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grantgoddard · 8 months

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One small step for radio, one giant leap for black music radio in London : 1990 : KISS 100 FM launch day

The final few days before KISS FM’s official launch were a blur of frenetic activity and outright panic. It was only at this late date that construction of the three studios was completed by the contractors. Now, at last, they were ready for the engineers from the Independent Broadcasting Authority [IBA] to test and inspect. Much to my relief, their report required only a few minor alterations to the air conditioning system, after which the IBA issued KISS FM with a certificate of technical competence. I affixed it to my office wall, alongside the poster of Betty Boo [I had pinned as my memento of DJ Tim Westwood’s ‘reason’ for reneging last-minute on his scheduled daily daytime show].

With only days to go, I held two long, evening meetings with all the part-time DJs to explain what they could and could not do legally on-air. As former pirate DJs, they were unfamiliar with the conventions of libel, slander and other legal niceties which legitimate radio DJs have to learn. It was important for me to emphasise how essential it was for KISS FM to protect itself against prosecution or rebuke by the commercial radio regulator, the IBA. I went through their employment contracts, page by page, explaining what the jargon meant and what implications the clauses had for their radio shows. Also, I had to stress the importance of playing the right advertisements at the right time. This was a contractual requirement that had been relatively relaxed on pirate stations.

The night before the station’s launch, I was still busy putting the finishing touches to the inside of the studio until the early hours of the morning. Although two on-air studios had been built, there was only time to bring one of them up to scratch with all the accessories required for live broadcasts. With only hours to go, the engineers and I were frantically drilling holes in the studio walls to hang the storage racks for audio cartridges used to play advertisements, as well as wiring up the studio lights on the ceiling. I handwrote several large posters in thick felt pen to remind the presenters of the station’s address, its phone number for requests, and what to say about the station’s launch. Then, I had to spend several hours making labels with a Dymo and sticking them onto each piece of equipment in the studio for the presenters to know precisely which button performed which task. Finally, when everything was ready, I drove home and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, Saturday 1 September 1990, was the biggest day of our lives. Some weeks earlier, [managing director] Gordon McNamee had hung a handwritten sign on his office wall that read “X DAYS TO GO” with the number being changed daily. That number was now down to zero and the sign had finally become redundant. The day had arrived at last, whether we were ready for it or not. McNamee and I met at the station in the morning and locked ourselves away inside the production studio. McNamee wanted to perform a countdown to the station’s launch at midday but, in order to ensure that it went perfectly smoothly, he wanted to pre-record it. I set the timer on my digital wristwatch to five minutes and recorded McNamee’s voice, counting down at one-minute intervals from five minutes to one minute, and then counting down the seconds during the final minute until the alarm sounded. It took two attempts to get it right.

After that, we moved to the main on-air studio, taking the tape of the countdown with us. We had decided not to allow anyone other than essential station personnel into the studio for the launch. It was not a big enough room to comfortably accommodate more than a few people, and the presence of journalists would only have made us even more nervous. McNamee had arranged for Mentorn Films, which was making the television documentary about the station, to erect a tripod camera in the corner of the studio to record the whole event. A video link had also been booked to relay the picture live to a large screen in Dingwalls nightclub, where the official KISS FM launch party was being held that day.

With all the tension that surrounded that historic day, we quickly forgot that we were being watched by a video camera from the corner of the room. I spooled McNamee’s countdown recording onto a tape machine and started it at precisely five minutes to midday. McNamee’s countdown was now automatically being superimposed over the music from the test transmission VHS cassette that had been playing continuously for the last ten days. Over the beats of the Kid Frost hip hop track ‘La Raza,’ McNamee’s voice coolly counted down the minutes. At the one-minute point, McNamee counted “59, 58, 57, 56….” and I slowly faded out the music to increase the suspense of the moment. Accompanied by the pre-recorded sound of my digital watch alarm, McNamee said the magic words “twelve o’clock.”

I turned up the microphone in the studio for McNamee to make KISS FM’s live opening speech:

“This is Gordon Mac. There are no words to express the way I feel at this moment. So, with your permission, I’d just like to get something out of my system. Altogether – we’re on air – hooray!”

Everyone in the studio joined in a loud cheer, before McNamee continued:

“Welcome, London. Do you realise it’s taken us fifty-nine months, four hundred and sixty-five thousand, seven hundred and twenty working hours, plus three and a half million pounds, as well as all of your support over the last five years, to reach this moment? As from today, London and everywhere around the M25, within and without, will have their own twenty-four-hour dance music radio station. I’m talking to you from our new studios in KISS House, which is completely different from the dodgy old studios we used to have in the past [laughter in the studio]. The odds were against us. None of the establishment fancied our chances but, with the force of public opinion and our determination, the authorities had to sit up and listen and take notice. Today, I’m being helped by Rufaro Hove, the winner of ‘The Evening Standard’ KISS 100 FM competition. Rufaro was chosen from thousands of people who entered and she will press the button for the first record. But before that, the first jingle.”

McNamee pushed the cartridge button to play a lo-fi jingle from KISS FM’s pirate days. The sound of a telephone answering machine tone was followed by McNamee’s personal assistant, Rosee Laurence, saying:

“It’s me again. I forgot to say – hooray, we’re on. Bye-bye.”

The jingle ended with the sound of a phone being put down. McNamee continued:

“There we go, Rufaro, now you can press the first one. Go!”

The first record played on the new KISS FM was the reggae song ‘Pirates’ Anthem’ by Home T, Cocoa Tea & Shabba Ranks. The song was a tribute to London’s pirate radio stations. The rallying call of the chorus was:

“Them a call us pirates

Them a call us illegal broadcasters

Just because we play what the people want

DTI tries [to] stop us, but they can’t"

One of the song’s verses narrated the story of pirate radio in the UK: "Down in England we’ve got lots of radio stations

Playing the peoples’ music night and day

Reggae, calypso, hip hop or disco

The latest sound today is what we play……..

They’re passing laws. They’re planning legislation

Trying their best to keep the music down

DTI, why don’t you leave us alone?

We only play the music others want”

These lyrics were the perfect choice for the station’s first record. KISS FM’s pirate history may have been behind it now, but the station had proven that pirate broadcasting had been necessary to open up the British airwaves to new musical sounds and fresh ideas for the 1990s. ‘Pirates’ Anthem’ was followed by the personal choice of the Evening Standard competition winner, ‘Facts of Life’ by Danny Madden. In the studio, the atmosphere was electric. It was difficult to believe that the few of us crowded into that little room were making broadcasting history. This was the creation of the dream that some of us thought we might never witness – a legal black music radio station in London, at last. It was difficult to believe we were really on the air.

Next, McNamee thanked “all the original disc jockeys, all the backers, all the new staff and last, but not by any means least, all of the listeners that have supported us over the five years.”

He introduced the record that he had adopted as KISS FM’s theme tune – ‘Our Day Will Come’ by Fontella Bass. The station’s first advertisement followed, booked by the Rhythm King record label to publicise its latest releases. Soon, McNamee’s stint as the station’s first DJ came to an end and his place was taken by Norman Jay, whose croaky voice betrayed the emotion of the day. Jay told listeners over his instrumental ‘Windy City’ theme tune:

“After nearly two very long years, all the good times, all the bad times we shared on radio … Thanks to all of you. Without your help, this day could not have been possible. On a cold and wet October day in 1985, KISS FM was born. Gordon Mac, George Power and a long-time friend of mine, Tosca, got together to put together a station which meant so much to so many. And thanks to those guys, Norman Jay is now on-air.”

Once Jay was on the air, McNamee said farewell to the rest of us in the studio and left to attend the station’s official launch party at Dingwalls. We stayed in the studio, still thrilled to be part of the celebration of that historic moment and enjoying the music that Jay played. Throughout the rest of the weekend, each KISS FM DJ presented their first show on the newly legal station. Many of them reminisced about the pirate days of KISS FM and played music from that era, when they had last graced the airwaves of London. To the majority of the station’s audience, who might never have heard of KISS FM until now, the weekend’s broadcasts must have sounded rather indulgent. Far from most of the records played that weekend reflecting the cutting edge of new dance music that the new KISS FM had promised, the songs mostly reeked of nostalgia and the station’s former glory days as a pirate station. This brief moment of indulgence was a healing process that was necessary for the station’s staff.

I remained in the studio the rest of the day, helping the DJs to grapple with the unfamiliar equipment and showing them the new systems with which they had to contend. Despite the intensive training they had been given in the last ten days, it had been twenty months since any of them had spoken a word on the radio, let alone presented a professional show. Nearly all the DJs looked incredibly nervous, and several seemed gripped with terror at the prospect of having to present a show from a fully equipped radio studio for the first time in their lives. I stayed there until the early hours of Sunday morning, with only an occasional break for a takeaway pizza.

Everybody involved in KISS FM, apart from the small group of us left in the studio – the DJ on the air, me, [head of talks] Lyn Champion and programme assistants Colin Faver and Hannah Brack – were at Dingwalls, enjoying the party celebrations. It felt strange, during the station’s first day on-air, that the rest of the huge KISS FM building was entirely empty. In the evening, the only lights visible from outside were in the tiny studio on the first floor. By two o’clock in the morning, I was absolutely exhausted. It had been an incredibly exciting day and everything had run much more smoothly than I had expected. I drove home, having left Champion and Brack to ‘babysit’ the studio overnight to ensure that the rest of the presenters could cope with the equipment.

[Excerpt from ‘KISS FM: From Radical Radio To Big Business: The Inside Story Of A London Pirate Radio Station’s Path To Success’ by Grant Goddard, Radio Books, 2011, 528 pages]

#commercial radio #Grant Goddard #KISS FM #local radio #London #music #pirate radio #radio #radio broadcasting #radio industry #radio sector #radio station #media regulation

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mostardently · 9 months

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#my internet was not working yesterday so i went to my downloaded music in phone and honey singhs blue eyes came on shuffle #it started playing from middle only like glossy lips uff yeh tricks se #and then i remembered i recorded it from phone radio 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#core memory unlocked #later years i used to download from pirated sites like mp3 or mr jatt par uske liye internet bhi lagta tha so fm was the closest cheapest #option #the struggle we used to go through OH MY GOF #shreya's diary

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Hello i love your storysssssssss

🥺can u do a luffy and law x fm reader where they are jalouse about a kid who is taking to much of readers attention .

Hiya papaya!! I absolutely can do my best, I hope that I do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: touch of silliness, afab/fem aligned reader, little kids are cute]

Luffy ㅡ Jealousy really isn't Luffy's thing, so he just kind of views the entire ordeal with humor. After all, this kid has been following you around all day since you rescued them from a couple of thugs trying to throw their weight around.

"You should stay here," the kid says, and Luffy laughs outright at that.

"Yeah right, as if she would!"

"Why not?" The kid huffs, and Luffy grins.

"Because she's part of my pirate crew!"

The kid is undeterred. "Then I'll become a better pirate than you and ask her to join my crew!" It's a cute notion and obviously the whimsy of a child, and that only makes Luffy laugh harder.

"It's a deal then! Come find me when you get bigger and we'll fight for [Name]!"

ㅡ

Law ㅡ Honestly he's more frustrated than jealous for how this kid is asking you a thousand questions and shows no sign of stopping even as he's trying to guide you back to the task at hand. You're here for a supply run, not a seminar for this kid on anything and everything he can think of.

"Look," he says, "we don't have all day for them to answer your questions."

"Law," you scold, and that frustrates him more because why are you taking the brat's side over his? You do eventually free yourself from the kid's incessant barage, and you glance at Law. "No need to sulk."

"I'm not." He scowls. "That set us back at least an hour."

"We'll be fine," you soothe. "Besides, the kid was cute. Kind of reminded me of you."

Law isn't sure if that's an insult or a compliment.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #luffy x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous

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yellowmanula · 16 days

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This is Marlena. Marlena listens to and likes Rave Fm. Be like Marlena, support our radio station 👽

#rave fm #ravefm #pirate radio #radio pirackie #piraci radiowi #Marlena Niemiec #radio #support us #ko fi support #underground #illegal #girls

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foone · 1 year

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Concept: fursonas with non-human senses. Not just canine "can smell better" ("My fursona has no nose." "How does she smell?" "Terrible!"), but actually different senses. (Under a readmore because big surprise, I write a lot)

Sharks who walk into a dark room and go "hey guys!" to the people about to shout "surprise!". Electroreception, yo. They can feel the electric fields in bodies. They have a good job as an electrician, because they can tell which wires are active and which aren't, without needing a tester. One of the guests is a snake who says "I told you this wouldn't work", as they can see in the dark through thermoception.

Corvids who don't watch human movies, especially not in theaters. They're just flickery slide-shows to them. Their vision is too fast, persistence of vision doesn't kick in until like 200 FPS.

I know the mantis shrimp colors aren't real (it's actually just a thing where they have extra cones to make up for not having enough brain to merge them. Like, humans have red/green/blue cones, and we see "yellow" when the red and green cones are both activated, but shrimp can't do that merging. So they have a yellow cone) but fuck it, this is fantasy. Make your fursona have access to all the forbidden colors.

Hell, have them able to see outside the "visible" spectrum! Imagine a furry working at a human-majority office who gets pulled into a meeting with her manager one day, who has to tell her that even if she's covered in fur, she can't wear a top that revealing, they have a dress code. She goes "what? But.. Sally in accounting wears that semi-transparent blouse most weeks!" and then they both come to realize that humans can't see near-IR and therefore don't realize that a lot of their clothing choices are transparent to that wavelength. The furry has just been seeing all these exposed chests and going "wow, I had heard the humans could be prudes about nudity, what with not having fur, but apparently not." and decided to join in one day. Whoops.

Hell, let them see radiation! Who needs a giger counter? They're digging through an junk shop and WHOA, shouldn't this be in the back or in a safe or something? The owner (a Shetland sheep dog) is like "what do you mean?" and they go "it's pretty radioactive, man! Can't you tell?" "uhh.. No. Why don't you put that down quickly and I'll go grab a lead bucket."

An octopus that goes to see a 3D movie but turns down the glasses. No need. They can see circularly polarized light just fine on their own.

You go over to visit a bat's warehouse to get an old computer they offered to loan you and they sheepishly (is that offensive to sheep?) admit that they never bothered installing any lighting inside. Why would they? They can see fine with echolocation. And their friend Skippy never complained, either! Mind you, they are a dolphin.

A park ranger who is a jewel beetle. They can detect fires miles away, but only if pine trees are involved. They're a firefighter in a pine tree forest, so that's fine.

A bee who keeps giving directions in terms of cardinal directions and forgetting that not everyone has an innate sense of North/South thanks to being able to sense the magnetic field of the Earth. And this is after they went to all the trouble of giving the directions in words, instead of dancing!

Tangent idea: a bee pirate who writes a pop song, and it's not until another bee hears it years later that they realize that the dance instructions in the song are actually a treasure map.

Creatures who can sense RF directly. Some of them can't even get near human-style cities, as they're "too noisy". It takes the more mundane inhabitants a while to realize they aren't talking about sound, and earplugs won't help.

Others can pull off amazing mental tricks like the Scramblers from Peter Watts' Blindsight, and the first time they get near a human city they figure out how to decode all these FM signals and within minutes they can watch TV, listen to the radio, or log onto the wifi. They're not robots or cyborgs, they're just unholy smart and frighteningly fast.

And there's no reason it should be limited to natural things... The supernatural is there as well. A furry who mentions they hate going to some human cities because they're so crowded with ancestors. It's not for a while until someone realizes that word isn't being translated exactly right, and they don't just mean "old humans". They mean the ones who lived there before, but are dead. They still see them, and are surprised that the humans can't.

Hell, how about a fursona with an asymmetric design? Different fur patterns, heterochromia, things like that. But it swaps sides from time to time. It's not an art mistake, they really do that. No one understands why until they casually point out a missing item is in the drawer of there, the locked one. Then they reach around all six sides of the drawer and pull it out. What, you can't see in four dimensions? Yeah, sometimes their body swaps left/right because they rotated through the 4th axis and inverted their body. No big deal, but they have to be careful with what food they eat sometimes. All those chiral molecules... You don't want them backwards. Fortunately they've got a pretty strong digestive system so it's not a big deal. And vodka always goes down smooth, alcohol is symmetric!

Speaking of which, fursonas with vulture-like digestive systems. They yell at their roommate for throwing out that expired meat. It's only expired by human standards, and they're just a bunch of wimps who can't handle a little putrefaction in their lunch.

And I know I said "not like canines with just better senses of smell" but there's some interesting options for having beings who can smell things humans just can't. A fursona that detects a gas leak because they can smell carbon monoxide, not just the bitterants added to help humans detect it. Or can pick up on human pheromones, although that one is often covered in werewolf media, I hear. But instead of just arousal/fertility/pregnancy, they can also be like "hey you smell different... Have you talked to your doctor about testing for diabetes? I think your a1c might be high."

Speaking of pheromones, how about fursonas that do things like ants, who automatically put down invisible scent trails and follow them? They are a pain to go hiking with, since they just assume you can follow them if they get out of sight, and you gotta remind them to slow down sometimes.

Hell, fursonas who have quorum sensing, either type. The bacteria-like type have gene expression that changes based on population density. Members of their species in the wild, in rural areas, and in urban areas have radically different phenotypes. The social insect type make decisions with an implicit silent democracy, bordering on a hive mind. They are always surprised when humans and similar want to talk out decisions. Can't they just tell what the majority want and just do that? It seems so much similar.

Speaking of which, ACTUAL HIVE MINDS. You're dating a nice worker bee and and another member of the same hive comes by and says "hello love!" and gives you a big kiss. Your partner is surprised you had any problem with this. They're the same person, basically? And they feel their love for you just as much. (obligatory A Miracle of Science reference: Mars thinks you're cute)

Combine that with insect-like lifespans for some extra weirdness: the one you're dating isn't even the one you started with. The bee-people only live a month or two, and you've been dating for nearly a year now. Hell, even when your first partner was still alive, it wasn't always the "same" bee that came by to visit. Of course, that's putting a human-like kind of perspective on if it's the same bee. To the hive-mind bees, it is. It's the same hive. They have the same mind, just in 70,000 separate bodies. So of course it's the same person. Just not the same body.

Heh. How about magnetic sense? This may be overly specific to my interests, but you hand a furry a floppy disk and they hold it for a few seconds and then hand it back. "Thanks!" "oh, don't you want it?" "oh yeah. But I already got all the data off it." "but... You didn't put it in a floppy drive?" "no? What's the point in that? I just read the flux transitions off the surface. It's not hard."

More esoteric senses, too. You're driving down California one with your partner, listing to some Decemberists and they idly go "huh, Diablo Canyon is still running? I thought they had shut it down!" You're like "what?" They point out the window at the two cooling domes. "The power plant! It's still running. Can't you taste all those neutrinos?" "uh, no." "what, really? They're quite fresh compared to the usual solar ones." "I can't 'taste' those either" "oh. Weird!"

Your plasma-lifeform boyfriend who evolved in space sometimes has dizzy spells where he nearly drives his containment vessel into a wall. "sorry, that was a big one. Those gravity waves must have been from, like, an 80-90 solar-mass black hole merger? A close one too, only a few dozen megaparsecs."

You've long since given up explaining that you have no way of detecting events that take place over 30 million light-years away.

The atemporal energy being who proposes the first time you meet. You're shocked, but they point out why? You have/are/will spent/spending (tenses are hard) over 60 years of your experience of years with them. They just don't really see how this time is different from all the times you have/will spend together. They thought humans liked this "till death do us part" ceremony, even though death has no meaning for them. They're not immortal, but their death is just like their birth (or the energy being equivalent): a discontinuity on the edges of their lifeline. They don't exist past there, just like you don't exist outside of the 3D volume of your body. So what does it matter? Besides, we've had this conversation before, or is it later? Either way.

A hive mind being who only has one body you can see, because they're actually a hive mind across themselves in different timelines. They sometimes get mixed up which version of you they're talking to, and ask odd questions like how your son is doing in college. You don't have son, or any kids for that matter. "whoops, that's the other you. Lemme... You're married to Tony, right?" "Who's Tony?" "Obviously not. Uhh, is Sarah your girlfriend?" "no? I'm not a lesbian!" "Not this you, at least. Oh, I've got it. You work at the newspaper?" "yeah. I'm an editor" "oh cool. Got it. Sorry, it's easy to get all the yous confused sometimes."

Later that week, your boss introduces you to a new reporter, Sarah Torres. You can't help but wonder of this is the Sarah another you is dating. You don't see it. But apparently another you does.

And that tangent makes me think of another one: mind reading, either full or just empathic, isn't that unusual in aliens and such, but imagine a race that doesn't go around reading minds unless given permission, but they have a persistent problem with pronouns. See, they can just tell what your gender is. And closeted trans people keep getting outed accidentally. Sometimes outed to themselves, because they call you by your "true" pronouns, not the ones you're using now.

And the same goes for orientation. Like your coworker will be like "why don't you ask out Steven on a date?" and you're like "Steven? I don't even know if he likes guys, I've never gotten any hints from him..." and they go "what? No, of course he does. Can't you tell?"

(I just invented a species with perfect gaydar. That's weird, right?)

Someone who has that ESP "there were strong emotions and events here" sense, but it goes both ways. They would never visit Hiroshima for the same reason they will never visit Chicago. They don't want to explain to you what will happen there, but they go a bit teary-eyed when you bring it up.

A species that magic tricks just don't work on, and no one can figure out why. They can't see through solid objects, they don't seem to have a super-fast vision, they can't read minds, but everytime you show them a magic trick they're like "the ball is in your hand" or "you have a fifth ace in your sleeve" or "there's another rabbit under the table". They don't even seem to realize it's supposed to be a trick. They're just slightly confused at what you're trying to do.

A species that has the equivalent of a spectroscope/chromatograph built into their body. You hand them a drink and they can list the molecules in it and their concentrations. You'd think they'd mainly be scientists, but a lot of them are bartenders. They make perfect mixed drinks (down to the nanoliter of exact composition) and they can spot a spiked drink from across the room.

A species that can taste your DNA when you touch them. They're a weird blob that rewrites their own DNA on a daily basis, and find static-DNA beings "weird and unusual" and always want to help you with that. Wouldn't you be happier if you had a couple extra arms? Maybe claws? How about switching sex? Just for the weekend, they can put you back to "normal" if you want. Or maybe you'd like to spend some time as a dog? Your two species are pretty close, evolutionary speaking. It shouldn't take more than a day or two to rewrite every cell in your body. Sometimes you "humans" are so boring. They can't imagine staying in the same form for more than a few days, and you fuckers do that for, what, up to a century? Before you "get old and die"? You know, that's a choice. They can fix that. You don't have to age, if you don't want to.

Speaking of which, species with radically different lifespans and approaches to life.

The Dragon's Egg beings occasionally give humans gifts, of books of poetry about their unrequited love for you. There's no point in responding, even if you do come to love them from their writings. By the time you have opened the first page of the book, they're dead, their children are dead, and their grandchildren are getting old.

Similarly there's a race of trees where you can be dating one for 40 years before they reveal that they've considered this just a minor flirty bit of fun. They don't get involved with humans and human-likes, they'll be gone in the blink of a century, so what's the point. You ask them their age one time and have trouble grappling with the fact that when they sprouted, your ancestors hadn't yet mastered the written language. Their still-living parent remembers visiting earth before it had any life outside the seas. You had dinner with them last Thanksgiving. They liked your broccoli casserole.

So... yeah.

#Furry #Senses #my creations

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cl0ckworkpuppet · 5 months

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time for my monthly mp3 player propaganda post!

yall. don't fucking stream music off of youtube or spotify. they pay their creators shit. the most generous estimate i could find was artists being paid $1 for every 200 streams (0.5¢ per stream), and unless you're listening to songs on an album thousands times in total, it helps tremendously more to just. buy their albums or subscribe to a patreon-like service for them

mp3 players are laughably inexpensive (you can get a decent one with bluetooth for like $40-50 and you can get away with even less if you forego some features), many of them are drag-and-drop, no ads, decent enough sound quality for the average person, unlimited skips, track selection, regular play and shuffle, playlists, being able to shut off your screen, and more importantly, ALL OF THIS IS AVAILABLE WITHOUT A SUBSCRIPTION. i've always been an avid hater of subscription models. there are some things where it's understandable, but you shouldn't lose access to basic QOL features just because you can't or won't fork over $10-15 a month.

"b-b-but $50 is so expensive!" WRONG. $50 (which is more than i've EVER spend on a single mp3 player) is the equivalent to 5 months on spotify premium without discounts. if you can afford that, it's worth investing into a device that can last you literal years if you get a good one and take good care of it

"but i don't wanna carry around another device!" fair enough, but these things are small enough to fit in tiny pockets (mine fits snugly in the watch pocket of my jeans) and are typically light enough to not be burdensome. if you can carry around your phone, you can carry around an mp3 player

"what if people think i'm weird for having outdated technology" let them. it's worth it in my opinion if it means i get to listen to music ad-free. the most I've ever gotten was "wooooah bro's got the dinosaur tech" and i just thought that was funny personally

"but what if the artist collapses without a constant stream of money!!! i'm not supporting the artist!!!!!" companies try to pay as little as they can get away with to artists. most of that money goes to the CEO and other higher-ups.

"but piracy is bad!" Piracy is a Crime. However, downloading youtube videos/audio for your own PERSONAL, NON-COMMERCIAL USE and NOT REDISTRIBUTING THEM is legal (generally, in the US, check your laws, i am not a lawyer, not legal advice, blah blah blah). besides, i never said you had to pirate your music. in fact, i encourage you to buy the albums of and support your favourite artists in other ways. some artists might even provide links for people to download their songs for free in high quality anyway

not gonna link products just in case someone thinks i'm a shill. but literally just look up "mp3 player" on your search engine or shopping site of choice and find something that doesn't look like it'll fall apart if you breathe on it too hard

seriously guys. if you listen to music more than like a few hours a week, and you don't get all of your music from livestreams or radios (although mine can connect to AM/FM radio), consider investing in an mp3 player. i tried out using one regularly in fall of 2021, and I haven't looked back. don't let companies drain subscription money from you

#music #mp3 player #spotify #youtube #youtube music #amazon music #itunes #apple music #music streaming #subscription services #btw this post isn't for audiophiles #i've said a lot of things here that would make an audiophile rip their hair out #i'm aware of that #this post is intended for the AVERAGE PERSON who isn't picky about getting the absolute best sound quality #but there are some high-end media players out there #sorry i just really hate spotify #and am also autistic #i have almost 600 songs on my mp3 player #<- crazy

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thebunnednun · 9 days

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 1)

I could eat this fucking man up with a golden spoon.

Art by @xuchuan25 I hope you don't mind I really love your artwork!

ITS FINALLY GETTING POSTED

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a badass, sweetheart. Sexy, cool, and confident, with a reputation that precedes you. Been friends with the stoic man for eons by now.

Everyone knows you or knows of you, and it's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine.

So what happens when you develop feelings for your old friend and boss?

What does he do when he comes home to find you in his room without your panties?

__________________Chapter 1: Veiled Emotions___________________

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a formidable force, with a demeanor that's as captivating as it is commanding. Sexy, cool, and confident, your reputation precedes you wherever you go. It's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine; it's because you're a legend in your own right.

You and Mihawk share a history that stretches back to the tumultuous days of your youth, when you roamed the seas as a pirate queen. Despite the allure of power and prestige, you turned down an invitation to be a warlord, realizing that it wasn't the path for you. Sure, you could bring anyone to their knees with ease, but you craved something more than mere conquest.

Don’t get it twisted, you could still fight with one arm tied behind your back and you kept a blade on you at all times. But you wanted to live your life and until you figured out what to do, you were on hiatus. You wanted adventure, companionship, and a sense of purpose beyond just being a good pirate. So, you took a pause from piracy, sending your crew back home with ample spoils and staying in touch through letters that serve as a testament to your leadership.

(Who can blame them? Good bosses are hard to come by!~)

As for you, you couldn’t bear the idea of sailing alone aimlessly through the grandline. What would be the point if there was no one there to share it? It would kill your love of adventure and you’d capsize your own ship before that ever happened.

You also saw the way the world was slowly going to shit and just needed a break. Over time, as a favor to your old friend, you began to take over the castle duties while he was out, handling everything from the cleaning to the paperwork with effortless grace.

You’ve been at it for about three years now.

Mihawk was a very particular man and at the same time he wasn’t. Old eagle eyes likes his wine just so and his jackets to be put away according to color. But he won’t play the worlds game on anyone else's terms but his own. That, you both have in common.

As for the warlord incident, your notoriety stemmed from an encounter with the infamous battle ax Morgan. His bruised ego led to a reckless attempt to have you arrested after you turned down his advances and refused to entertain his delusions of an exclusive relationship. Morgan couldn't handle rejection, especially from a woman as striking as you. However, you swiftly dealt with the situation, turning the tables on him in a manner that became the stuff of legends among pirates and marines alike.

In retaliation for his embarrassment, Morgan unleashed a storm of accusations, plastering your face on wanted posters across every marine outpost. Your captivating appearance, with your (H/c) locks and (E/c) eyes, only served to amplify the fervor surrounding your bounty. Despite the chaos that ensued, you stood your ground, refusing to let Morgan's vendetta dictate your fate.

It was during this tumultuous time that Mihawk extended a lifeline, offering you a sanctuary within the walls of his castle.

Having just laid off your crew, this job offered you somewhere to stay and he could provide some sort of protection while you figured things out. All in all, it was a very sweet deal.

But beneath the surface of this professional arrangement, there are tensions simmering tensions of the sexy variety. You've noticed Mihawk's lingering stares when he believes you're not watching, and felt the subtle brush of his touch as you pass each other in the grand halls of his castle.

And yet, despite the undeniable chemistry between you, neither of you has dared to act on your feelings. After all, you're the maid, and he's the master of the castle. But as the days go by and the tension between you reaches its boiling point, you find yourself wondering how much do you and your boss really care for each other?

Whether it's a late-night encounter in the dimly lit corridors of the castle or a trip to the market in the bustling streets of the nearby town, each moment serves as a reminder of the unspoken bond that exists between you. The man could live in silence if he wanted to.

But you would miss that lovely deep voice.

On a crisp morning, as Mihawk made his way through the halls of his castle, he couldn't help but notice you weren't bustling about, but your vibrant laughter was echoing through the corridors. oon, he found himself standing in the doorway of the kitchen, where you were engrossed in the task of sorting through a stack of mail, undoubtedly from your former crew members.

With a pen poised in one hand, you worked with practiced efficiency, your every movement is a testament to your grace. Across from you, a forgotten cup of coffee awaited, a silent companion to your morning routine and some left over pie from last nights dinner.

"[Name], do try to be more discreet with your antics," Mihawk remarked, amusement lacing his tone as he observed your playful demeanor. You turned to face him, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as you met his gaze.

"Oh, but where's the fun in that, 'Master' Mihawk?" you retorted, a playful smirk gracing your lips. Today, you were adorned in a cute black top paired with low-rise flared acid wash jeans, the lace crosses on the back pockets adding a touch of sexy to your ensemble.

Your ears sparkled with golden hoops and diamond studs, a testament to your bold sense of style. Around your neck, a delicate chain held a gold and slider cross, a thoughtful gift from Mihawk himself. Your fingers were adorned with an array of rings, each one a testament to your unique personality and taste.

With a touch of sparkly nude eyeshadow and deep pink lip gloss, you exuded an air of effortless beauty. Even your nails, with their French tip design and hints of pink and sage green, spoke to your attention to detail and love for all things glamorous.

Look, you’re an ex-pirate but still a pirate. You like gold, okay!

Mihawk couldn't suppress a subtle eye-roll at your retort, his stoic demeanor momentarily softened by your infectious energy. Despite the playful banter, there lingered a mutual respect in your exchange, a testament to the genuine friendship that had developed between you.

Of course, he certainly didn't allow his thoughts to wander to the sensation of your lips against his skin, despite the tempting notion.

His eyes totally didn’t flick over your lips and wonder what it would have felt like to have your sticky kisses decorate his body.

Instead, he held his typical emotionless expression and took a seat across from you. Looking at the counter he noticed you only had coffee and leftover pie for breakfast.

“Not very hungry, my dear?”

You waved your hand dismissively, eyes glued to the letter before you. “I felt kind’ve sick last night. But don't worry, Perona had a proper breakfast.” You and his young ward had become instant friends when you first arrived. She was happy to have some real company and you even gave her a key to your chambers for emergencies and late night cookies.

Mihawk acknowledged your words with a subtle nod before returning his attention to the newspaper in his hands. It was a habitual gesture that never failed to amuse you, considering his apparent disinterest in the affairs of others. Yet, despite his indifference, he maintained the routine with unwavering consistency.

As his intense gaze bore into your face, you deliberately focused on the task at hand, busying yourself with another letter and the remnants of your pie. Ordinarily, the weight of his stare might have unsettled someone, but you recognized that beneath the facade of the "greatest swordsman in the world" lay a man with his own quirks and idiosyncrasies, much like anyone else.

Spooning another bite of your pie, your cheeks offered a very pleasant rosy glow in the early morning light. When you arrived at Kuraigana Castle, you told Mihawk to ditch the darkness. Straight up refused to live in the depressing atmosphere and threatened to throw out his old dusty ass curtains if he didn’t get his shit together. Mihawk had initially resisted the changes but told you to do as you pleased when you threatened to give him and Shanks matching arms.

(That would be some Naruto and Sasuke shit right there.)

However, he was all the more glad to see your features in the light. You weren’t unbearable to his feelings either. You respected that he needed some shade and allowed the dining room to have a night blend of night. The whole of the castle was like that now with some areas being bright and cheerful and others more dark and deserted. Even Perona gravitated towards the lighter rooms to find you cleaning or simply wanting your attention.

In the quiet moments between your duties, you find yourself reflecting on the depth of your connection with Mihawk. You remember the countless times he's shown you kindness, the way he's trusted you with the inner workings of his castle, and the rare glimpses of vulnerability he's allowed you to see. And as you ponder these memories, you can't help but wonder if there's more to your relationship than meets the eye.

The man truly does value his space. Even when you would bump into old friends like a certain clown he insisted you did not swap addresses for the sake of, "That Blue haired freak," not popping up unannounced. Or how he'd always been close by when you were teenagers and running rampant with a red haired young man. The times where he would escort you to social events only to slip away with you before the party was over. It was him offering you a place to stay after becoming a wanted woman for crimes you did not commit.

Moments where you found yourself bathed in the golden warmth of his eyes.

But just as you begin to contemplate the possibilities, your mind intervenes once again. Flashing you back to a few months ago. It was a frigid winter evening when you found yourself ensconced in the castle's library, surrounded by the flickering glow of candlelight and the comforting scent of weathered tomes. The air hummed with an unspoken tension, each movement you made sending ripples of awareness through the stillness.

Winter was always harsh on you, coming from an island that never really subscribed to the notion of cold weather. You were more built for tropical weather and humid conditions. Where on one side of your island it could be raining and the other could be sunny and dry. You'd never even seen snow before until you set out as a young pirate.

The old castle was too large to light fires in all the rooms, so it made more sense to keep them limited to the common areas like the kitchens, drawing room, your bed chambers, and (of course) the library.

You were laying in the warlords lap, actually. A thick book in his hand and a left over crossword puzzle in yours. Every now and then, he would softly stroke your spine as if you were a freighted cat. You'd taken to curling up like this out of habit and because of your dislike of cold weather.

Mihawk loves personal space but you'd taken to perching on him for years. If you asked to rest your head on his shoulder, he would respond with a soft hum of agreement, though he pretended not to notice as you snuggled closer, seeking the warmth of his embrace.

Even at social gatherings, you had no qualms about stretching out your legs across his lap, feeling his big, strong hands gently resting on them for all to see. And if luck was on your side, he might even share a dance with you, his presence grounding you and filling you with a sense of contentment amidst the chaos of the party.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Mihawk breaks the silence, his voice a low, husky murmur cutting through the quiet. "You know," he begins, his words carrying a weight of sincerity, "I've always admired your compassion and resilience."

His unexpected admission catches you off guard, your breath hitching momentarily as you process his words. Gathering your composure, you respond in kind, your voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the library's hushed ambiance. "And I've always admired your grace and composure, Master Mihawk."

For an instant, the air between you crackles with an electric energy, the unspoken truths hanging palpably in the space between you. As if drawn by an invisible force, you sit a little taller, the weight of the moment pressing down upon you. Then, without warning, Mihawk reaches out, his hand enveloping yours in a gentle grasp.

A rush of warmth floods through your veins at his touch, a silent reassurance amidst the quietude of the library. His thumb traces soothing circles on the back of your hand, a gesture both comforting and intimate, before he releases you, returning to his book as if nothing had transpired.

You 'playfully' bit his large thigh over that.

Moments like that with Mihawk were rare but not uncommon somehow. You were always respected by him for your personal strength and reliance. Mihawk respected dedication and honor. You had a multitude of qualities he secretly liked, not that you were fully aware, anyway.

His voice intruded on this memory to snap you back to the present.

"Perhaps it's time we ceased this dance, [Name]," he murmurs, his gaze smoldering with a flicker of desire. "Perhaps it's time we embraced what has lingered between us all this while."

Your heart quickens its pace within your chest as you lock eyes with him, a whirlwind of thoughts cascading through your mind. In that pivotal moment, teetering on the edge of something unknown and exhilarating, you recognize the undeniable bond that binds you to Mihawk—a connection that defies the constraints of social hierarchy and ignites with an intensity that cannot be suppressed.

Or so you envisioned, until he swiftly swipes the last piece of your pie and runs from the kitchens, prompting you to vault over the counter in a spirited attempt to stab his trachea with your fork as he began running down the hallway.

“I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT, ASS-EYES!”

Making to the stairs, Mihawk closed his eyes and let out a soft hum before delving into his (your) pie, savoring each bite with a sense of contentment. Your presence offered a refreshing reprieve from the weighty responsibilities that burdened him, your playful banter injecting a lighthearted energy into the morning. You trying to stab him was thought of affectionately, as well.~

What a delightful breakfast it was within the walls of Castle Kuraigana!

Later, as Mihawk retreated to his chambers, a persistent curiosity lingered within him, tugging at the corners of his mind. What was it about you that captivated him so, he wondered? And why did your essence linger in his thoughts long after you had disappeared from his sight?

Lost in contemplation, Mihawk was roused from his reverie by a soft murmur that drifted through the open window, drawing his gaze downwards. There, he spied you and Perona engaged in conversation, your voices carrying on the breeze.

"...and I heard that he's quite taken with someone," Perona remarked mischievously, casting a glance towards the castle. The pair strolled through the tall grass grounds hand in hand, a scene that elicited a faint smile from Mihawk. He could tell from your firm steps that you had decided to go barefoot. Your quirks never failed to amuse him.

In the spring and summer, you had a steadfast refusal to wear anything other than cute heeled sandals or durable tennis shoes. This wasn't just a matter of practicality; it was a reflection of your upbringing on an island where both children and adults embraced the freedom of going barefoot during the hot months. The fact that Mihawk effortlessly recalled these details about you spoke volumes about the depth of his observations, even if he didn't consciously realize it.

Unconsciously, he found himself craning his neck so you may take up his vision.

As Perona guided you through the tall grass, she paused at a patch of wild daisies, prompting a soft chuckle to escape your lips. Your gaze drifted into the distance as you replied, "Well, I suppose we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

Mihawk felt a sudden skip in his typically cold heart at your words, a glimmer of hope stirring within him. Could it be that you harbored feelings for him as well? The mere thought sent a rush of warmth through his veins, fueling his resolve to uncover the truth behind your feelings.

With a newfound determination, Mihawk silently vowed to delve deeper into the enigma of your emotions, eager to unravel the mysteries of your heart.

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eddiemunson-fanfic · 2 years

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Best friends don't know the way you taste

Eddie Munson x Plus Size FM Reader

Warnings; Oral (F recieving)

Since Tumblr decided to delete it, I'll upload it again, since some was asking about it ^^

Part 2

“Hey Y/N!, wait up!" Eddie screamed across the parking lot at school, seeing you walking down the road with Dustin and Mike, running towards you. It made your heart melt seeing him happy to see you. You smiled at him and bumped his shoulder with yours when he stood beside you. "Still out of shape, Munson?" you teased, smiling at him while he bent over to get his breathing under control.

"I thought you said you started working out?" Mike laughed at him. That made him look up at Mike and scoff. "Says the virgin!" Eddie teased, leaning up and ruffling Mike' hair. "Am not!" he said, pale face, looking up at Eddie.

Eddie just laughed at his expense and took your arm, walking linked with each other down the road towards the entry of the school.

"I have a question btw” he said, leaning into your ear, and while he did so you felt his hot breath on your neck, and you got goosebumps all over. He knew that was a weakness of yours, because you shared everything with him. And so did he with you.

“Do you wanna join me for a concert this saturday, princess?" Eddie asked, almost seeming nervous all of a sudden, stopping in front of your locker. You looked up at him, curiosity clear on your face. "Of course, what band are we seeing?" you smiled at him, watching him relax when you answered him. He got so excited he just leaped his arms around you and hugged you tight, you squealed in his arms, laughing.

“That’s a surprise for Sat..” he said before getting interrupted by the biggest bitch in school.

"FUCKING FREAKS!" You heard someone scream at you, walking past. Eddie held onto you, turning around to where the sound came from, and rolled his eyes.

“You jealous, Carver?” He said, squeezing you tighter, making you laugh more. Jason just looked at you and rolled his eyes before he “puked” and walked away. Eddie smiled deeply, looked at you, and kissed your cheek, putting you down on the ground again so you could get your books for the first period.

“You’re not gonna get your books?” you asked Eddie, looking at him while he was leaning into the locker beside yours. You already knew the answer when you saw his smirk. “Nah, I’m just gonna look at yours if I need to, princess” he said, smiling. You just shook your head at him. Of course he would only look at yours if he needed, that was what he always did.

You’ve been best friends since kindergarten anyways. He looked at you like you were his own sister of some sort. And Wayne was like a father to you. You never really had any father figure to look up to, so Wayne did most of the fathery things with you growing up. Seeing that you also were neighbors with each other.

You always used to go over to his trailer for whatever reason. Bored? Eddie’s trailer. Hungry? Eddie’s trailer. Felt sad? Eddie’s trailer. Had problems at home? Eddie’s trailer. DIdn’t find anything fun to do at home? Eddie’s trailer.

And whenever you actually didn’t go inside? You guys ran around the park exploring like some idiots who’ve never seen anything else but the inside of a trailer. You were pirates together, you played house (how clichè), police, dog and cat, you name it. You were basically joined at the hip. And when you grew up, you started getting interested in D&D, and played a lot together. Started this group together called Hellfire. Eddie’s wish, of course, since he was the dungeon master, and got to decide what we should call it.

“Eddie!” someone squealed, and you knew right away who it was before she leaped into his arms. “Hi darling” he said, holding onto her, smiling. “Someone’s happy today” he said. which made her giggle.

Chrissy. His first crush ever. He always had a weak spot for her. And ever since she started buying drugs from him, they became close. Too close for your liking, but you told yourself that he was your best friend. He would never ditch you. You hoped.

You looked at them, and thought to yourself that they were kinda cute together. You cringed at yourself and just shook your head. “Bye” you said, closing your locker, walking to first period, not wanting to look at Chrissy and Eddie getting cozy.

~~~~~~

Lunch came, and you didn’t really want any food today, so you walked out to the woods where you and Eddie always used to sneak off to, to smoke some weed or just get away from the people at school. But it was also a place where Eddie used to sell drugs to people at school. You needed some puffs before the rest of the day went on.

You walked until you found the bench in the clearing of the woods. You smiled when you saw your best friend had the same idea you had. He sat on the bench, rolling a blunt when you came walking towards him. He freaked out and thought you were a teacher or something, so he tossed what he had in his hands on the ground, with his hands up, surrendering himself. You chuckled looking at his frightened face.

“Relax dipshit, it’s just me” you said, which made him relax right away when he heard your voice.

“One can never be too sure if you're safe or not!” he exclaimed theatric, picking up his stash again. You just shook your head and laughed.

“Got one of those for me too?” He looked up at you and smiled, giving you the joint he finished rolling.

We can share, can’t we?” he asked, and you smiled back at him.

“Of course we can! we always do” you chuckled, lighting the joint between your fingers and taking a long drag off it.

“Just what mommy needed” you laugh, exhaling the smoke, looking at Eddie. You saw something in his eyes change when you looked at him.

“Something wrong?” you asked, catching him off guard. “Uhm” he coughed. “No, not at all” he said, sending you one of his popular smirks.

That was certainly strange. He acted strange, but you let it slide. For now.

~~~~~

You were in your bedroom doing your makeup, ready for the concert Eddie was taking you to when your mom called your name.

“Y/N! Eddie’s here!” she screamed. “Send him up!” you said, and before you could even finish your sentence, Eddie stood in your doorway, whistling. “Damn girl, you clean up good”

Oh, and so do you, you thought to yourself, looking at him standing there in his leather jacket you loved so much, and his famous black ripped jeans. You could smell his vanilla shampoo from where you stood, with a tiny hint of weed and cigarettes making their way towards you.

“Stop it, Munson” you warned, scolding him. “Sorry, just telling the truth” he said, his hands up, in defence. “You’ve seen me like this several times.” You said, pointing to your outfit, eolling your eyes at him too. He walked towards your bed and sat down. He even bought you this skirt one time. “You don’t remember the skirt?” you said, doing a twirl for him. You could hear him gulp.

“I think your ass has grown during the summer” he said, sounding as he struggled breathing, you looked at him puzzled before you turned around and looked at your butt in the mirror.

“You’ve seen my ass before dipshit, it’s not that big of a deal” you laughed it off, kinda impressed about how nice your ass looked. But he was definitely right, it had grown during the summer, and you admired yourself in the mirror for a sec.

“Which band are we seeing today?” you said to change the subject. Turning to Eddie again, you saw him taking something out of his pocket and handing it to you. It was the tickets for tonight's show. You couldn’t believe your own eyes as you looked at the tickets with your favorite band’ name on it. You looked up at him in surprise, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“No shit!” you exclaimed, looking at him. He just smiled at you. “Happy early birthday” he said. You ran into his arms and started crying from joy. “You’re serious?!” you said, holding onto him. He caressed your back, laughing at your expense.

“I’m as serious as can be, princess!” he said, and you pulled away a bit to look him in the eyes. You couldn’t catch yourself before you kissed him. His eyes popped, but he returned the kiss.

When you caught yourself and remembered what you were doing, you pulled away from him and looked at the floor awkwardly, jumping off his lap.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

He chuckled, coughing a bit.

“It’s okay, I would probably do the same if I got that excited” the statement made you look at him. “No harm done, darling” he said, standing up and wrapping his arms around you, making you relax in an instant.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“We better get going if we’re gonna make it in time” he said, kissing the top of your head.

~~~~~~

“I still can’t believe you got us tickets!” you exclaimed, tossing your cigarette butt into the ashtray he had in his car.

“When I heard they were coming to Dallas, I had to make sure I got tickets for you.” he said, placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair.

“Hey!” you said, pushing his hand away from your head. “I did a lot of work to get it this perfect!” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder for the dramatics. He just laughed at you and continued driving.

“I hope it was a good birthday present, even if you don’t have your birthday before next week”

“Are you kidding me? I’m gonna see my favorite band ever, with my favorite person ever!” you said, smiling like an idiot. “It couldn’t be better!” you exclaimed, looking at him, and you swore you could see his eyes getting glossy with tears.

"How did you even afford it?" you asked him, and he chuckled. "That's none of your concern" he winked, and you rolled your eyes at him. You let him be with it for now, but it didn't stop your wonder as to how he could afford something like that at all.

When you arrived at the venue, you could barely sit still. After all these years being a fan of Metallica, you finally get to see them live. You and Eddie were talking about seeing them live several times, never knowing if it would be happening or not. And finally, after all these years, you have the opportunity. And the best part is that Eddie is with you. Your best friend of all time were gonna see your favourite band with you.

~~~~~~

After the concert, you both were pretty tired, and drunk. You stumbled together out of the venue, laughing for yourself. High on both life and weed. It was the best experience ever.

Eddie stood behind you during the show, and you hsd the opportunity to stand close to the stage. You were first in line, and Eddie held onto your waist from time to time to not get seperated from you.

You looked back at him several times during the show, and could barely believe it. He was there with you. Your heart was so full of love, you swear your heart would burst.

As you guys stumbled through the crowd on the outside of the venue, you held eachothers hands, or whatever you could get a hold off.

“I love you man” you said, slurring your words to Eddie, who held onto your shoulder, holding himself up with the help of you. He laughed and looked at you.

“I don’t think I can drive us home again” he said, and you looked at him.

“Fuck, what we gonna do now?” you asked, and looked around you.

“We camp, my van, tonight” he said, hiccuping between words. Which made you laugh even more. You just nodded, and walked towards the van.

He opened the door for you as good as he could, and you climbed in. In the heat of the moment he slapped your ass, and it made you burst out in laughter. And Eddie climbed in after you, stumbling in his own feet, falling on top of you, you still laughing.

“Why everything so funny” you laughed, snaking your arms around Eddie, cuddling up to him. He laid down beside you, laughing, grabbing you and snuggling into you. You laid your head on top of his chest and inhaled his scent.

His foot reached for the door and slammed it shut, and his head fell onto the floor beside you. He huffed, and laughed.

“Thank you” you said, kissing his chest without thinking about what you were doing. You looked up at him, and the look he gave you back was enough to make you horny. Never breaking eye contact, you felt bold and climbed on top of his lap. He looked surprised for a bit, but soon his hands found your thighs and held onto them while you reached down towards his neck, and kissed him right under his ear. It made him moan softly by the touch.

Don’t do anything you’ll regret was circling around in your head, but you didn’t give a shit. You kissed and sucked on his neck, making him moan in response. Oh how you loved the sounds he made. If you could hear them all the time, it would be enough for you to survive. You wanted to make it your quest to make him moan for you.

You could feel his erection poking through his jeans, and you couldn’t help yourself from rocking slowly back and forth, earning more moans from him.

His hands found their way up to your breasts and cupped them both. He reached around to unclasp your bra, but he noticed very quickly you weren’t wearing any. “Fuck” he moaned into your kiss. He cupped your tits through your shirt and squeezed and pinched your hard nipples, knowing you liked it that way because you told him once that you came just by almost doing that to yourself.

This made you moan softly, rocking harder on his lap. He took your hair into his fist and pulled your face up from his neck, looking into your eyes, and you could see that his eyes were filled with lust and desire. He crashed his lips into yours and kissed you eagerly and passionate, swallowing your moans with his mouth.

“You taste so good” he moaned into your mouth between kisses. You could feel your panties getting drenched just by that statement alone. Fuck, you’ve been craving this for so long. And by the eagerness from him, you almost make yourself believe that he's been craving you just as bad.

“I wanna taste you” he says eagerly, pulling away from your kiss. You look at him puzzled.

“Lay down” he demands of you, and you do as you’re told. With eager hands he explores your body. Touching you everywhere he can, until he lifts your skirt and feels your dampened panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby”

He lays down beside you, kissing you behind your ear, which you love so much. He cricled your sensitive bud on the outside of your panties. Kissing your neck, sucking on it. Only thing you manage to do is moan. “Oh Eddie, please” you moan.

He stopped, looking up at you. “Please what, princess?” he says, kissing your jaw, smirking as he goes.

“I want you” you say, trying to pull him closer, even if it’s not possible to get closer. “Where baby, I need you to use your words and tell me”

“Finger me” you breathe.

He didn’t waste any time, he crawled over so he was between your thighs, stroking up the inside of your thighs, making you shiver with the touch. He pushed his nose to your pussy, sniffing. “You even smell awesome” he says, looking up at you, licking his lips.

“Such pretty panties too” he says, brushing your pussy with his fingers, making you moan with the touch before he buried his face between your thighs. You were a moaning mess already, and you were sure you could come just by the sight of Eddie between your thighs. Damn it was a nice view to say the least. Your hands entangled in his hair, pressing his face closer to your pussy, as if it was possible. You tugged at his hair, earning a moan from him, which sent vibrations through your entire body.

“I wanna suck you” you breathed, getting his attention. The way he looked up at you through his lashes, while he was eating you out was euphoric.

He didn’t care about what you said at all. He was really going to town with eating you out. He ate you out like he never knew anything else.

He ate you out like it was the last he would do if he ever knew any better. He was so devoured by you, by your taste.

Your hands was tangled in his hair and he moaned slightly when you pulled at it, making him more addicted to eating you out.

"I'm gonna cum" you moaned slightly, and he looked up at you through his lashes, and you could feel him smile against your pussy.

He winked at you, and inserted two fingers into your pussy and you gasped by the feeling.

You could feel the heat rise in your lower belly, and you came undone on his fingers so hard, your legs were shaking, clenching his head between your legs.

He let you rode out your high on his face, and came up to your face and kissed you when your vody relaxed again. You looked at him as he hovered above you, smiling down at you before his lips crashed onto yours.

You could taste yourself of his tongue as he kissed you tenderly. But the kiss broke off to soon before he laid down beside you and motioned for you to come close.

You scooted towards his open arms, and snuggled close.

"You're the best friend I could ever get" you smile against his chest, and he chuckles.

"I don't think best friends know the way you taste" he chuckles, stroking your hair.

You smile a bit by his statement, and snuggles closer to him.

"Thank you, for everything" you say, snuggling into his embrace as he kissed your forehead, chuckling lightly as his breath became heavy with sleep. So did yours, and you fell asleep in his arms, while he held you close.

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