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Foxie, Becks and Butcher, Too

A Billy Butcher POV fic

'The course of true love never did run smooth' - as Billy Butcher's about to find out...

This story is based on several Butcher-yapping sessions I've had with the absolute legend @vulgarcupcake, whom I bloody adore.

⚠️ Smut below the cut, along with all the dark shit to be expected from a fic set in 'The Boys' universe - MDNI

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Seedy don’t even begin t'describe this fuckin’ shit'ole. 

Stinks o’stale beer, cheap aftershave an’ desperation. The kinda joint where the bouncers are too busy floggin' crack t'stop the strippers gettin' mauled by punters. 

But filf festers in places like this, so ‘ere I am - tryna find this fuckin’ z-list supe ‘oo claims ‘e knows summink that’d take them Vought cunts down f’good.

I lean against the sticky bar, scannin’ the room, when the lights dim and ‘Thunderstruck’ starts blastin’ frew the speakers - just about loud enuff t'make me fuckin’ ears bleed. The crowd shifts, all eyes look to the stage, and me - well, I turn t’look, too, more out of ‘abit than any real interest. 

But then I see ‘em.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

Two o’the most stunnin’ birds I’ve ever clapped eyes on, movin’ abou’ like they own the fuckin’ place. 

One’s a tiny fing, platinum blonde ‘air wiv these black streaks frew the ends, all sass and wicked smirks. Looks like she’d eat ya alive an' laugh while she's doin’ it. The uvver one- fuck me - she’s got curves that’d make a priest reconsider ‘is vows, a dark red pixie cut and these sultry eyes that flick over the crowd like she’s tryna choose ‘er next victim.

They strut t'the front o’ the stage as the beat kicks in, ‘ips swayin’ in sync, tits 'n arse cheeks bouncin’ about - the ‘ole fuckin’ rooms vibratin’ off their energy.

The blonde grabs the pole, spins ‘erself round so smoove, it’s like she’s weightless, then drops low, archin’ ‘er back jus’ right. The red’ead stalks forward, slow 'n deliberate, lockin’ eyes wiv some poor sod in the front row who's probly jus’ shot ‘is load in ‘is fuckin’ trousers.

I should be finkin’ 'bout me mission - the scumbag I’m sposed t’be huntin’ down, but all I can do is stare. Me mowf’s gone dry, me ‘ands tight on me glass, an’ f’the first time in fuck knows ‘ow long, I’m bloody mesmerised.

Then, just as that screechin’ guitar solo ‘its, the red’ead flicks ‘er gaze my way - looks right at me - an’ whips ‘er top off.

And fuck me if I don’t feel like I’m the one bein’ hunted now.

Then it ‘appens.

Some fat-fingered, lairy twat in a cheap suit - some banker or city prick, no doubt - gets it in ‘is ‘ead that ‘is front row seat means 'e can do more than just look’. ‘E reaches up, grabs an ‘andful o’the blonde’s arse like e’s paid for it.

Big. Fuckin’. Mistake.

Before I can even set me drink down, she swings round and chins the cunt. No ‘esitation, no messin’ - just a straight-up, solid fuckin’ right ‘ook to ‘is jaw. The crack of it’s fuckin’ beautiful. Prick goes down like a sack o’spuds, clutchin’ ‘is face, shock all over ‘is punchable gob.

Then ‘is mate - annuver greasy-lookin' wanker - jumps up from ‘is seat, all puffed up, actin’ like e’s about t’do summink about it. But before ‘e can even open ‘is gob, the red’ead’s there.

She don’t just step in - nah -she fuckin' flies. Legs 'round ‘is waist, fists in ‘is hair, draggin' ‘im down t'the floor like some feral fuckin’ cat. E’s too busy shriekin’ n flailin’ t'fight back. The bouncers finally decide to earn their fuckin’ pay, 'aulin’ the two twats off while the rest o’the room cheers like they just watched the main event at a fuckin’ boxing match.

I just lean back against the bar, chucklin’ to meself.

Fink I might 'ave t'come 'ere more often.

A minute later, the scent of vanilla and a bit o’violence ‘its me, and I don’ even ‘ave to look t’know oo’s just walked up. One on eiver side o’me. The blonde perches ‘erself against the bar to me right, knuckles still red, lips curled in satisfaction. The red’ead slinks up on me left, smug as fuck, shakin’ out ‘er ‘ands like she ain't just flattened some city wanker in record time.

They both signal the bartender at the same time. “Five shots,” they say, almost in sync.

Five? Each?

The drinks are lined up in seconds, and before I can even make a smart-arsed remark, they grab their glasses and knock ‘em back like it’s fuckin’ water.

I watch, properly fuckin’ transfixed, as they down every last drop. Neiver of ‘em even winces.

The blonde slams ‘er last glass down, licks ‘er lips, then glances up at me.

The red’ead does the same, then tilts ‘er ‘ead, lookin’ me up and down like she’s measurin’ me up.

I exhale slow, grinnin’.

“Evenin’, ladies,” I say, all smoove like, before downin’ me own drink. 

“Crackin' show, that…”

I glance between ‘em, still fuckin’ reelin’ from what I just witnessed. Ain’t often ya see a couple o’strippers deck two pricks. These are definitely the kinda gells oo’d eat a bloke alive and not even leave the bones.

I huff a laugh, leanin’ on the bar. “I’d offer to buy you boaf a drink, but summink’ tells me if I said the wrong fing, you’d rip me fuckin’ bollocks off.”

The blonde barks out a proper, froaty laugh, smirkin’ up at me, eyes glintin’. “You wish…” she purrs, flickin’ a bit of ‘er bloody gorgeous ‘air over ‘er shoulder.

The red’ead just grins slow, proper dangerous-like, and steps in closer - right into me space. She tilts ‘er head, eyes gleamin’ under the neon lights. “When I get my hands on your bollocks,” she murmurs - 'n fuck me, she's a Brit, “it won’t be to rip ‘em off.”

Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

I swallow ‘ard, heat shootin’ straight t'me cock. I ain’t a nervous bloke - don’t get rattled easy - but fuck me if that didn’t just knock the wind right outta me sails. She knows exactly what she’s doin’, the little minx. And the blonde? She’s watchin’ it all wiv a knowing look, like she’s waitin’ to see if I’ll crumble.

Not a fuckin’ chance.

I grin, signal to the bartender. “Right then. Let’s get some more shots in, shall we?”

Few minutes later, we’ve got fresh drinks in ‘and, and I’m feelin’ the warm buzz o’whiskey makin’ its way frew me system. I clink me glass against theirs, eyes flickin’ between ‘em. “So, what do I call you, then? Or am I just gonna keep thinkin’ of ya as the two sexiest fuckin’ women I’ve ever seen in me life?”

The blonde chuckles, rollin’ ‘er eyes. “Foxie,” she says, tappin’ ‘er shot glass against mine before knockin’ it back like a pro. Fuck me. She's fuckin’ foxy alright.

“Becks,” the red'ead says, voice like warm fuckin’ honey.

Foxie ‘n Becks.

I roll their names over in me ‘ead, takin’ anuvver slow sip o’whiskey. Two of ‘em, right ‘ere, pressin’ in close, flirtin’ back just as ‘ard as I’m throwin’ it. And me? I’m in fuckin’ turmoil.

Because I genuinely can’t choose which one I want most.

Foxie’s all wicked grins and flirty, she's absolutely stunnin’ and is definitely trouble - a tiny little firecracker oo’d probly set me ‘ole life alight just for the fun o'watchin’ it burn. Becks is pure filf, wiv the most crackin’ set o'tits I've ever seen and a mouth that could fuckin’ talk a bloke into - or out of - anyfin.

I wan‘em boaf.

And if I ain't mistaken, they boaf fuckin’ know it.

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The booze is flowin’, the flirtin’s gettin’ filfier, and I’m ‘avin’ the best fuckin’ night I’ve ‘ad in years. Foxie’s perched on me right, leanin’ in every time she laughs, ‘er little ‘and on me arm, eyes flashin’ like she knows exactly ‘ow much trouble she is. Becks is on me left, battin’ 'er eyelashes and touchin’ me up, ‘er voice drippin’ wiv suggestion every time she opens that wicked mowf. I’d be lyin’ if I said I weren’t absolutely fuckin’ smitten - an’ absolutely fuckin’ torn.

An hour’s gone by in a blur o’whiskey, teasin’, and them takin’ turns windin’ me up so bad I can barely fink straight. The club’s windin’ down now, punters stumblin’ out into the night, and it’s clear as fuck where this is ‘eaded. They boaf want me. Boaf of ‘em. And I, in all me years of chasin’ skirt, ‘ave never been in such a fuckin’ predicament.

I push back from the bar, stretchin’ me arms over me ‘ead. “Right,” I say, grinnin’. “I need a slash. But when I get back, you two are gonna have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors over me or somethin’, ‘cause I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue ‘ow to pick between ya.”

Foxie just giggles, downin’ the last of ‘er drink. Becks smirks over the rim of ‘ers, archin’ a single, perfict brow.

I ‘ead off to the bogs, splash a bit o’ cold water on me face, and stare at meself in the mirror. Jesus, Butcher. What the fuck are you doin’?

I know EXACTLY what I’m doin'.

When I step back out into the club, they’re still at the bar, standin’ close, talkin’ low between ‘emselves. Their eyes flick up to me at the same time, and summink about the way they’re lookin’ at me makes the ‘airs on the back o’me neck stand up.

Foxie tilts ‘er head, smilin’ as she taps a finger against ‘er lips. “So, Butcher…”

Becks leans in, voice all warm and velvety. “What if…” She lets it ‘ang there, just for a second, before she grins.

Foxie finishes for ‘er. “You didn’t have to choose?”

I fuckin’ freeze.

And then, very fuckin’ slowly, a grin spreads across me face.

“Ladies,” I murmur, steppin’ closer, lettin’ me gaze flick between ‘em. “I fink I just ‘ad the best piss o’me fuckin’ life.”

Foxie ‘olds up ‘er ‘and, ‘er smirk widenin’. “Hold on a minute, big boy.”

Becks leans in, mirrorin’ ‘er, and I swear I’ve never been more fuckin’ eager to ‘ear what’s comin’ next.

“Just so we’re clear,” Foxie purrs, eyes glintin’ wicked, “we come as a pair, yeah, but not in the way you’re thinkin’.”

Becks tilts ‘er head, trailin’ a finger along the rim of ‘er empty glass. “You can have us both,” she murmurs, “but not at the same time.”

Foxie leans in close, ‘er breath warm against me ear. “We’ll share you. No questions asked. No jealousy, no moanin’, no nagging…”

Becks’ lips brush against me ear as she whispers. “The best of both worlds.”

I stare at ‘em, flickin’ me gaze between the two, and for the first time ever, I’m speechless. Two of the most stunnin’, dangerous, sexy birds I’ve ever laid eyes on, and they’re offerin’ me a fuckin’ dream scenario.

I let out a low chuckle, shakin’ me ‘ead. “This night,” I murmur, grinnin’ like the bastard I am, “just keeps gettin’ better.”

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We stumble into mine, the door barely clickin’ shut before the gells make ‘emselves at ‘ome like they’ve been ‘ere a hundred times before. Foxie kicks off ‘er ‘eels, stretchin’ like a cat, while Becks flops onto me couch, arms drapin’ over the back like she owns the fuckin’ fing. It’s a sight, I tell ya - the pair of ‘em loungin’ round me gaff like they belong ‘ere. 

I could definitely get used to this.

I grab a bottle o’whiskey, pour three glasses, then drop meself onto the couch right between ‘em. They don’t waste a bloody second - Foxie leans into me right side, ‘er little fingers trailin’ up me arm, while Becks presses in close on the left, ‘er thigh warm against mine. I take a slow sip, feelin’ proper fuckin’ smug.

“So,” I say, “right. ‘Ow’s this gonna work then?”

They share a look, Foxie’s lips twitchin’, Becks’ smile filfy as ever.

“You choose,” Foxie says simply, eyes dark and glintin’. “Whoever you want tonight. No hard feelings.”

Becks nods, draggin’ ‘er fingers slow over me knee. “We promised, didn’t we? No jealousy, no drama.”

I glance between ‘em, then huff out a laugh. “Oh, bollocks to that. I ain’t gonna choose.”

I dig in me pocket, pull out a coin, an’ ‘old it up between me fingers. “‘Eds, Foxie. Tails, Becks.”

They watch, amused, as I flip the bastard. The coin spins in the air, catchin’ the light, and when it lands on me palm, I flip it over t'the back o’me uvver 'and.

'Eads it is.

Foxie grins, triumphant, while Becks just chuckles, stretchin’ ‘er arms over ‘er ‘ed like she ain’t got a care in the world.

“Right then,” I say, pushin’ meself up. “Let’s get you sorted, love.”

I grab a pillow and blanket from me cupboard, tossin’ ‘em onto the couch. “Comfy as fuck, that couch,” I tell Becks, watchin’ as she flops down like she’s testin’ it out.

Before I turn t’leave, I crouch down, catch ‘er chin between me fingers, and press a slow, deep kiss to ‘er lips. She hums against me mouth, all warm an’ lazy, and when I pull back, I let a low growl rumble from me throat.

“Night, love,” I tell ‘er.

Foxie grabs me ‘and, tuggin’ me towards me bedroom, but Becks just grins up at me from the couch.

“Night, Butcher, night Fox - don't break him!” she says, only ‘alf jokin’. Fuck - what ‘ave I let meself in for?

And wiv that, me and Foxie disappear into me bedroom, leavin’ Becks stretched out, smilin’ to ‘erself, like she already knows ‘er turn’ll come soon enough.

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As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut, Foxie’s on me like a fuckin’ wildfire, pressin’ me back against it, ‘er li'le ‘ands already slidin’ up me chest. She’s tiny, barely comes up to me chin, but Christ, the way she moves - like she’s already got me figured out, already knows exactly what she’s doin’ to me.

I let out a low chuckle, thumbin’ a strand of ‘er platinum hair, feelin’ the silky softness between me fingers. “You’re a right little menace, ain’t ya?”

She grins up at me, all teeth and trouble. “You love it.”

She ain’t wrong.

I grab ‘er waist, pullin’ ‘er in flush, feelin’ the heat of her pressed against me. It’s been a long fuckin’ time since I’ve ‘ad a woman like this - one that’s all confidence, no ‘esitation, knows exactly what she wants and ain’t afraid t’take it. And fuck me, does she take it.

Her mowf’s on mine before I can fink, kissin’ me like she means to fuckin’ ruin me, ‘er ‘ands slidin’ up into me hair, tuggin’ just enough to make me groan into ‘er lips. She tastes like whisky an’ trouble, and bollocks, I’m in deep.

Me fingers skim under the hem of  er top, findin’ bare, warm skin, and she arches into me, hummin’ against me mouth like she’s already got plans for how this night’s gonna go. I back ‘er up towards the bed, ‘ands roamin’, touchin’, takin’ in every inch of ‘er like I need t’memorise it. Because fuck, I do.

This ain't just a quick fuck - it ain't just about scratchin' an itch. It's sumfin else entirely. Sumfin sharp an’ electric, a proper fizz in the air, like she’s got some kinda spell on me.

And the worst part? I don’t even fuckin’ care.

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I wake up to the smell of bacon. Proper thick-cut, none o’that supermarket shite. First thought in me head? Fuck me, I’ve died and gone to ‘eaven.

Foxie’s still sprawled out beside me, ‘air a mess, lips all swollen from last night. I let me fingers drift down ‘er back, lazy ‘n light, but she just grumbles, buryin’ ‘er face in me pillow. Right then - guess I’m flyin’ solo.

I pull on me joggers, drag meself outta bed, and wander into the kitchen, rubbin’ the sleep out me eyes. And there she is - Becks, stood at the stove like she’s done it a thousand fuckin’ times before, ‘air a messy li'le pixie halo, flippin’ bacon wiv the kinda focus usually reserved for bomb disposal.

She clocks me standin’ there and smiles over her shoulder. “Mornin’, Billy.”

I lean against the counter, arms crossin’ over me chest, watchin’ as she plates up eggs, sausages, the works. “You been out?”

“Course,” she says, like it’s the most normal fing in the world. “Figured you’d need proper fuel after last night.”

I huff out a laugh, runnin’ an ‘and frew me ‘air. “You takin’ the piss?”

She grins. “Maybe a little.”

I glance at the spread on the table - bacon crisped up just right, eggs lookin’ golden ‘n runny, black pudding, mushrooms, the fuckin’ lot. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, sinkin’ into a chair. “You tryna make me fall in love with ya?”

Becks just winks, settin’ a mug of tea down in front o’me. “Eat first. Declare undyin’ devotion later.”

Just then, Foxie staggers in, ‘air all over the shop, wearin’ one of me shirts that’s way too big on ‘er, lookin’ sexy as fuck. She lets out a delighted little gasp when she sees the food. “Good ol’ Becks - I'm fucking starving”

Becks just nudges a plate towards her. “Eat up, gorgeous.”

And so we do - three of us sat round me kitchen table, laughin’, nickin’ bits off each other’s plates, like we’ve been doin’ this f’years. It’s fuckin’ weird, in the best way. Easy. Natural.

I sip me tea, lookin’ between ‘em, and shake me ‘ead wiv a smirk. I dunno what the fuck I’ve gotten meself into - but I ain’t complainin’.

-----

I barely make it frew the day. Every time I look at Becks, I’m finkin’ about what’s comin’ later. She knows it, too - the little look she gives me every time I catch ‘er eye, the way she brushes past me, barely fuckin’ touchin’ me, but leavin’ me burnin’ all the same. Foxie clocks it straight away, the smug little cow, an’ she just gives me a wink over ‘er tea and says, “Well, you two are gonna be useless today.”

She ain’t wrong.

By the time night rolls round, I’m climbin’ the fuckin’ walls. Foxie gives Becks a li’le nudge  as she ‘eads off to the couch, tellin’ ‘er to “play nice,” and Becks just laughs, low and husky, shootin’ me a look that damn near finishes me off on the spot.

The second the bedroom door shuts be’ind us, I’ve got ‘er pinned against it, one ‘and tangled in that dark red pixie cut, the uvver already slidin’ down ‘er waist. She lets out a breathy little laugh, all warm an’ wicked, tiltin’ ‘er ‘ead back like she’s invitin’ me to do me worst.

Oh, love, you dunno what you’ve just signed up for.

I kiss ‘er like I mean to wreck ‘er - slow at first, deep an’ teasing, then ‘arder when she makes this little noise in the back of ‘er throat, fists tight in me ‘air. She’s all curves, soft in all the right places, and fuck me, she smells good. Like vanilla and sin.

“Been waitin’ f’this all day,” I mutter against ‘er lips, slidin’ me ‘ands under her shirt, finally gettin’ me ‘ands on them tits. Fuckin’ell - what a pair they are.

She grins, eyes dark wiv mischief. “Oh yeah?” ‘Er fingers tug at me waistband, draggin’ me closer. “Guess we’d better make it worth the wait then.”

Fuckin’ell. I’m gone.

I growl low in me throat, haulin’ ‘er up, and she wraps ‘er legs round me waist like she was made for it. Christ, the feel of ‘er - warm, soft, all smug confidence like she knows she’s got me in the fuckin’ palm of ‘er ‘and. And she does. Oh, she does.

I carry ‘er to the bed, droppin’ ‘er onto the mattress wiv a bounce, and she props ‘erself up on ‘er elbows, lookin’ at me like I’m ‘er next meal.

“Gonna stand there all night, big boy?” she teases, runnin’ ‘er tongue over ‘er bottom lip, an  fuckin’ hell, I nearly lose it.

I climb over ‘er, settlin’ meself between ‘er thighs, lettin’ me weight press  er into the bed, and she shivers, eyes dark as sin. “You’re a proper filthy fucker, you know that?” I mutter against ‘er jaw, kissin’ my way down ‘er neck.

She hums, archin’ up into me, ‘ands slidin’ down towards me cock, sendin’ a thrill right frew me. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Can’t argue wiv that.

I take me time, explorin’ every inch of ‘er, memorisin’ the sounds she makes, the way she moves under me. It’s different from Foxie - where Foxie was all wild energy, Becks is slow, sultry, like she’s enjoyin’ every second, makin’ sure I do too. It’s fuckin’ intoxicatin’.

She rolls us over sudden-like, straddlin’ me wiv a wicked grin, ‘ands pressed to me chest. “My turn,” she murmurs, leanin’ down to kiss me, slow and deep, stealin’ every last bit o’ control I ‘ad left.

I am so fuckin’ done for.

-----

The room’s all warm an’ cozy, tangled sheets and the scent of Becks still clingin’ t me skin. She’s out cold, one arm draped over me stomach, ‘er breff slow an’ steady against me chest. I slip out careful-like, grabbin’ me joggers from the floor, and pad out to the kitchen, needin’ a drink, a smoke, and a fuckin’ minute to get me head straight.

I light up, takin’ a deep drag, lettin’ the smoke curl in me lungs before breavin’ it out slow. The place is silent, just the faint hum of the fridge and the distant rumble of cars outside. It’s peaceful. Almost too peaceful, considerin’ the absolute madness of the last twenty-four hours.

I should be confused, right? I should be sittin’ here, tryin’ t’figure out which one of ‘em I want more, which one’s got me proper. But I ain’t. Cos I can’t fuckin’ choose.

Foxie, wiv ‘er magic li'le mowf. The way she fuckin’ owned me cock and ran ‘er ‘ands all over me like ‘er life depended on it. And Becks, all slow ‘n sensual, makin’ me feel I was summink special just by the way she looked at me. And the way she moaned my name when I first stuck me cock in ‘er. Fuck.

'Ow the fuck am I meant to pick?

And then it ‘its me - I don’t ‘ave to.

I don't want to.

They don’t want me to. 

They’ve already worked it all out, already set the rules, and bollocks if it don’t make perfect sense. I get ‘em both. No jealousy, no moanin’, no drama. Just me and me gells.

I let out a deep breff, then take another drag, a slow smirk spreadin’ across me lips.

Yeah.

This can definitely fuckin’ work.

-----

I dunno exactly when it ‘appened - one minute they were crashin’ at mine now and then, the next, their shit was everywhere - fuckin’ perfumes takin’ over me bathroom, bras ‘angin’ off the back of me chair, and me kitchen permanently stocked with Becks’ dodgy fuckin’ vodka and Foxie’s 900 different types o'soddin’ pasta. Proper fuckin’ nutjobs, the both of ‘em. 

But I wouldn’t change ‘em for the bloody world.

Foxie, me little crybaby, snivels over everyfin. Some daft advert on the telly? Tears. I fuck me fleshligh’ t'teach ‘er a lesson? Waterworks. I barely fuckin’ touch her with a joke punch, and she’s clutchin’ her arm like I just shattered the fuckin’ fing. But she’s got an ‘eart the size o’the fuckin’ moon, and it ain’t just herself she’s cryin’ over - she’s always lookin’ out for Becks ‘n me.

And Becks? Fuckin’ liability, that one. Proper mowfy gobshite, ‘specially when she’s ‘ammered, which is quite a lot. The amount o’times I’ve ‘ad t’drag ‘er away from some poor cunt she’s squared up to, pint in ‘and, swayin’ on ‘er feet but refusin’ to back down. Christ. And yet, some’ow, she always gets away wiv it, flashin’ her fuckin’ cleavage an’ battin’ them big eyes ‘til she’s the bloody victim of the ‘ole situation.

I keep tellin’ ‘em boaf to pack in the strippin’, but do they listen? Do they fuck. So now I’m sneakin’ into the club most nights, nursin’ a whiskey at the back, keepin’ an eye out - just t’make sure no cunt so much as breaves the wrong way near ‘em. They know, o’course - pair o’smug little bitches they are - always sendin’ me cheeky winks from the stage, Becks pushin’ ‘er tits togevver or blowin’ me kisses, Foxie wearin’ them tiny knickers ‘n knee socks she knows I can't resist ‘er in - just t’take the piss.

They’re a mess. But they’re my fuckin’ mess. 

And god ‘elp any cunt ‘oo ever fuckin’ upsets ‘em - cos I'll fuckin’ kill ‘em.

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Been fuckin’ burned, ain't we.

I’m fuckin’ dreadin’ this. Not the safe house. Not Vought breavin’ down me neck. Not even the fact me ‘ole life’s just gone up in flames again. Nah, what’s got me sweatin’ is me gells.

‘Cause I ain’t exactly told The Boys about ‘em.

Weren’t ‘iding it, exactly - just never got round t’yappin’ about me domestic situation. ‘Oi, lads, pass the whiskey - and oh, by the way, I’m shaggin’ two gorgeous but absolute nutter strippers. Oh, and they live wiv me…’ didn’t seem like natural conversation. 

But now, I ain’t got a choice - they got nowhere t’live. Turns out they ‘ad t'do a runner from their place after Becks chinned the bloody landlord cos the ‘cheeky cunt’ asked for the seven months’ rent she ‘just forgot’ t’pay.

So - they gotta come wiv me. Cos Christ - they ain't bloody safe t’be left t'fend for ‘emselves.

I glance over at ‘em in the back seat, where they’re pissin’ about like this is some bloody road trip an’ not me worst fuckin’ nightmare. “Right,” I warn ‘em as we set off. “I need you two to fuckin’ be’ave yerselves.”

“Yes, Billy,” they chirp in unison, like butter wouldn't fuckin’ melt.

It crosses me mind that I'd rather just put me foot down ‘n chuck meself out the bloody car door than try t’make this pair listen to a bloody word I say again.

“No - don’t you ‘yes, Billy’ me. I fuckin’ mean it. No windin’ M.M up. No flirtin’ with Frenchie or nickin’ ‘is stash. And for the love of fuck, do not - DO NOT! - get ‘Ughie involved in any of your bullshit.”

Foxie gasps, all fake innocence. “Billy, I’m hurt.”

‘Oi! Jus’ fuckin’’ listen, yeah? An’ don’ be startin’ any shit wiv Starlight or Kimiko, neaver. Do you fuckin ‘ear me?’

Becks smirks, spreadin’ her legs wide open, flashin’ ‘er minge, just t'piss me off a bit more. “C’mon, Butch - we’re angels.”

Angels, my fuckin’ arse.

I know EXACTLY ‘ow this is gonna go. 

And I know - wivout a fuckin’ shadow of a doubt - that I will never ‘ear the end o’this from the lads.

-----

I knew it. I fucking knew it.

From the second I stepped frew that door wiv me gells in tow, I knew it was gonna be absolute fucking carnage. And lo and bloody be’old…

M.M. just stares at ‘em - ‘n goes from nought t'ragin’ in 0.01 seconds. “Butcher,” he says, real slow. “Why the FUCK have you brought two hookers to this safe house?”

I damn near snap me own teef grindin’ ‘em togevver. “Oi - watch yer fuckin’ mowf, M. This is Foxie, ‘n this Becks - they're… well, they're me gells, ain't they.”

‘Ughie, the soft bastard, looks baffled. “Wait - wait… What do you mean, ‘your girls’?” He gestures wildly between me an’ the pair of ‘em, who true t'form are struttin’ ‘round the place like it’s theirs already. “Butcher… are you their fucking pimp?”

Foxie bursts out laughin’, wrappin’ herself round me arm. Becks just cackles.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter, rubbin’ me face. “They’re me birds, alright? We’re -” I wave me ‘and, tryna find the right words.

Foxie hums, lookin’ thoughtful. “I wouldn’t call it dating, exactly.”

“No - I'd describe it as ‘fucking’‘- like - A LOT. A co-habiting fuck-triangle, maybe?” Becks cuts in, all bolshy. “And for the record, m ‘n m or whatever your name is - we’re strippers, actually.” And before I can stop ‘er, she flashes ‘er fuckin’ tits right there in the middle of the room.

‘Ughie looks like ‘es gonna ‘it the deck, and Annie practically dives in front of ‘im, tryna shield ‘is poor fuckin’ innocent eyes.

M.M. looks two seconds from murder. “That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it. We’re all dead.”

Frenchie, on the other hand? Absolutely delighted. “Oh, mon dieu, this is fantastic.” And before I can stop ‘er, Foxie’s climbed into ‘is lap, wrappin’ ‘er arms round ‘is neck an’ startin’ up a bloody lap dance.

Kimiko's takin’ it all in, clearly findin’ the ‘ole fing fuckin’ hilarious. Annie looks like she’d rarver go back to The Seven than stay ‘ere. ‘Ughie's rockin’ back and forth mutterin’ ‘why does this shit keep happening to me’ repeatedly. M.M. - well ‘e looks like ‘e might need a fuckin’ ambulance.

I just sigh, already headin’ f’the whisky. This is me life now.

I've not even left the bloody room before Becks pipes up.

“Skin up then Frenchie, there's a good'un. I’ll rack us up some lines, yeah? Where's your stash, babe? Grab some vodka, Fox. Let's get this party started!”

Foxie cheers. “Fancy another lapdance, French? Where's the stereo? Dry humping's better when music is pumping - that's my motto…”

Frenchie looks like e'd ‘appily 'stay on the run forever.

I don’ even bovver tryna find a glass - m'just gonna neck the ‘ole fuckin’ bottle. 

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Enemies

Enemies | A Foxy 🦊 and Wolfie 🐺 One Shot

Summary: Bucky has enemies. He used to fight them alone, now he has you on his side. It’s interesting what a Fox would do and Bucky is in for a surprise how much capable you are in the field you work best.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and mention of a lot of unethical hacking. kissing? and... that's it? Please tell me if I missed out on something.

Words: 6.9 k

Ratings: 18+ Minors DN

A/N: Tag-list is still open. Any errors is on me. Enjoy! 💕😉

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Dealing with enemies, it's part of the life he chose to live. Bucky knows that, especially after he reigned as the king of New York. There are always enemies that wanted to fuck with him and rivals that one to one up him in the game. 

The rivals, just like Karli and Yondu. They respect the business and they respect each other. In order to coexist, they remain neutral yet hostile at the same time. Bucky could easily do that. Enemies? Rumlow, Hydra, and many others. Well, they are not shy on crossing the line and doing what it takes to take back power from Bucky. 

Bucky wouldn’t let that happen. He always dealt with their attacks, whether with their business or their people. He could remember the time when they decided to get even and went after his mother and sisters, he wreaked havoc on them and made sure that they were not going to be able to go back. But in this life, he might have made enemies but he also made allies that are now friends and family to him.

The time that he managed to save Shuri from her very own cousin. Killmonger, the one who did it, it was T'challa who gave the killing blow but it was Bucky’s gun that was used. Killmonger has a good purpose on wanting to take over New York but the ways are too fucked up. Bucky was actually the lesser evil, so T’challa came to him. Eventually, Bucky saved Shuri’s life and his business. They became partners and later on friends.

Of course despite everything else, there are enemies that never get tired to try to bring Bucky down. Rumlow, Hydra and some others that were once kings of New York. They just can’t seem to get enough of Bucky’s fists and bullets which Bucky is happy to give. Though, all of that was done by his own hands and his own mind. Of course he had his men, Sam, Natasha and Steve at his rear. But everything was done according to his way.

But now he is stumped as an old enemy arises yet again. This time doing something out of the ordinary and Bucky doesn’t know if his fists and bullets would be enough.

“Another hit?” Bucky looked up from the desk in his home office. He got woken up by a call from Natasha and was informed about another incident. It has been five or is it six, Bucky has lost count as hits on his business and assets are taking place. This is the third in this month as long as he can remember and Bucky is really getting tired of this.

He had to leave you on the bed, even though all he wanted to do was stay there. Since the incident with Walker and Beck, you have been staying a lot at his penthouse. At first, it was for your own safety but the succeeding months was with his own offer. This was one of those nights and Bucky doesn’t want to waste it on dealing with the shit on his business. He tried so hard to get out of bed unnoticed but it seems like it's not only him that got used to having someone sleep beside them.

You stood there leaning against the door frame wearing only his black henley and shorts. Your hair is tied up and your eyes are a little bit sleepy. 

Bucky sighed as he leaned back on his chair. His eyes roamed on your body as if he didn’t have the chance the night before. You raised a brow at him waiting for his reply. 

“C’mere,” He patted his lap instead and you narrowed your eyes at him as you stood your ground against the door frame.

“Not until you tell me what made you leave me alone on the bed at…” you trailed off as you looked around for a clock before it landed on the father clock on the right side. Which unfortunately, has a clock hand instead of a number. You groaned a bit as you squinted trying to have your sleepy brain interpret it. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle as he looked towards it.

“Three twenty-five am,” He supplied and you huffed as you rubbed your right eye before looking back at him.

“Yeah, just what you said,” you mumbled and Bucky just patted his lap again one more time. You huffed and moved sluggishly until you landed on his lap. You immediately curled against his chest while his vibranium arm immediately found its way around your back and settled on your hip as the other caressed your face.

“Hi Foxy,” Bucky breathed out using the nickname you are starting to get fond of as long as it's Bucky who calls you that. 

“Hi Wolfie,” You used his nickname back to him. Bucky only grinned at that in contrast to the violent outburst he usually displayed when he was teased by both Sam and Steve (Who recently stopped because Bucky recently threatened to castrate them. Which they knew their friend and boss would go through.). 

You grinned back before giving him a kiss which Bucky happily returned. The two of you stayed like that, exchanging kisses and caresses until some life has gone back in your eyes. You sat a bit more alert on Bucky’s lap and you are now fiddling with his vibranium arm as Bucky watched you fondly.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” You finally spoke as you looked back at Bucky.

“You know I don’t want you to get involve as much as—”

You carefully cradle his face, cutting him off as you shake your head. 

“You know I am going to be involved. Besides, haven't we learned about the incident with Walker and Beck?” You leaned towards him to nudge your nose against him before you leaned back again. “I’m your girl now and I also want to help,” You told him and Bucky can’t help but feel smug about that. You saw it, you just pinched his cheeks more that made him grunt. You giggled. 

Bucky looked at you for a while before he sighed. He leaned down to give you one final kiss before he leaned further to get his tablet and gave it to you. A picture of a man with a disgruntled face welcomed you on the screen. The half of his face from chin up to his cheekbones are filled with scars. You scrunch your brows as you look at the face.

“He looks..” You trailed off as you tilted your head a bit. “...like he wants to kill everyone in sight,” 

“He does, killing is the only option with him,” Bucky mumbled.

Suddenly, dread fills your face as you look up at Bucky. “Did he–?”

“No, not yet at least but he did kill some business on me which is something new,” Bucky moved to remove his image to show you a group of images. “He killed two warehouses worth of materials last night. Two important ones,”

“Oh bummer,” you mumbled as you looked back down at the files of how the attack happened. “How much was taken?”

Bucky was silent for a while before he spoke up. “About 4-5.5 million dollars,”

You looked up at him with eyes wide. “On both warehouses?”

“Each warehouse,”

“Jesus,” and you looked back down shocked at the value of the warehouse. The most you knew about a warehouse being worth is almost a thousand dollars. But hey, that television show about people bidding on storage houses is so 2000’s and out of date. “What exactly did he steal?”

Bucky didn’t exactly say anything else and when he didn’t speak after a while you looked up at him with a frown. “You are not allowed to tell me?” You asked quietly.

Bucky sighed. “It’s weapons,” he only said and you nodded as you looked back down.

“What kind of weapons?”

“Stark grade,” you look up sharply at him. You stared at his face for a while before you looked back down at the tablet. It was actually no surprise, to be honest. The amount of business Bucky has, one way or another he would have dabbled in weaponry. You already saw the drug industry and the clubs both underground and upper ground. Besides, your moral ground is actually questionable after the stunts you pulled after Dotty, Bucky’s Ex (That is before the Walker incident and to be fair, Dotty is a demented witch but someone you can handle. Walker and Beck? Not so much). 

Bucky though watched you carefully. The last time he showed some parts of his business you had a moment of breakdown but immediately picked back up. Now you just blinked and then went back to the laptop. He watched you while you fiddled with the files more and the pictures. Silence settling over the study before you broke it.

“If it's Stark grade weaponry, it leans more in technicality instead of mechanics,” you mumbled. “That old man sure is a genius but very chaotic in his inventions.” You added as your fingers fly over the screen. Bucky raised a brow at that.

“Do you have any evidence or leads where he would be able to take them?” You continued as you looked back at him.

“I am currently working on it with Stark.” Bucky informed you with a bewildered expression. “He is trying to track it down. Look— doll,” he took the tablet out of your hands as you protested. He laid it back down on the table. You move to get it but Bucky already knew you would do that. As he pulled you against him. You pouted at that.

He wrapped his arms again around you and guided your face against his neck as he nuzzled your hair. You melted in his arms once he did that. You attempted to move after a few seconds but Bucky is strong and wouldn’t budge. Finally, you just gave up and completely leaned towards him.  “I can handle it, don't worry. He’s an old enemy. I dealt with him before, I can deal with him again,”

“But you don’t have me at that time. You have me now and I want to help.” You pouted as you leaned back to look at him. Bucky only sighed as he caressed your face affectionately. 

“Baby, I can’t let you be involved with this.” He insisted as you continue to pout at him. “I can’t let you get hurt again,” He whispered as his hold tightened on you.

You smoothed his furrowed brows with your thumb as you cradled his face. You wanted to kiss his forehead but contemplated. You aren’t exactly affectionate even with Wanda but you felt like he needed that at the moment. Despite the awkwardness you tried to reach up to his forehead but ended up pulling Bucky towards you.

The mob boss let you as he closed his eyes when he felt your lips on his forehead. He release a sigh as he fully wrapped his arms around your waist like steel bands.

“I trust that you wouldn’t let it happen again Wolfie,” You mumbled as you leaned back and nudged his head so he would look at you. “I trust you to protect me and even when there is a moment that I would be hurt. I knew you would be there to catch me.”

Bucky surged forward to capture your lips not wanting to speak anymore. Your trust is something he holds dear now. He knew it, because you don’t trust easily. After what your own parents did to you, trust is something he knows you don’t really give.

It took Shuri a year before you fully trust her. Wanda had to pester you everyday just so she would become your friend. It took Steve and Sam a lot before you even trust them, especially Bucky. But now that you do, Bucky doesn’t want to break that and he won’t let it break.

You kissed him back not as much as Bucky did and you let him consume you. His hands wandered under your shirt as his tongue begged for entrance and for a moment you let him. Knowing he needs this (you did too).

Both of you kissed for a while until oxygen became necessary and Bucky slowed down the kiss before pulling away. Bucky kept his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours. You continue to run your hands through his hair as you both catch your breaths.

“Besides, I hate that you are being kept all night by these. You are getting tired so easily these days. I am worried about you.”

This is what he loves about you. Despite being the naive and sometimes oblivious girl that you are especially with your surroundings. Judging by the incident with Walker, you can be easily cornered. You can read Bucky like an open book and sense things about him that others cannot. He is surprised sometimes when you notice his habits. He was okay really being the giver. He likes to give you everything. He had always been the one to give.

Giving protection to the people he loves, providing for his family and trying to secure everyone’s lives.

But these past few weeks, he tried his best not to be affected too much by the continuous attack but it's taking a toll on him. The attacks on the warehouses with the Stark Grade weaponry that is going to be sold to the US Government a few weeks from now is the final straw. To be honest, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Even if Stark was able to track it down, it might be too late to even retrieve that kind of weaponry since the man is based in Canada.

By then, he would be in hot waters with the US Government and he was really hoping to be in their good graces so he could leave the dirtier part of his business behind. Something he was planning to do since you came to his life. With that pressure, Bucky usually doesn’t give in. For fuck’s sake, he was tortured for 70 days when he was drawn captive by Hydra one time but he endured it. He didn’t even show any stress or anything taking a toll on him when he got out. He was good at hiding it. Eventually, he dealt with it in his own way.

But now,he isn’t good at hiding when it comes to you. When something comes into your attention you fixate on it pretty much just like you do when you have ideas for a new technology or program.

“Baby, I just don’t want you to deal with something that I know I can handle. Besides this is dangerous, I don’t want him paying any attention to you. After what happened to Walker, I want your name out of everything dangerous as possible,”

You purse your lips at his reply as you narrowed your eyes at the same time. A sign of irritation that Bucky doesn’t like on you. He frowned back as he is the one who tries to smoothen the worry lines on your face.

“Being with you is already dangerous. So should I stay away from you too?”

Bucky can’t help but scoff. “Baby, that is not what I meant–”

“Then let me help, you looked to be on your wits end. Besides, if he is an old enemy, maybe a fresh eye could help you reach a solution faster.” you reasoned more. Bucky sighed and leaned his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes. “Come on Buck. You are not alone on this anymore,”

He felt your lips against his again and Bucky immediately kissed you back. Though you kept the kiss short. Bucky opened his eyes just in time to see you looking at him through your eyelashes with a soft smile. He stared back at you for a moment. His vibranium hand caressing the back of your head while his flesh one pulled you closer.

“I’m not used to this,” Bucky started as he leaned down again to give you a kiss just because and then continued. “I have been running this business almost alone. I do have the help of Sam and Steve but dealing with these dipshits. I usually do it on my own. I like it that way. My way and my plan but— you are right. I am on my wits end and he is really moving in a way I have never seen before.”

“See? Let me help. We are kind of a team now and I hate it when my man is being attacked like this.” The two of you stared at each other for a while.

“Okay,” he finally breathed out as you smiled and clapped excitedly. Your eyes lighting up reminiscent of the way it did back in Winter where he first saw you.

“Now,” you turned to get the tablet and opened the recent exchange with Tony. “Tony is tracking it down and then what?”

“Then he can remotely activate the kill switch effectively rendering it useless and it would self-destruct destroying any parts that can be salvaged to fix it.” Bucky explained as you read through the messages and you tilted your head.

“Is this the icers?” You suddenly said as you pulled up the file of the weaponry and Bucky nodded. You probably had recognized some of it. Knowing Stark, he might have shown you things to show off. After all, he was close to you and was fond of you enough to let you and Shuri take on the bioprosthesis project he designed himself. His fondness of you was the reason he finally said yes to a partnership with Bucky on selling his weapons.

“Yes but the lethal one.” Bucky explained as you nodded and then suddenly you turned to him. 

“Give me your phone,”

Bucky leaned to get his phone on the table and gave it to you. You switched out the tablet with the phone. You opened it and went to an app that he didn’t know was there. He raised a brow at it until his phone’s screen changed into yours. Realization dawned on him.

“Wait, Shuri did that to my phone when you were taken by Walker.” Bucky can’t help but say and you looked at him. 

“Oh she did?” Bucky nodded as he watched you go back to the screen and fiddled with it. “Finally, she isn’t fond of that program just because she wasn’t able to crack it before but I am. She said it was unsafe and hackable but– pffft— who does she think I am? How didn’t she realize that the same program I am using is the one protecting hundreds of files of the company that can be stolen for millions of dollars?” You rambled as Bucky just watched you work. “It was a genius program if you say so myself. I can work and access my devices or any devices as long as I know their main IP addresses and drag it on my secure line. I bet Tony didn’t even think about it,” You continued and Tony’s name brought Bucky back to the topic at hand.

“What are you doing baby?”

“Oh,” you suddenly stopped as you looked at Bucky sheepishly. “I was about to explain but you asked me about the program.” You smiled cutely and Bucky can’t help but steal a kiss from you again.

“Its okay I like your ramblings but please explain it to me,”

“Okay– so Tony is using the infrared signal which can only be tracked by satellites. The electromagnetic–”

“In english please,” Bucky cut you off with a smirk and you blushed.

“Right, so. What Tony is doing is trying to track them down through the satellite like any other devices but it would take a while because he has to sift through thousands and even millions of signals even if he only focused on one area of the world.” You started as the screen of the phone changed and showed a map. You turned to the table and patted Bucky to move the both of you closer. While he did that, you made grabby hands to his slick black laptop on the end of the table. 

You opened it and easily extended your screen. “Since it's stark grade tech, it should be sending frequency differently. A unique one that is solely Stark’s like umm— DNA.” You looked at Bucky, your eyes shining a bit. “As humans, we have unique DNAs that made us, us. Like fingerprints and certain sequences that identify you. Codes in a program are no different, it has one signature frequency or code or data that is unique to its maker. Knowing the old man, his ego couldn’t handle not branding something he owns with his own code.”

Then you furiously type over the laptop until you pull out another map and it keeps zooming in. “So, I just have to identify that code. Luckily, I have a piece of Stark tech with me.”You pulled out your phone screen through Bucky’s phone after punching random keys on it and clicked on an app that Bucky visibly recoiled on seeing.

“Tinder?!” He exclaimed as you looked back at him. His eyes darkened at the knowledge that you have a tinder profile but you, being too caught up, didn't see it. No, he knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, for God sakes Bucky has to convince you to date him let alone being friends with him at the beginning. You would never do that but he suspected it must have been a prank from Sam or even Wanda but before he could berate who forced his precious Foxy to even go through it. A different picture popped up and he raised his brow at the familiar face.

“Yes, did you know Stark owns this shitty app?” You mumbled as you managed to open something on it and then codes appeared on the screen. 

“Why do you have Happy’s profile on there?” Bucky can’t help but ask. Happy was Tony’s head of security that is under Natasha’s as well.

“I helped him make one. I don’t even know why he went to me but he said if I manage to snag you, he might as well have a chance if I fix his profile.” You explained as you continue to work on Bucky’s laptop. 

Bucky is now baffled. A bit distracted from the situation on hand as he continues to stare at Happy’s Tinder profile.

“We didn’t meet on Tinder. I saw you in my club and is he really comparing himself to you?!”

“That’s what I said!” You exclaimed as you momentarily stopped and looked at Bucky. “Not the comparison but how we met. Despite my protest and explanation, Happy has set it in his mind that it doesn’t make any difference. So yeah,”

Before he could even ask more, you already turned back to the screen and cheered.

“Found it!” and then you were quiet for a while as the only thing that could be heard in Bucky’s office was the clicking of keys on his laptop. Bucky watched amazed as you did your thing. 

Though Bucky can’t help but be curious about it, he opens his mouth to ask what is going on but you beat him to it.

“I am trying to find the unique signal now,” you spoke up as you glanced at him with a small smile. “I just felt like you were going to ask me what I am doing, Wolfie,” 

Bucky chuckled and laid a kiss on your neck. “You know me so well baby,”

You just chuckled as you continued your work but then you stopped as the screen showed four places. “I think I found it,”

Bucky looked at the screen confused. “Really? That fast?”

You hummed and before he could react more you were calling Stark who picked up the video call without looking.

“I am trying to find it as fast as I can Robocop just– oh.” He finally turned to see you on Bucky’s lap. You waved at him cheerfully while Bucky glared at Stark upon hearing the nickname. “You have my favorite programmer on your lap. Does she have clearance for what we are talking about?”

“She kissed her way in it,” Bucky told him with a smug smile of his. The smile he always has if he had his way with you and Stark immediately gagged.

“Oh God, please don’t make that face. She is like a daughter to me! What the fuck?” 

You rolled your eyes at the two of them and decided to interrupt them with your discovery. 

“Can we please focus on the topic at hand?” You told them and then proceeded to show your screen to Stark. “I already isolated the signal emitting to your creation. I just need your confirmation on the locations,”

Stark raised a brow as he neared the screen to study what you are showing him. When he realized what it was, both of his brows raised in surprise as he looked back at you.

“You found it this fast?” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Like it's hard?” You told him and Bucky can’t help but smirk at Stark’s upfront face before he shook his head as he looked back at your data. 

“Impressive. Are you sure you are in the right company? I could double maybe triple what Shuri gives you,” Stark mused but you snorted.

“My loyalty can’t be bought Stark. Besides, I like Brooklyn better than Long Island,” you said to him as you leaned back against Bucky’s chest, who happily let you settle against him. “Now please, confirm with us which is your warehouse and which is not?”

“This is really impressive how the hell did you do this–”

“I got it from Tinder,” you told him as if he would get what you are saying and Stark looked at you confused. 

“I do own Tinder but what does a dating app–”

“Didn’t you know how to code?” You told him and Bucky is really enjoying this exchange as he saw Stark’s smug ass being brought down.

“Ugh, yes. Why do you think I was able to–”

“Then you should have known that to be able to find your own tech is to find your signature code right? Which is found in your unique code markings? Right?” You spoke as if you were talking with a child and Stark stared at you for a moment before he looked back at the screen.

“So, this is in Chile.” He closed one of the maps completely ignoring what you just said. “Two of these are of course here. One in Long island and One in Manhattan but this one.” He isolated the last one. Bucky tensed as he leaned forward at the same time you did. Stark sent it back to you as you made the image bigger.

“That is definitely not mine.” The three of you looked at it. “And I don’t recognize that place–”

“I think I know where that is,” You spoke up. The two men looked down at you as you clicked a few things as you pulled out another map. This time detailed one and you moved until it made it to Utah. It zoomed a couple times until it landed on a loading dock with numerous warehouses. “There, it's still here in the US.”

“Thank the heavens it's still in the US.” Stark said. “I’ll be sending my drones there and trying to activate the kill switch as soon as possible. I’ll contact you when it's done.”

“And if it didn't push through?” Bucky spoke up before Stark could put the call down.

“Then we have to do it manually in Utah. Up close and personal.” Stark said.

“Then we’ll need to know his next move.” Bucky replied and You sat up as you raised your hand.

“I can do that,” Bucky has a protest on the tip of his tongue but Stark beats him to talking.

“Then, Foxy, here is our plan B. I’ll call again.” Stark said and then the call went down. 

The two of you sat there in silence for a while before Bucky spoke up.

“Baby, I can’t ask you to delve further on this man.” Bucky said and you turned again towards him. This time you straddled him and sat on his upper thighs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder while Bucky held onto your waist with his vibranium arm while the other caressed your arm. “I know you trust me to protect you but I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Bucky, I told you. You can’t do this alone and besides if it's dangerous. You did promise to get me away from it. So get me away when things go down– ah ah, let me finish– now, let me help okay? I want to,” You said to him as you laid a kiss on his cheeks. Bucky sighed as he succumbed to it.

“Okay but if things go down. If I told you to go, you will go. You will follow my instructions when the time comes, okay baby?”

“Okay,” 

“Good girl,” he can’t help but mumble as he leaned to pull you into a kiss. Savoring your taste and pouring out how grateful he was that he has you now on his side. The both of you kissed for a while now that there is a temporary solution to the problem but then the need for air became a necessity and Bucky had to slow down the kiss.

“I love you,” Bucky can’t help but whisper against your lips. You smiled as you gave him another kiss. 

“I love you more,” You answered back with a smirk and Bucky shook his head.

“Not possible,” Bucky said before surging forward claiming your lips again as you laughed. This time, Bucky intends to deepen it as he pulls your body flushed against him while his tongue swipes against your lip begging for entrance.

Which you happily let him as you whimpered when Bucky’s tongue touched yours. Tasting and savoring you. Though as you subconsciously started to grind your hips against him, you abruptly pulled away leaving Bucky to chase your lips.

“Baby–”

“You never really told me that man’s name,”

Bucky groaned as he leaned forward and pushed you back to kiss him. You indulged him for a minute but then you kept on leaning back.

“Buck–mmmm-need to know–mmmmm-to know—” You whimpered as you felt Bucky’s hands this time kneading your ass. “--Wolfie!” You exclaimed as you pushed him by his shoulders.

Bucky took the hint and leaned away. 

“Just tell me his name and then we can move this to the bedroom. Okay?” You told him as you bit your swollen lip. Bucky can’t help but lick his lip as he watches you do it. Though when you noticed this, you whined his name and that made Bucky chuckle.

“His name is Thanos. Happy? Now let’s move this to the bedroom cause baby, I need you.” He finished that sentence as he bucked up his hips. Show you how hard he was in his shorts but then the name finally registered. Your stupid brain who never backs down supplied to you.

“Thanos? Why– Buck–” You squealed as Bucky abruptly stood up with you still in his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as you held on tighter and continued talking. “Thanos? Really? Is that short for something?”

“Nope, that is just his name,” Bucky said but then he frowned as he made his way towards the staircase leading to the rooms. “You know talking about him is killing the mood,”

“We just need to kiss and we will get back into it,” You told him dismissing his frown as you go back to your previous statement. “Thanos? Really? Poor man, his parents really did a number on him with that name. Maybe that’s why he is like this now,”

Bucky can’t help but chuckle as he finally reaches his room. He leaned you against the door first before he opened it as he looked at you. “Yeah, he is a psychopath and does things his way without any remorse.”

“Then we really do have to stop him. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” You told him as you ran a hand through his hair and ended up clutching the back of his neck. You leaned your forehead against him. 

Bucky smiled as he clutched you tighter against his body. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. You know that right? I’m the White Wolf,”

You pouted at him this time and huffed before you leaned away from him. A mixture of disdain and probably irritation filled your face as you pouted at him. 

“I know, you are the big bad mob boss but I still worry otherwise. I’m your girl and girls who love their men tend to do that. Right?” You told him with a blush. 

“I know baby and I’m so happy you are on my side now” Bucky said as he leaned closer to you. “Let’s go back to talking about everything after I have my way with you. Is that okay?”

You blushed, still not used to how Bucky is so open on wanting you. “Okay, have your way with me Wolfie.” you said in a quiet voice and blushing even harder.

Bucky growled and then howled like a fucking wolf. You can’t help but burst out laughing at his antics before it was muffled with his lips. Thoughts of the enemy out his mind as he crashed his lips against yours. The both of you will deal with Thanos later. Much much later after Bucky is done with you.

Much much later….

Bucky stared at the screen in absolute shock and silence. It would have been comical if he had his jaw slackened but Bucky is still the man that he is. He has an image to protect but still, what he was seeing is so—

“Fucking brilliant,” Sam grunted beside him and he can’t help but nod as he watched it unfold. 

Tony failed in switching the killswitch, which prompted you to delve into Thanos and they would be forced to do a manual process. Bucky never realized until later on that programming and coding apparently is not your main skill but hacking. You were a white hat hacker before joining Shuri in Wakanda industries to develop technology that changes the world. A shocking information that you revealed to Bucky before this day.

You managed to get Thano’s digital trails of his possible plans with the Stark tech and how the fuck he managed to get it without being noticed by Natasha’s security. Again, Bucky saw another betrayal but this time under one of Natasha’s people.

Nebula, the head of the security that manages the Warehouse in Queens, is the mole as you manage to pull up dozens of cryptic messages that you were able to decode by the help of Tony who apparently dabbled in hacking too. Natasha immediately took action in getting Nebula and they had her interrogated by Eddie or rather specifically by Venom to get the information they needed.

It turns out, Thanos is going to sell it to Russia at a price that is way more than it should be and plans to use that as leverage to take over the current president of the country. Paving a market for Thanos and enough man power to invade New York and claim Bucky’s reign over it. He even plans on taking Florida which is rumored to house a mob boss named Peter Quill. It was rather personal that involved Thanos’ daughter but it’s a story that Bucky doesn’t exactly care about.

Now that they have the plan, they just need to know how Thanos would transport the tech from Utah to Russia. Which is what is coming to play right now, apparently, you have connections in Utah that is why you reacted that way. It was your hometown, in a way, you grew up there for the most part and that is where you started your hacking expertise.

You explained to them that you are going to infiltrate the main system but in order to do so you need one of the tech activated and one person stationed near to establish the connection. You told it a lot more with complicated terms but Bucky just took what he could understand.

Right now, Natasha and Steve already went when Tony said that he failed to activate the killswitch and was waiting for instructions. Now, all of them are watching in wonder as you bypass every security that Tony placed in his tech and any tech security that Thanos placed to secure the tech.

“How the fuck you managed to snatch her up?” Tony asked Bucky, astonished as you worked in with ease, as if it's just another day at the office. But then Bucky narrowed his eyes at Tony, his vibranium hand clenching into a fist.

“She’s always been a great woman, Stark. She was working with Shuri, who was your business partner for years,” Bucky can’t help but snide at him.

“Why is this woman with you Bucky?” Tony asked again and Bucky growled at that. Before he could contest though, he knew he really did get lucky about you. He was still in that mindset that he would do whatever it takes to keep you. 

“Because I love him Stark,” you suddenly spoke up as you looked from your screen towards him with a glare. “And I chose to stay by his side. Now shut up and let me work,”

Tony looked at you with wide eyes. Bucky can’t help but smile smugly at him before turning back to the screen.

“How much longer?” Natasha’s voice echoed inside Tony’s office.

“Just a few more second—”

“We don’t have that, there are five guards coming,” Steve's voice cut them off. You cursed as you moved quickly.

“Done,” you told them and then your hands moved quickly as camera feeds from the Utah warehouse came into view. It changed until you can see Steve and Natasha now trying to avoid the guards. 

“You should start doing your thing Tony while I help them to get out,” You told the billionaire who jumped at his feet and sat on his own station. 

“We need a way out,” Steve whispered this time. You quickly pull up what looks like a blueprint of the whole warehouse and bite your lip.

“You can exit on the way you came from, you just need a little dis-trac-tion,” as you said the syllable of the word. You clicked enter and it was quiet for a while before you suddenly straightened to Tony. “I do hope your tech is waterproof,”

Before Tony could react, all of you watched as the sprinklers suddenly turned on. The guards scrambled, shocked that the sprinklers were on without any fire alarms.

“Ugh, you should have sounded the alarm.” Sam said and then your eyes widened.

“Shit, I forgot,” you clicked a few more codes and the alarms started blaring. The guards started to curse as they scrambled around and away from where Steve and Natasha were hiding. The two looked at the camera. 

Steve with an expression of gratitude while Natasha stared at it as if she could see you with a face that said “Really?”

“Your welcome Natasha,” You told through the comms and Nat just rolled her eyes before she pushed Steve to move. Soon, they were able to come out of there and Tony declared that he was able to have the killswitch activated rendering everything useless. And yes, his tech is waterproof thank you very much.

Bucky just watched in amazement at you and in awe. If it was his way, he would force Thanos to enact violence after violence. Instilling fear and making it clear that he wasn’t to be messed with but now with you by his side. He felt like he had other options now. Another  thing for people to be scared of.

His men and women are not about brawns anymore or about their brutal approach. Bucky cannot just destroy anyone physically. He has now the ability to destroy even lives and instill fear in this technological advance world now he has you. His baby. His queen. The love of his life. His foxy.

And as you looked back at him with a smile from ear to ear, he felt the burning sensation of the black box he always had hidden in his coat pockets. Something he had been thinking about since the Walker incident. Something that would cement your place by his side forever.

“I told you, we can do it,” You told him as you approached and threw your arms around him. Bucky immediately wrapped his own around your waist to pull you flushed against him.

“You did it. I didn’t even lift a finger baby. This is all you,” Bucky mumbled but you shook your head as you stood in your tiptoes to give Bucky a peck on his lips. Bucky groaned at that and made a move to kiss you again this time but you shook your head. “My Foxy.”

“We did it. We are a team now. You and me. A Fox and a Wolf,” you told him and Bucky can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips and kissing you like there is no tomorrow.

Yeah, he wouldn't take his time anymore. By the end of this month, he will make you his wife. He is sure of it.

Taglist: @cynic-spirit

[tothemeadow]

Kinktober day 6 scenario for 6 eyed daddy Kokushibou? :) gender neutral or fem reader, your choice 💕

Day 6: angry/hate fucking / hair pulling / biting

warnings: NSFW, scratching, possessive/jealous behaviors, semi-public sex, creampie

words: 1,451

(a/n): art is not mine

Kokushibou’s always been the jealous type.

His icy, stoic expression usually says the opposite, and his mysterious personality often leads others to believe all the wrong things about him. Nothing can bother him. Nobody can affect him. He simply follows Muzan’s orders and acts as the perfect guard dog.

Oh, but how wrong they are.

He’s never liked the relationships you have with the other demons. Dare he say it, but it’s almost like you’ve made friends. In this world, being a demon and being friendly with others simply does not work out. If you’re friendly with others, you die. That’s just the way it works.

He’s never liked the way Douma practically hangs from you whenever you two are together, his arms around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You constantly roll your eyes, yes, but Kokushibou can tell that you’re secretly thriving at all the attention. Even Akaza has taken a liking towards you, and that in itself says a lot.

He knows he’s acting obsessive. Selfish. After all, the only thing he wants is to rip you away from the others and have you all to himself. He hasn’t felt this strongly for anyone in years. It’s a miracle he even knows what affectionate feelings are anymore. He guesses new tricks can be taught to old dogs after all. It’s only slightly ridiculous, falling for someone like you, but he doesn’t mind it as much as he should. You’re colleagues, nothing more. But he craves for something more.

The jealousy worsens whenever Muzan is around. Even his lord’s eyes linger on your form, a spark of interest glistening in his blood colored eyes. It makes Kokushibou sick to the stomach.

Maybe he should count his blessings. You talk to him, much like you talk to the others, but you’re typically a lot less hostile towards him. You catch his eyes across the room, offer him tiny smiles. If he didn’t know better, than he’d think you were still a lowly human. Gentle feelings and being carnivorous beasts do not mix well.

It’s a brightly lit night when his dreams come true.

He should consider himself a pervert with the way he stares at your exposed neck, the little stripe of leg showing through the seam of your yukata. It’s a rare occasion whenever he seeks out your manor, wishing to be in your company. Like Douma, mindless humans do everything at your beck and call. It must be nice to be a bloodthirsty siren, having attention on you always and delectable meals on hand.

“Kokushibou-dono,” you murmur into the night’s wind.

Turning to you, all six of his eyes narrow. Your skin looks absolutely delicious under the moon, the bluish hue doing wonders for the twinkle in your eyes. He’s aware of how tense he is. He doesn’t doubt for a second that you notice it as well.

He doesn’t know who’s the first to make a move. His mind reels to catch up with the fact that your lips are finally against his, your clawed fingers digging into his scalp and yanking at the strands of his hair. He moans throatily at your touch; he’s shameless as he touches your body, his hands slipping your yukata loose. Another moan goes swallowed by you as he realizes your body is completely bare underneath.

You claw at his neck and shoulders, restless in your movements as you practically tear his clothes into pieces. Heavy breaths echo into the night, but neither of you care. You can’t be bothered by the fact that anyone could step outside and see the two of you in such an intimate embrace on the engawa.

Tearing his hair loose from his ponytail, you straddle his lap. Your hands trail down his abdomen, tracing the divots of his abs and the sharp lines of his pectorals. You’re absolutely hot to the touch; Kokushibou’s mind swims, ragged moans leave his lips. He doesn’t remember being this vocal in his entire life. He doesn’t care, though, not when you’re grinding against him like that.

Soon enough, he has you on your back, your legs propped on his shoulders. Throwing your head back, you let out the most sinful moan that’s ever graced his ears. Kokushibou takes the chance to mouth at your neck, his lips and tongue running over your pounding vein. He can’t stop the thoughts from coming; has Douma seen you like this? Akaza? Muzan? He growls at the mere idea of others having you pinned beneath them, kissing your lips, and touching you in the most intimate parts.

His teeth sink into your skin without another thought. You cry out, your back arching into him. Kokushibou’s fingers grip onto your hair, yank your head back to show him more skin. He’s merciless with his markings, each puncture of the skin making blood spurt into his mouth.

His cock dips inside you, causing you to scream at the intrusion. Your velvety walls immediately clench onto him, making him grunt into your neck. You’re so tight. Moaning into your neck, he inches his cock inside you; your walls convulse around him, eagerly suck him in further. Was it the same for when the others fucked you? It had to be the only reason why they were so intrigued by you. Like Kokushibou, they had to be utterly obsessed with you.

A monstrous growl rips itself from his throat as he sets a harsh pace. You have no choice but to take it; you moan like a bitch in heat, the claws of your nails scratching his shoulder blades. Kokushibou fucks into you cruelly, the snap of his hipbones sharp against your thighs.

“Do the others get to see you like this?” Kokushibou snarls. “Do the others get to fuck you like this? Do you moan like a bitch for them, too?”

“It’s funny that you’re jealous,” you huff. You scratch even harder at his skin, drawing blood. “Fuck me like you mean it and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Kokushibou snaps his teeth at you. Redoubling his efforts, he thrusts into you faster, harder. You clench around him, buck your hips in an attempt to match his pace. His hold on you is an iron grip; he refuses to let you slide away from him, even if your back burns from the friction. You’re his for the taking and he’s not letting you get away.

“Fuck, Kokushibou-dono,” you groan. “Your cock – shit – it fucks me so good. More. Give me more.”

Kokushibou fucks into you like a rabid animal. “Scream my name,” he grits. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes into the night. It’s obscenely loud; for a moment, Kokushibou wonders why nobody has ventured outside to see what all the commotion’s about, but he figures it has something to do with your blood art. You keen and cry out his name; in the moonlight, he can see tears running down your cheeks. Pride swells in his chest, licks at his heart with its flame. He’s the reason behind your blinding pleasure. Nobody else can make you feel this way.

“Kokushibou, Kokushibou,” you chant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! There, there! Fuck, I’m so close-“

Once more, Kokushibou finds your mouth. The kiss is wild, full of raw passion. Your tongues slide messily against each other, teeth clinking, but you don’t care. It’s so fucking hot and messy and-

With a high-pitched cry, you’re cumming. Your walls squeeze even tighter around him and leave him as a panting mess. Kokushibou fucks you through your orgasm, his fingers violently rubbing your sex.

“Cum in me,” you tell him. “I swear to everything high and mighty, fucking do it.”

You’ve just granted his greatest wish with those words. After a couple of well-aimed thrusts, Kokushibou pushes himself over the edge, a ragged groan breaking from the depths of his chest. Hot fluids fill your insides as his cock twitches inside you. He continues his movements, filling you with his cum and pushing it further in you.

You’re shaking violently by the time he finally pulls out. Your puffy hole leaks with his cum, streams of white traveling down your asscheeks. Kokushibou’s eyes follow the trail and his tongue darts out, sweeping across his lips. Blood and bitemarks cover your neck, all beautifully red and beginning to swell. The both of you know you can seal the marks with ease, but the fact that you choose not to stirs something deep within Kokushibou’s chest.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “You got it? No fucking around with the others.”

You throw him a foxy smile. “Whatever you say, Kokushibou-dono.”

[shesawriter39049]

|Touch Me, Tease Me|M|

(Joon just looks fine AF, Kook ain’t got shit to do with this one shot) 

Pairing : Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon eats you out the minute you walk in the door because well...that’s the kinda husband he is! 

Or- Jimin text’s Namjoon to brace him for the mood you’ll more than likely be in after finally firing the front desk receptionist..…...which essentially read “Make Y/n come until she passes out….then order her take out for Nobu because I’m pretty sure she's pmsing and irritable...” In which Namjoon had no issues with…because he loves taking care of you..especially when your sensitive and needy AF!

Note: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY:  Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with!

WC:4K

WARNINGS: Oral( F Receiving)/ Fingering/Light dirty talk/Cum play/Light choking (M Receiving)/ Over stimulation/Pet names/Not fully vanilla but it is kinda chill..nothing too wild the OC has had a long ass day!

Song Reference: Case Ft Foxy Brown “Touch Me Tease Me” 

~~~

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice rings through your apartment the minute the door opens, though you can’t physically see him you still feel that honey coated baritone run down your spine as it bounces off every wall. You close the door, leaning against it letting as if your life depended on it, eyes fluttering shut immediately, more so mentally drained than anything else! 

“Yea?” Your response comes out dryer than intended but you know Namjoon knows you well enough to not even be phased by it. You hear his feet patter into the foyer, still not bothering to open your eyes yet, everything just feels so damn heavy that even that alone seems exhausting! Until eventually you start to feel the steam radiating off his body, followed by the owe so familiar scent of pine and vanilla...His allergies have been killing him lately so he opted to work from home today instead...clearly fresh out the shower. 

The weight shifts against the door as he braces his hands on either side of your head, leaning down to nose at your face like a cat until your eyes flutter open. Only to be met by those beautiful brown eyes of his...skin still holding a slight sheen over is tattooed chest..hair damp, face flushed. Nothing discrete in the ways yours eyes greedily unravel his body...not that there's much to unravel he's only wearing joggers for fucks sake.

Namjoon lets out a low hum, as he places a couple kisses along the hinge of your jaw “I heard someone had a shitty ass day….” He phrases it more of a statement than a question as he nips at your skin, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on the side of your neck as he unties your jacket. Soothing his hands down your arms as he helps you step out of it..letting it fall where it may. Lacing your arms around his neck, releasing a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, but that’s what he does to you. Effortlessly, he puts your mind and body at ease... titling your chin upwards silently,asking and he gives it to you, because of course he does, this man can't deny you a damn thing even if he tried. 

He gently brings your lips together, coaxing your mouth open in a way that has you moaning out instantly, letting your hands slide down his sides gripping his waist. Namjoon lets a hand trickle up your back until it meets the nape of your beck, taking an almost possessive grip to keep you in place as he deepens the kiss. Your suddenly feeling really desperate and to be honest you don’t quite know why, however your clawing at your husband's chest like your touch starved knowing damn well your far from it. Namjoon has always been a very..versatile lover..he doesn't need to always be in daddy dom mode, and he knows you like the back of his hand. Well aware you need some kind of anchor, some form of control right now after the day you just had so he lets you take it. He lets you lick into his mouth as you please and he swallows every moan that slips past your lips as he rocks his hips into yours making your knees weak and your chest feel like it’s caving in on itself. 

You swear your apartment feels at least 10 degrees hotter than it was when you walked in, suddenly Namjoon is impatiently tugging at your dress. Alternating between stretching it and balling it into a fist. “This... fuckin dress” You instantly knew he wanted skin on skin, so you gave it too him. Pulling back just enough so he can tug your dress over your head leaving you in front of him in nothing but your bar, panties and high heels. “What do you need, baby?” He pants into your mouth “Just tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you…” Without responding you tug him closer, caging him between your thighs and the 6 inches on your feet putting the two of you damn near at eye level for once!  

HIIIIIIIIIII lol I know, I know..a bitch is active and consent? Who TF is she!? Nah actually I’d been working on this “Universe” on and off since like quarantine first started so some of this has been sitting in a google drive folder TBH....

But yeah, the full thing coming 7/14 around 4PM EST.... AU MASTER LIST BELOW... this is 90% smut btw theirs like a little plot at the end....  Also if you follow this universe the OC mentions firing the receptions in “Pretty please” but officially fires the receptionist in “Got me loosin all my cool”- Which I posted a sneak Peak for last night! So this is technically from that “day” just once she gets home from work if that make sense...

UPDATE: FULL THING LINKED BELOW

TOUCH ME TEASE ME 

7 DEEP MASTER LIST 

[narcissusoffduty]

Thanks @suchasinistergame and @westolethelight for tagging me to list bands I’ve seen for each letter. This was SO hard and really showcases my emo years.

A- All American Rejects (I was 12 ok) B- Beverly, Bombay Bicycle Club, Black Lips, Beck, Black Keys C- Cage the Elephant D- Dandy Warhols E- Every Time I Die F- Fall Out Boy, Foxy Shazam G- H- I- Imagine Dragons, way before they were famous J- Japanese Breakfast K- The Killers, Ke$ha L- Living Colour M- My Chemical Romance, Moon Taxi N- Neutral Milk Hotel O- P- Passion Pit Q- R- Rolling Stones, Rat Boy S- Silversun Pickups, The Soft Moon, Schizophonics T- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Twin Peaks, Tokyo Police Club U- The Used V- The Voidz W- We the Kings (again, 12) X- Y- Young the Giant Z-

[wxldchxld]

@rxsmyers

[auskultu]

Hendrix: An Experience To Remember

Chris Welch, Music Maker, June 1967

POP NEVER loses its powers to produce surprises. Just as the community imagined themselves shock proof and immune to any new madness the Brethren of Beat might have to offer—along came Jimi Hendrix. Recently groups had almost become conservative institutions like Ascot or the Labour party. Members of the public had begun to yawn visibly when the usual succession groupies appeared in the news, denying drug charges, being named by tearful Wendy Binns aged sixteen of Liverpool: and photographed with Clarissa Shrimpots in the latest whirlwind romance.

It seemed as if all the steam had gone out of British beat—sensation-wise. It was reaching the stage where if Steve Marriott, Paul McCartney, Lulu and Engelbert Humperdinck had danced naked in Trafalgar Square fountains during the rush hour, shouting hedonistic slogans, they would barely have made a news brief in the Metropolitan Water Board Gazette, tersely indicating that the free flow of water remained unimpaired during the incident. Beat needed a new shot of real excitement, and it was injected late last year by the arrival from New York of one James Hendricks, guitarist, singer and showman extraordinary. Chas Chandler, the ex-bass player with the Animals turned manager, discovered the guitar playing sensation blasting away in Greenwich Village and brought him to England as Jimi Hendrix. A group called the Experience was formed around Jimi comprising bassist Noel Redding and drummer John "Mitch" Mitchell. After a few rehearsals the group were hurled into the maelstrom of Swinging London's discotheques and within days the talk among the In Crowd was: "But my dear, have you seen Jimi Hendrix?" And the girls got quite excited about it all as well.

At London clubs like Blaises and the Bag O'Nails, the Experience blasted out an earth shattering combination of blues, folk rock and general hot rhythm. It drew swarms of guitarists. Jeff Beck, Eric Clapton, Pete Townshend and whole legions of hippies stood on each others' shoulders in sweltering heat to witness the amazing spectacle of hairy Jimi, tiny Mitch and the Dickensian Noel gelling into one nerve blasting unit. And after the In Crowd had been duly impressed. the general public were let in by means of 'Hey Joe', which leapt as high as four in the Melody Maker Pop 50 of January 4 this year, and the follow up single 'Purple Haze'.

Who are these strange young men of the Experience? Why, whither and whence? These are questions that must be answered. Who is this Hendrix. who bites flaming guitars with his teeth, surrounded by deafening attendant sprites? Jimi's own background is rather steeped in mystery, which he does little to dispel. Happy, smiling, cheerful—Jim tends to skate blandly round his musical origins and influences. He is understandably more concerned with the present, rather than the past��or even the future.

Fuzzy haired Noel, who wears rimless goggles and plays bass guitar, admits that his musical career started fairly conventionally—in a school skiffle group. "That was when I was fourteen," said Noel, inhaling cigarette smoke and sipping Scotch when I went to meet the group at Jimi's London flat recently. "I went pro when I was sixteen and went ligging around England playing mostly jazz. Yes I did have an ordinary' job for a while. For two days I worked in a plastics factory making tracheotomy tubes. Then I went to Germany with a group working eight hours a night. We did radio and concerts and we could have done well but the group broke up.

"Then I was in the Loving Kind playing pure pop and we made three records. I left in June last year and I was broke for two months at home in Folkestone. Then I ligged around and came up to London with three quid and my guitar. I heard the Animals were having an audition for a guitarist. I saw Eric Burdon, but he was like a big star and I was too scared to speak to them. Then Chas asked me if I'd got a bass and I got the job playing bass with Jimi. It's funny how we get on so well," mused Noel. "Mitch likes jazz, Jimi is blues and I like rock-'n'-roll. It's amazing the way we play all that music together!"

Mini-Mitch the transistorised drummer started his showbiz career very early, and was in fact the Bisto Kid on telly-ads and even an original Ovalteeny-bopper. "I was always keen on drums as a kid," says Mitch. "I had toy drums when I was three or four. When I was ten I went to drama school and I was lucky because Rediffusion was just starting then and I did TV jingles for about two years. I was the Bisto Kid and the original Ovalteeny Bopper.

"I didn't know whether to stay at drama school or be a musician, then the Ivy League called me up and I went along and did 'Funny How Love Can Be', and all those things. I also did demo sessions with a group that became the Riot Squad but it just didn't work out. Sessions are a dead end thing and the best thing that happened to me was meeting Denny Cordell who knew Bill Eyden was leaving the Blue Flames. Bill wasn't very happy and I went and played with the band at Sussex University. Then Georgie asked me to turn up with my drums at the next gig and Bill wasn't there. Nobody ever said I had joined, so as far as I was concerned I was always on trial. I was very green. I wasn't given any help at all, but nobody could help and it did me good. I get on much better now with Georgie than when I was in his band. He had his own problems as well. I was going to leave the Blue Flames three weeks before it ended.

"I was very brought down after that then Chas phoned me up and said he had this guy Jimi. I had never heard of him but I went along. What surprises me is not how quickly it all happened, but how the band has changed since we started. We all want to progress all the time. What is a drag is the snobbery in jazz in Britain. They don't realise half the jazzmen in the States like Kenny Burrel do pop things as well. Music is music and people like Roland Kirk could come and have a blow with us because we are all interested in sounds. If you are a musician, you are a musician, and should play everything.

"It's the same as the blues fans. They are just as snobbish." Said Noel: "I don't think you can class our music. We are a meeting point between jazz and pop."

"When we go into the studio we never rehearse anything." said Mitch. "We never know what we are going to do in advance. We're a pretty raw group." Jimi, the kingpin of the group, is a guitarist and singer in the American tradition of blues showmen. Jesse Fuller has his Fotdella, a complex one man band machine. Jimi Hendrix plays guitar with his teeth. "I learned guitar from records and the radio," said Jimi studying the burnt out wreck of his guitar which burst into flames on the opening night of the Walker Brothers tour. "I never had any lessons. When I was seventeen I got a group together. I've never worked in offices or anything. I started playing around the South where I heard the blues. The first group I played with... oh God, I can't remember their names. I played in Nashville with a guy called Gorgeous George. He got me on some tours with B.B. King and Jackie Lewis.

"Then I played in a group in Greenwich Village and we were very popular. We played a blues style. Then I met Chas who asked me to Britain. He seemed like a pretty sincere guy, so I came. We formed the Experience and we're still experimenting.

Jimi played some rough acetates of tracks off their first LP—Are You Experienced.

"I want the album to show how we play in person," he explained. "I don't necessarily want it to be perfect. Most of the time we play the songs I write, but the boys are getting their little tunes together now. 'Purple Haze' was one step on the way to getting our own personal sound. But we have so many moods. We play exactly the way we feel. And I write about everyday things, and change the words a bit to make them commercial. We're happy playing together as a three piece. A few months ago we were going to add an organ, but that would have made us sound like any other group. I'm pretty happy right now. It's true we're one of the loudest groups around. It can be a fault to be too loud. But we don't mean to play loud. In fact we do play softly as well. You've got to have dynamics in songs. We just have so much trouble with amplifiers.

"I started using feedback first of all in the Village. I used a Fender amp. and an old extension loud speaker. It made the weirdest sounds. I'm so tired of 'Midnight Hour' things. I used to play them myself, but you still see groups in clubs that play the same things night after night. Everybody sings the same old songs and there's no variety. Why don't they write some of their own things? Anybody can write a nice little blues riff.

"We do get tired of our own numbers as well. I wrote 'Foxy' so long ago, what we are doing today is as different from that as night from day. Our music is getting uglier. I get my inspiration for songs from everyday things... and girls. Girls can misunderstand you so much—they really can. But it's nice to have them around. One song I wrote is about a girl I used to know. I think she's an acid head now—and much nicer.

"I think this group will stay around," mused Jimi. "The music is free form, and it has variety. I just wish I could sing really nice, but I know I can't sing. I just feel the words out. I try all night to hit a pretty note. But I'm more like an entertainer and performer than a singer."

Does Jimi dig much jazz?

"I dig if it's axes, and I like free form jazz like Roland Kirk and Mingus. But as far as that other stuff—playing standards all the time—no. Mitch is a jazz addict and he keeps on about this cat Elvin Jones all the time. I really would like to meet Roland Kirk and I'd like him to play with us. If people read this they'll say: That guy must be joking', but I really think we are doing the same things. We have different moods and I think some of the moods are on the same level that Roland Kirk is doing."

[musichead84]

Who I’ve seen live - update 3.15.17

Festivals:

ACL - 2003, 2004, 2005, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2014, 2016

Bonnaroo - 2012, 2013

Coachella - 2010, 2014

Float Fest - 2014

Index Fest - 2013, 2014

Lollapalooza - 2006, 2009, 2011

Wakarusa - 2015

Fun Fun Fun Fest - 2014, 2015

35 Denton - 2016

Untapped Fort Worth Festival - 2016

Untapped Dallas Festival - 2016

Forecastle Music Festival - 2017

Edgefest - 2017

A's

Aerosmith (Dallas)

Afghan Whigs (Austin x 2, ACL12, Coachella14)

Alkaline Trio (Austin)

Aloha (Dallas)

Andrew Bird (Lolla09)

All 4 One (Austin)

Animal Collective (Lolla 09)

Arcade Fire x3 (ACL 07,Lolla 06, Coachella 14)

Arctic Monkeys x 2 (Lolla 09, ACL, Edgefest22)

Adair (Dallas)

American Eyes ( Dallas )

As I Lay Dying ( Dallas )

Atreyu ( Dallas )

Atoms for Peace  (Coachella 10)

Allison Moorer (Austin)

Aubra Mae (Dallas)

A Perfect Circle (Lolla11)

AfroJack (Lolla 11)

Atmosphere (Lolla 11)

Alton Brown (Chef - Frisco)

AVICII (ACL 12)

Atlas Genius (Edgefest23)

Airborne Toxic Event (Edgefest23)

AWOLNation x2 (Edgefest23, EF2015)

Annie Clark (Dallas)

A Day to Remember (Edgefest23)

Alt-J (Roo 13)

The Avett Brothers (Summer Cut 2)

Austra (Dallas)

Alice in Chains (Dallas)

Antemasque (FFFfest 15)

Alvvays (FFFfest 15)

American Werewolves (Three Links - Dallas)

At the Drive In (Austin, Dallas x 3)

Aaron Lewis (Billy Bob's)

B's

Badfish x 6 (Dallas, Wildflower Fest)

Beck x 3 (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Ben Harper x 2 (Lolla 09, Austin, Waka 2015)

Big Head Todd & the Monsters (ATX, House of Blues - Dallas)

Black Crowes (Dallas)

Blind Melon (Dallas)

Bloc Party (Lolla 06, Dallas)

Blood Brothers (dallas)

Blue October (Austin, Dallas)

Burden Brothers (Austin, Dallas)

Broke (Dallas)

Band of Horses (Lolla 09)

Bassnectar (Lolla09, ACL12)

Ben Folds (chicago)

Beach House (coachella10)

Ben Gibbard (dallas)

Black Lips (Lolla 11)

Bruno Mars (Lolla 11)

Busy P (Lolla11)

Black Keys (Dallas, Edgefest, ACL12)

Bush (Edgefest23)

Bjork (Roo13)

Big Gigantic (BreakwayFest)

Bear Mountain (Dallas)

Born & Raised (Dallas)

Bastille (Coachella 14)

Bush (Edgefest)

Blackberry Smoke (ACL14)

Bouncing Souls (Dallas)

Broken Gold (Dallas)

Ben Howard (Dallas)

Blue, the misfit (Dallas)

Brutal Juice (Dallas)

Best Coast (Dallas)

Bully (Dallas)

Bobby Patterson (HG6)

Black Fire Pistol (HG6)

Belle & Sebastian (Summer Cut '15)

Broncho (FFFfest 15)

Big Freedia (FFFfest 15)

Bottle Rockets (The Foundry Dallas)

Bombay Bicycle Club (coachella 14)

Built to Spill (Granada Theater, Untapped 16)

Breaking Benjamin (Gexa)

C's

Cage the Elephant (Coachella 10, Frisco, Lolla09/11, Edgefest 22, Coachella 14)

Christina Aguilera (Tx State Fair 1998)

Chevelle (dallas,fort worth)

Coal Chamber(killeen)

Coheed & Cambria (Austin, Coachella10, Lolla06, Dallas)

Cody Shaw & The Rhythm Boys (Hank's)

ColdWarKids (Lolla06, ACL)

Common (Lolla09)

Cross Canadian Ragweed (austin)

The Confession

Collective Soul (dallas)

Carolyn Wonderland (austin)

The Cush (denton)

Cee-Lo Green (Lolla11)

Chico Trujillo (Lolla11)

City & Colour (Lolla11, Roo12, Dallas - Granada Theater)

The Chain Gang of 1974 (Lolla11, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Carina Round (Austin)

Charlie Murphy (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Christopher Titus (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Civil Twilight (Edgefest22)

Cake (Edgefest22)

Chris Lake (El Paso)

Capital Cities (Edgefest23)

Crizzly (BreakawayFest)

CHVRCHES (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Commotion  (Dallas)

Courtney Barnett (FFFFest 6)

Chance the Rapper (Waka15)

Carrie Brownstein (Dallas)

Craig Finn (Trees)

Chris Stapleton (Dallas, ACL 16)

Cheap Trick (FFFfest 15)

Chromeo (FFFfest 15)

Calvin Harris (Coachella 14)

D's

Dead Sara (Edgefest22)

Damian Marley (Lolla11)

Death From Above 1979 (Lolla11)

Daughtry (addison,dallas,frisco)

Dashboard Confessional (ACL05)

Death Cab For Cutie (Lolla06, EF15)

Decemberists (Lolla09, Dallas)

Deftones (Dallas, Lolla11, Edgefest23)

Devotchka (Dallas - HOB, Indexfest 2)

Delta Spirit (Lolla11)

Drive-by Truckers (dallas)

Destiny's Child (Tx State Fair 1998)

Dredg (dallas)

Death in the Family (dallas)

Dead Weather (coachella10, ACL09)

Depeche Mode (chicago)

Dirty Heads x 3 (Austin - Stubb's, Dallas, Waka15)

Dwight Yokam (Grand Prairie - Lonestar Park)

The Drums (Lolla11)

The DA (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

D'Angelo (Roo12)

Deadmau5 (El Paso)

Dim Locator (Hailey's - Denton)

Danny Avila (BreakwayFest)

Dave Chappell (Dallas - Oddball Comedy Tour)

Dirty River Boys (McKinney - Hanks)

Dum Dum Girls (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

David Ramirez (Kessler Theater, Untapped 16)

Dark Rooms x 3 (Dallas)

Doug Benson (FFFfest 15)

Dag nasty (FFFfest 15)

Dillion Francis (Coachella 14)

Disturbed (Gexa)

DJ Sober (The Best of Big D 16)

E's

The Expendables (Stubb’s)

Eminem (Lolla 11, ACL 14)

Explosions in the Sky (Lolla 11, Breakaway Fest)

Empire of the Sun (Breakway Fest)

El-P (indexfest2)

Erykah Badu (Bomb Factory)

Eric Andre (FFFfest 15)

Esme Patterson (The Rustic)

F's

Finger Eleven (dallas)

Fleet Foxes (Lolla 09)

Foo Fighters (Dallas, Lolla 11)

Foster the People (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Frank Black (Austin)

Funeral for a Friend (Dallas)

For Felix (Dallas)

Franz Ferdinand (Austin)

Frank Turner (Dallas, Coachella 14)

Fuel (Mayflower Fest)

Friendly Fires (Lolla 11)

Flogging Molly (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Fitz & the Tantrums (Lolla 11 - met them, HOB - Dallas - met them, Roo 12, Edgefest 23)

Foxy Shazam (Edgefest 22)

Florence & the Machines (ACL 12)

Frightened Rabbit (Dallas)

Flash Gordon (Edgefest 23)

Flight of the Concords (Dallas)

Fatboy Slim (Coachella 14)

Foxygen (Index Fest 3, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

First Aid Kit (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Flying Lotus (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

FKA Twigs (Trees - Dallas)

Future Islands (Index Fest 3, FFFFest15)

Fantastic Negrito (Summer Cut '15)

G's

The Gaslight Anthem x 3 (Lolla06,Edgefest23,Dallas)

Gin Blossoms (addison)

Gnarls Barkley x 2 (Lolla06,dallas)

Gomez (Lolla 09)

Gossip (coachella10)

Greeley Estates (dallas)

The Gourds (austin)

GooGoo Dolls (dallas)

Grace Potter & the Nocturnals x 2 (lolla11, Summer Cut 2)

Grouplove x4 (Lolla11,Austin,Roo12,Coachella14)

Garbage (Edgefest22)

Girl Talk x 3 (indexfest2, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, EF15)

The Growlers (Waka15)

Glass Animals (Waka15)

Galactic (Waka15)

Gogol Bordello (FFFfest 15, Untapped Dallas 16)

Grimes (FFFfest 15)

Greg Dulli (Kessler Theater Dallas)

Grupo Fantasma (Untapped 16)

H's

Heartless Bastards x 11 (Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, Denton - met twice, smoked a cig with Jesse, and took pics with them)

Hole (Edgefest)

Hockey (Coachella 10)

The Hope Trust x 2 (Dallas, Denton)

The Holler Time (Denton)

Haim (Roo13)

Harland Williams (Comedian - Addison Improv)

Hozier (EF15)

Hayes Carll (Untapped 16)

I's

Incubus (x3)(dallas)

Interpol (dallas)

DJ Irene (killeen)

Ishi (Dallas)

Israel Nash (Summer Cut '15)

J's

Jay-Z (Coachella 10)

Jane's Addiction (Lolla09,Dallas)

Jeff Klein (austin)

Jim Ward (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Jimmy Eat World (Dallas)

Johnny Cooper (Mckinney - Hank’s)

John Hiatt (Stubbs, HOB Dallas)

Jerry Lee Lewis (Richardson - Wildflower Fest 11)

Jim Jefferies x 3 (Comedian - Dallas)

Jim Breuer (Comedian - Dallas)

Jarrod Gorbel (Dallas)

James Vandervelde (austin)

Jack White (ACL12)

Japandroid (Roo13)

Jack Johnson (Roo13)

Juicy J (BreakwayFest)

Jenny Lewis (Dallas)

J Mascis (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Jessica Lea Mayfield (Dallas)

Jack Kerowax (Dallas)

Jamie xx (GvB V)

Joey Bada$$ (FFFfest 15)

Jason Isbell (Southside Ballroom Dallas)

Jason Aldean (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

K's

Kansas (Norfolk, VA - my very first concert!)

KISS (Frisco)

Kaskade (Lolla 09)

Killers x 2 (Austin, Dallas)

Kings of Leon x 3 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Kid Cudi (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Killer Mike (indexfest2)

Kevin Devine (Dallas - Rustic)

Kopecky (Waka 15)Kaela Sinclair (Dallas)

Kurt Vile (Red Rocks Amphitheater)

Kacey Musgraves (ACL 16)

Kaleo (Untapped Dallas 16)

Kurt Vile (Red Rocks Amphitheater)

L's

The Lusitania (Austin)

Lennon (killeen)

LCD Soundsystem (Coachella 10, ACL 16)

Local Natives (Coachella10, Lolla11, Roo13, ACL 16)

Los Lonely Boys (Austin)

The Lumineers x2 (ACL12, Dallas)

Lil Twist (BreakwayFest)

Lower Dens (GvB V, Club Dada Dallas)

Lucero (Southside Ballroom, The Rustic)

L7 (FFFfest 15, Granada Theater Dallas)

Le Bucherettes (Dallas)

M's

MC Flipside (2001 - Killeen)

MGMT (coachella 10, coachella 14)

mewithoutYou (dallas)

Modest Mouse (ACL 05, Dallas, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, Edgefest '15)

Metric (Lolla11,Edgefest11,ACL12)

Muse (dallas,Edgefest10,Lolla11)

My Morning Jacket (austin)

Millionaire (dallas)

Matisyahu (Lolla06, Dallas)(Met outside of Granada Theater, have autograph)

Manchester Orchestra (Lolla 09/11, Dallas - Rustic)

Mogwai (Lolla 11)

Mexicans At Night (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

M83 (ACL 12)

Major Lazer (Roo 12, ACL 14, Waka 15)

Mariachi El Bronx (Roo 12)

Matt&Kim (Summer Cut 2, Roo 13, BreakwayFest '13)

MsMr (Dallas - HOB, Coachella 14)

Midlake (Dallas)

Macy Gray (Waka 15)

Ms. Lauryn Hill (FFFfest 15)

Midnight Stroll (Trees Dallas)

Miike Snow (ACL 16)

Mumford & Sons (ACL 16)

N's

Nas (Lolla11, Roo13)

The Naked & Famous (Lolla 11, dallas)

The National (Dallas - HOB, Southside Ballroom, Roo 13)

Neko Case (Lolla 09)

North Mississippi Allstars (Austin - Stubb's)

Neon Trees (Edgefest 22)

Neil Young & Crazy Horse (ACL 12)

The Neighbourhood (Edgefest 23)

Nahko & Medicine for the People (Waka 15)

New Politics (Edgefest 15)

Neon Indian (FFFfest 15)

NOFX (FFFfest 15)

O's

Old 97's (Austin, HG6)

Owen Pallett (Dallas)

Of Monsters & Men (Roo 13)

Other Lives (Dallas)

Oil Boom (HG6)

Olivia Chaney (Dallas)

ODESZA (FFFfest 15)

P's

Paul Green's School of Rock All-Stars – Austin, TX

Pavement (dallas)

Portugal. The Man (Coachella 10, Lolla 11, Roo 13, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Paramore (Dallas, Edgefest 23)

Pearl Jam (ACL 09/14, Dallas - AAC)

Pepper (Dallas - Granada Theater)

Pixies (ACL05)Placebo (Edgefest)

Pelican (Edgefest)

Phoenix (coachella 10, edgefest 21, edgefest 23)

Passion Pit (coachella 10, dallas)

Pat Green (frisco)

Pretty Lights (Lolla11)

Puscifer (Austin - Long Center,Roo12)

Phish (Roo12)

Pauly Shore (Edgefest23)

Purity Ring (Roo13)

Paul McCartney (Roo13)

Phantogram (ACL14)

Paws (Dallas)

Parquet Courts (FFFfest 15)

Peaches (FFFfest 15)

Patricio (Coachella 14)

Pete Yorn (ACL 16)

Q’s

Queens of the Stoneage (ACL, Dallas)

Questlove (Roo12)

The Quaker City Night Hawks x 2 (Dallas)

Quintron & Miss Pussy Cat (Dallas)

R's

Ratatat (Lolla 11)

Rancid (Dallas - Gypsy Ballroom)

Red Hot Chili Peppers (Lolla 06, Dallas - AAC, Roo 12)

Rilo Kiley (Dallas)

Rise Against (Dallas)

The Receiving End of Sirens (Dallas)

The Record Hop (Denton)

Ramesh (Dallas)

The Roots (Roo 12, ACL 12, Waka 15)

Radiohead (Roo 12, Lolla 11)

Rodrigo & Gabriela & C.U.B.A. (Roo 12)

Robert Delong (Edgefest 23)

Ra Ra Riot (BreakwayFest)

The Replacements (with Billy Jo Armstrong @ Coachella14, ACL14)

Riothorse Royale (Dallas)

Roosevelt (FFFfest 15)

Ride (FFFfest 15)

Robert Plant (Bomb Factory Dallas)

Ryan Adams (Red Rocks Amphitheater)

S's

Street Sweeper Social Club (Coachella 10)

She & Him (Coachella 10)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

Say Anything (Edgefest)

Seven Mary Three x 11 (Dallas, Waco, Wildflower Fest - have Giti's autograph)

Silverchair (How the Edge Stole Xmas)

Silversun Pickups (Lolla09, Dallas)

Sleepercar (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Snoop Dogg (Lolla 09)

Sparta x 12 (Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, El Paso)

Spoon x 4 (Austin, ACL 14, HOB Dallas, HG6)

Staind (Dallas)

Steve Earle (ACL 07, dallas, ACL 12)

STP (austin, Edgefest)

Silverstein (Dallas)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

The Smashup (Dallas)

Story of the Year (Dallas)

Street Drum Corps (Dallas)

Sublime w/ Rome (Dallas)

Switchfoot x 3 (Dallas, Edgefest22)

Skrillex (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

Sarah Jaffe x 4 (Indexfest 2, Dallas, Summer Cut '15)

Shaky Graves (Dallas - Granada Theater, Kessler Theater, HG6)

Sam Lao (Dallas)

STS9 (Waka15)

Slightly Stoopid (Waka15)

Sphynx (HG6)

Sealion (HG6)

Saul Williams (Dallas)

Social Distortion (HOB Houston)

Slow Magic (FFFfest 15)

Stoney Larue (Billy Bob's Texas)

Shovels & Rope (Southside Music Hall 2016)

Sweater Beats (Coachella 14)

T's

Tegan & Sara (ACL12)

Taking Back Sunday x 4 (Dallas)

Thursday (Dallas)

Tito & The Tarantulas (Austin)

Toadies x 12 (Austin, Dallas)

Tool x 3 (Lolla09, Dallas - AAC, Grand Prairie - Nokia)

Them Crooked Vultures (coachella10)

Tragically Hip x 4 (Austin - Stubb's, Dallas - HOB)

Trish Murphy (ACL 05)

TV on the Radio (Lolla 09, Dallas, Untapped Dallas 16)

Thrice (Dallas)

The Heist (Dallas)

Twilight Singers (Dallas - Gypsy Tea Room)

Three Days Grace (Dallas)

Two Door Cinema Club (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

The Tings Tings (Edgefest22)

The Temper Trap (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Twenty-One Pilots (Edgefest23)

The TonTons (Dallas - Trees)

Tame Impala (Dallas - Southside Ballroom)

Tinariwen (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Tei Shi (GvB V)

Toro y Moi (FFFfest 15)

Tanlines (Trees Dallas)

Thomas Rhett (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

U's

Uh Huh Her (Dallas)

Unknown Mortal Orchestra (Club Dada Dallas)

V's

Van Halen (Dallas)

Vampire Weekend (Lolla 09)

Viet Cong (FFFfest 15)

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

W's

White Lies (Lolla 11)

White Rabbit x 2 (dallas)

Warpaint x 2 (Dallas - Granada Theater, index fest 2)

Wailers x 4 (Dallas, Wildflower Festival)

Weezer (Dallas)

Wilco (Austin)

Wintersleep x 3 (austin, Dallas - Trees (pic with them))

Walking the Moon (dallas)

White Arrows (Dallas)

Walk the Moon (Roo13)

Wu-Tang Clan (BreakwayFest)

Wiz Khalifa (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

War On Drugs (Granada Theater)

White Demin (Index Fest 3)

We Are Scientists (Club Dada Dallas)

Wresters (Trees Dallas)

Wussy (Three Links - Dallas)

V's

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

X's

The xx - x 5 (Coachella 10, Dallas x 3, Roo 13)

Y's

Yeah Yeah Yeah's x 2 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Young the Giant x 3 (lolla11, dallas, austin, Waka15)

Yumi Zouma (GvB V)

Z's

Zola Jesus (Granada Theater)

ZZ Top (Roo13)

Zobc (Coachella 14)

The Zolas (Dallas)

#'s

311 (Dallas)

30 Seconds to Mars (Dallas, Edgefest)

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Who I’ve Seen Live  - as of 2018

Festivals:

ACL - 2003, 2004, 2005, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2014, 2016, 2018

Bonnaroo - 2012, 2013

Coachella - 2010, 2014

Float Fest - 2014

Index Fest - 2013, 2014

Lollapalooza - 2006, 2009, 2011

Wakarusa - 2015

Fun Fun Fun Fest - 2014, 2015

35 Denton - 2016

Untapped Fort Worth Festival - 2016

Untapped Dallas Festival - 2016

Edgefest - 2017 (many more than this year’s...)

Old 97′s County Fair - 2018

A's

Aerosmith (Dallas)

Afghan Whigs (Liberty Lunch, Antone’s, ACL 12, Coachella 14)

Alkaline Trio (Austin)

Aloha (Dallas)

Andrew Bird (Lolla 09)

All 4 One (Austin)

Animal Collective (Lolla 09)

Arcade Fire x3 (ACL 07, Lolla 06, Coachella 14)

Arctic Monkeys x 2 (Lolla 09, ACL, Edgefest 22)

Adair (Dallas)

American Eyes ( Dallas )

As I Lay Dying ( Dallas )

Atreyu ( Dallas )

Atoms for Peace  (Coachella 10)

Allison Moorer (Austin)

Aubra Mae (Dallas)

A Perfect Circle (Lolla 11, Verizon Theatre)

AfroJack (Lolla 11)

Atmosphere (Lolla 11)

Alton Brown (Chef - Frisco) - Barnes & Noble

AVICII (ACL 12)

Atlas Genius (Edgefest23)

Airborne Toxic Event (Edgefest23)

AWOLNation x2 (Edgefest23, EF2015)

Annie Clark (Dallas)

A Day to Remember (Edgefest 23)

Alt-J (Roo 13)

The Avett Brothers (Summer Cut 2)

Austra (Granada Theater)

Alice in Chains (Gexa Pavilion)

Antemasque (FFFfest 15)

Alvvays (FFFfest 15)

American Werewolves (Three Links - Dallas)

At the Drive In (Red7, Trees, Club Dada, Southside Ballroom)

Aaron Lewis (Billy Bob's)

American Aquarium (The Statler Ballroom)

B's

Badfish x 6 (Dallas, Wildflower Fest)

Beck x 3 (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Ben Harper x 2 (Lolla 09, Austin, Waka 2015)

Big Head Todd & the Monsters (ATX, House of Blues - Dallas)

Black Crowes (Dallas)

Blind Melon (Dallas)

Bloc Party (Lolla 06, Dallas)

Blood Brothers (dallas)

Blue October (Austin, Dallas)

Burden Brothers (Austin, Dallas)

Broke (Dallas)

Band of Horses (Lolla 09)

Bassnectar (Lolla09, ACL12)

Ben Folds (chicago)

Beach House (coachella10)

Ben Gibbard (dallas)

Bert Kreischer - (comedian) Addison Improv (2), Irvine Improv

Black Lips (Lolla 11)

Bruno Mars (Lolla 11)

Busy P (Lolla11)

Black Keys (Dallas, Edgefest, ACL12)

Bush (Edgefest23)

Bjork (Roo13)

Big Gigantic (BreakwayFest)

Bear Mountain (Dallas)

Born & Raised (Dallas)

Bastille (Coachella 14)

Bush (Edgefest, Toyota Music Factory)

Blackberry Smoke (ACL14)

Bouncing Souls (Dallas)

Broken Gold (Dallas)

Ben Howard (Dallas)

Blue, the misfit (Dallas)

Brutal Juice (Dallas)

Best Coast (Dallas)

Bully (Dallas)

Bobby Patterson (HG6)

Black Fire Pistol (HG6)

Belle & Sebastian (Summer Cut '15)

Broncho (FFFfest 15)

Big Freedia (FFFfest 15, The Bomb Factory)

Bottle Rockets  (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Bombay Bicycle Club (coachella 14)

Built to Spill (Granada Theater, Untapped 16)

Breaking Benjamin (Gexa)

Blink 182 (Edgefest 2017)

Brandi Carlile (ACL 2018)

Brock Hampton (ACL 2018)

Blood Orange (ACL 2018 0

C's

Cage the Elephant (Coachella 10, Frisco, Lolla09/11, Edgefest 22, Coachella 14)

Christina Aguilera (Tx State Fair 1998)

Chevelle (Dallas, Ft Worth, Edgefest 2017)

Coal Chamber(killeen)

Coheed & Cambria (Austin, Coachella10, Lolla06, Dallas)

Cody Shaw & The Rhythm Boys (Hank's)

ColdWarKids (Lolla06, ACL)

Common (Lolla09)

Cross Canadian Ragweed (austin)

The Confession

Collective Soul (dallas)

Carolyn Wonderland (austin)

The Cush (denton)

Cee-Lo Green (Lolla11)

Chico Trujillo (Lolla11)

City & Colour (Lolla11, Roo12, Dallas - Granada Theater)

The Chain Gang of 1974 (Lolla11, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Carina Round (Austin)

Charlie Murphy (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Christopher Titus (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Civil Twilight (Edgefest22)

Cake (Edgefest22)

Chris Lake (El Paso)

Capital Cities (Edgefest23)

Crizzly (BreakawayFest)

CHVRCHES (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Commotion  (Dallas)

Courtney Barnett (FFFFest 6)

Chance the Rapper (Waka15)

Carrie Brownstein (Dallas)

Craig Finn (Trees)

Chris Stapleton (Dallas, ACL 16)

Cheap Trick (FFFfest 15)

Chromeo (FFFfest 15)

Calvin Harris (Coachella 14)

The Cult (Toyota Music Factory)

Camila Cabello (ACL 2018)

D's

Dead Sara (Edgefest22)

Damian Marley (Lolla11)

Death From Above 1979 (Lolla11)

Daughtry (addison,dallas,frisco)

Dashboard Confessional (ACL05)

Death Cab For Cutie (Lolla06, EF15)

Decemberists (Lolla09, Dallas)

Deftones (Dallas, Lolla11, Edgefest23, ACL 2018)

Devotchka (Dallas - HOB, Indexfest 2)

Delta Spirit (Lolla11)

Drive-by Truckers (dallas)

Destiny's Child (Tx State Fair 1998)

Dredg (dallas)

Death in the Family (dallas)

Dead Weather (coachella10, ACL09)

Depeche Mode (chicago)

Dirty Heads x 3 (Austin - Stubb's, Dallas, Waka15)

Dwight Yokam (Grand Prairie - Lonestar Park)

The Drums (Lolla11)

The DA (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

D'Angelo (Roo 12)

Deadmau5 (El Paso)

Dim Locator (Hailey's - Denton)

Danny Avila (BreakwayFest)

Dave Chappell (Dallas - Oddball Comedy Tour)

Dirty River Boys (McKinney - Hanks)

Dum Dum Girls (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

David Ramirez (Kessler Theater, Untapped 16)

Dark Rooms x 3 (Dallas, Denton)

Doug Benson (FFFfest 15)

Dag nasty (FFFfest 15)

Dillion Francis (Coachella 14)

Disturbed (Gexa)

DJ Sober (The Best of Big D 16)

Dalton Domino (The Statler Ballroom)

David Byrne (ACL 2018)

Dead Flowers (The Rustic)

E's

The Expendables (austin)

Eminem (Lolla 11, ACL 14)

Explosions in the Sky (Lolla 11, Breakaway Fest)

Empire of the Sun (Breakway Fest)

El-P (indexfest2)

Erykah Badu (Dallas)

Eric Andre (FFFfest 15)

Esme Patterson (The Rustic)

Erika Wennerstron (2018 Old 97′s County Fair, The Rustic)

F's

Finger Eleven (dallas)

Fleet Foxes (Lolla 09)

Foo Fighters (Dallas, Lolla 11)

Foster the People (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Frank Black (Austin)

Funeral for a Friend (Dallas)

For Felix (Dallas)

Franz Ferdinand (Austin)

Frank Turner (Dallas, Coachella 14)

Fuel (Mayflower Fest)

Friendly Fires (Lolla 11)

Flogging Molly (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Fitz & the Tantrums (Lolla 11 - met them, HOB - Dallas - met them, Roo 12, Edgefest 23)

Foxy Shazam (Edgefest 22)

Florence & the Machines (ACL 12)

Frightened Rabbit (Dallas)

Flash Gordon (Edgefest 23)

Flight of the Concords (Dallas)

Fatboy Slim (Coachella 14)

Foxygen (Index Fest 3, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

First Aid Kit (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Flying Lotus (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

FKA Twigs (Trees - Dallas)

Future Islands (Index Fest 3, FFFFest15)

Fantastic Negrito (Summer Cut '15)

FRONTERA BUGALÚ - Gas Monkey

G's

The Gaslight Anthem x 3 (Lolla06,Edgefest23,Dallas)

Gin Blossoms (Addison, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Gnarls Barkley x 2 (Lolla06,dallas)

Gomez (Lolla 09)

Gossip (coachella10)

Greeley Estates (dallas)

The Gourds (austin)

Goo Goo Dolls (Dallas / Wildflower Fest 2018)

Grace Potter & the Nocturnals x 2 (lolla11, Summer Cut 2)

Grouplove (Lolla 11, Stubb’s, Roo 12, Coachella 14)

Garbage (Edgefest 22)

Girl Talk x 3 (indexfest 2, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, EF 15)

The Growlers (Waka 15)

Glass Animals (Waka 15)

Galactic (Waka 15)

Gogol Bordello (FFFfest 15, Untapped Dallas 16)

Grimes (FFFfest 15)

Greg Dulli (Kessler Theater Dallas)

Grupo Fantasma (Untapped 16)

Glorietta (Kessler - Dallas)

H's

Heartless Bastards x 11 (Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, Denton - met twice, smoked with Jesse, and took pics with them)

Hole (Edgefest)

Hockey (Coachella 10)

The Hope Trust x 2 (Dallas, Denton)

The Holler Time (Denton)

Haim (Roo13)

Harland Williams (Comedian - Addison Improv)

Hozier (EF15)

Hayes Carll (Untapped 16)

I's

Incubus (x3)(dallas)

Interpol (dallas)

DJ Irene (killeen)

Ishi (Dallas)

Israel Nash (Summer Cut '15)

J's

Jay-Z (Coachella 10)

Jane's Addiction (Lolla09,Dallas)

Jeff Klein (austin)

Jim Ward (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Jimmy Eat World (Dallas, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Johnny Cooper (Mckinney - Hank’s)

John Hiatt (Stubbs, HOB Dallas)

Jerry Lee Lewis (Richardson - Wildflower Fest 11)

Jim Jefferies x 3 (Comedian - Dallas)

Jim Breuer (Comedian - Dallas)

Jarrod Gorbel (Dallas)

James Vandervelde (austin)

Jack White (ACL12)

Japandroid (Roo13)

Jack Johnson (Roo13)

Juicy J (BreakwayFest)

Jenny Lewis (Dallas)

J Mascis (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Jessica Lea Mayfield (Dallas)

Jack Kerowax (Dallas)

Jamie xx (GvB V)

Joey Bada$$ (FFFfest 15)

Jason Isbell (Southside Ballroom Dallas)

Jason Aldean (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

Jaime Wyatt (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Jibe (Gas Monkey Live!)

Justice (ACL 2018)

K's

Kansas (Norfolk, VA - my very first concert!)

KISS (Frisco)

Kaskade (Lolla 09)

Killers x 2 (Austin, Dallas)

Kings of Leon x 3 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Kid Cudi (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Killer Mike (indexfest2)

Kevin Devine (Dallas - Rustic)

Kopecky (Waka 15)Kaela Sinclair (Dallas)

Kurt Vile (Red Rocks Amphitheater)

Kacey Musgraves (ACL 16)

Kaleo (Untapped Dallas 16)

K-Flay (Dos Equis Pavilion)

Khalid (ACL 2018)

L's

The Lusitania (Austin)

Lennon (killeen)

LCD Soundsystem (Coachella 10, ACL 16, The Bomb Factory)

Local Natives (Coachella10, Lolla11, Roo13, ACL 16)

Los Lonely Boys (Austin)

The Lumineers (ACL12, Dallas)

Lil Twist (BreakwayFest)

Lower Dens (GvB V, Club Dada Dallas)

L-P (Index Fest 2)

Lucero (Southside Ballroom, The Rusticx3)

L7 (FFFfest 15, Granada Theater Dallas)

Le Bucherettes (Dallas)

Lord Huron  (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Lifehouse (Wildflower Fest 2018)

Lukas Nelson (The Rustic)

M's

MC Flipside (2001 - Killeen)

MGMT (coachella 10, coachella 14)

mewithoutYou (dallas)

Modest Mouse (ACL 05, Dallas, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, Edgefest '15)

Metric (Lolla11,Edgefest11,ACL12)

Muse (dallas,Edgefest10,Lolla11)

My Morning Jacket (austin)

Millionaire (dallas)

Matisyahu (Lolla06, Dallas)(Met outside of Granada Theater, have autograph)

Manchester Orchestra (Lolla 09/11, Dallas - Rustic, ACL 2018)

Mogwai (Lolla 11)

Mexicans At Night (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

M83 (ACL 12)

Major Lazer (Roo 12, ACL 14, Waka 15)

Mariachi El Bronx (Roo 12)

Matt&Kim (Summer Cut 2, Roo 13, BreakwayFest '13)

MsMr (Dallas - HOB, Coachella 14)

Midlake (Dallas)

Macy Gray (Waka 15)

Ms. Lauryn Hill (FFFfest 15)

Midnight Stroll (Trees Dallas)

Miike Snow (ACL 16)

Mumford & Sons (ACL 16)

The Mavericks  (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Mad Mexicans (Gas Monkey Live!)

Metallica (ACL 18)

Margo Price (The Rustic)

N's

Nas (Lolla11, Roo13)

The Naked & Famous (Lolla 11, dallas)

The National (Dallas - HOB, Southside Ballroom, Roo 13, ACL 18)

Neko Case (Lolla 09)

North Mississippi Allstars (Austin - Stubb's)

Neon Trees (Edgefest 22)

Neil Young & Crazy Horse (ACL 12)

The Neighbourhood (Edgefest 23)

Nahko & Medicine for the People (Waka 15)

New Politics (Edgefest 15)

Neon Indian (FFFfest 15)

NOFX (FFFfest 15)

The Nixons (Edgefest 2017)

NIN (Las Vegas - The Joint x2)

NALGADAS - Gas Monkey

Nelly (ACL 2018)

O's

Old 97's (Austin, HG6, 2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Owen Pallett (Dallas)

Of Monsters & Men (Roo 13)

Other Lives (Dallas)

The Offspring (Edgefest 2017)

Oil Boom (HG6)

Olivia Chaney (Dallas)

ODESZA (FFFfest 15, ACL 2018)

P's

Paul Green's School of Rock All-Stars – Austin, TX

Pavement (Dallas)

Portugal. The Man (Coachella 10, Lolla 11, Roo 13, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Paramore (Dallas, Edgefest 23)

Pearl Jam (ACL 09/14, Dallas - AAC)

Pepper (Dallas - Granada Theater)

Pixies (ACL 2005)

Placebo (Edgefest)

Pelican (Edgefest)

Phoenix (Coachella 10, Edgefest 21, Edgefest 23)

Passion Pit (coachella 10, dallas)

Pat Green (frisco)

Pretty Lights (Lolla11)

Puscifer (Austin - Long Center, Bonnaroo 2012)

Phish (Bonnaroo 2012 )

Pauly Shore (Edgefest 23)

Purity Ring (Roo13)

Paul McCartney (Roo13)

Phantogram (ACL14)

Paws (Dallas)

Parquet Courts (FFFfest 15)

Peaches (FFFfest 15)

Patricio (Coachella 14)

Pete Yorn (ACL 16)

Prayers (Verizon Theatre)

Paul Cauthen  (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Q's 

Queens of the Stone Age (ACL, Dallas)

?uestlove (Roo12)

The Quaker City Night Hawks x 2 (Dallas)

Quintron & Miss Pussy Cat (Dallas)

R's

Ratatat (Lolla 11)

Rancid (Dallas - Gypsy Ballroom)

Red Hot Chili Peppers (Lolla 06, Dallas - AAC, Roo 12)

Rilo Kiley (Dallas)

Rise Against (Dallas)

The Receiving End of Sirens (Dallas)

The Record Hop (Denton)

Ramesh (Dallas)

The Roots (Roo 12, ACL 12, Waka 15)

Radiohead (Roo 12, Lolla 11)

Rodrigo & Gabriela & C.U.B.A. (Roo 12)

Robert Delong (Edgefest 23)

Ra Ra Riot (BreakwayFest)

The Replacements (with Billy Jo Armstrong @ Coachella14, ACL14)

Riothorse Royale (Dallas)

Roosevelt (FFFfest 15)

Ride (FFFfest 15)

Robert Plant (Bomb Factory Dallas)

Ryan Adams (Red Rocks Amphitheater, The Pavillion - Irving)

Roger Waters (American Airlines Center)

S's

Street Sweeper Social Club (Coachella 10)

She & Him (Coachella 10)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

Say Anything (Edgefest)

Seven Mary Three x 11 (Dallas, Waco, Wildflower Fest - have Giti's autograph)

Silverchair (How the Edge Stole Xmas)

Silversun Pickups (Lolla09, Dallas)

Sleepercar (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Snoop Dogg (Lolla 09)

Sparta x 15 (Mohawk, Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, Tricky Falls, Barracuda, Gas Monkey)

Spoon x 4 (Austin, ACL 14, HOB Dallas, HG 6, Wildflower Fest 18)

Staind (Dallas)

Steve Earle (ACL 07, dallas, ACL 12)

STP (austin, Edgefest, Toyota Music Factory)

Silverstein (Dallas)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

The Smashup (Dallas)

Story of the Year (Dallas)

Street Drum Corps (Dallas)

Sublime w/ Rome (Dallas)

Switchfoot x 3 (Dallas, Edgefest 22, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Skrillex (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

Sarah Jaffe x 4 (Indexfest 2, Dallas, Summer Cut '15)

Shaky Graves (Dallas - Granada Theater, Kessler Theater, HG6, ACL 2018)

Sam Lao (Dallas)

STS9 (Waka15)

Slightly Stoopid (Waka15)

Sphynx (HG6)

Sealion (HG6)

Saul Williams (Dallas - Club Dada)

Sons of Illustrious Father (Dallas - Club Dada)

Social Distortion (HOB Houston)

Slow Magic (FFFfest 15)

Stoney Larue (Billy Bob's Texas)

Shovels & Rope (Southside Music Hall 2016)

Sweater Beats (Coachella 14)

Sylvan Esso (ACL 18)

T's

Tegan & Sara (ACL12)

Taking Back Sunday x 4 (Dallas)

Thursday (Dallas)

Tito & The Tarantulas (Austin)

Toadies x 13 (Austin, Dallas)

Tool (Lolla09, Dallas - AAC, Grand Prairie - Nokia)

Them Crooked Vultures (Coachella10)

Tragically Hip x 4 (Austin - Stubb's, Dallas - HOB)

Trish Murphy (ACL 05)

TV on the Radio (Lolla 09, Dallas, Untapped Dallas 16)

Thrice (Dallas)

The Heist (Dallas)

Twilight Singers (Dallas - Gypsy Tea Room & Granada Theater 2011)

Three Days Grace (Dallas)

Two Door Cinema Club (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

The Tings Tings (Edgefest22)

The Temper Trap (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Twenty-One Pilots (Edgefest23)

The TonTons (Dallas - Trees)

Tame Impala (Dallas - Southside Ballroom)

Tinariwen (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Tei Shi (GvB V)

Toro y Moi (FFFfest 15)

Tanlines (Trees Dallas)

Thomas Rhett (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

Travis Scott (ACL 2018)

Texas Gentlemen (Kessler - Dallas)

U's

Uh Huh Her (Dallas)

Unknown Mortal Orchestra (Club Dada Dallas)

V's

Van Halen (Dallas)

Vampire Weekend (Lolla 09)

Viet Cong (FFFfest 15)

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

Valerie June  (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

W's

White Lies (Lolla 11)

White Rabbit x 2 (dallas)

Warpaint x 2 (Dallas - Granada Theater, index fest 2)

Wailers x 4 (Dallas, Wildflower Festival)

Weezer (Dallas)

Wilco (Austin)

Wintersleep x 3 (austin, Dallas - Trees (pic with them))

Walking the Moon (dallas)

White Arrows (Dallas)

Walk the Moon (Roo13, Dos Equis Pavilion)

Wu-Tang Clan (BreakwayFest)

Wiz Khalifa (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

War On Drugs (Granada Theater)

White Demin (Index Fest 3)

We Are Scientists (Club Dada Dallas)

Wresters (Trees Dallas)

Wussy (Three Links - Dallas)

V's

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

X's

The xx - x 4 (Coachella 10, Dallas x 2, Roo 13)

Y's

Yeah Yeah Yeah's x 2 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Young the Giant x 3 (lolla11, dallas, austin, Waka15)

Yumi Zouma (GvB V)

Z's

Zola Jesus (Dallas - Granada Theater)

ZZ Top (Roo13)Zobc (Coachella 14)

The Zolas (Dallas)

#'s

311 (Dallas, Edgefest 2017)

30 Seconds to Mars (Dallas, Edgefest, Dos Equis Pavilion)