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Capricorn Season Chapter Eleven

Hey, y’all, I know it’s been a couple weeks! I ask that you forgive me, I have been really busy. I had finals and then graduation and now I have a new job working as a groundskeeper so I am SUPER tired all the time. I have many more of these chapters ready, they just need spiffing up and outfit posts!

But, anyway, getting into the story: we join the two lovers once more. They are not as happy as the last time we saw them... There is angst! This chapter is from Gwen’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

It was 7 am and we were already fighting. I don't even know how it got started, honestly. I just wanted to talk to him about tour and now it's dissolved into this terrible animosity. I suppose it's my fault. When he didn't give me the answer I wanted to hear I just shut down. I don't even know why I asked that stupid question.

"Hey, Jimmy?" I asked as the sun peaked through the clouds.

"Yes, love?" His voice was soft and thick, laden with sleep. He'd just gotten up, but I'd been awake for almost an hour. Just thinking. All I could do was think. The thoughts buzzed around in my head like a mad fly trying to escape a sealed jar. I knew today was the mark of something important. This was the beginning of the end for us. It would be our last day together. He was going to dump me after today. I knew it. I could feel it in my bones. "What's going to happen when you go on tour?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and I didn't know if that was from fear or grogginess. "Christ, love, why do you women pick the worst times to have these talks?" His laugh did not hide his true feelings. His words were harsh and hurt me. Why was I so goddamn sensitive? For the last two days, every scrape felt like a gash. My heart was exposed and bleeding, waiting in bated breath for Jimmy to make a move. I felt like a cornered animal. I just wanted to do something. I wanted him to clarify what we were, if we were a couple or if it was more serious. I was trapped in a hellish purgatory, waiting for him to reassure me. I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I was far too impatient to wait for him any longer. He was leaving today. He won't be gone for long, this time. They'll actually have a number of shows in the UK. They won't be going to Finland until February. Perhaps it's dramatic, but I am very sad that I will no longer have him all to myself. They'll be touring, having rehearsals more often, and going to parties. I know this stretch of solitude couldn't last forever, but I want to hold onto it a little bit longer. I guess last night was a great way to end things. But I couldn't help but feel terrible about the whole situation. I was afraid of the future. We weren't on stable footing and I didn't want to make any sudden movements. We'd been spending so much time together and I only grew to like him more. I didn't want to fuck this up, but I knew this was the beginning of the end. Jesus, I'm so nervous that I can't even think! My head is like a cloudy airline runway, filled with thoughts coming and going without a clear path. "Well, this is kind of the last time I have to talk to you about something serious," I said. "That's not true. I will be home almost every day still. I will just be gone sometimes. I will see you often. And we can talk and laugh and dance, just like always. You're not losing me and I'm not losing you." His arms were around me now. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke. "I guess you're right. I just feel..." "Insecure?" My face burned. "Well, you don't have to be so honest. Of course, I'm insecure. You're Jimmy Page. I'm afraid I'm going to lose this wonderful thing we've built. Or that you're not going to want to continue it when you get back." "That is simply not going to happen. You're the one I have eyes for, my love. And I want to spend all my time with you. If I could shirk my responsibilities, I would gladly rot in this bed with you," He turned to me, admiring my features, "I think we would look quite nice all moldy together." I ended his attempt at trying to turn things lighthearted. "I have something else I need to ask. You're going to be gone for a while, on the road, without me. And there will be women throwing themselves at you endlessly." I rambled, looking down at my hands. It is so incredibly awkward being honest with him, especially when I feel that he doesn't care. I don't feel he wants to have these conversations with me. He looks pained when I bring them up. Was I annoying him? Was I upsetting him? "Are you asking if I'll be sleeping with other women?" He was frank. Too frank. He spoke of it like it was normal. He was thinking about this already. "Yes. And I know you will. And I'm okay with that. I've accepted that. I mean, Christ, I'm sure you've slept with other people just in the time that we've been together but-" "Woah, hold on there, love. I haven't. I told you I've only got eyes for you."

"It's okay if you're sleeping with other people. We're not married. But I need you to be honest. I want to hear you say it." "Yes, I will be sleeping with other people." I let out a shaky breath. Okay, that was good. That was a good step. Honesty. From us both. "I just need to know that you'll be mine when you return." I tried to lay a thick coat of sugar over my words. I didn't know if it was for his comfort or my own. "Oh, darling, of course, I'll be yours. I belong to you, and you to me. I meant what I said. I wouldn't have said it otherwise." His eyes were serious. I looked into the expanse of light, muddy green. I could get lost in them, and I often do. Just staring into the caverns of his irises. I could set up camp there. No food, water, or sleep. Just his wistful gaze and the wrinkling of his cheeks as he smiles back at me. But it wasn't enough when I felt so terrible. He couldn't reassure me, not when he admitted he would be sleeping with other women when I was already so upset. Why couldn't he see it was about more than sex? I wanted him to be my home, I wanted to curl around him and block out anyone but us. I wanted life to continue on how it was now, I wanted to live as if we were meant to be and the world was ours. His leaving threatened any sense of normalcy I had managed to create in this strange dynamic. I felt like he had kicked me in the chest. We had breakfast soon after that disaster of a talk. It was a simple spread of eggs, bagels, fruit, and tea. I wasn't very hungry. He made my plate, which would have been a cute gesture if I didn't want to hit him, or jump into his arms and cry, I couldn't tell which would make me feel better. I looked around at the house, the one we'd built this relationship in, and saw now that was disheveled and small. The wallpaper was suddenly tackey and the floors needed sweeping. There it was, that old familiar feeling. Anxiety had inched its way up my body and sat on my chest, leaning over my face and laughing as I emoted in terror. I was scared and it was the anxiety's fault. I clenched my hands and tried to breathe, but I couldn't with this creature weighing me down. I was quiet, choosing to put my focus on breathing properly and appearing normal. I had a conflict of interest now, wanting him to dote on me and ask what was wrong, but also wanting to either appear fine or disappear entirely. "Are you sure we're okay?" He asked, trying his best to swallow a mouthful of egg. "Yeah," I said, lying through my teeth. Nothing was okay. He was leaving, leaving me, abandoning me for tour. He was going to be sleeping with other women and I'd be but an afterthought. I'd be a fond memory of a soon forgotten time. He'd move on to better things and I wondered if I would too. I was suddenly angry, filled with rage at the thought of him living a better life without me. I was angry because he got to be happy and I didn't, he was living it up while I was heartbroken. "Gwen?" He broke me from these thoughts. I had spiraled momentarily, picturing an unknown future that detailed our heartbreak. "Yeah?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I just want to make sure. I don't think you were very happy with my answer to your question." Yeah, no shit! "No, it's fine." I pushed my food around, watching it slither across my plate as I bit my lip. "Okay. I feel better now." Yeah, I bet you do... We spent the rest of our day lazing around. He wanted to spend the remaining time doing what we always do, which is nothing. I was bored and disgruntled. My clothes felt uncomfortable, the blanket was scratchy, and his usually comforting arms were cumbersome and constricting. I wiggled my way from his grasp and sat freely on the other end of the couch. He gave me a puzzled look and reached for my hand, which I begrudgingly took. I didn't want him to pretend. I wanted him to get it over with already and break up with me. We played this ridiculous game of cat and mouse until he got fed up with it. I could tell he was getting annoyed with my behavior but was trying to be polite. "Okay, love, I want to get ready. Will you come upstairs and help me dress for the day?" I looked at his angelic face and wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he was doing this to me, why he was leaving me. But that all went away when I looked at his face. He was so beautiful, so innocent. He was like a fawn, just looking into your eyes and begging for something. I hadn't figured out what he was begging for, but that look was there. "Sure." I followed him up the stairs and huffed the whole way. Of course, he wanted me to help him pack his stuff and get ready. He was going to ask for my advice, rope me into folding his clothes and picking out what accessories would pair well, and then he would kick me out. He would laugh as I cried and watch from the window as I sulked to my car. I could see in his eyes that he was waiting for this. Well, I wasn't going to be a fool. I knew this little game. I knew what he wanted to do and I was going to get ahead of him. I was going to leave him before he could leave me. "What do you think about this?" He asked. My heartbeat was thumping in my chest. My breathing was speeding up. My nails tapped against my leg. I chewed on my lip. This was it, this was the commencement of the crescendo. "Yeah, it looks good," I said absentmindedly. I couldn't think seriously about it. I didn't even see what he was wearing. "Are you sure? I think this top looks a bit silly with these trousers. Maybe I just need to put a scarf over the whole thing. What do you think about this one?" I wanted to laugh, I felt the urge in the pit of my stomach. Him and those stupid scarves, I thought. But I didn't laugh because nothing about how I felt was funny. I just shrugged and kept picking at the edge of my sock. "Okay, what is your problem? You've been off all day and I keep asking if you're alright and you keep saying yes, but obviously that's not true." "It is true! I'm fine." I insisted. Who was he to tell me when I was fine or not? He didn't even know me. "It doesn't seem like it. So, if you need to tell me something, just tell me." I hesitated. Was I really about to tell him this was over? Would that qualify as fucking this up? Maybe I was fucking this up already. Maybe my insistence on being fine was in the vein of fucking things up. Maybe. I shrugged. "You don't know?" "No." "No, you don't know, or no you do know?" "No, I don't know. I don't know!" "Well, then tell me what is the matter." He was looking at me, confusion on his face. A print scarf was still tied around his neck. He was wearing dark bell bottoms and a familiar shirt. "Is that my shirt?" I asked, my voice rising in volume. "Yeah. Is that a big deal?" "Yeah, it is! You're just going to leave on tour and take my shirt?" "I'm not leaving on tour. I'll be back later tonight!" "Yeah, yeah, it starts with that, but then you're going to be gone! You're going to be gone and you'll have my shirt. You'll have my shirt and I'll have nothing. So go ahead and have fun on tour. Have fun abandoning me and have fun tonight wearing my shirt!" I stood from his bed and stomped over to the door, slamming it behind me. My heart was racing, beating more rapidly than I'd ever felt. My mind was running just as fast, filled with regret, sadness, and anger. I hadn't felt so many complex emotions before. "Gwen, wait! Gwen!" He called after me as I ran down the stairs. I sailed toward the front door and made it to my car as quickly as my legs would carry me. He stood in the doorway and called out my name. I looked at him, still wearing my shirt and the scarf. He looked just as adorable as ever, just as sweet as the day I'd met him. But that was over now. It had to be. "Gwen, please, just wait!" He cried out, walking toward me as I pulled out and drove off.

When I returned I could hear Lucy's chattering meows. "Hello, I know it's been a minute since I've been home." I sat my things on the counter and let her run into my arms. She was very self-sufficient, spending much time alone these past few months. But that was over now. "Oh, Lucy, I'm sorry I neglected you. I promise I won't ever leave your side again. It'll just be me and you forever." She rubbed her face into my hands and on my legs, purring as her eyes closed in contentment. The space around me was disheveled. That's another reason I hadn't let Jimmy see it yet. Records, photos, art, and books sat on every available surface. And although this wasn't too unlike the boathouse, I didn't want him to see it like this. I am usually very good at decorating and making sure things are in order. But my life had been anything but orderly lately. And it's not like I had my own cleaning lady.

Maybe it wasn't the mess that kept me from letting him in. The mess was a mask, an excuse. If I told myself it was too messy for him to see, I would never have to let him into my world. My apartment would remain a perfect shelter from the reality of our relationship. If you could even call it that.

I don't think I realized how much it was fucking me up that we were so ambiguous. What were we? Friends with benefits? Lovers? Soulmates? Dating? It didn't make any sense to me. I wanted it to. So badly did I want Jimmy to make sense to me. It felt right, but it didn't make sense. His hands cupped my jaw like they were chiseled from one block of alabaster marble as if we were meant to touch. His body wrapped around mine perfectly, like wind in trees. We seemed to be so perfect, but we weren't anything. I wasn't anything to him, it seemed.

The rest of my day was spent cleaning. My Virgo tendencies were on full display, I felt motivated and full of energy. I needed something to distract me. As I sorted through stacks of clutter, I came across a box of sentimental items. Tucked inside were old photos from school and family events. Along with some flowers from my first ever date and my diplomas. One for photography and another for psychology. I gave a laugh before throwing it back into the box. Oh, how useful they have been. Although I didn't get the job I wanted in psychology, college was still an integral part of my life. I'm glad that I went. Looking back on it now, it was a good time. Without the guidance and housing, I don't know where I would be. I would not be in this situation, that's for sure. Without the experience of juvenile and naïve love, I may not be so charming and deft as I am now. And it was in a tiny dorm room at Berkeley that I suffered my first heartbreak. It felt and looked much different than now, but was looming and saddening all the same. It shaped me and molded me into the person I am today. Without the enlightenment from Dominic, I also wouldn't be in the grand civil parish of Winnersh. Consequently only a 24-minute drive from Pangbourne. I hadn't divulged any information about my past lovers. I didn't feel it was appropriate yet. We weren't that invested. Or perhaps we were, but I was denying it. It all feels so weird. Being so intertwined and fated, but having so little time to get used to each other. I didn't feel that I could pour into him yet. I needed time to warm up to his reactions and feelings. He seemed so at ease with me. So peaceful. I hadn't seen him that way with his friends or even at rehearsal. The only time he looked the same was in the music room, strumming away on his guitars. His often pensive look always warmed my heart. This could be because he is such a contrast to my aforementioned ex-lover. Dominic had an impatient eye. His gaze never stayed long on any subject, especially me. He was a selfish person. And I never adjusted to that. Every time his eyes fell on me I could feel the way he saw me. Small. Like he was measuring all the ways I wasn't enough. And I didn't feel that with Jimmy. He was driven. He was the most ambitious and focused person I had ever met. When he looked at me, he only saw me. He didn't see an equation that totaled my worth for the day. But how could I trust him when I'd been so hurt in the past? What am I doing? Comparing these two was like comparing apples to oranges. Dominic was a boy. At 19, we didn't know who we were. And after all the years past, who was I to say who he is now? We were so unfinished back then. Although I doubt he could do the amount of growth I have done. It seemed to be expected of me, and praise-worthy for him. And Jimmy is an adult, a full-grown person who has a home and a career. Something I never had with Dominic. We could play house in our dorms all we wanted, but it was never real. And this finally felt real. The relationship I had with Jimmy was starting to become tangible and three-dimensional and that scares me. A pang of guilt coursed through me. I remembered that thought I had right before I went off about my shirt, the idea that I could be fucking things up. And now I knew I had fucked things up. Then I remembered Jimmy's face as he stood in the doorway. He looked confused and hurt. And now I felt like shit. Memories were flickering in my eyes. I was a haunted house, occupied by the spirits of my past failures. This was not a foreign feeling, I was used to being visited by those who've hurt me. But it was how these recollections were coming that were especially painful. It was gripping and crushing, the way the memories came. I was immediately struck, now on my knees with the ailment of nostalgia. Nothing was okay without Dominic, not for a long time. When things were bad between us, I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest and eaten before me. I felt that this horrible thing was happening to us, but in reality, it was happening to me. He was the horrendous rumble in the pit of my stomach, the sleepless nights of worry. He was the bad thoughts and the reason the hall light needed to be on. He awakened something in me that I tried to shove down. The little child in me that I wanted to stay dormant. He brought her out, gave her a dance, and then left her to find a new partner. He abandoned me. Not in the literal sense, I was the one who wanted to end things. But he gave up. He threw in the towel when things got hard, even when I was still giving my all. And I was so blind that I didn't see it until it was too late. The damage was already done. And my heart was left broken without a reason why. And then I was left to clean everything up. I had to sweep up the broken pieces he left behind. I felt the same way now. But it was different, it was deeper than the flesh wound Dominic had inflicted. I was terrified of history repeating itself. This was the fear forever in the back of my mind. I was worried this fate would befall Jimmy and me. If I'd fucked it up once, I could do it again. And I didn't want that for us. I thought that if I played it safe, I could keep that from happening. But I see every day that my fear is not productive, not keeping from the pain. It was driving us apart each day, my walls jamming a wedge in our relationship. But, that is the thing about walls. Once they are up, they are almost impossible to take down. And I certainly didn't feel it was in my power to take them down. How could I trust someone when they were so unstable? How could I let someone in whom I don't really know? I was becoming increasingly afraid of impending abandonment, imagined or not. Jimmy's starting tour marked the end of our domestic bliss. We were no longer two lovers stuck in a bubble of solitude. He had business, he had a job to do. I did as well, and I often left his house to attend to my duties. But I always returned, always thought of him while I developed photos for other people. But he wasn't going to be just half an hour away. Some days he would be two hours, ten hours, or three days away. And that didn't sit right with me. No matter how much he reassured me, I would be wary of his absence. I don't know if or how he could blame me. I spent the rest of my day fighting off a heavy feeling of anxiety in my chest. The thumping beat of my pain had returned. Turbulence in our relationship was bringing up these old feelings. I was worried about what he would be doing. Was he with another woman? Was he thinking of me? It all swirled around my head and crashed into my body in waves of paranoia. I couldn't wait to be in the salvation of his arms once more. To be on solid ground. I wished to be in his embrace so I could forget all the horrible ways I'd been hurt. I wanted him to look into me, all the bad parts, the things that hurt, and soak them up. I wanted him to love me so much it took the pain away. The phone ringing caught my attention. It was a shrill and terrible sound that annoyed me any time it rang. But now I was more nervous than angry as I dashed to answer. I had to work my way through the clutter than was on the floor, but I made it.

"Hello?" I asked, praying Jimmy was on the other end. "Hello, love." It was him. He sounded somber. He sniffled as he spoke. Another wave of guilt. I'd made him cry? "Um, hi, Jimmy. What's up?" I tried to sound nonchalant. I don't think it worked. I was far too desperate to hear his voice. I couldn't hide my infatuation.

"I'm just calling because I want to make sure we're alright. I can't go to my show knowing you are upset." I could hear him fiddling with something in the background. He was nervous. He liked to pace and pick at things when he was nervous. If he's nervous, that means he cares, right? He wouldn't be worried if his feelings were genuine.

"I'm fine."

He sighed. It was deep and pained. "You know as well as I do that's not true. So why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"I-I don't know. I can't tell you."

"Can you try?"

Now I was sighing. This was all so confusing. Why couldn't I get it out? Why couldn't I just tell him I was afraid he was going to leave? It wasn't so hard. I knew how to say the words, so why wouldn't they come out? I felt like screaming at myself. I was floating over my body, looking down at the top of my head as I stood by the phone. Idiot!

"Are you upset that I'm sleeping with other people?"

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

He sighed again. This one sounded angrier. He was frustrated with me, I could tell. He was mad at me. "Well, I can't help you if you won't tell me how you feel." His clipped cadence showed me everything I was already thinking. I was fucking this up and I couldn't stop.

"I am!" The pressure was getting to me. I couldn't help but let anger slip through. Anything to avoid real feeling.

"No, you're not." His tone was still curt. "What is it, huh? Do you not trust me? Have I not shown you that I'm a safe person to talk to?"

"No, you have. I just can't-" I stopped myself. It was like prying a door open. I couldn't get the words to come out, no matter how hard I tried. A silence consumed me, filling both ends of the line. It was interrupted only by a sound of sniffling and shuffling. I felt tears prick in my eyes. I was hurting him and it felt like I couldn't help it. I was fucking this up. Fuck up, fuck up, fuck up!

"Can't what?"

"Can't tell you."

"Oh, for christ's sake, Gwen, can you just tell me? I have to leave for a show in twenty minutes and I need to settle this before then." His tone had settled, but there were still traces of his anger. I heard another sigh. "Would it help if I told you I felt first?"

"Maybe."

"I feel that you are upset that I'm going to be sleeping with other women. But I want to assure you that I only said that because I don't want to lie. I really like you and I don't want to fuck this up, and lying would fuck this up. So I'm sorry if it hurts you that I was honest, but that's what being with me would entail. Right now, at least."

"I appreciate the honesty."

"Do you want to tell me how you feel now?"

"I guess. Um, here goes nothin'," I was afraid. I hadn't been honest with someone, open and vulnerable, since Dominic. He shattered my heart and left me for a life he felt was better suited for him. What if I opened myself up to Jimmy, threw myself in, and became completely attached, and the same thing happened? I guess I had to take that chance if I wanted anything real with him. I would have to be real with him, "I am afraid that you'll forget about me on tour," There, that wasn't so bad, "and I'm afraid you'll want a different life than the one I could give you. I don't want you to just leave me behind and I feel like that's going to happen." I tangled the phone cord around my finger as I looked around my apartment. I closed my eyes and sighed, holding back the urge to hang the damn thing up,

"That's simply untrue, darling. I know you are nervous and have been burned before, but you'd be a fool to think that's the truth. The way I feel about you is worth more than some silly band or tour, and I say that as someone who you know is obsessed with the music. I am overjoyed that I get to spend this new chapter of my life with you. I can't wait to return from tour to see your face and feel you in my arms. I want you in my life."

"Wow. That's really sweet."

"It's the truth, love."

"Thank you for the honesty."

"Thank you for telling me how you feel. I'm sorry if I've made you feel that you can't trust me."

"No, no, nothing like that. It's me."

"Well, as long as we're on the same page and we're okay, I don't care. I just want to make sure we're okay. I can't handle you being mad at me. Not when I'm going to a show. I just can't have that. Not good for the music, not good for you, not good for me."

"Right."

"Right," he laughed. "And to top it off, I will leave you with a promise and something to look forward to. In three days we're going to spend New Year's Eve together, and we're going to have a great time."

"Yeah, we will," I smiled.

"That's right, love." I could hear him laughing some more. "Now, I have to go. I will see you soon, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, my sweet and beautiful Guinevere."

"Goodbye, James."

The line went dead and I was left with a puddle of confusing feelings. I hung up the phone. Okay, he meant what he said. He meant what he said. He had to of meant it. I just have to assume he meant it. That has to be enough. It has to be.

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samiwife · 7 months

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I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

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pageydrinkstea · 2 years

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Led Zeppelin backstage photos

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thegroovywitch · 1 year

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I: You talk of this “race against time,” Jimmy. Where do you think you’ll be at 40?

Jimmy: “I don’t know whether I’ll reach 40. I don’t know whether I’ll reach 35. I can’t be sure about that. I am bloody serious. I am very, very serious. I didn’t think I’d make 30.”

I: Why not?

Jimmy: “I just had this fear. Not fear of dying but just...wait a minute, let’s get this right. I just felt that...I wouldn’t reach 30. That’s all there was to it. It was something in me, something inbred. I’m over 30 now, but I didn’t expect to be here. I wasn’t having nightmares about it, but...I’m not afraid of death. That is the greatest mystery of all. That’ll be it, that one. But it is all a race against time. You never know what can happen. Like breaking my finger. I could have broken my whole hand and been out of action for two years.”

— By Cameron Crowe for Rolling Stone, March 13, 1975

#posting the most interesting stuff i find in interviews cause why not?#this is adorable to me #jimmy's such an introspective person #he has an amazing inner world and as all artists a fantastic imagination #and we barely talk about how beautiful he is inside #i feel like having a conversation with him could change my life #but anyways i'll post more of these cause he's like. very intelligent and i'm so in love with his mind #:’)#jimmy page #led zeppelin #classic rock #70s #by dee dee

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shiresome · 1 year

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TREV!! I miss him

TREV!! Ohh I love Trev so much. I think if we put Mort, Ron, Trev, and Warren in a room together for about half an hour, they'd figure out how to achieve world peace. I've never doodled Trev before so this was fun! Thanks for the request!

#i know a lot of people imagine trev to be older but thats fine #hes twenty in my head and heart #and on my page youre forced to succumb to my canon #(delusion)#bobs burgers #trev #fanart #bobs burgers fanart #bobs burgers trev #jimmy pesto #andy and ollie #banananaanananaaaaaaaa #shire art #LET HIM HUNT EGGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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br1ghtestlight · 6 months

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the problem with only knowing celebrities and famous comedians from voicing minor characters a few times on bob's burgers is that they'll be like incredibly famous and notable outside their role as Tina's Classmate #2 On Bob's Burgers but whenever i see people talking abt them in mainstream media im like. bob's burgers guy?? bob's burgers voice actor? 🥺

#this post is brought to you by sarah silverman FJDMDKSKSJ #imagine my surprise going on her wikipedia page expecting to see her most notable role is voicing one of the pesto twins #just to find out she dated JIMMY KIMMEL??? FOR LIKE A DECENT AMOUNT PF TIME?????#my knowledge of pop culture is Not very much<3 #txt #bob's burgers

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hipcapybara · 1 year

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this image makes me SO feral like. indescribable vibes

#I can’t imagine what either of them are thinking. this must be how edward felt #jimmy page #dave vanian #led zeppelin #the damned

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sporksarejustspoonswithafork · 1 year

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A face with no name

John Bonham x f!reader

A/N: Hi, I'm new to this fandom. My name is Thys and I'm happy to be here. first I'd like to say this is my first ever fic and I hope I did good. second @jonesyjonesyjonesy this is the girl that wanted to write a led zeppelin Christmas story but I couldn't. So yea that was it. hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: NSFW content

1971

Voices. That's all John Bonham could hear. To him his surroundings weren't really important. Not the drunken men yelling and screaming, not the smell of sweat and smoke and certainly not the other girls that were walking around. Nothing mattered except the beauty in front of him.

His eyes were focused on her and her only. Her hips swayed from side to side. He looked at the money that was tucked into the material that barely covered her backside. The stage lights shone on her beautiful skin. Her legs were in the air and her hands, with red painted nails, were wrapped around the silver pole.

Suddenly her eyes were on his. There was a sudden look she gave him. Her eyes grew dark and her gaze was

When she came down from the pole she started walking towards him in a slow but sensual pace. She knelt down, reached out and touched his chin with her finger. A small but warm smile formed on her lips as she stood up amd walked back to the middle of the podium.

A hand snapped him out of his thoughts. When he turned around he was met with the smiling face of his friend, Robert.

"You seem to be enjoying the show." He sat next to him, glass of whiskey in hand. Robert looked up at the girl on stage.

"She's the new girl I was telling you about." He said. "Lovely woman, isn't she?"

Indeed. So lovely that he couldn't look away. The music came to an end and everyone applauded her.

"I have to talk to her." John said.

Robert looked at him.

"She's gonna say no."

"How would you know?"

Robert blew the smoke from his cigarette in the air. "Jimmy said she's shy."

"Or maybe he just scared her." John said. "Just let me talk to her."

Robert sighed and called a blonde girl who was walking by. He whispered something in her ear. John saw how her face went from amused to unamused.

"Really? The newbie." She said.

"Hey, my friend insisted." Robert threw his hands in the air. The blonde looked at them both before walking away. For what seemed like minutes the blonde came back.

"She won't talk to anyone."

"Told you." Robert said.

"Now wait a minute, can you please try again." John said. The blonde rolled her hazel eyes.

"Look, if i try again you're gonna be here a long time, now excuse me i have somewhere to be." She walked away.

John sat back down.

"Ah, cheer up." Robert said. "Look around there are plenty of other beauty's." He said and winked at the girl. Robert excused himself and walked over to the girl.

Now all by himself, John took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Excuse me?" He heard a soft voice say. He looked up and froze when he saw the same pair of chocolate brown eyes from earlier.

"I heard you asked for me." She said, Her beauty was even more visible up close. She wore red lipstick, on each ear hung a diamond earring and around her neck was a gold necklace.

"I- uhm,-" John cleared his throat. "It was me who asked."

"I know." She smiled. "I just said that."

Idiot. He mentally cursed.

"Uhm i'm sorry it took so long." She said,

"No, it's alright." John said.

"We can go somewhere private, if you'd like?" She asked.

John looked around. He could spot none of his bandmates or friends.

"Lead the way." He said. The two started walking towards the back. John's eyes moved from her back to her barely covered ass to her long legs. What a woman. He thought.

They came to dimly lit hallway with several doors. She opened the second door and made her way in. John watched her as she walked in. He followed her and closed the door behind him.

When he turned around his eyes landed on the bed. She sat on the edge, her eyes were glued on him. He slowly walked over to her. As he stood in front of her he lifted her head up by the chin. There was that look again. The same look she had on the stage. The look of lust.

John's thumb brushed across her lips. He felt her hands creep up his thighs, getting closer and closer to his ass. John let out a sigh when he felt her hands brush past his ass and squeeze it a bit. Her hands then traveled to the front of his jeans, where she unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper and let it fall on the floor.

The warm touch of her hands on his thigh sent a shiver down his spine. Her hands got closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers until she lightly stroked it. A whimper left John's mouth as he felt a second stroke. A smile crept up on her red painted lips. He could see she was enjoying this.

She yanked down his boxers making his cock spring out. Her eyes landed on him before giving the tip of his cock a small kiss. John sighed. Her hand started to move up and down his cock, John threw his head back letting out a moan.

Her hands felt so good on his cock. He grabbed her arm for support. The strokes became faster.

"Don't stop." John moaned. "Please don't-"

But she stopped. John was confused. He was about to say something until he felt her mouth wrap around his cock.

"Oh fuck." John cried out. He felt his cock twitch as she swirled her tongue around it. The sounds from his mouth went from moans to whimpers. His head was spinning, his heart was racing and his vision became blurry. This girl was making him go crazy. He looked down at her. She looked so beautiful.

The moment he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, his grip on her arm became a bit tighter. He suddenly felt hot. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in. His cock hit the back of her throat one more time before bobbing her head even faster. John suddenly felt his orgams approach.

"I'm-" he tried to speak but couldn't. She took him all in one last time and that was enough for him to let out a long loud groan and release into her mouth. He watched as she swallowed all of him, never breaking eye contact. John was exhausted. He leaned forward, almost falling over.

"Woah there tiger." She said. That voice of hers was music to his ears. She helped him sit down on the bed.

"You know, you should come visit me more often." She said and touched his chin.

John nodded. He heard her chuckle. She patted his back, stood up and made her way to the door. He saw her turn around one last time.

"See you later, tiger." She said and with that she was gone. John, who was still in a daze, fell onto the bed. Then he realized he forgot something. He forgot to ask her for her name.

Tag list : @jonesyjonesyjonesy @foreverandadaydarling

#john bonham #john bonham x reader #led zeppelin #robert plant #jimmy page #john paul jones #led zeppelin fanfic #led zepplin imagines

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Capricorn Season Chapter Thirteen

It’s Jimmy’s birthday! We join the lovers for the Royal Albert Hall show and a party afterward. This chapter is written from Jimmy’s POV. There is some time/POV play with different parts

Word Count: 7k

"Darling, you look ravishing." My words echoed through the room as I stood in the doorway. She turned to look at me, dropping the hairbrush she was using before.

"You're such a charmer." Her smile was warm. She continued to brush her face with various powders and pencils. I stood behind her and watched. A simple brown shimmer coated her lids. It looked nice in contrast with her skin and perfectly complimented her hair. Black rested on her lashes and lined her eyes, defining the almond shape. After a swipe of red lipstick, she was finished.

Her eyes flashed to mine in the reflection of the mirror. "What do you think?"

"You look much better than I do."

She laughed at my jest, standing from her chair. "You're gonna have to move so I can finish getting dressed." My hands were on her shoulders, keeping her in place. "I want to look at you," I smirked, admiring her frame. Absolutely beautiful.

She stopped squirming for only a moment, allowing me to catch a real glimpse of her. She wore a black dress with a white collar, complete with a bow in the middle and ruffled lace on the sleeves. Her full lips were painted a deep color that made me ache to have them against mine. I wanted desperately to smudge her lipstick, to show everyone who she belonged to.

"Okay?"

Her gentle voice danced around me, settling into my hair before dissipating.

"Okay." Words slipped from my mouth without notice. All I could focus on was her beautiful appearance. My view outside of her clouded, turning black as I settled into tunnel vision. I could feel new color coming to my face.

"Move!" She was giggling now, shoving me from her way. I was forced into reality, leaving my cloud state. I was no longer floating in the space where only she existed. "I'm sorry."

"You're being weird. Are you okay?" She slipped black boots onto her feet.

"I'm feeling alright. A little nervous."

"Well, you shouldn't be," She came closer to me now, her arms hung around my neck, clasped by her hands at my nape. "Because you're going to do amazing." Her voice was low as she hummed in my ear, finishing her performance with a trail of kisses to each side of my neck. Chills ran along my spine straight down into my feet, almost toppling me. My knees wobbled against hers and I leaned into her touch as salvation.

"Woah, calm down." Her laugh was out in the air, filling my senses once again. "I'm sorry, I get so flustered when I'm with you. It's almost like I can't..." My thoughts trailed off as I caught her eyes. The pendulum swings once more. The tunnel vision is back.

"Can't what? Can't think?" I saw her mouth moving, saw a brow-raising. But I couldn't make out the words. She's otherworldly; a sight that takes all breath from my lungs. Her hand rested on my arm, making contact with the sleeve of my button-down. "Yeah, something like that." I gave a laugh to season my behavior. I am once again a juvenile fool at her feet, a jester ready to do any dance she asks. "Well, you look dashing," She mimicked my accent, "And we've got to get going. Are you ready?" The pedantic Virgo in her arose once more, showing itself as she glanced compulsively at her watch.

"You like my vest?" I gave a cheeky smile, posing for her. "Yes, I do. But c'mon! I will not have Grant blaming me for being late. He's scary enough." She grabbed my arm and pulled me as she walked from the bedroom. I could still feel the love facilitated in our room from earlier today.

When I woke the bed was empty. I could still the warmth from her side. When I figured she must be in the kitchen, I made my way down quietly. She was standing at the sink, singing along with a record and tapping her foot. A broad smile painted my face as I snuck up behind her. I lunged at her, wrapping my arms around her body. She screamed, pushing her elbow into my hip. It hurt but was worth it.

"God, way to ruin a surprise!" I looked at the stovetop. She was making pancakes and tea.

"Awe, you're so sweet, love." I wrapped my arms around her once more. I could feel her sink into my touch, a gentle melting of boundaries. This was necessary, I could feel her walls once she put them up. I have been spending so much time knocking them down.

"Happy birthday." She reached up on her toes, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you. I know you'll make it my best yet."

I stayed in the kitchen while she finished cooking. She protested every attempt I made at helping, saying it was my birthday breakfast. Which I think is absurd. I never made a big deal about my annual day, especially not this year. Today wasn't about my celebration, it was about the biggest show we've ever played. It would be like Peter to schedule this date for my birthday. But I had a job to do. I've worked hard enough that I wasn't going to let anything ruin it, not even the churning pit in my stomach.

She placed a stack of pancakes in front of me, a large candle poking from the top. "You are entirely too much. Really, it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? You only turn 26 once! Now make your damn wish." I gave her one last cheesy grin and blew out the candle. I wished for today to be perfect. And with her help, I'm sure it will be.

"Perfect." She took a seat across from me. "What are your plans for today?"

"Well," I started as I swallowed a bite of pancake, "I am going to see mum. And then we have the show and the party."

"Awe, how sweet. You're such a mama's boy." Her teasing smile caused a blush to fill my cheeks. "I wouldn't exactly say that. I will be home round 3. She wants to spend some time together before I go on tour. I don't suppose that will be an issue for you?"

"No, you enjoy your time." She placed her hand on top of mine. "And I will be here, waiting for you."

"Well, I would hope so." I finished my last bite.

"I will go get your gifts!" Before I could say another word, she was out of the room. I could hear her steps bouncing through the house like a child. When she returned she had three neatly wrapped boxes. The paper was bright and floral. "You really didn't have to"

"To what? Celebrate your birthday? Of course , I did. Now stop being a baby and let me love you!" Her smile stopped short when she realized what she had said. I pushed past this awkwardness by ripping open the first box. She watched in delight as I unwrapped each gift. The first was a book about the celestial events for the year, including information on each sign. The second was a floral scarf, and the third a cuffed bracelet. My eyes widened, threatening to fall from my head. The large blue jewel surrounded by silver looked beautiful. I slipped it onto my wrist with haste and admired it. "Thank you so much, Gwen. Really, I love these all so much. They're very nice gifts. I will cherish them all. Especially the scarf and the bracelet. I'll bring them on tour." A wide smile painted my features. "Oh, good. I'm glad you like them all." She embraced me. I could smell her hair due to our proximity. It was a wondrous smell unlike any other.

When I returned home, sweater vest hanging over my arm, there was no sign of Gwen. She wasn't in the living room, kitchen, music room, or washroom. As I headed up the stairs I could hear the soft twinkling of music. When I reached the top of the steps I could hear the source was the bedroom. The light door swung open with a creak. When my eyes rested upon her figure, I felt God himself had descended from the heavens and graced me with a miracle. She lay on my bed wearing a red, lacy lingerie set.

I rubbed my eyes, wondering if the sight in front of me was true. When my eyes were opened once more she was still there. Her hair was brushed back, falling just behind her ears. The bronze tones were brighter than ever, illuminating the freckles that dotted her features. My legs carried me closer and closer to the bed until my knees hit the edge. She was right in front of me now.

"Hello." Her voice was sultry and low. "Hello, love." My words somehow escaped my throat, despite the breath that was trapped. "You should join me." She patted the spot next to her. Without a second thought, I leaped into the bed.

Euphoria washed through every inch of me. I could feel her warm body sticking to mine with sweat. Her heart was beating at a fast pace, matching mine in perfect rhythm. Her head was resting on my chest, along with her entire body on top of mine. She was heavy on me but I didn't care. The ground outside could've split open and began to quake and I wouldn't have moved an inch. Every ounce of my attention was on the experience we just shared. The remembrance of her writing on top of me, the feeling of her skin against mine. I didn't want to ever forget the feel of her pushing against me. I don't think I will.

Her lashes batted against my bare chest, tickling my skin. I gave a small laugh. I couldn't help but let it break free. I had never known bliss like this. Even with the amount of sex I've had, never once had I felt a connection or a high quite like this one. She was a drug, a substance I could dip endlessly into. I wanted nothing more than to have those moments drag on forever. "I didn't mean to tire you out before your show, but I thought you would enjoy a little gift."

"Well, I certainly did," I let another laugh out, "And I hope you did as well."

"You could say that. But it would be a gross understatement." Now it was her turn to laugh.

The tension in my body rose as we got closer to the venue. The waves of nausea that crashed through me returned. I tried to shove it down all day. But here it was again. Ten times worse than ever. Every movement of the car shuffled my brain. I couldn't have a straight thought that didn't bring immense pain. The cameras, the crowd, the pressure. All I could find was every way I could fuck up. My mind raced with thoughts of fudging chords, electrical failures, angry fans, and Gwen's disappointment.

I thought things may be better before my worry crescendo with the worst thought of all. What if we show up and the whole show has been canceled? I imagined the embarrassment burning off my face as I trudged back to the car to sit in a silent stupor.

"You'll do great, my love. Don't worry." She placed a hand on top of mine. Her touch was an extension of God's hand. An offer of salvation to my wandering mind. But it still wasn't enough. "Y-yeah. Just a little nervous. You know how I am." I shot her an unconvincing smile. I didn't have the energy to care how thin my disguise was.

When we reached Royal Albert I didn't want to leave the car. Gwen was already out and standing by my window before my brain realized we were here. I could feel the January air whipping around me as she pulled the door open. "You ready?" Thoughts swirled around my head. No, I wasn't. The sudden realization that not only was I unprepared, but totally not okay, made my feet stick to the car floor like I was trapped in molasses.

"We have to go, love." She crouched in front of me, offering her arms to me. I grabbed a hold of them and allowed her to guide me into the building. I was in a haze as people shook my hand and welcomed me into the building. Some were sending happy birthday messages, but I couldn't absorb anything. I felt like I was stuck in a bubble, watching those around me from another realm. I could see them but not process what they were saying.

When I finally retreated to my dressing room, I fell apart. The reality of the situation had finally set in. I could hear hundreds of people screaming. And it terrified me. Each shout and bang struck fear into me. I felt like a cornered animal being poked and prodded. I looked for Gwen but found she wasn't with me. If she had told me where she went, I hadn't heard.

A crackling dryness split down my mouth and into my throat. I felt like a man without water in the desert. This wasn't helped by the apparent tears that drained from my eyes. My hands searched for the sink, not being able to use my eyes. My vision was blurred and misconfigured with a fish-eye lens look. I could now feel my heart beating in my chest. Was it trying to escape? Trying to leap onto the ground below to save itself from the impending danger of the stage? Sweat pricked my chest. I needed to escape. Leave this dressing room. This venue. Go back home to bed. To where Gwen and I could bask in our love. She's safe. She's not shoving a camera into my face, asking me a million questions.

The unwelcome feeling of dread gripped me. I sat on the leather couch, now hearing a deep and panicked panting. My head whipped around, looking for the source of the breathing. To my horror, I discovered it was me. I placed a trembling hand on my chest, feeling the heaving of my lungs. The terrible sound of my breathing scared me, even more, when I found I couldn't stop it. As I clenched my fists, I couldn't feel them. The same with my feet, nose, and lips.

Had I been poisoned? Is this what it feels like to die? Am I going to die before this show in my dressing room? Images of tabloids flashed in my mind. I could see my body from above now, lying lifelessly on the ground of my dressing room. Just then the door swung open. I couldn't make out who was there. My vision was blurring. I could feel everything slipping away but I was still perfectly cognizant.

"Jimmy?" Her hands were on me now. I felt grounded but still fearful. Now I wasn't alone. At least I wasn't alone. "Are you okay?" I could hear the worry in her voice.

"I-I" My throat siphoned my words. "I think-I think I'm dying." I couldn't stop the undulating of my chest now. The speed at which I was hyperventilating made my chest ache. I sobbed harder and harder, shaking as tears decamped from my eyes.

Her arms wrapped around me, holding my trembling frame. Anxiety wracked my body as I fell into her. Her hands ran through my hair, massaging my scalp. "You're not dying. You're experiencing anxiety. Your body is overwhelmed. It's going to be okay. You just need to ride it out." She rocked her body, taking me along with her. Her soothing voice did little to calm my symptoms but relaxed me.

"Are you sure? I feel like I'm gonna die."

"Yes, I'm sure."

I melted into her, letting her voice pacify me. Slowly I started to calm down. I could feel my shaking subside and the crying ceased. I still couldn't feel my appendages.

"I know you don't feel better, but we have to try and get you to be okay. You have to go on in 10 minutes. I will get you something to eat." When she tried to pull away, I stayed latched to her.

"Jimmy, I'm sorry, but you have to eat. You're going to run yourself dry if you don't. That's the best way to help yourself." I shook my head. "Please don't go. I need you here for a little longer." She stayed put, relaxing back into me.

After a few minutes, I unlatched my arms from her. "I'm going to get you something to eat. I will be right back, okay? Don't worry." She rubbed my arm and was out the door. I breathed out a heavy breath. I sat up, looking around. I had knocked things over and water covered the floor as the sink tap still ran. I felt all energy drain from my body.

When she returned, she hurriedly stalked into the room and shut the door. "I brought you a chamomile tea, some chocolate, and a yogurt. These are the best things to bring you back to normalcy. Please do not fuss and just eat them. Your body will thank you later." She sat the items on the ground around me.

Her hands found mine, entwining our fingers. "You're gonna be okay." Her hands danced through my hair. This was very calming as I ate slowly. The tea was good, but the yogurt was disgusting. But I wanted to feel my best before the show.

"Okay. I'm finished. I have to get ready." She stood and then helped me to my feet. "I made a mess of the dressing room. They're going to be pissed."

"Don't worry about it. I will make sure everything is cleaned up. Your job is to go out there and play a good show. And you will." She gave me a reassuring look before I went on my way. When I faced everyone, I felt they knew what just happened. Robert's blue eyes bored into mine, searching for any information.

"You alright, mate?" His hand rested on my shoulder. I felt a jolt as he made contact. "Yeah. Just nerves." He nodded, patting my shoulder.

She hurried to clean the dressing room. The floor was soaked. He knocked over a lamp and a chair. She didn't know what happened. He was nervous when she left him, but was curious about how it can devolve into that so quickly. She was in the bathroom for less than five minutes.

She wasn't nearly finished when We're Gonna Groove started. She didn't want to miss the show but had to make sure everything was in order here. She thought about how Jimmy would want anyone to question why his dressing room was wrecked.

When she was finally finished she found my way to the side of the stage. Her place was in between Grant and Cole. They made her uncomfortable. Grant was about a foot and three inches taller, with maybe a hundred pounds on her. He could kill her without trying. Richard would probably assault her given the chance, she definitely didn't feel safe around him. She looked around at the girls standing close by. She didn't know how they were standing there, clad in practically nothing. She would want to hide in a hole to get away from Richard's prying gaze. She could see him now, staring at them like his eyes were broken. It disgusted her.

Robert's voice was cracking as he introduced Jimmy. He came running toward her, gripping his throat. "Need some tea?" Grant asked. Robert nodded enthusiastically. She was going to follow him before she heard the sounds coming from the stage.

She was hypnotized. The beautiful sounds that flowed from the speakers filled her ears. She could feel the vibrations throughout her entire body, stemming from the large amps. Her chest stilled as time stopped. His fingers danced across the fretboard, creating the most pleasing sound she'd ever heard. She could see his foot tapping to keep time.

She felt bewitched. He was speaking to her in a way he never had before. Not when they spoke, not when he played for her. This was entirely new. A new connection was forming between them. She had seen into his soul, and now he was showing it to her willingly. Even though he was facing away from her, playing for many people, she felt that he was speaking only to her. They were the only ones in the room, in the world.

When the show finally ended she saw him walking toward her, a broad smile on his face. Before she could ask how he was he pulled her into a sweaty hug. He smelled terrible. He leaned in for a kiss, which she dodged. "I'm sorry, but you have to shower before that."

"You cleaned up nicely." He joked as they entered the dressing room. "I hope so. I was panicking because you were starting." She gave a laugh before he closed the door to the bathroom. While he showered she thought back on the show. It was the first time she had seen them all together playing. She heard it that one time during rehearsal, but that was through the floor of the boathouse, which was about as thin as paper. But this was something entirely different. It was magical. Their synergy created a mass, one that filled her with energy and adrenaline.

"Alright, I think I'm almost ready." He joined her in the dressing room now, steam shrouding him as he dried his hair. She watched his hands as he worked to button his sweater vest. He looked wonderful. She hadn't had a chance to tell him, other than before they left, how great he looked.

As they made their way to the party they talked about the show. What he thought worked and didn't, what he thought were the highlights. She gave him feedback and critiques.

"I admire your honesty. Makes me feel that you're really listening. You have a good ear. I really value what you have to say. Thank you, love, really." She won't know how he managed to make her feel better when she was reassuring him. That is the Jimmy Page magic they're always discussing. His innate ability to make her feel seen and heard. It was in a way she had never experienced.

When we arrived at the party Gwen was latched to me, as usual. She was outgoing and personable, I remember from our shoot, but she was shy when meeting new people with me. Perhaps she felt like she was embarrassing me. Which doesn't make sense. Especially with her appearance tonight. I couldn't ask for a better girl to have on my arm.

I made notice of her as she walked ahead of me. Her dress looked magical under the lights. My eyes trailed down her legs to the black heels on her feet. When I joined her on the couch I could see her necklace sparkling. A golden locket hung on a chain around her neck. My memory of it from earlier today brought a smile to my face. I could remember the way it hung over me, swinging as we moved together.

"This is for one Mr. Jimmy Page, who is 26 today! Getting old, aren't we?" Robert's charming smile filled the room as he took a seat at the piano. He began an especially bad rendition of "Happy Birthday". This had everyone in stitches, especially Gwen. Her laughter mixed with the twinkling of the piano, creating the sound of angels. I hid my face in embarrassment as he droned on.

After his birthday tribute was over he gave a short bow. "I think we must have a guest star. Perhaps a sweet little someone to join us as we pay homage to our boy. Gwen, why don't come join me on the bench?" Her head shook in fervent disagreement. Her face burned red as he pulled her up to join him. "What shall we play?" He looked to her. Her lips were pushed together in quiet shyness. "I am no Mozart, so we can't get too creative." When she failed to reply, he leaned into her ear and began whispering. She nodded along and he began to play.

Robert began banging away at the keys, starting on "Can't Help Falling in Love". At first, her voice was low, barely rising above a hum. But as Robert joined her, their voices mixing in perfect harmony, she gained more confidence. Her eyes locked with mine as she sang. When they were finished her face was a lovely shade of vermillion. It only got worse when people began to clap. We hadn't been there longer than 15 minutes and she already had an audience. I guess I would have to get used to my woman being a hot commodity. We were a bit of a power couple, one could say.

We sat together on the couch, engaged in a conversation with John when two men came bounding up to us. Keith and Roger. Roger walked with a bouncing step, his deluge of hair could be identified from a mile away. Not far behind him was Keith. I liked him a lot, I thought he was a decent fellow and a great drummer. Too bad he was stuck with that sorry lot.

"When we heard you were here, we were excited. But then we saw who you were with and it shocked us. I didn't know you were an item." Roger prodded as he spoke. He reminded me a lot of Robert. Too cocky for his own good, but not as charming. I looked at her with a coy smile. Her lips were twisting into a grimace.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Said Gwen.

"Well, I have to give an apology. If we'd known you were together, neither of us would've acted the way we did at the shoot."

What a sanctimonious arse.

"I appreciate that, but what does my proximity to a man have to do with my performance? If a man in the equation changes things, perhaps you should look at your treatment of women. Especially a woman just trying to do her job." They were astounded. Roger looked at her in quiet wonder for a moment. I suppose no one had told him off before.

"I guess I have some thinking to do. Nice to see you as always." He turned on his heel and took Keith with him. Laughter was shooting out from his mouth in ribbons of embarrassment, ones that signaled to everyone else that Roger was made a fool. His pointing and laugh were no help. Bonzo and I looked at each other, a laugh breaking from our lips.

"Well, you're a fiery one, aren't ye?" He chuckled.

"Just when people piss me the fuck off. Could you believe the nerve of them?" She rolled her eyes. She was on fire tonight.

When the cake was brought out I prayed they wouldn't sing another happy birthday, to my misfortune they did. This time Robert roped Gwen into singing but she agreed happily. This would be on account of the three glasses of whiskey she consumed, which is my fault. I coerced her into having the first one. Then she gulped the other two down, I think trying to impress me.

Her inhibitions were completely erased. She stood on the piano bench, grasping Robert's shoulder as they lead the group in my birthday song. He looked at her, a cheeky smile on his face. She looked so wonderful with her face flushed pink, the hard and pensive look in her eyes now gone. I had never seen her drunk. And after three drinks... She's a lightweight.

She had disappeared. One moment I was talking to Jeff, then she was gone. I looked around from where I stood, but could not find her. Robert was gone as well. I figured they must've found trouble somewhere together. I just hoped she was safe.

"How's the album coming along?" Jeff asked. He was holding a glass of brandy and tried to make casual conversation. Things had been awkward between us lately. I think we were just growing apart. We haven't seen each other in quite a while. This was the first time in almost a year, I believe.

I shrugged. I didn't want to brag. I usually took the opportunity to tell all about my new techniques and how well we were doing, but I was far too tired tonight. "We knew just about what we want, but we haven't gotten 'round to recording anything."

"Where are you going?"

"We have a few locations in mind, mostly just when it's needed. We'll probably be at Olympic for some of it, use a mobile studio for other parts."

"That's nice..."

The conversation had trailed off. We just stood next to each other not speaking for a while. I looked around at the party guests, seeing everyone's outfits and their attempts to pull a bedmate for the night. I was happy I didn't need to participate in the whole charade. I wouldn't have to do anything and I'd still go home with the best-looking girl here.

When she finally resurfaced, 15 minutes later, her hair was a mess, and had shoes in hand. I wondered what she could've gotten up to in this short amount of time to look this way. Bemused concern filled me.

"Are you alright, love? Where did you get off to?" She was looking at me but not seeing me. Her eyes were hollow, looking right through me.

"Bonzo and I locked these girls in the bathroom." She began giggling wildly.

"You what?"

"We locked them in the bathroom."

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"They wouldn't stop flirting with Robert, so John and I came up with the plan. He told Trixie to meet Robert in the bathroom, and I told Crystal the same. And when they went in, we jammed the door. We could hear them screaming from down the hall. Very funny stuff." She continued her laughter.

"Oh god. I need to keep you on a short leash."

"No, I'm fine. I'm having a good time. Are you having a good time? It's your birthday, y'know."

"Yes, love, I'm aware it's my birthday. I'm having a grand time, thank you for asking." She hung sweetly off my arm, bending and flopping like a child hanging off their mother. I could see Jeff laughing. He covered his mouth in a vain attempt to hide it.

"Gwen, you have to come see some of our friends from Vanilla Fudge. They're dying to meet you!" Robert called. He was pulling her away before he finished his sentence. She gave a haphazard wave before letting him lead her to the next room. I was a little worried but knew there wasn't much trouble they could get into, or so I thought.

I hadn't seen her for almost an hour when I heard the commotion. A cacophony of voices and crashing filled the small room where I stood, having a conversation with Jonesy. Who, at this point, was exhausted and just wanted to go home. We both looked to see the source of the sound. A few people had knocked over a table, the piano bench, and some chairs. More loud laughter and yelling followed. Although Bonzo was usually at the scene of the crime, I didn't bother to investigate this one. We'd made peace with the fact that the trouble followed us, due to one of our guy's being the ring leader. But when I saw that familiar red hair I had to make sure she was okay.

I turned my full attention to the circus. Bonzo and Gwen were throwing handfuls of cake at one another. It was smeared on the ground, on each of them, and even the walls. I sighed. They were a mess. They had made quick friends, which wasn't a surprise, now seeing the full extent of trouble she could get into. I always thought she was more poised and earthly, never would I have imagined her and Bonzo hitting it off.

I waved it off with a laugh and put my attention back on John. He was telling me that Jacinda had started to develop a dominant hand. When she built towers with blocks, wrote miscellaneous letters, or sorted laundry, she had identified which hand was stronger and more useful. He spoke with an elation that he rarely wore elsewhere.

We tried our best to continue our talk over the noise. I could barely hear him over the sounds of music and talking. There were too many people and not enough places to sit. My legs began to hurt and my feet were beyond numb. Even when I thought it couldn't get worse, we were interrupted by some of the girls from GTO. I grimaced, trying to hide behind some other people. But once again, to my misfortune, they still spotted me.

"Jimmy!" Her smile was just as sweet, her eyes just as enchanting. I had to be strong.

"Hey, Pamela." Famous last words.

When Gwen found me it was a terrible scene. Pamela was touching my arm, reminiscing about the old days and I was trying my best to explain my new relationship. I was cut short by the drunken animal I usually knew as Gwen.

"Jimmy?"

"Hello, darling!" I painted a smile on my face, hoping she wouldn't make this a spectacle. I was wrong, once again. She was full of surprises tonight.

"I was having fun with Bonzo." An absent-minded smile graced her features.

"I know, I heard," I plucked a chunk of icing from her hair, "We'll need to hose you off before bed." She erupted into laughter, pushing her hand into my chest. I punched my brows together in pain.

"He started it. Can you believe he's such an ass? I couldn't let him get away with it, so I had to throw some back. But now I think I ruined my dress." She looked down at the fabric, now smeared with cake crumbs and icing.

"It's not ruined. We can try to fix it tomorrow before I leave. Does that sound okay?"

She shrugged, looking back at me with her blank expression. Her eyes were glossy and round. I found no life in them. Pamela cleared her throat, sending both of our attention onto her. I was gritting my teeth and hoping no one said anything to get me in trouble.

"Oh, hi. I'm Gwen. Jimmy's lady." She stuck her hand out, imitating my accent with a garish laugh.

"Yes, as I've heard." Enthusiasm was lacking in her words. Perhaps if Gwen weren't so plastered she would've understood things a little better.

"Have you guys been talking about me? Good things I hope." She giggled at the brunette.

"He's gone on and on about you, actually. All good things."

"Well, that's good. It's good that uh- good for him. Good for you. Good for us all." She rambled on, her voice giving way to laughter again.

"Perhaps we should get you home soon. You're in no state to drive, that's for sure."

"How do you guys know each other?"

I looked between the two women, praying for a bomb to hit the building. Anything to save me from what was about to happen.

"Jimmy and I go way back. All the way back to '68, actually." Gwen nodded along as Pamela told the story of our first encounter. A sexual one, at that. Something I didn't want my new girl to hear.

"Oh, really? Jimmy, you didn't do that today. Hmm... Perhaps you just like me a little better." She shrugged, feigning innocence as she took another drink. Pamela looked offended. "Maybe it's like... a house. Yes, a house. You know when you rent, you're not allowed to paint the walls." She gave a sickening smile.

"Guinevere! Get over here, you've got to try this!" Bonzo's thunderous voice saved me from this cat fight.

"She's a real charmer, that one." Pamela cocked a thin brow. She was amused, I could tell. No hard feelings with this one. She was too sweet for that.

"Well, she's usually not this drunk," I laughed, "And usually she's got shoes on."

"I'm not trying to cause any problems, honest. I just thought it would be funny to poke at her a little. And that wasn't even the real story of how we met." She punched my arm, coaxing a laugh from me.

"Yeah, I know," I laughed at her platonic display.

"She probably won't even remember this in the morning. She looks really drunk."

"I don't think she will either," I laughed and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jeans, "But, I'm happy now. She's the love of my life. And I think I want to keep her around, so I can't fuck it up. And continuing this would fall into that category."

"I understand. Thank you for not being a dick about it. Some of these guys wouldn't be so nice, y'know?"

Before I could respond a chunk of thick, white icing was flung onto Pamela. Her mouth fell open and she dug her hands into her strawberry blonde curls. It covered her dressed and hair. I turned to see the source of the throwing, to my chagrin, to be Gwen.

"There. Now the walls are painted."

Shock filled us both. I had never known her to be so hostile. Red hot anger filled Pamela's face and she turned on her heel, stomping off. Icing dropped onto the ground as she moved. When I looked back at Gwen, she was sporting a proud smile.

"What has gotten into you, girl? You're acting like an animal tonight." I grabbed her arm, trying not to be forceful. I didn't need my girl to make a show of the evening. Not while drunk and not to someone as nice as Pamela. If she wasn't so dear to me, this would put a stain on my opinion of her.

Her face dropped. She no longer looked pleased. Now she was wearing the expression of a dejected child. "I thought I was being funny."

I began to feel bad. I had to save this situation before tears go involved. "I'm sorry, love. I don't mean to make you upset. But you're not acting like yourself tonight." I pushed her hair behind her shoulders, brushing some icing off in the process. I had to be gentle with her, even when she wasn't gentle with others.

"Are you ready to go home yet? I think I am." She sighed.

"I think we should. I still have one last surprise for you."

"Oh, really? Are you sure you have the mental competency for that?" She slapped my arm, laughing as we walked from the building. Even in her drunken state, she was a smartass.

When we returned to the house she gave me my last gift. In the form of a song. She proudly presented the Gibson j-200. My brows lifted in surprise.

"I didn't know you could play."

"Well, it's just a few chords. Nothing major. But sit! You are going to be serenaded." I could still hear traces of the liquor's effect in her voice. I gave her a laugh, but let her sing.

"Who knows how long I've loved you You know I love you still Will I wait a lonely lifetime If you want me to, I will

For if I ever saw you I didn't catch your name But it never really mattered I will always feel the same

Love you forever and forever Love you with all my heart Love you whenever we're together Love you when we're apart

And when at last I find you Your song will fill the air Sing it loud so I can hear you Make it easy to be near you For the things you do endear you to me You know I will I will"

Her strumming ceased and she gave me a smile. "How was it? Pretty good, right?" I nodded, snapping my fingers like it were an open mic night and she just finished a poem.

"It was wonderful, dear." It was much better than wonderful. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. To be sung to by her felt like heaven.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it. Happy birthday, my love. You deserved a good one." She was centimeters from my face now. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips.

Shadows of the moon were cast onto the back wall of our room. My eyes sat open, watching as clouds painted a mural on the wallpaper with disembodied light. I could feel her hands on me, working small patterns on my back and traveling up to my hair. It felt so good to be touched by her. As I slipped into the last moments of my birthday, I decided to give myself a gift.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

I turned to face her, stopping her massage. Her features looked calm and rested, despite her anticipation and the debauchery of the night. "Would you agree to be my girlfriend? Y'know, officially?"

"Of course, I will. I want nothing more than that." She was excited now. Her arms were thrown around me, bringing me closer to her. I embraced her in a sleepy side hug before settling into her touch. This is how we fell asleep. In each other's arms, now officially belonging to one another and completely at peace.

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Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

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