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appartment in monaco

You were perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, barefoot, legs dangling as you watched Lando move around the open kitchen. The soft click of cabinet doors and the muted thud of a cereal box landing on the counter are the only sounds, apart from the faint music playing from your speaker. It was your calm playlist, just background noise, a playlist you curated 100% but one Lando pretended he created to wind you up. He didn’t mind—he hummed along sometimes, absentmindedly, just like now. The late afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue over everything, making the moment feel even more private, more intimate.

Lando was shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. It was a version of him few people ever get to see. No fireproof suit, no helmet. No world watching his every move. Here, in this quiet corner of your shared world, he was just... him. And you loved him like this, more than anything.

As he fumbled with the coffee machine, you leant back on your hands, your fingers curling against the cool granite of the counter. The smell of coffee mingled with the lazy warmth of the afternoon. You were both settled into this comfortable rhythm of being together, the kind of domesticity that felt almost foreign when you thought of your lives outside these walls—your career, his racing, the flashing lights and the fans.

But here, it was different.

You’d been thinking about it for a while now. The thought had been on the tip of your tongue for weeks, and today felt like the right time to broach it. Or maybe it was just that the stillness of this moment made you feel brave. You took a breath, voice soft as you broke the quiet.

“I’ve been thinking…” Your words drift into the space between you, casual but with a certain weight that you know will catch his attention. Lando looked over at you, coffee cup in hand, waiting for you to continue. You smiled, trying to keep it light. “Maybe it’s time we go public… on Instagram.”

He froze for a beat, his eyes locking on yours as if he was trying to read your face, gauge how serious you were. Slowly, he set the cup down on the counter, his brow furrowing in that familiar way that meant he was already thinking too much.

“Public?” he repeated, like he was testing the word, feeling it out. His voice was calm, but you could sense the undertone of concern, the hesitation that came with anything that involves exposing more of your lives to the world outside. “You sure about that?”

You nodded, even though you knew he was not just asking for the sake of it. There was more behind his question than the words. It was not just a simple post to him—it was a line you were crossing, a step into a world he was all too familiar with, and not in a good way.

“I am,” you said softly. “We’ve been so careful, keeping things private, but… I don’t want to hide us anymore. I don’t want to pretend we’re not a part of each other’s lives.” You watched him as you spoke, searching his face for any sign of agreement, but he was still quiet, arms folded across his chest, his gaze drifting somewhere just past you.

Lando shifted his weight, leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the granite, a telltale sign that his mind was working through what you’d just said. After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his curls, the kind of movement that let you know he was trying to choose his words carefully.

“I get it,” he said finally, his voice softer now, but there was still a trace of reluctance. “But… it’s different for you. Your fans, they’re supportive. You’re already used to the attention. My world… it’s not like that. It can get ugly fast. And once we put it out there, it’s out there. We can’t take it back.”

You slid off the counter and moved toward him, your bare feet silent on the floor. Standing in front of him, you reached for his hands, threading your fingers through his. “I know, love. I know how hard it can be for you. But I’m not asking for some big, dramatic reveal. Just something simple. A photo. Something that feels like us, something quiet.”

He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. You could see the conflict in his eyes—the protective instinct he’d always had when it came to the life you’d built together versus the part of him that wanted to trust in your strength, in the fact that you could handle it.

“I don’t want them coming after you,” he said quietly, almost more to himself than to you. “I don’t want you to deal with the kind of hate I get.”

Lifting one hand to his face, cupping his cheek gently, your thumb grazed over his skin. “I’ve been in the public eye for years now. I’ve had my share of negativity, too. But we’ve got each other, right? We can handle it. I can handle it.” You paused, letting your words sink in. “And I’m tired of hiding something that makes me so happy.”

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to imagine what it would be like—the backlash, the media storm. But when he opened them again, there was something softer there, a quiet surrender. He still looked hesitant, but there was an acceptance in his expression now, like maybe, just maybe, he was willing to trust you on this.

“A photo,” he repeated, his voice almost resigned but not unkind. “Something simple.”

You nodded, your smile growing. “Just one.”

He chuckled softly, pulling you into his arms, his chin resting on the top of your head. “You really want this, huh?” His voice was a little lighter now, though you could still feel the weight of the decision lingering between you.

“I do,” you murmured into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him—clean and warm, like home. “We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. Just something that feels like us. Something honest.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands resting on your waist. “Alright,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “But if it all blows up in our faces, you’re the one dealing with the PR disaster.”

You laughed, the sound soft and full of relief. “Deal. I’ll take full responsibility.” You leant up and kissed him, your lips brushing his with a gentleness that said more than words ever could. “Promise.”

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appartment in monaco

It had been a few weeks since you had gone public, and the house felt the same. The kitchen still smelt like coffee in the afternoons, and Lando’s laughter still echoed through the rooms. But outside, in the world that wasn’t contained by these walls, things had shifted.

The first few days after you had posted that picture—a simple, candid shot of you two tangled on the couch, laughing at something neither of you can remember now—felt like a blur. Your Instagram blew up instantly, flooded with comments, some gushing, some not so kind. The had media picked it up, headlines spun their usual stories, and of course, his world—Formula 1, with its intense, relentless scrutiny—had its own opinions. Most of it was harmless, but some of it... wasn’t.

Lando was standing in front of the window, staring out at nothing in particular. You could tell from the way his shoulders were tense, from the way his hand kept moving to rub the back of his neck, that something had been weighing on him. He’d been quieter these last few days, not in the way that shut you out, but in the way that let you know he was overthinking, worrying about things he didn’t need to.

You were sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, pretending to scroll through Instagram, but your attention was on him. You watched as he checked his phone again, probably seeing another headline or some new wave of comments. His jaw tightened, and that was when you knew it’s time to say something.

“Lan,” you called out softly, trying to break the tension in the room. “Come over here.”

He hesitated for a second, like he was debating whether to pull you into his worry or let it be, but then he walked over, his feet dragging slightly on the wooden floor. He sank down beside you on the couch, letting out a long, tired breath. His arm came around your shoulders instinctively, pulling you closer, but his mind was clearly somewhere else.

“Talk to me,” you said gently, tilting your head to look up at him.

He didn’t meet your eyes at first, he just stared at the floor. “I’ve been seeing some of the comments,” Lando admitted, his voice low, as if he was trying to keep it casual but couldn’t quite manage it. “There’s a lot of hate. A lot of people saying… awful things. About you, about us.” He paused, running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t want this for you.”

You felt his arm tighten around you, like he was trying to protect you from something that was already out there, something he couldn’t control. It broke your heart a little, the way he carried that weight, like he was responsible for every cruel word thrown your way.

You shifted in his arms, turning to face him, one hand reaching up to touch his cheek. “I know,” you said softly. “But, darling, it’s not getting to me. Not even a little.” You smiled, trying to get him to see the truth in your eyes. “I’ve been in this business long enough to know that people are going to say whatever they want. But they don’t matter. You do.”

He finally looked up at you, his brow furrowed, still sceptical. “But some of it’s brutal,” he insisted, his voice tight. “They’re dragging you through the mud just because we went public. I didn’t want you to deal with this part of my life, the ugly part.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head, and the sound seemed to catch him off guard. “Honestly? I’ve dealt with worse. You should’ve seen the comments I got after that one music video,” you teased lightly, hoping to ease his worry. “But this? This is nothing.”

He didn’t look convinced, but you could see him trying to process what you were saying, like he wanted to believe you but couldn’t quite let go of his own guilt. So, you decided to prove it to him in a way you knew would get through that thick head of his.

With a sly smile, you grabbed your phone and opened Twitter, your fingers moved quickly over the screen as you pulled up your account. He watched you, confused, until you glanced up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suspicion lacing his tone.

You bit your lip, pretending to think about it, then you tilted the phone toward him so he could see the tweet you’d just typed out. In bold letters, it read:

"how i sleep knowing i get to sleep with this hunk of a man at night and you don’t "

Below the text was the picture you’d been sitting on for a while—one of him sleeping in the paddock last season.

His eyes widened as he read it, then flicked to the photo. “You’re not serious,” he said, though there’s a laugh hidden in his voice now.

“Oh, I am very serious,” you said, grinning at him as you hovered over the “Tweet” button. “If people want to hate, let them. But I’m going to remind them who I get to come home to every night.”

He stared at you for a second, then shook his head, a small, incredulous smile finally tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

You shrugged, your finger tapping the button before he could say another word. “It’s out there now,” you said, holding up the phone in triumph. “Let them come for me.”

He leant back against the couch, running his hands over his face, but you could see the way his shoulders had finally relaxed, the tension ebbing away. He laughed, a real, genuine laugh, and it warmed you from the inside out. “You’re actually insane,” he said, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

You looked up at him, beaming. “Sweetheart, they can say whatever they want. It doesn’t change anything. I’ve got you, and that’s all that matters.”

For the first time in days, the worry in his eyes faded completely. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly, his breath warm against your hair. “I love you,” he murmured, the words soft but full of meaning.

“I love you more.”

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max verstappen x reader part10

(incase you missed part9)

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ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- slight smut

The air in Max's room crackled with an electric tension that had nothing to do with the faulty overhead light. Y/N's fingers, tracing the cool metal of the ice pack, were white-knuckled with suppressed fear and something else, something infinitely hotter and more potent. The night's events replayed in a dizzying loop in her mind - Ethan's contorted face, the glint of the rod, the way Max had unhesitatingly stepped into the line of fire, his arm taking the blow meant for her.

She found herself standing outside his door, the familiar wood a barrier between her terror and the strange ache blooming in her chest. Taking a deep breath that tasted of adrenaline and trepidation, she knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

The door creaked open, revealing Max. Shirtless. The sight of his bare torso, a canvas of sculpted muscle bathed in the cool moonlight, hit her like a rogue wave. He looked surprised, then his gaze dropped to the ice pack in her hand, a flicker of understanding crossing his face.

The tension in the air was thicker than the Monaco humidity, a tangible force pressing down on them. Y/N's heart hammered against her ribs, a drum solo against the backdrop of their shared silence.

"Hey," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. "I… I brought you this."

Max chuckled, a dry sound that sent shivers down her spine. "To nurse me back to health eh L/N?" he rasped, his voice rough, as if sandpapered by unspoken pain.

But his eyes told a different story. The vulnerability behind the mask of stoicism, the flicker of pain that mirrored the ache in her own heart, spoke volumes.

Y/N walked into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with the scent of aftershave and adrenaline. She closed the door behind her, the click echoing in the stillness.

Max gestured towards the couch, the makeshift bandage on his arm stark against his sun-kissed skin. Y/N sat down, her legs stiff, her gaze drawn to the angry red welt where Ethan's rod had struck.

"I… I wanted to see if you were okay," she mumbled, her voice barely audible above the hammering of her own pulse.

Max chuckled again, a dry rumble that sent another tremor through her. "I'm still in one piece, L/N. Don't worry about me."

But his eyes, locked on hers, held a storm brewing beneath the surface, a vulnerability that mirrored the one she felt clawing at her throat.

Y/N reached for the ice pack, her fingers brushing against his bare arm. The contact sent a jolt through her, a spark igniting the tinderbox of their unspoken attraction. Max inhaled sharply, his gaze meeting hers, the storm in his eyes morphing into a smoldering ember.

"Careful, L/N," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're playing with fire."

His words, raw and charged, sent another tremor through her. She swallowed, her throat suddenly parched. "Maybe I want to," she whispered, her eyes meeting his, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

With trembling hands, she peeled back the makeshift bandage, the sight of his injured flesh sending a pang through her. She carefully placed the ice pack on the wound, her touch featherlight, yet Max flinched, a reaction that felt more intimate than any confession.

The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the soft hiss of the ice pack and the erratic rhythm of their hearts. Y/N's gaze traced the lines of his chest, the curve of his bicep, the way the moonlight danced on his skin. Her breaths came in shallow bursts, her body humming with an awareness that had her cheeks burning.

Max's hand shot out, capturing her wrist before it could stray further. His eyes, dark and smoldering, held hers captive. "This isn't about patching me up, L/N," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Y/N's heart pounded against her ribs. She knew he was right. This was about more than bruises and bandages. This was about the unspoken fire that had been simmering between them, ignited by fear and fueled by a sense of connection they couldn't quite define.

"Then what is it about, Max?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. The heat radiating from his body was like a furnace, melting the last vestiges of her resistance. "This," he rasped, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Then, before she could react, he closed the gap between them, his lips landing on hers in a searing kiss. It was a kiss born from fear and defiance. It was pure ecstasy. Max pulled Y/N closer and her hair tangled his hair. They fought for dominance and to no ones surprise, Max won. He let out a rough moan and in that exact moments, Y/N decided that it was her favorite sound in the whole world. "Baby, you're killing me", Max whispered in a husky voice. Y/N let out a whimper as Max pulled her into his lap. His lips latched onto the sweet spot on her neck as her eyes fluttered.

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she was a skater girl ♬☆

pairing: ethan landry x skater!fem!reader

summary: ethan always watches you skate past him across campus. he finally asks you to try and teach him some tricks, and the two of you share a heartfelt moment together as you watch him struggle.

word count: 1.7K

warnings: mentions of scars and an injury

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notes: call me a poser all u want but I’ve never been on a skateboard before. I have however, dated a skater, which I think makes me knowledgeable enough to write this. just some fluff-ish writing, I’m writing a bit of a smutty fic for ethan too so stay tuned for that ʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔ comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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Ethan had his hands in his pockets as he made his way across campus, the sunlight making him squint a little to see properly. It was a beautiful day, the weather had been treating the residents of New York surprisingly well these past few days. He made use of that by taking the long way around to class.

Yeah, that was the reason.

Totally not because he was hoping to catch a glimpse of the cool girl he’d sometimes see skating across campus. Not at all.

He still remembers the first time he saw you. It was one of the first econ classes of the year, and his ears picked up the faint sound of wheels rolling over concrete behind him. He didn’t think much of it at first, but a voice calling out “watch your left!” properly caught his attention. He turned his head slightly, and was soon passed by you just nearly missing him as you zoomed by at a speed most would call dangerous. 

The scent of your perfume caught his nose, and it genuinely had not left his mind ever since. He’d stared at you as you rode up to the building’s entrance and hopped off the board, catching it with ease. He thought about it so often, the way you seemed to so effortlessly glide along the concrete, your stylish clothes, your voice. Love at first sight might have been pushing it, but a crush? Without a doubt.

He’d watch you during the boring parts of lectures, noticing you drumming your fingers against your desk. Upon further inspection, also noticing you always had at least one airpod in. It made him wonder what kind of music someone like you would be into, probably something cool and indie he’d never heard of.

In reality, the soundtrack of the Shrek movie game blasted through your left ear. Maybe a tad less sophisticated than he was expecting, but a banger nonetheless.

His heart nearly skipped a beat when his eyes caught the familiar sight of you skating past the fountain. Instead of going further, you circled around it once, before doing a trick off the side of it. Ethan’s eyes widened and he refrained from applauding to make himself known, but man did he think that was cool. In reality, it wasn’t that hard, at least not to you. You’d been doing this for years, and you had the scars to prove it. 

You both went to class like usual, him sneaking fleeting glances at you. You looked so pretty, lost in thought. Though he doubted those thoughts were about class, you tended to busy yourself with basically anything besides paying attention. He swore he’d seen you watch the Bee Movie during a lecture before...

You quickly rose to your legs after the lecture was announced to be over, grabbing your board by the edge and getting ready to head out, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. You went on your merry way to your favorite spot near the campus, a small abandoned skatepark, head nodding along with the beat of your music. You smoothly manoeuvred across campus and through a couple of streets, hopping off when you finally reached it. No one else was there, and honestly, you preferred it that way. There was no one in the way when you practiced, it was your secret little safe haven. 

“H-Hey!” A semi-familiar voice called out behind you, seemingly slightly out of breath.

Great, up until now, it was your secret little safe haven.

You turned around, a confused expression plastered across your face when you made eye contact with Ethan. You remembered him, the boy from econ class who would sometimes stare at you during lectures. You were certain he didn’t know you knew, but honestly, it’s not like you minded. 

“...Yeah?” You pulled off your headphones, letting them hang around your neck.

“I’m uh, I’m... I’m Ethan.” He struggled getting his words out, still catching his breath. Okay, so maybe he ran after you to see where you went, because he really wanted to ask you something. And maybe you didn’t hear him over your music before. So maybe...

“Did you follow me?” You questioned, stepping closer and taking your board under your arm.

Maybe he followed you. Ethan’s face grew flushed at the question, though in reality, that’s kind of exactly what he did. “N-No!” He put up his hands, trying really hard not to make himself sound like a creep. “Well... Yeah, but... I tried to ask you something, and you didn’t hear me, and I never get a chance to talk to you, so...”

“So you followed me.” You became slightly amused at him struggling to explain himself, suppressing a chuckle to spare him from further embarrassment.

“No I swear I--” He caught the slight smirk on your face, realizing you weren’t mad. “I’m sorry, I just...” He gestured to your skateboard. “I always see you skating by, and I think it’s so cool, and I would kill to know how to do that.” He gathered his thoughts and put his hands together. “Would you be so kind as to forgive me for following you, and please teach me some tricks?”

You looked him up and down, bringing up a hand to rest at the back of your neck, scratching slightly at the skin there. “Ah, fuck it.” You chuckled slightly, and his heart warmed at the sound. Your voice was so pretty, there was something so special about it. You held out a hand, and Ethan reached out to shake it as you introduced yourself. He already knew your name, but in fear of sounding like even more of a creep, he kept that to himself. 

“Come on,” You gestured for him to come closer, setting down the board and hopping on it. You showed him the basics of a good stance, and his eyes watched your beat up sneakers balance on the wood as you explained yourself. “Got it?”

His head snapped up and he looked into your eyes. “Y-Yeah! Totally!”

You laughed softly, getting off the board. “You didn’t hear shit of what I said, did you?” You took a step back. “Get on, show me how you think you should do it, and we’ll adjust from there.”

“Okay, yeah... I can do that.” He carefully put a single foot onto the deck, and it instantly moved to the side, almost making him fall to the ground.

You reached out and he grabbed onto your arms, yelping when he nearly lost his balance. He put a second foot on, and his hands slid down to meet yours, gripping tightly out of fear for nearly eating concrete again. 

“You got it, see? You’re standing!” You tried to be cool about holding his hands, but inside your mind, thoughts of all kinds were running rampant. Ethan was cute, really cute, and here he was, putting his faith in your hands. Literally.

“Yeah... Yeah! I am!” He got a bit too confident and shifted his weight, to which the board responded by moving again. You both got startled and you readjusted your grip on him, before you caught each other’s eyes again. Laughter broke from the both of you, unabashed giggles erupting as you both realized just how silly this was. This whole situation was pretty humorous, but watching him stand on the board like Bambi on ice was something else.

“Okay, okay...” You swallowed, catching your breath after your laughing fit. “I promise I’m not laughing at you, this is just... You’re kinda shit at this.” You giggled again.

He would have been offended if he didn’t know it was true. “I know, shit, I’m surprised I’m still standing.”

“You and me both. Alright, let’s move.” You gently started walking to the side, hands not letting go. The wheels rolled along the hard concrete as he followed along your side, eyes fixated more on you than the board. “There we go!”

He chuckled out of pure surprise that he was still on the deck, and partly to cover up the awkwardness he felt about you having to explain things so simply for him. He looked down at the board, imagining if he was doing it all on his own. 

He was so good at imagining it, that he hadn’t even noticed you’d already let go of his hands, and he was now balancing himself as the board moved. It was only when it halted a bit after that he realized he was doing it by himself. He giggled adorably, arms raising up in a victory pose. You gave him a thumbs up in response, standing a few meters away from him now.

His confidence got the best of him as he gently put his foot down to push himself to your direction, forgetting everything he’d just learned and losing his balance right in front of you. He took you down with him as you both tumbled to the ground, limbs entangling when he landed on top of you.

“S-Shit! Ah, I’m so sorry! Oh my god, are you okay--” He spoke in a panicked tone, before he looked up at your face. You were grinning, clearly suppressing laughter. He let out a nervous chuckle, and that resulted in you bursting out in giggles once more. The two of you shared a good minute of pure, wholesome laughter, not even realizing you were so close together. Nothing else really mattered in that moment, all you could do was laugh.

“Aw, man...” You wiped away a tear from laughing so hard. “Kinda glad you followed me now, Landry. Haven’t had this much fun in ages.” Your heart fluttered at your own words. You couldn’t believe you were being so sappy, but you were genuinely having a blast, even if it involved falling horribly.  You looked down at your knee and noticed a scrape, hissing slightly through your teeth when you reached your hand out to touch it. “Shit, uh... Do you have a band-aid?”

He looked at the wound and then back at your face. “I, uh... I have some back at my dorm.”

You smiled, a bit of a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Alright, lead the way.”

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better than revenge — ethan landry

word count: 1,468

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n founds out why rebekah took an interest in ethan and plans her revenge.

based on: better than revenge by taylor swift

author’s note: today i started classes again so i don’t know how often will i be able to post. they have already assigned me a novel to read and analyse. i want to die😫

SUMMER HAD BEEN THE SEASON THAT BROUGHT ETHAN AND Y/N TOGETHER. Quinn, Ethan’s sister, had introduced them and they instantly clicked. Because of his shyness and lack of experience with girls, she had been the one who made the first step. And they had dated for two amazing months. Until Rebekah came along, got him alone and it was the downfall of their relationship.

“What do you mean he broke up with you? That asshole!” Quinn said in anger.

Y/N sighed. “It’s her, Quinn. She’s taking advantage of him, I know it”.

“Rebekah being interested in my brother was not something I saw coming”

“Me neither, I wouldn’t have suspected it” Y/N frowned, hitting the pillow with anger. “It’s weird, and sudden”.

“Are they together?” Quinn asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No. He told me he likes me but he is confused, and he needs time to clear his feelings up. He said it wasn’t fair for me to be in a relationship when there are doubts in his mind” the girl was gripping a teddy bear with force.

“There are these rumours…” Quinn started, and Y/N looked at her expectedly “Rebekah secretly dates guys to pass the subjects. Makes them do her homework, summaries she can use to cheat on exams”

“Wait, she’s about to fail Econ. And Ethan never got anything lower than an A” Y/N realized. “Do you think she’s…”

“I think so” Quinn frowned “That bitch is using my brother to pass Econ”.

Y/N clenched her jaw “She’s so gonna pay for this. She underestimated who she was stealing from”

“HEY, Y/N/N” Ethan said shyly, sitting next to her on the bench while she ate her lunch.

“Hey, Eth” she smiled sweetly. Even though the pain was beating on her like a drum, Y/N still wanted to be around him, even if it was as his friend. Besides, she could never get mad at Ethan.

“Do you mind if I eat with you?” he asked.

“You are always invited to eat with me” Y/N answered, making him blush. “What are all these books?” Ethan shifted uncomfortable in his seat, and Y/N understood immediately. “They are Rebekah’s”.

“Yeah… I’m sorry, Y/N/N”

“You don’t need to apologize” she reassured him, although the thought of them together made her heart break “Just… don’t let her treat you like your lap dog, okay?”

“She’s not. She just needed to do something and asked me if I could carry them” Ethan said.

“Okay, if you say so” Y/N nodded, not convinced at all.

“Y/N…” he looked at her, regret filling those puppy brown eyes Y/N loved so much.

“No, Eth. You don’t have to explain anything. Not anymore” Y/N sent him a weak smile.

This statement created a knot in Ethan’s throat. He missed Y/N very much, but he also knew he was attracted to Rebekah. He needed to figure his feelings out.

“What are you talking about?” said the annoying voice of the girl who got between them.

“Nothing” Y/N brushed it off.

“Okay” she said in a over-friendly tone. She was trying so hard to act nice. “Eth, can you help me with my Econ assignment?” she asked, putting a hand on his bicep and batting her eyelashes at him. God, Y/N hated her and her stupid vintage dresses so much.

Ethan gulped, she made him nervous. And Rebekah subtly smirked at Y/N. “You haven’t done it yet? It’s for today”

“I tried, I just don’t understand it” she said in a fake saddened voice.

“Have you tried asking the teacher? You know, he’s there for something” Y/N said, acting as if she really wanted to help her. But it takes an actress to know one, so Rebekah just glared at her.

“I can’t right now. I’m having lunch with Y/N/N” Ethan said, and Y/N did her best to hide her smile of victory. “Maybe you should talk to the teacher”.

As much as she hated how Rebekah was taking advantage of Ethan, she needed him to do her homework once more. But this time, Y/N was going to make sure Rebekah doesn’t get away with it.

“It’s fine, Eth. We can hang out later”

“Are you sure?” he asked, he really didn’t want her to leave.

“Yes, don’t worry. See you later” she kissed his cheek, making him smile widely, cheeks turning even more red. “Bye, Rebekah, it was so nice meeting you”.

WHEN REBEKAH SLAMMED Y/N LOCKER WITH ANGER, SHE KNEW HER PLAN HAD WORKED. Y/N showed the fuming girl her best smile, which made the other girl even angrier.

“Hi, Rebekah. Can I help you with something?” she asked innocently.

“Drop the act. You did this, didn’t you?” Rebekah showed her the failing grade.

“Um, no. I believe the professors are the ones who grade our stuff” she replied, explaining as if Rebekah was five years old.

“Don’t act like a saint, and don’t smart talk to me. You told the teacher Ethan did this assignment, and now I’ll have to re-take the entire subject” she spitted in anger. “Why did you do this? Is it because you’re jealous? Because Ethan likes me more than you?”

Y/N finally smirked “Nah, jealousy certainly added fuel to the fire, but the main reason is because I don’t like seeing the people I love being walked over. Ethan is an amazing guy, he deserves so much better than your bullshit and manipulation”.

“Please, that guy is a loser” Rebekah scoffed. “He’s so insecure and attention deprived. I swear I didn’t even have to kiss him, I would just put my hand on his arm and he would do anything I asked. How pathetic”

“If he’s pathetic, then how should you be described? I mean, asking guys to do your work for you on every subject because your little brain is not capable of even comprehending one subject? Now, that is pathetic”

“Did you just call me pathetic?” Rebekah pushed her harshly against the lockers.

“Yup. Add ex-swim team captain to the list” Y/N said.

“What do you mean?” Rebekah asked appalled.

“Oh, you don’t know? My god, this keeps getting better. My dear Rebekah, it’s with great sadness I inform you that if you re-take a subject you can’t be captain of any team. I’m so sorry!”

“What?!” she screamed.

Y/N smiled, enjoying the scene in front of her “Do you still feel like you know what you’re doing? I don’t think you do”

“You’re a bitch” the mad woman said between gritted teeth.

“Mm, no. I’m actually pretty nice, but you played with Ethan as if he was a toy. You have no dignity, and this is me teaching you not to push people down to get you where you want to go.”

“I’m going to tell Ethan what you did” Rebekah warned me.

“No body, no crime, Rebekah. You can’t prove it” Y/N smirked.

The unhinged girl turned around and smiled when he saw the nerdy boy leaning against the locker “I think I don’t have to prove anything. He heard it on his own”.

Y/N looked in that direction and her face fell. She tried to tell herself that, even if Ethan got mad at her for sticking her nose in his life, at least he won’t be Rebekah’s puppet anymore.

“You did that? You snitched on Rebekah?” Ethan asked, he didn’t seem mad.

“Yes” Y/N admitted. “How much did you hear?”

“Everything” the boy laughed. “Thank you”

Both girls stared at him in surprise. “Ethan, she handed me in!”

“You deserve it. You know, I should’ve known it was all an act” Ethan looked at Rebekah, there wasn’t any hint of sadness in his voice. Then, he looked at his ex-girlfriend and his eyes got glossy. He had never regretted something so bad “I’m sorry it took me that long to realize, Y/N/N. I love you”

Y/N smiled “I love you too”

“Do you forgive me?” Ethan asked hopeful, Y/N nodded.

“You two are ridiculous” Rebekah scoffed.

“Whatever, Rebekah. Enjoy seeing the swimming team compete without you” Y/N threw a fake smile at her, and then the girl left them alone, throwing curses as she walked away.

“When you left us alone the other day at the bench… I thought you had already moved on from me” Ethan confessed, as he hid his face on Y/N’s neck. “Not that I don’t deserve it”

“No! I so wanted to punch her in the face for using you, but I needed you to do her homework so I could turn her in” she explained.

Ethan laughed “You’re good”

“There’s nothing I do better than revenge” Y/N joked.

“I can think of a few things…”

Y/N blushed at the suggestion “Janitor’s closet. Now”

“God, I missed you” Ethan kissed her roughly as he led her to the closet.

[maccaronimassacre]

What if you did a Golden Compass Bot with either Leon or Ethan? I'm curious as to what their Daemon's would be. 🤔

The Golden Compass was literally my favourite book growing up!!! Oddly enough it’s called The Northern Lights over here but hey same thing. I also have done both with a slightly lengthy explanation on reasoning.

For Ethan I was torn between a wolf and a deer, but ultimately I went with a deer specifically an elk. Chris and the other lords all underestimate Ethan throughout Village, referring to him as a civilian or merely a man even though he singlehandedly killed all four lords and destroyed a self proclaimed god. Elks are often viewed as docile and majestic creatures when they can in fact fuck you up big time. I mean have you seen the size of them??? Not to mention how quickly they can run combined with the fact that they grow literal spears from their head. Plus elks are very territorial and protective over their young and when they feel threatened they will not hesitate to charge at humans to protect their herd. They also rely on agility and speed to outrun predators much like Ethan’s perks in the mercenaries mode “assassination dash” and “lightning speed�� which are exclusive to him. Deer are typically prey animals and often symbolise sacrifice but also renewal which fits with the themes of Village of Shadows and "Father's sacrifice". In Native American cultures, Elks are symbols of divine protection against evil like how Ethan protected Rose throughout SoR and continues to watch over her. Deer are also the only mammals that can regenerate an organ (their antlers) and scientists are conducting research into how deer stem cells could be used for humans to one day be able to regenerate their own tissue and limbs much like Ethan’s mould abilities.

Bonus thought: It would be pretty cool if after Ethan died in RE:7 and was resurrected by the mutamycete for his daemon to have also undergone some physical changes similar to Chronic Wasting Disease/zombie deer disease. Of course the BSAA would wave off these changes as Ethan’s trauma being projected onto his daemon, but it would be interesting if that were to be the first hint towards Ethan’s mouldiness.

Anyway here’s your first bot.

Ethan Winters x Reader

Snow continues to blanket the city as Ethan makes his way through the lively cobblestone streets. His elk daemon strides gracefully beside him with its head held high and branched antlers reaching out towards the sky. As they continue their journey, their footprints mingle with those of others and their daemons, gradually fading into the bustling rhythm of the city. “This should be the place.” Ethan murmurs just loud enough for his companion to hear when he sees the familiar avenue. The street is bathed in the warm glow of streetlights and cozy windows where he sees you up ahead, currently waiting by a building.

For Leon I went with a wolf as a subtle nod to the wolf in RE:4 though I was also thinking of a panther to be honest). I think Leon’s daemon was able to shapeshift and change forms up until the events of RE:2 where after the events of Raccoon City changed him so much that it ultimately led to its finalised form. Leon's character accurately represents both sides of a wolf. The first side representing their devotion to their pack aka allies and family as well as being social, loyal and dutiful in a similar style to Leon in RE:2, RE:2R, RE:4R and Death island. The second side is a more lone wolf kind, confident and marches to the beat of their on drum while being stand offish like RE:4 and Remake as well as Vendetta Leon. The idea that they are still the same at their core resonates strongly with Leon when both Ada and Krauser comment that he hasn't changed even after Raccoon City.

I think a wolf dog could be an interesting variation to his daemon as it would exaggerate his loyalty and self motivation towards completing his mission, like how he is viewed as the government's lapdog in RE:4R and Infinite Darkness.

And for the second bot

Vendetta!Leon x Reader

The whiskey slides down Leon’s throat with ease, not even with a passing grimace as he signals the bartender for another round. “Finally… A much needed vacation.” Leon muses to no one in particular besides his wolf daemon resting by his legs, its expression as grumpy and downcast as its counterpart. Unfortunately, Leon’s moment of solitude is shattered by the creak of the door swinging open, revealing the last person he expected to follow him all the way here. You. Annoyance flickers across Leon's features, echoed by a low growl from his wolf companion, as you approach him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen here.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Fearless (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, Year 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 850 Rating/ Warning: Teen/ Mentions of mental health

Premise: The effects of the attack become harder to ignore when she succumbs to a panic attack. 

Note: Hurt/Comfort 

Lilac's hands shake as she struggles with the cuff. In the midst of the chaos shattering within her, she notes how pale her skin looks, almost ghostly. The frenetic drumming of her heart reclaims her attention, thundering so fiercely against her ribcage that she is convinced its beats are numbered.

“Fuck!”

Numb fingers drop the blood pressure cuff.

Calm down.

Weak knees finally give out and Lilac barely feels the hardwood floor against her knees.

Breathe.

Breathing hurts. Breathing feels like a lungful of ice. A breath is akin to setting her insides on fire.

The bedroom spins around her.

Her heart is relentless, violently beating against her throat.

Beat, beat, beat…

It won't stop.

Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat.

Each one faster than the last.

Heart attack?

The drumming is all she hears.

Stroke?

It tries to keep her alive.

Asphyxia.

It tries to kill her.

“Fucking—”

The words cut off in a strangled sob. She is destined for that hospital bed again. Her fate is to die there.

Tears burn her skin as they fall. Each breath is a terrified wheeze.

“Lilac?”

Strong hands guide her up, anchoring arms and warm chest steadying her.

“Breathe,” his rich voice instructs. It's like a distant echo, a faraway light piercing the darkness.

“Ethan,” she breathes. “Something is wrong.”

“Focus on the present, Lilac.”

Danny and Bobby are on the linoleum floor, gasping. Her own lungs scream for air.

Rafael is on his hospital bed, his eyes closed. Lilac shuts her eyes tight but it feels like broken glass prickling her lids.

The silent killer courses through her as she stares at a plastic cover. A cold, desolate hospital room will be the last thing she sees before she dies. She's going to die alone.

“I'm here,” Ethan says. “You're safe, Lilac. Remember that and breathe. You're safe.”

“I'm dying, Ethan,” she tells him, panicked. “My blood pressure... My heart—”

Lilac breaks off, feeling her pulse rise like the slashing of a violent storm.

“Focus on my voice, Lilac. Breathe in and out slowly. Take your time.”

Breathing is agony but his voice guides her. Very carefully, she inhales a breath, terrified of the pain… except there is no pain. Just the beating of her terrified heart. The air leaves her in a shaky sigh.

“Concentrate on what you can feel and see. Bring your mind back to this moment right here.”

Unyielding, cold hardwood against her knees, cooling her sizzling skin. 

The soft, thick wool of his favorite knit sweater. 

Ethan's concerned face as the fog clears, blue eyes assessing her with the diligence of a doctor and all the love of a partner.

More air fills her lungs, her pulse steadying as it leaves her.

“That's it,” he encourages. “Take a few more deep breaths, Lilac.”

After a few more minutes, the thunder of her heart recedes and she can hear the busy Boston street in the distance once again. Lilac closes her eyes, the relief weakening her knees almost as much as the panic had. Ethan's arms anchor her in place.

“Better?” he asks quietly.

Eyes still closed, she nods.

“Better,” she assures him in a whisper.

“You're safe.”

The words, uttered like a promise for the third time that evening, make her feel weightless.

“I know that,” she says, opening her eyes. “Logically and medically, I know that but when a panic attack happens I—”

Her throat clamps up painfully. It takes all the strength in her weak body to keep the tears at bay. Ethan notices.

“Shhh,” he comforts her, pulling her close. “None of this is your fault, Lilac.”

At that, she cries, giving up the fight with a tearful little sob. It's not the words that make her crumble but the resolute conviction in his voice.

“I just hate feeling this way,” she cries softly. “My mind is always reliving the attack, thinking of the many things I could've done differently. Or fearing that the toxin could still somehow be in my body, even though I'm a doctor and I know that's not true. I hate feeling this scared and weak.”

Gently, Ethan pulls back to look her in the eye.

“You're not weak,” he tells her firmly, the truth shining in those blue eyes. “You're the bravest person I know.”

His lips against her forehead punctuate the proclamation, so delicate and tender that Lilac sways briefly on her feet. They fill her with newfound courage, inspiring her to face the undeniable truth— the same she had been running from since the attack.

“I want to see someone about this.”

Ethan contemplates her for the briefest of moments and then, he nods.

“I'm in contact with many outstanding colleagues who can help us. There are some I admire who would provide the best care.”

Lilac only nods.

“Thank you.”

“It's no problem. I can email them right now.”

She grips his hand.

“Not just for that. Thank you for being here.”

Ethan pauses only to push a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.

“No need to thank me, Lilac. I'm here for you. I always will be.”

Note and disclaimer: This is based solely on my own experience with anxiety, panic attacks, and PTSD. 

Thank you so much for reading!

PS.  After this, I hope to write some holiday content. Wish me luck!

[pjisskullourful]

I have some headcanons to spill lol

Ethan either has a massive praise kink or a humiliation/degradation kink IM SURE and I say this based on observations from interviews/fan interactions. My man is so careful with choosing his words or coming off a certain way there’s no way he wouldn’t want someone to acknowledge that and probably applies to his efforts in the bedroom too lol. I also have a theory that since he doesn’t like to show his face at its most vulnerable/less controlled or when feeling the passion—from the lack of pictures of him drumming or covering his face when he smiles bc teeth, it would apply to positions too—burying his face in the neck or taking you from the back. He’s a hugger and super reciprocating to touch so probably prefers holding you close too. There’s definitely a freak side where he’s super willing to try stuff and might set out to date people who’re more experimental or have unique interests/are smart and creative but also a bit of a mess and slightly intimidating. Also probably loves breast play and receiving oral.

May or may not have used a bit of info from his birthchart to confirm as well, lmk ur thoughts bestie 😏

my thoughts are...... im dehydrated now cos all of that is delicious& worth lingering on

i would say all of this is canon. i dont think any of this is a far stretch from what we know of his character. i would be so genuinely amazed if he didnt have a freak side& he was just like 'yep cool missionary'. i've never gotten the vibe from him that vanilla is his favourite flavour. i think he only SEEMS shy

& then my thoughts is: teehee i have seen ethans face while hes drumming& hes seen my fucking face while hes drumming. have i mentioned that? should i mention it more?!? 🙈

EDIT: i feel like this info could be grouped nicely with the enemies with benefits request 🤔

[greenxprof]

RP Wishlist !!

For Green:

more ships augggh

more opportunities to have him be a nerd ass and talk about pokémon biology or pokémon battling for hours

A BAND!!! I WANT A BAND…. he can play the drums!!!! He should be in a band!!!!

more spectrier. i love my horse. also more Iron Sonar. i love my bat robot. Let the horse haunt you too

ppperhaps explore the father side of his family, which means: the Kalos Royal Family. More mythology and folklore around the bloodline and obviously the consequences of what Az did 3 thousand years ago

For Ethan:

Just write him more in general 🥹 get him friends and all

more worldbuilding around the martial arts of the Dragon Tamer Clan, and more world building around Ho-oh and Lugia

Battle him pleaseeee

I want him to be involved in some cool world-ending event too

For Leowes:

More friends or partners in crime for my beloved

FINISH THE ORRE POKEDEX AND THE FAKEMONS

more enemies. i think he could have some, as a treat

Leowes meets Team Rocket and learns THEY created the snag machine. And maybe why.

leowes meets any evil team actually

Motorcycle races. Battling while in motorcycle races. do you get it

[halo-of-light-band]

Recently I've been thinking about bands. Specifically the idea of having multiple different people, each on their respective instruments, contributing to the art of creating music.

I was thinking about this as I was listening to Car Seat Headrest, and also watching some of their live performances from last year's tour. Because it's relevant to the post, a little bit of backstory: Car Seat Headrest was started by Will Toledo in 2010, and for the first 5 years and 11 albums released, the music was almost entirely written and recorded by Will. In 2015 the band was joined by drummer Andrew Katz, guitarist Ethan Ives, and in 2016 Bassist Seth Dalby. The next 3 albums released consisted of material that had already been written by Will prior to 2015, but was recorded by the newly formed band.*

Listening to the more recent era of Car Seat Headrest music, both the albums and live performances, I'm really struck by just how much having a band has contributed to the sound. Their 2020 album Making a Door Less Open was the first entirely composed and recorded as a band, and while I really love Will's early work as a testament to creativity while confined to just writing/recording by yourself with limited equipment, every time I listen to MaDLO I'm blown away by how much each band members' skillset elevates the music. Ethan's shredding guitars on Weightlifters, Deadlines (Hostile), and Martin, Seth's smooth and measured bass on Can't Cool Me Down, Andrew's expertise in both electronic and real drums throughout the album... it all adds up to a really cohesive, really solid sound. I'm sure that if Will was still making music by himself it would sound wonderful, he's a very talented musician and songwriter, but having the full band just adds so much the sound.

I think this is even more apparent in their live performances, having 5 people each focusing on their parts, their instrumental specialties, really adds up to creating a beautiful, polished sound. The album version of Hymn - Remix is decent, but the live version is transcendant, with upbeat, driving drums, Ethan fucking KILLING the guitar solo, touring member Ben Roth's organ bringing a both jazzy and religious vibe to the song, and Will adding an amazing dramatic flair to the song as he falls to his knees, singing "If I give this up, will I be saved?"

The band elevating the art is especially true when they play Will's older songs. Last year's Masquerade Tour opened the set with Crows, a song originally released in 2013 on Nervous Young Man, and I'm sure some of the improved sound can be attributed to 9 extra years of musical experience, but when I listen closely I can hear each members' musical style shining through, and giving the track a whole new vibe. The chorus is given a new energy, but the verses are haunting with Ben's tinkling synths, Seth's steady bass, and Ethan's falsetto harmony. (I love Ethan's backing vocals, but my sister hates them for some reason. Meghan if you're reading this, you're wrong.)

I don't think these observations are anything new - there's a reason that a lot of great artists either were bands, or had permanent members in their backing bands for solo artists. No one person can be amazing at everything, especially in an artform like music when there are so many different skills needed to create a good song, and so having other talented artists to contribute to the creative process can bolster the quality greatly. Hell, even just having other artists to consult on a project is really valuable, even if they aren't directly contributing to the final creation.

As an artist, and as a person with a lot of social anxiety, these observations are very important. I've played in groups before, but never on a project I was creating. I have a very hard time willing myself to reach out to people, to ask for input or help in creating part of my music. I have a desire to collaborate, but this has been a barrier to me, because unless somebody asks me first, I don't seek it out. I really like the idea of collaboration with people I artistically vibe with, and I understand how much value it can add to art, but my social anxiety often holds me back. I think I'm getting better with time. I've actually been making some artist friends that I talk to regularly in the last couple months, I feel more motivated to share my ideas and discuss artistic concepts with them. I'm still writing and recording my music entirely by myself, but I'm at least slowly beginning to let other people into my creative process, and let my guard down a little bit.

Will Toledo recorded his early music on his laptop, in his car, by himself, not as a creative choice, but as a necessity due to his position as a socially isolated teenager. It also created a very interesting and unique and beloved sound. Both of these things can be true at the same time. I can create art that is my own, constrained by my social and physical limitations, beautiful because of those limitations, while also not being tethered by those limitations, recognizing that my art can be so much more when I start to let other people in.

[i-revolve-around-you]

I think it's about time I wrote a proper introduction post

Hey y'all, welcome to my blog! I'm a tumblr veteran but decided to start over on a new account recently. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

🎵 the basics 🎵

nick ~ 28 ~ he/him ~ bi ~ white author ~ musician ~ gamer ~ nerd multi-fandom/shitposting this blog will be (mostly) SFW, but i still would rather not have minors following me. i just prefer interacting with adults, sorry. it's not personal. my likes, however, will be N/SFW, so be warned

my messages and ask box are always open! feel free to hit me up!

more info (including other links, and a list of fandoms/things i like) under the cut

tags: my ramblings | my face

🤩 a bit more about me 🤩

heya! the name's nick. i've been on tumblr since like...2011 or so? i was really big into it in my college years (2012-2017) but after The Great Tumblr Porn Ban of 2017 I've sorta been drifting in an out. When The Great Twitter Debacle of 2022 happened, I decided to migrate back on a new account so I could start fresh.

this account was immediately suspended because of my side-blog. which was a bit too unsafe for work for tumblr's guidelines ig 🙄 not mentioning that they had just recently updated their policy and everything i was posting was PERFECTLY FINE under them but w/e

so i started another one lmao and that's the one that you're looking at right now! my other account has since been restored but at that point I was already situated over here so like. whatever i guess. lol

i'm currently 28, and bisexual. semi-recently out of the closed as bi, actually. for years i identified as gay, but over time i started realizing "actually...i do kinda like girls?" i still identified as "gay" cuz it was easier than saying "so like i'm bi-sexual but mostly homo-romantic but also maybe potentially demi-sexual but only when it comes to real people?" then around 2020 it just kinda clicked with me, and the label of "bisexual" just felt right

anywho you didn't come here for my full life story. here's just a little bit more about me:

i'm a total nerd. i love video games, playing Yugioh, DND (just starting to get into that one), etc. i'm a writer. i've written several fanfics (some of which i'm really proud of, some of which i'm...less), and have a goal of one day publishing a novel (my main genre is YA contemporary with queer themes and characters). i'm a musician. i actually got my bachelor's degree in music (BA in Music). my main instrument is drums/percussion, but i'm learning a bit of guitar and can play a little bit of piano. i'm also a composer/songwriter, though haven't been writing as much these days. if i write anything cool i'll be sure to post it here!

🎭 the artist formerly known as 🎭

previous account: @excuuuseme-princess other previous urls: musicdork, sincerely-whelmed, futuremehatesme, @nickplayswhat, @spearfeld, among others, probably

🔍 other places to find me 🔎

tumblr sideblog (N/SFW, seriously be warned): @fadingfast1 twitter: @libromancerfire n/sfw twitter (again...be warned): @whatifitspriv tiktok: @libromancer_fireburst ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/darkjaden825698

⚔ fandoms/things i like ⚔

Books 📚

Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Orphan X series by Gregg Hurwitz

Darius the Great is Not Okay / Darius the Great Deserves Better by Adib Khorram

TV shows 📺

Arrowverse (especially Legend of Tomorrow [r.i.p. 😢])

Doctor Who

Travelers

Manifest

Movies 📽

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse

Love, Simon

Cartoons/Anime 🍞

Yu-Gi-Oh! (DM, GX, 5Ds, ZeXal, Arc-V, currently watching VRAINS and Sevens, have yet to start Go-Rush)

Code Lyoko*

Video Games 🎮

Resident Evil (played all mainline games, some spinoffs, faves are RE2make, Village, and Revelations 2, Ethan Winters is my husband)

Horizon (Zero Dawn, Forbidden West)

Persona (mostly 3 and 5, still need to finish 4, but Kanji is bae)

Fire Emblem (have played all except FE1, 2, 3, and about halfway through 5 but keep losing interest, Engage was FANTASTIC, but Ike is my favorite character)

Zero Escape (999, VLR, ZTD, Sigma Klim is my husband)

Life is Strange (particularly LiS2, but I love them all)

The Legend of Zelda

Golden Sun*

Music Artists 🎼

Paramore

Neck Deep

The Wonder Years*

Other

Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG

*fandoms/media I was once very involved in, but not as much anymore, still enjoy though fandoms/media i consider to be some of my faves/am very active in will (try and remember to) update as new things become relevant to me lmfaoo

[musicarenagh]

Family Ties and Punk Vibes: Trueblood’s New Single Shines Hey music lovers! Trueblood dropped a killer new track called "I Like My Life The Way It Is" which is a total bop and you need to check this out - San Diego's own Trueblood! Now this - the band's actually a bunch of four brothers, including 12 year old Mason who actually wrote the song. How cool is that? A father-daughter duo, these guys teamed up with Homescool to make this pop punk gem about loving life now, not being stuck in the past. This super catchy guitar riff at the top of the song will make you think of Blink 182, until it becomes this awesome alt rock anthem. All that is there - Dylan ripping on guitar, Cameron killing it on drums, Ethan belting those vocals, Mason bringing that youthful energy. And trust me, that chorus is an earworm (you will be singing it for days!) What's cool about this track is that it really feels like you are 'live in the moment'. For a young Mason is has nailed what it is to be a kid in today's world. It’s kind of a big middle finger to all those ‘back in my day’ comments from old folks. Trueblood's been killing it on stages across California and it's not hard to figure out why. These brothers have some crazy chemistry and you certainly can hear it every note. It's a combination of technical skills and catchy melodies, a baby if you will, of Polyphia and Paramore. Bottom line? There is more to 'I Like My Life The Way It Is' than a song. In other words, trueblood's basically saying, "Hey, we're here, we're now, and we're loving every minute of it." If you’re into pop-punk or alt rock, you’ve got to hear these guys. Trueblood is going places and this track is just the beginning, trust me. Listen to I Like My Life The Way It Is https://open.spotify.com/track/1bsfx967bb5sAEnNQmnIru?si=X18bL0wsRj2qsrXEUo61hA Follow Trueblood on Facebook Instagram

[ledenews]

What Makes Kaydon Board So Damn Cool?

She drifts you from the drearies while smartly smiling at a confusing world with old-school determination to turn frowns upside down, and that’s because she’s finally telling her tale instead of bellowing another’s silly and senseless syllables from a time she’s never endured or experienced. Meet Kaydon Hardman Board and you’ll encounter a wife, a mother, a daughter, a bartender, and a bandmate on the surface, sure, but she’s a storyteller, too, who swings on life’s chandeliers not out of crazy but for the new view that reveals much more than grounded eyes ever see.  She sings to you and for you – Kaydon includes you – instead of caroling AT audiences with an insulting and numbing anonymity. She glides and slides and she sneaks her peaks while sifting the right rhymes for the next best ballad that embraces the tale this 31-year-old’s old soul and her new band, Company Caravan, are trying to tell with a genuine tone and authentic sound. “But what am I trying to create? That’s a very good question,” Board said. “I want to create emotion. I want to create a feeling. I want to create discussion. I want the listeners to figure it out for themselves. The Board family - Willow, Kaydon, and Derik - having some fun during the Halloween season. “I want my music to be a connection for people who put their own meaning behind the music. Everyone’s world is different, so the music means something different to each person,” she said. “Music has always been something that has brought people together, and that’s what I want.” Company Caravan is a rock revival band that features Rachel Krems on bass guitar, Ethan Greene on drums, Jacob Carpenter on lead guitar, and Board stands in the middle with lead vocals. They played last Friday at the Polish American Patriot Club in South Wheeling and will take the stage at the Silver Rail Bar & Grill on Friday, October 18th. “I started Company Caravan because I wanted to start a fan that would perform original music. I wanted to write my own music. I wanted to see what I could do. I’ve loved music my whole life,” Board explained. “I’ve sang in a few different bands, and I loved it. I had a lot of fun and got to sing some of the best songs ever recorded. “But the songs weren’t my own stuff, so that’s why I recruited the members of the band and I feel very lucky to have everyone. I ask Rachel first, and then Ethan, and then Jacob, and it all came together,” she detailed. “I wanted to write my own music, and it means a lot to me that those guys are in it with me because being in a band can be like running a business. There’s a lot to it, and it’s a time thing. It’s like picking up a side job.” Company Caravan played to a large crowd at the Polish American Patriot Club in South Wheeling last weekend. A Rock Revival The Wheeling area possesses a healthy live and local music scene with a number of different venues in East Ohio and the Northern Panhandle featuring solo, duo, and band acts each weekend of the year. Board, of course, wants Company Caravan to play each and every one of them, too, but right now? Well, she’s a bit entranced with composition. “OK, so we have five original songs and we’re working on three more right now,” she revealed. “We all write the music, and I write the lyrics, and I really do want people to come up with their own interpretations of our songs. I know what I was thinking about when I was writing ‘Mystic Mama’ and ‘Ignitor,’ but I love to hear how my songs make other people feel; what they make other people think about and how they make them feel. Rachel Krems, Ethan Greene, Jacob Carpenter, and Kaydon will perform at the Silver Rail Bar & Grill in South Wheeling next weekend. “Music is the thing for me, and it always has been since I started singing Disney songs when I was a child. My mom said I wouldn’t stop singing. Ever,” she revealed. “’Just Around the Riverbend’ was the one song my mom said I wouldn’t stop singing when I was very young. And I still love that song.” She and her husband, Derik, formed Kaydon & The Kingsmen close to 10 years ago, and then she was the lead singer for a pair of popular cover bands, The Rip Rockers and Tongue n’ Cheek. “I just kept singing and people kept telling me to keep singing, too, but I do question my abilities all of the time. People tell me I’m crazy, but I think it’s pretty normal,” Board said with a chuckle. “But music is like a magnet that’s embedded in my soul. Every time I have gone away from music, I have soon found myself right back in the middle of it somehow because of that magnet. “I just feel the music so deeply. It’s a part of me and always has been. That’s why, right now, it’s important for me to write. It’s there. Inside me. And it feels great to let it out.” Read the full article

[chorusfm]

October Man – “Dandelion”

I’d like to introduce everyone to a cool new indie rock band called October Man. The band features Ethan Bodner (guitar), JD Leidersdorff (guitar/vocals), Ian Neill (bass), Anthony Abboud (keys/drums), and Joey Murphy (keys/drums). Most of the band has been playing together for nearly a decade, with Neill being a recent addition. Their latest single, called “Dandelion” is a catchy blast of indie rock that would be perfect for fans of The Strokes, Cold War Kids, and the guitar groove of Franz Ferdinand. The song opens up with a steady beat courtesy of Anthony Abboud while the dual-guitar attack embraces the groove of the track with a poise not usually seen in a band this young. Vocalist JD Leidersdoff has a great croon throughout the song and he remains as captivating as possible. October Man have created the perfect launch pad to success in the indie rock genre with this song that is sure to be added to many playlists for the foreseeable future. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/october-man-dandelion/

[ghostpill79]

Recap of yesterday

Woke up several times early in the morning nc then went back to sleep. Eventually got up at 9? Maybe 8:45. Yeah I think 8:45.

Fast forwarding- I took a nap earlier after eating dinner which was Publix wings. I ate all ten even though I was full after 8. I figured there’d be no pint just leaving two. I dreamt me and Evan were staying with Tony P. And he was being super nice and cool- and it was werid. I really wanted to hate him and be a dick to him but I felt an obligation to not. He had two cats- like he did in reality. But he had a 3rd he was keeping in a small cage. And when we asked him why he said he found it and was sending it off to be put down. And me and Evan were like “noooo” so we decided we would take the cat.

He also had this drum machine that he triggered the sounds with actual drum sticks. There was another point where I was riding around listing to either the first or second alvvays album and they had included a bizzare 70s style soft rock song on it. But during the dream it really hit.

After I woke up from this dream it was 8 pm. And my plans to go get my money from Anna bannana’s now wasn’t going to work. So I decided to just go on a late night walk. I’ll probably go get my money before class tomorrow. Nothing notable happened during my walk. My air pods - my right air pod keeps fucking turning off , it’s so annoying. I need to just get a pair of decent headphones. I saw what I think was a lot of club meetings. I saw and got stuck walking behind this guy who was in my poetry class. I remembered he wrote a poem about wanting to fuck a cloud or something? I thought about the interaction that would come from me saying this to him but I of course did not. When I got back to my apartment Ethan had locked the door for some reason. I was really thirsty so drank a glass of water and then wanted to play guitar- so I drank the rest of the monster that came with my textbook I ordered from chegg.

I pretty much finished a song that I’ve titled patience. I also realized my Mac book charge has finally broken. So I had to order a new one from eBay and it’s going to take about a week to get here. I decided that I will turn this into a blessing in disguise or however you would say it - and focus on writing songs and such. I also will finally use the little recording room they have in the library. I reserved it for 9-10pm tomorrow.

[screamingforyears]

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