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Nouvelle Vague | The Guns of Brixton | Nouvelle Vague (2004)
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This has been my earworm all week. Now you can have it too, along with some Paul Simonon cheesecake if you're into that sort of thing.
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The Clash - The Guns of Brixton
From their album London Calling
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When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
#the clash#guns of brixton#punk#punk rock#joe strummer#paul simonon#mick jones#topper headon#london calling#Spotify
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Was gonna gif this but paul yelling during guns of brixton in the background actually adds to the comedy
#the clash#joe strummer#paul simonon#joe:*looks up the camera after saying he loves the sound of paul favorite bass breaking*#background guns of brixton paul:*somewhat pained yelling*
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inner terrestrials guns of brixton
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hello!! i’ve been following you for a while now and noticed how cute your interaction with your moots are~ could you maybe associated some of them with some songs and why? :P i’d love to get to know some of the cool people you interact with!!
hi anon!! that’s so cute, i like these asks but i always wondered why they’re send on anon because i wish i could thank you more personally for this ask anyway i decided to just give my moots random songs from my spotify liked list put on shuffle because im very tired but you should definitely give all of the people a follow :3
@ari-shipping-stuff ౨ৎ healer. — day6
@yuyusuyu ౨ৎ wildfire. — taeyeon
@kodzumo ౨ৎ flash. — perfume
@seonghwaddict ౨ৎ babydoll. — ari abdul
@tocupid ౨ৎ 突破口. — super beaver
@leo-seonghwa ౨ৎ my satisfaction. — ive
@felixsramen ౨ৎ i love you. — treasure
@gyumibear ౨ৎ yummy yummy love. — momoland
@nyukyujs ౨ৎ hocus pocus. — plt
@thelargefrye ౨ৎ best for you. — slchd
@i-luvsang ౨ৎ keepin’ our eyes out. — fitz and the tantrums
@rieuvie ౨ৎ same dream, same mind, same night. — svt
@cybrsan ౨ৎ what2do. — creepybuggirl
@justhere4kpop ౨ৎ the workout. — utada
@xpixie ౨ৎ have a good night (stage ver.). — victon
@atinycafe ౨ৎ water sign. — spider
@yunstarz ౨ৎ exodus ‘04. ��� utada
@jaehunnyy ౨ৎ endless night. — dreamcatcher
@brrrkdslek ౨ৎ in my room. — insane clown posse
@nebulousbrainsoup ౨ৎ the guns of brixton. — the clash
@pocketjoong ౨ৎ prisoner of love. — hikaru utada
@phantom-webber ౨ৎ 해장국 Hero's Soup. — stray kids
@a1sh1teruu ౨ৎ breath. — got7
@cheollipop ౨ৎ in the dark. — swae lee
@starryunho ౨ৎ pastel. — qu4rtz
@aestheticsluut ౨ৎ mine. — slayyter
@end0rchans ౨ৎ you spin me round. — dead or alive
@yourfatherlucifer ౨ৎ 나 변했나봐. — swi.t
@alixnsuperstxr ౨ৎ katoki. — oneus
@girls4cheol ౨ৎ not enough. — fur
@mintgki ౨ৎ love me do. — vix
@aoi-turtle ౨ৎ options. — doja cat
@renstears ౨ৎ 優しい彗星. — yoasobi
@alixnsuperstxr ౨ৎ 공중정원 (Garden In The Air). — boa
@mrowwww ౨ৎ girls. — nature
@hwaightme ౨ৎ pink!. — youra
@paradiqms ౨ৎ 雨のキモチ. — wasuta
@starrysvn ౨ৎ borderline. — one ok rock
@tubatu-wari-wari ౨ৎ touchin on my. — 3oh!3
@kitten4sannie ౨ৎ whore of babylon. — zheani
@chokchokk ౨ৎ you(=i). — bol4
@hee0soo ౨ৎ shadow. — seventeen
@joong-of-gold ౨ৎ ハルカ. — yoasobi
@armysantiny ౨ৎ 70億人の頭の上に風船を. — kikuo
@evilsailorsenshi ౨ৎ lumberjack. — tyler, the creator
@mundayoonimnida ౨ৎ viva la vida. — coldplay
@yunho-mp3 ౨ৎ nightmares. — set it off
i haven’t listened to some of these songs in years so i’m sorry if urs sucks lmao :p if u listened to any of these songs please let me know what you thought! and i love u guys have a great day <33
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Happy Birthday to Paul Gustave Simonon, co-founder of the punk rock band The Clash, bassman, punk icon and ballad of 'The Guns of Brixton', born on this day in 1955, Brixton
Photo by Eddie Malluk
#punk #punks #punkrock #paulsimonon #theclash #history #punkrockhistory #otd
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David Bowie (1947-2016) solo
Songs: "Life on Mars?," "Heroes"
Propaganda: "gender bending pop star who made up an alien alter ego who was already famous and then proceeded to become incredibly famous irl. Also had ridiculous cheekbones."
"He's David Bowie. I feel like this is all that needs to be said."
Paul Simonon (1955-) The Clash - bass guitar
Songs: "The Guns of Brixton," "Police and Thieves"
Propaganda: "recruited to join the Clash as their bassist despite not being able to play bass. simply because he was so fashionable and hot."
"His cheekbones and ARMS, especially in the London Calling era…dude is beautiful and talented and yet underrated."
Visual Propaganda for Paul Simonon:
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Tracklist:
London Calling • Brand New Cadillac • Jimmy Jazz • Hateful • Rudie Can't Fail • Spanish Bombs • The Right Profile • Lost in the Supermarket • Clampdown • The Guns of Brixton • Wrong 'Em Boyo • Death Or Glory • Koka Kola • The Card Cheat • Lover's Rock • Four Horsemen • I'm Not Down • Revolution Rock • Train In Vain (Stand By Me)
Spotify ♪ YouTube
#hyltta-polls#polls#artist: the clash#language: english#decade: 1970s#New Wave#Punk Rock#Ska#Reggae#Rockabilly#Reggae Rock#Post-Punk#Rock
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Lovejoy is in this article!
Lovejoy triumphed at London’s Electric Brixton, and it looked like this
Lovejoy are a sensation. Ask anyone present at last night’s (28th March) London date of their current UK tour will confirm, you rarely see a reaction like this to a new guitar band in 2023. But Lovejoy aren’t just any old band.
Inspiring the kind of scenes usually reserved for stadium icons, in truth, Electric Brixton already feels like a quite ridiculous underplay. With new music on the way, and big things on the horizon (eyes emoji here, Dear Reader – Ed), they’ll be playing much, much bigger places very, very soon. We sent our intrepid snapper Patrick Gunning down to capture the action.
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(Transcript under the cut - Click Pics for HQ Version!)
@thebrixtons
TW: Violence, Guns, & Blood. Proceed with caution!
Brindleton Square, Brindleton (11:30am)
Reporter: Good morning Windasia! I am currently in Brindleton Square to bring you live updates on today’s National Day celebration.
Reporter: As you can see from the crowds behind me, everyone across the country has once again come down to Brindleton Square to celebrate one of the country’s historic events since it first came to be.
Reporter: This year’s celebration is a lot more special as we have the royal family of Great Brixton join us for the big event. Now arriving to the venue is Her Majesty Queen Mary and His Royal Highness Prince Consort Edward.
Reporter: Queen Mary arrived shortly after Her Majesty the Queen followed by Their royal highnesses Crown Princess Clementine and Prince Carlisle.
Reporter: As the royal family arrives, all eyes are now mainly on our Crown Prince and his fiancée who will be tying the knot at St. Frances Cathedral next week. Their wedding will be the most anticipated event since the wedding of Prince Emery and Princess Belle.
Reporter: As per usual, the Queen will be hosting a banquet tonight at the palace and the invitations has been sent out a week ago. Sources say that only fifty invites were sent out this year. Stay tuned for more updates to come.
The Wind Palace, Ahtolia (7:45pm)
Edward: Has Sofia said anything yet?
Mary: Not really. I tried to talk to her at the event this morning but she said we’ll talk tonight after the banquet.
Edward: Do you think she’s going to call the wedding off?
Mary: I don’t know. She wouldn’t, would she? The wedding is next week.
Edward: Let’s just hope for the best and pray that she won’t change her mind.
Mary: *sighs* I hope so.
♫ Music plays in the background ♫
Indirah: Hey, what’s wrong? Are you sick?
Alfie: I’m fine. I need to get away from here for a sec. I’ll be at the balcony.
Indirah: Okay. Don’t be gone too long.
Indirah:...
Catalina: Where is he going? Is he okay?
Indirah: Oh, hey Lina. He said he’s fine. He’s just going to go and get some air.
Catalina: I see...
Indirah: Are you okay? You seemed restless.
Catalina: I’m fine. Just a bit tired from today.
Indirah: Hmm...maybe you can join Alfie? He’s going to the balcony.
Catalina: I don’t want to bother him.
Indirah: Don’t be silly. Just go. Maybe you can finally get to talk to him. Isn’t that what you want?
*door opens and closes*
Alfie: I’m sorry, but you can’t be here. This is a private area.
???: You...this is all because of you.
Alfie: Excuse me?
Keira: I lost everything because of you.
Alfie: Lady, are you drunk? I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Alfie: Look...I don’t know what you’re trying to do now but I’m sure we can talk this out. So please, put that knife away.
Keira: *screams* Die!
Keira: I regret saving you that day. I should’ve just let them kill you!
Alfie: *groans* You’re crazy! Get off me!
Keira: I should’ve never saved you. You should’ve died!
Alfie: What the fuck are you talking about?
Alfie: Let...go!
Alfie: *hisses* Fuck that hurts.
*door opens and closes*
Catalina: Oh my god, Alfie!
Alfie: Lina? What are you doing here?
Catalina: I was looking for you. What happened? Why are you bleeding?
Alfie: *groans* I’ll explain later, we need to go.
Alfie: *hisses* Urgh, it hurts...
Catalina: *gasps* Alfie!
Keira: Shit!
*door opens and closes*
Akmal: What are you doing?! Alana, get her!
Keira (in the background): Let go of me! Let go!
Alfie: *groans* Are you okay?
Catalina: I-I think so? My back hurts a lot but—Are you okay?
Alfie: Yeah, I’m okay.
Akmal: Is everything alright, sir? We heard gunshots and saw this lady trying to run away.
Alfie: Take her away. She attacked me just now. And call the police and medic too while you’re at it.
Akmal: Yes, sir.
*door opens and closes*
Alfie: Hey, you okay?
Catalina: A-Alfie...
Alfie: Lina? No, no! Oh my god! Help!
Alfie: No, don’t leave me. Wake up...please.
#tw guns#tw blood#tw violence#sims story#sims storytelling#ts4 story#sims 4 story#ts4 storytelling#sims 4 storytelling#ts4 royal#ts4 legacy#ts4#ts4 edit#ts4 roleplay#ts4 screenshots#ts4 simblr#WRTStory#WRT: Part 3#WRTCollab: Alfina#Story Arc: One Step Closer#WRTCollab#Sim: Alfie#Sim: Catalina#Sim: Darien#Sim: Sofia#Sim: Indirah#Sim: Hugo
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Time After Time - Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader
A/N: Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader is my kryptonite tbh. Also I had the hardest time naming this one, but while trying to name it I saw Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper in my playlist and the chorus reminded me of Steve and the reader in this so I just went with it. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: (Y/N) Byers, has always had a complicated relationship with her dad, and when he shows up unexpectedly, she finds comfort in her boyfriend, Steve. (Ft. Jonathan and Will as supportive and loving brothers.)
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It was a peaceful autumn morning, a soft wind blowing outside like a sweet lullaby, and all three Byers kids in a deep sleep. Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere was broken when (Y/N) was woken up by hostile voices coming from the living room. Her room was closest to it, so it wasn’t unusual for voices to drift in. What was unusual was hearing people whisper-yelling at each other out there at 6 am.
With slight hesitation, she pulled herself out of bed. Her whole body shivered as she left the comfort of her bed, so she threw on a flannel and slippers before walking slowly towards the door. She cringed every time a floorboard creaked, hoping that she could get a glimpse of whoever was in the living room without them seeing her.
She slowly opened her door which, luckily, made no noise when she did so. She crept out into the hallway, but she froze before she could peer around the corner, hearing the voices again.
“You need to leave, now.” (Y/N) heard her mom say insistently, not speaking too loudly. Probably for fear of waking up the kids.
“C’mon, Joyce,” Another voice said. (Y/N) heart pounded in her chest upon hearing it, feeling a million emotions course through her all at once. Fear, anger, pain, sadness, confusion…
Without thinking it through first, (Y/N) rounded the corner, seeing what all the commotion so early in the morning was about.
“Dad…?”
(Y/N) mentally scolded herself for how timid she sounded. It reminded her of her voice when she was five and tried to get her parents to stop fighting.
Lonnie and Joyce both instantly looked over at the girl, Joyce looked worried while Lonnie smiled.
“(Y/N),” he took a step towards her, to which she responded by taking a step back. Seeing this, he stopped, frowning slightly as he looked at her. “You’ve grown up so much.”
“Yeah, well, it’s been two years,” She remarked, remembering that the last time she saw him was when Will went missing… And what a visit that had been. She shuttered at the thought before she brought herself back to reality, letting the memory of what her father has done fuel her. “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t come see my kids?”
“Considering the last time you were here was when one of us went missing and all you truly wanted was money? Yeah, I’m a little shocked that you’re here.” She snapped back. “So is there something you want?”
Lonnie just looked at her for a moment, thinking of what to say. Finally, he smirked slightly.
“You’ve gotten confident, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, now that you’re not around to drag me down.” She stood her ground, standing up straight, her chin tilted up slightly. “It’s amazing all the things that have changed for the better now that you’re gone.”
Joyce stood off to the side, smiling to herself, proud of her daughter.
“Nice shirt,” Lonnie sneered.
(Y/N) glanced down at the t-shirt under her flannel. The Clash: Guns of Brixton written on it with the band's logo. Jonathan had given it to her for her birthday the previous year. She knew her dad was never a fan of her style, or the fact that Jonathan was the one who introduced her to it.
“Thanks,” She said despite knowing he was being sarcastic. She was doing whatever she could to keep her strength.
“Heard you work at the video store now,” he said suddenly.
“Yeah,” she nodded in confirmation. “I know you probably are thinking of an insult to go along with that, but I don’t think there's anything wrong with where I work or what I do.”
“It’s just, why a video store? I know you’re smart, you’re my kid.” He laughed. “I just don’t understand how you ended up working at a video store.”
“I’m working there to save for college. I bet you don’t even know where I want to go, do you, dad?” She spat, venom laced in her words.
There’s a moment of silence where Lonnie stares at (Y/N), trying to figure out what to say next. Joyce breaks the silence.
“Actually, you have to work today so why don’t you go get ready and let Steve know that I’ll drive you today.” She said, knowing (Y/N) didn’t have to be to work for four more hours, but trying to get her out of this conversation.
“Steve?” Lonnie questioned. “Who’s Steve?”
“My co-worker…” After a moment of hesitation, (Y/N) added, “and my boyfriend.”
“You have a boyfriend? You never told me.”
“Well, maybe if you were here you would’ve known.” (Y/N) shrugged.
“I’m here now.”
“Too little, too late.” She hissed. “You left when I was still a kid, and every time I’ve seen you since, all you’ve done is make me feel bad about who I am. Maybe if you hadn’t left, and you accepted who I truly am, then things would be different, but they’re not. Mom, Jonathan, Will, and I don’t need you. We’ve got along just fine without you and will continue to do so. Actually, I think we’re better off without you. So just fuck off, would you?”
Joyce and Lonnie both stared at her, shocked. Joyce covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her smile.
“What happened to you?” Lonnie asked, a frown on his face.
“Lonnie, don’t,” Joyce warned.
“No, seriously. You used to be my sweet little girl. What happened?”
“I grew up,” she said, though her voice started shaking slightly. She felt her heart rate speed up at her dad's comment, worried about where he was going with this and that it would be the thing that got to her.
“You think you're being confident right now? Think you’re standing up against something, protecting yourself? Well, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but you’re not confident, you’re just a bitch.”
And that it, that’s what breaks (Y/N)’s hard exterior, causing her confidence to diminish and her walls to crumble.
Her eyes were beginning to well with tears when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.
“Dad?”
(Y/N) lowered her gaze at this, not wanting her older brother to see how their dad was affecting her.
Jonathan walked closer to her, and despite her best efforts to hide it, noticed her cheeks were red and her sad eyes.
Instinctively, Jonathan stepped in front of (Y/N), facing his father.
“What do you think I’m gonna do Jonathan?” Lonnie asked with a roll of his eyes seeing how his son was protecting his sister.
“Nothing, because you’re gonna leave. You don’t belong here. Not anymore.”
“You can’t kick me out. This isn’t your house.”
“It’s much more my house than it is yours!” Jonathan started raising his voice, but quickly quieted down, be careful not to wake up Will. “It’s our home. And you don’t get to come into our home, the one you left behind, and make us feel like shit.”
“Wow, look at you two. What did you brainwash them with, Joyce?”
“Leave mom out of this,” Jonathan demanded, still standing in front of (Y/N) who felt at though she was shrinking into herself.
“Well, clearly you’re getting all this nonsense from somewhere!”
“Be quiet! You’ll wake up Will.” Jonathan scolded.
“Good!” Lonnie raised his voice even more. “He should be a part of this too, since all my kids are gaining up on me!”
“Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the problem is you?” Jonathan asked. “Maybe we’re upset because you left us, every time we see you you’re a huge asshole, then you show up unannounced and you’re still being an asshole?”
“Fuck you, Jonathan,” Lonnie spit, not knowing what else to say at that point.
“No, fuck you. We’re out of here.”
Jonathan turned around, placing a hand lightly on (Y/N) shoulder and guiding her to her bedroom. They sat on her bed when suddenly they heard the door slam. (Y/N) finally letting out her tears. Jonathan held her, her tears staining his grey shirt.
“God, I feel so weak,” (Y/N) cried.
“What? Why?” He asked pulling away from her. He was confused as to what could’ve possibly made his sister feel that way.
“I shouldn’t have let him get to me. I always let him get to me! I was doing so well this time too. I was standing up to him, I thought I didn’t care about his opinion anymore, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Hey, he’s a dick. He always has been. That’s not on you.” Jonathan reassured her, a comforting hand squeezing her shoulder.
A soft knock on the door caused Jonathan to get up to open it while (Y/N) wiped her eyes.
Will walked in, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
“Dad was here?” He asked.
“Yeah,:” Jonathan nodded. “How’d you know?”
“I saw him drive away.” He answered before walking over to the bed. He sat down next to (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered.
(Y/N) felt her heart melt at her younger brother's actions, hugging him back tightly.
Jonathan watches his siblings, appreciating the moment of love and comfort between them, but unable to ignore the sad feeling overcoming him, knowing what events led to his sister's heartbreak.
“Come on, we’re gonna get out of here,” Jonathan said, catching their attention. “Go get your stuff, Will.”
Will nodded, jumping up and running to his room.
“I’ll be right back,” Jonathan reassured (Y/N) before heading back to his room.
(Y/N) spent a few moments gathering some of her things, tossing them into a small backup. She didn’t ask where they were going and frankly, she didn’t care. She knew her dad was gone, but also knew that it would be best for her not to be home right now to try to get her mind off of everything.
Jonathan and Will come back a few minutes later.
“I have to be to work in a few hours so I just packed my uniform and figured I could changed later,” she informed them, explaining why she was still in her pajamas. “So I hope we’re not going anywhere fancy.”
“Well, I think that might depend on your definition of fancy,” Jonathan laughed slightly. “But I think you’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” (Y/N) said in a small and quiet voice, though she was unable to stop the voice crack she let out when she spoke. Another tear slid down her cheek and in a second, both brothers were by her side.
“Hey, everything's gonna be okay,” Jonathan whispered to her, an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder. Will grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go, alright?”
(Y/N) nodded, and they all walked out to the living room where Joyce was sitting on the couch, a lit cigarette in her hand.
“Will you be okay?” Jonathan asked her, worried for his moms well-being as much as his siblings.
“I’ll be just fine, don’t worry.” She gave a reassuring smile. “I’ll see you guys soon.”
(Y/N) was silent as her and her brothers walked towards Jonathan's car, the fallen autumn leaves crunching under her feet.
She chose to sit in the backseat, allowing Will to have the passenger side.
Jonathan pulled out of the driveway and they started making their way down the streets of Hawkins. David Bowie played softly on the radio, softening the atmosphere of the car a bit.
“Where are we going?” (Y/N) asked in a horse voice.
“You’ll see,” Jonathan said, keeping his eyes on the road, In any other situation, (Y/N) would push for an answer. But she was too exhausted to do so, despite waking up less than an hour ago, and she trusted Jonathan. She leaned her head against the car window, closing her eyes and finding comfort and relaxation in the soft hum of the car and the voice of Bowie.
It was less than three minutes later when (Y/N) felt the car slow down, turning and coming to a complete stop seconds later.
She slowly opened her eyes, recognizing her surroundings immediately.
They were at Steve’s house. His BMW was in the driveway, his parent's car gone as usual.
Jonathan opened his door, stepping out of the car. (Y/N) quickly followed him, grabbing her bag while Will stayed put.
Jonathan wrapped his arm around his sister as they walked towards the door. He knocked while she looked down at her feet.
When nobody answered, Jonathan knocked one more time. There was some rustling in the house and as soon as (Y/N) heard the door open, she looked up once again.
“Jeez, do you know what time it is?” Steve asked before his eyes landed on Jonathan, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Within seconds, his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, his expression fading into soften eyes and a slight frown. “What’s going on?”
(Y/N) slipped out from underneath Jonathan's arm, running into Steve's chest and wrapping her arms around him. He quickly wrapped his around her, pulling her tightly into his chest.
Steve glanced up at Jonathan, a look of question and concern on his face.
“Our dad showed up unexpectedly this morning…” Jonathan explained.
Steve knew about (Y/N)’s complicated relationship with Lonnie. They had bonded over their horrible dad experiences multiple times because although they’re not the same, they both affected them in major ways, and having someone to go to for comfort helped significantly.
Steve nodded, staying quiet as he gave (Y/N) a squeeze. One that said I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.
“Thank you,” Steve said after a minute.
Jonathan simply gave a short, soft smile.
Jonathan and Steve didn’t have the best relationship. After Steve apologized for the way he treated Jonathan and replaced the camera that he broke, they became civil with each other, but not close. But then Nancy left Steve for Jonathan, and eventually, Steve started dating Jonathan’s sister. Although the two never reached the low point they been at when Will went missing, the events that followed created a tension between them. However, Jonathan knew that Steve was the person his sister needed right now. She loved Steve, and even though he hated to admit it, he knew that Steve loved her, and that she found a comfort in him that she couldn’t in anybody else. So, that was his first thought once he saw his sister's tears, and it led them all the way here, standing outside of the Harrington household.
“Will and I are going to be at the Wheelers if you need us,” Jonathan said.
“Okay,” Steve said, pulling his girlfriend gently into the house as Jonathan walked back to the car.
After Steve shut the door, he led (Y/N) upstairs to his bedroom, both of them sitting on the bed where she immediately shoved her face in his neck, breathing in deeply.
The scent and feel of him calmed (Y/N) racing heart, giving her a feeling of security and peace.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) pulled away, looking up at her boyfriend.
“Hi,” Steve smiled at her.
“Hey,” she said in a small voice. “I’m sorry, I-”
“No,” he cut her off. “No apologizing. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But it’s so early and we woke you up and the first thing you saw this morning was your crying girlfriend.”
“First of all, any morning where I see you is a good morning. I don’t like seeing you upset but I’m happy I get to see you. Second, I don’t care how early it is. I’m always here for you, and I’m really thankful Jonathan brought you here.”
(Y/N) lip quivered, making Steve feel slightly panicked.
“Oh fuck, are you okay? Please don’t cry again,” he said desperately, worried about his girlfriend.
“I’m okay,” she said with a sniff. “I just love you so much and I’m really emotional this morning and I can’t help it.”
Steve gave her a soft smile, pulling her in once again and kissing her forehead.
“I love you too, sweet girl. So much.”
They remained in each other's embrace for two minutes before Steve hopped up from the bed.
“So,” he said, walking over to a stack of VHS tapes, pulling out three tapes. “I say we have a movie marathon. What do you say? The Breakfast Club, Grease, Back to the Future? All of your favorites?”
He held up the tapes he had pulled out, all the movies he had just mentioned, causing her to sigh.
“That sounds like so much fun. But we have to be to work in three hours.” She reminded him with a frown.
“Why don’t we call out today? You’ve had a rough morning, you need to have some fun. Robin can handle it today.”
“Are you sure she won’t be pissed?” (Y/N) asked hesitantly.
“Well, she might be. But she’ll get over it,” Steve approached (Y/N), sitting next to her on the bed. “Come on, let's have a day just for us. No work or parents. No sadness or anger. Just us together, as happy as those couples in those cheesy movies we can’t stand.”
(Y/N) giggled.
“Sounds great,” she finally responded after a minute.
“Great.” He gently kissed her lips. “I know it’s early, but no movie marathon is complete without popcorn, candy, and soft drinks. So I’ll be right back.”
He gently kissed her forehead before jumping up once again and running out of the room.
(Y/N) couldn’t control the wide smile that spread across her face.
The rest of the day was spent just like Steve promised: watching movies, eating junk food, and simply being together, ignoring the outside world and all the pain that came with it.
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The Clash perform onstage The Guns Of Brixton at the Capitol Theatre , Passaic , New Jersey , March 8th , 1980 .
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