulsating on the right side of his cock leading up to the bubblegum pink tip, wanting more than anything to suck on it like a lollipop. the way he’s looking though? it’s not happening. maybe later in the shower. he straightens his back to lift off his top, chest bare to you now, his pretty vanilla skin gleaming from the low lighting coming from the kitchen and television.

“look at her wantin’ more,” sasuke hums, thumb circling your sensitive clit and you jolt. sasuke bends his neck to spit between your legs, saliva hitting your mound and streaming down before he gathers it with two fingers and plunges them back into you, pushing your left leg back and fucking them fairly quick into you. he has his right knee indented into the sofa, messy black hair hanging around his clenched jaw, his brother’s necklace dangling. “nng you’re so much tighter, baby.”

“ ‘ke,” again, his name is the only thing you can conjure. sasuke locks his lips with yours roughly, whimpering in his mouth with his dick jumping against your thigh. “g’na cummm!”

“lemme have it,” its sort of a struggle to pump his fingers because of how tight you grip on it, despite it, he applies more force. he’d be a fool to ruin your orgasm. he loved pulling that out of you more than anything. gasping loud, you push at his exposed chest and trap his forearm with your spasming legs, screaming out the faster he fucks you. “mmm, thank you pretty.”

his next moves are haste, picking you off the sofa just to lay you flatly on your back before situating himself between, heavy cock pulsating and slapping the head on your clit a few times before he gently eases his way into your gaping hole. so fucking slick it drives him wild. still coming down from your previous high, your eyes are lazy as you hold your arms to your chest and watch him with fascination. the pretty man hovering above you hissing the deeper he sinks into your tight pussy, groaning loudly when he’s reached his peak. he’s become immobile like you have, the two of you needing nothing else to say, just wanting to relish the pleasure. sasuke’s hips roll back before he pistons forward, hips interacting, keeping his pace slow and hard to feel it all. it’s been a while since he’s taken his time with you. always rushing sex nowadays since he’s busy with classes and you’re constantly working. he missed you so damn much it was painful sometimes.

he has both your knees pressed to your chest, the two of you looking where you met, his dick coated in your juices and moving sensually into you. your cries are music to his ears, leaning forward to whimper and moan into your mouth. he fucks you a little faster, choking up from your third orgasm already building up. it’s insane how many times he can make you cum in one session. and you knew this wasn’t going to be the last today. he’s free for the next two days, and so are you since you requested off for a mental day. what’s mental is that you’re going to get your brains fucked out by your horny boyfriend all weekend.

“fuck, cum with me, please baby,” sasuke pants, fucking you harder the closer he gets. he interlocks one of your hands together and pins it above you head while your free one strokes at your clit. pain and pleasure mixing into one. “so fuckin’ good to me, baby. love you.”

“i love you too, ‘ke,” tears well in your eyes, holding eye contact as your mouths breathe into each others, reaching your climax at the same time. wrapping your legs around his waist, you hold him close to you as a note for him not to pull out, sasuke cussing like a sailor as he cums inside, filling you with a generous amount of cum. your orgasm shocks you, balling up into his chest and grinding on his dick. sasuke heaves, roughly grabbing your face to kiss you hard, gently smacking the side of your face with a proud grin. it’s a thank you. he does it every time he cums and it’s the best reward. your lips are pouty like a goldfish since he’s squeezing your cheek, pecking your lips once more and staying inside of you as he lays his head on your chest. both of you smiling and watching the end credits of coraline while you play with his hair, chain cold on your collarbone.

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Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Afab Reader

It’s 1991 and Robin forced all of her friends to go to a concert with her for her birthday. Without listening to the band, Eddie agreed to go without knowing what was to come. Who knew being considered a ‘freak’ all his life would lead him to find a kindred soul in the grunge-rock’s princess.

Word Count: 2k

CW: 18+, MDNI!!!! GET THE BOOT!! Mentions of real people, cigarette smoking and mentions of alcohol, mentions of alcohol abuse

A/N: part three!!! WOOOOOOO so sorry if this is a bit jumpy, I genuinely didn’t know what to do with this chapter. I wanted to capture both the reader’s and Eddie’s anxiety before finally coming together! Also, my inbox is OPEN! Feel free to leave anything!!

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Eddie edit is by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

Pacing the desolate parking lot of the venue, sighs escaped the trio as Eddie took another hit from his third cigarette since the unmarked cars pulled off. Excitement and nerves filled his system.

“Jesus dude slow down before you melt through the soles of your shoes. I mean, then you’ll be on fire but not in the way you want to be.” A snicker left Nancy as Robin rambled out what was on her mind. Sticking his tongue out, the messy-haired man grumbled a curse before leaning on the side of Steve’s car. Letting out a heavy sigh, his anxiety became palpable.

If Eddie had a watch, he would be checking it every second. That’s exactly what Steve did as he checked his new Rolex and hummed happily. Waving his wrist proudly in front of Eddie’s frowning face, he cleared his throat which pulled the bored eyes of Nancy and Robin to Steve. Twirling his key ring on his index finger, the calmer of the two men headed towards the driver’s seat with a happy hum.

“Well, what are you waiting for? They’re waiting for us!” Steve exclaimed, his eyebrows knitting together as if it was common knowledge that they’d now depart for their destination. Confused looKs were shot to Steve as he fixed his hair in the rear view mirror before looking to the trio that stood there staring at him wordlessly.

“We could’ve left five minutes ago but it’s not very metal to be on time. Right, Eds?” The mocking lilt in the well-groomed man’s voice made Eddie’s eyelid twitch in semi-mock annoyance before pulling open the passenger side door for himself. With a huff, the lanky man crouched to get into the car all before adjusting the seat to accommodate his long legs.

A small whine from Robin signaled that he was too far back but truthfully he didn’t notice nor care, nerves being replaced with adrenaline once Steve pulled out of the parking lot with a screech. Nancy held on to whatever her hands could grip as she was flung against Robin, a yelp and a ‘slow down dipshit!’ left her lips. Yet before Robin and Nancy could chew out Steve for his reckless driving- Eddie not caring as he’s been known for almost flipping his van with speedy turns- the four of them pulled up to the extremely fancy hotel.

Paparazzi stood at the doors with their cameras angled at the mysterious car pulled up before groaning. “It’s not her, guys. Swear this tip was real! Came from the mansion!” A greasy sleaze ball of a man spoke with pure annoyance as Eddie helped Robin slide out of the car while Eddie passed his keys to the valet. Nancy, on the other hand, was intrigued by the number of paparazzi there, letting her curious mind get the best of her.

Approaching the only non-snot covered reporter, she straightened out her top before speaking loud enough to be able to be heard over the rest of the chattering men. “Hey! Are you here for Fuel the Rage?”

“Nah, we already caught them comin’ in. That singer is a piece of work y’know? Told Al over there to eat shit when he tried to grab her skirt.” Another reporter shouted which caused Nancy and the reporter she had initially asked to shoot glares at him. Eddie, one the other hand was furious that someone would ever lay hands on you. His heavy, angered exhale wasn’t ignored as Robin placed her hand on his back in a way to comfort him.

“Nance, c’mon. They’re waiting for us.” called Steve over his shoulder as he met eyes with the head of security for your band. Following with confusion as to who they would still be waiting for, none of them had time to ponder before quickly being escorted into a large elevator that led to the top floor. They looked out of place, well, at least Robin,Nancy, and Eddie did. They had never been ones to experience fancy hotels with mirrored walls on their elevators that looked over the entire city of Indianapolis.

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Nervous? How could you be nervous?! Your band had preformed in Madison Square Garden for the MTV Unplugged session you did. Hell, that’s where you met and befriended your idols whom were now your closest friends and mentors. Yet somehow, a lanky man with curled brown hair and eyes like chocolate pools made your heart scream and your palms unnecessarily clammy. God, did you feel absolutely stupid, like a little girl about to see her crush on the field for the first time.

As you paced the room, your friend spoke from her lounged position in the plush chair while holding up the perfect little black dress.

“C’mon, sweets. What’s going on in your head right now?” Her sweet voice filled with genuine concern as you carefully take the dress from her.

“Nothin, P. Just… GOD!” You give an exasperated sigh as you sprawl out on the plush bed you claimed as the band made their way to the multi-story penthouse.

“Ohhhh. Cute boy, got it. I remember seeing you this way when you had a date with David Grohl. Such a shame that didn’t work out. Would’ve been a good couple.”

Twirling a piece of perfectly toned blonde hair around her manicured finger, your platonic partner in crime got up from her chair before helping you sit up on the bed. “Put this shit on and rock this guys world, sweet cheeks! You can make his night and his life so much better!” Her positive words pulled you from the meddling thoughts that were trying to lure you back in like a siren.

Snatching up the dress that you genuinely adored but never wore, you stripped from the pajamas that you had pulled on temporarily whilst you did your eye makeup and hair. Stepping into the little black dress, you zipped the side up all the while your friend was fixing your chest to make sure they popped more.

“There!” She chanted, happiness making hr face glow. Stopping you from judging yourself in the mirror, the ding of the elevator and the collective sounds of astonishment signaled that your guests were here.

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“Harrington, this is better than the summer house you took me to as a graduation gift.” Robin murmured as she looked around. The prestige white walls were decorated with gold accents that caught the light of the crystal chandelier.

A full on crystal chandelier.

The balcony of the second floor overlooked the open floor plan of the first level. A large sectional with plush blankets paired with maroon pillows that were thrown randomly on the floor by a few groupies that Ryder had invited up.

“Oh hey!” Leaning over the gold railing directly across from the door of your room, your friend’s smile caught the eye of Steve instantly. Though, all of their jaws were slack as they drank in the model who greeted them with unfiltered joy.

“Is that fucking Pamela Andersen?” Nancy mumbled, Eddie and Robin nodding slowly in tandem before snapping back to reality.

“Alright, little fly traps, stop your gawking.” Your voice was sweet, but not the sickly kind like you were being condescending. No, rather like you were being yourself. A type of genuine that even the interviews never captured.

The sultry tone you usually had on stage disregarded as you and Pamela made your way down the stairs to join the group. With a squeeze of your hand, you looked over to silently thank Pamela for her support only to see the lovestruck shine in her eyes that you found endearing. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” You whispered in the shared space before standing in front of the four friends.

“So, I obviously don’t drink anymore but feel free to help yourselves. Thalia makes great drinks but be wary, she’s a VERY heavy pourer.” With a wink to Robin, you turned to Eddie with a timid smile, one unlike the ones you gave him from the stage or on your way to your cars. This one wasn’t filled with your act of confidence and an ‘I-couldn’t-give-less-of-a-fuck’ attitude.

“Hey.” His breath was taken away by the sight of you up close, so close that he could pull you in for a hug.

That was the thing; behind your spritely bounce and bright smile, Eddie could easily see the exhaustion behind your eyes. One he knew from working every night at the warehouse with Wayne just to afford moving out.

“Hey.” You simply respond, a shy smile played on your lips as your face flushed a pretty pink color. Being able to see Eddie up so close in clear light made your heart stutter. The freckles that lightly dotted his nose and cheeks, the soft flecks of gold in his doe eyes, and the way he nervously tongued his vertical labret piercing. He was glorious within the dim lights of the venue and he was drop-dead gorgeous now that you could properly drink him in.

Clearing your throat, you tried to hide the fact you were gently drinking in all of him. “So, you want a drink?” You offered a smile that held a small semblance of the confidence you usually possessed. Everyone had grouped off and moved to splay on the sectional or perch at the bar while keeping up conversations fluently.

Guiding Eddie to the bar, you quickly grab yourself soda water and grenadine to satiate the want for alcohol while the man of your dreams stares back at you with a dopey smile. “Um.” Clearing his throat, he realized he had gotten caught in his day dream.

His eyes traced your figure in the hip hugging black dress, your shoes discarded as you toed around in black socks that had frill trim. How could someone look so enticing and delectable yet so adorable at the same time? He had no clue but he didn’t care at all.

“Just a coke, I don’t want to drink ‘cus I know I’ll get carried away.” He confessed, his voice like a warm smoke. Handing him a can from the ice bucket on the far end of the bar, you offered a warm smile before heading to the outside balcony. Away from the noise and away from the others. The breeze of late winter, early spring brought a chill to your skin as you sparked a cigarette.

Before another shiver could roll off your body, Eddie had quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders. “Can’t have you gettin’ sick, sweetheart.” He crooned, onyx and scarlet painted skin now exposed as he joined you outside. With a deep breath, his frizzy hair blew out of his face in tandem with the wind as you both took in the busy streets below.

“Y’know. I’ve never been a groupie before.” The smirk could be heard in his voice as he raised a brow when he reached for the cigarette that rested between your fingers.

“Oh yeah?” Passing him the nicotine stick, you connected your gaze with his, “Well how does it feel to be the first groupie that I’ve invited up. Ever” The emphasis on the last word as you tugged on the worn sleeves of the leather jacket. Musk and motor oil paired with worn in cigarette smoke and cologne that held a light jasmine undertone filled your head. It was distinctly him. Practically a stranger yet it felt like you knew everything about him as you wrapped the material closer to your body.

Disguising it as a shiver, you were too shy to admit that it was actually because you wanted more of his scent to make you dizzy.

“So we’re each other’s firsts?” Perking a brow as smoke danced from his perfectly plump lips, an airy laugh left you both.

“Yeah, promise you’ll be gentle with me? Can’t break me Mister Metalhead.” Plucking the cigarette from his lips as he was mid drag, you giggled as he sputtered. Taking a drag for yourself, you found yourself sinking into one of the many lounge chairs.

“So Eddie,” your eyes held a new kind of flame. Timid, quiet, a polar opposite to your published image of the rebel child. The princess, or brat depending on who you talk to, of the grunge scene.

“What’s your opinion on the new Nirvana album?”

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Skullflower "IIIrd Gatekeeper" reissue

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Skullflower's third album, initially released on Justin Broadrick's hEADdIRT label in 1992, gets an expanded reissue.

Dirter Promotions is proud to present an exclusive double vinyl reissue of Skullflower’s epochal “IIRD GATEKEEPER” album – the first time that this record has been available on vinyl for 30 years. In addition to the original LP this definitive and expanded edition includes extra and unreleased tracks taken from the recording sessions. For the first time all the tracks recorded by the band during this period can be heard together giving fans unprecedented access to material previously only available in the bands’ archives. Recorded in London in 1991, and released in 1992 on Justin “Godflesh” Broadrick’s HeadDirt label in 1992, IIRD GATEKEEPER established a worldwide reputation and following for Skullflower and convinced many who heard it that they had encountered nothing less than the best band on the planet. Arriving at the height of the “grunge” and the expansion of underground guitar “rock” into corporate America, IIRD GATEKEEPER had its roots deep in the UK noise and power-electronics scene. Guitarist Matthew Bower and bassist Anthony Di Franco were both graduates of the Broken Flag school of British noise making with their respective projects PURE, TOTAL and JFK. IIRD GATEKEEPER was Skullflower’s third album, and was the first of the bands albums to feature a consistent line-up throughout its production: Matthew Bower (guitar), Anthony Di Franco on (bass) and Stuart Dennison (drums). Recorded and mixed in four sessions between January and June 1991the tracks on this edition of IIRD GATEKEEPER shows the band’s new line up developing their sound, warping and evolving in real time. As such this edition of IIRD GATEKEEPER provides a unique document of the band in a state of transition, with the chemistry of the individual playing combusting in the studio to create a wave of astonishing creativity. IIRD GATEKEEPER is perhaps the definitive British underground rock album of the 1990’s – unique and never equalled. With this new edition Dirter Promotions allows Skullflower fans old and new to listen to this classic album as it was intended: spark up, crank it up and prepare to have your ears and mind blown…

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𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗕𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 || 𝗠𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 + 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ( ρƚ.1 )

After what happened to Will and your family, in all honesty, you haven’t surrounded yourself with many friendship (e.g. Robin, Keith and your brother Jonathan).

Among the Byers you are the most ’direct’: you do not like to be the center of attention, nor do you like to conform to the crowd, but if someone allows himself to do some injustice or exposes an opinion that is wrong or stupid in your opinion, you have no problem with get in the way and get the words out of your mouth.

That’s how you got yourself a bad reputation in highschool, they certainly didn’t give you nicknames like Zombie-boy for your little brother, but surely your peers always looked at you as the freak.

You and Eddie met in O'Donel’s classroom. Certainly the first few times you never spoke to each other, but Eddie had noticed a girl with a solitary and a little grunge aura hidden among the last desks, intent on writing notes in her notebook (which he should have done too) and on the other hand, you had noticed that boy with the rebellious hair who did everything he could not to concentrate.

(( Professor O'Donel once caught him writing the lyrics for a new song instead of paying attention to her words and that was the beginning of a long series of episodes where Eddie Munson was put in detention.))

But fear not, Eddie would take care to get you into his troubles in O'Donnel’s class time. Once, while you were writing your notes, someone started throwing balls of paper at your head, making you continuously distract as well as annoy you.

A paper ball hit you on the temple, and frowning, you raised your eyes in search of the culprit. Eddie Munson’s eyes watched you satisfied from his desk, with his usual eat-shit grin on his face. You had no idea what that boy wanted from you, but you didn’t care as you looked back down at the pages of your notebook, hoping that ignoring him would stop bothering you. It wasn’t like that.

A second and a third ball hit you in the face, letting out a nervous sigh.

“What?” you whispered angrily, and this only pleased the boy more, who waved his hand full of rings in a gesture of greeting. Ok, what the hell? Was he provoking you? “Stop it” you whispered shaking your head, trying not to get into trouble.

Unfortunately, other paper balls came upon you until, finally, you lost your patience and, noticing a ball of paper in your hands, you threw it at Eddie with all your strength and anger, but hit Professor O'Donnel in the head.

For a moment everyone present almost stopped moving or breathing, until the teacher turned on a rampage, throwing a poisonous look at Eddie (who was biting both lips so as not to burst out laughing in front of everyone) and you, who carried you both your hands over your mouth, incredulous of what had just happened.

Needless to say, the teacher forced you to help Eddie catch up on bad grades in her subject as a punishment, since according to her you two ’got along with love and well’.

The situation did not seem to upset Eddie in the least, indeed, it seemed that this was the purpose of his plan. So expect him to follow you to your locker after class, wondering if you would be studying at his home or at your home.

Because you would have studied, right? Haha, really funny. Obviously not.

Whether you went to the Byers-house or the Munson-house, Eddie would do anything to get to know you more and to distract you from homework. Yeah that’s right, he needed a goddamn D to get that graduation shred, but frankly right now your persona had drawn his weird curiosity.

Don’t ask me why but I think Eddie could do some basic magic tricks, like popping a cigarette behind your ear and then asking you to smoke it with him.

Eddie walked over to a pile of vinyl records that you had on the nightstand next to your bed and after taking them and carefully studying the covers with his eyes, an incredulous expression mixed with an amused laugh formed on his face.

“Eddie, I can’t believe it, you’re not even listening to me! This is the fifth time I’ve tried to explain this to you!” you scolded him, closing the book with a loud thud. The boy completely ignored your indignant pout.

“Well, well, well, who would have thought that tough and dark Byers has the entire ABBA vinyl collection?” He accented the word ‘ABBA’ emphatically, before bursting out laughing. You jumped out of your bed, reaching for the boy’s tall figure, in an attempt to snatch your beloved vinyls from him, but Eddie was quicker and started running around the room, climbing over your bed sometimes, or jumping up on the mattress to reach the other side, when you almost managed to trap him with his back against the wall.

“Ok, so what? Is there any problem if I listen to ABBA, Munson?” you asked as your face went red, but he didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or anger, maybe both.

“Oh no no” he chuckled “You just gave me the idea of someone listening to Guns n ‘Roses, Kiss or Twisted sister…and instead you’re a hopeless romantic” he concluded letting you take the vinyls and hold them to your chest.

“Ok, fuck off. I don’t have to explain to you why I like ABBA” you said as you carefully put them back in their place.

“But maybe you can make me appreciate them” Eddie proposed lying on your bed, after having thrown himself dead weight and letting his legs think “What’s your favorite song, Byers?” he asked you giving you a curious look, smiling amused.

Get your soul in peace sis, sooner or later you will give up and find yourself talking to Eddie about the most absurd things.

If you’ve never smoked weed I think Eddie would explain that it would be a ‘mystical experience’ to try at least once in a lifetime; he surely would teach you how to roll a joint. But if you refused he didn’t mind, really. If it’s not a joint that you will share it will be: a cigarette, a beer or a pizza, or whatever else you want, sweetheart.

This is how your friendship was born, between one pseudo-study session and teasing eachother, you get to know you little by little.

Obviously you wouldn’t tell Eddie the hard-hitting truth about what happened to Will, but something tells me that in his way he would be very empathetic towards your brother and your family. In the end, he too is categorized as a freak for no reason, so he surely knows what it can feel like psychologically.

+ Joyce would love your new friend. I don’t think she would appreciate him smoking weed (but until she finds out, it won’t harm anyone, right?) but I think he’d always be welcome in your house! I bet Joyce would invite Eddie to stay for dinner, in case your study-session goes on into the evening.

Eddie would love to listen with Will some of his favorite rock songs, and I think your little brother would appreciate this unusual new character in their daily life.

Expect Eddie to get into the habit of knocking on your window and scaring you to death the first few times. He probably does it during the boring weekend afternoons or nights.

At first Eddie got some pillow in the face or a slipper/shoe (on the days when you were angrier) but in the end you got into the habit of always leaving a crack in the window open and Eddie, on the other hand, before entering would make some signal to warn you (like a knock-knock combination) so you don’t get caught at some awkward moment. Eddie may be a little shit but he’s still a gentleman.

I don’t think Eddie would initially invite you to his band gigs, but that changes when one day he doesn’t find you in your room, but oops he finds little Will scribbling something in his sketchbook.

Obviously Will has promised to keep his mouth shut about a boy sneaking into his sister’s room and when Eddie asks what happened to you, the boy replies that you started working at the vinyl store, to help your mom to pay the bills.

Oh. This is getting interesting, Eddie thought. And without realizing it he found himself in front of the entrance to the store, observing you intent on putting in order the various genres of vinyls and giving advice to customers.

You were trying to rearrange some Queen vinyls in order of release when suddenly a familiar voice made you look up.

“Hey sweetheart, is it possible to get a discount on Black Sabbath’s Heaven and Hell?” Eddie’s grinning face appeared before you. You raised an eyebrow and then hinted at a small smile; his heart raced every time he managed to snatch even a small smile, they were very rare to see.

“For you Munson, I make him pay double, exclusive offer” to your sarcastic reply Eddie theatrically placed a hand on his heart as he chased you.

“Oh c’mon, I’m a huge fan and I think I’m the only one in Hawkins who understands Metal music” his haunting anon seemed to involve you as you holed up behind the counter.

“Sure…”

“Hey sweetheart, the undersigned here has a band. It must mean something” he placing both hands on the counter.

“That doesn’t mean anything, you can even have a band, but maybe you make shitty music” Ouch, this burned Eddie’s pride, who after tilting his face to one side and raising both eyebrows said:

“Fine” his hands joined in a loud clap “Tuesday night. Take your ass to The Hide Out” was not a proposal it was a specific order.

“So what are you going to do? Is it the right time for you to kill me and throw my body in the middle of a brush?” you asked with an amused grin, Eddie reciprocated, then ran his tongue over his lower lip, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe later” he pretended to think about it “But first you’ll find out if I really do shitty mussic, but if this isn’t the case, you can sell this vinyl to me at a discount” he said while you grabbed the object hiding it behind the counter, so that it didn’t fall into the hands of another customer. “Challenge accepted” you shook hands in a firm squeeze.

That night you showed up at the pub, there weren’t many people, so Eddie spotted you immediately as soon as you sat on the stool overlooking the bar and MAN, you were a stunning dressed in that outfit, sitting and sipping your beer. That little gig went great as far as the boy was concerned, you smiled faintly and applauded every song and that was enough.

“This last song is for someone special. She likes ABBA so I wanted to rearrange her favorite song my way” Eddie said giving you a wink and for a moment your stomach jumped in excitement…Oh my, was he going to get serious?!

Eddie played that cover in a divine way with his band and all you could was to be ecstatic and open-mouthed.

The small gig ended and you decided to go outside for some fresh air, you knew Eddie would be joining you shortly.

The air outside was cold as you tried to light the cigarette you held between your lips. The sound of footsteps made you turn to your right, noticing Eddie’s figure emerging from the Hide Out. His hands were both in his jeans pockets, his smug gaze searching for yours. For a moment your eyes met for a few seconds and only after clearing his throat did Munson say:

“Do you have a cigarette for the star too?” you shook your head.

“Only this one” you replied raising the hand that held it tightly between his fingers.

“Then you don’t mind sharing a puff with a poor misunderstood artist” he said, lowering his face to your hand, not waiting for your answer to be able to wrap his lips around the end of the cigarette and make a generous puff.

“Hey hey! Damn, you’re greedy even when it comes to smoking” you commented bringing the remainder of the cigarette back to your mouth, ignoring the taste of Eddie’s lips on it. He, on the other hand, smiled amused, leaning his back against the brick wall, imitating your position.

“So? I still play shit music, sweetheart?” he asked turning his gaze on you, with a satisfied smirk, he already knew he had won the bet.

“You played dirty” you rolled your eyes and shaking your head “You sang my favorite song!” I nudged him lightly in the chest, Eddie laughed smugly, then quickly grabbed your wrist.

“Hey slow down, I don’t think you’ve ever given any rules” and with the slightest bit of force he drew you to his body catching you off guard “I won” he said, punctuating the words well and taking off the cigarette, stealing the last puff, he blew the smoke on your face, letting out a laugh to see your grimace contracted for the gesture.

Something in Eddie cracked, which made his chest swell with air and hold his breath, his eyes fell on your soft lips and without waiting any longer he sent to fuck off every insecurity, before pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss that made the world around you freeze.

When you took your eyes off for a moment they met Eddie’s, and the poor idiot thought you were going to punch him like you did long ago with that basketball club dude who bothered you. There was fire in your eyes, in his excitement mixed with the absolute terror of having sent a friendship to hell.

But when you stood on tiptoe and put your hands on his chest to reach his mouth again for a second kiss, Eddie almost let out a little groan from the rush of excitement that swept through his spine.

His hands went to your bare hips, under your tartan shirt, the cold of his rings and his iron grip created a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Fuck, who would’ve thought you’d find yourself kissing and almost melting your body with Eddie Munson in the back of a cheap pub on a cold, dark Hawkins night. Your breaths mixed and collided warm on the skin of your faces as you pulled away to catch your breath.

“Fuck…” Eddie murmured swallowing, and then reached for his van keys in his jeans pocket with one hand “Get on that van Byers, don’t make me repeat it twice”

And in a few minutes the roar of the engine could be heard echoing in the half-empty parking lot of the Hide Out. A van had taken off at full speed who knows where.

#heket works #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #headcanon #moodboard #stranger things

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Today's compilation:

Reloaded 3 2001 Alternative Rock / Indie Rock / Pop-Rock / Britpop / Post-Grunge / Nu Metal

Back in the early 2000s, the compilation arm of Universal Music put out a brief series of double-discs in the UK called Reloaded that ended up serving as something of a contemporaneous snapshot of the country's wide alternative rock landscape, spanning from soft and folky, indie-type stuff, to the most banal of radio rock, to the leading rock sound du jour at the time that was nu metal. And for an American listener like me, this series' third installment here, from '01, mostly makes for a great and clashing mix of bad and dumb nostalgic fun with some genuinely good turn-of-the-millennium rock fare that I'm not nearly as familiar with.

But although this comp is heavily dominated by rock music, the tracks that close out each disc are actually electronic, and I think they happen to be the two best songs of this whole set. Maybe you don't know Finnish band Pepe Deluxé's nifty vocal breakbeat tune, "Before You Leave," by name, but perhaps you remember it from this big and strange 2001 Levi's ad? 🤔

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And the other swell non-rock tune is UK duo I Monster's retro-futuristic trip hop classic, "Daydream in Blue," which was then later sampled by Lupe Fiasco for his own "Daydreamin'." But as you could probably tell, I Monster themselves sampled from another song to create their own too, which was a cover of Belgian band Wallace Collection's "Daydream," that was done in 1960 by a German group called Günter Kallmann Chor.

Now, for the cream of the crop when it comes to the actual rock music on here, there's Cali indie band Grandaddy, who also happen to provide the theme music for one of my favorite podcasts too, Citations Needed, which isn't a music-related show, but you should definitely listen to anyway 😁. On "Hewlett's Daughter," the group provides a soft and light, floaty indie groove, with frontman Jason Lytle playing keyboards while also delivering some Neil Young-type vocals.

And another rock song I really love on here is one that feels way more formulated for an alt-rock radio type of format, but in that regard, it excels exceptionally well as an unrelentingly smooth and upbeat tune: "Catch the Sun," by UK indie band Doves. This one doesn't appear to have charted in any capacity Stateside, but it probably would have if it had been given a real chance to. And it was featured in Project Gotham Racing too, which is a videogame that I happened to play a lot of when this song was around, so maybe that's partially why I enjoy it as much as I do 🤔.

And for the fun and dumb nostalgia, we have a whole litany of stuff: Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'," Papa Roach's "Last Resort," Matchbox Twenty's "If You're Gone," Wheatus' "Teenage Dirtbag," Bloodhound Gang's "The Bad Touch"—whose new wave intro I've always really loved—and Creed's "With Arms Wide Open," which sees Scott Stapp singing the word 'man' like no one had probably ever heard before ('mahhn') and then singing the word 'demand,' which partially rhymes with 'man,' in a completely different way, but also pretty much exactly like you would've expected him to sing it anyway ('demayhnd')?

So, I pretty much love this thing. Quality rock music, a couple terrific alt-electronic tunes that have aged really well, and then a bunch of songs that will take you right back to the silliness that represented so much mainstream rock music in 2001.

Highlights:

CD1:

Limp Bizkit - "Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" Papa Roach - "Last Resort" Muse - "New Born" Queens of the Stone Age - "The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret" Wheatus - "Teenage Dirtbag" Feeder - "Seven Days in the Sun" JJ72 - "Algeria" Placebo - "Taste in Men" Ocean Colour Scene - "Up On the Down Side" Grandaddy - "Hewlett's Daughter" Elbow - "Red" PJ Harvey - "A Place Called Home" My Vitriol - "Grounded" Bloodhound Gang - "The Bad Touch" Pepe Deluxé - "Before You Leave"

CD2:

Stereophonics - "Have a Nice Day" Doves - "Catch the Sun" Creed - "With Arms Wide Open" Turin Brakes - "Underdog (Save Me)" Lowgold - "Counterfeit" Thirteen:13 - "Truth Hurts" Matchbox Twenty - "If You're Gone" I Monster - "Daydream in Blue"

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Welcome to March Madness of American Rock Bands

This March, we will determine the greatest American rock bands of all times through Tumblr polls! Over the course of the month, you will get to choose among 256 bands to decide which one is best!

So how do bands qualify?

AMERICAN

All of the bands in this competition are from the 50 United States and the District of Columbia. I actually tried (and failed) to have a band representing each state, but I believe that the country overall is well-represented.

ROCK

I've allowed the broadest definition of the term "rock" to include bands that have recorded popular music in the US from the 1950s to today. Genres and subgenres represented will include acid rock, alternative rock, art rock, blues rock, country rock, dance music, electronic music, folk rock, funk, glam rock, grunge, heavy metal, industrial, new wave, pop, power pop, punk, reggae, r&b, rock and roll, rockabilly, ska, soft rock, soul, surf music, yacht rock, and more!

BAND

Every contestant must have two or more permanent members and a band name to qualify as a band. Some of the bands may have an individual who is more recognized (such as Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band) but are included because the band is recognized by name. While no artists truly works alone, any artist (such as Billy Joel) who recorded only under an individual's name are not included, even if they had a regular band that they toured and recorded with.

SELECTION PROCESS

As noted above, I tried to find the most famous bands from each state. I also included every American band inducted or nominated for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Most bands that had a number one song on the Billboard Hot 100 were also included. I also included some of my personal favorites, but nothing too obscure, I hope.

SCHEDULE

The bands have been grouped together into four regions: CENTRAL, NORTHEAST, SOUTH, and WEST. Because California and New York/New Jersey have so many bands, you'll find a few of them competing outside of their logical region. Just consider them on tour.

March 1-8: REGIONAL QUALIFIERS

The bands will compete in groups of four with the top two vote recipients advancing to the next round. There will be 8 polls per day for a total of 64 in this round.

March 10-13: REGIONAL FINALS

The bands will compete in groups of four with the top two vote recipients advancing to the next round. There will be 8 polls per day for a total of 32 in this round.

The top 64 bands will advance to the National competition which is head to head knockout polls.

March 15-18: NATIONALS ROUND ONE (64 contestants)

March 19-20: NATIONALS ROUND TWO (32 contestants)

March 22-23: SWEET SIXTEEN

March 24-25: ELITE EIGHT

March 27-28: FINAL FOUR

March 30: THIRD PLACE

March 31: CHAMPIONSHIP

#rock #rock and roll #rock bands #american rock bands #greatest rock bands #tumblr polls #march madness

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rawmilkenthusiast · 1 month

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junkyardromeo · 1 year

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neon angels lore post

neon angels was a hard rock band formed in hollywood, california in 1987 by vocalist lani sparks, guitarist ryan roxxi, bassist alistair steele, and drummer tripp jaxx. one of the many bands that cropped up in glam metal’s third and final wave, they never made much impact besides a fairly large local following.

lani sparks and ryan roxxi spearheaded the operation; the pair met in a bar in nashville (roxxi’s hometown) and soon decided to try their luck in hollywood. sparks hailed from a small town in south carolina. once in hollywood, the pair met tripp jaxx at ralph’s grocery while purchasing liquor. jaxx was from austin, texas, and the three found that they had much in common. sparks and roxxi, living on the street, moved in with jaxx the next day. they began plotting the band soon after. jaxx was friendly with a bassist called alistair steele, and introduced him to sparks and roxxi over pizza at the rainbow bar and grill. steele had his roots in savannah, georgia, and sparks felt that he was meant to play with them. steele brought the moniker “neon angels” to the table and the band blossomed from there.

throughout the late 80s and early 90s, the band played hard and partied harder on the sunset strip. they played clubs such as the cathouse, the roxy theater, the coconut teazer, chuck landis’ country club, and many other small venues in and around the los angeles area. however, by the time the band had recorded their 5-track demo (fittingly titled “desperation”), the glam metal scene was on its leather clad knees, submitting to the new gods: grunge. despite their efforts and their unwavering dedication and faith, neon angels never secured a recording contract and were doomed to fade into obscurity like many of their peers. they disbanded in 1993. shortly after, jaxx moved back to texas and enrolled in the business program at texas christian university; steele, heavily addicted to heroin, went insane and has not been seen or heard from since 1993. roxxi was also using at the time, but was largely functioning and remained in hollywood with sparks. rumors have circulated that the two were romantically involved. in mid 1994, roxxi was arrested for drug possession, and three days later, sparks was found dead in his apartment. alcohol poisoning was ruled the cause of death. roxxi was released after three months and vowed to stay clean, but upon learning of sparks’ death, returned to his old habits. he overdosed on heroin in 1996 and was announced dead on arrival at cedars-sinai hospital in los angeles. sparks and roxxi are buried side by side on the outskirts of hollywood.

#hiiiiii everyone i am So mentally ill about this!#i am also so happy to answer any and all questions about them. i love writing my horrid little stories #this band is my baby though. please.#neon angels #ocs #james writes

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thebowerypresents · 5 months

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Dogstar’s North American Tour Rolls into Brooklyn

Dogstar – Music Hall of Williamsburg – December 11, 2023

The ’90s revival over the past few years has hit a wave of nostalgia for the fashion and Gen X sensibilities of yesteryear: My So-Called Life, Reality Bites, grunge aesthetics. Actors turned rock stars certainly isn’t a new concept, but its heyday was in the ’90s, from Jared Leto’s 30 Seconds to Mars to Jack Black’s Teniacious D to Johnny Depp’s short-lived band P. That brings us to the three-piece Dogstar, drummer Robert Mailhouse, guitarist Bret Domrose and bassist Keanu Reeves.

After putting out a pair of albums more than two decades ago, the trio stopped touring due to other work commitments, but they’d still find time for the occasional jam when time allowed. And then 2020 provided plenty of time to rehearse and eventually work on what became the band’s third album, Somewhere Between the Power Lines and Palm Trees, released this past October. Finishing up a string of dates to support the new LP, Dogstar graced a sold-out Music Hall of Williamsburg on Monday night.

They opened with the shimmery “Blonde” and phones were immediately held aloft to capture the famed actor in his other role as bassist. Singer Domrose did almost all of the (brief) chatting, which consisted of a nod to the hospitality and food they’d enjoyed in Brooklyn and a quick band roll call. Reeves let his instrument do the talking, especially on the intro basslines for “How the Story Ends” and “Overhang.”

While some shouted, “We love John Wick,” Reeves didn’t let it distract him from focusing on the music, barely acknowledging the catcalls. Although largely pulling from their latest record, they played an old favorite, “Flowers,” and encored with “Halo,” from 2000’s Happy Ending. While Dogstar can still reclaim the glory of their youth, the new, unreleased songs, “This Is What Math Is For” and “Lava Lamp,” signaled to fans that they have more material to keep them from another extended hiatus. —Sharlene Chiu | @Shar0ck

(Dogstar play Underground Arts in Philly on Thursday.)

(Dogstar play The NorVa in Norfolk, Va., on Saturday.)

Photos courtesy of Adela Loconte | www.adelaloconte.com

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Let me tell you something. I feel it is important for your life education to know about Detachable Penis, if you do not already.

The first thing you need to understand about the 90′s is that this song played on the radio. Even out in Bumfuck Nowhere where I grew up. If you had an alternative or college station in range you would have heard it frequently. For a while in the 90s, an oddball spoken word stoner track by an avante-guard rock band with a poet frontman could get regular airplay just because it was funny and it made you sing “detachable penis” to yourself the entire rest of the day.

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, Or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it.

Our hero spends the rest of the song looking for his missing penis while sounding only mildly put out about it, and the listener is inspired to think about the pros and cons of having a detachable penis. (Which leads inevitably to other thoughts, such as, of course, detachable titties. Someone make the sequel please.) These were highly unusual ponderings for a genre still very much concerned with hyper-masculinity and misogyny. Gender introspection in my radio hit? It’s more likely than you think! (Not much, but still.)

In the late 80s-early 90s, before Nirvana exploded and grunge became marketable, rock radio was flailing around for a direction. Hair bands were dying out and nothing was replacing them. In this window of time the College Radio format had its time to shine - a smorgasboard of bits and pieces of things that sound cool fished out of the Our Band Could Be Your Life mileau of independent label groups. Everyone figured one of these oddities would blow up into the Next Big Thing, and everyone wanted to find it first. So at this time you got some genuinely strange stuff into the mainstream, with pretty risky endeavors given major label record deals and even videos onto MTV.

King Missile, meanwhile, was on their Fifth album and Second lineup by the time this song hit the airwaves, and it both made and broke the band -- a wave of fans jumped aboard that wanted to hear Detachable Penis and absolutely nothing else. Things got weird for everyone and the lead singer ended up quitting music and going to law school for awhile for much of the rest of the decade, before showing up again with the Third, and then Fourth, incarnation of King Missile, no longer remotely interested in radio airplay, sales, or major labels. In that they have the same trajectory of a lot of bands of this time, like Butthole Surfers, that made one big hit on a major label that proved to be an aberration in a long career of weird music. In nearly all these cases the band itself quickly faded from memory, but the song lingers on, and if you play Detachable Penis for a Generation Xer of any stripe they will quickly perk up and start nodding their head.

Anyway here’s one more track from King Missile circa 1987, well before Detachable Penis - it has a much more haphazard backing track, and is a little less friendly to your ears, but is overall some good funny commie stick it to the man stuff. It’s called Take Stuff From Work.

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#Liberating Posts from My Drafts Folder Day #music posts

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full-of-roman-angst-trash · 2 years

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What is Home? Chapter 5

Masterpost Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6

TW: None

Age(s): Emile (15), Logan (16), Remy (17), Patton (18)

As the sun rose the next day, the twins were up and getting ready for their first day of work. They decide to skip breakfast, something they do quite often, and head straight to the store. Once they get there they get out of the car and start walking to the door.

“I wonder what our coworkers will be like,” Roman says in a slightly excited tone. “I hope they’ll be nice!”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. If any of them are rude to you though, I won’t let them get away with it,” Remus reassures his twin.

The shorter sibling smiles brightly, “Thanks! The same goes for you!”

The older twin nods and opens the front door of the store for both of them. They walk inside and walk to the cash registers. As they get there, the two of them see three other employees standing there. They recognize Virgil as one of them.

“Excuse me?” Remus calls out to them once they're in front of the cash registers.

“Oh, you guys are here,” Virgil smiles and turns to his coworkers. “These are the new employees, Theseus and Perseus.”

Virgil points at them as he introduces them, the twins each giving a small wave in return.

A tall boy with pale skin, pastel blue hair, and round glasses smiles brightly and waves back, “How fun, it’s been a while since we’ve had new people! It’s nice to meet you both! My name is Patton!”

“Well, as Virgil said my name is Perseus and this is my younger twin Theseus.”

Roman smiles, “Hi. It’s lovely to meet you. Oh, and I go by they/them pronouns.”

Patton nods, “Cool! I’ll make sure to remember that. I go by he/him,” He then gestures to the third employee. “Anyway I’ll let Logan introduce himself.”

“I’m Logan, like Patton said. I go by he/him and they/them pronouns,” Logan—who has black hair, dark brown eyes behind square-shaped glasses, and who appears to be the same height as Patton—steps forward as they introduce themselves.

“Nice to meet you,” Remus responds with an amused smile on his face, intrigued by the way the slightly shorter teen presented themselves.

Logan’s body language was uptight and cold, slightly intimidating even. Yet, their outfit reflected a more creative and free spirited personality. They’re wearing a white shirt with a sun, similar to the one on a tarot card, in the middle, a light orange-brown jacket, and black sun and moon pants. He also has an astrology necklace and a moon earring. Their clothes indicating that the teen is into the spacecore aesthetic.

Patton’s outfit on the other hand can be described as a classic example of light academia. He’s wearing a beige blouse with a brown sweater vest underneath and high waisted brown plaid pants. To top off his outfit he’s wearing a brown belt, silver earrings, and some gold rings.

Both of their styles were vastly different to that of Virgil’s alternative, modern grunge and punk style. Virgil was currently wearing black and purple split colored pants. His oversized My Chemical Romance shirt tucked into his pants as well as his black long sleeve shirt underneath. He also has a spiked choker and chain necklace on. It was interesting to twins to see such different styles of clothing in one place and they loved it.

“Our other coworkers are in the back, in the storage room, if you want to meet them,” Virgil informs them.

The twins nod and they walk to said room. When they get inside they see yet another familiar face as well as one unfamiliar face.

“Jan?” Remus calls out to his friend, “You work here?”

The other turns at hearing her name. She was currently wearing a long sleeved black lace dress with a high low skirt. She’s also wearing a corset, pentagram necklace, and fishnet leggings. Her makeup is mostly black with exaggerated eyeliner and eyeshadow.

She smiles and walks over to them, “Yeah, I’m glad to see you two again. Are you guys the new employees?”

Roman blushes slightly and avoids looking at Janus as they nod, “Yup, we are. Also, I like your outfit. You look nice.”

Remus can’t help but smile softly. He knows his twin like the back of his hand, so it’s easy for him to notice that Roman has a crush on Janus. This was actually a realization he made back when they lived with the goth, but he won’t say anything. He wants Roman to come to terms with their emotions on their own, afterall he wants his sibling to experience actual love.

“Thanks, you look nice too,” Janus responds with a smile, making Roman blush more.

Suddenly, the other teen that was in the room with them walks over, “Hey, sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but overhear that you two work here now?”

The twins look over at the stranger. The teen is tall, taller than Logan yet shorter than Remus. Their tan skin nicely compliments his short dark brown hair. Their eyes are hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to see their eye color. They’re wearing a coffee brown skirt with a matching cropped sweater vest. Under the vest they have a black long sleeved blouse. For accessories they have a brown beret and a black pendant necklace. They’re outfit seeming like a darker version of Patton’s.

Roman smiles and nods, “Yeah! My name is Theseus and this is my older twin Perseus. What’s your name?”

“Remy,” they say with a smirk. “You guys have really cool names. I’ve never heard those names before, except for when Jan and Logan are talking about mythology or whatever.”

The younger twin chuckles slightly, “Thanks. Oh and I go by they/them pronouns.”

Remy nods and runs a hand through their hair, “Good to know. Feel free to use whatever pronouns you want for me. I don’t really care.”

Remus hums, “Alright. Also, I like your outfit. It looks cool.”

“Thank you.”

“So,” Janus rejoins the conversation, “Have you both met everyone else?”

The taller twin thinks for a bit before shrugging, “I don’t know. We’ve met Virgil, Logan, and Patton at the front.”

“Then you’re only missing Emile,” Remy says, “She’s probably restocking some stuff. I’ll go get her.”

“Hey Jan?” Remus speaks in somewhat of a whisper once the other teen leaves the room, “Why is Remy wearing sunglasses? Especially inside?”

“Oh yeah, he has dry eyes so his eyes can get really sensitive to light,” Janus explains, “He doesn’t wear them all the time though, since he has medication. Plus he just likes wearing them.”

The twins nod, “Thanks for telling us.”

The three of them continue to talk for about 5 minutes or so before Remy comes back. With them is a short girl, who is only an inch or so taller than Roman. Her skin is fair with a pink undertone. Her round gold colored glasses almost match her short wavy blonde hair. One of the more noticeable features of the teen however are her stunning pacific blue eyes. Her outfit consisted of a sky blue long sleeved shirt tucked into a pastel pink skirt. Under the collar of her shirt, a pink tie is tied into a bow. She’s also wearing some white knee long stockings with pastel pink bows on them. Finally she has some heart earrings on.

“Hi!” She walks over with them and shakes their hands, “My name is Emile! I go by she/her pronouns. It’s lovely to meet you both!”

Roman shakes her hand back with a smile, “Lovely meeting you too! My name is Theseus. I go by they/them pronouns.”

“Perseus. He/Him,” the other twin answers relatively quickly, not really feeling much of an immediate connection to Emile.

Emile hums, “So, do you know who’s training you both yet? Or no?”

“No, we don’t,” Roman answers with a small shrug, “Who should we go ask to train us?”

“I don’t mind doing so,” Janus offers, “I mean, I much rather do than restock.”

Remus nods with an excited smirk on his face, “That works for me!” He turns to his sibling, “Are you okay with that too, Theseus?”

They take an unnoticeable deep breath to try and overcome the sudden wave of nervousness that hit them before nodding, “Yeah, that works for me.”

“Come on then.”

Janus leads them toward the front of the store. She shows them how to work the cash register. She also shows them how everything else works such as how to do refunds, take off the safety tags, discounts, and gift cards. After she finishes showing them everything at the front, she takes them through a mini tour of the store. Showing them every aisle and what is located on each of them. Then she shows them how everything is organized in the back. Finally, she shows them how to clean any spills or deal with any sort of emergencies.

By the time Janus is done training Remus and Roman, there’s an hour or two left of work so they practice checking stuff out and bagging the items.

Finally as the day ends, the twins say goodbye to their new coworkers, clock out, and head home. As soon as they get home, the two start getting ready for bed, tired from how much they learned that day. Both of them fall asleep smiling though, each of them excited to go to work again tomorrow.

@ranboo-but-booran

#my writing #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #emile picani #remy sanders #sleep sanders #implied roceit #what is home?#roman angst #remus angst

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