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genericpuff · 6 months ago

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The Derivative Fashion Sense of Lore Olympus

So I'm usually out here going Gordon Ramsay on Rachel's ass about her writing and art, but for this unsolicited essay I will be wearing a different hat.

Yep, we're going Miranda Priestly today. Specifically the Miranda Priestly who talks fashion, not the Miranda Priestly who abuses employees lmao (though rest assured, I'm gonna have a lot of curt words throughout this).

Disclaimer: I am not at all an expert on fashion, these are just my thoughts and observations from studying fashion styles as part of my own artistic journey, so as always, take what I have to say with loads of salt. I also realize the irony that I am addressing the derivative nature of Lore Olympus when I, myself, am creating a derivative retelling of Lore Olympus.

Alright, enough small talk.

There's this general misconception in runway fashion that all those "impractical outfits" are meant to be worn by the average person, people such as myself who see these outfits and go "what the fuck do you mean Lady Gaga wore a dress made out of meat?!" When we see these crazy fits, our first impression is often "Why would anyone wear that?"

Well, because they aren't outfits. They're art pieces.

And not only are the outfits themselves art pieces, but the people wearing them are the canvases. These outfits aren't designed for just anyone to wear, especially not your average Joe, they're designed both with the artist's vision as well as the model in mind. A lot of thought, expression, cultural influences, and personal messaging is sewn into these designs.

Think about it this way, you couldn't take that aforementioned Gaga meat dress and put it on Taylor Swift. Not only would it not be physically tailored to her, but it wouldn't align with Swift's brand of music. Gaga, at the time of wearing that dress, was making a statement that came about from a collaborative effort between herself, the canvas, and her fashion designer, the artist. The meaning would be lost if you put Swift, Katy Perry, or any other musician into it, because the fact that Gaga is the one wearing it is part of that meaning.

What would happen if you did take the meat dress and put it on someone else? Well, that's how you get the controversial 2022 Met Gala when Kim Kardashian wore the sequin dress that Marilyn Monroe wore for JFK back in 1962.

Not a replica. Not a re-interpretation. The actual literal dress that Monroe once wore. This was a very bold - and in my opinion, reckless - move on Kim's part, because not only was she forcing herself into a dress not tailored to her (and yes, there has been deliberation on what damage was caused to the dress on account of this) but rather than working with a fashion designer to come up with a fresh new interpretation of the same concept, she just went "yeah I'm gonna wear the exact dress", in what many interpreted as a disrespectful power move to artificially put herself on the same level of prestige as Monroe. But she still isn't on that level of prestige and it speaks volumes that she thought carving out her own legacy would be as simple as just taking someone else's. The wolf wore the sheep's clothing with the intent to fool the sheep, but it was still a wolf.

But okay okay, WHAT does this have to do with Lore Olympus?

Well, Rachel released a new interview clip.

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I will say, these seem to have all been recorded at once probably when she was back at NYCC and they're probably going to be released daily leading up to the free release of the finale. Why they're hyping up the free version rather than hyping up the FastPass version that actually generates income, I have no clue, but I digress.

As always, the transcript is as follows:

"I really like looking at like, uh, vintage clothing and silhouettes that are... y'know, timeless. I mean, obviously it's really hard to future-proof work that's set in the modern setting because of course the times are gonna change, like, rapidly and there's not a lot you can do about it, but in terms of, like, fashion, there are just some silhouettes that are always going to look very classy, so... I try to put things that will not age. Like, I think there was a chapter recently where she [Persephone?] had like a very vintage Dior look which I really liked, um... and I feel like that will always look nice, like in 10 years time I'll be like, 'She looked good'. But there are some outfits which are more modern where I'm like, 'That probably won't look good in 10 years time'. But, y'know, we still got the inspired vintage Dior outfit so that's good, that's safe."

There isn't much to say about the actual transcribed text itself, but I do think it's very telling that Rachel tries to upsell her sense of fashion sense in LO when... much of it is just flat out derivative. At best she's often referencing real life people (mostly Hollywood celebrities) and at worst she's usually just grabbing stuff off Pinterest inspo boards without any consideration towards the influences or who she's putting into them.

That said, I do think she told on herself quite a bit in that final line of the interview clip - "that's good, that's safe."

I can understand wanting to play it safe in terms of knowing your limitations and not wanting to create something that would be dated in a few years.

But fashion... isn't about playing it safe. Because ultimately, how something ages in the long term isn't something that you, the artist, can control, and like many art mediums, you need to be focused on what to create next, not on how well your old art pieces still hold up in the present where they've been removed from their original context.

And I think this rings true for a lot of Lore Olympus, beyond just the fashion. It's all just a little too safe. We see it in the fashion, we see it in her uncommitted writing decisions, we see it in how often she's willing to retcon things just to write herself out of corners.

And I think that's really Rachel's biggest weakness as a creator at the end of the day. As much as she's tried to put on the persona of "screw you, I'll do what I want", her actions are always the opposite of what she says. She says that the fashion in LO is very vintage, but I can count on one hand how many outfits were actually vintage. The vast majority of them are a lot more modern, with a lot of Western influences, and sometimes with a boob window thrown in.

Case in point, the most recent outfit of Persephone wearing a practically-nude sparkle dress?

That's Rihanna's Swarovski dress that she wore in 2014.

Now, to Rachel's credit, she did find a way to personalize this to Persephone by removing the cap and giving her a rose-shaped bun, but the outfit itself is still just copied directly from Rihanna. Not only is there not a whole lot of Persephone's influence beyond her being literally made out of roses-

-but there isn't anything calling attention to the fact that this is a Greek myth retelling. And this isn't just a problem with the Swarovski dress callback, this is a problem EVERYWHERE.

And of course, that's not even touching on the fact that Hades and Hecate are forced to wear suits constantly. Because, according to Rachel, the fashion inspiration for Hades and Persephone only went as deep is "he's the groom and she's the bride"-

Rachel plays it safe by sticking purely to the inspirations she consumes from modern American media. The "modern twist" on the myths in LO is literally just "it's Greek myth but it's set in Los Angeles". She doesn't seem to want to put herself out there and actually consume Greek content any deeper than what she can find on Google, and it shows in how little Greek there is in this Greek myth comic.

There is, ironically, as I've been told by community members in ULO, a fashion collection called Persephone created by Paolo Sebastian, and in it you can see the actual Greek influences in these outfits far more than what you see in even Persephone's most visually stunning outfits:

These are dresses and yet Paolo uses them as an opportunity to tell the story of Persephone, somehow even more faithfully than an actual written adaption of The Hymn to Demeter. Because fashion, too, can tell a story - and Lore Olympus' fashion, like its writing, has no story to really tell, at least not in Rachel's hands when she's just pulling whatever she can find from what she treats as a pile of "stuff" on Google.

And that's not even getting into how the writing plays it safe much in the same way as the fashion influences and artistic choices. A good example is that S3 premiere sequence, in which Hades and Persephone are pulled away from each other so that... they can get washed down by their family and peers.

Rachel doesn't really do anything to re-contextualize this reference for the context and setting and circumstances of LO, she just goes "I liked that bath scene from Beauty and the Beast so I'm going to put it in LO."

And of course, it doesn't work as effectively as it did in Beauty and the Beast, because the whole original point of that scene was to showcase the big and scary Beast being washed down like a dog by his servants-turned-into-furniture while he stresses over how he's going to win over Belle. It's a comedic subversion, artistically by showing the ferocious beast reduced into a wet dog, but also on a narrative level by showing through his dialogue and actions how nervous he is to impress Belle because his own fate - as well as the fates of his servants - depend on her falling in love with him. He can't afford to mess this up.

But in LO, it's two naked people who we already know love each other and are committed to each other, we've already seen countless scenes of them being sweet on each other and showcasing that they're into each other, and by all accounts they've already gotten their happy ending, so it makes no sense for them to just be like "OMG SHE LIKES ME?? I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE LIKES ME!" "should I seduce him?!?!??" because this seems like a no-brainer and there's zero actual stakes riding on this the way that there was with Belle and the Beast. Plus the people washing them down aren't their servants who are in the same situation as them, they're random gods from the Pantheon whose affiliation ranges from "family" to "never even had a conversation before". One of the women washing down Persephone has literally never spoken a single line of dialogue to her; another one of them was literally dumped by her partner because he wanted Persephone more than her. Who are these people and why are they enthusiastically appearing to give her a bath? Why is Hades being given a scrub down by his own brother?

And that's really the most striking difference between inspired references and derivative ones. Undertale was a game created by a guy who was in love with retro games like Earthbound and Megaman. Stardew Valley was a game created by a guy who loved Harvest Moon and used to play it with his girlfriend. Content that's built on the foundation of another is natural and the basis of inspiration, but you have to go further with it than just going "yeah this thing existed and I'm taking it", otherwise you miss the purpose of why those inspirations were created the way they were.

And when you don't actually explore how you can re-interpret those influences and add your own voice into them, that's how you wind up writing like Rachel whose writing is about as inspired as a cheap character swap cutaway gag from Family Guy.

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Rachel's great at referencing, but that's not at all an impressive thing to do as proven by Peter Griffin. She's not at all re-contextualizing or expanding on what inspired her... but she still claims that she's exactly what she's doing because she calls Lore Olympus a "deconstruction". But her deconstruction only ever goes so far as "well what if Aphrodite left Ares for Hephaestus instead of the other way around?" and then just showing that question and never answering it or delivering on the potential of what that could cause. At best, she'll ask a "what if?" but then never actually show us the what if, it begins and ends with the question and the question itself doesn't provoke any thought deeper than "huh, yeah, that would be neat I guess." Episode's over, next scene. What if we showed that clip of Bill O'Reilly freaking out on set, but like, replaced it with Stewie Griffin and changed nothing else about it except for that? That's the joke, next scene.

I know, we're digressing hard off the fashion here, but the fashion itself is just a symptom of a much bigger problem that expands even beyond Lore Olympus - Rachel plays things way too safe. Even her responses in her interviews are painfully subdued, often resorting to the same tired answers that we've heard 823190589320 times before to the same hand-picked questions that are undoubtedly chosen ahead of time to ensure she doesn't have to answer anything too complicated. And when she does say "I have thoughts about xyz" she never actually... expresses her thoughts. She just says she does and then moves on without any further elaboration because she can't wholeheartedly commit to whatever thoughts she has going on.

Granted, I'm sure that part of that is owed to the fact that she might feel like she can't say anything while the critics are breathing down her neck. I can understand that. But it's gotten so chronic that it's now bleeding into the work itself and it's led to even more criticism of her work. Need I remind you that this is the same person who copy pasted the definition of "xenia" from a first result Google search into her comic instead of naturally writing it into the script:

Rachel played it so safe that she basically treated her own audience like kindergartners by explaining what a scene meant even after explaining it in the text:

As true as it is in fashion, writing stories and making art takes risks. That doesn't mean you have to completely throw caution to the wind, but if you don't take risks, you do yourself the disservice of writing something that can truly be called unique and special to you. If you don't use your influences wisely, if you don't analyze and re-analyze what's influenced you over the years, you're going to wind up losing a lot of subtext in those influences and missing out on the opportunity to add your own voice into the re-interpretation. Rachel does take a lot of risks in LO, but they're not calculated risks, they're not risks that actually have any meaning behind them, she's sort of just throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks, and worst of all, when it doesn't stick, she herself doesn't stick to it, she backpedals, she cowers away from the decisions she's made.

Rachel expressed her worries about depicting fashion that would become aged, but Lore Olympus is already aged through her own inability to commit to her decisions, take risks, and find her voice. It's aged itself through its poor interpretations of the myth, it's aged itself through its reliance on Tumblr tropes that have already been replaced tenfold, and it's aged itself through Rachel herself riding off the initial innovation of creating Lore Olympus and then never continuing to challenge herself or raise the bar for herself.

It proves true the discussion around why Lore Olympus became popular - at the time, it was groundbreaking, drawn in a style that we hadn't seen much of before, with fresh new takes on the myth; now, in 2024, its 'takes' feel tired and half-baked, and its art style has become a corporate-scrubbed shell of what it once was. And yet, Rachel is still rewarded for it all the same, so settling for comfortable mediocrity has become the name of the game.

Rachel may be trying as hard as the Disney life action remakes and Kim Kardashian to put herself on the same pedestal as the greats of yesteryear simply by copying what they did, but in playing it this safe and refusing to find her own voice out of the voices that influenced her, Lore Olympus isn't timeless. It's soulless.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus

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meazalykov · 1 month ago

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across the pond

lauren james x black!reader ( requested by my mutual @pinkyqil )

summary: you surprise your girlfriend at the euros final

you’ve never pulled an all-nighter in your life before, not like this anyway. sure, you’ve stayed up late cramming for exams, but this is different.

the glow of the computer screen in front of you blurs with each passing hour. your eyes feel gritty, and your fingers ache from typing, but you don’t stop. you can’t. there’s too much riding on this.

you lean back in your chair, running your hands through your thick, coiled hair, tugging lightly at the roots in frustration.

the clock on your laptop reads 3:47 am, and the words on your screen are starting to swim, but you push through. you have to. you can’t afford to let anything slip, not with how close the semester is to finishing.

not with how much pressure you’re under.

columbia isn’t forgiving when it comes to deadlines, and you knew this when you got accepted.

you also didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be to balance school and life, especially when your girlfriend is lauren james, playing at the highest level of football with chelsea and the england national team.

you check your phone for what feels like the hundredth time that night, no new messages from lauren.

the last one is still there, sitting unanswered in your text thread, where the argument escalated and left the both of you simmering in frustration.

“you don’t get it, laur. you don’t know how this feels. you’re a footballer, not a college student.”

you regret saying that the moment it you said it, but you were so tired. so frustrated with the assignments piling up and the guilt you felt for not being able to make it to london to watch lauren play in the euro final against germany.

and lauren? she had been so excited, so insistent that you come, that you be there to watch her on the biggest stage of her career.

“and you think i don’t get pressure? you think i don’t know how it feels to have people depending on me, waiting for me to perform? come on, y/n. that’s not fair.”

you can still hear her voice, quiet but sharp with disappointment, over the phone. that conversation ended hours ago, but it’s still looping in your mind, like some background track you can’t shut off.

you don’t have time to dwell on it now. you stare at the paper in front of you, force yourself to focus.

the library is quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper or the sound of someone else’s fingers tapping on a keyboard. you’re one of the few people left at this hour, the kind of student who lives in the library when finals loom.

you shift in your seat, the wooden chair creaking under your weight, and refocus on the words in front of you. you’re so close to finishing. if you can just get through these last couple of pages, you can make it.

you’ve already mapped it out in your head — finish the work, book a flight to london, and surprise lauren before the final.

it sounds simple, but it’s anything but.

the hours stretch on, but eventually, your fingers slow down, your paper complete.

relief washes over you, your muscles relaxing for the first time in what feels like days. you save your work, upload your assignments, and lean back in your chair with a long exhale.

you did it.

now comes the real test.

you grab your phone, fingers shaking slightly from exhaustion and adrenaline as you pull up your flight app.

there’s one that leaves JFK airport in three hours, direct to london, and your thumb hovers over the “book now” button for a second, before pressing it. the confirmation comes through almost immediately, and for the first time all night, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

you’re going to make it.

you quickly gather your things, tossing your laptop into your bag and making a mental note to grab some coffee before heading to the airport. as you make your way out of the library, the cool early morning air hits you, waking you up slightly as you pull your jacket tighter around yourself.

hopefully the chairs on the plane are comfortable in comfort plus, since you’ll get your overdue sleep on the plane.

your mind is racing with thoughts of lauren and the final. you’d said some things you shouldn’t have in that argument, but now you have the chance to make it right.

the cab ride to the airport is a blur, and before you know it, you’re boarding the plane, settling into your seat with a sigh. you shoot lauren a quick text — nothing too revealing, just that you’re thinking of her and you’re sorry about how the conversation ended.

you doubt she’ll reply before the final, but it’s something.

you close your eyes for a moment, trying to rest before the flight takes off. the exhaustion from the all-nighter pulls you into a light sleep, but you’re too anxious to fully relax. your mind keeps going back to the moment lauren told you about england making it to the final, how her eyes had lit up, how excited she was.

you’ve never seen her so happy, so ready for something. you didn’t want to let her down, and now, at the last minute, you’re determined to show up for her.

by the time the plane lands in london, you’re awake from sleeping on the whole flight. the moment your phone gets signal, you shoot a quick text to leah, who’s always been a good friend to both you and lauren.

“hey, i’m in london. didn’t know if you had a spare ticket? i know it’s late to ask.”

you’re not even sure if she’ll respond, she’s probably completely focused on the final, but a minute later, your phone buzzes.“

“hi!!! i got you. meet me at the stadium.”

your heart leaps, excitement flooding through you. you’re really going to make it.

when you arrive at the stadium, it’s already buzzing with energy. fans in england jerseys are everywhere, and you can feel the excitement in the air. you make your way to the designated section leah mentioned, slipping past security with the ticket she arranged for you.

you’ve never been in the friends and family section for a game this big before, and it feels surreal to be surrounded by people who are all here for their loved ones, just like you are.

the match is electric. england and germany, battling it out on the pitch in front of a roaring crowd. you feel every emotion as the game flows, biting your lip, clenching your fists every time lauren gets the ball. she’s playing brilliantly, and you’re bursting with pride.

then, chloe kelly scores. you jump to your feet, screaming along with the rest of the crowd, your heart pounding as england pulls ahead 2-1.

you can barely contain your excitement as the final whistle blows, and england are crowned champions. the stadium erupts, and you find yourself screaming again, jumping up and down with the other family members and friends of the players.

the joy in the air is palpable, infectious.

and then you see her — lauren, holding the trophy, her face a mixture of disbelief and pure happiness. you watch as she celebrates with her teammates, grinning from ear to ear, and your heart swells. this is everything she’s worked for.

as the celebrations wind down, you linger near the edge of the family section, watching as the players start making their way over to their loved ones.

lauren is laughing with leah and georgia, the trophy still in her hands, when she suddenly pauses.

“is that—”

her eyes widen as she spots you, standing just a few feet away, talking to jess. her jaw drops, and for a second, she looks like she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

you grin, waving slightly as her eyes lock onto yours.

“y/n?” lauren says, her voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

you take a step toward her, closing the gap between you as she breaks into a run, practically throwing herself into your arms.

“you’re here,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion as she pulls back to look at you, her hands cupping your face.

“there was no way i was going to miss this,” you say, grinning as you brush a curl out of her face.

her smile is blinding, and she leans in to kiss you, soft and sweet, her lips lingering on yours as the world around you fades away for a moment.

“i’m so proud of you,” you murmur against her lips, and you feel her smile grow even wider.

“i’m so happy you made it,” lauren whispers, pulling you into another hug, her arms wrapped tightly around you as the noise of the celebrations swirls around you.

and in that moment, standing there in the middle of a stadium full of thousands of people, with lauren holding onto you like you’re the only thing that matters.

you know you made the right choice. there was no way you could’ve missed this. not for anything in the world.

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thank you for the request pinky I hope you liked it :D

#lauren james #woso fanfics #woso community #woso x reader #chelsea women #lucy bronze

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thebearmage · 2 years ago

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Hiii, could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all cuddly and sleepy with his lover? the time is set in season 3 after the robe scene where he talks to his siblings and they're all eating take out.

In Their Arms

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary: Five hasn't gotten the chance to rest for 20 days. Trying to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. Now, his body seems to be catching up to him. But luckily, you are there to catch him.

Five and reader are both 18+

You sigh as hot steam fills the room. You were sitting in the sauna by yourself, wrapped in a simple towel.

Five had taken a bath before you and had even offered to share, but you wanted to be left alone for a little.

It was nothing against him, and he understood, you just needed to decompress. Process a few things.

You had crash landed in 1963 with Diego. However, when he became obsessed with saving JFK, he quickly ditched you. Much to your annoyance.

You had wandered by yourself, taking odd jobs for cash but never staying in the same place twice. You didn't have powers of your own, but that doesn't mean you weren't powerless.

Thinking back on it, you realized how fucked a lot of the shit you had to go through was. Your heart reached out to Allison, who you knew had it worse.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, taking the moments you needed to process. After a while, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went back to your room.

You had stolen a pricy necklace back in '63, which, when paired with Luther's watch, had given the group three rooms.

One had two beds, Viktor and Allison had taken that room. One room had some bunk beds and a spring mattress, the rest of the boys took that one. So, you and Five were left with a tiny room with a single bed.

Neither one of you was complaining.

When you made it back to the room, you take the robe off. Wincing a little at the few wounds you'd gotten back at The Academy.

Jamie and Slone had attacked you before realizing you were powerless. Once they did, Jamie scoffed and said you weren't worth her time, but Sloane apologized and even offered to treat your wounds.

You were both touched and insulted by Sloane's offer but knew her heart was in the right place.

You change into a loose t-shirt and shorts, gently pulling up your shirt to bandage your wound.

You heard the door open behind you and a hiss of breath.

"Shit, did you get that at the academy?"

It was Five. He quickly walked over to you and guide your hands down, helping you bandage your wound.

"Yeah," you grunt when he presses a bit too hard, "It's just a bad bruise, I'll be fine,"

"Who was it?"

"Five..." you scold, "Don't, she apologized,"

Five growls but doesn't say anything, just continues to bandage you.

After he was done, you kiss his forehead, "Thanks, baby,"

You lay down in bed as Five changes into similar clothing to yours.

Suddenly, he stops. He's got his shirt halfway on, you notice the abrupt lack of movement and look up.

"Five?"

Five sways a bit, before shaking his head and pulling the shirt over his head, "I think I need to lay down,"

He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. You slowly sit up to properly look at Five.

He looks so tired. Eyebags under his eyes, slumped posture, slow blinking. This man has been through hell and back, and it finally seemed to be catching up with him.

You hold your arms out, "Come here,"

He turns to you, "Huh?"

You smile, gently bracing yourself against the headrest, "Come here, baby.

Five blinks slowly before crawling over to you. You gently guide him into your lap, head tucked under your chin.

Five was stiff for a few moments, clearly testing to see if he liked the contact. You gently rub up and down his arms, before gently wrapping a spare blanket around him.

“Oh, baby," You coo, gently running a hand through his hair, "You take such good care of everything. The world, your family, me. But I think it's time you let yourself be taken care of,"

Five's body starts to slump onto you more. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his around your waist. He's on top of you now, but you're both comfortable.

Five sighs. You're so warm and comfortable. He doesn't want to move. Why would he move? Why would he do anything else but lay here, wrapped up protectively in your arms?

Five feels his eyelids grow heavy. Your hands continue to pet through his hair and run soothingly up and down his back. Why do anything else? Why kill? Why fight? Why push forward? Now is not the time for that.

"Looks who's struggling to stay awake," You tease softly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Five whines, hiding his face away in your chest, "Noooo, I'm fine,"

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you chuckle softly, “It’s okay, baby. You can fall asleep in my lap. I’ll hold you, all night long, just like this,”

Five hums, completely relaxing against you. You gently tilt his chin up and begin leaving kisses down his neck. Not to arouse, but rather to calm.

Five sighs in bliss

You kiss up Five's neck to his ear, “I love you,” you whisper right into his ear. You then start to gently kiss the lobe,

Five squirms a little, laughing softly, “Y-Y/N! S-stop!”

You laugh too, “Stop squirming! I’m not even kissing that hard! You’re just ticklish!”

“A-am not!” Five protests weakly. You slowly start to stop,

“Well, what if I move my lips over to your forehead,” You kiss Five's forehead,

“Then your nose,” You kiss his nose,

“Then finally, your lips,” You kiss Five's softly, trying to put all the love you feel into one kiss. You break away after a little, “I love you, baby. I love you so, so much,”

“I love you too,” Five lays back down on your chest, smiling.

“I know you do,” You purr, resuming your earlier movements, “You’ve shown me that every day. And I can never describe how thankful I am for that and for you,”

You kiss Five's head, "Now, just rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,"

Five smiles and finally lets his eyes flutter closed. He curls into you a little more, before finally drifting to sleep.

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WOO! Finally got this request done! So sorry it took so long, Anon! I'll get better at answering requests! Thanks again for the request and feel free to send more in!

#fanfic #imagines #tua five #five hargreeves x you #five hargreaves x reader #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves imagine #tua #tua fic #tua five x reader #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy season 3 #the umbrella academy

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purple-scrunchie · 10 months ago

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More Heathers Headcanons bc they're rotting my brain

Heather Chandler:

absolutely dogshit at croquet. Only plays to knock other people out

mostly Heather

*slaps roof * this blondie can fit so much anger

has a deep respect for Duke but sees too much of herself in her (and therefore as a threat) and doesn't know how to deal with that healthily

Has an older stepsister she's only met twice

They write each other letters and they're quite close

refuses to let herself or any other Heather date the football team (she says "we don't date the help")

secretly likes her friends but doesn't know how to go about telling them she loves and appreciates them as people

her love language is getting people matching earrings for their birthdays

Heather Duke:

ex dance kid (iykyk)

wrote emo poetry in 7th grade (she burned it all last year though)

queen of malicious compliance

knows a shit ton of card tricks

is not allowed to shuffle the deck on poker night

she knows what she did

queen of telling scary stories (has made Heather, Heather, and Veronica sob like little babies before)

had a photography phase too

still has loads and loads of undeveloped film left over in her closet from this

her dad used to take her fishing and she secretly still loves it

Heather McNamara:

hates swimming

hates water in general

This girl only drinks milk it's a problem

Has literally everything you could ever need in her bag

once mistook her mace for her sunscreen

never again

ex theater kid (she was really good but then got busy with cheer, which took priority because her parents said so)

used to want to be an actress

now she wants to be an equine vet so she can get paid to be a horse girl all day

Not stupid at all, just has a selective attention span

broke her arm when she got thrown off a horse in 3rd grade

Veronica Sawyer:

has all 3 Heathers in her contacts as 'Heather'

she knows what's from who based on the messages

her bag is so damn disorganized she's basically Mary Poppins

we're talking everything from extra snacks to industrial-grade superglue

wanted to get a tattoo but her parents said no

she got JD to do it for her anyway (it's a really shitty rendition of her childhood cat, JFK)

lives off peanut butter & jelly sandwiches

still falls for the toothpaste in Oreos prank

bit her nails until Heather got her that nasty anti-biting polish for her birthday last year

Jason Dean:

red sox supporter

owns a tattoo gun

owns a real gun too

and a signed baseball bat (too bad he can't read the signature)

should not own any of these items

best friends with the movie theater clerk

uses this to see so many movies for free

the definition of "I know a place"

likes to walk around in the woods

just fuck around and throw rocks and shit

He told Veronica that if he ever goes missing that's the first place she should check

#scrunchie's ramblings #heathers headcanons #heathers #heathers 1988 #heathers the musical #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #veronica sawyer #jason dean #my blorbos

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tfc-gal-pal · 29 days ago

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I was just thinking about how at the start of 1x08 Crystal is heading back to London and the boys are more or less preparing to as well. And it made me think what if they did before Esther captured them? I know she would most likely never stop looking for them and would probably go to London as well, but I think it would be a funny filler episode. Edwin and Charles get their groove back in London and Crystal goes to her parents while Esther has to take like 4 flights to get to London because she lives in freaking Port Townsend and her first flight has a long layover in JFK and then her next flight gets cancelled and then her bags with her ghost torture equipment get seized by TSA—

Anyways, I think it would be funny.

#dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detective agency #esther finch #charles rowland #edwin payne #crystal palace

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multifandomworldsposts · 1 year ago

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Day 24 of Kinktober: Saved By Superman

pairing: Clark Kent x fem!reader

warning: abduction, eating out, oral sex, unprotected sex

10 YEARS AGO (Y/N’s POV)

I’m in American History 1 and hell, the questions on our assignment is soo confusing like, when did JFK got assassinated and when did Nixon resign, like I don’t know these questions and our teacher makes no sense on what we’re learning about. Clark is in the same class and he would help me on what the questions are about and what our tests are going to have.

At some point Clark and I were study partners and thanks to him, I passed American History! Ever since then Clark and I have been friends and we would tell each other about anything about our personal lives and we would do anything together, but a lot of people from school would say that we’re dating but we’re not.

Eventually, we separate because I go to Kansas University for a photography degree, which is far away from Smallville and we lost contact with each other.

PRESENT TIME

I begin to wash my dishes and I see on my TV that there’s another unusual event happened today, of course, but I see a hero saving the person from the building, why does he looks familiar? They show the hero and it’s Clark? I never knew that he’s, Superman? What’s going on?

I drive back to my hometown, Smallville, and what’s happening? I see this figure approaching my car but it’s flying? The hell? I blackout.

I wake up at some room that I’ve never seen or been into before. I hear something or someone walking towards me, I look where I hear the noise and it’s someone in a costume.

“Who are you?” I question.

“I can ask you the same thing.” The voice said back.

I try to move around but I’m tied up with chains? I want to get the hell out of here.

“Can I at least get a name from you?” I said to the voice.

“Zod.” The voice answered.

Zod? I don’t know who that is. He walked up and I immediately realized that he went to the same high school as Clark and me, I remember he was a little weird and many kids made fun of him.

“You know who I am now?” He says.

“Now I do. Why do you want me here?” I asked.

“To get answers.” His voice changed.

“Okay? What?”

“Who is Superman?” He says.

“I don’t know, I really don’t.” I answer.

“You know! You used to be buddies with him.” He said.

“What?” I ask.

“Don’t lie to me!” He approaches to my face.

“I’m not lying.” I confess.

He backs up to give me some space. I can tell he thinks I’m still lying. He eventually went upstairs and I hear the door locking, I want to leave so fucking bad!

One day, I hear noises upstairs and I hear the door opening. Someone running downstairs and it’s Clark, he looks different than the last time I ever saw him. He releases me from the chains and I hold on to him until he flies away from the room I was in.

We arrive at some house I never seen before, it’s Clark’s house, god he changed.

He lays me down on his couch.

“Thank you for saving me.” I say.

“Anytime for a friend.” He smiles.

He gets some medicine to help the swelling and wounds on my wrists to heal.

“I never knew that you’re Superman, Clark.” I said looking at him.

“I’ve been my whole life.” He said wrapping elastic bandage on my wrists.

“You never told me that ever in high school Clark.” I say holding my hands still.

“I thought you would tell people.” He said softly.

“You know me, I would never do that in the history of our friendship Clark, you know I wouldn’t.” I confess.

He knows I’m telling the truth.

Eventually, we talked about what’s been going on in our lives recently.

“How’s your mom?” I ask.

“She talks about you still.” He says.

“She misses you.” He smiled.

“Really? I haven’t seen her in so long.” That’s so sweet.

After that conversation, we talked about other things, such as, who we dated when we separated.

“Did you ever dated anyone while I was gone?” I question.

“Never.” He replied.

“I highly doubt that Clark. A bunch of girls threw themselves at you and gave me death threats.” I said.

“I never dated anyone Y/N and I remember those death threats, I know some of them are married or still dating someone.” He smirks.

“You know I, actually had a crush on someone in high school.” I look down and look up at Clark.

“Who? Come on Y/N/N, I can see you blushing.” He says egging me on.

“You.” I gulped.

“Me? Why’s that?” He says.

“Ever since you helped me with homework and all.” I confess.

“Really? I kinda did as well." He confesses.

I blush. I can't believe this. we both had crushes on each other since we met.

He leans into kiss me, and I kiss him back. I tug on his hair but I wince by my wrists. Clark picks me up to take us to his bathroom, he sets me on the counter and starts the water from the tub, I try to take my clothes off but Clark stops me to take my clothes off instead, he picks me up again to put me in tub. The water felt so good. Clark takes his shirt off, he’s definitely changed. He comes in the tub with me and makes me get closer to him and kisses me again.

After us in the tub Clark washed me off but the blood and the dirt off my body, he takes us to his bed and lays me down on it, which is really comfortable.

“Try to get some sleep Y/N.” He says about to leave.

“Can you stay in here with me?” I say looking at where Clark is.

“If you want me to.” He asks.

“Please?” I say.

He lays down with me and I sleep instantly.

2 HOURS LATER

I wake up with a feeling in my clit, I look down to see Clark eating me out, I moan, when I did that Clark kept on eating me out but a little bit deeper, I gasp and I tug on his hair. He stops eating me out and starts to give me love bites near my clit, I scream again. I never imagined he’s this good.

After Clark eating me out, he comes up to face me and begins to fuck me, I scream again, he goes in and out of me but he goes faster. Our moans and grunts fills up in the room and skin slapping against each other. I’m so glad he saved me.

#clark kent #clark kent imagine #henry cavill #smallville #fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #clark kent smut #man of steel #dc imagine #dc vs marvel #dc comics #dc universe #dc #dc fanfic #clark kent fanfiction #clark kent fluff #dc superheroes

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toracainz · 1 year ago

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Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts Their Cakehole

Masterlist

Summary: You and Jake decide to go on a road trip.

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Swearing. Established relationships. Spoilers for Case 63. References to the boys past trauma with water. Mild miscommunication. Verbal conflict due to frustration.

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: I am not fluent by any means in Spanish so if there is anything incorrect please let me know.

A/N: beta read by the wonderful @luvpedropascal and another friend that doesn’t have a tumblr lol.

A/N: this was for a fic exchange for the anniversary of Moon Knight, but as you can see I'm kind of late lol oh well! hope you enjoy!

Translations:

Mira, amor. = Look, love. Corazón = heart Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? = My treasure, what’s up? Cariño = Dear Dios, ¿eso es todo? = God, is that all? Lo lamento…realmente. = I’m sorry…really. Amor = love mierda = fuck Se lo juro. = I swear it. Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. = Our love. Our sun, our heart. luz de mi vida = light of my life

The eerie music of the podcast played in the background as the characters spoke. A man, who was apparently a doctor, talking (though he sounded just like the patient from the earlier part of the podcast) with the confused woman, a doctor herself…from the future?

“Let’s see, ‘Case 63’. It says your name is Eliza Beatrix Knight. You were admitted at 7:22 p.m. on November 24th. You were found naked at JFK airport in one of the bathrooms in Terminal 8 with paranoid ideations and confusion. You told a curious story about the end of the world in the future—“

“But the—the future??” She definitely sounded confused and a bit distressed.

“Yes, the future.” The doctor answered.

“Oh…wait. Wait. Okay. Wh—what year is it now?”

“You don’t know what year it is?”

“What year is it?” The woman repeated, a little agitated.

“It’s 2012, Ms. Knight.”

The only sound, other than the credits of the podcast, was the droning of wheels on pavement as you and Jake headed down the road. You had nearly begged Jake to listen to the podcast after you got back on the road from the last stop. You looked over to Jake, smirking as you studied his stoic, contemplative look. He suddenly let out a huff of a laugh, shifting in the driver's seat a bit.

“What?” you asked him, a little unsure of what to make of his reaction.

“That’s like…2 hours of my life I’ll never get back.”

“What?! Oh come on, you can’t be serious. That was a good show!” You insisted, mock offense on your face (though not entirely mocked).

“Mira, amor. It was…interesting, but just not my kinda thing. I mean, the guy was just bullshitting the whole time.” He shrugged, keeping hold of the steering wheel, his other elbow propped on the ledge of the window.

“Bullshitting??? Ugh, whatever. Putting it back on your old man music. Keep listening to this and I’ll have to put you in a home soon.” You teased as you reopened the music app and started his playlist. Frank Sinatra came to life in the speakers.

“‘Old man music’? These songs are classics and timeless. So are the dance moves.” He smirked glancing over at you, seeing your pout fighting off a grin. “I know you like it when I dance with you, corazón. Don’t hear you complaining then.”

“Because I have you to distract me from it.” Looking at the map on your phone, you tried to see how much further until the next stop.

You and Jake had been planning this trip for a while, just you, him, and the open road. The only thing that wasn’t accounted for, though, was Jake’s determination to pick the music, the snacks, and the places to stop. It wasn’t too obvious at first, especially when he was pointing out some pretty fun locations to go to, but it seemed like any time you made a suggestion, he would try and convince you to do something else. It was cute, with a bit of poking and some laughs about Jake being hard-headed, but the further into this trip you got, the more it started to bother you. Looking at the map, the both of you would be arriving pretty soon at the last motel before making the last trek to the final destination on the trip “itinerary”, Antelope Canyon.

~*~*~*~

Weeks Earlier

After you had mentioned going on a road trip, Jake took it upon himself to check out potential places and possible things to do there. Nothing had been discussed in earnest yet, but Jake's (and his headmates’) curiosity got the better of them. Vegas was discussed, San Francisco, and the Rocky Mountains, among other potential options. It wasn’t until Marc suggested the Grand Canyon that things really started rolling. Jake had in his mind that the Grand Canyon, while grand was honestly boring. He hadn’t expected Steven to agree with him, so the three began to look at other locations.

That’s when they found it. Antelope Canyon. Now that was a destination.

Steven offered to do the research since he actually enjoyed reading endless pages of websites or books, but Jake insisted that he would take care of everything. Looking through hiking reservations and things to do in the area around the canyon, Jake had started to really enjoy planning it all. He just knew you’d be excited for it all.

That is…until he read an article about some of the facts about the canyon and its geography. According to the article, the canyon was prone to flooding. Seeing that word made his blood run cold and his heart begin to pound. When he noticed his hand clenched tightly into a fist he had to consciously relax it. It was fairly understandable that if it rained in the area of the canyon then of course water collected, but the part that worried him and his headmates was that it could be dry in the canyon but rain elsewhere, and the canyon could still have a flash flood. There had even been ladders installed in the canyon for people to grab onto and climb to higher ground. At first, they were wooden, but those broke all too easily. They've since been replaced with metal ladders. Plenty of people had lost their lives to this all too familiar force of nature.

Once Jake learned about this, he began looking heavily into the weather of the area and the best time to go. Planning for the driest possible month that he could and making sure the projected weather was clear as it could be. Jake’s not delusional by any means, he knows that weather can be unpredictable so far in advance, but he had to try. Jake started to check the weather religiously to make sure things would work in his favor. He wasn’t taking any chances, wasn’t going to put the system in danger, and definitely wasn’t going to pull you along with them. He wouldn’t let that happen…not again.

So it was settled. Route. Destination. Activities. And the window of time they had to arrive.

~*~*~*~

Present

You both had been talking about taking a road trip for a while now and it wasn’t until a week or so ago that the two of you started talking and planning in earnest. Jake was the one that picked the route since he insisted on driving the whole way, but to your surprise, he also picked the destination - even going as far as to look at weather reports for the times that you two would be there. That left you to pick the snacks and the fun touristy stops along the way, giant rubber band ball-type attractions, that’s what road trips are all about right? Hearing you get excited by each new place you found along Jake’s route gave him the softest and warmest smile. This was how every night was spent leading up to the trip, you and him sitting on the couch, your legs over his, or laying in bed, his arm around you and getting giggly from all the excitement, an extended trip with your partner, your Jake.

What you didn’t know, and what you’ve rarely seen, was how Jake was stealing glances at you. He wasn’t exactly the talkative one in the relationship, but he didn’t mind, not when he could just observe and admire your energy. The smile on his face was content like waking up at your own pace in a comfy, warm bed. These simple moments were what Jake enjoyed most, these mundane, everyday moments. He never asked for much and he never needed much, so when he found you and you decided that you would give him your love, well that was all he could have ever asked for.

~*~*~*~

Pulling into the motel parking lot, the silence that Jake thought was comfortable was not so for you. Stewing away at how nitpicky Jake was being, how he was nearly dictating what you both did on the trip with almost no regard to what you wanted. You knew it wasn’t because he was trying to be mean. Jake liked to have control of situations. Having control meant a certain level of safety, and that’s just how his mind worked, protecting himself, protecting the system…protecting you. What you couldn’t understand was why. What sort of danger could come from the wrong kind of chip or soda being bought at the gas station?

You both grabbed your bags from the trunk and went into the room, starting each of your nightly routines…still, in silence, save for the small T.V. that had been turned on to some local news station. Then Jake chimed in on what side of the bed he would be sleeping on. You didn’t need him to tell you. You knew he would take the side closest to the window and door, that’s the side he always took.

“I know what side you sleep on. You don’t have to tell me!” you snapped not too unkindly. Funny how the bed would be the final straw. Jake stepped out of the bathroom. He was only half undressed as he was getting ready to shower (he thought showering with you, but the tone in your voice had him second-guessing).

“Mi tesoro, ¿qué pasa? If you want to skip the shower that’s fine, babe, just say so.” He fixed you with a confused look.

“Oh? So that I can decide?”

“Cariño, what are you saying? I don’t play head games, get it out. Start making sense or I’m go–”

“This whole trip…the whole trip, you have been so picky about everything. Where we stop, where we don’t stop, what snacks to get, where to stay and almost every time I suggest something you shoot it down. If it’s not your way it’s the highway is that it?” That was one thing that you were happy for in your relationship with Jake, and it certainly took some time to get to this point. Jake was right, he didn’t like playing head games. He didn’t like the whole “you should know what’s wrong” bit. He was never fully open about his own feelings, but clear communication? He was a staunch advocate. He wanted to know what was wrong, what was right, how he could meet you in the middle, all of it.

Hearing this outburst, his muscles tensed ever so slightly, his jaw tensing more. Jake tossed his shirt on the bed as he came over to his duffel bag, grabbing his toiletries bag, and starting back into the bathroom. “I’ve been picky. Picky. Dios, ¿eso es todo? And that’s what’s got you all worked up, just because I’m picky.”

“Just because. Worked up. This was supposed to be a fun trip and it is, it was! But damn it, Jake, it’s not fun for me when you can’t let go for two seconds. Nothing’s going to happen if we stop at some honey farm or a fruit stand or a fucking huge ball of twine!” The floodgates open, as you let out the building frustration from the past couple of days. It felt good to get it out, so it wasn’t buzzing around in your head any longer. Jake had been leaning against the bathroom counter, shoulders tense and hunched as he looked at himself in the mirror. You don’t know if Marc or Steven has anything to say about your outburst, if he’s listening to them, and right now that’s the least of your concerns.

You could see his jaw flexing and clenching as the gears were turning in his head, trying to come up with something to say.

“You want me to let go? Want me to just let things happen? Fine,” he threw his hands up. “Yeah, I’ll let go as soon as you learn some restraint. Think you can handle that for one more day? Hmm? You knew what you were getting into when you looped me into whatever you want to call this relationship.” He looked at you in the reflection as he grabbed what he needed and went to finally get in the shower.

“Fine. Sounds fantastic. Maybe tomorrow you can work on getting the stick out of your ass and actually enjoy the hike instead of worrying if a lizard’s going to be within thirty feet of us. Yeah, enjoy your shower.” You huff, going and sitting on the bed to watch T.V. while you wait for your turn with the shower. Flipping through the channels didn’t produce anything worth watching so you settled on the news again. Sometimes on the trip, you and Jake would shower together, make out, actually bathe, or both, and just enjoy those little moments. That was not in the plans tonight and you weren’t even sure how the bed situation would work tonight, there being only one, probably not a lot of cuddling.

Relationships have their rocky moments, that’s to be expected to some degree, but talking to each other and coming to an understanding…maybe once you both cool off you can have a more constructive conversation. Until then, you both needed some time to let the emotions come down from their boil, maybe on the drive tomorrow you two could talk, sort things out, otherwise it was going to be a long trip back to New York.

Jake eventually got out of the shower, curls wet and slicked back, and only in his underwear. You were upset with him, so stop looking at him like that…with all his muscles and tan skin and inky curls that started to spring back from their slicked state. You tried to shake it off as you got off the bed without a word to go for your own shower. Jake watched you go and once he heard the water start he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he and his headmates tried to help come up with a way to salvage the trip. Sounds like partly cloudy days in the future.

~*~*~*~

That morning, after a not-so-pleasant night of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, though you're certain at some point in the night you could feel a strong hand gently caressing your shoulder, the two of you packed your things and got back on the road. It wasn’t much further to Antelope Canyon so the drive wasn’t terrible. It was certainly quiet though.

As Jake pulled into a parking space, he was the first to break the silence, gently grabbing your arm, stopping you as you started to get out of the car. When you look back at him it all started to flare up again. He’s stopped you from getting out of the car, decided things for you. You don’t mean to be on edge, it all just feels so raw.

“Lo lamento…realmente.” He says withdrawing his hand, holding it up to show he’s not keeping you, he only meant to get your attention, “We can talk about it on the hike, I just…I wanted to say it now. Before we get out there. I’m not expecting you to forgive me just because I said “I’m sorry”, I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, just ask Marc and Steven…” he paused, not entirely sure what else he could say. He really felt he was difficult to live with and he knew that his hypervigilance could get overbearing, but that’s something he intended to work on.

You listened to him, still feeling that boiling frustration, knowing that he meant it, he always means it. Jake clenched his fist, resting it against the gearshift trying to put the words together. “Let’s get out there…” He nodded, more to himself, gently hitting the gearshift with the side of his fist before getting out of the car to get the backpacks. While you grabbed yours Jake headed over to the information kiosk for maps, a weather radio, and to check in for the hike

~*~*~*~

It’s kind of amazing how being in a place like this could distract from the stresses you both came with. The smooth, waving walls of the canyon in those bright red and orange hues. It looks so ancient, mystical, alien, and absolutely breathtaking. You both were able to relax as you worked your way through trails, well you more than Jake who seemed to be clenching his jaw or muttering to himself (or Marc and Steven) a lot. Whatever it is they’re talking about, you hoped it wouldn't crop up into another argument, not when the hike had been going so well.

And that’s when it happened.

You suggested that you stop for a break, just to drink a little water, maybe eat a snack, take some pictures, or something, but Jake trudges ahead.

“We can go a little further, come on.” He said, pulling ahead now. It was as if the argument and his apology meant absolutely nothing to him. What in the hell was happening?! You never took Jake to go back on his apology or his word. Yes, the man would fib on occasion but he wouldn’t flat out lie like that…not to you.

“What? You have got to be kidding. After all that? For God’s sake, Jake you just couldn’t handle i,t could you? The whole hike you’ve been acting so uptight. Are you even enjoying this? This whole thing was your idea and now you have a look like someone just smelled the most gag-inducing stench.” You weren’t going to let it slide like you had in the car ride, you were going to call him out on it. This was your trip too and you wanted to go out and have fun. Which you were, but having a muttering cloud of gloom accompanying you was not helping.

Jake stopped, tilting his head back and looking to the sky, muttering more things (you couldn’t quite make it out, but it vaguely sounded like Spanish swearing), definitely a bit cloudy now but nothing too bad for now. Slowly, he lowered his head as he turned to look at you, regret clear on his face. “Amor, I swear this is the last time today…I uh, had looked up the trails online—just to be safe—I only meant…mierda…there’s a cool place up ahead. You've probably seen it in pictures, a beam of sunlight coming in…we can break there and after that…” he makes the motion of zipping his lips, tossing away the key, and holding up his hands in surrender.

Well, that was…unexpected. The worst part was, it was a good idea. With a huff you crossed your arms, contemplating the options and the fact that he really did mean what he said…he was trying, but you were still frustrated, and maybe(?) going to this special place meant that the whole rest of the time Jake would just lighten up and you could actually contribute to the trip.

“Fine. Yeah, fine, let’s go to this “cool place” and we’ll take a break there.” You shook your head, conceding. “But after that, you have to let me have some say, Jake—“

“I will. Se lo juro. Just thought you would like it and taking a break there you can take it all in like you do.”

He stood there waiting for you to rejoin the hike. Thankfully the place wasn’t much further, just as he said, and you looked around in awe at how nature could make such enchanting views. You were enjoying it and taking it all in, just as he said.

You both started to take off your backpacks, taking out a blanket and some snacks and drinks for the little makeshift rest stop this little place was about to become. The thing that was most mesmerizing was the beam of light in question, and yet again, he was right. You stood there drinking your water watching this marvel of nature, this beam of light so precise and almost like a sspotlight The sunlight almost looked tangible, so letting the inner kid in you come out for a little fun, you stuck your hand into the sunlight. That wonderful, imaginative part of you almost expected to feel it, well feel something other than the warmth it brought. Like it should have been hard like a stone column or fluid yet weighty like a stream or waterfall.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you. This is a really cool place to rest for a bit. Sorry for blowing up like that again. If you know any more places like this we should stop at, let’s make a plan okay? Together. We’re supposed to be enjoying the hike right? Just like you s—“

When you turned to look at him, you were met with a sight that that imaginative part of you was absolutely not expecting.

Jake.

Down.

On one knee.

Holding a small, velvet-covered box.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just gaped at the sight. Nerves were clear on his face as he opened the little box.

“Nuestro amor. Nuestro sol. Nuestro corazón. I know now that I wasn't being fair to you on this trip and I truly am sorry. You’ve put up with me, with Marc, and Steven when we were absolutely not the easiest to put up with. You accepted us, all of us, and everything that comes with being with someone like us…and we couldn’t be more thankful to have such a patient, loving, and strong partner. Because God knows you have to be strong to have to deal with three grown man-children.” Jake chuckles breathily, hoping the joke would help his nerves (it didn’t), not until he heard you chuckle too. The corner of his mouth quirks slightly, letting that little moment of levity give him the breathing room for what was about to come next.

“Will you marry us?”

You stood there still stunned, but now tears were trickling down your cheeks. Yeah, there was a lot to deal with, mostly due to their collective tempers and vastly different ways of doing things among other quirks…but you weren’t perfect, not by a long shot. There were plenty of things you did or said that they had to put up with too. But that’s the beauty of it, right? People are flawed. They mess up. They find someone to love them and they grow together…to work at being together, because it’s not easy, nothing in life is ever easy…but loving them…even after every argument, disagreement, or misplaced frustration…that was easy. How could you not?

You stepped closer to Jake. The last of the system that you met and once you had, everything just felt complete. Now, here he was before you, on behalf of himself and his headmates, asking you to love them for the rest of their lives. And you said yes…how could you not? You said yes again, nodding your head as he came to his feet, a nervous smirk blooming into an ecstatic grin as he plucked the ring from its box and slipped it on your finger.

It was a simple silver band with three diamonds set into it…one for each of them. You held up your trembling hand to admire it, your heart thrumming with what it represented. Looking at Jake, you wrapped your arms around him, as he did the same to you, your lips meeting each other. So much love and passion shared between you. It felt too soon when you both pulled away to catch your breath. When you looked into his eyes you saw his own tears threatening to slip away and down his cheeks, and you also saw the tenderness and deep love that he and his headmates shared for you.

After another kiss (and another), you both stand there in the beauty of the moment.

“I love you,” you finally say.

“I love you too, luz de mi vida. Like you wouldn’t believe. So much, that I made sure to plan as much of the trip as I could to try and make it memorable…turns out I made it exhausting and should have just had you help plan it.” Jake couldn’t wipe the smile from his face if he tried, you said yes and now you had the rest of your lives to plan more trips.

“Definitely should have consulted me. I have a keen sense for adventure, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And we have plenty of time to plan trips, annoy each other, love each other…and on the ride back, we will be having the best adventure.” You smile wide before Jake leans in, giving you another kiss which you happily reciprocate.

“I can’t wait.”

A/N: Antelope Canyon has a tendency to flood. This can apparently happen even if the rain occurred miles away. The boys were not only nervous about the proposal but also flooding, hence the weather research, monitoring, and radio.

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ladylooch · 8 days ago

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Bones - Part 5 - [Mack x David]

A/N: I want to say big, huge thank you to @wardlow and @casualhilarity for being so supportive and kind when I asked them if they would read the first 5 chapters of the series for me. I was really struggling on if this was good, flowing, made sense etc. Both of you showed up for me, even though you're so busy, and gave great feedback! I love you soooo much! A million forehead smooches to you! I could not have gotten through these first few parts without you both 💜

& I have to shout out my favorite little sister, @missjomarch. Part of this angst was your idea in the making. You little writer you 😘 I love you! Thank you for dreaming about these two with me.

Okay, now, without further ado.... let's get into it 🔥

Word Count: 5.0k

Silence.

Not even the hum of the refrigerator or a chirping bird to break it. It’s too heavy, blanketed in fresh snow and the stillness of the morning after a big storm.

Inside her family’s cabin, Mack slowly brings a cup of fresh, hot coffee to her lips. She stares out the window, ignoring her blurry reflection in the glass. The pines are practically bent in half from all the snow the area has seen this winter. Normally, she may have been hesitant about driving into the Alps alone in these conditions, but nothing about now is normal.

Mack shakes her head, trying not to think about the circumstances that brought her here. Or how she walked into JFK three days ago with a ticket bound for Ireland, but didn’t get on that plane. Instead she transferred it to a one way ticket to Zurich then rented a car to get up here without disturbing her parents. Although with the security cameras on the cabin, they know she is here.

Everything okay? Her mom had texted her.

Yeah. Just need a break and some solitude.

Okay. Love you 😘

One corner of the blanket across her shoulders falls down to her elbow. Mack grabs it, putting it back into place and curling more into herself. Nothing about the cabin is cold. It’s modern and fancy with high end heating elements, but it is no match for the chill of a broken heart.

A lump forms in Mack’s throat.

What the hell did she do?

She should call him. She should apologize immediately, but her limbs and fingers won’t move. They won’t grab the phone to her left and press his name to ring across the world. The muscles of her face can’t possibly move her mouth, and her brain is blank for the words she should say to him.

But Mack knows exactly what happened, an 8 hour plane ride helped her quickly realize it.

She got scared. Plain and simple.

It was too good. All of it. To the point that the darkness in the corners of her brain lured her into the comforting old habit of being the one who cares less. Her deep seeded beliefs that she doesn’t need anyone to live on this earth. Survival depends on your ability to exist alone and she could feel herself depending on him.

She broke all of her rules for him- she dated him, fell in love with him, spent weeks on his farm, turned down assignments. Then the trade rumors swirled and he acted like they didn’t exist when her whole world was turned upside down with the what ifs. What if he left New York? What would she do? But David's silence made it seem so simple. She would go with him. And when it came to the next steps he was starting to talk about, and want, Mack couldn’t do it. She liked the way things were and him wanting more is a need Mack doesn’t believe she can provide for him.

Because he deserves so much better than this. Wasn’t that what she was trying to show him by leaving? Look at how much better your life is when I’m not in it. Simple. No one running across the world, chasing after who knows what. He deserved someone who would follow him anywhere and put roots down. That’s not her.

It can’t be her.

But when he came barreling into his apartment, looking at her like she was shredding his hearts to pieces, she almost faltered. She almost stayed. And that reaction scared her more than anything else did. It was a blimp, but she could see herself in Seattle or fucking Dallas. For him. But what is in those cities for her? Is that who she is now?

No.

No matter how much she loves him, she can’t do it this way.

Mack jolts up from the chair, shaking away these thoughts. She is done with this merry-go-round of nothing. She has work to do.

Later in the morning, Mack is deep in rewriting her next piece for the magazine when a loud pop jolts her away from her computer screen. She smacks her ankle on the leg of the table, yowling out in pain. Then she whips her head towards the front door where the sound came from. She glares in frustration until the reality of how alone she really is out here settles in. What was that? She gets up, tiptoeing over towards the door with her blanket flowing like a cape behind her. She looks out at the U shaped drive way, seeing her dad pulling out a Louis Vuitton duffle bag from his shiny Mercedes.

Mack’s grip on the blanket tightens.

Her mom did not believe her. If she did, she wouldn’t have sent in the big guns.

Mack sighs, then unlocks the door, opening it for her dad as he steps on the porch.

“Mom sent me.” He shrugs then greets her with a hug. “But also I wanted to come. Lucie called.”

Lucie. Fuck. In Mack’s haste to leave New York, and David, she didn’t think about her older sister. David must have told her. Guilt pierces her thoughts again. Lucie is going to be so angry with her. Connor too. This is why she should have never started down this road to begin with.

“Oh.” Mack responds blankly to her dad.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Her dad assures her. Mack nods in agreement, looking down as a sting fills her eyes.

Nico walks into the cabin behind her, setting his duffle bag on the couch. Mack touches two fingers to the corners of her eyes, collecting the wetness there discreetly.

“Um, there is still coffee in the carafe over there.”

“No, thanks. I got some on the drive up.”

Mack nods, then pads over to the chair in the living room. Her dad takes the couch, stretching out his long legs onto the coffee table. He crosses his feet at his ankles, then laces his fingers at the back of his head.

“How is work?” Mack shrugs. Probably not good considering she didn’t get onto the flight she agreed to be on. She did text Sonja that a family emergency was calling her home to Switzerland and received an instant response for her to take all the time she needed. “Lucie seemed to think you were going to Ireland?”

“I was.” Mack acknowledges. She reaches up to her nose, scratching a non-existent itch to avoid his gaze.

“Ah, she is a true Swiss girl. She traded luck for snow.” He chuckles. Mack smiles at his corny attempt to make her laugh, then curls her legs tighter up onto the chair. She swallows hard, looking at the fireplace embers blackened from last night's fire.

“I just… couldn’t go.” She whispers. Her bottom lip is scraped into her mouth by her top teeth before she sighs. She meets his patient gaze again. “What did Lucie tell you?” Mack asks. His arms cross over his chest.

“That you left for Ireland on an assignment after breaking things off with David.” Mack drops her gaze back to the cream carpet. “Is that true?” Mack nods. “I’m sorry, sweets.” He murmurs. “Will you tell me what happened?”

Shame fills Mack’s throat as she assumes her dad means ‘what did David do?' Because nothing. All he did was fall in love with a scared and timid woman, who ran at the first real sign of trouble. How can she tell her dad the truth? How could he not be extremely disappointed in her?

“I fucked up.” She chokes through a sob. Her bottom lip trembles like the breath she sucks in. This admission surprises her as much as her father who raises his thick eyebrows. She begins to pant heavily, trying to suck in big breaths to stop crying. “He is perfect and I am a mess.”

“Mack, you are the furthest thing from a mess.” He assures her. He opens his right arm out towards the empty couch cushion next to him. Mack gets up and folds herself into his body, sighing into his chest as more tears fall down her face.

“He’s never going to forgive me for this. He shouldn’t. I deserve whatever happens after this.” Mack closes her eyes, letting herself be comforted by her dad’s hands wrapping around her back. She sniffs. “I got scared. It all felt so good. So perfect. And this monster inside of me flipped the table when rumors started about him being traded. He never told me anything about them, but kept like making plans for us and this wasn’t supposed to be anything like what it was. We were just supposed to…” She trails off.

“Hang out?” Her dad fills in.

“Yeah.”

“Baby, nothing about what mama and I saw when we were in New York was hanging out.” He rubs her back comfortingly. “You are in love with each other. I can’t imagine that all could have blown up in a few weeks, or because of some rumors.”

“No, it didn’t.” She shakes her head. “I wrapped dynamite around it and blew it up instead because I don’t know how to be in love like that. And I don’t think I wanna be.”

“You don’t want to be with someone who loves you? Mack?”

Mack pauses, then pulls away to look at his face.

“What?”

“You don’t know how to be in love like that, so you blew it up because you don’t want to be in love?” He rephrases. Mack still looks confused. Is her reasoning that wild or does she not understand what he is saying? “Did you talk to David about any of this before you strapped the dynamite to it?”

“No.” She shakes her head. Bigger tears fill her eyes. “Why do you make it sound so simple?”

“Because I’ve been in love with your mom for almost 30 years. I’ve had some practice.” He removes a slice of hair from her wet cheek. “Don’t beat yourself up. You’ll figure out more of this as you go through life with him.” Mack’s bottom lip wobbles.

“No. He’s… never going to forgive me. You didn’t see his face. He tried to talk to me. He tried to save us and I wouldn’t let him.”

“Sweets, this all comes down to a simple conversation. Get on the same page. If you don’t want to move if he gets traded, say that. Or if you want to go with him, say that. Give him the opportunity to meet you where you are, so you can grow together into the next stage.”

“He deserves better than someone who is unsure.”

“You don’t get to decide that for him.” His reminder is gentle but deeply true. “He does.” Mack nods, looking down at where her tears have splotched into his gray sweatshirt. “You do get to decide for yourself if this is what you need though. It’s okay if he is perfect, and loves you the way that you deserve, and you still don’t want it right now.” Mack starts to cry again, shaking her head no.

“No I really, really, really want it. I love him and all I did was hurt us both.”

Nico pulls her back into his chest again becoming the safe space she needs to feel everything catch up with her. It’s long, painful sobs that threaten the collapse of her chest. When her tears dry on her cheeks, and her body stops quivering from emotion, her and Nico sit in the same silence that was here before he arrived. Light snow begins to fall outside again and they both watch the flakes settle into the white ground from their perch.

The only thing Mack can think about is how badly she wishes David was the one holding her right now.

Mack sniffs, wiping at her nose with her thumb.

“I’m going to go back.” She nods. “Face whatever is waiting for me there.”

If she doesn’t try to fix this, she’ll never have him again. She owes it to herself, and to him, to try.

“I like that choice.” Her dad smiles gently, squeezing her tighter to his chest for a moment. It’s almost like he is trying to imprint this moment into his skin. “Maybe we could go back home though? Spend some time with mama? I know she would love to get her hands on you too.”

Mack smiles through her leftover tears and nods.

Going home is exactly what she needs.

- - - & - - -

Back in New York 10 days later, Mack sits on the familiar espresso brown couch in David’s living room. The leather is cool beneath her leggings as falling snow drifts down in icy, zigzag swirls through the black night.

20 minutes.

In 20 minutes, David should walk through that apartment door.

Butterflies dive in Mack’s stomach, threatening to send her to the bathroom to spill the contents of her light dinner. She ate a salad from the market down the street, but half of it is discarded in the kitchen trash. Every time she started to chew the limp greens, her mouth filled with saliva while her stomach twisted painfully. She can’t remember a time she was this nervous, especially about David.

Mack brings her hands up to her hair, collecting the long brown strands into a pony tail at the top of her head. She sighs heavily, checking her phone again. Only a minute has passed. She calculates the exact timing she thinks she can expect David from the airport. The team has been on a road trip since right after she fled the city. His plane already touched down from what Mack could track off the itinerary he had forwarded to her before their demise.

Her arrival in New York is planned, though later than she really wanted it to be. David left not long after she did for a road trip. The thought of returning home and him not being here made it too painful. So Mack hung around Switzerland with her parents. She visited Sophie at school, who clearly knew not to ask about David. She drank way too much German beer and ate too many baked goods. In the midst of all that, she thought about David the entire time. During those long days, Mack had held her phone in her hand so many times to call him, but each time doubt had her closing out the phone app before she could, especially when he never called her. Silly of her to expect that, she knows, but it felt like more confirmation of her consequences.

Mack inhales nervously when she hears the key in the lock. She looks towards the door, watching the lock flip, then the door handle turn. She stays sitting cross legged on the couch as he opens the door. He walks in wearing black dress pants and coat, a white shirt and a dark gray tie loosened from around his throat. He wheels in his black, hard cover luggage with his duffle bag on top.

He is looking down at his hand where he juggles his keys, wallet and phone. The phone screen has lit up against his fingers and she can see it’s the same picture of them from Christmas morning a few weeks ago. She is silent as he walks over to the bowl on the skinny entry room table that collects his things. There, he sees her purse resting too. Next to it, he finds her corn cob key chain in the bowl. He stares at it, then looks over his shoulder to where she is on the couch.

Tears blur him as her throat swells with a lump. She practiced this moment at least fifty times on the long plane ride over here. But now that he is in front of her, Mack can’t find the will to speak. He looks tired and worn out- exhausted even- as his green eyes soak her in like dry land after a steady rain. And the words that Mack came up with on the plane don’t seem like enough. There is nothing she can say to him to make up for what she’s done to them.

“Hi baby.” He greets her tenderly.

“Oh.” She croaks out.

Mack covers her face with her hands and collapses forward, immediately sobbing. She hears the clattering of items into porcelain and the roll of a bag being placed off to the side. Then she feels the big hands of her man wrap around her body. They lift her easily into his lap as David settles himself into the couch cushion behind him. One hand is wrapped around her hips, pressing her into him while the other cradles her head to his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” She sobs.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!!!” She wails.

“It is. Because you’re here now. You came home to me. Nothing else matters.” Mack fists the lapels of his coat, breathing him in, letting him take over her senses. She has been back in New York for hours, but now she is home.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers again, shaking in his embrace from both remorse and relief.

"I know. You got scared."

“Damn it, don’t be so understanding.” He’s totally already forgiven her. Mack can feel it in his touch that the second he saw her it was all resolved.

"We're okay, honey.” Mack winds her fingers up his chest to his neck, tangling in the hair at the base. David turns, kissing her forehead. Mack focuses on his lips plumped on her skin, willing herself to say some of the words she thought of on the plane.

“You’re right. I was really scared and I freaked out.” She inhales deeply, trying to stop the croaking of her voice so she can speak clearly. “I should have told you that. You would have understood.”

“Yeah.” He acknowledges then grabs her chin so her face is primed for him to kiss. It’s achingly beautiful and brimmed with love. Their greedy lips soak up the taste of their lovers without the desire to pull apart for air. Mack’s tongue laps at David’s as she hoists herself closer to him. His palms press harder into her until not even lint could slide between their bodies. When they pull apart, David groans in relief.

“I went home.” Mack blurts, suddenly finding her voice.

“I know. Lucie told me.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t.” His lips purse and he laughs a bit.

“I knew you wouldn’t. You were long gone the second that door shut behind you.”

“I-"

“Baby, we can talk in the morning, but I am dead tired right now. Just come to bed with me.”

Mack would do anything he asked of her right now, as long as they are doing it together.

In bed, after stripping naked and collapsing into each other’s arms, David’s hands run down her back to her ass. He pulls her flush with him then uses her cheeks to raise her left breast to his lips. He sucks her deep into his mouth as a few fingers slide against her entrance from behind.

Too tired to talk, but never too tired to make love to her.

His lips work them both up into a state of arousal that needs to be cured. Between their bodies, Mack reaches for his thick cock, rubbing it through her slit as he continues to play with her nipples- one in his mouth and the other pinched by two fingers.

“Mmm.” She grunts, then bites her lip as she pushes just his swollen head inside of her. David breaks away, needing to see her face as she fills herself with him.

“Perfect.” He compliments her quietly as she takes him without resistance. “My perfect fucking girl.” He nips at her breast, then maneuvers himself into place. His hips give her slow, deep thrusts.

His mouth collects her moans as he makes her come undone on his cock, like it’s like the first time all over again.

He spills into her greedily, marking her neck when he does.

Then they fall asleep curled deeper into each other than they’ve ever been before.

- - - & - - -

The next morning, a car alarm jolts Mack and David awake at the same time. David squeezes Mack tighter to him, lifting his head to pinpoint the noise. When he registers the alarm, he loosens his grip. Mack slowly opens her eyes, glancing up at him. All she can see is the underside of his chin. She runs her eyes along the waves of his growing out stubble, then tilts up to kiss along a particularly swirly patch. David hums beneath her lips. It isn’t long before David’s fingers running along her back have her falling back to sleep. When she wakes again, David is gone but the sounds of him rummaging in the kitchen float into the bedroom.

Mack pads out to join him after doing her morning routine of skin care and brushing her teeth. She stretches her arms above her head, swaying left and right to force the stretch further down her back. David looks over his shoulder, smiling at her. Mack bites her lip, taking in the deep groves of his muscular shoulders as his arms filter through his pantry.

“We should talk.” Mack murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. She puts her forearms on the counter, folding her hands together.

“About what?” He asks, taking out a box of pre-made mix for waffles or pancakes. Mack stills. Is he serious?

“About me… leaving.”

“You’re back though?” He scratches at his nose, flipping the box to the back and reading the directions. “Do I have eggs?” He murmurs to himself, moving towards the fridge. He pops the doors open. “I do.” He grins back at her, wiggling his eyebrows. “Do you want waffles or pancakes?”

Mack sucks her cheeks in as he begins to bring out bowls, a whisk and measuring cups. With intention, she pushes off from the counter and comes to intercept him before he can get to the fridge for water.

“What?” He chuckles as she weaves her arms around his waist.

“I don’t want waffles or pancakes. I want us to talk about me leaving.” David stills, eyes finding hers and tracing the brown irises.

“Okay.” He sets the measuring cups behind her on the counter. His hands collect on her lower back and he waits expectantly.

“I feel like you don’t want to?”

“No, not really. It’s over, ya know? You’re here.”

“Right but…” Mack trails off, staring at him, trying to find the words. She inhales to start, then stops again, clearing her throat. “I left you…” Surprisingly, David chuckles genuinely.

“Baby, you ran away from a lot of things, but you came back for me.” She stares at him. “Right?” Mack nods. “Then, again, I don’t know what else we have to talk about here.”

“I’m scared if we don’t talk more about this that it’s going to leave a big crack in our foundation.” She shakes her head slightly, looking away.

“If you’ve got things you feel you need to say to me, go ahead. I just want you to know, before you even start, that from my perspective, everything is okay. Now and in the future.” Mack pauses, considering, then she nervously chews on her bottom lip. She swallows hard, tilting her head down to look at the hairs in the middle of his chest. He trimmed them recently, probably right after she left. She brings a hand up, stroking his pecs.

“I got scared.” She mumbles then forces her teeth into her bottom lip again to stop from crying. “I got scared that some organization’s decision could wreck my whole life. I still don’t think I’m cut out for relationships, but I love you so much, it’s like there is nothing I wouldn’t try for you. That scared me too. That I want to be here in New York. That I don’t want to go on long assignments that take me away from here for weeks at a time. That I feel this pull to come home when New York was never supposed to be home for me.”

“You’ve changed everything for me.” She continues. “Not because you asked for it to change or forced me into anything. It’s just happened. And I woke up a few weeks ago with all this news and chatter and you wouldn’t talk to me and…” He brushes his thumbs under her eyes to collect her tears. “That wasn’t wrong of you, but suddenly I was thinking about moving to Dallas with you. And getting a place together because that makes more sense than having two places, if I was going to move to another state with you. And do they have an international airport close by? Or do I have to do multiple flights and it was too much. My life no longer was mine. It was completely consumed by someone else.”

David says nothing, but his eyebrows pull tight together. His hands grip her hips harder, pulling her in more so they’re completely pressed together.

“I was in fight or flight. And I told myself that you deserved so much better than this. So much better than someone who had one foot out the door the first time something goes wrong. So the old habits that die hard, hit harder than ever before, and I was packing my bag the second you left for lunch with Connor. I felt like I was drowning and exploding all at the same time. I couldn’t stop the spiral to think about who that person was that had filled my life up. Or rationalize with myself about how lonely and unhappy I was before you. You have changed everything, but it’s been for the better.” She closes her eyes, letting the tears stream down for him to catch again.

“When you came home while I was packing…” She shudders, trying not to sob. “I anticipated you would do so many things, but not that you would tell me to go. It was like I wanted you to tell me to stay, but then you told me to go. And I’m stubborn as hell so I did.”

“Mack, I couldn’t ask you to stay. I need things too and I needed you to stay without me telling you to. I won’t hold you back. I won’t tether you down or clip your wings. You are free to choose. And when you came back last night, you choose me. That’s all I need to move past all this. I just hope you keep choosing me… Forever.”

It’s the boldest David has ever been with his plans for them. Forever. Mack gnaws her bottom lip, causing it to plump and redden.

“Forever?” She repeats.

“Mhm.” He mumbles into her lips. He kisses her deeply, fusing her lips with his until she has to gasp for another breath. “You gonna run if I let go of you?” The deep smirk on his lips makes her understand he is joking.

“No!” She laughs, slapping his chest. “God, of course you’re already joking about this.” He runs a hand down her hip to her ass, giving it a healthy squeeze. He levels her with a serious stare, then kisses her again.

��Waffles or pancakes?”

“Waffles.” She decides immediately.

“Chocolate chips or strawberries?”

“Both?”

“Yessss. I was hoping you would say that.” He kisses her nose, then releases her to grab the other two ingredients. “Hey, we are going to Connor and Lucie’s tonight for dinner.” Mack stares back at David with an anxious, wide-eyed expression.

“I haven’t talked to Lucie yet.” She admits. That is definitely a conversation she is still avoiding.

“Nice.” David chuckles. “What could possibly go wrong?”

- - - & - - -

“Heeeee-YAH! MACK!” Lucie’s smile fades instantly when she sees her younger sister. “Nice.” She snaps at her, crossing her arms and blocking the doorway.

“I saw mom and dad in Switzerland. They say hi… I-I have chocolate for Stell!” Mack tries to smooth her sister’s angry scowl immediately.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lucie snarls in Swiss German. “Get in here.” She wraps a hand around her wrist then tugs her into a hug. “You scared the shit out of me and I’m fucking pregnant!”

“I’m sorry, Luc.” Mack closes her eyes, squeezing her older sister tightly. The pregnancy is not a surprise at all to her considering last time she saw Lucie. “Congratulations. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You hurt him.” Mack nods then steps out from their hug.

“I know.” Mack whispers back. Lucie sighs, then steps around her to hug David.

“Go easy on my girl, Luc.” David murmurs to Lucie but looks at Mack while he says it.

“Welcome home, Mack.” Connor murmurs from behind her. He tosses an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. Mack looks up at him. “You two good?” He motions between her and David. They both nod. “Then this group is good too.” He says decidedly. “Now tell me about this chocolate you brought for Stell. She has a dad tax to pay, even on gifts.”

They all laugh then move further into the apartment. Lucie and Connor go back into the kitchen together. Mack knows her and Lucie will discuss more later, when it's just the two of them. She'll cross that bridge when they get there.

David puts a hand on the small of Mack’s back to guide her into the living room. Stella is bouncing between various activities in the living room, but stops everything and dives at Mack for a hug. Mack smooches her cheeks, then allows her past to David.

“What are we playing tonight, Stelly?” He asks her.

Mack knows exactly why she ran.

But this right here, is exactly why she never will again.

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chowplanet · 1 month ago

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I usually try not to rant here, but right now, I'm fuming all because dumb people think Prince Harry is not King Charles' son. Now I'm seeing people don't think JFK jr was JFK's son. Mind you JFK jr looks like his father JFK sr. when he was a toddler. If you look at junior's toddler photos you could see he has jfk's eyebrows and nose. It all changed up once he got older. Jfk jr natural hair color is not even that dark to be Onassis guy or the Gianni A.'s child. His natural color hair looks a bit dark brown hair and light brown hair. It even looks like it got some blonde in it. We all know JFK's natural color hair was mixed between brown and red hair. JFK Jr's mouth area resembles JFK's. Those two both have lazy eyes as well and the same eyes shaped. His teeth are also similar to his dad. Also the hairline and forehead area have a striking resemblance. Junior's body shape looks like his father’s. Only thing is junior worked put more. JFK couldn't work out a lot due to his back injuries. Both the father and the son have the same ears and head shape. Junior's face is a bit longer, but it is similar to his uncles Ted Kennedy and Joe Kennedy jr and his grandfather Joe Kennedy sr. He also looks like his grandfather Jackie's father. I know you guys are questioning how did JFK jr came out looking a little darker compare to his father. It is because Jackie and her paternal side of the family are dark. When both him and his sister Caroline were teenagers their facial structure were very similar. JFK himself appearances changed through out the years before he got assassinated. He was on multiple medications due to his injuries and his sickness. So one of the side effects made his face look bloated and his eyes Puffy looking. You have to go by his photos from when he was in his teens, 20s, and 30s to see a difference. Also RFK, JFK, RFK jr, JFK, and JFK's grandson all have this hair chest trail that goes all the way down to their belly button. So my point is here. Stop the bullcr*p. Stop making it seem Jackie was some kind of a "thot" that was hooking up with random while she was married to JFK. That Onassis guy was a short guy. JFK jr is tall just like his dad JFK. So again quit the bullcr*p.

I also want you guys to stop playing on Princess Diana's name while she is still dead. Prince Harry does not look nothing like that bodyguard y'all claim to be his real daddy. They don't even have the same facial structure. The only thing they have in common is the red hair, but Diana's brother is a redhead and Prince Phillip, Harry's grandfather was a red head. Prince Harry looks like his grandfather if you search young Prince Phillip's photos. As Harry is getting older he looks exactly like his father Charles. Those two even have the same "eyes to close" in the center of their faces. I can not believe people can not see the resemblance. Leave the Kennedys alone. They have been through enough.

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unabashedmoonlight · 4 months ago

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Ranking favourite comic characters

Winner: Allison Hargreeves

Purple Hair. Can manipulate reality. Five calls her omnipotent. Might have altered reality to become the most beautiful girl in the world. Lost custody of her daughter and fought with her husband to be able to give her a dollhouse. Messy. Definitely did alter reality when she was 29 and made it one where Luther had wanted to kiss her since they were 12 to ensure that he saves her on this mission (I need to go back to my daughter, keep me safe). Seems to actually like him that way. (Fuck you Reginald.) Problematic. Was almost cannibalised as a child. As a teenager, watched her clone getting brutally murdered by the serial killer her dad hired because she dared to sneak out to date. She definitely was the target. Drags a paralysed Viktor (hasn't transitioned yet in comics but still) by his wheelchair to show him the damage he caused because he had lost his memories. Loses her powers/voice for a good while. Grace definitely thinks she is fake, indirectly calls her out often. Has a bonding experience with a now memory-less Viktor. Tries to fix things.

HANDS DOWN HER DALLAS ARC.

Her and Klaus' sibling bond>>

Glimpse: She was the only person he called back home after getting kicked out in ylld to tell her how delicious the snacks outside were and that she should definitely try them.

Says "Darling, I am a haunted house" to a random shopkeeper when he is scared due to her using her powers to summon a random item in his shop. As emo as Gerard.

POSES AS JFK'S WIFE AND EXPLODES HIS HEAD USING HER POWERS.

Was willing to let Five's mother get killed before giving birth to him (commission shenanigans) until she found out Luther and Five are twins.

#tua #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #tua comics #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #grace hargreeves #tua meta

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bluetomorrows · 1 year ago

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Clone High: It's About the Contrast

Something I've seen a lot of is Clone High S2 redesigns. People taking the new characters of S2 of Clone High and changing the designs, usually cause they don't like what we did get. Some of these are neat. I saw one that tries to combine their new designs with their S1 designs from when these characters were incidentals. A lot of them seem to take the personality out of the design. Most of them look hard to animate, but that isn't the point I'm trying to make.

People seem to really dislike these new designs. There are valid design reasons (some are a bit overdesigned, and they definitely clash with the S1 designs) but it just seems people are mad at them in concept. Especially Harriet Tubman. How could they turn Harriet Tubman into... this?

It's outrageous! And yeah, it is. It's supposed to be. That's the joke. In the 20 years since Season 1, the Clone High Fandom has grown and shipped and gossiped and a lot of people have forgotten that the incongruity of the characters is part of the joke. Joan of Arc was not in fact a goth girl who constantly thirsts over tall men. The same goes for several other characters.

Harriet Tubman isn't Harriet Tubman. She shares her DNA but she is decidedly a different person. That's the point of Clone High, the show is less about historical figures interacting in a high school setting and more about how these people might be if they were raised under different circumstances. Ideologically, Clone High is an argument against great man theory.

Gandhi changed the world. But when he isn't born and raised in British controlled India under very specific circumstances, he's just some guy. The same goes for Cleopatra, JFK, Joan of Arc,, Jesus Christ, and yes, even Confucius, Frida Kahlo, and Harriet Tubman. It's circumstances that create people, not people making the circumstances.

Imagine if you had the chance to have a conversation with the real Harriet Tubman. What do you think she would say? How would she act? I'm sure she'd probably be an interesting and nice person, but she wouldn't be a character fit for a wacky animated sitcom. You don't really expect former slaves to be bubbly like that.

It both literally and metaphorically takes the basic DNA of these figures and subverts and modifies their existence through modern society, or rather the tropes of teen dramas. Not just asking what would happen if these people were in high school but if they were ordinary people. Instead of being a hero whose life is in danger, Harriet Tubman is a girl who gossips and whose biggest worry is becoming a basic bitch.

Look at the S2 finale. The board of shadowy figures have assembled their great men and put them in competition. They'll weed out the best of the best to become the great men of the future. And out of about 100 clones, only one actually makes it to the end. Everyone else fails. The one clone who does make it, Joan, is born again into extreme circumstances. Being left for dead by her friends and suffering a psychic break. There is no such thing as great men, just extraordinary situations.

I think this theme of subverting these legendary figures is something that should be kept in mind when talking about the show. It isn't really a show about historical figures, just historically-themed characters. And that's okay. It's very funny when done well! It's a cartoon and it really acts like it. It was never asking to be taken as a serious drama and definitely wasn't asking to be a commentary on historical figures. It simply parodied its contemporary teen dramas a little too well and we got invested in joke characters and everything changed. The S2 writers were in a very unenviable place, and I applaud them for taking things in bold new directions. If you haven't watched S2 or even just watched a few episodes, I'd recommend giving it another chance. It's not perfect but it gets better as it continues. It has its own distinct feel and style while still understanding what "the point" of the original was.

Also Kahlopatra for life ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜

#clone high #clone high season 2 #clone high reboot

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singemall-stayallnight · 3 months ago

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It Was a Different Time - The Led Zeppelin Edition

Jimmy Page and baby groupie Lynn Koenigsaecker, AKA Queenie Glam, 1972. | Credit: Michael Ochs Archives

When the subject of Led Zeppelin and underage girls or "baby groupies" has been broached on here, I've usually seen responses along the lines of "it was a different time," "that's how things were in the 70s," "it was accepted/not viewed as wrong back then," or "put their behavior in the context of the times."

Contrary to oft-repeated claims on here, adults dating & having sex with young teens was generally not acceptable in the 70s, either. Not only that, but Jimmy Page and Robert Plant (allegedly) continued to have sex with underage girls after the ’70s ended, but we’ll get to that later.

"I just read an oral history of Led Zeppelin and was shocked to find out Jimmy Page had a long relationship with a 13 year old girl. Sable and Lori were pubescent LA groupies."

"I think the media covered up a lot of stuff. They knew it was going on. For instance, it was no secret what JFK was up to, but there was an understanding that certain things were not to be discussed and that "boys will be boys." I recall reading that Polanski was shocked at the reaction when his actions hit the press."

by Anonymous reply 3 January 26, 2014 2:38 AM

[quote] "'Fucking a 13 year old has been unacceptable for many years.'

It wasn't ever really acceptable. It was semi acceptable in 1960's - 1970's California with and among celebrities. The press didn't used to be what it is now. You hardly ever heard anything about the private lives of musicians. Just what little they gave out in interviews. There weren't really any paparazzi following musical groups. The only pictures the newspapers printed were professional pictures."

by Anonymous reply 13 January 26, 2014 4:23 AM

"It was not accepted in the average family lol Maybe it was accepted in hollywood for men to have sex with girls who were teens and barely teens but I doubt most of the public knew about it. These men are VERY lucky that paparazzi wasn't what it is now or they'd all be either jailed or shamed like Polanski"

by Anonymous reply 27 January 12, 2016 3:53 AM

"People had no idea he was screwing a 14-year-old and many would have been disgusted. The groupies who were showcased on TV were older women like Cherry Vanilla and Cynthia Plaster Caster."

by Anonymous reply 29 January 12, 2016 4:42 AM

"The obits are not going to be printing that David Bowie fucked a 13 year old Lori Maddox, that's for sure.

Back then, of course these men knew that the vast majority of people would regard them as perverted if they knew the rock star was having sex with young teens, this is why they kept it quiet, then as now. Page was very careful to keep Maddox hidden from view. The Beatles kept it quiet that they were fucking multiple teenagers on their tours.

Rock and pop has always been a genre that celebrates het male sexuality in most of its forms and gives extreme license to its most popular stars, whether their behavior is socially acceptable or not. Look at the lyrics of the Stones Stray Cat blues.

There's a recent blind about a singer in a huge pop group whose security invited a 13 year old back to his hotel room and when she got there she was told to shave everything as that's how he liked his girls. She freaked and left. Most guessed it was Zayn Malik."

by Anonymous reply 40 January 12, 2016 11:09 AM

"Wow the pedo apologist posters in here are pathetic. It was NOT socially accepted by most parents for their young teens to be fucking with adults. Just because someone is famous and maybe no longer goes after underage kids, that does not mean he/she is not a pedo. The idea that a lot of the rock stars mentioned in this thread did it for a period of time means they're disgusting pedos. Appropriately calling someone a pedo does not make me a SJW either. It doesn't matter whether the underage kid involved thinks it was acceptable then or now-it's still sickening."

by Anonymous reply 51 January 12, 2016 3:31 PM

"'It doesn't matter whether the underage kid involved thinks it was acceptable then or now-it's still sickening.'

It reveals a lot about these men, certainly. Bowie was born in a working class home in South London. If he had tried to fuck a 14 year old girl there, he would have had the shit beaten out of him by the men in that community and been labelled a 'kiddie fiddler'. These men used their money and their entourages to exploit these very young, uneducated kids with parents who either didn't give a shit about them or were star struck themselves.

Lori Maddox comes across as - to put it kindly - very low intellect. What were these men talking to her about? Nothing. It was a relationship based on them taking advantage of her sexually and then tossing her like rubbish when they were done. Nice guys."

by Anonymous reply 52 January 12, 2016 4:12 PM

"don't forget that pedo piece of shit manager guy of the Runaways who died recently."

by Anonymous reply 64 January 13, 2016 3:33 PM

Robert Plant, Lita Ford, and Jimmy Page. | Source: Pinterest

Jimmy Page, Kim Fowley, and Robert Plant. | Source: Flickr

"It was not considered normal by the kids themselves even back then. As a kid, I saw it as boomers getting old and bitter and not being able to handle not being young themselves anymore, so they sleeved on the young/junior highers like they still were peers. It wasn't just Led Zeppelin. (I was first wave Gen X although there wasn't a name for it then.)

There was also a wave of young teen girls, that no matter what their socio-Econ background, who had decided that being tough, drug-addled trash was a form of freedom to get away from their parents. The differences between parent and child then were really severe back then."

by Anonymous reply 66 January 13, 2016 4:07 PM

"And that post had so many errors I wish I could delete it! Well, maybe you can get the gist anyway. Anyway, Sable came from my neighborhood, though maybe 10-15 years ahead of me. Not considered normal."

by Anonymous reply 67 January 13, 2016 4:11 PM

"Joan Didion was writing about the hippy scene with a sharp eye in the sixties and seventies, she saw that huge numbers of the young hippy girls were teen runaways, fleeing incest and other types of abuse. Running away was a major thing back then.

So on the West Coast there were thousands of runaway girls, no money, no home, no parents who gave a shit about them. Men arrived in SF in 67, 68 with the specific intent to drug them and have sex with them , or rape them, it's in Slouching Towards Bethlehem and her article on the Manson Family. This scene is what was dressed up as 'Free Love'.

The Runaways stories that were covered last year showed the reality of how girls were treated in rock back then. Unless you were a Joni Mitchell* or a Emmylou Harris, smart and self-protecting, you were treated like shit."

by Anonymous reply 105 January 14, 2016 4:15 PM

Robert Plant and Cherie Currie.

Robert Plant and Kim Fowley.

"Well-adjusted young women generally speaking wouldn't tend to hang around rock musicians hoping they'll be picked to give them a blow job, but an emotionally disturbed teenager would probably feel like she hit the jackpot."

by Anonymous reply 110 January 14, 2016 4:34 PM

"I knew girls in HS in the eighties who went after older guys - the most extreme I recall was a 15 year old girl sleeping with the driver of the school bus, he must have been in his thirties. But all the girls who did that came from broken homes or they never knew their dad. One girl's dad had died in a plane crash when she was really young and she was dating a 25 year old creep when she was 14 or 15. The girls from stable homes crushed on pop stars and wanted to date the boys in their year or the boy next door. They didn't want to start fucking till 17, 18."

by Anonymous reply 129 January 14, 2016 8:47 PM

"Underage boys and girls aren't physically or emotionally ready for sex on adult terms, which is why there are statutory rape laws. I understand how musicians on tour get a taste for fucking their little fans, since that's what's available to them for free. Also because any adult woman with sense would look for better options than clap-ridden** druggie monomaniacs with a recording contract."

by Anonymous reply 137 January 14, 2016 9:50 PM

"Still a lot of ignorance here. The defenders of these disgusting celeb adult rockers are idiots. Lori Maddox says in 1 of her interviews that Jimmy Page basically "kidnapped" (she uses that word) her the first time they met. She initially turned him down but he had his people physically put her into the car/limo. She said he said to her "I told you you were going to be with me". She only "fell in love" with him after their first night together. She was 15. They were together for a while and he even asked her mother for permission because he was worried about getting in trouble with the law. Lori said he "broke her heart" 1 night when she walked into their hotel room and he was in bed with Bebe Buell (the groupie who gave birth to Liv Tyler). Clearly to Lori, it wasn't just "casual sex" with Jimmy Page. She thought they were an exclusive couple. That shows that she wasn't emotionally mature enough for the situation she was in.

How can anyone argue that underage teens back then were so mature? That's complete bullshit. The fact of the matter is that these adult male celebs liked the idea of being in control and being worshiped. Teens like Lori gave them what they craved and had no idea that they were just used as sex objects. It's also very clear looking at her pics from back then that she was clearly underage. She certainly didn't look anywhere near 18

The way Lori continues to glorify her experiences from back then is really sad and embarrassing.***

BTW for the poster who asked, Lori said in an interview that she 'has a job in fashion' whatever that means."

by Anonymous reply 142 January 14, 2016 10:17 PM

"'Lori said in an interview that she 'has a job in fashion' whatever that means.'

It means she worked in a vintage clothing store on Melrose"

by Anonymous reply 147 January 14, 2016 11:23 PM

"R138, I've always thought it was interesting that there were never any famous or accomplished women linked to any of the Zep guys in their heyday, unlike the Stones or even the Beatles. It was all young groupies and bottomfeeder types. Easier to control, and to leave, I guess.

Pamela Des Barres and Bebe Buell have both expressed distaste for the baby groupie phenomenon, with Pamela intimating that a number of them, including Lori, were out there trying to snag a rock star at the behest of 'older women' - in Lori's case, her mom. In other words, they were essentially being pimped out."

by Anonymous reply 155 January 15, 2016 7:49 AM

"'unlike the Stones'

Mick and Keith are the only ones who chose women with some intellect : Faithful, Pallenberg, Bianca.

Bill dated a 13 year old Mandy Smith. Smith herself confirmed publicly that she was 14 when they first had sex, and her older sister had called for him to be prosecuted.

He married her when she was 18. He was 49." Offsite Link http://ultimateclassicrock.com/files/2014/06/WeddingFull.jpg

by Anonymous reply 158 January 15, 2016 9:41 AM

"Wow, that article says Mandy's 51 year old mother had a relationship with Wyman's son who was 24 at the time. It didn't say when the relationship started but it lasted until 1994. And Mandy has been celibate since 2002. I guess you could say that relationship affected her greatly. Sad."

by Anonymous reply 160 January 15, 2016 10:39 AM

To those of you unfamiliar with Datalounge, it's predominantly a gay forum, though there are lesbians and straight people who post on there as well. The words cunt and whore are used liberally on the site, for both men and women. I'm not condoning it. I'm just giving a heads up to anyone reading this who decides to visit the site. There's also a troll comment in the above thread about Jimmy and an alleged "cover up." Just ignore it.

Users on the English site Mumsnet have made similar comments to the Datalounge ones posted above:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/4148077-To-have-just-discovered-Led-Zeppelin-and?page=12

OhWhyNot · 01/02/2021 10:24

"It was certainly acceptable to sexualise 15 year olds for many

But it wasn’t acceptable for adults to be having sex with 13 years olds like Bowie and Page did they certainly were not sharing this as public knowledge it was then and is now rape and not acceptable

David Bowie and Robert Page are no different to Bill Wyman just considered cooler all are rapists of underage girls (along with a number of others)"

KathleenTurnerOverdrive · 01/02/2021 11:11

"'Teenage girls threw themselves at those guys, they’d have run a mile from someone fitting your description.'

And yet again, they were children who could not give consent and were sexually abused by an adult. 13 year olds were not considered fair game morally or legally not now not in 1971."

OhWhyNot · 01/02/2021 11:31

"It wouldn’t have been acceptable for any men above 20 in my family to be having a sexual relationship with a child under 16 In the 60’s 70’s or 80’s

We all knew girls with older boyfriends mostly it was kept quiet but disapproved of in gossip

To sexualise underage teenagers is one thing (thankfully less acceptable) it’s not the same as actually having a sexual relationship with them which is actually rape. It may not have been viewed as rape but the majority would have seen it as being inappropriate (though many would have still blamed the girls for tempting the weak men)

My friends were throwing themselves at Bros, young girls will be following whoever is famous now dreaming that they will be their girlfriends and that they will fall in love with them it’s always happened always will but what excuse is that for a man to take advantage and abuse or rape a child

Is it just a coincidence that these girls didn’t have protective families around them, just like the girls in my school that were targeted by predatory teachers no of course not they pick their victims"

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/_chat/4870401-teenage-girls-dating-older-guys-is-this-now-less-of-an-issue-than-in-the-90s

TonTonMacoute · 12/08/2023 16:38

"I guess I’m older than many of you but I don’t think there has ever been a time when most people would have thought this was acceptable. I would certainly have thought there was something very wrong about a 30 year old guy dating a teenager.

If any of you are old enough to remember Bill Wyman marrying 17 year old Mandy Smith you will know there was widespread concern.

Unfortunately teenage girls are not always open to wise words and advice from concerned adults!"

brassbuttons · 12/08/2023 16:44

"@TonTonMacoute Yes I remember the Mandy Smith Bill Wyman thing and I did think she was crazy as Wyman was a old man! I also used to read loads of rock biographies from the 60s and 70s and read about all the groupies bands like Led Zeppelin had who were often underage and I thought these girls were very cool and wished I could have been living in LA to meet these bands, I used to be like Oh I'm so sad that I'm too young for Jimmy Page to fall in love with me when I was probably the perfect age for that creep! I think I read recently that some of those groupies from the 70s had only just recently in the wake of me too started to reassess their relationships with these older musicians."

Jimmy Page and Lori Mattix, circa 1972. | Source: Vintag.es

MrsBennetsPoorNerves · 12/08/2023 16:46

TonTonMacoute · 12/08/2023 16:38

"I agree! I think it was more common back in the day, but I don't think it was ever widely viewed as "acceptable", even back then!"

CrazyArmadilloLady · 12/08/2023 22:02

"I also think the kids who are doing the so-called ‘cool’ / grown-up things, assume everyone thinks like them. E.g. they think everyone thinks being picked up by an older guy in a car has ‘kudos’.

But not everyone does think that carries any sort of cachet.

That sort of thing can be viewed by others through a range of emotions, from yes, envy, through to pity or bemused amusement.

As mentioned above, lots of young girls / women fully recognise from the outset that men who target much younger partners are a bit (to put it kindly) lacking."

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I discussed this with a woman in my family, who is only one year younger than Robert Plant. She denied that adults having sex with young teens was generally acceptable in the 60s and 70s. She said, "People treat certain things as being normal back then, but they weren't. There are so many myths about the 60s and 70s. People talk about us like we all had long hair, we were all hippies and took LSD. We did get married at a younger age back then." (She got married at 19 to another 19-year-old.) In a scathing tone, she added, "You didn't hear about these activities (adults sleeping with young teens)."

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Martin Amis was an English author who was of the same generation as the former members of Led Zeppelin (born in 1949). In 1979, he interviewed Roman Polanski. Amis rightly condemned Polanski's mindset and behavior regarding adolescent girls at the time.

https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/2722570-martin-amis-interviews-roman-polanski

"Looking 16, of course, does not entitle you to go to bed with adolescents. Despite what Polanski says – contra Polanski – not everyone wants to fuck young girls. One cannot hide behind a false universality: one cannot seek safety in numbers. Most people who do want to fuck young girls, moreover, don't fuck young girls. Not fucking apparently willing young girls is clearly more of a challenge. But even Humbert Humbert realised that young girls don't really know whether they are willing or not. The active paedophile is stealing childhoods. Polanski, you sense, has never even tried to understand this."

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Also, Jimmy seems to receive nearly all of the criticism for having relations with underage girls in the past, but all of the members of Led Zeppelin are guilty of this.

The following quotation is from the Led Zeppelin Oral History book by Barney Hoskyns, p. 230:

"I'd be on the road with Hawkwind or whoever, writing for the NME, and Zeppelin would be there. And the whole place would be full of the stinkiest fucking groupies. There was something very unclean about the whole deal. Rod and the faces sort of kicked it off, but it went to some kind of zenith with Zeppelin. Moon actually blew up hotel rooms, but with Zeppelin it just seemed to be running in semen and beer and unpleasantness and old Tampaxes. They were number one on the groupie target roster, and Rodney Bingenheimer would be pandering to them as they sat in the back of his cupboard-sized discotheque getting their dicks sucked by thirteen-year-olds under the table."

-Mick Farren (singer with the Deviants and writer for New Musical Express)

That's an eyewitness account of the four members of Led Zeppelin engaging in sexual activity with underage girls, girls as young as 13. Oral sex is sex. There also should be no doubt that all four members of Zeppelin had other types of sex with underage girls as well.

This is a comment that was posted under this article: https://www.theguardian.com/music/2012/sep/06/stairway-to-heaven-led-zeppelin

"Sorry folks, I grew up in the L.A. area, and was 12-13 when Rodney's opened up, and there were more than one 12-13-14 year girl hooking up with Led Zepp, or other musicians in Rodneys,the Rainbow,etc. To be fair, these girls wore a ton more makeup, and could pass for 20-25 easy. Some felt it was no big deal to have sex with guys 10 years older then them,some wanted to get into Rock Scene magazine,or the other rock magazines that ran features on groupies,just like girls want to be on reality tv.One of my classmates even got a screen test for a film out of hanging out/putting out in the Hyatt House. My parents never would have let me go there, that's for sure. As for the music, I still preferred Hendrix…"

Note that Rodney's English Disco was in business from October 1972 to December 1975, when the youngest members of Zeppelin were in their mid to late 20s.

In the November 1973 interview, Rodney’s: Dali’s Holograph of Alice Cooper Could Not Be More Bizarre Than Rodney Bingenheimer’s English Disco, Richard Cromelin reported, “if you’re 18 you’re over the hill.” “Under-age groupies flocked around visiting British bands.”

Robert Plant is supposedly Sable Starr's favorite of the musicians she's been with, though I can't find a direct quote of her stating this:

"During her prime, she had associated herself with some of the biggest musicians in the industry. Claiming to have had encounters with the likes of Alice Cooper, Jeff Beck, Marc Bolan, Mick Jagger, and Jimmy Page. But it was Led Zeppelin’s frontman Robert Plant who was apparently her favorite."

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/31975351-warren-beatty-j-accuse!

"Morgana Welch, a common looking blond who was part of the 'baby groupie' LA scene, also fucked Led Zeppelin and other rockers. Morgana said she regrets not being wilder and fucking more famous men. What a claim to fame. Is that an actual ambition?

"There are photos of Morgana fucking Brit rocker Roy Harper included in his book, you don't see her face, but she has verified it was her."**** by Anonymous reply 372 February 14, 2023 10:19 PM

Morgana's stories of having sex with Robert Plant and John Paul Jones have been shared on here.

Sable Starr is on Robert Plant’s right, the two girls on Robert’s left are Tyla and Morgana Welch, John Bonham and Lori Mattix are in the far right of the picture, and Jimmy Page is in the background, in Rodney Bingenheimer’s English Disco, 1972. | Michael Ochs Archives/Getty Images

I've seen posters on here treat the fact that Robert had sex with young teen girls or "banged anything he could get his hands on - regardless of age" in the early years of Zep as no big deal because he was in his early 20s. That doesn't excuse it and it still would've been considered inappropriate in the 60s and 70s, as Mumsnet poster OhWhyNot pointed out in one of her comments quoted above. Men that age (21+) being with girls that young (12-15) wasn't generally seen as okay, even back then.

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People have shared that Jimmy continued to pursue & have sex with underage girls well past the 70s.

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/16752239-my-aunt-fucked-eric-clapton-in-the-70s-and-other-stories-and-gossip

"Oh and this is actually tea from me for once. Jimmy Page is a pedophile (shocking!). Up until the late 90s he still had a posse of underage (think 13-16) year old girls hanging around him. People try to play off his 70s creepiness (baby groupies, Lori Mattix etc.) with it being normal but my mom was pretty adamant that any sensible person looked at a 30 y.o. and a 14 y.o. having a relationship with disgust. Their sycophants and hanger-ons, all the people who were in these tools private circles, put them up on a pedestal."

by Anonymous reply 54 April 13, 2016 10:07 PM

"No surprise about Page. I think that's pretty well-known. - maybe it isn't here."

by Anonymous reply 57 April 13, 2016 10:36 PM

"R57 I know it's well known on here at least but quite a few people on here think Page's involvement with young girls stopped when the 70s ended or when his daughter reached her preteens. Not true." by Anonymous reply 65 April 13, 2016 11:11 PM

https://forums.stevehoffman.tv/threads/page-plant-90s-reunion.1165682/page-9

"I thought the '95 tour was overwrought and Jimmy appeared to be in rough shape, being propped up by two other the guitarists. They also had the Egyptian players and a string section. A friend of mine's sister played violin in the latter and described Page as being drunk, a lot, and trying to pick up underage girls in the hotel bars where they stayed. They apparently thought he was 'gross' and were usually there to keep company with the younger openers.

Three years later they came back with the "'Clarksdale" tour. Four players plus Plant, a bright eyed brilliant Page played the only guitar. I was fortunate enough to have very close seats and I watched him play things with his two hands (and a foot pedal) that I swore had to be the result of studio trickery on the record. It was amazing and changed my opinion of the guy ever after. While the Page I witnessed had obviously cleaned up is act I heard he slipped later in the tour. Nonetheless it was great. They were almost Led Zep and played Zep songs that Led Zeppelin never played."

-rrbbkk, Jan 25, 2023 #203

It doesn't seem like Robert ceased his sexual activities with underage girls after the 70s ended, either.

https://tenyearsgone.blog/2024/03/02/spin-09-1993-last-of-the-red-hot-rock-stars/

"(Robert) shared a wad of chewing gum with a 22-year-old, en route to a modeling job in Zurich, who claims to have known assorted members of the entourage more or less intimately since the age of 14 (and who, in the Interests of all involved, will hereby be referred to as Ms. Colorado);"

A 22-year-old in 1993 would've been 14 in 1985, and Robert was on tour that year. Since Robert was the only star in the band he was touring with then and the two were comfortable sharing a piece of gum together, I think we can safely assume Robert was one of the members of the entourage she was intimate with when she was 14. I don't believe for a second that the end of the 1970s was the end of Robert having sex with underage girls.

Robert Plant performing on his Shaken 'N' Stirred tour in 1985.

Another take/defense on this adults having sex with minors topic I've read on here is that it's not an issue because "teens/17-year-olds have sex, and they loved the person they were with." Of course there are teens 17 and younger who have sex. When it's with people their own age, it's fine. It's not fine for minors to be having sex with adults. Adults having sex with 16 or 17-year-olds may be legal in countries such as England, but just because something is legal doesn't make it right. The comment below from a Brit acknowledges this:

https://www.mumsnet.com/talk/feminism/4403955-Grooming-by-Famous-Men

MistandMud · 17/11/2021 13:22

"More than half of those relationships (all those with girls 16 and up) would be legal in the UK, though grim as fuck because of the power imbalance."

There has been a debate over raising the age of consent in England for this very reason:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-66872467 "There's a reasonable argument [that] individuals between the ages of 16 and 18 can have relations with people within that same age bracket," she told BBC Women's Hour. "You're allowed to make mistakes as a teenager, they should be with other people your own age."

People who were taken advantage of by adults when they were minors can remain very attached to said adults, and are sometimes never able to get over them. They may even remain in a relationship with them/marry & have a family with them. However, that doesn't justify it.

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Obviously, matters such as statutory rape and grooming are taken more seriously now than they were in the 70s. The consequences are more severe. There's appropriately more recognition that underage girls in such cases are victims, not seducers, "fast," girls who "got what they wanted," or "knew what they were doing."

That said, adults having sex with young teens was still not accepted by society at large in the 60s or 70s. When Jimmy says things like this in interviews, he's just trying to cover himself:

"Now that his friend and fellow rock star Roy Harper has been accused of historic sex offences against one young woman (he has pleaded not guilty), and police are putting the spotlight on the behaviour of Seventies entertainers, is Page worried?

‘With due respect, I don’t want to comment on it,’ he says. ‘It was a lifestyle in the Seventies. There’s a lot of water under the bridge for everyone who survived that era. End of story.’"

Bill Wyman, Roy Harper, and Robert Plant at the Swan Song launch party in New York, May 7, 1974. | Source: Pinterest

I do believe (perhaps naively) that all of the surviving members of Led Zeppelin have modified their behavior for the better and are different people now. It's also quite possible they (Hopefully!) feel genuine remorse for many of the things they did in their past. Robert himself has admitted he has "a very hefty book of maudlin apologies and guilt," and "frailties you know you're carrying with you quietly." The intent of this post is not to rally for these guys to be 'canceled,' nor to scold anyone for being Zep fans.

However, it's untrue that adult men having sexual encounters with underage girls was just par for the course during the 70s. It was mostly seen as unacceptable and inappropriate back then. Therefore, that the LZ band members (and other entertainers) were having sex with and dating young teens was bad, even by the standards of the 60s and 70s.

As for the topic of judging those from the past by today's standards, I'm with Charlotte Riley on this one, "It is completely appropriate to critique those figures from the past whose morals fall short of our own values, as well as celebrating those who questioned, critiqued or resisted the systems and beliefs of their time."

*As an aside, Joni Mitchell is racist, anti-feminist (Jian Ghomeshi & '73 Marom interviews) & not that smart.

https://madamenoire.com/510752/joni-mitchell-need-stop-calling-white-people-disturbing-things-eccentric/

**Robert admitted in a 1988 interview with Melody Maker that, "I had the clap so many times years ago that I was almost immune to penicillin, and in music, subsequently, I’d ‘oooohed’ and ‘babyed’ so many times I couldn’t do it any more." He's made similar remarks over the years about needing penicillin and being immune to it.

***Lori no longer glorifies her groupie days:

https://www.thedailybeast.com/led-zeppelins-controversial-legacy-thievery-underage-groupies-and-the-mud-shark-incident

"Alongside stories involving Mick Jagger and Rod Stewart, Mattix would reveal that David Bowie slept with her when she was 14, and after Jimmy Page saw her at a show, he had his bodyguard “kidnap” her. She told The Guardian last year that #MeToo led to her reconsidering how she’d viewed her time with Page and other rock stars in the 1970s.

'I don’t think underage girls should sleep with guys. I wouldn’t want this for anybody’s daughter. My perspective is changing as I get older and more cynical.'"

https://www.datalounge.com/thread/31975351-warren-beatty-j-accuse!

"Lori's mom spoke to Jimmy Page, she assured him it was OK to 'date' her underage daughter. Page, at 30, sure knew what he was doing was wrong and that he could have served jail time. Because of that, Lori was never seen with him other than in photos where they posed at parties. They never left a hotel together, were never shown on a plane together etc. Lori was hidden from view. Lori was always escorted by someone else in his entourage, such as one of Page's female publicists.

Years later, Lori admitted they had little to talk about. You think? Also, years later, when Page reconnected with Lori, he told her, 'We were babies back then.' Lori said, 'Well, one of us was!' Seems Lori has sure changed her tune, she now says it's not a good idea for young teen females to fuck much older men." by Anonymous reply 370 February 14, 2023 5:56 PM

**** Morgana Welch said in an interview with Punk Globe, "I was thrilled when Roy wrote me a note that he had published a book of photos and lyrics called ‘Roy Harper, The Passions of Great Fortune, The Songs Explored’ and that he would like to send me a copy. I had remembered the time when I was with him at the Hyatt House when he was with Led Zeppelin and as we were making love the band broke down the door and walked in on us. Robert Plant picked up Roy’s camera and took pictures of us in bed. I had wondered for years if that photo survived. So when I opened this big beautiful book in the section with Led Zeppelin there are two pictures of us in bed. I was thrilled to see the pics."

#led zeppelin #jimmy page #robert plant #john paul jones #john bonham #groupies #baby groupies

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