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nastyaromatherapy · 5 months

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Footlong (18+)

Ethan, a boy you bullied in highschool, sees you at a frat party and is hungry for revenge.

saw (this fic) and was like damn, i need an extended version of this.

pairing - dom!ethan landry x bully!reader

one shot length, 1.9k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, creampie, mentions of sh, degradation, tara reader and quinn are all bitches, big dick ethan

“Ethan? Please. I bet he’s never even held hands with a girl.” You quipped to Tara when his name aroused in a game of Fuck Marry Kill. Quinn quickly disagreed, “I bet- No, I know he’s packing. Haven’t you seen the outline in his khakis?” You internally bleh-ed at her wandering eyes. “Quinn, you fucking horndog,” you joked, leaning back in your chair and contemplating the original question: Fuck Mary Kill, Chad, Ethan, Frankie. “Fuck Chad, Marry Ethan, Kill that motherfucker Frankie.”

“Swap Ethan and Chad, then agreed,” Quinn said. Suddenly Ethan walked in in the khakis Quinn was talking about earlier, finding his seat in the back of the class. “Speak of the devil,” Tara tsked. “Yo, Ethan,” you called out. His eyes flickered up to meet yours before quickly dropping back down. “C’mon, why the long face? I heard only fans should be back up tonight, and I’m sure the ladies miss you as much you miss them,” you fake pouted. He just rolled his eyes and focused on copying down notes he borrowed from some friends.

“Ethan!” Tara called out to him, only this time he didn’t look up. “Don’t mind y/n, she’s just nervous. She wants to invite you to her party tonight, wants to see this ‘big dick’ everyone’s gassing.” You smirked and found Tara’s comment as a perfect opening. “Yeah, Ethan, that true? That you hide a footlong in your khakis?” You asked him condescendingly, a flush already flooding his cheeks. “Oh, Ethan,” Quinn gasped, grabbing on the sides of her desk to rock it. “It’s too big, I can’t take it,” she moaned artificially.

Ethan slouched in his seat, wanting to be as far as possible from here.

He was though, he slouched in his seat on the couch at the frat party, beer can in hand. He saw you dancing with some of your friends who he’s never seen before, having not seen you since Highschool. Oh would vengeance be sweet.

He waited until you walked into the kitchen for a drink so that he could approach you without distractions. “Y/n l/n,” he said with false surprise, making you turn around with a gasp. He grew taller, his hair was more put together, he was just hotter. “What a surprise,” he smirked. “Footlong!” You smiled, the name stemming from the joke from 12th grade. “Ethan- sorry. Old habits die hard,” you said. “It’s all good just, surprised to see you here,” he spoke.

“You’re taller!” You said awkwardly, gesturing your hands towards his figure. “Yeah, I guess canceling all those only fan subscriptions helped me grow,” he joked self deprecatingly, sadly smiling. You sighed, hating apologizes. “Oh, yeah sorry about all that. It was just a joke,” you said in the most tone deaf way possible. “Hey I mean, at least those were all rumors. It’s not like it came out that I had a threesome with Paul Keene and his cousin and it turned out to be very true.” Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips twisted into a snaky expression.

“Yo what the fuck is your problem?” You asked him as your temper rose. “Just taking a trip down memory lane,” he smirked before taking a sip of his beer, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You looked at him with utter disgust for his remarks about the past. “Okay, my bad. You have gotten sexier though,” he said, empty hand reaching for your side.

You inched closer, giving into his touch. “Oh yeah?” You asked as you let his feel up your side. “Yeah,” he confirmed before finally landing a grip on your waist, pulling you in close. “You wanna dance?”

You led him to the dance floor to engage in some tipsy dancing. He wasn’t the best, was a little stiff, but you were there to help him out. You grinded on him as his hands rested at your hips. Ethan groaned as he felt his erection slowly growing as your ass rubbed against him.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing you by your wrist, and you complied to follow him up the stairs. He slammed you against the paneled wall and kissed you hungrily, groaning into your mouth. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a littler turned on by this, your stomach churning.

You slowly slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning into the kiss as his hands reached to fumble with your tits.

“Fuck,” he said after pulling away, wiping the extra slobber on his face with his palm. He grabbed you by your hand this time, leading you into an empty bedroom, being quick to lock the door.

“So, Footlong,” you started while walking into the room. “We gonna test if the rumors true? And I’m gonna guess you’re a virgin. Sex isn’t the same as porn, and girls aren’t like those cam girls I know you like to watch. Just to let you know.” He grimaced at your words, seeing that you obviously haven’t changed at all.

“Sad to see you haven’t changed,” he said. “Still a bitch,” he said with a smirk. “A sexy bitch,” you said. “According to your words.” Ethan was quick to correct you, “I said you were sexier, not sexy.” Your expression quickly faltered. “God I can’t believe I kissed you. You probably have herpes,” he said while wiping a hand down his face. “I-I don’t-”

“You know I used to burn myself? Almost everyday after school?” He asked, completely shifting the mood. Your face filled with shock, up until now unaware. “Ethan- I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me-” “Cause it was none of your fucking business!” He yelled, making you inch back a bit. “Just like it was none of your fucking business saying those things to me, knowing what I already had going on in my life.” He said, referring to the death of Richie and his father’s coping mechanisms.

“But I know why you’re here, y/n. It’s not because you like me, it’s not because you want to make up, it’s because you’re a fucking loud mouthed whore.” You opened your mouth to deny it, but you just couldn’t.

As he stood he started to unbuckle his pants, letting them drop to his knees. Your eyes grew wide at the visible bulge in his boxers, maybe not 12 inches, but still huge. “What? You need a step by step tutorial?” He asked, eyeing your blank expression. His words made you quickly snap out of it and get down so your knees touched the cold wood.

You tugged his boxers down, allowing his dick to spring out. He shallowly hissed at the cold air. Your mouth watered at the sight, he was perfect. You eagerly took the tip of him, feeling the rumbles of his groans. “That’s it, shut up and take it,” he grunted, slowly thrusting himself deeper into your throat. You rested your hands on his inner thighs and moaned on his length, finding yourself extremely turned on.

“Is this gonna be our secret? Are you gonna be too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you got face fucked by Ethan Landry?” He asked, his thrusts growing more aggressive. Your eyebrows contorted upwards, and with every thrust your mouth made a wet clicking sound.

You continued moaning around him from the pleasure of being used, eyes now glossy and red. Ethan slipped his hand down and pulled his cock out of your mouth, making you sigh from disappointment. “Stick out your tongue,” he softly demanded, and you quickly complied. “That’s a good whore,” he groaned as he jerked himself off over your tongue. You found yourself reaching your tongue up, just for a little taste. “Does the slut want my cum?” He asked, growing close, face completely red. “Yes,” you moaned. “Beg for it.”

You pouted, hungry for his cum. “Please cum for me, Ethan. I want your cum s’bad!” You whimpered out. Ethan threw his head back as he shot his cum directly in your mouth, a little making its way onto your lips. You licked it off your lips sluttily before swallowing all of it. Ethan tilted his head slightly, “Not even a thank you?” He asked, annoyed. “Thank you,” you corrected.

He looked down at you on the floor, eyeing you still in the dress. “Turn around.” After you turned to face away from him, he unzipped your dress to help you take it off, taking his shirt off as well. He hooked your black thong in his fingers and moved them to the side, eyeing your glistening pussy. He spit on it before giving your ass a slap, making you yelp and bounce forward.

“Face down,” he ordered, making you lay your face down on the cool floor. He took his cock and rubbed it up and down your pussy, leading you to whimper. “Please fuck me, Ethan,” you moaned. He slapped your ass again, “Yeah, you want my cock, slut?” You nodded furiously. “Please, need your cock in me,” you whined, pushing your ass back in an attempt to gain more friction.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he slid into you, grabbing a hold of your waist. “Ethan!” You moaned out. Never in a million years would you ever think that Ethan fucking Landry would be stretching you out. “That’s it, take my cock,” he groaned, ego boosting from how much you enjoyed it, from how you whimpered on his dick and clenched around him.

“So big,” you whispered, which he picked up on. “Yeah? You love my big dick stretching you out?” You nodded in response. “Yes, fuck I love your cock, Ethan!”

He got so much pleasure out of watching you submit for him, the girl who tormented him for years just from her words, going dumb on his cock. “Mm, slap my ass again please, it felt s’good,” you slurred out. He smiled and was quick to comply, leaving a red mark on your cheek. “Slut love when I smack her ass?” He asked smugly. “Mhm,” you whimpered.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you struggled to find anything to grab onto, reaching for your discarded dress to scrunch in your hands. “Not gonna say anything bitchy?” He asked, thrusts growing deeper. “Where’d your confidence go? Fuck you’re pathetic,” he smirked. “Pathetic slut who likes getting her pussy ripped apart by absolutely anyone.” You moaned at his words, growing close as tears formed in your eyes.

“So close, Ethan,” you whined, your stomach twisting in the most pleasurable way. “Oh yeah? Beg for it,” he grunted, slamming into you harder. “Fuck- please let me cum Ethan, your cock feels s’good,” you begged, cunt squeezing his length so tight. “That’s a good fucking whore, cum on my cock,” he groaned. You released all over him, squirting for the first time.

The liquid spurted onto his thighs and the floor, making you feel somewhat humiliated. He continued to fuck you, having not came yet. You screamed from the overstimulation, moaning uncontrollably. “Fuck, oh fuck. Ethann,” you whined as he chased his own high.

“Fuck!” He groaned with one final slam, filling your cunt with his thick cum. He was quick to pull out and watch his cum slowly drip out of your pussy. “Come taste yourself,” he said. You shifted around and bent over to suck his dick, covered in a mix of yours and his cum. He cursed under his breath as you overstimulated his cock, grabbing your head and pushing you down on his length, throwing his head back, groaning as you deepthroated him. Then he lifted your head up to see your fucked out face, wet with sweat. “Be useful and open your legs.”

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vinvantae · 11 months

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Unmasked

7/16

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Word count: 3.1k

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As the new year rolled around, the idea of leaving Monaco was a little daunting. It was another step, another place for you and Charles to become closer and the definition of your relationship was becoming unclearer by the day. You knew you needed to talk to the team about it but you weren’t sure how they’d react to the fact the fake relationship they’d made had started to shift into something real.

The day after New Years, you were flying out to Bali for the final stage of the itinerary. You and Charles would be posting simultaneous stories and posts of you both on holiday but still in the ‘soft launch’ format. Your teammate could tell that it was all taking a toll on you, whether you’d admit it to him or not. With all of the speculation about Thirty growing by the day, you were becoming more and more cautious about what you did - not wanting to leave a bad taste in people’s mouths when you finally did take off the mask.

And he realised, you were worried that your relationship would turn people against you. It was hard enough being a WAG of an F1 driver, people simply hating you for the fact you were dating a driver - but when you’d be revealed to be a driver yourself? You were scared, terrified even, that they would think the worse of you.

“…was I being too clingy at Pierre’s party?” You asked, zipping up your suitcase.

Charles remembered back to that night - you were no more affectionate than anyone else’s partner. If anything Charles himself was the clingy one, he wanted to have his hands on you at any opportunity, run his hands over your waist and hips. “No, I don't think so. Why do you ask?”

“People just said-“

“Who’s people?”

“Online they-“

He sighed softly, turning you to face him - your eyes were a little red. “They don’t matter, Cherie. What matters is how you think, what the people you care about think.”

You looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering a little. “And you don’t think I was too clingy?”

“If anything.., you weren’t clingy enough.” The Monaco native chuckled softly, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw - brushing his thumb across your skin. “But that night? If you didn’t notice, I found it hard to keep my hands to myself.”

The way you giggled made his heart leap, the two of you still hadn’t really discussed what you were to each other but he found himself wanting you more everyday. You had yet to share more than a kiss but he wasn’t going to cross any line you weren’t comfortable with. But he secretly hoped that maybe your trip would be the next step in exploring your relationship but you still seemed to have some walls up.

“Thank you. I honestly think I’d go insane without you, Charles.” You smiled softly, learning into his touch. “You’ve been such a rock for me.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, y/n.” Before you could protest, he leant in and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. “Let’s go, we’ve got a plane to catch.”

You nodded and hauled your suitcase off of the bed, the two of you heading downstairs to greet Jean-Luc who would take you to the helipad and then to the airport from Nice. He was a quiet man, you'd met a couple of times before but didn’t know much other than his name.

Charles had originally wanted to take the Piasta but you’d convinced him that someone would have to drive it straight back here so it wasn’t worth it. He’d pouted a little but knew you were correct so didn’t fight you anymore. He helped Jean-Luc load your things into the trunk of the car before the two of you slipped into the back, sharing a quiet conversation about the itinerary for your trip.

During the party, Charles had let slip of your holiday plans so you discovered that a few other drivers were going to join for a few days - not what you wanted at first but your teammate reminded you that you had wanted to get to know the other drivers so perhaps it wasn’t the worst idea. And there would be other girls this time like the party so you wouldn’t stand out quite as much.

But for the first week, at least Monday to Friday, it would just be the two of you - soaking up the sun. Or so you thought.

You spent more than a good chunk of each afternoon or evening stuck inside, the rainiest month of the year in Bali was upon you - something the team clearly had not taken into account. Sure the days were mostly full of sunshine and swimming, but heavy downpour had you racing back inside more than you had hoped. Both of you squeezing on a lounger, you reading a book, Charles on his phone, turned into you both being hidden under the duvet in your pyjamas - hair and skin still damp from the sudden change in weather.

By Thursday, you had gotten more than used to checking the forecast - determined not to get caught out - so as the heavens opened that evening, instead of racing back to your room, you were already there. Charles traced his fingers up and down your spine as you napped with your head on his chest, your dinner reservations not until 7. The driver stared up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts as your warm breath fanned across his chest.

All he wanted was the best for you - whether that meant being in a real relationship with him or not? He wasn’t sure. But as long as you were happy, that was what mattered. Your teammate knew his feelings for you were strong, that he was definitely falling for you and he hoped you felt the same but things were still fresh for you both. Going into the 2022 season, things would change - your identity as number Thirty getting closer to being revealed and he hoped, through it all, that the two of you might just make it.

He was brought back into the room when you yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head - looking at the clock. “Wow, that was a good nap… I don’t know if I’m gonna have enough time to get ready!”

Charles chuckled. “It’s only half 5, you’ve got plenty of time. It takes 10 minutes to get to the restaurant.”

You looked back over your shoulder at him, the driver had his arm propped up behind his head - his eyes looking particularly green in the light that was pouring in from the sun beginning to dip behind the horizon. You honestly couldn’t believe your luck that someone like Charles Leclerc was in to you - he could pull anyone but he chose you and the thought made you giddy.

“Some of us have to put in effort to look good, Charles.” You hummed, running a hand through his hair. “You could go out like this and no one would even bat an eye.”

He practically purred into your touch, preening like a kitten. “Pretty boy.”

“Stop that.” He protested, cheeks flushed a soft pink at your words. “Get yourself ready.”

You giggled and slid out of bed, Charles couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you pulled your T-shirt over your head as you walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He groaned and covered his face with his hands - seeing you in swimwear everyday was torture, your bare skin against his as you relaxed on sunloungers together.

He was trying to behave, but you made it difficult.

The driver grabbed his phone as it buzzed, frowning a little when he saw Max calling - he always got on with the Dutchman, sure, but they didn’t exactly talk much outside of the season.

“Hey mate, everything okay?” Charles propped the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he dug through his suitcase for something to wear.

“You with y/n right now..?”

The Monaco driver frowned. “No? Seriously, what’s this about?”

He heard Max sigh, he could practically see the look on his face. “Look, you don’t have to answer, but… is there something else going on with you two?”

“Max-“

“Okay, that’s not the question I should ask… and you don’t need to answer but I’d appreciate it if you don’t lie to me either.” Max cut him offs

Charles could his heartbeat in his ears, had Max figured you both out? Has he figured you out? “Okay…”

“I know you’ve got some NDA bullshit or whatever but even just… fuck…if I’m right, don’t say anything.”

Charles didn’t know what to do, he could just lie to his childhood rival but he knew Max would see right through him. It was that moment you decided to emerge from the bathroom, - hair and makeup done. You smiled at him softly and raised your eyebrow and mouthing ‘who is it?’ To your teammate.

“One sec.” He said into the receiver, pulling it away just enough so Max could still hear. “Hey, y/n, I’ll just be a minute okay?”

You nodded and started fishing through your suitcase for an outfit, letting your teammate return his phone call. “Still want to ask?”

He could practically see Max’s jaw clench and eyes narrow at the other end of the call. The Monegasque knew that he was playing a dangerous game - taunting Max with your presence. He felt like he was dangling you right in front of the shark, Max was ready to strike and Charles knew it.

“…look, I get it. I’ll drop it.” The Dutchman sounded defeated. “I just… I thought you’d trust me.”

Charles sighed and ran his hand across his face, stepping out onto the balcony - the rain easing up a little. “It’s not that, Max. It’s-“

“No, no. I get it. See you later.”

Before he could say another word, Max hung up. You saw Charles drop his shoulders as he looked at his now dark screen - you didn’t know who he was talking to but his whole demeanour seemed to have shifted. Cautiously, you joined him on the balcony and placed your hand on his lower back.

“Everything okay?” You asked, his green eyes met yours.

You could see the cogs turning as he tried to decide what to tell you - ideally the truth but you knew he’d do his best to protect you. He sighed and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you into him. “…max… max knows something. I’m not sure if it’s about the relationship or about you being Thirty but… I don’t know what to do.”

“…maybe… maybe we should tell him.” Charles opened his mouth to speak but you continued. “I know… it’s breaching the NDA but if people are going to find out soon anyway with all of these leaks, what’s the harm in letting someone else in? It’s Max, Charles. We grew up with him. I know I’ve grown apart from him but I feel like we can trust him, don’t you?”

“I’d like to think we could but what if-“

You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss to stop him rambling. “Then fuck it. I’m so done with this. I want the people, the drivers around me to respect me… see me more than just your girl, a Ferrari admin, y’know?”

“Only if you’re sure, I don’t want you getting hurt or in trouble or fired, sued… whatever.” He sighed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I… can’t see you getting hurt, y/n. You mean too much.”

You brought your hand up, brushing your thumb across his jaw - smiling calmly at him before leaning in to kiss him again, this time with more purpose. He pulled you closer, hands toying with the toggle of your robe. You smiled into the kiss before pulling back. “Behave.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Hard to control myself around you.”

“Let’s get some dinner okay? We only have a couple more days of peace before the trip gets crashed.” A soft hum left your lips as you pushed some of his hair from his forehead. “We can figure out what to say to Max.”

Charles found it hard to keep to his word, keeping his hands to himself became even more of a challenge when you showed him your outfit for the evening, the soft expanse of your skin was complemented beautifully by the colour of your dress. He wanted to slowly peel it off of your body and worship you but he also wanted to do good by you.

Even if that meant spoiling you fully dressed.

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You and Charles sat in the restaurant on Saturday evening, the table opposite you empty as you waited for Max to arrive. The last few days before some of the drivers had shown up were truly wonderful - your teammate had spent every second making sure you had a good time and keeping you distracted from the pressures of the outside. But that didn’t mean you hadn’t prepared for this, that you hadn’t spent hours discussing how best to tell your childhood friend.

Charles tugged lightly at your hand to stop you chewing at the skin around your thumb nervously. He gave it a gentle squeeze before nodding towards the entrance of the restaurant- where you could now see the Dutchman stood talking to the host before pointing towards you both.

“Breathe.” You whispered, noticing the man beside you had stiffened up. “It’s just Max, we’ve got this.”

You stood up to greet the Redbull driver, feeling a little shocked as he pulled you into a hug like he would his guy friends - with the obligatory pat on the back, before doing the same with Charles.

“It’s good to see you both, you look well.” He smiled kindly, unlike the two of you he seemed totally relaxed. “Have you ordered anything yet?”

“Ah no, we were waiting for you.” You sat back in your seat, letting Charles’ hand rest on your thigh. “Thanks for meeting us… I’m not gonna beat around the bush with this.”

You paused for a moment whilst the waiter took your orders, silence settling over the table whilst you took a minute to find your words. “Before I say anything, you have to swear to take this to the grave…”

“Look, y/n, I know we’ve grown apart but I still care about you.” The champion cut you off, giving you a smile. “I wouldn’t purposefully hurt you, you can tell me the truth.”

The truth. He has figured it out.

“You’re gonna make me say it aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile, his blue eyes twinkled at you and he raised a brow. “I’m Thirty.”

He burst out laughing, almost falling out of his chair with the way it wracked through him.

“Mate, why are you laughing?” Charles frowned.

The Dutchman wiped his eyes. “Sorry, I just… I knew what you were going to say but hearing you say it? I’ve felt crazy for months… I’m so relieved, you have no idea.”

“How did you figure me out?”

“Honestly? Your story about leaving F2 was always bullshit to me, I never believed it and then when the stories started coming out about who Thirty potentially was… you shot to the top of my list. I'm so happy it’s you, y/n. You deserve this greatness.”

Your cheeks flushed.

“Can I ask something? Why did you decide to tell me, of all people?”

Charles moved his arm from your leg to around the back of your chair, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze - just showing he was there supporting you, not chirping in, just observing.

“Well, for starters, you were on to me.” You narrowed your eyes playfully. “But secondly, I know we’ve grown apart over the years but I know you, Max. Even as bratty little kids, you always had my back.”

“Still do… so, is it just me, Charles and Sebastian who know? Driver-wise.”

You nodded. “And for now, I’d like to keep it that way. Thanks for hearing me out.”

“Any time, uh… give me your phone? I wanna give you my number. Just in case.”

After exchanging numbers and enjoying dinner with your teammate and rival, the three of you left the restaurant- a driver either side of you as you approached the car. You turned and gave Max a hug.

“Thanks for not bombarding me with questions, I’m sure you had plenty.” You could feel his chuckle as he gave you a squeeze. “Maybe another time.”

“It was nice to see you again, properly. I hope someday soon everyone else gets to see you for who you truly are.” He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Just because I know it’s you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna go easier on you, right?”

You grinned. “You never did, Max.”

Even though he was just one person, telling Max the truth had lifted a huge weight off of your shoulders and all of a sudden you felt like you could breathe easier. He played the role of not knowing very well - continuing to treat you the same as before, not wanting to cause suspicion with the rest of the group that had joined you and Charles on the trip. No one seemed any the wiser.

And as much as you hated to admit it, Charles was right. Having some of the grid and their partners with you in Bali was so much fun, and getting to know them all was so relaxing. Sure, they didn’t know the full truth about you but for the first time in years you felt like you could truly be yourself around people.

Whether it was going shopping with Lily or playing cards with Pierre and Carlos, you had started to finally feel like you were a part of something. They really treated you like you belonged, that you were one of their own.

But it made one thought, one feeling, more intense than you could’ve ever imagined.

You had to take the mask off.

It was time to talk to the team.

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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characters ; Creator!Fem!Reader x 3 Childe Tartaglia(s); original childe is called "Ajax", childe 2 is called "Childe", childe 3 is called "Tartaglia"

content ; self-aware characters / SAGAU, explicit sexual content, foreplay, "dear(est)/princess/sweetheart/good girl", fingering, foursome (all 3 holes), Ajax/Childe/Tartaglia act differently, oral (m.receiving), unprotected sex, soft aftercare

summary ; You were found by Ajax's copies while you were injured by the people of Teyvat. They decided to keep you once they realized you weren't the impostor, but the true creator. And here you are, being pleasured by the 3 of his clones.

a/n ; this is my first time that i've written something soft and not something dark in this blog and i'm pretty proud of that..

reminder ; please, MASC-ALIGNED and 17-. Stop interacting with my posts. I'm really uncomfortable knowing you people do that even though I have informed you in multiple posts about it. My literal banner says "17- & MASC-ALIGNED DNI". Also, remember that I'm a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat writer so some works of mine will include dark and extreme content.

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"It's okay, our dear. You're safe with us.. None of those pesky shits will ever come to hurt you anymore." Ajax coos, planting a soft kiss on the crown of your head. You feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and being pulled back by a bit.

You felt Tartaglia's lips on your nape, nipping on the skin as he rocked his hips forward. Whileas Childe starts pleasuring you by massaging your breasts. You let out soft whimpers as he starts rolling your nipples through your clothing.

"You feel so wet down there already, do you like being played with, princess?" Tartaglia chuckles against your neck as you feel his hands touch your clothed crotch. You moaned against your hand as he pressed his fingers harder on it.

You were already hot and bothered by being used upon, you slightly pushed Childe's hands away, but he didn't budge. "Hm? But don't you like getting touched? Especially by me? I've seen the amount of those so called 'Fanfics' you've read about. And most of them were about me fucking your brains out. So why resist, sweetheart?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at the embarrassing detail, but your flustered state quickly went away as Ajax's mouth came in contact with yours, holding onto your chin between his fingers as he forcefully pushed his tongue inside of your cavern.

He moans into your lips as he deepens it. You feel his tongue caressing yours. Tartaglia, on the other hand, was too busy sucking on the skin of your neck. Getting as much lovebites on you as possible.

Second they were having fun and taking their time with you, next your clothes were ripped off and thrown at the floor with three men gasping. Cheeks reddened from the rather rough foreplay they were initiating on you.

Childe looked at you through lidded eyes as he started to undress, the other men started to fumble with their belts first. As soon as that article of clothing was removed, they went straight for their jackets and shirts. You couldn't help but mesmerize their bodies... You never thought they'd be this built..

You felt a hand behind and unexpectedly, you were pushed on your stomach on Childe. You could feel Tartaglia's roaming hands around your body, wanting to touch every inch of skin as much as possible.

Ajax, on the other hand, was right in front of you. Moaning like whore as he pumps his cock, getting hard at the sight of you being tangled by his two clones.

"You look so fucking cute like that, princess. And, god.. You're drooling so much.. Is it because of me?" Childe caresses the corners of your lips with his thumb, wiping the saliva off as he leans into the crook of your neck to kiss your collarbone.

Tartaglia growls into your nape as he rolls his pelvis onto your ass. "I can feel you being so wet down there, you can't wait for me to be inside you that bad?" he teases, slapping your naked thigh.

"Please, stop t-teasing." you managed to speak out, which only earned an amused laugh from the three. "What our dearest wants is what our dearest will get. But first, let's prepare you up. We don't want to hurt you~" one of them whispers seductively into your ear, making you quake on how attractive and deep it was.

Both Childe and Tartaglia switched their places, which meant Childe was now behind you and Tartaglia was in front of you. You let out a yelp when you feel Tartaglia's finger being plunged inside of you, pulling it back out only for it to be thrusted inside of you again.

Childe comforts you by snuggling onto your side, giving frequent kisses as he watches Tartaglia prep you. You moaned onto Childe's ear as Tartaglia added a second finger and became rougher and faster, making you see stars with every plunge.

You feel a chuckle rumble from your back and a hand reaching for your breasts. Tartaglia was too busy fingering your hole whileas Childe was busy teasing your tits, even having his mouth cup your nipple which had you whining.

You feel your orgasm coming close, the fireworks inside your stomach threatening to explode if they continue teasing you like this. Tartaglia's fingers initiating a scissoring motion inside of your pussy to stretch you, which drew you nearer and nearer.

Unfortunately, Tartaglia stopped pumping his fingers into you and withdrawed them, causing you to wail. He only smirked and brought his fingers to his lips and licked on your slick.

"How enticing" he purred, looking over your shoulder where Childe was. "Would you like a taste?" he questions, which earned a nod from the man behind you.

He opened his mouth as he softly bit onto Tartaglia's fingers as he sucked on the liquid. Pulling out with a pop, he looked at you as he licked his lips.

"How is it?"

"Exquisite."

They looked at you as you get pushed on top of Childe by Tartaglia, you faced behind you to see Childe chuckling, cupping your cheeks and leaning in for a kiss whileas Tartaglia nipped onto your nape.

You furrowed your eyebrows, how addicted are they to your neck that they want to mark it every now and then?

Your thoughts were interrupted when Childe pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, his tongue rolling yours and massaging it.

You whimpered when the ginger under you (Childe) gripped onto your hips, making you lower down onto his hardened cock. Who moaned out as he feels you tightened around him. Growling, he bites onto your shoulder.

Tartaglia raised his eyebrow at the sounds you made, it entertained him seeing you in such a blissful state. He helped Childe by pushing your hips down onto his (Childe's) length.

You let out a babble as you feel yourself being split into two, Tartaglia's hands deliciously pressing your waist to Childe's. It didn't take long thanks to him helping you bottom you out. The stretch was a burn, it felt painful but it slowly dissolved the longer you could use to his size.

"You're sucking me in so perfectly... Our greedy girl can't take enough?" Childe groans as he feels you tighten around him by his praise.

"It seems so. Let's see how she can handle with two dicks rearranging her guts." Tartaglia huffs as he thrusts his hardened cock in your other hole that made your legs quiver in delight. Hand crawling from your chest to your throat to grip onto it as he steadies himself.

He lets you calm down and get used to him being inside of your hole, when you cue for him to start moving, in which to his delight, he does. It was a bit difficult to match the pace Childe was setting but soon enough he got the hang of it.

Ajax could hear the lewd clapping of skin, he couldn't help but get aroused overtime. Just listening to your moans and pleas for more got him harder than a rock. This though, doesn't get unnoticed by you. Still aware of his presence even though you were getting fucked dumb.

You look up through teary eyes of bliss and pleasure to see Ajax looking at you keenly as you get fucked by two men that look exactly like him. You couldn't help but spot his hand stroking his rather huge hard-on.

You see himself blush deep red when both of you meet each other's eyes. You opened your mouth to speak but could only let out a moan as you feel Childe's cock hit your sweet spot.

"Hm? You got something to say, princess?" Tartaglia asks, upon looking up to see what you were staring, you can feel that his smirk has widened. "Oh,"

You could see tears threatening to fall in the corner of Ajax's eyes as he continues pumping his cock faster. Often letting out whines.

"What about you help him out, dearest. You don't want to leave him unattended, now, do you?" Childe holds your chin between his fingers and pulls you towards Ajax's hardened and already leaking cock.

You opened your mouth and took Ajax inside of you, causing him to moan out loud. Hands quickly finding purchase into your hair as he pulls you in harder.

"Fuck, your mouth is so warm.." Ajax comments as he starts to forcefully bob your head. You started swirling his tongue around his length, often giving his cock a few sucks that make his head spin in pleasure.

You let out a muffled gasp as you feel Childe continuing his thrusts inside of your pussy, Tartaglia noticed and followed along, often holding your head to help get Ajax off.

"Aha.. Taking three at once, huh? Never thought you'd be this desperate.." Childe breathed onto your neck, gripping your hips harder that you're sure that it'll leave the darkest bruises.

You only gave a faint moan in response that made the three men chuckle. The momentum didn't stay slow for too long, Ajax became a bit impatient and began bobbing your head faster, muttering a "Sorry," as he face-fucked you.

"Oh, how impatient.." Tartaglia commented, as if he wasn't as well. "I can't help it, princess.. I- ah.. Fuck.." Ajax groans out as you swirled your tongue on a throbbing vein on his dick. "Just like that, princess. Just like that.."

You feel your pussy pulsate at his remarks, growing wetter. So wet that you can feel Childe's cock touching your cervix. "Shit... So wet and tight.. Archons.." You can feel Childe quickly grow irritated, wanting to reach his orgasm as quick as possible. He couldn't help it, you feel so good and he doesn't want it to stop but catching his peek would feel much better for him.

"Hold on tight, I might fuck you back to your so called homeland called 'Earth'." Childe chuckles into your neck as he pulls out, just enough that his tip was right at your entrance before bottoming out on you. Your eyes threatened to roll back as he proceeded thrusting over and over again.

You couldn't ignore Ajax. That man's face was as crimson as Jueyun Chili. He was out of breath from moaning and trying to keep up with your head bobbing on his cock.

Tartaglia, on the other hand, was too preoccupied to care. Focusing only on how good your hole feels around his dick. Thrusting in the most deepest parts that have your eyes rolling and stomach curling.

You could only take what you were given. "'m so close, sweet girl.." Tartaglia grunted, he feels his orgasm coming close. He pulls out and gives you a harsh snap on the hips that made you blurred out nonsense into Ajax's cock, making you hallow your cheeks in instinct.

"How do you like that?" Tartaglia teased, caressing your hips as he continued plunging into you. He knows you couldn't talk because of Ajax but he could care less.

"T-that's a good girl- yes.." Ajax stuttered, gripping onto your locks harder. Your mouth made him feel so good and out of the world. "I-I'm gonna come.. Can you take it, dearest?" even if you didn't respond, he continued bobbing your head.

Childe was just too in love with how you feel around him, amazed on how he got the creator to himself (themselves) to fuck and be affectionate towards to.

You can feel all the three men's cock throbbing and their thrusts growing sloppy but remained the fast momentum. Desperate to reach their peek.

Childe moves his hand down to your clit as he started to tease it, helping you out with your orgasm. "Don't worry.. I got you, baby.." he murmured, going faster in thrusts and in playing with your clit. Giving the corner of your eye a soft kiss to comfort you.

The feeling in your abdomen grows hotter and hotter, the fire pooling around it threatening to burst. You couldn't take stimulation that was being initiated on your clit but it feels so fucking good.

The room was filled with huffs and groans, sweaty bodies being intertwined with one another as the sound of skin slapping one another can be echoed and heard.

Your mind goes dizzy and body going numb as you suddenly dissolve into pleasure and all you could see were stars. You feel Tartaglia's body shudder as he pours himself into you. His body was going limp because of his orgasm but he managed to stay up.

Childe lets his cum ooz into you, holding onto your body for his comfort and for yours. His hand stroking lovingly onto your scalp when he hears you groan, often shushing you and reassuring you that everything was alright and how you were a good girl for them.

Ajax whimpered when he feels his cock twitch as it realeases his seed right into your mouth. His mind going almost blank and dizzy from how powerful his peak was, he couldn't help but admit that it made him go almost insane from gratification.

The men are looking down on you, seeing you spouting nonsense and being fucked out of your mind. They were pleased with your outcome, seeing you lost in pleasure and become a whimpering mess made them smile in satisfaction.

"Shh... It's alright, dear." Childe reassured you, laying your head onto his chest as he stroked your back in a comforting manner. He was being quite gentle with you right now, looking up with hazy eyes, you smiled up at him with the little energy you have left.

You couldn't help but melt into his embrace, it was warm but the good kind of warm, the soft whispers he was giving you made you made you forget about the other men who were in the bed with you.

His lips intertwining with yours, and for once, it wasn't rushed nor fierce but slow and deep. He gingerly pulled out and gave your nose a quick kiss which had you smiling dumb.

A towel came in contact with your body and you feel yourself being pushed down onto the mattress. You gaze up to see three gingers carefully cleaning you up. They only had their pants on while Childe got off the bed and started wearing his slacks.

You felt like a baby right now and you hated it but it's not like you had a lot of energy. That rough sex had almost drained you out. Ajax gave you a kiss on the forehead while he cleans your pussy and hips with the towel.

Soon enough, you were covered in a maroon shirt and black shorts that Tartaglia had given you to wear. You were thankful that they were kind enough to take care of you like this. Especially when you first step foot into this place the two of his clones went rushing to help and aid your wounds.

"How are you feeling?" Ajax asks, drying his sweat off with the same towel that is now wrapped around his neck. "Better, thank you.." you murmured sheepishly.

"Good to know." another voice joins and you feel arms wrapped around your waist. "I hope we weren't hurting you or anything.." Childe purred, snuggling into you closer.

"Well.. It was painful just for a bit but I'm alright now.." you gave him a timid smile as you deepened the hug. "Are you tired?" Ajax questions, looking a bit worried at your face as he sees your eyes drooping.

You could only let out a hum which he took as a yes, he whispered something to Childe which you weren't be able to hear quite clearly as tiredness started overcoming your mind.

Ajax was now behind you as he leans onto the mattress, making you lay down on top of him. Others followed suite. Childe and Tartaglia were in either sides of you, arms finding themselves onto your form as they held onto you oh so gingerly.

"Good night, our dearest." was all you could hear before you close your eyes, smiling fondly one last time before you feel a kiss being pressed onto your forehead again.

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jasmancer · 4 months

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I'd love to see more sources on black ppl in the punk scene :-)!!

Ya of course!!!! These cover more overall rock but here's a few books I still suuuuper recommend

Rip It Up: The Black Experience in Rock N Roll by Kandia Crazy Horse

A great anthology of articles and interviews with black rock artists and fans dating back to the 70s. One of the articles featured is White Noise Supremacists by Lester Bangs (originally published 1979) which is a really interesting look into early punk culture's flippant attitude around appropriating white supremacist symbols and being racist/homophobic/antisemitic "ironically." cw there's tons of slurs in this article

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Black Diamond Queens: African American Women in Rock and Roll by Maureen Mahon

A very recent book! Each section looks into various influential women in Rock, including Big Mama Thornton (the original and far superior singer of Hound Dog,) Tina Turner, Betty Davis, and the Shirelles to name a few.

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Be My Baby by Ronnie Spector

The late great Ronnie Spector's autobiography. The black girl groups of the 60s were a massive part of the genesis of "classic" rock as we know it, and the Ronettes in particular were INCREDIBLY formative artists. The Rolling Stones opened for THEM. Another cw: Ronnie was in an abusive relationship with their producer Phil Spector for much of their career, and this is discussed at length in the book so read with care.

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A few relevant books I have yet to read:

Dreadnaught: King of Afropunk, by D.H. Peligro of Dead Kennedys fame

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?: A Black Woman’s Life and Liberation in Heavy Metal, by Laina Dawes (who wrote the article Why I Was Never A Riot Grrrl)

Here's a few online sources tooooooo

One of the last interviews with Poly Styrene before she passed

Trash Theory's video on Poly Styrene and her influence on riot grrrl

Why Bad Brains Were Banned in D.C.

A Band Called Death (Full Documentary)

#it speaks #ask #anon #riot grrrl #afropunk

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ateriblewriter · 8 months

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Don't Take The Girl {2} (m.b)

Part1, Part3

requested: originally no, but for part 2? yes

warnings: injuries, babies, mentions of surgery and death?

a/n: a) sorry this took so long. b) idk how I feel about parts of this. c) Enjoy!

Matt had been able to get back to their home to get the fuzzy slippers that Y/N had so desperately wanted and get them to the hospital with enough time to get up to labor and delivery. The snow and ice that covered the Minnesota roads were nothing.

Henry Boldy was born early that next morning. He was twenty inches long and had a tuft of dark hair that was surely going to turn blonde with time. Even at the ripe age of three hours, one could tell he was going to look similar to his father.

"He's prefect." Matt watched the baby's chest rise and fall as he slept, absolutely mesmerized.

"That's like the eighteenth time you've said that in the past hour, Matt." Y/N commented, still half asleep.

"Well, he is." The new father rubbed his pointer finger against the palm of the new baby. Henry reacted to the new touch by clamping five tiny fingers around the thing touching him, giving it the tightest squeeze a newborn could give.

Everything was peaceful until little Henry decided he had had enough and started to cry. It wasn't an I'm hungry cry or an I need a diaper change cry; the cry was more of an I need attention sort of thing.

"What do I do?"

He knew what he was supposed to do. However, up until this point in time, he had yet to hold the newborn child. It wasn't that he didn't know how to or anything like that; after all, he did attend the parent classes that Y/N had set up for them.

"Pick him up, Matt; let him know you are there and that you love him. He's your child and your responsibility. Hold him close and never ever let him go." You mumbled while rolling over in your sleep, not even waking up when Henry started crying. "After all, you're all he's going to have."

Matt did as he was instructed; he picked up Henry, rocking him close to his body. Almost instantly, the child quieted down. It was too easy—almost like this was a dream. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up from it.

Matt felt someone shaking his shoulder, effectively waking him up from his slumber. The perfect dream world was slipping away from him, and reality began to sink back in. Looking around the room he was currently in, there was no baby bassinet holding baby Henry, and Y/N was hooked up to a bunch of different machines that were keeping her alive.

Why couldn't this be the dream? Here there was a bad accident that left Y/N with a head injury and internal bleeding, requiring an emergency c-section to deliver the baby, and Matt with a few cuts and scrapes and a leg that was broken in multiple places.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boldy, but we need you to go back to your room; you have a couple of hours before they fix your leg, and they want to start preparing you for the surgery. Plus, there are a couple of tests the doctors want to do on Y/N, and you can't be there for them." A nurse, who was attending to his fiance, wheeled him back to his own room.

"Have you seen Henry yet?" The lady questioned him as they arrived in his room.

"No." Matt started as another nurse came in to help him get back into bed.

"Do you want to meet him before surgery? I can get someone to bring him in here, if that would be easier for you." The nurse offered him the opportunity.

"No."

Matt didn't want to even entertain the idea of meeting the baby boy without Y/N. He was willing to wait for however long that was. He didn't care. It was only right in his eyes that the two of you got to greet the little boy together.

"Well, you'll have to eventually; you are his father. He needs you. I'm sure this isn't what your girlfriend would have wanted." Matt was about to say something a little mean, but he bit his tongue.

He tried asking about Y/N again before he was carted off for surgery. The attendees shared a look with each other as if they knew something, but ultimately stated they had no idea what was going on with her but would find out and inform him after he woke up. He held them to that, asking about her as soon as he could remember her.

Once again, no one would tell him anything.

"Mr. Boldy, let's discuss this when you're not hopped up on pain meds." His doctor didn't want the news delivered to the poor man when he was in this state.

"Just tell me. I can take it. I love her." Matt tried convincing them he was in the right mind to hear whatever it was, the good or the bad. He hoped it was good. This story needs a happy ending. But that may not be the case here.

"I'm really sorry. We don't believe Y/N Y/L/N is going to make it. There is too much blood loss, and we think her brain isn't going to heal the way we would like it to. There might not be much time left."

"But she's not gone yet? So there's still hope?" He sat up a little straighter, picking up on certain words.

"Honestly? No not really. You should consider saying your goodbyes."

Let me know what ya think!

tags: @snugglebug-92

#matt boldy #matt boldy x reader #matt boldy blurb #matt boldy imagine #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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OP Usopp x Jealous!Reader - Attention Pt. 1

Summary: During Uta's concert, you find yourself growing spiteful of her due to Usopp's constant fawning over her.

Warnings: Film Red spoilers, dangerous situations, mean and bitter reader.

Note: This will be the first part of two. I had originally intended for it all to be one, but while writing I realized it'd become too long, so I divided it!

"C'mon, (Y/N), why aren't you ready yet?" Usopp whined, glancing at your plain face and hair. "You promised you'd dress up with me!" You sighed, flipping open a handheld mirror, and began to apply the glam rock make up look that he'd picked out for you. You couldn't take him seriously when he was dressed like that, but you'd do anything to make him happy, and he knew that, so it was useless to argue further.

As you did, you vaguely listened to Jinbe inquire about the consumes nearly everyone wore, to which Usopp explained that there'd be some sort of reward for doing so, showing off a set of commemorative pins between his fingers. "You're making us all dress up for buttons?" you deadpanned, shoulders slumping, not deeming that as reason enough.

"For free!" he argued as you rolled your eyes. "Besides, this is her first live show, so they'll be worth a ton of money one day!"

"Uta is a pop idol," you pointed out with a grumble. "What's the point in making us look like we just stepped off stage with KISS?"

Usopp simply brushed off your comments as the lights began to dim. You used the lack of illumination as an excuse to give up on your make up and came to sit on the grass of the pillar you'd all set up shop on. Glancing up at him, you watched his face light up as his eyes traced her movements. Usopp was one of her biggest fans, you knew that much, just from how many times you'd had to tell him to shut off his transponder in the middle of the night. You knew practically all her songs by heart, not by choice, but by how often he repeated them. This was a big moment and you were happy he got to experience it, but you couldn't put away the pang of envy that his undivided attention caused.

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"He's totally lost it, right?" you coughed, frozen as your captain walked himself right up on stage while Uta was performing. "Surely this is a bad idea, I mean, she's probably got security, right?"

"I'm sure she does," Nami replied, equally as worried, her brow furrowing. "Probably not enough to take him down, but still. It's attention we definitely don't need."

You couldn't hear the conversation that followed, but you watched on anyways, gasping when Luffy enveloped Uta in a strong hug. "There's no way they know each other, right?" you fretted.

"They better not!" Usopp growled, his fists balling with jealousy. "Man, why does Luffy always know the hottest girls!"

"Usopp!" you shrieked. "Go to hell!"

"What?" he asked, looking around to his friends for backup, wondering what he'd done wrong, only for the ones who cared enough about his question to reply with a disappointed shaking of the head. "What'd I say?"

"I wonder how they know each other though," Robin thought aloud, collecting everyone's attention. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Uta's been in hiding up until now, hasn't she?"

"Well, yeah." The sniper replied, shrugging. "So what?"

"And we've never met her, so she must be some sort of ghost from Luffy's past."

Usopp's expression shifted from his brief curiosity, back into envy over his friend's privileges' to know his crush on a personal level. "Well, we'll just have to ask him then!" He determined, before turning back to face the stage as, ferocity in his eyes. "Hey, Luffy! Since when are you so chummy with Princess Uta?!"

Your stomach churned at his phasing. 'Princess' Uta? She wasn't a princess, it wasn't even a part of her stage name! You were about to confront his words before Chopper pushed past your legs, jumping in the air, and waving his glowsticks in the air. "Yeah, tell us!"

Curiosity disarmed your anger as you captain turned back to his crew with a gleeful grin, one hand still around the pop star's shoulders, and the other holding his hat to his head. "Since forever," he laughed, eyes closed peacefully. "Uta's is Shanks's daughter!"

A shocked hush fell over the crowd, which seemed to encapsulate the whole stadium itself, you and your friends included. A few concert goers shouted out to the singer, asking if what Luffy had said was true. Before she could confirm, however, the show was put to an abrupt pause by the sudden appearance of new faces on the stage.

You grabbed your weapon an prepared to move in with your nakamas upon collectively recognizing a few of them as enemy pirates. "No way," you breathed, brows knit. "Is that-?"

"Brulee." Snaji answered. "Oven too."

"What are the Big Mom pirates doing here?" you asked quietly, backing behind him nervously.

"Don't know," he answered, parting his lips and tossing his spent cigarette to the ground before stomping it out. "But whatever it is, it's got something to do with Uta."

Before you could gather your bearings on what was going on, the Straw Hats were charging into battle to defend the idol, only to be swiftly stopped short by her surprisingly laid back attitude. She kept going on and on about how her would-be captures were, in reality, just overly excited fans. Of course, your valiant sniper had something say about that as well.

"Hold on," he said cautiously, lowering his slingshot, if only slightly. "These guys aren't your fans, they're gonna hurt you!"

The smug look on Uta's face sent chills down your spine as she stepped forward, seemingly to address the crowd, yet she never did. She wasn't really going to sing at a time like this, was she? "Then I guess I'll just have to make a song out of them."

Before you had time to inquire, an angelic voice filled the stadium with the beginning of another set, golden armor materializing on Uta's skin as she danced. To your disturbance, the other pirates you'd been ready to defend her against were forced against the invisible walls of the stadium, suspended in mid air by some sort of sticky white strip.

When the song concluded, Uta gracefully floated back down to solid ground, battle equipment shattering into puffs of glitter as she finally spoke to her audience. "You're all safe now, I taught those mean old pirates a lesson!" You swore you could almost make out tears rolling down her cheeks as you began to return to your camp. "I promise, as long as you're here, nothing will hurt you ever again!" she fluffed, reaching her hands out. "We're gonna have so much fun together, forever!"

You halted in your tracks at her words. Something about how she'd phrased her last address to her fans deeply unsettled you. What did she mean 'Forever'?

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The was a recess in the show, where Uta had busied herself with providing all her fans with snacks and commemorative trinkets. She'd even be so kind as to grace your crew with all the resources necessary to have a comfortable cook out. You listened idly as your friends remarked about the blessings they were most thankful for. Sanji mentioned that there were a few ingredients he'd been supplied with that he hadn't used since he left the Baratie, simply for their rarity or high price.

It saddened you to see your nakamas having such a good time, while you were stuck with this pit in your stomach. Did not a single one of them have a bad feeling about this concert, or was it possible that it was only you that hated being here? You had considered the fact that maybe your distain for the idol had an ulterior motive- a silly one at that. Surely, there was no way she'd reciprocate Usopp's feelings and magically steal him away, right?

"Uhm, Robin?" you breathed, sliding into a lawncare beside the woman as she set down her novel to assist you in whatever you needed. "Could I ask you a silly question?"

"No question is silly, as long as you learn something from it." she smiled, turning to sit on her thigh, in order to face you. "What's on your mind?"

You blushed a bit, feeling embarrassed about sharing your suspicions, now shy at the prospect of sharing them with the most intelligent person you knew. "W-well..."

"Is it about Usopp?" she interjected with a knowing giggle. "It's perfectly natural to be jealous with how he's been acting all day."

"W-What?!" you flustered, eyes wide and lips hung again in surprise. "N-No! It's not about him! I-"

"So, you admit he is an issue, just not the most pressing one."

"Robin!" you whined. "I don't have an issue with Usopp!" You whispered, or at least you thought you had. Unbeknownst to you, the sniper had perked at hearing his name, and silently tuned into your conversation, politely parting from his own, in favor of inching closer. "My problem is with Uta."

"Oh?" the archeologist replied, feigning surprise. "What would be the issue with her? You know she isn't influencing his actions in any way."

You huffed, regretting coming to her for advice in the first place, unsure if she was just having a dense moment, or toying with you, considering how common bother were. "Robin, I swear this has nothing to do with Usopp, or how annoying he is when he talks about her, or how jealous I-" you stopped yourself short, back tracking and correcting. "-you think I might be."

"Then what's bothering you so much about her?"

"I've just got a bad feeling about her, I can't put my finger on it." You confessed with a defeated sigh. "I just feel like some of the things she's been saying are kind of...weird?"

"Could you give me an example?" she asked patiently, interest now peaked, especially at the prospect on an observation she may have missed.

"Like that forever thing," you answered. "She said this concert was gonna last forever, that doesn't strike you as odd?"

Robin thought for a moment, admitting that you did have a point. "That is odd, but I would chalk it up to how emotional she is. She said it herself after her first song, all this praise is a lot to take in at once. It may be easy to see her as other worldly, but she's actually just a girl, your age, actually. After living in secret for so long, I could understand wanting such a life changing moment to last forever."

After things had been made clear for you, your vision flashed back to when you'd thought you'd seen Uta crying on stage earlier. You supposed that this was an emotional time for her, maybe Robin had a point. "Okay," you accepted, reloading another example of behavior that you found abnormal. "What about that second song?" you asked, brow cocked, and tossing a thumb in the direction of the other pirates, still hanging in mid air. "How could she possibly do that, just by singing?"

"I thought about that too," she confessed. "It has to be some sort of devil fruit power."

"Yeah, a dangerous one." Before you could talk further your conversation was interrupted the raging of the Straw Hat sniper.

"Are you serious right now?" Usopp spat, fists clenched at his sides. "Are you really shit talking Uta at her own concert? How petty is that?"

You were stunned by his sudden outburst, before you came to an angering realization. "You were evesdropping? What the hell, you creep?!"

"Kinda hard not to when you said my name like four times!" he shot back. "Honestly, I gotta say it's really frustrating to see you stoop so low, (Y/N), over jealousy no less."

Your knuckles whitened with the tightness of your fist as you began to see red. "Jealous?! Don't flatter yourself, Big Nose!"

"Oh, now we're name calling?" he growled, eye twitching with anger. On the sidelines, Robin carefully slipped off her chair, not wanting to be apart of this drama. A few others crowded around the both of you, some to watch you fight, and the others to break you up. "Well, I might have a big nose, but at least I've got damn brain to compensate, unlike you!"

"Puh-lease, you and Luffy might as well share a devil fruit, because you've got a fucking rubber brain!"

"Oh no, is everything okay over here?" A sweeet and gentle voice soothed, one that was foreign to your crew. Glancing to your left, you froze, Usopp, as well as the rest of the Straw Hats following suit. "Please don't fight, we're here to have fun, remember?"

Usopp instantly straighten his back, dusting himself off and clearing his throat. "P-Princess! We weren't fight we were just-uh..." frantically, he hooked a tan arm around your neck, pulling you into a friendly embrace with nervous grin on his plush lips. "Playing, yeah!"

Uta's smile returned, replacing her concern as she giggled at his antics. "What a relief. I hate seeing good friends fight!" With that, she turned away from the pair of you, walking over to Luffy to catch up with him. As soon as her back was turned the sniper relaxed and withdrew from you with a scowl.

"Nice going, you almost ruined my chances with Uta." His words and tone broke your heart. He really was perusing her after all, this wasn't just some silly crush. And now he was unhappy and it was your fault.

"Usopp, I-" you began, guilt tugging at your heart stings. Robin was right, you were just jealous.

"Save it." he snapped, turning away from you to join your friends in swarming the childhood friends as they bickered over the score of a game they played as kids. You sat to the side by yourself, on the ground and hugging your knees as the pair prepared for another round of this game.

You sighed as they finished, both returning to the camp, still arguing over who won. You tried your hardest not to listen, but you couldn't resist when her tone changed.

"Luffy, why don't you stop being a pirate?" she asked sternly, a harsh juxtaposition for the fun loving attitude she'd kept so far. "You could stay here with me forever, all of you. Wouldn't that be fun?"

For the first time, Usopp seeming uncomfortable by Uta's presence, seemingly wanting out of it as soon as possible. You wished you could have taken a bit of pleasure in noticing, but this was not the right time.

"That sounds great...but," Nami began, laughing nervously. "We can't just stay here forever."

"Yes you can," the idol insisted. "I can give you food and shelter and all the things you could ever want!" she chirped, trying so hard to keep up her friendly demeanor, and failing miserably.

"Sorry, but no." your captain finally said, making an executive order. "Becoming a pirate was always my dream, you know that." He gave her a kind smile, turning to descend the steps of the rock formation you stood atop, laughing her offer off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go back to the Sunny and take a nap!"

"No," she finally growled, head hung in fury. "I wont let you leave."

Pt. 2 coming soon!

#one piece #film red #uta x usopp #usopp x reader #usopp #god usopp #one piece x reader #one piece angst

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Honey Bee / Part One (1)

Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character

Summary: You've been on the road with Led Zeppelin for over two months now, acting as Robert's convenient little companion. It's now the final night of the tour, and tension has been rising. With the addition of Jimmy's new pretty young thing, you find yourself in a situation that just might take the cake for best night of your life...

Warnings: Heavy drug and alcohol use, a bit of heavy petting, slight objectification, degradation kink if you squint really hard, voyeurism

Word count: 2,756

***I've decided to split this into multiple parts since it would be really long if not, and I wanted to post something. Also, keep in mind that I have quite literally NEVER written Robert or Jimmy before. This is my first time, so go easy on me. I'm used to writing Brian May, who is very different lol***

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He just looked so good.

But so did he.

And so did she.

Maybe it was the coke, well and truly infiltrating my system by this point. Or maybe it was a result of my third whiskey. I didn’t care. All she knew was that I’d never been this high, in multiple senses of the word, as I was that performance at Madison Square Garden back in 1973.

Apparently, they rarely, if ever, brought along a girl from a different country to another. And I held onto that feeling. Knowing that Robert Plant saw something in me that was worth bringing along over an ocean was enough to convince me that I had made the right decision to drop everything at home and take off with Led Zeppelin at the height of their success.

Honestly, I was well accustomed to the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle by this point. I’d had one or two encounters with smaller bands that toured within the UK by the time I was 17. But Zeppelin was a whole other ball game. An entirely different planet.

I didn’t care that this would one day end and that I’d go back to my dead job at a record shop. It couldn’t be too bad, right? I mean, if I hadn’t accepted that job in the first place, I would have never had the honour of being on this tour with the world’s greatest band at all.

Never underestimate a rockstar’s tendency to visit downtown music shops.

Robert and I had connected somewhat over our mutual interest in the blues. I slacked off my shift to take him to our storage space, just to let him rifle through the records we’d recently received. One thing led to another and I ended up accepting an open invitation to join him on tour.

19 and on the road with Led bloody Zeppelin.

It was their third and final night in New York, which also marked the last show of the tour. There was a subtle sense of anticipation that built throughout the whole tour, and it materialised progressively through the partying; the drinking, the drugs… the sex.

Everything seemed to get more and more intense every night. And, God, did that night take the win by a fleeting mile.

The fact that they had camera crews filming each move that night seemed to trigger something… feral… in the lads’ performance. I never got tired of watching Robert gyrate during Whole Lotta Love. The energy was potent. Like an intoxicating pheromone.

Usually by this point of the show, Robert would have already taken me somewhere backstage to get his fix–of both me and whatever he could get his hands on–during Moby Dick. But this time, I’d been given nothing but a small kiss and a cheeky smirk before he disappeared with Jimmy.

This left Lila and I dumbfounded.

Lila was a young girl who’d recently turned 18, and we met her the first night we were in New York. As per usual, she’d finessed her way backstage and caught Jimmy’s wandering gaze.

The air crackled with energy as Robert and Jimmy returned, wearing matching mischievous grins towards the end of Bonzo's solo. It was a sight suspicious even for those two.

I couldn't resist teasing Robert, smirking as I asked, "What are you up to?"

His dimple deepened, adding to his already endearing charm, even with a missing tooth. His hand caressed my head, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, darlin'," he purred, leaning in closer. "Just a bit of light conversation."

"Light conversation?" I chuckled, playfully tugging him closer by his belt. "Why would you need that?"

"Don't you worry, sweet girl," he replied, shrouding his words in mystery. This deviation from Robert's usual character intrigued me, but before I could dwell on it, his lips were on mine, trapping me between his body and the wall.

As he pulled back, his lips brushing my nose, I noticed Jimmy and Lila in a similar position down the corridor.

Robert mumbled, "Don't look at them, darlin'," using his finger to redirect my gaze back to his face. His touch grazed my lower lip, gently tugging it down. "You'll have plenty of time to look at them later."

Before I could question his cryptic words, he winked and withdrew, exchanging a knowing smile with Jimmy before they headed back onstage.

The incident lingered at the edge of my consciousness for the rest of the show, and I sensed that Lila was in the same perplexed state. We exchanged subtle, intense looks, an unspoken desire to ask each other what was happening, yet neither of us dared to voice it.

But in the end, I just wanted the show to finish so Robert could drag me wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted to me. Watching him, those jeans clinging to him, the stage lights casting a shimmer over his exposed upper half, and his hair flawlessly bouncing with each thrust and jive, had me squeezing my thighs together from the side of the stage.

Being with the boys since the beginning of the tour gave me time to warm up to Jimmy as well as get to know Robert a little more. Jimmy was never on my radar of attraction, but something about the way he carried himself became more and more alluring. Ominous, almost.

Day by day, I became more and more interested in him.

That’s why, by the end of the last show, I didn’t know who to look at. Robert, Jimmy, and even Lila. It was like I’d just taken a hot oestrogen bath with Eros and Aphrodite.

If there was one thing I knew as clear as day, it was that I wanted them. All of them.

And that’s exactly what I ended up getting.

Within an hour, the customary Zeppelin afterparty was in full swing, taking over the entire ground floor of The Drake and spilling onto multiple floors, transforming the hotel into their own personal playground. The trademark mayhem ensued, marked by bleary-eyed revellers and a steady flow of alcohol that left nostrils white and throats raw from the endless libations.

The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and spilled liquor, punctuated by the echoing laughter and slurred conversational cheering of everyone in attendance. The room seemed to sway slightly, the dim hotel lighting dancing off the walls in a hazy, dreamlike aura. Amidst the chaos, I found myself settled on Robert’s lap on a worn, plush sofa, my limbs weightless.

Robert’s features softened under the influence, and he wore a lopsided grin as he leaned back against the cushions, hands sliding up my legs, one on each side of his hips. His eyes, glazed and partially unfocused, held a distant, dreamy look as he gazed out at the revelry around us. I traced my fingertips along the collar of his blouse, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath the silky fabric.

Beside us, Jimmy and Lila were enveloped in their own intimate world. She exuded an irresistible allure as her dark, cascading hair spilled over the arm of the sofa. Her head, delicately poised on the cushiony surface, seemed to radiate nothing but pure admiration for the guitarist looming over her.

Draped over Jimmy’s lap, her supple body was a study in effortless grace, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft, amber light. Her slender, bare legs extended languorously along the expanse of the sofa. The subtle arch of her foot, adorned with a pair of sleek, platform heels, found a resting place on my thigh, the faint pressure a tangible reminder of her presence. One glance, and you could see right up her flowy mini skirt.

“What are you so smiley about?” I asked Robert with a hum, eyelids hooding as I made the cautious decision to shift my hips against his. The steady grip he had on the backs of my knees rose to the bare space between my knee-high socks and corduroy skirt, fingers gripping onto the flesh of my thighs.

“Hmm… you keep lookin’,” he remarked, his gaze momentarily flickering to Lila’s legs before returning to meet my eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, feeling my cheeks flush with warmth. “No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, attempting to convince him that I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.

His hands gently framed my face, drawing me down closer to him. “No, no, darlin’, you do,” he insisted, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “And that’s okay!” he added, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “In fact, it’s rather preferable.”

He kept his eyes trained on me as one hand guided my head to turn in the direction of Jimmy and Lila. “She is gorgeous, isn’t she, love?” Robert hummed into my ear. Before I could answer, his free hand slid under my skirt, his long fingers teasing my underwear. My breath hitched in my throat, managing to feast my eyes on Lila’s legs freely.

With a bite of my lips, I found myself grinding into Robert’s hand. We both watched with intent as Jimmy’s hand lowered to find comfort under Lila’s skirt. Her girlish giggle cut through the air, making Jimmy chuckle and shift his gaze down to where his hand was.

He caught our eyes, sending us a smirk, his eyes glazed over and face somewhat flushed. Lila was none the wiser as we observed the guitarist’s petting.

That was when Peter decided it would be a good idea to document the completion of yet another successful tour. Successful if you forget the money that had been nicked the day before, but this was a nice respite from that unfortunate incident.

A rather large video camera nestled on his shoulder, Peter sidled over to us, letting out a rambunctious cheer.

“Ayy! Percy and Pagey enjoying the victorious ending to a triumphant tour!” His speech was erratic, loud, and jumbled. But then again, so was everyone’s.

Lila craned her head back to peer up at Peter and his camera, giggling yet again.

“Nothin’ better than a couple of beautiful birds after a show, eh?” He came closer, switching the focus from me and Robert, to Jimmy and Lila, and then back again. “Look at these two cunts stealing away all the totty.”

“It’s the charisma,” Robert chimed, sending a swift middle finger to the camera.

“Is that so?” Jimmy jested from the side, earning a smack on the arm from Robert.

“Don’t be shy, doll, give us a smile!” Peter put the camera right by my face, where I confidently and playfully stuck out my tongue. “Ooh, she likes to put on a bit of a show, Perce.”

I barely registered that Robert's fingers had found their way inside my underwear, massaging diligently at my soaked arousal, but a gentle prod of his middle finger against my clit caused me to jump a little and a small squeak to fall from my lips. Robert let out a boastful laugh, his free hand pushing some of his hair out of his face.

“Ey, I’m not the one kicking my legs about so everyone can see my pants,” I retaliated in the haze of cocaine, pointing in Lila’s direction.

“Not like you haven’t been enjoying the view, Y/N,” Lila purred, lifting a leg up enthusiastically.

“Ayyyy!” Peter cheered, angling the camera just enough to catch Lila’s actions for the brief moment that she did it. “I’m gonna do my rounds, make sure I get everyone, and I’ll be back here in a few.”

I grinned down at Robert as Peter left, looking down at his hand between us.

“I’m not an expert, but something tells me that you quite like the prying eyes of others, darlin’,” Robert said, keeping up with the movements of his fingers.

“Hmm, and what if I do?” I prodded, tilting my head to the side.

I didn’t get a response, only a hand in my hair and a swift pull downwards, my lips crashing against Robert’s wantonly. I basked in the feeling, my hips grinding down yet again as his tongue rolled expertly into my mouth.

Letting out a moan against his lips, I felt a light stroke on my leg that wasn’t from Robert. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Jimmy’s extended arm, his hand resting around Lila’s ankle and his fingers resting just above my socks. Smirking against Robert’s lips, I held onto his shoulders, deepening our kiss.

“D’ya want some more, darlin’?” Robert murmured, reaching down to retrieve the clear plastic bag from his pocket, the same one he had revealed earlier that night.

My response was a whispered, “Yes, accompanied by a mischievous smile.

He gently guided me off his lap, positioning me on the floor between him and the coffee table. With my back to him, I watched as he leaned over to empty the remaining contents of the bag onto the hand mirror that laid on the table, drawing the attention of those around us.

“Lila?” Robert called, turning his attention to the almond-eyed beauty. Her gaze met his, and her eyes lit up in response to his gesture, followed by a nod of acknowledgement. It didn’t take long for Lila to settle in beside me, with Jimmy sitting upright behind her.

“There you go, my sweet little honey bee,” Robert hummed into my ear, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of my neck.

Lila’s delicate fingers trailed over the powdered surface, deftly rearranging the lines into perfect, symmetrical rows. She glanced up at me with a secretive smile, her dark eyes glinting with a shared understanding. The faint scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and musk, mingled with the heady aroma of the night.

With the two rockstars sitting protectively behind us, Lila and I leaned forward, each of us inhaling two lines with practised ease. A subtle thrill coursed through me as my back arched instinctively, responding to the tantalising touch of Robert’s hand settling on my hip, his thumb daring to explore closer to where desire truly lingered.

“We’ve certainly struck gold, haven’t we, Perce?” Jimmy’s voice drifted over, undoubtedly revelling in the captivating sight before him.

As Lila and I continued with our indulgence, the sounds of cheering and hollering filled the air around us, the realisation dawning upon us that we indeed had an audience.

And I relished every moment of it.

Still bent over, I looked over my shoulder, catching Jimmy’s lingering gaze. Our eyes met for a moment, and we sent each other a suggestive smirk before I pulled myself up to lean back against Robert.

“Did you enjoy that, darlin’?” he asked with a knowing grin as I raised my arms behind me to rest them on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up my sides, his touch igniting a fire under the thin material of my skin-tight, long-sleeved top. “You think you could do me the honour and let me have some, too?” he asked again with a playful flare.

“Mhm,” I nodded with a hazy smile. But just as I was about to move out of his way, he stopped me.

“No. Stay,” he gently commanded. Smiling smugly down at my confused face, he grabbed a spoon from the table and scooped up some of the white powder, bringing it closer to me. “Head all the way back, sweetheart.” With a deep breath, I leaned backwards, finding myself half-laying across one of Robert’s thighs. “That’s a good girl…”

I gnawed my lip as I felt the cold edge of the spoon under my neck and across my exposed skin. It was difficult to stay in this pose, especially with Lila's hand on my leg. I was beginning to feel the effects of the fervent stares of the crowd, followed by Peter Grant's roaring laughter.

My eyes fluttered shut as Robert lowered his head and inhaled the cocaine straight off of my skin. He dragged his tongue along the residual powder, accompanying his actions with heated, open-mouthed kisses which he swiftly punctuated with a kiss to my lips.

Boisterous cheering and clapping erupted as Jimmy repeated the action on Lila, the intimacy of the moment intoxicating the four of us. With Robert’s hand on my neck, he continued to kiss me in front of the whole room.

“You ready to put on a proper show for the camera, sweetheart?”

#70s #1973 #led zeppelin #led zeppelin fanfictoin #robert plant #jimmy page #robert plant fanfiction #jimmy page fanfiction #classic rock #classic rock fanfiction #fanfiction #zeppelin

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prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me”

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate”

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

#tcw #clones #501st legion #clone troopers #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars

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The Beatles and Vietnam (part 1/?)

My Roman empire is whenever my favourite bands have songs in my mother tongue. Today's case is the most influential band of all time, The Beatles (now why im sounding like a freaking interviewer). I wanna share yall a 1987 record by an overseas singer named Kiều Nga (overseas artists are conservative due to the complications behind USA's most infamous war crime - Indochina/Vietnam war). It will take me long to explain the whole thing, so i will break it short while writing about that record. You can find it here on Spotify (im so grateful to still get chances to listen to it, bc the real tape costs quite a lot in my currency, but i can link you where to buy. it's around 32$ in foreign currency. and the fact that it still exists tho i thought it would become a lost media 😭)

This is not the only songs that were covered in Vietnamese, as there was this version of Something by Don Hồ (1992), or You won't see me by Thúy-Hà-Tú (a pre-1975 girl band (?)). You can find some other different and later covers besides the 1987 record on a local channel here. The Beatles and Beatlemania became a worldwide phenomenon during the 60s, and in Vietnam it was no exception. There were so many young bands inspired by them, and even one of our big song-writers Phạm Duy was a fan of them. The Beatles left a foot print in our flow of music during the war. And iirc, there was a commotion (?) relating to the rock n roll wave and The Beatles in the late 60s - early 70s. In old magazines, image of The Fab Four were on almost every pages! It shouldn't be a surprise to me but i'm still so shocked to learn about how the 4 guys brought love to my beautiful homeland, and so many early fans who were, and still are in love with them, like me, a youngster in 21st century. I mean, who am i even kidding, not my country being an inspiration behind those well-known songs.

The 1987 tape was produced by Dạ Lan Productions (originally Mây Productions), and it was numbered the 46th.

Some fyi/disclaimer ig: I did mentioned of why this is a conservative topic. I am a nothern Vietnamese. And Dạ Lan Productions was a product by the overseas singers who followed the lead of RVN/South Vietnam. But i have been growing up with many kind of music without bothering to care whether it is against the government's ideal. And i'm not the only one who has that thought. Most Vietnamese are working class/peasants, and not much gain access to higher education. Music is the beauty of life, and the heart of the composer. Whether it's bad or good deed, it's only love that matters. Not like all of us understand the true nature of communism or capitalism, we only want peace and love, and that war is over. Our current government is no longer against most RVN artists and it's legal for this kind of music to be spreading now.

Dạ Lan tape 46 is a cassette tape featured 10 translated Beatles songs by various artists, with Yesterday/Mới hôm qua, And i love her/Và tôi yêu nàng, Here comes the sun/Vầng d��ơng sáng ngời, Michelle/Michelle yêu dấu, Strawberry fields forever/Tình yêu cuối trời on side A; and I want to hold your hand/Đôi tay thiên thần, Let it be/Chớ âu lo, Ob-la-di Ob-la-da/Cuộc tình Desmond Molly, The long and winding road/Dấu đường tình, If i fell/Một mai nếu yêu anh on side B. Most of them stay accurate to the og, except the Vietnamese version of SFF has a whole new name and meaning (roughly translated as Love in the end of the world??). Mind you that when western music arrived to this land as a result of the first colonization by French, there started a trend named "nhạc ngoại lời Việt", which means creating a whole new lyrics on the original foreign song. I mean it's obvious that not many understand about copyright back then, and the music was only circulated in the country. That era was called "Tân nhạc Việt Nam" (Vietnamese modern age music), along with the modern changes of literature and many forms of art. The overseas singers who moved to a new land during the war mostly were against VietCong, so this kind of music was banned in the northern. Except it broke the wall and bridge that held the grudge.

I will make this a long series to break down the history of The Beatles and Vietnam's connection (will have tag as well if anyone's interested and want to follow) and compare the difference between both versions, as well as finding more information on this topic bc im so invested. There are still concerts and shows running by this generation fan of The Beatles, and im so grateful to be a part of it. I mean, isn't it wonderful that The Fab are still listened by 21st children, like what Brian once predicted?

Thanks for coming to my Ted yap (i'm a professional yapper)

#long post #the beatles #vietnam #The Beatles and Vietnam #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr

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mycurrent-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Take A Chance On Me - Chapter Five (Eddie Munson x Reader Series)

Series Summary: Corroded Coffin is lacking only one thing that could help them win the upcoming Battle of the Bands; original songs. So when a new band comes to town with a lead singer that looks all too familiar and a repertoire of original songs up their sleeves, Dustin concocts a plan that will get you to spill all of your songwriting secrets to Eddie. It’s just a few dates, right?

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Word Count: 5.1K

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, 10 Things I Hate About You AU

A/N: I finally managed to chop a chapter in two so this one is more of a reasonable length. Don't worry, we're still a chapter or two away from the angst so let's enjoy this fluff while it lasts. As always, I love and appreciate you all and I hope you like the chapter x

A girl group has taken the judges by surprise this week during the first round of Fort Wayne’s Battle of the Bands. A mixture of pop and rock, their original song You and Your Hand certainly made quite the first impression with its catchy tune and aggressively feminist lyrics. With the first round of the competition seeing mostly covers from the competing bands, You and Your Hand has skyrocketed these talented ladies to the top of the competition and has all eyes on them as the second-round approaches.

“Aggressively feminist lyrics? What does that even mean?” Robin groaned as she peered over the counter to the magazine that sat between you.

“I’m just mad they didn’t mention our name once. We’re just ‘the girl group’ to them,” you said.

“Look on the bright side. We got a whole paragraph about us. Did that dick from the green room get a whole paragraph?”

The question was clearly rhetorical and yet Robin awaited an answer. You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the smile from curving your lips upwards as she began to poke you incessantly.

“No,” you mumbled reluctantly.

“Exactly! Even Eddie Munson only got two sentences and that cover that he did was actually pretty impressive.”

Steve, who was busy restocking tapes, rounded the corner with little interest in the conversation that was being had. It was not necessarily that the topic was boring, but more so the length and frequency in which the magazine article had been discussed that had him utilising the lull in conversation to change the topic.

“Dustin’s been acting weird,” Steve said from across the store.

“Dustin’s always weird,” you said as you glanced down and reread the article.

“No but like weird weird,” Steve continued. “Like the other day he wouldn’t stop asking me questions about you. I don’t know why he thinks I would know what your favourite flower is anyway.”

Your head perked up, now turning your attention fully towards Steve who was balancing a concerningly high mountain of tapes precariously in his arms.

“He was asking questions about me? That is weird.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Steve said.

“Yeah, he asked me what your favourite colour was the other day,” Robin chimed in. “I said it was neon orange as a joke but I think he took me seriously so if you get anything that’s neon orange from him, that’s my bad.”

“Why would he want to know what my favourite colour is?”

“Maybe he has a crush on you!” Robin said excitedly. “Boys are so weird, and I hear having crushes on your babysitters is apparently normal.”

“Or,” you responded, leaning down upon the counter lazily. “He’s just being super weird.”

“Yeah that sounds like the most logical explanation,” Steve said. “Or, wait, when’s your birthday again? Maybe he’s like getting you a gift or something.”

“I’m actually offended you don’t remember.”

“No, wait, it’s in…October, right?”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“Speaking of birthdays,” Robin chimed in. “You’re coming on Friday, right?”

“Of course I am. How could I ever forget my best friend’s birthday?” you said, emphasising the last phrase as you glared at Steve. He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Ok but remember it’s at Steve’s place so if you want to come early and bring your bathers you can. It’s gonna be pretty chill.”

“Unfortunately, Robin, if Steve’s hosting I don’t think it’s going to be all that chill,” you said.

“I may have invited a few more people,” Steve admitted, quickly hiding behind a shelf at the glare that Robin threw him. “But there’ll be lots of pretty girls there now!”

“Ugh, fine,” Robin relented.

The sound of the bell chiming above the door resounded throughout the store so that it had all of your heads turning around simultaneously as two people walked inside. And as if by simply speaking his name you had summoned him, there Dustin Henderson was, his smile growing when his gaze locked with yours. The person accompanying him, so enraptured by what he was saying, failed to notice the attention that had been directed towards him.

“I really don’t understand what is so crucial about getting out a movie right now that we had to speed all the way here. I’m up for most things, Henderson, but I don’t need another speeding ticket just because you had to see Ghostbusters again-” Eddie closed his mouth abruptly as he finally turned his gaze upwards.

And then it all made sense—the speeding and the screaming from the passenger seat for him to go faster—because there you were leaning upon the counter in all of your usual beauty so that Eddie found himself halting in his tracks. He was happy to see you—of course he was happy to see you—but in that moment he wanted nothing more than to bend down and connect his hands with Dustin’s throat. Because Dustin had somehow known that you would be here and he had purposefully withheld that crucial piece of information.

But now as you looked upon him and smiled Eddie begun to panic. He begun to panic because he had come to realise that he needed to prepare himself for any situation where you would be; prepare himself for the racing heart and breathlessness that was like a symptom of your presence. And as he looked upon you he couldn’t help but want to turn and make sure his hair looked at least partly presentable in the reflection of the window or to maybe hide the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear.

Instead, he simply smiled back at you.

“Well speak of the devil,” Steve said, which only caused Eddie’s heart to race faster at the thought that you had been speaking about him when he wasn’t there. Had the conversation been nice or had it been mocking? But then when he turned to look at Steve he noticed that the comment was being directed to Dustin, and the thought both relieved and saddened him.

“What were you talking about me for?” Dustin asked.

“About how weird you are,” Robin answered.

Dustin scoffed.

“My favourite flowers are sunflowers in case you were wondering, Dustin,” you called from your place by the counter. Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Anyway let’s get back to talking about me,” Robin called, drawing your attention back to her. “I’m thinking for the party if-”

Eddie looked on as you smiled up at your friend, body leaning lazily onto the counter as you propped your head up with one hand. It was a nice smile; calm and relaxed and barely there at all in a way that made it seem so real. Eddie wondered what it would be like if he were to brush his finger across that small smile; whether it would grow, whether your lips would be just as soft as he thought they would be under the pad of his finger.

“What party’s this?” Dustin called as he made his way further into the store. Eddie, because he thought it the normal thing to do in such a situation, followed.

“My birthday party,” Robin said back, the smile on her lips betraying how happy she was to be asked such a question.

“Why aren’t I invited?” Dustin asked, the scoff in his voice genuinely offended.

“Because this is an adult party, dingus. No children allowed.”

“Steve!” Dustin pleaded, turning his attention to the boy.

“It’s her birthday. Plus I refuse to babysit at a party so I’m with her.”

For just a moment you noticed Robin’s gaze flick back to you, a devilish grin growing upon her features as she turned instead to look at Eddie.

“But you should come, Munson.”

Eddie, who had been quite distracted as his gaze had flickered down to the hem line of your singlet, admiring the sliver of skin in between where your shirt ended and your shorts began, whipped his gaze instantly upwards at the sound of his name. He blushed violently as he looked upon Robin whose smile only seemed to widen.

“You should come to my birthday. It’s on Friday at Steve’s place. It’ll be pretty chill.”

Eddie’s blush only deepened, his gaze flicking to yours hoping that you hadn’t noticed it. When he found you staring straight back at him he felt like simply keeling over and dying.

“Um,” he began, trying desperately to compose himself. “Parties aren’t really my thing. Plus I won’t know all that many people there so-”

He winced slightly as Dustin collided his elbow with Eddie’s stomach.

“Oh you’ll know heaps of people!” Robin said. “Me and Steve will be there and then there’ll be Vicki and Meg as well and of course you know Y/N.”

“Of course,” Eddie breathed.

“So you’ll come. Perfect!” Robin exclaimed.

Eddie was quite sure he hadn’t given any such affirmation, but he tried to smile nonetheless. Because when his gaze flicked back to yours you were still looking at him, that soft smile still in place although now it was directed solely towards him.

“Oh and don’t feel pressured to get me a present but I’m not going to say no if you bring one.”

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The party was, by all accounts, exactly what Eddie had been expecting.

But that didn’t mean that he was any more prepared for it.

There he stood upon the threshold of Steve Harrington’s driveway, a place he never expected to be, looking out upon the house where the front door was opened wide, beckoning him inside. And even from where he stood he could still see the throngs of people through the windows, the sound of some popular song blasting out into the surrounding woods; just another contributing factor that was making him want to leave.

The house was so very big, far bigger than Eddie thought a single family would ever need to own. And, in truth, the sight of it scared him. He would get lost in there, he was quite sure. He would get lost in all of those bedrooms and bathrooms and whatever other rooms rich people needed and he would never be able to find the one person he had come to this damn house to see.

But then, for just a moment as if the house had known what he was searching for and had offered it to him in welcoming, there you were within the doorway, laughing brightly with a cup held within one hand. The image of you was fleeting because of course you did not look out into the driveway, and Eddie was quite grateful for that fact for he would not know how to explain his lingering. But then you were leaving, being pulled further into the house by a hand whose origin was unknown. The sight made him jealous and restless and wishing that he could touch your hand like that. He imagined the skin to be soft under his own, warm under his own, his hands bigger than yours as he entwined your fingers with his.

When he could no longer see you through the opened doorway he found his feet moving below him seemingly of their own volition as he made his way down the driveway and hesitantly stepped through the door. The music was louder now, almost deafening both in the sense that he hated whatever was being played and that the volume was most certainly turned up to its maximum so that he had the urge to reach up his hands and cover his ears. Eddie’s eyes scanned the house as he walked tentatively forwards, searching for any sign of a familiar face but mostly searching for you.

But the more he looked the more he found that he did recognise most of the faces that were staring back at him. He recognised them from the halls of the very place he called Hell. He recognised them from the jeering and taunting and the insults that they had thrown at him. And although he knew in the back of his mind that they surely all weren’t staring at him, in that moment he felt surrounded by a sea of his bullies, and the thought terrified him.

It terrified him so much that he instantly turned right back around, chastising himself for thinking that attending such a party had ever been a good idea in the first place. He would run, he decided, just like he always did because he could not fathom staying for any longer. But then as he turned and as he rushed forwards he wholeheartedly failed to notice the person who had been behind him and crashed straight into them.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” he hastily said, pulling himself away.

But then you were looking back up at him and he felt the breath leave his lungs all at once. Because suddenly he was back in that hallway on that fateful day where you had bumped into him although now instead of glancing only fleetingly towards him, your eyes were now locked with his. And a wide smile was spreading across your features.

“Eddie!” you called slightly too loud that had Eddie’s heart skipping within his chest.

He could tell you were tipsy, drunk even from the way your eyes seemed to struggle to focus. But then his own mouth was widening into a smile, because even though you were undoubtedly intoxicated, you were still happy to see him. And the thought made something warm erupt within his chest.

“You came!” you called again. “Robin didn’t think you’d come but I knew you would. You’re just really late.”

“I’m fashionably late,” Eddie called back and because the music was just so damn loud he found himself leaning down towards you.

“No, I was fashionably late. You’re just late late.”

A laugh escaped Eddie’s lips.

“But that doesn’t matter now that you’re here,” you continued. “Everyone else is out by the pool. But we need to get you a drink first. You’ve got some catching up to do.”

And then you were reaching out your hand and grabbing Eddie’s within your own, pulling him towards the kitchen. The action had his breath hitching in his throat and his heart beginning to race as he let himself be dragged throughout the house. He had been right, he realised as he found his gaze unable to move from where your hand was entwined with his. Your skin was soft against his and his hand did seem to completely engulf your own and whilst your skin was not entirely warm from the drink that you had been holding only moments before, it was heating up the longer he held it.

But then as a drink was shoved into his free hand and as he was quite unceremoniously pulled back through the house and out towards the pool, he felt your grip fall from his as the two of you joined the rest of the group that was lounging around the sunchairs. Eddie found himself having to refrain from following your hand as it left his own, pulling his lips into a smile when he realised that the attention of the group had turned to him.

“You came!” Robin called, also quite drunk.

A round of greetings erupted sporadically from the group as Eddie took the seat next to you. There was Steve and Robin sitting side by side across from you and then the girls from your band sitting on your other side, the red-headed one cuddled up against an unfamiliar guy in such a way that Eddie almost thought she looked uncomfortable.

But then you were readjusting yourself on the seat next to him so that now your thigh was firmly pressed up against his and Eddie felt all coherent thoughts leave his mind. You were in a dress; a very pretty dress but a short one admittedly so there was an unencumbered view of your legs right there beside him. The sight made him think only of the cold that surrounded you now that the summer sun had long since gone so that he thought he should probably offer you his jacket. But then, as he turned to look at you and noticed the goosebumps that lined the skin of your arms, he found himself shrugging out of his jacket and draping it around your shoulders before he had even made the decision to do so.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, slightly surprised but smiling up at Eddie nonetheless.

When he turned back to look at the group he found that everybody was looking at him, and the attention caused a deep blush to form upon his cheeks.

“May I have a jacket, Steve?” Robin asked, her words slurred slightly.

“I literally told you to bring one before you came,” Steve responded.

The party was nice. Nicer than Eddie had been expecting at least, and he was quite certain that that was largely due to the fact that you had been sitting next to him for the majority of the night. There had of course been the times when you had gotten up to get a drink or when you had been dragged inside by your friends to dance. Eddie had watched you through the glass doors, a drink still in your hand, your other one occupied by Robin who spun you around her lazily. The sight had brought a small smile to his lips.

But even when you had not been by his side, Eddie still found that he was having marginally more fun than what he had expected. Your friends were cool, he realised. Cool in the sense that they always tried to include him in the conversation and laughed at his jokes and made no comments whatsoever when he extracted his cigarettes from his pocket.

But now, with you back in the sunchair beside him, all of your friends having retreated back inside for some purpose or another, Eddie was so monumentally grateful to Robin for having invited him. For in all of his dreams and all of his fantasies he had never quite expected that he would ever find himself in a situation where he was lying next to you on a singular sunchair, the space wholeheartedly unequipped to house the both of you so that you were practically lying on top of him. You had placed his jacket over the both of you now so that it acted as a blanket, your eyes fixated upon the stars above you as Eddie pretended that his were too.

“Did you see the article about the comp?” you asked, your voice quiet next to his ear.

“Yeah. The stuff they wrote about you was so cool.”

“They didn’t even mention our name.”

“Well still, at least you’ll be known for your aggressively feminist lyrics.”

You groaned, smiling at Eddie as he laughed.

“Are you going to do all covers for the comp?” you asked.

“No, I’m hoping to finish some originals,” Eddie said back. “I just didn’t finish anything in time for the first round.”

“Well your unbelievable guitar skills got you through so you don’t really have much to worry about.”

“You think my guitar skills are unbelievable?” Eddie asked, his words coming out slightly breathless. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Yeah well don’t get used to it. We’re still enemies until the comps over.”

Eddie chuckled.

“No but seriously,” you continued. “I don’t understand how you learned that insane solo so quickly. That album has only been out for like a month.”

“I’ll let you in on my secret,” Eddie said, leaning down until his mouth was inches from your ear. He could feel the heat emanating off your skin and became overwhelmed by the scent of your perfume so that, for just a second, Eddie forgot what he was saying. “I made a deal with the devil.”

Eddie couldn’t help his gaze from flickering over to you as a laugh escaped your lips.

“So what’s stopping you from finishing the songs?” you questioned.

“Well I’ve got this one that’s practically finished but there are just these chunks of lyrics throughout it that I just can’t seem to fill.”

“I wouldn’t overthink it if I were you,” you said. “Most of the time if I have blank spaces in songs I’ll just fill them with words that aren’t words until I can think of something better. Or I’ll just leave them in.”

“Words that aren’t words?”

“Yeah, you know, like Do Do Do or Na Na Na.”

A devilish grin grew upon Eddie’s lips.

“Do you have a pen?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Na Na Na is lyrical genius, I need to write it down.”

He laughed as you punched him in the arm.

“Oh shut up.”

“No I’m being serious, I think it could really work in the song.” Eddie couldn’t quite wipe the smile from his face.

“You’re the worst.”

A silence lingered between you for a moment. Eddie watched as the condensation of your breath became visible in the air before him. He thought of reaching over just slightly to entwine his hand with yours once more. It was sitting so close to him, resting lazily upon your thigh so that it would take barely any movement at all to reach it. He would take it slowly, he thought, inch his hand over bit by bit until he could wrap his pinkie around yours. It would give you time to pull away if you so wished; give you time to reject him.

But before Eddie had time to do any of that he noticed as your breathing started to deepen. Slowly, he turned his head towards where you were resting against him only to find your eyes softly closed and your mouth slightly open. You were sleeping, he realised, sleeping with your head leaning against his shoulder, and the sight brought a wide smile to his lips. Gently, he reached over and tried to tuck his jacket further around you before turning back to stare at the stars, revelling in the feeling of your warmth.

It wasn’t long before his own eyelids begun to grow heavier, fluttering closed every so often as Eddie struggled to force them back open. You shifted slightly in your sleep, snuggling somehow closer towards Eddie as he froze in place, anxious not to wake you. But when it was clear that you were indeed still asleep, he relaxed back into your touch, feeling his own breathing begin to deepen and slow.

When his eyes fluttered closed once more, he could have sworn that they only remained like that for a few seconds. But when he pulled them back open he found himself swallowing a scream, the unexpected sight of Steve Harrington standing before him.

“Sorry. I didn’t realise anyone was still out here,” Steve said, his voice soft as he noticed your form beside Eddie’s. He was holding a garbage bag in one hand and an empty beer bottle in the other, the latter frozen in place as he took in the sight before him.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was,” Eddie said, pulling himself up slightly whilst trying not to wake you.

“There’s a spare room upstairs if you want to take it,” Steve continued, finally throwing the beer bottle into the bag. “Robin’s already in one though so there’s just the one bed. I don’t know if…”

Eddie found himself thankful for the darkness that surrounded him, for it meant that Steve was unable to see the vibrant blush that dominated his features.

“No, I’ll get going,” he hastily said before turning to look back down at you. “I can drive her home if you want. Or we could just put her upstairs.”

“You should probably wake her up and ask her that question,” Steve said with a slight furrow of his brows.

Eddie’s blush only deepened.

“Yeah, yeah, right, of course.”

In truth, the thought of waking you had seemed out of the question in his mind. So as Eddie turned towards you, one hand outstretched, he found himself hesitating.

“I haven’t seen her like this in ages, you know?” Steve said, his voice filling the silence.

“Like what?” Eddie questioned.

“I don’t know…comfortable, I guess.”

Eddie furrowed his brows.

“She’s just never quite comfortable around new people,” Steve tried to elaborate. “Especially guys. She hasn’t had the best run with guys and dates and stuff so it’s nice seeing her like this.”

Eddie found himself so painfully curious and yet he refrained from questioning Steve any further. He would not pry if you did not want him to.

“What I’m trying to say,” Steve continued. “Is don’t hurt her, yeah? Cause I will beat you up if you do.”

Eddie swallowed and then nodded.

“Noted.”

In the end, Eddie didn’t have to wake you up as you begun to stir beside him. You groaned slightly before bringing a hand up to rub at your head, the beginnings of a hangover already tickling your mind.

“Shit, did I fall asleep?” you asked, your gaze flicking from Eddie to Steve. “What time is it?”

“Late,” was all Steve replied with.

“Damn. Sorry Steve, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“There’s the spare room upstairs if you want it.”

“Nah, I should get home. A nice walk will wake me right up.”

“No!” Eddie and Steve said in unison. They looked towards each other and then looked to you, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s really not that f-”

“I’ll drive you home,” Eddie said, his voice slightly more stern then he was expecting, leaving no room for argument.

“Are you sure?” you continued anyway. “My house is literally only like five minutes away so-”

“Well then it’ll be a quick drive then, won’t it?” Eddie responded with a smile.

“Ugh, fine,” you relented, the small smirk upon your lips betraying your fake annoyance. “Great party tonight, by the way, Harrington,” you continued, walking over to him to offer a quick side hug in departure.

Eddie couldn’t quite help the small pang of jealousy that erupted within him at the sight of Steve’s arms wrapping around you. He turned his head away, knowing that his scowl was unwarranted and slightly stupid and yet seemingly unable to wipe it from his features. When he turned back to look at you, however, you were smiling sweetly up at him, and any animosity he was feeling was forgotten instantly.

“The chariot awaits, m’lady,” Eddie said.

Your smile widened.

As you made your way back through the house, collecting your bag as you went, Eddie found his gaze fixated upon you. The change was only miniscule, but he could still tell that your legs were slightly unsteady beneath you. His vigilance became warranted when you exited through the front door, one foot tripping over the doorframe. Eddie’s hands instinctively shot out and connected with your hips before pulling you back against him, lingering slightly longer than was strictly necessary before he hastily let you go.

“You’re awfully keen to help me considering I’m the only thing standing between you and winning the competition.”

Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“Well then I’d have to start talking to girls who actually like me, and what’s the fun in that?”

A bout of laughter escaped your throat.

“Like you could find one,” you retorted.

“Ooh, see, that there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?”

You chuckled as Eddie opened the passenger door for you.

In the end, Eddie found himself wholeheartedly disappointed that you had been right.

The drive was short.

It was so painstakingly short that you had barely spoken a word to each other before he found you directing him to park in your driveway. He did as he was told, albeit begrudgingly and was quite surprised and altogether overjoyed when you did not get out immediately. Your gaze turned towards his.

“I hope tonight wasn’t too awful for you. I know parties aren’t really your thing and-”

“I actually had a great time,” Eddie found himself interjecting.

“Really?” you questioned.

“Yeah, really. There was this one girl that was sitting next to me the whole night that was really annoying but everyone else was kinda cool.”

You punched him in the shoulder and he laughed.

“You’re such a dick.”

When you said it, you were smiling.

A silence lingered between you then as you continued to look up at Eddie and as he continued to look down at you. The air within the car seemed to grow thicker in that moment, almost palpable so that Eddie found himself struggling to breath properly. He was itching to reach out and touch you; brush your hair back from your face or run his fingers along the curve of your jaw or place his hand on the bareness of your thigh. You were closer now, he realised, but whether it was because you had leaned forwards or he had he wasn’t quite sure. Your perfume was quite intoxicating this close up.

And then you were leaning in even further and Eddie found himself doing the same so that now your lips were just inches apart. He could feel the heat emanating off your skin and could hear nothing other than the rapid beating of his heart. For just a moment, his gaze flickered down to your lips, so soft and so supple before him. The sight of them so close made something stir within him; something hungry. And just as he was about to work up the courage to close that final distance, just as he was about to give himself permission to finally devour you, he smelt it.

The scent of alcohol was so overwhelming pungent around you that he wondered how he had ever missed it.

So Eddie did something he never thought he would ever have the strength to do.

He pulled away from you.

And whilst the look of pain that flashed across your features was so painstakingly obvious, whilst he wholeheartedly hated when your gaze departed from his and would not return, he could not quite find it in himself to regret his actions.

“You’re drunk,” he whispered into the silence that lingered between you, hoping, begging for you to understand.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you whispered back, your gaze looking anywhere but to him.

“Y/N, I’m sor-” he tried to say.

“No, you’re fine. I was just being stupid. Thanks for the ride, Munson.”

And then you were gathering your bag and hastily opening the door of his van. His hand shot out seemingly of its own volition as it connected with your wrist. You paused, your gaze flicking down to where Eddie was holding you before finally turning your head to look back at him.

“I want to, I promise. I just-” Eddie began again.

“Eddie,” you interjected again. “It’s fine. I promise.”

And then your wrist was slipping from Eddie’s grip as you closed the door behind you. Before you left you offered him one last smile which Eddie thought must have been a good sign. He so wished it was a good sign. But then, just as you tore your gaze from his, he could see it so plainly within your eyes.

He could see you, brick by brick, carefully rebuilding your walls.

The sight broke his heart.

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50 Things for My 50th Birthday - Now With 10 Bonus Things!

50 Things for My 50th Birthday

A continuation of my 40 Things for 40 List, with 10 additional entries for 50. Plus 10 Bonus Things!

Originally written December 2013 on my 40th birthday. It's a list of bits of wisdom I wish I had known when I was younger. Every item has a story behind it. I don't know if this is original, intelligent, humorous, creative, interesting, or valuable to anyone other than myself. But it means something to me.

Maybe someday I'll write an annotated version of the list with the stories for each one. Then that would turn into a book. Maybe it's better to give short snippets and remain mysterious than to overshare everything. December 2023.

40 Things for my 40th Birthday: 12/2013

1. The Universe has a sense of humor which manifests itself as irony. Take time to stop and notice the big glowing neon signs that point to irony.

2. Karma, like gravity, is a force of nature. It does not discriminate. It balances your actions and consequences like balancing an equation.

3. It’s better to be single and alone than be in a bad relationship for the sake of being in a relationship.

4. See the patterns and interconnections - streams, veins in leaves, flowers, moss, agates, geodes, galaxies, calendars, time – it is beautiful and awesome.

5. Every day is different. If today is shitty, tomorrow will be shitty in a different way.

6. Look for the positive. Thousands of things go right every day.

7. Have a good work ethic. Do your best, but don’t let perfectionism interfere.

8. Know your history. Remember your ancestors and family. You could not be who and where you are without all of their hard work.

9. Don’t bite the hook.

10. Don’t feed the troll.

11. Remember Professor Remus Lupin’s Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons – Ridiculous, Expecto Patronum, and Chocolate.

12. Learn crafts – sewing, knitting, beading, etc. – it enriches life. It’s fun to give surprise presents to people.

13. Dream out loud at high volume. Turn it up to 11.

14. No good deed goes unpunished.

15. The Platinum Rule: Treat people how they want to be treated.

16. Always have 2 weeks’ supply of socks and underwear.

17. Invest in good bras. Your back and boobs will thank you later in life.

18. Always wear comfortable shoes. Your feet will thank you later in life.

19. Don’t waste time in front of the mirror. Save money. Cosmetics are optional.

20. Do not fester. To fester is bad. Don’t bottle things up for years. When you eventually explode, it only frightens, confuses, and pisses off the target of your nuclear blast, and innocent bystanders may be injured.

21. Don’t confuse lust for love. Lust and love are not the same thing. Don’t allow physical attraction to obscure reality. Ask questions. You might not like the answers but ask anyway.

22. Beware of charming men. They use sexual energy to get attention and evoke a reaction, like using glamour magic. The feeling is fleeting. It’s nothing special.

23. Don’t wait by the phone or the computer. When a man says, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he probably won’t. He might intend to call, but he doesn’t know which tomorrow he means – 24 hours, 6 months, 8 years later. Don’t take it personally.

24. Diamonds are not a girl’s best friend. You don’t need a ring. A loving relationship is the real treasure.

25. U2 is the greatest rock ‘n roll band and “Achtung Baby” is the greatest rock ‘n roll album in the entire Universe.

26. You are your own worst enemy. You are the only enemy you will ever have. Stop listening to the Itty Bitty Shitty Committee.

27. You are your own best ally. You are the only ally you will ever have. Never betray yourself to others or to yourself.

28. It is what it is.

29. Chill the fuck out.

30. On the subject of Big Girl Panties: Pull them up. Deal with it, whatever it is. They can be She-Ra Princess of Power, Wonder Woman, or Tinkerbell Underoos. In times when you can’t pull up your Big Girl Panties, get some Coping Skills so you can deal with it. Use Coping Skills until the problem is solved or the situation subsides. Repeat as necessary. Coping skills will eventually become the New Normal way of dealing with it.

31. Learn as many life skills as you are capable of doing - housekeeping, home repairs, yard maintenance, gardening, cooking, car maintenance, etc. Be as self-sufficient as possible.

32. Know when to ask for help. Offer to help others too. Know when to hire professionals to do the job.

33. Felines are the best animals ever in the history of all species on Earth. Being a Crazy Cat Lady is wonderful. It’s the cats who are crazy.

34. Read everything. Read constantly. Develop highly effective writing and verbal skills. Clear communication is essential.

35. Book smarts, diplomas, and degrees are not an accurate measure of intelligence. Common sense, ability, skill, and experience are most important.

36. No one likes an insufferable know-it-all. Don’t correct others even if you are right – unless it is a life-or-death situation.

37. Practice mindfulness. Orient your perception to the meta level.

38. Be grateful and express gratitude.

39. Be compassionate, sympathetic, and empathetic – even to people you dislike or who dislike you. Everybody hurts. Everybody has bad days. Understand that.

40. Remember the reason why you had your ears pierced on your 30th birthday. Enjoy the small pleasures of life: favorite foods, scents, sights, sounds, clothes, jewelry, and all the pretty things. These are what the dead remember and desire the most.

50 Things for My 50th Birthday: 12/2023

41. Toxic Situations: Know when to get out on your terms while you still have options. Leave before they force you out. Otherwise, you could be left scrambling and everything is worse.

42. The Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42, obviously. (Thanks to Douglas Adams.) 42 is the atomic number of molybdenum. 42 divine beings, with Osiris, Ma’at, and Thoth in the Hall of Truth, judge souls before they enter the afterlife in Egyptian mythology.

43. Dialectical Behavior Therapy skills, motherfucker, do you use them? You spent 2 years in Fight Club. Strive to be skillful every day. The core skill sets are mindfulness, distress tolerance, emotional regulation, and interpersonal effectiveness. Remember your values. Remember Wise Mind. Remember Radical Acceptance.

44. Gaslighting: Discussing problems is complaining. Telling the truth is causing trouble. Explaining yourself is making excuses. Asking questions is undermining others, making others look bad, or challenging authority. Challenging hurtful comments is not knowing how to take a joke. Expressing emotional needs is neediness. Expressing emotions is seeking attention. Showing confidence and intelligence and using an above-average vocabulary is being a bitch, being a know-it-all, or flexing your education and experience.

45. You need people whether or not you like it. Remember the pandemic lockdown. Remember working from home for a year and a half. You thought you trained your whole life as an introvert for that historic moment and would be excellent at it. No. It was objectively bad. It was a disaster. You need people. Be a better daughter, sister, and friend to the people in your life.

46. People change for better or worse. People will drift in and out of your life. People grow apart. This is a natural part of life. Accept it.

47. Magical Thinking: It’s one thing to know better. It’s an entirely different thing to do better. This is stupid behavior. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, how hard you work, or how good your intentions are. It’s never going to work out how you want it to. It’s never going to get better. And no one cares. Accept responsibility for your part in it. Don’t make excuses. Do something different. Do better. Change.

48. “Do or do not, there is no try” is fundamentally bad advice. Yoda’s lesson led Luke to black-or-white thinking. What would Spock or Picard teach Luke about learning a new skill? Get up and do it again until you can do it or find another way to do it.

49. Everybody is sick of your shit. Everybody, including you, is sick of your shit.

50. On the subject of Giving a Fuck: You either give too many fucks or you never have enough fucks to give. You need to practice, as the internet meme says, “moderate fuck distribution.” Ask yourself when you truly feel like you have zero fucks to give, are you completely out of fucks? Can you have a fuck debt, have a negative number of fucks? Or does something magical happen? Like a mint in the bottom of your purse, like loose change between seat cushions, like a potato chip under the fridge, there is always one more fuck to give. Like a free play token or an extra life in video game, one more fuck will magically appear. That one magical fuck will be dirty, hard, bitter, and broken, but it will be there when you need it. That one magical fuck can be saved or given as needed until you can replenish your regular supply of fucks.

BONUS CONTENT: I have more than 10 things to add to the list of 50 things.

Life is unpredictable. I don’t know if I’ll live another 10 years to continue the list, so I’m writing 10 Bonus Things. Everyone loves free bonus things!

51. “If I don’t do what my parents want, they will be mad at me.” WHAT? Did you just say the quiet part out loud? Every decision in your life is based on it! How can you be in the fifth decade of your life on this planet? Are you even an adult?

52. You can’t be needy if you don’t have needs. Meet your needs for yourself. No one else will. If there’s the slightest stink of neediness on you, people will abuse and reject you.

53. Don’t have expectations of others. Don’t engage in wishful thinking. Stop wanting people to demonstrate their feelings or care for you in the way you want. They won’t. It’s never going to happen. If you ask for what you want, then you are needy or attention-seeking. Accept what they offer as they give it, even if doesn’t meet your expectations, even if it’s nothing. That may be the only thing they can offer or the only way they know how to express it.

54. Most of being an adult is lying to everyone that everything is okay and that you are fine, when in reality your life is an unbearable mess, and you are not anywhere close to being okay.

55. Nothing you do is ever good enough for others. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. It never changes.

56. “Use it or lose it.” You refused to believe it until you quit using it and you lost it. You don’t need to look in the mirror to see it. How does your body feel? Get up, girl, and use it.

57. No one gets out of here alive. Prepare for your death. Don’t leave the burden of your funeral plans, estate, and debts to your family, friends, or strangers. If you worked on projects or created things with other people, include it in your will. Your legacy, and that of others, literally could be thrown away. If you don’t tell people what you want, they will get it wrong. Then you’ll have to come back and haunt the fuck out of those people.

58. There’s no escaping your past, especially with family. They remember everything. Every obnoxious thing you did as a teenager. Every time you freaked out. Every time you had a bad day. Every mistake you made. Every mental health breakdown. It doesn’t matter how hard you work to change and overcome your problems. You’ll always be that past worst version in their minds, and they’ll hold it against you forever.

59. Your family is never going to forgive you for getting a degree in English. It’s always going to come down to their misperception that you are nitpicking and correcting them when you’re not. They’re going to throw it in your face like a glass of ice water.

60. Remember the “Litany Against Fear” from Dune. You memorized it when you were 15 years old. It still works.

#50th birthday #gen x #generation x #things i wish i knew #advice to younger self #adulting #life advice #50 years old #memoir #autobiography

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Assertive (2) | Billy Hargrove

Passive, as told from Billy’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- Passive. Reader’s POV

- x Reader (Y/N)

- Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

❪ FEM! ❫

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𖥻 original prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’

𖥻 no connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 3.6k words

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A week. It had been a week of dealing with Y/N. She was stubborn, I’d go as far as to say she was impossible some days. I’d managed to get her to let me drive her to and from school a few times, mostly by keeping her a little after class so she would miss the bus, but she would spend the whole ride talking to Max.

Max and Y/N had become insufferably close, so close that Max and Y/N were happily immersed in their conversation and didn’t even notice me waiting so that Y/N and I could go to class together.

I hated how she didn’t pay much attention to me, I was always shut down. She didn't even look at me when I sighed in defeat and walked into the school without her. At least there was the positive that talking to Max meant she was talking, instead of side eying me and waiting for our time together to come to an end.

“Billy!” Tommy shouted as I walked into the classroom, I nodded at him and went to my seat. Tommy pushed off the desk he was leaned against, coming over and talking the empty seat beside me.

Y/N’s seat.

“What have you been doing?” Tommy smiled “Or, who have you been doing?”

I rolled my eyes at his idiotic attempts at conversation, usually it wouldn’t bother me to talk about sex but since I’d been hanging out Y/N, I hadn’t been fooling around.

“Just living” I shrugged.

“Dude, come on. Ive seen you running around with that girl”

“There’s nothing to tell. Y/N is my… friend” It felt odd calling a girl, anyone at all, my friend. But I wanted Tommy to stop bothering me, I’d realised that something Y/N disliked was my temper so I was trying to stay calm.

“You’re friends with a girl?” Tommy scoffed, and I admit I knew it was a wild concept.

Looking at the doorway, I watch as Y/N walks in. The wind had made her hair a little messy, and I couldn’t help the deep feeling of longing. Her eyes land on me and I felt like someone was punching me in the stomach again, I wanted to stroke a hand through her hair in a lazy attempt to tame it as a poorly executed excuse just to touch her.

“Move” I said brashly.

Tommy chuckled awkwardly, forcing our laughter as he looked at me in confusion. “What?”

“You’re in her seat”

Y/N purses her lips as she reaches the table, tightening her grip on her books “Sorry” She sighs. Rocking back and fourth on her heels. She had a bad habit of apologising for things she wasn’t at fault for i’d noticed.

Tommy looks at me one last time before hurrying away, taking his place at his normal table. I look to Y/N as she moves beside me, silently taking her seat.

“Hey” I tuck my lip between my teeth to stop myself from smiling like an idiot at her.

She rolls her eyes and puts her notebook on the table “I saw you less than 3 minutes ago”

I watch as she clicks her pen and starts mindlessly drawing spirals on the lines page, a bored expression already playing on her face. Pay attention to me!

“You have to say ‘hey’ back, it’s considered rude to not reply”

Her eyes immediately met mine, and it was like I could hear the blood pumping through my body. She had her eyebrows furrowed, fist clenching the pen tightly, and just as she opened her mouth to say something the teacher came in and she looked away from me in defeat. What was she planning to say? It’s likely she was going to just tell me off for being an asshole, but maybe I had done it already and she was hopelessly devoted to me.

She probably wanted to spend hours just talking, listening to music and enjoying each other’s company. Unwind after a long day or fall asleep in each others arms.

Show me all her favourite books, works of art, and movies that she loves. She’d beg and beg for me to take her back to California so she could see where I grew up, and i’d get to show her how much I used to love surfing.

“Stop looking at me” Y/N frowned. I raised an eyebrow slowly, resting it on the table and waiting for her to give in. She sighed, as if accepting it and allowing a smile to slowly break out of my face “Hey”

Picking up one of her pens, I began twirling it in my hand like a drumstick and looking at what was writhing on the whiteboard at the front of the class. I didn’t really known what we were doing, Y/N always did the work and I wanted to help her but I also enjoyed watching her focus.

Dropping the pen on the desk, already bored of it, I turned my chair to look at her completely. “What kind of music do you like?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because”

Waiting, I watched her roll her eyes and I knew she was contemplating if she wanted to make a snide comment or be nice to me. “Same as you, I guess”

“You guess?”

“Music, Billy, I like music.” She waved a hand at me, as if she was shooing me away from her “Don’t bug me about if i prefer… Mötley Crüe to Duran Duran”

I knew for a fact she liked Motley. I’d not only seen her quietly singing along in the car, but i’d also gone passed her window— and by passed I mean, I had started walking to knock on her door but something stopped me and I ended up just slowly backing away until I heard music and noticed her jumping around.

“But you do prefer Motley right? I heard you listening to them the other day” I nod and she once again furrows her eyebrows. Every time she did that I wanted to put my finger between her brows again, I liked the way she went blank for a few seconds when I did that. “You should really close your curtains if you’re going to dance in your bedroom without wanting me to see it”

“Don’t look in my bedroom window, it’s that easy. Freak”

Freak? Me? I let out a low laugh before leaning as close to her as I could, keeping enough distance so that I wouldn’t do anything crazy. “Yeah. Maybe I am a freak, but I think you’d like it”

Her jaw dropped, I studied her face and I could see the cogs turning in her head again. Every thought she thank seemed to be obvious to me somehow. That I was twisting her words. That she kind of liked it.

Before she could say anything, the teacher interrupted. “Billy, Y/N. This is not your lunch break, back to work”

I snatched a piece of paper from Y/N and twisted my seat so I could look like I was hard at work. As soon as she looked away from us I slouched and stopped pretending to write. Drawing random shapes on the page, and sighing aloud to myself. I could see Y/N’s arm in my peripheral vision, and I carefully moved my arm to brush against hers, the slight contact sending a chill up my spine. She didn’t move away and maybe I liked that.

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I tried to catch up with Y/N after class but she was too fast, and I couldn’t manage to squeeze past the crowd of mostly girls that were gathering around me. Word had spread about celibacy and they all wanted to be the one to bring me back to my usual ways.

“Sorry, I really have to go” I forced a fake smile, peeling one of the girls off my arm. She was gripping me like she was a toddler and I was her favourite toy.

I ignored the pleas and whines, no matter how nice it felt to hear those girls screaming my name I had something else on my mind.

Y/N was opening up, she was welcoming the though that I wasn’t as bad as she believed, I just knew it.

Racing to to my car I tapped my foot impatiently as I leaned against the hood and waited for Max.

“Where’s Y/N, I wanted to tell her something” Max frowned, taking her backpack off.

“Caught the bus, let’s go already”

“What did you do?” Max glared at me as we climbed in.

“Nothing” I spoke through gritted teeth “She just didn’t want a ride today.”

Max muttered something but I was too focused on getting back to our house quickly to care if she was insulting me. We had to be back before she was.

I slammed the car door behind me as I got out, adjusting my jacket collar and leaning against the car with my eyes on the street. The bus pulled up a minute later, and I watched as the doors opened, allowing Y/N to step off.

It kind of shocked and amazed me that no one else was running in circles for her, she was the best this town had to offer and I was the only one to notice. That’s good thought, it means I don’t have competition yet.

She fixes the straps of her bag and I excitedly jog down my driveway, trying to act casual and tucking my hands in my pockets as I pass her mailbox.

People on the bus looked out the window and Y/n looked back at them awkwardly. “Yes?”

I let a smirk break out on my face “Got you so worked up you couldn’t spend another minute with me without throwing yourself at me today, didn’t i?”

Why else would she run away after I was a gentleman. Well, as gentlemanly as I could be.

She scoffed an unimpressed look on her face as she stared at me. “Oh of course, i’ve had nothing but you on my mind all day”

“Really?” I tried not to sound to hopeful or excited but I couldn’t help it, I was practically bouncing on my feet.

She groaned “No!” and it felt like a different kind of punch to the gut than I had felt this past week, the others were a ‘good’ punch. Relieving, warming. but this one was like a real punch, it stung.

Y/N turned away, beginning to walk up her driveway towards the house and I recomposed my slightly bruised ego and went after her. She opened the front door and turned to look at me again, pointing her finger at me, only a few inches away, if I ook one step forward we’d be touching.

“Down boy. Sit. Stay.”

I exhaled sharply out my nose. She was treating me like an animal, and I was one, but I was certainly not her pet. “If you’re going to treat me like a dog you could at least call me a good boy”

“You have to be good for that”

“Do I get in trouble if i’m bad?” Leaning my arm on the doorframe, she stared at me for a few seconds and I felt like my mouth had been stuffed with cotton. I had nothing else to say but I wanted to speak again.

After what felt like a month staring at her face she closed the door in my face and I gawked. Only girls fathers had ever done that to me.

I walked across the lawn, stopping on the grass and looking up at the window I knew was to Y/N’s bedroom. I wondered what it looked like inside, you couldn’t see much from down here other than if the light was on or not.

She appeared by the window, tying her hair up with the adorable aggravated look on her face and I smiled, watching her turn to look out the window. Was she going to check if I was out by my car? Did she miss my presence?

Her eyes landed on me and I swallowed hard before lifting my hand to wave at her. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, aggressively pulling her curtains shut and making me laugh.

I sighed, almost laughing to myself in amusement “She’s so cute”

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Waking up on Saturday morning, I was practically up with the sunrise. All my thoughts were about how I couldn’t wait to see Y/N on Monday.

After staring at the ceiling for maybe an hour, I heard the door open and close. Getting up, I peeked out my window and watched my father’s car pull out of the driveway.

Stretching, I went out to the living room. Turning on the television and finding a channel that was just playing music videos. It was only 7 in the morning and I was already lifting weights, this was usually an after school activity to let out any pent up frustrations.

I knew what was getting me so worked up, and she probably wasn’t thinking about me this much. That was truly devastating.

“What are you doing?” Max asked quietly, rubbing her eyes. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it had been a few hours, not minutes like I had thought. My mind wandering had started to become a real issues for me, I lost all sense of time passing when I was focused on girls. Not girls plural, really, just one girl.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I sigh “Whats it look like?”

Max filled herself a glass of water and drank it slowly as I packed my weights away before going to take a shower.

I faced the water, just standing in the shower and thinking. I needed to wash my car but a better user of my time would be ‘studying’ at Y/N’s house, I already knew where she lived and maybe if her family opened the door she’d realise I was amazing when I charmed them. I put my hands in my hair, scrubbing my shampoo and trying to get out as fast as possible.

My hair wasn’t doing what I wanted as I died it, and my clothes felt like they were sitting wrong on my body. It was like the world was against me today and I don’t know why. Not even my cologne seemed to smell the same.

Giving up, I groaned and harshly ran my hand though my hair in one last attempt to make it presentable before exiting my bedroom.

Walking right out the door, I mentally practiced what i’d say. Did she live with her dad? Mum? Both?

Hello Sir/Ma’am, is Y/N here? I was hoping we’d be able to study together for our biology class. Pause for response. I’m Billy, by the way, lovely to meet you.

Is that how people talked, or did that make me sound like I was here to murder her? My usual interactions with others parental figures was the awkward passing when they knew that I was about to have, or just had, sex with their daughter.

I stopped as I got to her front door, taking a deep breath and trying to understand why I was suddenly sweating. Rapping my knuckles on the door, I waited and looked around the street as I heard footsteps approaching.

The door opened and I brought my attention to the girl standing in front of me. Hair unbrushed, toast between her teeth and wearing her pyjamas. The shirt was a little short, revealing her midriff and I tried to not make her think I was looking at her boobs. Looking back at her face, I felt like sighing out loud.

Dark circles under her eyes, cheeks puffy and lips dry. I felt my heartbeat in my ears, every part of my being was telling me to touch her- Kiss her. Even like this she was the prettiest girl i’d seen in a long time and I smirked at the sight of how wide her eyes had gone.

“Good morning” I finally spoke, it felt like I was out of breath just trying to say those 2 words to her.

Reaching forward, I stopped myself from tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and instead grabbed the toast. I took it right from her out of her mouth and took a bite, smiling as she stood and chewed, confused at my actions.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. Somehow I had expected her to be nicer to me on the weekend, as if she’d realise how much she missed me annoying her.

“Is it so strange that I want to spend time with you, gorgeous?” I hadn’t meant to say that aloud but it felt reliving somehow, to tell her how she looked so effortlessly gorgeous.

She crossed her arms across her stomach, hiding her exposed midriff. I hadn’t figured her to be one of those girls that doesn’t like their body, I think it was perfect so why did she hide herself. “Yes, actually”

Taking another bite of toast, I moved off the doorframe I had He took another bite of the toast, pushing off the doorframe I was leaned against and going into her house. “You just wake up?”

There were pictures on their walls, pictures of Y/N growing up peaked my interest. She had the same most adorable smile, less intoxicating when she was young but just as perfect. “You were cute” I smile, thinking of a way to get her to talk to me again “What happened?”

“You can’t just want into my home and tell me I got uglier” She whined, making me shrug and start walking to her lounge room.

“Never said that. Said you were cute, called you gorgeous not even a minute ago. You got hearing issues or something?” I grinned, knowing she couldn’t see the goofy look on my face as I had my back to her.

There was a blanket on the floor, and I put the last bite of toast in my mouth before picking it off the floor. I draped it over the couch before sitting and looking at her television. She hadn’t said anything, there were so many long silences that I now wanted filled, I just wanted to hear her voice.

“Are you going to close the door?” I asked, looking at her. She seemed to snap back to reality and quickly moved to shut the front door before coming to stand in front of the tv. Hands on her hips and glaring at me.

“I’m trying to enjoy my day”

I grinned “You’ll enjoy it more with me” Patting the seat beside me, I hoped she’d take it. “I know it, Y/N”

“You don’t even know me”

I guess not, but I knew that for some reason I liked being around her. I didn’t want to have some one night stand with her where i’d ignore her in the halls, I liked hearing her poor attempts at insults and watching as she worked. “So? I’m trying to”

She stood there, staring at me with a blank expression. A minute passed and I kept waiting, I didn’t mind just admiring her but I was being scared that she was about to combust. Titling my head to the side, I tried to think what could possibly be going on in her head.

“Fine” She says suddenly, pretending to be angry at me and making me smile. Y/N moves, sitting a few inches away from me. “Do you want to just watch a movie?”

She didn’t kick me out! “Let’s play spin the bottle”

Y/N rolls her eyes and purses her lips, I look at her lips and lick my our before meeting her eyes again. Watching her shake her head “There’s only two of us”

“So you’re saying it would be easier if we just made out?” I raised my eyebrow, I was enjoying my time with her a little too much but I couldn’t help it. I put my hand on the back of the couch, like you’d see in a movie when the guy fake yawns just to touch the girl.

“No, i’m saying i’m not playing your games”

I looked at her, giving her a once over quickly before noticing her tightly she was balling her fists now.

“But I know you want to kiss me. I can tell”

“Sure you can” She snarks “How exactly can you 'tell’?”

I slowly begin to lean closer to her, locking eyes with her “It’s in your eyes. Your breathing pattern changes when i get close enough.” I was so close to her face I could feel her breath, and I watched as her eyes darted around the room trying not to meet my gaze. “And I don’t think you noticed, but you’re balling your fists pretty tight”

She took a sharp breath, looking down and carefully releasing her fists. Y/N looked back up at me, this time meeting my eyes and making me feel frozen.

She scoffed, leaning back on the couch. “That’s because i’m annoyed you’re getting in my personal space”

“Okay, and if I do this you’re still annoyed?” I let my heart take over, putting a piece of her hair behind her ear. I let my hand linger near her face, my finger ever so slightly touching her skin as I pulled it back to me.

“Yes”

I knew she was lying, and that made me happy…? Am I meant to like hearing women lie to me about their feelings?

“Uh huh” I nod, sitting back like nothing happened. Hoping she couldn’t hear my heartbeat from how incredibly loud it was being right now. “Got anything else to eat?”

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to be continued… !

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Paul and Icke (part 1 of N)

This is part 1 of a multi-part post about Paul’s relationship with Icke Braun, as portrayed in Icke’s autobiography. The book is in German, and we’ve included the original German text at the bottom of the post. Translations provided by the wonderful @paulsrighthand and her Mum! (Thanks!)

In Icke's autobiography, he's explicit that he was closer to Paul than the other Beatles

The best contact I had was with Paul, not only because he was the only one who spoke German, but to me he was the most likeable. I went with him a few times to the Raa-Wiese.

Raa-Wiese is where Icke was living. This wording and other moments we'll discuss later seem to suggest that Paul stayed with Icke on a handful of occasions. It's very possible that by saying "a few times" Icke is minimizing something that was very important. We know of two instances at least that Paul stayed the night, and there's a moment later in the book that suggests it was more often (we'll get to that later.)

The meet-cute:

On the way from Ahrensburg, we came past a great strawberry plantation. Because there were no people around, Kathia said, let’s steal a few strawberries. The strawberries were small, red and sweet and after we had eaten enough, we said, let’s take some for The Beatles. Kathia went into a barn and came out with a big basket. We picked so many strawberries that the basket overflowed, and on the way to the car, most fell into the road. We put the basket behind my seat and drove off. At 10pm at the Top Ten, The Beatles were already in full swing, and the dance floor was thick with people. Between two sets, we took the strawberries to the stage. The other guests joked and called us the young strawberries. We could have invited them for a round of beer or schnapps, like the sailors or rockers did, but the strawberries were something else. The Beatles were overjoyed like children, and Paul said ‘what a wonderful idea, you can do this again!’ (He said this in bad German, which he had learnt in school). The four boys started to eat and couldn’t stop. The interval became longer and longer because the basket was so full and took a long time to empty. The public began to protest, so John decided to start throwing strawberries at people, and then Paul and the others copied him. The public then threw back the squashed strawberries and it became a food fight…Luckily most of the strawberries had been eaten. Paul then came down from the stage and asked Kathia and myself if we had a musical wish. There was a song which we liked called ‘Till There Was You’ and Kathia whispered to me that we should choose this song. It was a love song and didn’t actually fit into the whole rock n’ roll genre that they normally played. Unfortunately Paul didn’t understand that this was Kathia’s music choice and thought for years that this was my favourite song. Every time that I went to the Top Ten or The Star and he saw me, he would play ‘Till There Was You’, which was quite embarrassing for me because it wasn’t my taste of music at all, and also because the rockers bombarded me with rude gestures and remarks. Years later, when the boys were already famous, and I was allowed backstage, we were sitting in the Ernst Merck hall and George Harrison mentioned ‘Till There Was You'. I told him that it was actually Kathia’s music taste and not mine. So he understood, but there is still footage from The Star Club where one can hear ‘And now we will play ‘Till There Was You’ for Icke’.

The moment Icke is referring to:

There's a lot to unpack here. For starters, this isn't the story we've been told in the past.

Typically, Kathia takes credit for this entire interaction

He looked like an angel with big eyes. He found it hard to say my name so he would play a request for “the girl with red hair” and sing “Till There Was You.” I wished that he loved me but I was not his type: he liked small, tender blondes. But he did like me and we talked. I could speak English, which not many could do; I told him the Beatles would be famous and he laughed. The Beatles were sexy. Very. You couldn’t decide who was sexiest. They didn’t try to be sexy, they just were, and they were natural.

This is from Tune In, cause, of course, it is. What we've learned over the course of our research is that Lewisohn has created a narrative that fits what he wants it to. We have half a mind to think that Lewisohn asked leading questions of his interviewees to get the exact narrative he wanted to portray.

Another interesting thing to note in this conversation is this web page. This is the only source we can find to Paul calling Kathia "strawberry." We'll talk more in depth about Kathia in a later posts, but these stories both seem in direct contraction to Icke's own recollection, and we trust Icke way more than we trust Lewisohn.

So now that we know what we've heard about this encounter before, let's break down the info Icke provides.

Before knowing this info it was very easy to assume that "Till There Was You" came out of Paul's love for musicals, which he tried to pretend didn't exist for most of the existence of the Beatles. After reading this it seems clear he really didn't know the song because of The Music Man. And it wasn't a song he liked because of the Peggy Lee version either. Icke asked for it, and Paul then played it literally every time he was in the room, going as far as to dedicate it to him.

It's crazy that it was based on a misunderstanding, but this is frankly one of the reasons we think Icke is so trustworthy. Throughout the book, or at least this chapter, he shares his insecurities. From this story to literally turning around outside Paul's gate in the 80s, cause he was scared Paul wouldn't remember him (from everything we can gather and the 3 pages on the subject, PiD scared him a lot and since he and Paul weren't in touch he internalized it a bit.) You can't fake that, or, I guess you can, but you have to be a really good writer to do so, and he enlisted a second author to help him write this. Not to mention, we are probably two of less than 100 people who have even read this book. So what would be the purpose in lying?

Anyway.

Based on what he said about George, it sounds like George assumed it was a romantic thing and then confronted him about it in 66. We wonder how George reacted, cause Icke doesn't share that, and if George told Paul or if to this day Paul thinks it was Icke's favorite song.

The song first appeared on their setlists in 1961 (the year they met Icke). It was one of the songs they played at their Decca audition (1 Jan 1962) and made it onto With The Beatles (recorded July 1963 – 7 months after their last stint in Hamburg).

As for the strawberries, we have a few theories about that as well.

For starters, we know from Paul and John that they both had this strong belief in telepathy. We all have always assumed it was just an assumption between them, but what if it wasn't?

Here's the theory. Strawberry Fields started as John's safe space when he was growing up, but then he invited Paul into that safe space and it became Paul's safe space too.

So given Paul's assumptions about telepathy and all that jazz, when Icke and Kathia go to literal strawberry fields and bring back strawberries cause they just felt like the Beatles would appreciate that, it's very possible he thought that was a sign of some sort. Maybe that Icke knew him in a really deep personal way. It's very easy to see Paul take that and start falling for Icke as a result.

Also, there aren't many mentions of "strawberries" in Paul's songs. But there are two:

In "Venus and Mars" which is all about psychic horoscope things:

Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine A good friend of mine, follow the stars Venus and Mars Are alright tonight

And in the early 90s, two years after he saw Icke for the last time, he released an instrumental album called "Strawberries Oceans Ships Forest" which was also the title of the 7th track.

We have a theory that all the tracks on this album correspond to a lost or current love (but more on that later).

We could write a full essay on this section, but we'll leave it here.

Original German:

Den besten Kontakt hatte ich zu Paul. Nicht nur dass er der einzige von ihnen war, der in bisschen Deutsch konnte, er war mir auch am sympathischsten. Mit ihm war ich auch ein paarmal auf der Raa-Wiese.

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Auf dem Weg von Ahrensburg nach Hamburg über die B 75 kamen wir an einer großen Erdbeerplantage vorbei. Es waren weit und breit keine Menschen zu sehen und Kathia sagte, lass uns ein paar Erdbeeren klauen, ich habe da mal gejobbt, ich weiß, wie man da reinkommt. Die Erdbeeren waren klein, rot und süß. Als wir satt waren, sagte ich, lass uns für die Beatles welche mitnehmen. Kathia ging in einen Schuppen und kam mit einem großen Korb zurück. Wir sammelten den Korb zu voll, auf dem Weg zu meinem Auto purzelten die Erdbeeren reihenweise in den Dreck. Wir aßen soviel wir noch konnten von oben weg, obwohl wir pappsatt waren, und verstauten den Korb hinter meinem Sitz.

Um 10 Uhr im Top Ten, eigentlich war das viel zu früh, die Minderjährigen wurden gerade nach Hause geschickt, aber die Beatles waren schon wieder voll in Action und die Tanzfläche war dicht. Zwischen zwei Sets brachte ich den Jungens den Korb Erdbeeren auf die Bühne. Die anderen Gäste machten sich zum Teil darüber lustig und nannten mich den Erdbeerjungen. Aber mir war das egal. Wir hätten sie auch zu einer Runde Bier oder Schnaps einladen können, wie die Matrosen oder die Rocker, aber Erdbeeren waren doch mal was anderes. Die Beatles haben sich jedenfalls gefreut wie Kinder. Paul sagte,

„What a wonderful idea, Icke, du kann immer widder macken."

Er hatte etwas deutsch auf der Schule gelernt. Die vier fingen an zu essen und konnten gar nicht mehr aufhören. Die Pause zog sich immer mehr hin, weil der Korb so voll war und nicht leer werden wollte. Das Publikum fing an zu johlen und zu protestieren. Da ging John dazu über, die Erdbeeren auf die Leute zu schmei-Ben, und Paul und die anderen machten es ihm nach. Die Leute aus dem Publikum schmissen die matschigen Beeren natürlich zurück und es gab eine regelrechte Erdbeerschlacht. Zum Glück waren die meisten Erdbeeren schon aufgegessen, sonst wäre die Schweinerei wohl noch größer geworden. Paul kam danach von der Bühne runter und fragte Kathia und mich, ob wir einen Musikwunsch hätten. Es gab ein Lied, das hieß Till there was you. Kathia flüsterte mir zu, ich sollte mir dieses Lied wünschen. Das war ein Liebeslied, passte eigentlich also gar nicht zu dem Rock 'n' Roll, den sie sonst spielten. Leider hatte Paul nicht mitgekriegt, dass ich nur Kathias Musikwunsch weitergegeben hatte, und jahrelang gedacht, dass das mein Lieblingslied sei. Jedes Mal wenn ich ins Top Ten oder später in den Starclub kam und er mich sah, spielte er Till there was you. Mir war das ziemlich peinlich, einmal, weil es gar nicht meinem eigenen Geschmack entsprach, und zum ande-ren, weil die Rocker mich mit schwulen Gesten und Andeutungen ärgerten. Viel später, als die Jungs schon berühmt waren und ich mal in den Backstage durfte, wir saßen da in der Ernst-Merck-Halle, hat mich George Harrison auf Till there was you angesprochen. Da habe ich ihm das dann erzählt, dass der Musikwunsch eigentlich auf Katja zurückging. Das hat er auch verstanden. Aber es gibt Auf-nahmen, die irgendwann im Starclub mitgeschnitten wurden, auf denen man hören kann: „Und nun spielen wir für Icke Till there was you."

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Glenn Close Playlist made entirely out of rock and Christmas songs!

Description of why each song was added below the cut

Don't Fear the Reaper: Song Glenn plays when being chased by the grim reaper

Carry on my Wayward Son: Episode title of s1 episode 48, also can be interpreted as Glenns message to Nick after choosing imprisonment

I Fought the Law: Getting arrested by the court, also being replaced by Jodie as Nick's father

Back in Black: Glenn returning with a 12-pack after breaking out of prison

Sweet Child of Mine: Glenn cares about one thing other than himself - Nick. His only remaining family. I know the original song is about the main singer's girlfriend at the time, so could also be interpreted as him mourning Morgan, but the child interpretation makes me actually sob.

Highway to Hell: Glenn's death scene and how his actions throughout the series culminated in the court arc.

My Own Worst Enemy: He sabotages himself so much it's unreal. Especially listening to the trial episodes when the other dads desperately try to get him to stop ruining his own case fjsndn

Jump: Glenn references this while in the battle axe of hatred

Rock and Roll All Nite: 🤘

Shoot to Thrill: Glenn and his iconic gun

Fell in Love with a Girl: Glenn stealing Morgan from Jodie

I Wanna Rock: He wants to rock.

Free Bird: Another song Glenn references in the battle axe of hatred.

Bad Reputation: Glenn doesn't care about his bad reputation.

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid: Glenn's passing on Bill's parenting to Nick, encouraging the same bad habits.

Owner of a Lonely Heart: Glenn dropping the emotional distance he has and processing the loss of his wife and son.

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer: I remembered that Glenn covered Christmas music and this one is acoustic but fits Glenns vibe/sense of humor.

Jingle Bell Rock - Metal Cover: Jingle Bell Rock but if it was modern rock. Glenn Close Trio definitely did a cover like this.

Wanted Dead or Alive: He's a criminal who broke out of jail, baby! Also Bon Jovi is classic.

Fortunate Son: Glenn grew up with Bill Closes influence and therefore was predisposed to not really having a normal life.

Wake Me Up When September Ends: Glenn doesn't really start to deal with Morgan's death until the end of season 1, matches the songs theme of grief so awful it feels easier to avoid.

Seven Nation Army: Glenn leveling up like a million levels due to the deck of all things.

You Give Love a Bad Name: Either a commentary on Glenns parenting (he loved Nick but neglected him) or Glenn is singing it at Jodie due to jealousy/to prove he was a better father.

Bad to the Bone: Glenns very choatic and is interpreted by the justice system as evil.

I Won't be Home for Christmas: An (anti) Christmas rock song mostly picked for the title and him not being with Nick during the Christmas season. Also the main character goes to jail and can't have a Christmas tree which feels metaphorical.

We Built this City: I imagine it as Glenn wanting Nick to remember him by referencing songs he taught to him when he was young.

Let it Snow: More Christmas rock, done by a trio!

Little Saint Nick: Nick was probably atleast partially named due to the association with Christmas and Saint Nicholas. Also a classic rock Christmas song Glenn would cover, while missing Nick during a tour.

All Star: Another one with Glenn vibes. Also dangers of rock and roll life style.

Holiday/Boulevard Broken Dreams: Glenns outward attitude he presents (Holiday) versus the feelings he's trying to hide (Boulevard of Broken Dreams). Also I hyper fixated on the American Idiot album like a month ago and could go on a whole rant comparing Glenn and Jesus of Suburbia but won't go into that brain rot for the purposes of making this post not super long didndkdk.

Summer of 69': Glenn probably getting into music as a kid due to looking up to his dad, similarly Nick getting into music due to Glenn.

American Idiot: Glenns anti-establishment attitude. Also even if he's not explicitly queer he has something going on. "Your dad's gnc as fuck""You're insane".

Dani California and Californiacation: Glenn being a rock musician in Los Angeles and the history that comes with that (namely the use of drugs and the "rough" life style associated with the rock life style in LA). His own self-destructive tendencies (Californiacation) and his love of Morgan (Dani California).

Run Rudolph Run: Christmas song by classic rock musician!

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home): Glenn and Nick's first Christmas without Morgan.

The Distance: Glenns tendency to try to look flashy, even at the expense of working with the team (ie the scene with Erin).

Say it Ain't So: The cycle of neglect from Bill to Glenn to Nick. The mention of drug use and both Glenn and Nick having to act like they don't care and partially blaming themselves for neglect.

Livin' on a Prayer: Glenn trying to raise Nick by himself after Morgan died unexpectedly.

We're Not Gonna Take It: More anti-establishment. Fight for Your Right: Another classic rock. Also Glenn tending to be irresponsible and prioritize having fun over his responsibilities.

Live Wire: In one of Glenns dad facts, Freddie says that Glenn read the Mötley Crue biography to Nick, but censored all of the inappropriate content, making it very short.

Barracuda: Glenn vibes. E

Enter Sandman: Referenced by Glenn in the podcast. Also the reference of "Never-ever land" and themes about Glenn not having fully grown up by the beginning of season 1.

Big Ride: The song Glenn sings to incite the prison riot.

Folsom Prison Blues: Referenced during the prison riot episode intro.

For Whom the Bell Tolls (in Japanese): Glenn's death scene at the end of the season.

Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer: More classic Christmas song as a rock cover. The energy is very fun. Sidenote: My Spotify recommended songs are filled with Christmas rock songs after making this playlist. I am Jewish . This is a cry for help.

Run, Rudolph, Run: Modern rock take on the classic Chuck Berry Song. Probably what a cover the Glenn Close trio would do would sound like.

The Gambler: Glenn quotes this at the rest of the party. Also Glenn being really good at making plans/making the best of circumstances (Oakvale, prison, making Hell play Christmas music, etc.)

Godzilla: Vibes. Also my dad likes classic rock and always wants me to play this on my school's music request app.

We Wish You a Merry Christmas: Welcoming message from Hell!

Sweet Emotion: Mentioned in one of the last episodes I think. Glenn really just is winging life at this point, so valid of him.

Don't You Forget About Me: Mentioned in one of the last episodes of season 1. Glenn hopes Nick remembers him.

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