#i bought both albums the day they were released and all they caused me was pain

[hairtusk]

did anyone else go through trauma in 2016 when leonard cohen released one of the greatest albums of all time and then died like two weeks later. in the same year that david bowie also released one of the greatest albums of all time and died two days later.

#i bought both albums the day they were released and all they caused me was pain #hearing about leonard's death after spinning YWID for two weeks was .... an experience. #and i cried every single day for a solid two weeks after david died. like i was sobbing in school / at home / on the bus uncontrollably

[heavyhitterheaux]

Another Nasty Song

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

(Requested by my baby Blanca @hoodharlow 😘)

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y/ninsta: Started the day off upset about what happened, but then I got a little encouragement from hubby 😏

jackharlow: instead of fucking the earrings off of you, I fucked that attitude out of you 🥰

y/ninsta: jackharlow I need to have an attitude more often then 😜

urbanwyatt: NO. STOP IT. how do I have NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES and I can STILL hear yall nasty asses? FUCKING RABBITS

quiiso: these two just never let up jackharlow: urbanwyatt she must have bought you some cheap ones

jackharlow: quiiso let up for what? have you seen my wife?

quiiso: jackharlow YES

2forwoyne: jackharlow YES

nemoachida: jackharlow YES

shloob_: jackharlow YES

yungskylark: jackharlow YES

urbanwyatt: jackharlow we have known what she looks like since we were fourteen

jackharlow: urbanwyatt just checking

danivalentine: I told your ass this should have been on the album!

saweetie: what you waiting for?!? RELEASE THIS

cardib: WE NEED IT

dualipa: oh 😏😏😏😏

jackharlow: dualipa DO NOT START

dualipa: jackharlow I didn't even do anything

jackharlow: dualipa you being in the comments is already doing enough. exit stage left.

druski2funny: ayeee y/ninsta I want a dance next

jackharlow: druski2funny a dance for WHAT? only person she's dancing for is ME

dualipa: druski2funny and me

jackharlow: dualipa I swear your days are NUMBERED

dualipa: y/ninsta your soon to be ex-husband is being mean to me

jackharlow: dualipa WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?

y/ninsta: jackharlow dualipa can you two learn to get along for five minutes?

dualipa: y/ninsta put that pussy on my tongue and I MIGHT consider it

jackharlow: dualipa next time I see you, it's on sight

dualipa: jackharlow BRING IT

shloob_: I think jackharlow needs to start another support group for being terrorized by dualipa

dualipa: shloob_ I'm innocent. not my fault he stole my wife.

saweetie: dualipa lmaooooooo

jackharlow: saweetie I see nothing funny about this Diamonte

saweetie: jackharlow damn throwing out the government name

jackharlow: dualipa EXCUSE ME? we were married before you even met her!

dualipa: jackharlow that's what you think

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y/ninsta: 'Cause, uh, this here another nasty song, he love it when I pull up wit' no panties on 😜

jackharlow: y/ninsta no lies were told, actually come here right now

brandisimmons: jackharlow NO! your wife is working!

jackharlow: brandisimmons I don't see the problem. I'll give her that work and send her right back to you. she might be walking a little funny tho

y/ninsta: jackharlow oh 👀👀

brandisimmons: jackharlow you two get on my last nerve

neelamthadhani: brandisimmons I second this

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME!!!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt oops. COVER ART BY MY BEST FRIEND URBAN!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta UMMMMMM

y/ninsta: oh URBY PICKED OUT MY OUTFIT TOO!

saweetie: this song is actually mild compared to nasty nasty with Boosie lmaooooo

jackharlow: saweetie I almost fainted when I heard that shit lmao

theestallion: jackharlow you and me both

normani: theestallion now I KNOW your ass isn't talking lol

theestallion: normani I plead the fifth lol

jackharlow: y/ninsta my favorite line .... Taking his soul when I dance on the dick, Spit in my mouth, I'm with all of that shit

druski2funny: jackharlow WE DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT dualipa: oh, but I did, y/ninsta let me know the time and place jackharlow: dualipa imma kick you in your forehead with my new balance 550's if you don't get your ass on somewhere claybornharlow: jackharlow dualipa LMAOOOOOOOO dualipa: jackharlow 🙄

jackharlow: druski2funny yall be nosey as hell any other damn time

y/ninsta: jackharlow oooohhhh COME HERE NEOW so we can do all of that in the song 😏

jackharlow: y/ninsta don't have to tell me twice

danivalentine: fucking FINALLY!!!!

cardib: AYEEEE Pull up on my pimpin', say my name while you in it Type of pussy make him say my name while he swimmin

2forwoyne: Gangster bitch, I make him wear my chain while he drillin' And me and my bitch might run a train on this nigga

saweetie: pretty shit, boy, you ain't fuckin' wit' no average bitch Body like Bugatti, ain't too many niggas havin' this LET HIM KNOW BABY!!!

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y/ninsta: when you tell hubby you're bored so you pull up to Magic City and drag all of privategarden with you 😏

dualipa: ARE YOU GIVING OUT DANCES? THAT IS THE QUESTION

jackharlow: dualipa NOT TO YOU

dualipa: jackharlow YET

urbanwyatt: you drag me literally everywhere

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt don't start, your shit is my shit and vice versa. you know this

y/ninsta: oh and side note if yall see urbanwyatt in public, do NOT call him urby because he won't respond to you lmaooo he only let's me call him that

quiiso: he side eyed that girl so hard lmaooooo

2forwoyne: y/ninsta I guess she had heard you say it and then when she did, he was like???

danivalentine: and we all know y/ninsta will fight over anyone in PG so act accordingly lmaooo

y/ninsta: danivalentine you already know lmao

shloob_: can we talk about how y/ninsta told jackharlow she was bored and he jokingly said let's go to a strip club and she took that shit literally and made all of us get ready so we could go with her lmaooo

yungskylark: jackharlow came down the steps confused as hell lmao

quiiso: he was like ummm? did I miss something?

danivalentine: we pulled up to Magic City and jack screamed 'I WASN'T BEING SERIOUS' and of course y/n was like 'WELL I WAS!'

urbanwyatt: it doesn't matter anyway, all y/ninsta did was dance on jackharlow the entire time while showering her in 100 dollar bills. THAT HE MADE ME PICK UP WHEN SHE WAS DONE BY THE WAY.

danivalentine: urbanwyatt LMAOOOO you get no days off

saweetie: urbanwyatt I AM SCREAMING LMAOOO

jackharlow: urbanwyatt you were her hypeman too!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow comes with the best friend duties. of course I was going to!

danivalentine: even when she almost fell and jackharlow had to catch her lmaoooo

quiiso: her ass is always doing something lol

y/ninsta: but yall love me anyway!

yungskylark: y/ninsta this is true

jackharlow: y/ninsta get up here. we're not done.

urbanwyatt: WHAT? NO! jackharlow: urbanwyatt I'll buy you more headphones

y/ninsta: jackharlow on my way smush! So let me put this pussy on you, Yeah, daddy, come and let me put this pussy on you 😜

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[ddoxhan]

forever, winter

can we stay this way forever?

word count : 1.3k

genre : fluff, first snow with winter; gn!reader x idol!winter

tw : none :)

status : one-shot; pt. 1/2; part 2

a/n : would recommend to play ‘forever’ by aespa while reading, it gives off winter season vibes :3 enjoy !!

"minjeong!"

seeing the first snow was always heart fluttering. especially with the person you love the most. as she rushed downstairs hearing the yelp, her concerned expression formed into relief and joy.

"isn't it beautiful?"

"you say that every time we see the first snow."

"well because it is, don't you think so?"

"I do, I just think it's more stunning with you sat at this very spot every year."

"oh, cut the cheesiness. I'm getting goosebumps."

two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and her favorite pochacco blanket were undeniably the best combo you could ever think of. the girl slept in slumber, letting out a few tiny snores.

she had been working on her group's newest ballad; which she was clearly over stressing herself with. it was too good for it to not be released along with their upcoming full album. you just knew people were gonna like it, no scrap that, people were gonna love it.

sometimes you just wished minjeong wouldn't be so hard on herself. to be honest, you weren't one to say anything about it as you tend to want things to be 'perfect' too. but because you knew how it felt, you didn't want her to feel the guilt and disappointment when the desired results aren't achieved.

you were thankful that she had four days off, so that she could rest and enjoy the rest of the christmassy feels of december before the year ended. but knowing her, she would never want to stay indoors for the whole holiday. little did she know, you had a small surprise for her when new year comes.

as an hour or so went by, you saw her eyes fluttering open, showing that she was still drowned in the sleepiness.

"how long was I gone for?"

"hmm, an hour? I didn't wake you cause you looked so cute with your snores."

"argh! that's so embarrassing!..."

"honey, we've lived together for years."

"but still! I want to always show you the best of me..."

"kim minjeong, we've went through this before. don't tell me you want me to narrate that time you rushed out without much makeup and I was literally blown away with your beauty."

"no! that's because my dance lesson ended late, plus I probably looked disheveled after practice."

raising a brow at her words, she returned it, making you break character and laughed your asses off.

the night went by with you showering her with endless compliments although you lack vocabulary and her turning red every now and then.

the time she was performing on stage, the time she was recording in the studio, the time she had a photoshoot.

the time she squealed seeing the puppies at the cafe, the time her eyes sparkled as she had her favourite lasagna in ages, the time she learnt how to ride the bicycle.

just her. every moment you remember were all infused with her in it and you can't be more grateful. to have her in your life and love her.

the snow had melted a little overnight as the sun seeped through the cracks of the curtain, waking you up. you looked to your side to see minjeong missing. that was when you noticed your sensory cells working, taking in the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

"we could've gotten McDonald's."

"oh, you're awake. nah, it's better to cook, we still had those ham and sausages we bought last week."

you nodded in reply, taking the seat with your back facing the garden. although you've loved the scenery of your garden, you had to let her take the one facing it when she gave you the puppy eyes. as if you weren't already a softie for her.

"let's dig in!"

"..."

"..."

"why do you like me?"

the dining table had always been quiet when you eat as you both knew that you two almost never talk while eating no matter how much any of you want to talk about something. you knew minjeong had something on in her mind.

"I don't like you. I love you more than you can imagine."

"it's morning, please spare my ears."

"alright, alright. it's because it's you."

"that's all? like anything about my appearance?"

from that, you knew it was about her looks again. she must've gone through the comments on media platforms about her again. and you knew that not everyone has the nicest things to say about others on the internet.

"you look beautiful, both inside and outside. minjeong, please don't put too much attention on those comments."

"I can't help! I just..."

she had all the reasons in her head yet they don't exist. every time she tries to find for a good solid reason to prove that the comments matter, she can't. silence engulfed the air as the staring competition went on.

"just?'

"just... fine, I give up. but it doesn't mean the comments don't matter!"

"I never said that comments don't matter. just the rotten ones. you have every right to read the comments but store the nice ones you come across and recycle the bad ones into motivation."

minjeong looks at you like you had grown a second head. not wanting to sound weird, you went with the cliché question.

"is there something on my face?"

"no no, I just found your smart side really sexy."

you were taken aback, not expecting her to be that straightforward with her choice of words. you could feel your ears burning a little, but played it cool before offering to wash the dishes.

as you grabbed for the washing gloves, you could feel arms wrapped around your torso. you recognized the vanilla scent, easing your nerves as you smiled at her snuggling into your back.

"thank you, baby. you're the best."

"to be honest, it's nothing compared to what you've done for me."

"don't say that! we both each other's safe haven. you were right, if I put too much of my mind onto the negativity, it would've just made me feel worse about myself."

"i'm glad I can make your feel better."

"as you always do."

you turned around to face her, her arms loosen a little but still holding onto you. you didn't mind whether the bubbles and soap were dripping onto the floor. what mattered was this angel in front of you.

so many years together, one glance into her orbs and you knew what she was thinking and vice versa of course. but she totally missed that playful smirk on you as you booped her nose with your gloved-hand.

she gasped, surprised but still smiley at your childishness. she got herself some soap from your gloves before doing the same as it grew into a bubble fight. but saw the end of it when you guys almost broke a plate.

"i'll finish up, get changed and wait for me?"

"where are we going?"

"somewhere."

demanding for an answer, she glared at you, failing miserably as you just chuckled at her cuteness. she still kept the glaring, making you give in as you didn't need a cardiac arrest on a very wonderful Sunday morning.

"I planned a course for our date today so our first stop would be the city park that opened last month."

"really?! oh my god, you should've told me!"

"it was supposed to be a surprise but my dear maltese was impatient."

"it still is! I'll go up now, I need to find the best fit for us. we're gonna take so many pictures today!"

she rushed to your shared room excitedly, swearing you saw a tail wagging intensely with excitement and anticipation for the day. you just couldn't contain that smile of yours whenever it came to her. her antics always made you smile. she always made you smile.

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[thewordswewrite]

Lonely Is Our Lives

Chapter 3 - Shout at the Devil

Pairing | Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

!!VERY IMPORTANT A/N!! | I want to preface this by saying I DO NOT condone Billy’s actions throughout the series. I DO NOT condone his violence or abuse, ESPECIALLY against Lucas but also including Max and the others. At the time season two came out in 2017, nearly FIVE years ago at the time I'm writing this, I was very angry and frustrated at the world, resentful of a younger sibling, and disconnected from the people around me so I kind of latched onto Billy as a character and what he represented. I absolutely DID NOT understand what his actions against Lucas truly meant and I DID NOT register it as the racism it was. Knowing what I know now I've decided to write a fic where Billy is able to let go of some of his anger and have someone there to check him and his actions in order to set him on a better path. I wrote this for me as a bit of a redemption fic for both of us.

Playlist | Link | Chapter Three: Songs 9-12

Story Summary | One fateful 1983 night you narrowly escape death on Steve Harrington’s property while Barbara Holland is presumed dead. Left jaded and angry, you carry on towards your senior year in a haze of sex, drugs, and alcohol just to get through the day. But, when Billy Hargrove moves to Hawkins, Indiana during the fall of 1984 things get worse before they get better.

Chapter Summary | Your shift turns interesting when a certain someone shows up and you have a surprisingly serious talk. The week seemed like it was going to be uneventful but late Saturday night things begin to take a turn.

Story Warnings | explicit language, angst, abusive parents, smut 18+ minors DNI, heavy drug and alcohol usage, alcohol/drug abuse, implied physical abuse, injuries,

W/C | 3.8k

Taglist | @youcantbesirius , @xronniexo , @zzokks , @marihoneywk​ ,  @darlingjae ​

A/N | Honestly I was putting off writing this cause Saph leaves for college this week and I was sad and spending all my time with her but I finished it kinda fast once I started lol. I’m not leaving for school until September and now I have to be here all alone ;( Also Dacre has a poetry book apparently? -Smoe

|Masterlist|  |Chapter One|  |Chapter Two|  |Chapter Four|  |Chapter Five|

You stared absently out the windshield of your parked car as you smoked. You’d caved and bought another pack of Djarum Specials on your way to work, much to your annoyance. You tried to be on time today and you’d left with just enough time to step through the doors exactly as your shift started but, when you’d passed the gas station on main street, you couldn't help but pull in and pick yourself up a pack.

You felt bad for making Robin, your shift partner, run the store by herself while you sat and puffed your bad mood away. She was just a year younger than you but her generally shy demeanor made her feel far younger. You’d gotten close over the months you worked together and could confidently say you’d become friends. The occasional head nod in the hallways and stray rides home were all that occurred outside the walls of Record Time and though your encounters rarely left your place of employment, you talked almost nonstop when at work. Whether it was about the newest album releases, or why she stared at Heather Holloway’s ass a little longer than necessary, you two wouldn't shut up.

You knew that once you stepped inside she’d give you an earful about being late so you gathered your senses and exited your car. As you pushed inside the shop, your ears were met with the low thrum of bass and cocked your eyebrow at Robin who sat disparagingly at the counter.

You huffed out a laugh. “The Beatles? Really?”

“Wow, how nice of you to show up,” She deadpanned.

“I’m fifteen minutes late, relax! And I’m guessing Heather was here?”

Robin’s eyes bugged out and she grumbled. “Would you keep your voice down please! And maybe I just like Oh! Darling, ever think of that?”

“Oh my god, no one is even in here!” You dropped your bag behind the counter before hopping on top of it and facing Robin. “And The Beatles are literally your ‘I’m in love and feel hopeless’ band so don’t try that with me.”

Robin stared you down defiantly but gave in when you shot her an unimpressed look. “Yeah, she was here.” She picked at her chipped black nails and sighed.

“I figured as much.”

Robin had finally admitted to you that she was a lesbian when you very bluntly asked her as much while you were closing up one night a few months ago. You’d seen her staring at a girl who had very curly brown hair and a wide smile and had been browsing the pop section for about ten minutes. When she’d finally come to the register and placed down a Madonna album, a red-faced Robin stuttered through almost the entire transaction.

When you asked her about it at the end of your shift, her eyes welled up with tears immediately and she begged you not to say anything. After a very long conversation, you’d gotten home almost an hour past your curfew and received a two-week grounding but when you dropped Robin off at her house and she gave you an awkward hug over your center console, you knew the punishment you got from your father was worth it. Since then, she’d stopped all the tepidness and became your favorite work buddy. A work buddy you loved to gossip with.

“Rob, I have had an interesting past few days.” You smiled tiredly at your coworker.

Robin looked up conspiratorially. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“So, there's this new kid and-” You were cut off by the jingle of the front door, annoyed at the interruption. You schooled your face into a customer-worthy smile and hopped down from the counter. “Welcome to Record Time, anything… speak of the devil.”

In front of you stood a gloomy-looking Billy and his sister who looked around the store eagerly. Seemingly spotting what she was searching for, Billy’s sister walked off, leaving the three of you alone.

“This the new kid?” Robin guessed from behind you.

Billy’s eyes flicked over to Robin and he shot her a flirty grin. “Billy Hargrove.”

Robin grimaced. “Pleasure.” You laughed when Billy’s smile dropped and Robin walked somewhere into the back to avoid the boy.

Billy raised his eyebrows in question and crossed his arms. “Talking about me?”

You matched his haughty attitude and stood, hip cocked out to one side. “Actually, I was before you so rudely interrupted.”

Billy looked ready to respond when a long-since familiar sound of a tape hitting the floor cut him off. Billy’s face immediately grew tight with anger and he balled up his fists. “Hey, shitbird, you’ve only got enough for one so you break it you buy it.”

“It’s no big deal, Hargrove.” You tried to cool the situation but his anger simply redirected itself to you.

“Stay the fuck out of this,” Billy took a threatening step towards his sister but you quickly walked around the counter and stood in his way. “Move.”

“How about we go outside, hm?” Your face was stony and your tone left no room for argument. “I need a smoke break anyway.”

Billy’s gaze shifted from where it was locked on the redhead down to you and finally, he looked away, the tension in the room easing slightly. “Fine.”

You called out to tell Robin you were taking ten while keeping yourself between Billy and his sister. You led him outside and pulled out your freshly purchased smokes. Billy eyed your choice of nicotine dubiously and you gave him a dirty look.

“No wonder you smell like that all the time,” He commented, his words fogging around him in the chilled November air.

“Like what?” You asked, a challenging lilt to your voice as you burned a cigarette.

You waited as Billy took a puff of one of his Reds and smirked at you, “Like Christmas.”

A pang of sadness hit your heart and memories of your childhood flashed in your head. You closed your eyes and smiled dejectedly, leaning your weight against the building. “My mom loved Christmas.”

You couldn’t tell if it was seconds or minutes that went by but when Billy finally spoke your hands felt like ice and your shoulder had gone stiff with the cold.

“I hate it here.”

“Me too.” You let yourself sink into a squat and looked up at where Billy was facing you and resting against the wall.

When he spoke again, his words lost the edge he so proudly paraded with, instead exchanging it for a tone inked with an unintentional sorrow. “California was perfect. This hick town can’t even compare.” Billy flicked his cigarette away and turned from you.

“Why’d you guys move?” You attempted to sound non-threatening as you let your fingers play with the fallen leaves on the ground. It wasn’t like you to push for details but something about Billy’s cold exterior was intriguing and, if you were being honest, a bit too close to home. You focused on where your fingers scraped against the hard concrete and not on how hollow you felt.

Billy’s voice was tight with hatred. “Neil wanted a fresh start with his brand new family.”

For a moment you stayed silent, contemplating your next words but decided it was worth it. “You should be nicer to her,” You suggested as you stood up.

“Who? Maxine?” he asked incredulously.

“If that’s your sister’s name then yes.” You saw him work his jaw and you tilted your head slightly.

Billy sneered, “She’s not my sister.”

You put your hands on your hips. “Don’t you think she might hate this too?” Your tone was a little patronizing but you couldn't help it. You knew selfish.

He shook his head, looking away. “It’s her fault we’re even here.”

Tutting, you kicked at his foot. “Is that really true, though?” Once again you heard the jingle of the entrance and looked as Maxine walked out of the store, already reaching into her plastic bag to retrieve her cassette. She stopped and glanced up at the two of you but quickly walked past and got into Billy’s car. “My house is still free Saturday.” You offered.

Billy’s tongue darted out and he licked his lips, eyes dark. “ Saturday,” He nodded.

~ ~ ~

The basketball game had been a disaster. The team had come out excited and ready to win but as the minutes ticked by the boys began to lose their coordination and were fumbling so badly that they were down twenty by the third quarter. Most of the team was angry by the end, shoving and baring their teeth at the loss. Billy took it the worst; he shouted and balled jerseys in his fists, nearly throwing Tommy H. to the floor when he made a snide comment.

You were quick to run up to Steve to comfort him after the team’s performance.

“Sorry about the game,” You smiled sympathetically.

Steve was rubbing the sweat out of his hair with a towel and shrugged. “It’s alright. I didn’t think we’d lose this bad but it’s whatever,” Steve took a swig of his water bottle and grabbed his bag. “We getting food?”

“Yeah, let me just talk to Billy for a sec,” You smiled wickedly at the horrified expression that comment earned you. You and Billy obviously weren’t close but you still wanted to try and comfort him about losing.

“Please do not talk to me about him. I’ll meet you at KFC.” He shoved you lightly and walked out the gym entrance.

Looking around, you tried to spot a head of dirty blonde curls but were left practically spinning in circles. You caught a glance of Tommy still packing his things and figured he would know.

“Tom!” You called out and the freckled boy looked up. “You seen Billy?”

Tommy’s face morphed into a scowl and he continued to pack up his belongings. “He left as soon as he was done bitching at all of us for losing.”

“Thanks anyway,” You shrugged, leaving to meet Steve.

It was annoying that he’d left without even acknowledging you but now it was nearing ten and you weren't even sure Billy was going to show at all. You stood on the cold tile of your kitchen floor and turned on the stove in preparation for your dinner. Since your hookup plans had fallen through, you decided a box of Kraft mac and cheese would have to be your company for the night. Huffing in boredom, you grabbed a stool from the island and dragged it over in front of the stove so you could quite literally watch water boil. You sat there and let your feet dangle and thump against the leg of the stool in rhythm while steam began to rise above the pot.

The house was uncommonly quiet with your father away; the TV was off and there was no yelling about everything you’d done wrong that day. Your father took weekly trips up to Chicago to get supplies for the auto shop as he was unwilling to pay the additional delivery fee. This meant that the weekend was the only time you had to yourself. You’d given your Saturday to Billy and he hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Finally, as you watched with glassy, unfocused eyes, the water began to boil and you ripped into the cardboard of the box, took out the cheese packet, and poured the uncooked pasta into the water. Just as you finished setting the timer, a knock at the door startled you. Glancing at the stove clock, you saw a flashing nine fifty-three and rolled your eyes. Billy would show up this late for a screw. You unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door to reveal an abused-looking Billy who refused to meet your eyes.

“What the fuck happened to you?” You blurted, unable to control your curiosity.

Billy huffed and pushed past you into the house. “You got a bathroom?”

You looked at him concerned but pointed to the first door down the hall and watched as he walked inside, the sound of the sink following after him. You hesitated to step forward before finally committing and following Billy into the bathroom. You stood, hip against the doorframe, and resolved yourself to not tiptoe around the situation.

“Who’d you piss off?” Billy was attempting to clean the gash on his cheek but hesitated at your question.

He took a second to glance at you in the mirror but quickly looked away and continued to dab at his face. “ You’re the one who told me to ask Steve where you lived.”

“Steve has never once won a fight and you look like you lost,” You pulled an unimpressed face and sighed. “It’s okay that you lost just-”

“Leave it alone,” He warned, eyes fiery, but you reached towards him anyway.

“Give me that.” You snatched the bloody washcloth out of his hand as he turned around to face you but, before he had the chance to move, you stepped forward and trapped him against the sink. Billy could’ve easily gotten out from where your hips held his against the ceramic counter but he let you hold him there.

Slowly, you ascended onto your toes and reached past his shoulder to open the mirror behind him. You reached farther and farther until your face was mere inches from Billy’s and when you chanced a look at his face, his eyes were already locked onto your own causing you to let out a harsh breath in surprise. When the air hit his neck, Billy shivered, goosebumps rising along his skin. You broke your gaze and grabbed the rubbing alcohol, leaning back on your heels and effectively granting Billy his personal space back.

“You better know what you’re doing,” He grumbled.

“Relax. I know how to clean a wound,” You reassured, pouring some of the liquid onto a clean portion of the cloth. You took part in a stare-down as Billy leaned away from you and you raised your eyebrows at him in expectation. A few seconds elapsed until Billy conceded, letting himself sag and you to raise your hand to his face. You took his jaw in your unoccupied hand and turned his head to better reveal the cut to you before pressing the alcohol-soaked towel flat onto his cheek, nearly cupping it. Billy hissed at the contact and you smiled softly. “Sorry.”

Billy was uncharacteristically quiet as you searched the rest of his face for more injuries, from which you noticed a bruise blooming around one of his eyes as well as his throat. You took a step back from him and threw the soiled cloth into the sink. You knew how to make quick work of cuts by now since that fateful night at Steve’s, and deftly applied butterfly bandages across his cheek to hold it together in an attempt to avoid scaring. Though it wouldn't diminish his attractiveness, you were sure he wouldn’t want a reminder of the fight. Finishing up with his face, you grabbed his hands from where they hung limp and ran your fingers over the unblemished skin of his knuckles. He didn’t fight back.

“Billy, what happened? Who did this to-” Once again he cut you off but this time it was with the rough plushness of his lips as he kissed you.

His arm found itself around your back, holding your waist softly against him as he pressed into you while his other hand simultaneously fisted into your hair and urged you closer, the contrast of his actions almost confused you. Most of the time he was unnecessarily rough and crass, never letting anyone close to him but just then in the bathroom, he let you cradle his face and patch his wounds with little complaint. Now he let you take charge within the kiss while still keeping you right where he wanted you. It seemed the only time he knew the rules of give and take was during moments like these. Billy’s thumb was caressing your cheek softly as he bit your lip, and you moaned into his mouth. The moment was broken though when you suddenly heard the sizzling of water spilling over onto the stove, sending you to hurry into the kitchen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You quickly moved the pot off the burner and turned down the flame. The pasta was essentially mush and water, now sitting in small puddles around your stove. You ran a ragged hand into your hair and groaned.

Billy had exited the bathroom and walked up behind you with a towel. “How about you leave this to soak up and we go to your room?”

You went to shoot him an annoyed look but when you caught sight of his flushed appearance,  you couldn’t help but smile. You haphazardly used the towel to soak up as much water as possible and quickly grab Billy’s hand to lead him upstairs.

The journey was short and you soon found yourself underneath Billy on your bed as he kissed you. He held himself above you with his forearms so your mouth was never too far from his own. As you kissed, your fingers scrambled down to your sweatpants and undid the knot at the top in order to slide them down. Once you had them down and off your body, you moved to the button and zipper of Billy’s jeans. As you pushed them over his ass, Billy trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His hand found its way under your shirt and began to tug it up to grant him better access to your chest.

Your hands shot up and grabbed his own to rip it away from your body. “No, leave my shirt on,” You ordered.

Billy looked confused, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth agape. “Why? I wanna see.”

You stared at him, helpless until you devised a challenge. “I'll tell you… if you tell me who beat your face in.”

Billy shook his head and went back down to kiss you. “No deal,” he murmured against your mouth. He pulled his own shirt over his head and finished kicking his jeans off so you were both staring back at each other, him clad in nothing but underwear and you in your shirt.

With both hands, Billy found the elastic of your underwear and shimmied them down your sides until they were off and discarded to the floor. You let your legs drop open as his fingers ran along your core and slowly dipped inside. The stretch was nothing, but the way he curled his fingers had your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. His thumb simultaneously circled your clit and he captured your mouth in a kiss, licking into it as he got you off with his fingers. Your pleasure climbed and you felt your nails dig into Billy’s back as his fingers kept a swift pace.

“Billy, please, ” You begged as you chased your orgasm.

Billy’s fingers slowed, much to your annoyance, and your eyes flew open. “You close?” He purred in your ear and you nodded hastily. “I want to hear your voice, baby.”

“Yes! Please, Billy, I need you!” You nearly sobbed when he finally began to move faster and urged you on with whispered praise into your ear.

You came with a loud, broken moan, shuddering as you came down. You realized your fingers had been coiled into Billy’s curls until you let go, causing him to wince at the release of pressure. You inhaled deeply but barely had time to catch your breath before you heard the crinkle of condom foil. Soon after,  Billy was plunging his cock into you and holding your hips with a bruising grip.

With each sharp thrust, you zoned out in bliss to the sound of his skin slapping against your own. Unable to do more than grip at your sheets, you arched into him to try and find your sweet spot that would have you seeing stars, whining when you couldn’t find it.

“You feel so good for me,” Billy vocalized through stuttered moans. He grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder to get a better angle and when he did, you gasped. He was now relentlessly thrusting into you in a way that had you cumming on his cock in seconds.

Billy though wasn’t done and tears pricked at your eyes in ecstasy. He uncontrollably pumped into you until he himself was cumming as well. He pulled you to him and took your mouth in a kiss, all teeth and urgency while he came down from his own high.

When he finally let you go, your chest heaved in air and sweat cooled on your body, making you shiver and pull up the blankets. Billy bent over at the end of your bed and took his cigarettes out of his back pocket.

He was about to put them away when you cleared your throat. “Lemme bum one?”

“This gonna be a theme?” He chuckled and threw you the box along with his lighter.

“It will as long as you keep giving them to me,” You smiled with one of his smokes hanging off your lips and lit it.

You watched lazily as he dressed, searching around your floor for his previously discarded clothes and putting them on with deft hands. He stood in your mirror and fixed his hair, curling some of the pieces around his finger until they were back to their original ringlet shape.

“You want to be a little more gentle next time?” He gestured to his wild hair but you only laughed wickedly.

“You want to be a little more gentle next time?” You parroted back at him and he rolled his eyes, sighing at you. He stood awkwardly, fully clothed and watching you, which left you to break the silence. “I’ll walk you out.”

Billy nodded and you twisted yourself off the bed to stand on unsure legs, slowly walking over to him. He let you lead him downstairs and to the front door, stopping in front of it so that your eyes could once again scan over his injuries. You worried your lip between your teeth but decided to leave it alone for the night.

You opened the door and gestured outside with an open hand. “Well, it’s been lovely, California but I think this is where we say goodnight.” You smiled and he returned it before walking out. You locked the door behind him.

With a sigh, you looked at the evidence of your failed dinner scattered across the floor and remembered the bloody mess in your bathroom. What the fuck happened tonight?

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x you #billy #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 2 #strange #things #billy stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #Tumblr fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #saphnsmoe #THE WORDS WE WRITE #thewordswewrite #SMOE #writing #fanfic writer #ao3 writer #fic writing #my writing #lonely is our lives #80s

[bisluthq]

From my perspective I think I am just about done with Taylor after the interview. I have already stopped streaming her music and buying her albums. She came off as a spoiled, spiteful, vengeful person to me, and her bitterness hasn’t subsided. I suspect that is the cause of the failure of her relationship with Joe. I believe he saw a real side of her. She has to be in control of everything. Friends close to Joe called her “a piece of work.” Kim said the issue was never the b* word for them. It was Taylor lying that Kanye never called her. That is why Kim released the tape. Both parties in that phone call come off as phony. But in the end Taylor will continue to do what she has always done. She will take love songs written for others and change the narrative, probably out of spite, until the next guy receives the same treatment. I used to defend her, but no longer. The narrative never changes and I am frankly bored of it. I will listen to more creative artists.

lol I can’t disagree with this more strongly but maybe that’s because I’m also a messy, weird person whose “narrative” - it’s not a narrative it’s just life - changes depending on my mood and where we’re all at? Taylor is a messy person with messy thoughts and that’s why she makes great and deeply relatable art. Of course she changed who some songs are about in her head because like it’s about her actual real thoughts and not about some random dude??? I don’t get this take??? What do you want from her?? She’s not CNN lol she doesn’t have to report the objective truth. She can just say what happened to her in her opinion and like then look back on it and be like “wow this happened again and I can still apply it to my life” and that’s fine????

rep dropped shortly after my ex and I got together right and the whole “my reputation’s never been worse so you must like me for me” stuff really resonated with me because I was dealing with the fallout from homeless guy and my whole situation with bookstore girl and like all sorts of crap. I was not a catch but she liked me. Dress also sounded gay af which made sense to me at the time because I was in a gay relationship. When I listen to those exact same songs now I hear a new thing - I hear “is it cool that I said all that?” because I said some really intense stuff to my bf when we were just friends and just hooking up and he took it 100% on board like he dgaf and when I hear Dress I also know I’ve bought stuff specifically because I knew he’d like them idk. The same exact album applies to 2 of my relationships in different ways.

Enchanted has applied to like 50 million people like do you know how many times I’ve been enchanted to meet someone???? I can’t count all of them. That doesn’t mean I lied that I was enchanted when I met the first person I was enchanted with or lied when I met the cute redhead waitress the other day and felt mad enchanted like I was indeed enchanted. I was. If I’d written the song I’d apply it to all my situations where I felt enchanted because they’re my thoughts???? I can be enchanted many times????

I have a (published) short story that’s inspired by my ex but I read it recently and it suddenly applied to my current situation (the whole premise is “you’re not my first anything but I wanna be here and it makes it special” lol). I still like the story. I don’t much like my ex - she’s ok like she’s clever and she’s pretty and she’s a nice enough person but ffs the bad outweighed the good at the end - but I like my story about her and when I read it now I don’t think of her, I think of my current partner.

There’s no “narrative” - there’s just a lady living her life dude. Same as you and same as me.

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Acoustic Music Project 1990 Acoustic / Folk / Singer-Songwriter / Indie Folk / Acoustic Rock

Beware of benefit comps, folks. They tend to be made for good causes, and for that reason alone, you should still ultimately buy them, but most of the time, the music on them ends up leaving a lot to be desired.

Case in point, this release here from 1990 called Acoustic Music Project, a compilation that both showcased the Bay Area's growing acoustic music scene at the time and benefited a local nonprofit called Project Open Hand, which served as a Meals On Wheels-type of organization for people who had been infected with HIV/AIDS. When POH was first established in the mid-80s, there were little to no social services that specifically helped people who had been afflicted with this awful, fatal disease, and there was no treatment for it, either. So, out of what seemed like pure necessity, Project Open Hand tried to fill this void, and have now expanded their scope to far more than just HIV/AIDS patients. 

Now, benefit comps are, like, the most ephemeral releases that are out there, mainly because they're not really part of any artist's discography, and they're usually made to serve a highly specific moment in time, when someone or some organization is looking to raise funds for some kind of cause. Most compilations are already inherently ephemeral, but these ones, specifically, tend to be the most ephemeral of them all, because unlike a lot of artists' own albums, they don't get reprinted and re-released; once every copy's sold, it's usually out of print forever. 

So, imagine my surprise when I was looking for this thing the other day and managed to find it digitized in the iTunes store for $9.99! I truly have no idea whether or not its proceeds still end up going to Project Open Hand three-plus decades after it was first released, but I really hope that they do, not only because that money would then help people who are in need, but also because I bought the album with an iTunes gift card that had been given to me years ago for Christmas by some homophobic relatives of mine 😏.

Anyway, this comp came out during the time when MTV Unplugged had managed to help spark this new and sort of bohemian movement that tried to assert an idea that if you stripped away all the studio contraptions and electronics that went into making most modern popular music, you'd get to, like, the true inner-soul of the artist who was performing it, and then you'd find out just how real and talented that that artist actually was. And I think that there's, maybe, a small nugget of truth to that sentiment, in that you tend to get more soulfulness in a quieter and intimate setting, but I'm not sure that that necessarily makes for a better product in the end. Some people really convinced themselves that that was definitely the case, though 🤷‍♂️.

Either way, as was to be expected, this isn't a very good listen. People don't usually contribute their best work to a benefit comp, and that holds true with this one too. Half of this album is comprised of live recordings, all performed from San Francisco's Great American Music Hall, and the other half was recorded in a variety of studios. And you'd think peoples' opportunity to bear their soul in front of a live audience might translate well to an acoustic comp like this one, but it really doesn't. Not even serious stars like Penelope Houston from local punk legends The Avengers, kings of the indie slowcore/sadcore sound, the American Music Club, or Alex Chilton—frontman of beloved power pop band Big Star and psychedelic-pop-rock-blue-eyed-soul group The Box Tops, who had a big #1 hit in the late 60s with "The Letter"—could save it. At the end of the day, this album just mostly falls flat and no one performs anything that's very remarkable. 

That is, except for one song, really: a cover of pop and rock singer-songwriter Harry Nilsson's Grammy-winning "Everybody's Talkin'," by San Francisco's The Sneetches. Nilsson's version was also famously interpolated in 2002 by Paul Oakenfold for his electronic pop-rap single, "Starry Eyed Surprise," which featured Shifty Shellshock from everyone's favorite turn-of-the-millennium one-hit wonder rap-rock group, Crazy Town, who scored their only Hot 100 Billboard hit by topping that very chart with "Butterfly" back in 2000. "Starry Eyed Surprise" never hit the top 40 on the Hot 100, but it was featured in this pretty memorable summer-dusky Diet Coke rollerskating ad in the early 2000s:

And The Sneetches do a wonderful job of reproducing the jangly and swiftly strummed folk guitar melody from the original version of "Everybody's Talkin'" here, with a wistful, 70s-styled vocal to go along with it too. By far, this is the most full, complete, and satisfying song within this whole collection here.

So, even though you never *really* know if a benefit comp is going to wow you, chances are good that it won't. But with that comes the solace that your money most likely wasn't flat-out wasted, because it's going to a good cause, and sometimes, even if the album isn't consistent, you still come across a gem or two, like you do here with this album. 

Highlights:

Chuck Prophet & Stephanie Finch - "Step Right This Way" The Sneetches - "Everybody's Talkin'"

#acoustic #acoustic music #folk #folk music #singer songwriter #indie folk #indie #indie music #acoustic rock #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #Youtube

[blueshroom666]

I am in an abusive relationship with King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

I fucking love the band King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard. I don’t need to explain myself, there’s a billion video essays on YouTube praising the band and they’re even so good that 4chan hates them.

I am currently writing this whatever rant on September 7th, 2022; the day that will live on in infamy around the sphere of indie music, the day every music reviewer quivered in their boots, the day that people who collect vinyl wish that they had another hobby. More simply the day that King Gizzard revealed the 3 full-length albums that they are going to be releasing in the same month. (Hey future me, are the albums any good? At least one of them has to be okay tier.) Now I, like any fan, am very excited for these albums to release, but it got me reflecting. Reflecting on the last, and first time I saw King Gizzard live. Or as I like to call it:

(Warning: I use a lot of exaggeration in this, this whole thing is kind of a half-joke)

THE WORST KING GIZZARD SHOW OF 2022

Let me explain.

I live in Arizona, which causes the very weird phenomena of bands just not doing shows in the state. Every now and then they will, but it's usually one show and sometimes (like in the case of King Gizzard) added on afterwards. I have literally watched, with my own eyes, bands hit every state around Arizona and somehow just forgetting it. So seeing that there was not only one, but two King Gizzard shows announced in Arizona I couldn't believe my eyes. Since at the time I was still a "hard-working" student, and both shows were on a school night, me and my friends decided to go to the Tempe show, as the Tuscon show was a hour drive away. (Foreshadowing; we should've risked the drive.) The night came and we were so excited. This was the first real show I was going to that I would know EVERY song that they could play. (I hadn't seen Ween yet.) The morning before the show, the band posted on their Instagram what the show's poster was going to be. (For context, every different King Gizzard show has a poster for it designed by the band's artist, Jason Galea.) The poster for the show is as follows:

Not only is this the third toy-themed poster, the other two being fan-favorites, but this was themed after their (at the time) recent album Butterfly 3000, one of their most complex releases since my personal favorite Polygondwanaland, but also the first King Gizzard album I bought on vinyl. Also, they had only performed one of the songs off of it live before (Shanghai), and it seemed that tonight we were going to hear it.

We got to the venue at a good time, but even then there were still people lined up around the block. Before we went in however, an event happened with one of my friends that I have immortalized forever in an MSPaint comic.

(Don't worry, he got in by finding some sort of ID on his phone)

Beautiful

With that out of the way, we entered the venue and proceeded to wait in a long ass line for the merchandise booth. I bought said poster and two CDs (Oddments and Gumboot Soup) and then we watched the opening band.

The opening band was Spellling and they were really good. The only thing about them that I knew beforehand was that Antony Fantano had given one of their albums a 10, so I knew they would be okay at best. During the opener we got to see a glimpse of Stu Mackenzie (King Gizzard's frontman) watching Spellling from the side of the stage.

To us then it seemed like he was just seeing how the opener was doing, but now I see it as him observing the crowd and deciding that "I'm going to create the worst setlist we will have for the entire tour, no, our entire touring career."

The show was fun while it lasted. I moshed in the pit, I screamed all the WOOs, and I even recorded the whole show on my phone. (Link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyAMHJxxMBg) The setlist was as follows:

(Chips was the highlight of the night)

Even as we left the venue I was thinking in the back of my head "That setlist kinda blew", but I didn't put much thought into it probably because of all the weed that was in the air at the show. It wasn't until the day after that I really put some thought into it and realized,

WHAT THE FUCK KING GIZZARD

None of those fucking songs are the ones that any fan says "oh yeah, you gotta hear this". They aren't even deep cuts! They're just songs you would find straight in the middle of their most played on Spotify. Sure The Dripping Tap is good, but they had been playing that at every second show. Ontology and Static Electricity are my favorite songs off of their respective albums, but their albums are also two of my least favorites. Planet B and Organ Farmer are the least interesting songs off of Rat's Nest, and The Great Chain of Being is my least favorite King Gizzard metal song period. Garden Goblin was good, the album it was on hadn't been released yet, and The Bitter Boogie was the best part of the night. But damn it Gizz, you didn't even play a song off of the album that the poster was themed off of! NO SHANGHAI, NO CATCHING SMOKE, NO INTERIOR PEOPLE, NO YA LOVE, NOT EVEN FUCKING BLUE MORPHO.

Suffice to say I was a little bit pissed off. But that wouldn't even cover what my reaction was when I saw the setlist for the show they played the next night, an hour away.

HOLY SHIT

Is that a suite from their narrative-driven album? Is that a song using the flute with one of their best riffs? Is that 3 of their best metals songs and the LIVE DEBUT of a new one? Is that a microtonal suite with an intro and outro? And most important of all...

IS THAT MOTHERFUCKING SHANGHAI?!

I was not only furious, I was upset. Not only had I been to one of their worst shows, but I had missed out on one of their best. I will forever regret not going to that Tuscon show, but what was I to do? I would have gotten home at 2 AM on a school night, and there was no way for my parents (or my body) to allow that.

Fuck you Stu Mackenzie, fuck you Joey Walker (even though you kissed a man at the show), fuck you Michael Cavanagh, fuck you Cook Craig, fuck you Lucas Skinner, and even fuck you Ambrose Kenny-Smith. You not only pissed me the fuck off, but you broke my heart as well.

I hope your next three albums are unbearably mid.

(I'm really only half-joking, the show was fun and I still love King Gizzard, see them live if you can)

#kglw #king gizzard and the lizard wizard #rant

[lastchancevillagegreen]

Tuesday, 19 December 2023:

Lifehouse Chronicles Pete Townshend (Eel Pie) (released in 2000)

Oh look! Mr Unsustainable Library Man buys yet another item from his Friends of The Library job! The box sets are all marked down by 50% in an effort to get them out the door and this set, which I've had my eye on since I began two months ago, was priced at $50. Today, I snagged it for $25. Sure, the corrugated cardboard slipcover which you see above in both front and back photos followed by a spine shot, is a little less than perfect. But for $25 I don't think I would have even cared if the slipcover was even present, I was buying this. (I recall when Townshend offered it up on his website 23 years ago. I don't believe the price was egregious--someone on discogs claims they bought it for $60 from Townshend's merch table back in the day--but I am almost certain I didn't buy it because two of the six discs were a radio play. I'm sure that caused me no amount of agony. Today, I actually look forward to hearing that play!)

But here's the funny thing. About five years ago I went on a major Who bender thanks to receiving the box set Maximum As & Bs (The Complete Singles) and decided to listen to their entire catalog. I had three of their boxed sets that I'd never played and it was high time I got over my Tommy phobia, an album I've downright hated. I was cruising along just fine (even when it came to having to hear Bald Headed Mountain and Go Home Louie too many times thanks to the My Generation box set), getting through the Who's canon and recalling with ease why I loved this band so much. And then I came to Who's Next. I played it once and my Who catalog study died, instantly. I couldn't bear the thought of hearing that album again.

Don't get me wrong, I love the album, but it has been played to death by me as a kid. My mother was so mad when I brought it home because she didn't want me to have it because she loathed the cover. The funny thing is I was so stupid, I didn't even realize what they had just been doing on that cover until years later. How that is possible is beyond me, but it's the truth. Anyhow, I've overplayed this album and radio has overplayed this album and anyone over the age of 50 has overplayed this album. And it is treated as if it were the end all and be all of rock and roll and maybe it is. But I decided I never needed to hear it again in my lifetime.

So, here I sit with a six disc set of songs that ultimately became Who's Next. I mean, what am I thinking? Well, as I type this I'm listening to disc one and Pete's demos are always so brilliant it's like hearing these songs anew. And then there are all the songs I've never heard: Time Is Passing, Mary, Greyhound Girl... and suddenly I'm wondering if I get that massive Who's Next box on Christmas, a box which is ten discs on top of this six disc set and suddenly I have 16 discs of an album I never wanted to hear again in my lifetime. And suddenly I want to live in a remote end of the world and play that box and this box full volume and dance around and wish I was at least 42 all over again. (I was 13 years old when Who's Next came out. Dear heavens. No wonder all us old men act like it was the epitome of rock and roll heaven.) And as Pete's demo of Baba O'Riley (Instrumental) comes on it makes me laugh to think I don't know of a single Who fan who thought Pete's use of synth on that song was a blight on his otherwise standard four piece rock and roll outfit. We accepted the new sound with grace and pleasure.

Below is the trifold box that fits inside the slipcover. Below you will find photos of the front and the back of that trifold box.

What follows are a series of photos showing you each panel of this box opened up and culminating in the entire box being seen in all its opened up glory! First is the left panel...

The middle panel...

and the right panel, seen below.

And here is the shot of the entire package opened.

The next series of photos show the front of the booklet, the booklet opened up randomly and then the back of the booklet.

The next shot will show you the front of all six of the wallet cards.

This next shot shows you the backs of those same wallet cards in the same position as above.

And finally here are all six CDs on top of their corresponding wallet cards.

The next six shots bring you all six CDs individually. First up, of course, is Disc 1.

The second disc:

Here is Disc 3:

Disc 4, below, is the final disc of music.

The fifth disc is the first disc of the Lifehouse radio play.

The sixth disc is the final disc of the radio play and the final disc of the entire set.

[bmaxwell]

Dragon Quest Heroes: Rocket Slime

My relationship with handheld video games is pretty sparse. My parents got me a Gameboy way back when, and I only remember Tetris (of course) and John Elway Football. I didn’t bother with any other handheld systems (though my mom had a Game Gear) until Final Fantasy Tactics Advance was released as a Gameboy Advance only title. Even then, I got more use out of the Gameboy Player attachment for the Gamecube than the handheld system itself. 

I bought a Nintendo DS in April of 2006. I remember this because my wife and I were on our honeymoon, and we got a DS along with Tool’s 10,000 Days and Pearl Jam’s self-titled album, both of which had just released. I got a DS mainly to play Animal Crossing: Wild World, and Final Fantasy Tactics Advance 2. I didn’t get into many games outside of these two. One was Hotel Dusk: Room 215. Another was Dragon Quest Heroes: Rocket Slime. 

Dragon Quest is foundational in my love of RPG’s and of video games in general and, before this game, I hadn’t played one since Dragon Warrior IV in 1990. Rocket Slime bears little gameplay resemblance to its parent series though. 

For starters, you don’t play as a human hero who is out to save the world from a great evil. You play as a slime named Rocket, living in a slime-town named Boingburg. Rather than saving the world, you’re just trying to save the residents and rebuild your town after platypus monsters called The Plob fuck it all up. This occurs after a mishap involving Rocket and a mysterious flute. Gone is the series’ turn-based combat. Instead, the moment-to-moment gameplay is divided between two types:

Realtime movement and combat, akin to a top-down Zelda title. You are bouncing around the world fighting and solving puzzles by stretching yourself out like a rubber band and flinging yourself at stuff. Things get bounced up in the air, and you can catch them and carry them on your head. The world is full of tracks and minecars which can be used to send the stuff you find back home to Boingburg. Rescued slimes will return to their homes, captured enemy monsters can take up residence, and items can be sold or loaded into your TANK.

The second portion of the gameplay is TANK combat. Now, the word TANK conjures the image of, well, a tank. The tanks in Rocket Slime are more like mobile fortresses. There are two floors to move between, picking up ammo and launching it out of either of your two cannons. One cannon fires straight ahead, the other fires an arcing shot up in the air. You see, the enemy tank is also firing at you, so your ammo can collide in midair and cancel each other out. 

Early on this is pretty simple but as you progress throughout the game you start adding crew members to your TANK and finding more items and weapons to fire out of your cannons. You start trying to make sure your weak rocks and garbage cancel out the enemy ammo, and that your high damage projectiles strike their target. You can also launch yourself at the enemy tank to attack its crew, cause chaos, and eventually destroy the heart or engine or whatever. Or you can just run over the enemy tank and start disrupting things while your AI crews continues loading and firing your cannons. 

There’s a nice balance between the overhead exploration and the frantic tank battles. One thing that is intact from the core series is the penchant for puns. Dragon Quest has always had punniest, dad-jokiest humor and it is on full display here. You command the Schleiman Tank. There’s a priestess named Mother Glooperior. The leader of The Plob is The Plobfather, Don Clawleone. You get the picture.

What isn’t here is the silly horniness dragon quest games have always had I guess? I don’t think of them that way, when you ask me “Which games are horny?” I think of 2B’s shortie little maid outfit, or Bayonetta doing impossible flips in a skintight leotard. Dragon Quest is...well, here’s Jessica from Dragon Quest 8:

If your game has boob physics, it gets the #horny tag.

Also, after playing Dragon Quest XI I now understand the term “puff-puff.” I remember Dragon Warrior IV having a shrine where you could change job classes*. There were NPC’s milling around the place talking about becoming a fighter, or weighing between becoming a cleric or wizard. I remember an old man with a staff and white beard saying “I want to be a young girl.” So I guess the series has always been pervy around the edges, in a jokey way at least. 

But not this game!

Anyway, Rocket Slime is a wonderful, weird, light little spinoff. The overhead combat and puzzle solving all by way of flinging yourself into a thing, then catching it when it bounces up in the air is just weird enough to be charming, and the tank battles are cool as hell and something I haven’t really seen done elsewhere. 

* This was the only way to access the Sage job class.

[latetaektalk]

LITERALLY ME TOO!!! I cannot contain my excitement !! the show was on late at night for me but when I saw the picture that she was on the red carpet, I knew she would be announcing something… but I fell asleep 😭😭 I’m always asleep when she announces something! luckily I woke up a few hours into the show and saw the clip, and she was top trend on twitter!!! only downer is that the 21/10 release date is a hard date for me so I might give it a few days before I listen but I’m still so excited 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

It’s giving me 1989 (musical style) meets reputation (but like the romantic side of rep) meets evermore (sad girl feelings)... what do you think? I wonder what she’s cooked up for us!! and 3 VMAs for the ATW film, it’s what she deserves ✨ also, BLACKPINK. what a performance !!!!! the vocals, the outfits, the rap, they killed it. and rose partying it up with taylor, ah what a life they live 😭

I’m good thankyou!!!! how are you, how have you been? I literally just scrolled to your page to see when we last spoke and saw u replied, I totally missed that 😭😭😭 I’m so sorry!!! your Amsterdam trip sounds so lovely, I’m glad u had some a great time!! you saw THE MISS RODRIGO?? how was it, tell me everything! I’ve watched a lot of her tour performances online and they are so so good!!!! oh gosh how weeeird, I literally bought that book and read it at the beach about a month ago - I’ve read about half cause it’s so sad at times so I had to take a break from it, but I’ll be picking it up soon to finish it! I’ve been filling my time reading cute tiktok romcom books and watching never have I ever 😭😭 it’s such a funny show if you haven’t seen it (on netflix).

speak soon, 🦋 :) xxxxxxx

sorry bub !! ive been working 24/7 so i totally forgot to answer rip but yes oh my god i saw the news while at work and i just freaked out a little!! definitely made my morning <3 and uff i hope you get to listen to the album soon after it drops!! its unfortunate that its a busy date for you, but welp the masterpiece of an album will be waiting for you ✨

and oh my god yes i agree!! i totally get what you mean, especially when you say the romantic side of rep!! id add in the hopelessly in love but love is oh so hard side of lover to it as well !! cant believe this is actually happening tbh,, another new taylor swift album wasnt on my 2022 bingo card at all haha and oh my god yeah! the girlies really killed it on stage 💓💓 just their outfits were enough to have me in awe !! a fashion moment!! and the fact that rose was hanging out with taylor,,,,, idk who im more jealous of tbh HAHA

dont worry, bub!! its totally fine, i get that sometimes replies get eaten up and life is just busy so dont worry at all!! ive been real busy to be honest,,, i think ive had the busiest past two and half months in my life rip but theres an end in sight, so hopefully october will have me return a little more!! both socially and also here! and hehe thanks im still thinking abt my amsterdam trip on the daily tbh 💓 yes, i did!! actually still in disbelief abt it!! but yes it was as amazing and great as youd expect it to be! she is prettier even in person, and i wasnt even all that close to the stage so upclose she must be fucking insane ✨also yes she is my lockscreen now if youre wondering

and oh yeah on earth we're briefly gorgeous is painful to read but it is also so so so good and evidence for how good books can be!! tell me what you think of it when u finish it because it might just be my favourite book of this year haha and oh yeah ive heard of never have i ever!! im so bad at watching shows tho, so i havent had the chance to check it out. the last thing i watched was the office but that was also only because ive wanted to watch it for like five plus years. aside from that, i havent touched a new show since the umbrella academy/you dropped

either way, hope youre doing well 💓💓 also i hope you streamed august last month !!

#🦋 anon #linh.ask #linh.anon

[keanchantedtomeetyou]

sudden

it's chaeng's graduation and yeol's once in a while day off— an entry to #EXOPINKNarrationWeek

checkout all the other entries through their twitter acc @/exopinkwrites

"If you want, you can spend your free time outside." Dad stated. " You're mom and I had to go straight from the airport to school for your graduation and we both need rest, hun. We're old that's what we need, rest. Lots of rest." He quoted with his hands in the air to emphasize the last sentence.

"Dear, dad means if you have someone to spend your after graduation rites then go, you can meet him." Cheeks red, I turned around so that my parents wouldn't notice it.

After a few more words exchanged and after preparing my things, my phone lights up signaling a text. He must be downstairs. Should I let him in first? So what am I going to introduce him as? A friend? He is a friend. Someone close to my heart but that was all there is to it. Dismissing the thought of letting my friend meet my parents first, I gently locked the front door so as to avoid any noise remembering how the elders actually wants to rest from a tiring four hour journey.

"Chaeng, congratualtions!" Greeted by a single calla lily and a man 6 feet 1 inch tall, he opened his arms wide expecting our usual hugs. This is nothing new friends do hugs, right? So I went in to do so.

"You should have waited inside the car it's hot outside here."

"Don't you know we need our daily dose of vitamin D from the sun?" He defended.

"If you need vitamin D you wake up early and go for a walk. It's 2pm and it is freaking hot that you'll burn." This dude seriously.

"Aye! Aye! Miss maam! Starting tomorrow I'll take your advice so calm down." He surrenders far from the competitive Park Chanyeol the world knows. This guy is a wonder I can't seem to understand. He opened the front seat for me.

"You need to tell me first where we are going, Yeol." He laughed and mouthed 'it's a surprise, dear' then proceeded to start the car.

A month ago after the final list of graduates were released, Yeol asked me if I was busy on the day of my graduation. He says it's the same day as his day off so he'd like to go out. As I did not actually have plans after the ceremony, I agreed to spend his free day with him. Chanyeol is a good friend. A well-known musician who happens to be Baekhyun’s, my friend and the café owner of Delight where I usually spend my free time, cousin. Met him one time while he was trying to get away from his manager after staying up for two days while preparing for his upcoming album. He says he wanted to sleep so I let him.

It took an hour and half until he suddenly turned left to a familiar place. Surprised, I turned to him and there he was, grinning from ear to ear.

“I always wanted to go here.” I told him out of the blue.

“This is my graduation gift for you, Chaeng.” He states while trying to park the car. For the past 10 minutes my eyes were glued to the bright colors displayed as well as the exciting rides seen from outside. “You told me this was a dream for you, right? Let’s go inside.”

“Two all access tickets please.” He bought tickets and I can’t be more than excited to be able to try each ride. I’ve always been a fan of amusement parks. The kids’ all time favorite carousel, the vikings and so much more.

“We are definitely going to try log rides, Yeol. I don't care if we’re going to get all wet.” He nodded as a response.

“That is why I brought extra clothes, Chaeng. You don’t need to worry about anything. Try any ride you want, this is your day. No one is old enough for an amusement park, here every one is equal.”

28 isn’t old enough for here huh? I just recently finished with my masters and the next thing I do is go ride rollercoasters? I guess that’s a good idea to be able to get rid of all the stress the final paper caused me.

For the whole day we went on to try different rides. He suggested we do bumper cars first and it was actually fun seeing him so hyped up after losing control while being stuck in between other people’s cars. Chanyeol Park hates losing. He hates not being in control specially in games and he is now. After 10 minutes we decided to try another ride and I had to listen to him rant about how the management should have checked the car he chose as he ‘feels’ there is something wrong with it; or that’s just him trying to make himself believe he did not lose completely, he just was unlucky.

We decided to take on The Pendulum for our next ride. It’s a great ride for those who want to express their frustrations out. It was then when I realized how this day isn’t just about us celebrating my graduation but for him too. Yeol needs an outlet. Being a star, he’s expected to put on a smiling face no matter what people throws at him and it’s tiring too. I’m just glad he’s enjoying this as much as I do.

Theme park visits won’t be complete without trying their Haunted Attractions. “You don’t have to be scared, Chaeng. I got you. I’m the man, I'll protect you.” He states with shaking hands and feet. This giant does not go well with jump scares. He’s not easily afraid but easily gets surprised. I’m afraid we won’t be able to finish the whole haunted mansion journey as he suddenly gets physical when surprised. Which actually happened.

“My hand moved on it’s own!” He complained. “I did not do that on purpose, sir. I was surprised when that ghost suddenly appeared in front. It was a reflex action.”

“Okay Mr. but since now that you two are out I’m suggesting you don’t go inside once again as we don’t want our staff to get hurt.” He’s one big man so his hands definitely are huge.

He sighs disappointedly and it made me laugh. Chanyeol getting worked up because he was asked to leave the haunted mansion after he slapped a ghost is funny.

We then decided to move to the carousel, he says it's his favorite ride as a kid. I look at him the whole time and notice how cute he is as his dimple in the left cheek appears whenever he's smiling. During the whole ride he let me sit on the horses while he stood there in front.

"Are you enjoying this, Yeol?" I asked. He nods as a response and I give him a smile.

"You look beautiful when you’re happy, Chaeng. I love you.” Suddenly, upon realizing what he just said and surprised by his own words, he immediately covered his mouth. He turned away avoiding my gaze.

“I love you too, Yeol.” I answered. Slowly looking back my way wearing another surprised look as if he wasn’t just surprised by what he recently said, “YOU DO?!” He shouted. Surprised by my answer he suddenly lets go of the pole he's been holding for balance and was about to fall off the turning carousel, luckily I was able to hold onto him.

This man will forever not be funny. “I do, Chanyeol Park.”

#exopink #rosé #bp rosé #chanyeol #oneshot #drabble #alternate universe

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Date With the Side Characters is Going Terribly and Then it Starts to Rain

Brothers ver.

Diavolo

It was a tragic truth that the poor Crown Prince didn’t get to go out and have fun very often, but he had managed to get a singular day off! He of course was going to spend it with the future monarch-consort of the Devildom!

Diavolo had a whole list written out that was full of fun cliche date activities that he wanted to try, and it was also full of stuff MC said they wanted to do, so the date was going to be completely perfect.

As Diavolo and MC walked hand in hand to Madame Scream’s, they both took notice to the fact that literally every single demon in the vicinity was staring at the two of them.

The crown prince laughed it off, saying that MC looked so positively radiant that everyone couldn’t help but stop and look. MC laughed and leaned their head against Dia’s arm, but both of them knew full well that everyone was really staring at Diavolo.

To be fair, wouldn’t you stare if the most powerful person in the entire realm walked by holding hands with a pathetic little human?

They got to Madame Scream’s, got their sweets, then Diavolo got a phone call. It was Lucifer frantically explaining that the RAD gym was on fire and he needed to run everything by Diavolo before he could do anything about it.

That ate up about fifteen minutes and the desserts ended up getting cold… Diavolo tried to make light of it as the two finally got to eat their chocolate chip cookies.

“So apparently one student thought it would be a good idea to set a firework off inside, you know I encourage having fun at school but maybe they should have set this off outside.” “Maybe..?”

Next it was time for a romantic walk on the beach! That would have gone better if Diavolo remembered it was giant-crab season. As cool as it was to watch Diavolo hammer-throw an eight foot tall crab into the ocean it left MC’s ankles vulnerable to get pinched by regular sized crabs.

And maybe they both should have wore appropriate shoes… they were sinking into the sand and it was getting into their shoes…

Okay, so the beach didn’t work out, Diavolo had plenty of other ideas! They just had to- wait he was getting another call.

Half an hour later, Diavolo was finally able to hang up and gave MC an apologetic look. He said that he needed to cut the date short and go to an unavoidable meeting…

Oh well, at least this date couldn’t get any-

A loud crack of thunder caused Diavolo to nearly drop his phone in surprise. Oh… oh no… not rain…

Large droplets of water pelted the pair as they waited for Barbatos to pick them up. Diavolo slowly lifted up his arm and shielded MC from the rain as best he could. Well… this outfit was ruined, the least he could do was try and save MC’s…

“Well…” Diavolo tentatively began. “I heard getting caught in the rain is supposed to be romantic..?”

MC only sighed and moved a little closer, they folded their arms and stared blankly ahead. Their glassy expression made the crown prince’s heart sink right to the floor. Maybe he could cancel the meeting! He promised he’d spend more time with MC and he intended to keep it!

“MC, I could-”

“Dia, no.” MC looked up and gave him a small smile. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I knew what I was getting into when I said I’d be with you. Your kingdom is more important than one little date.”

“But I wanted to make you happy today…” Diavolo mumbled. His kingdom had always come first, before his friends, before MC, before even himself, was it so much to ask to have just one day for him to spend with the person he loved?

The human reaches up and lowered Diavolo’s arm and looped it around their shoulders. “And you did, any time that I get to spend with you makes me happy. Besides, it wasn’t all bad. The crab moment was pretty awesome.”

MC pulled out their DDD and showed Diavolo a picture of himself chucking the giant crab into the watery horizon. “We can put at least one moment of this date into the photo album.”

The precise tapping of the falling raindrops cause the DDD to flick to the next picture, which was an awkwardly angled snapshot of MC brandishing a stick at a much smaller crab who had attached its claws to their ankle.

“Uh, maybe not this picture…”

Barbatos

The poor butler rarely ever gets a day off, and he could tell MC missed spending time with him, so he asked Diavolo for a day off.

Of course Diavolo said yes, but when the day of the date came…

Barbatos saw every mishap and disaster coming a mile away. The smart thing to do would be cancel the date, but NO. Barbatos was going to use his powers for good and make sure MC had the time of their life!

The first disaster was supposed to come in the form of a pickpocket stealing MC’s wallet, key word being supposed.

As the perp made their way through the somewhat crowded sidewalk, fully prepared to swipe some wallets, Barbatos quickly twirled and dipped MC out of the way. This action also conveniently had the result of Barb knocking the pickpocket out cold.

MC of course, was none the wiser of the attempted theft and just assumed Barbatos was being suave (tm).

The second disaster was both MC and Barbatos getting hot coffee accidentally spilled all over them. Or it WOULD have been if Barbatos hadn’t quickly notified the person that would have spilled the drink that their shoelaces were undone.

Hell yeah! Second disaster averted!

The date progressed smoothly, well, as smooth as it could have gone. All those days of work and the task of making sure MC was none the wiser of any of the nasty things that could have ruined the date was really making Barbatos tired…

“Barbatos, are you alright?” “*exhausted breathing* Y-yes dearest, of course. Don’t trouble yourself.”

MC would have bought that lie if Barbatos didn’t look like he had just finished running a ten kilometre long race through a heatwave.

After making sure MC was not in the path of the escaped hellhound that would be running down the street in three, two, one, there it went, MC was safe and sound, Barbatos sighed in relief.

Just one more thing…

In the smoothest possibly motion, Barbatos opened the umbrella he had been carrying and held it over himself and MC.

MC looked up at the umbrella perplexed. “Barbatos, why-”

Thunder rumbled as the first drops of rain pelted harmlessly against the umbrella. Barbatos smiled softly and took MC’s hand. “Did you enjoy the date, darling?”

“Have you been doing damage control all day..?” MC asked. “Oh no wonder you look exhausted…”

Barbatos’ face burned with embarrassment when MC wrapped their arms around him.

“You work way to hard, this date was supposed to be relaxing for the both of us,” MC sighed. “You know what? We’re going to go back to the Demon Lord’s Castle, and I’m making you tea and snacks.”

“MC..?”

They began to pull Barbatos in the direction of the castle and plucked the umbrella out of his hand.

“I’ll hold this.” MC smiled brightly. “You relax, mister.”

Barbatos was about to protest, then sighed, no future he could see in his brief overview involved MC giving up on their new mission to make him take a break. He felt himself smile, he really lucked out with this human, didn’t he?

Simeon

The next volume of TSL had been released and Simeon was officially completely exhausted. He had spent the past two days signing special hardback copies and his writing hand was officially deceased.

He needed to relax and unwind… who better to do it with than MC? Simeon simply invited MC over to Purgatory Hall to hang out.

Oh my~ premarital eye contact~

It was just so nice, MC rested their head on Simeon’s chest while they lounged in bed watching TV, their hands gently intwined, the smell of Luke baking cookies…

Simeon let out a content sigh, he was truly and completely at peace in that moment. The soft knock on the door to his room barely phased him.

Solomon poked his head into the room with a bright smile.

“Hi you two, so sorry to barge in on your date, but before Luke took over the kitchen I made way too much food. I’ll bring some in for you guys!” “Solomon no-” “Wait!”

The date was now in intense danger. They needed to get out of there immediately! The first thing the angel could think to do to save the love of his life was to throw them out of the window.

Fret not, MC’s fall slowed considerably and they gently landed on the grass outside thanks to Simeon’s magic, but the angel himself was not as lucky. Yes his fall was slowed, but he still faceplanted into the dirt.

The two ended up running for dear life away from Purgatory Hall, further exhausting Simeon.

Well, at least they ended up near a very pretty fountain. Simeon and MC sat on the fountain ledge and resumed their snuggling.

Until Simeon got a phone call from a very frantic Luke begging for help with his math homework.

Due to being quite rusty at the subject, Simeon had to teach himself how to calculate the square root of something and then teach Luke, which was honestly frustrating for everyone involved.

After the homework was felt with, Simeon got ready to sit back down on the fountain ledge, ended up missing, then slipped straight into the fountain. It was a good thing that the water was shallow…

Then to MC and Simeon’s horror, it began to rain.

“Well…” Simeon sighed, he accepted MC’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled out of the fountain. “This isn’t so bad..?”

Lightning cracked in the distance, Simeon pulled MC into his arms on reflex, only to then realize that MC had become just as soaked as he was.

“I… sorry, MC.”

Simeon slowly unwrapped his arms from around MC, but the human remained firmly in place. “Ah, it’s fine. Want to call a cab or back to Purgatory Hall?”

“Y-yes, that sounds-” Simeon felt around for his phone, then winced and looked into the fountain. His phone was lying at the bottom of the fountain… “Do you think you could call?”

MC perked up and planted a kiss on Simeon’s cheek. “Of course, we can cuddle in the car.”

“That sounds wonderful…”

Solomon

Solomon decided to text MC at two in the morning to ask them out. In his defence, he was up late making potions and didn’t notice what time it was.

“Hey MCMCMCMCMC-” “ITS TWO OCLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING.” “Wanna go on a date tmrw?” “…ok.” “🥳” “see you tomorrow, Solomon.” “Oh yea- that reminds me- look at this snail I saw yesterday.” “Effervescent.” “Marry me.”

Obviously super happy that MC said yes to the date, Solomon was newly rejuvenated and went back to making his potion. It was six in the morning when he realized that maybe he should have just quit while he was ahead and went back to sleep.

It was a little late for that! He needed to go to school, then go on the date. Solomon gracefully took MC’s hand, led them out of the school, then fell down the stairs.

It um… may have messed up his tailbone. Solomon never felt more like an old man than when he and MC sat down at the cafe for coffee and MC had to help him into his seat.

The coffee arrived, MC and Solomon drank it, and Solomon just sighed in relief. This was nice, time with his sweet MC…

The way they made him feel so completely at ease… that smile… those eyes… those eyes were looking very confused-

“Solomon…” “Yes my sweet?” “There’s uh… there’s a giant spider on your head…”

…Solomon looked up and the giant spider fell right into his drink. He wasn’t thirsty anymore.

A little later, he and MC were walking hand in hand through the park, the darkness of the Devildom was almost comforting as the fireflies and pixies created little balls of light that danced around the pair.

It was such a soothing sight to behold, Solomon and MC sat down beneath a giant tree. MC rested their head on his shoulder, and Solomon let out a content sigh. He was just going to rest his eyes for a moment…

Solomon was harshly shaken awake by MC who yelled at him for falling asleep in the presence of pixies. Solomon had completely forgotten that pixies like to possess sleeping people. That was probably why he was awoken in the middle of stuffing his face with cookies that were in his backpack.

The two unanimously decided that it would be best to head back to Purgatory Hall. When the two had just returned to civilization… Solomon heard thunder.

Quick as a flash, Solomon looped his arm around MC’s waist and pulled them closer, using his other hand to draw a circle above them, when the rain began to fall, the two were completely dry thanks to the shield.

“Ha… HA! HAHAHA!” Solomon pointed and laughed at the sky. “GOT YOU BITCH!”

“Solomon..?” MC asked tentatively. “Are you alright?”

The sorcerer looked at his dear sweet perfect MC, gave them a toothy smile, and shook his head. “No darling, I’ve been awake for 56 hours.”

“Wait what? You texted me at two in the morning, you couldn’t have been awake for more than an extra few hours..?”

Solomon peppered MC’s face with sleepy kisses as the rain pattered against the shield. “I have a weird life.”

“You know what, I buy it.” MC sighed fondly. “Do you want to go home and sleep?”

“More than anything, I’ll teleport us home!”

“NO! Let’s just call someone to pick us up!”

#Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

[horrorxweasley]

💦- BESTIE YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO THIS IS FOR(if you forgot it's Georgiepoo) based off this

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe5JeJ9h/

YES YES YES 

Warnings: Smut, Swearing!, Public Teasing, Exhibition kink? Praise kink

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @love-peachh @pens-and-roses @rosietoesy @comfortwriting @famdomhideout @dracofknmalfoy @pandaxnienke @writing-wh0re @georgeweasleysbabe @skarlettmikaelson (MESSAGE/ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED)

Word Count: 817

Prompt(s) used: none

Summary: George had an idea, he decided to buy Y/N a pair of underwear, which vibrated at his control. Y/N had no idea of this however until they were out in a muggle shopping centre when she was almost forced to orgasm in front of others. 

Masterlist

AHHH THIS IS SO SHORT IM SORRY 

We’re in Public!

George Weasley x Fem! Reader

George Weasley had decided to treat his girlfriend to some new panties considering he ripped them off her last night. So he took it upon himself to go into muggle London and get her some, that was until a particular adult shop caught his eye. George being his kinky self, naturally had to go and see what the shop sold. Once he got in there were wide varieties of sex toys, from dildos to vibrators, cock-rings to strap ons. There were toys for both his and her pleasure. But there was one thing in particular that caught his eye, vibrating panties. He didn’t even hesitate before he found himself walking out the store with the panties in a bag, making his way bag to his and Y/N’s shared flat. 

“Darling I'm back” he yelled 

“Hi Georgie” Y/N beamed walking into the living room area of their flat, wrapping her arms round his neck and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I got you something” he smiled down at her

“yeah?” 

George pulled the panties out of the bag, they were a beautiful red colour, and had lace running round the hem. 

“Oh George they’re beautiful, y’know you didn’t have to” 

“yeah I know but I felt bad for ripping your other ones” he smirked, he wasn’t really sorry because it had led to amazing sex last night, but still he felt he should replace them. Unbeknownst to Y/N these particular panties would give her pleasure. 

-

The next day, Y/N had proposed that she and George went to a muggle shopping centre. They had never been to one before so it was rather exciting. That morning Y/N had decided to put on the panties that George had bought for her, this was exactly what George was hoping for, it meant that he could test them out. 

They walked hand in hand, through the shopping centre passing through different shops that caught their eye. In one particular shop ‘HMV’ George decided he would log onto his phone and open the app which controlled the vibrator that was built into the panties while Y/N roamed round looking at the different records of newly released albums. George had specifically waited until they got into ‘HMV’ as it was a music shop which always plays music loudly, loud enough to cover the moans that will be coming out of Y/N’s mouth once he turns the vibrator on. 

All George has to do is press a button on his phone, once he did so Y/N felt a soft vibrating sensation in her pants, this causes her to gasp and turn to look at her boyfriend who was wearing a wide grin with pride written all over his face. He looked back down at his phone and messed around with the controls so that now Y/N could feel a pulsing sensation, as the vibrating stopped and started back up again rhythmically. 

Y/N bit her lip in order to try and muffle the moans that threatened to fall from her lips, as she made her way over to her boyfriend who seemed far too happy with himself. 

“George, what the hell” she scolded

“what?” he asked innocently pretending to not know what was going on

“you bought me vibrating pants is what” 

“oh those, yeah thought it would be fun”

“we’re in public George”

“yes, that we are, and I'm not stopping til you cum” he smirks.

Y/N just looked up at his in disbelief, was she really going to allow herself to cum in front of muggle strangers. Her thoughts were interrupted yet again as another wave of pleasure rushed through her as her pants vibrated against her click once more, this time it was so intense that she had to grab onto George’s bicep for stability.

“Love seeing you like princess, love to see you squirm in front of all these people” 

The teasing continued as they made their way around the shop, Y/N doing her best to keep her moans at bay and hide her face from showing any sort of sexual pleasure. Y/N could feel herself getting close to her release as she held onto George’s arm tightly, who was currently looking at CD’s. 

“m’gonna cum Georgie” she whispered hoping not to be heard by any passers by. George looked down at her with a smirk 

“Yeah? cum then princess” 

With that Y/N bit her lip and hid her face in George’s arm while she came in her panties with a moan that was only loud enough so George could here. 

“Such a good girl Y/N cumming for me, did so well keeping quiet” he praised kissing the top of her head, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the shops. 

“Where are we going now Georgie?” she questioned as he dragged her along the streets

“Oh we’re going home princess, we’re gonna have so much fun” 

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[indiee19]

She Does The Woods

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You and a buzzed Alex go for a walk and a picnic in the woods and you can't resist how good he looks.

warnings: smut, oral sex (m! receiving), typical cliché couple things

word count: 2.8k

-Once again, Thea wrote this.

A/n: this song is literally the best song off the album. Argue with the wall if you disagree. Also, I'm working on the requests, so please be patient, I'm trying to do all of them. (And thank you, Thea.)

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You reached up on the shelf of the small storage closet , getting the picnic blanket down from the very top, putting it in the basket. Alex had promised you that he would take you on a picnic this weekend. You impatiently waited the whole week for this day, wondering where Alex was taking you on the picnic.

You heard the door open and heard Alex's footsteps as he padded down the hallway, looking for you, eager to see the outfit you chose to wear. He hadn't seen you since this morning when you both woke up and had spent the entire morning in bed, making you feel so good like he always did. You'd asked him to go get some fruit from the store while you finished the rest of the food you were going to eat on the picnic.

"Baby, where are you!" he shouted from across the hallway.

"In the kitchen, Al!" you yelled back. He walked into the kitchen, finding and watching you finish putting everything away. He walked over to the kitchen island where you were at, handing you the fruit he had bought for the picnic.

You thanked him and put it away along with everything else in the basket. Alex walked behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pushing your hair away and kissing up your neck.

"Al, stop," you laughed, pushing him away.

"What if we don't go on the picnic and just stay here?" he asked, continuing his kisses up your neck. "No, Al. You promised me that you would take me on this picnic and I've been looking forward to it all week, so we're going on it," you replied, turning around, grabbing the bandana around his neck and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

He sighed and moved away, going to the family room. You finished packing everything up and went to the family room, sneaking up behind Alex, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you ready to leave, my love?" you asked, kissing his cheek. He stood up, turning around and kissed you. "Yeah, princess. You go get the basket and I'll start the car," he replied, walking to the door and grabbing the keys.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed the basket, also grabbing your polaroid camera from the bedroom, though you didn't think that you would need it at all, and walked out the door after locking it.

You saw Alex in the car, fiddling with the radio, trying to figure out how to connect the Bluetooth on his phone to the car radio. You got in and laughed at him, amused at his small amount of knowledge on technology even though he had many references of it on his latest album.

"What're you laughing at?" he asked, clearly still frustrated with the Bluetooth on his phone.

"Nothing, I just find it hilarious that you have a very extensive vocabulary and are a talented songwriter, but you can't understand how to use technology, though your album has quite a few references to it," you laughed.

He playfully pouted and then went back to his phone to figure out how to connect his phone to the car. You laughed again and he glared at you.

"Do you need some help, my love?" you asked. Alex nodded and accepted the fact that he couldn't figure it out and handed you the phone.

You quickly explained to him how to do it and connected it to the radio. You then turned on something from The Beatles; Alex started to pull out of the driveway. You and Alex started singing along, him more than you and you watched the concentration on his face as he drove and as he sang, his angelic voice ringing in your ears and you didn't mind.

The car came to a stop light and Alex turned to you. "I want to hold your hand," he sang, taking your hand in his. You laughed and sang along with him, though you weren't nearly as good as a singer as Alex, your voice couldn't compare to his in any way possible.

The red light had turned green and Alex began driving on the road again, hand still holding yours as he continued to sing the rotor the song. You watched his facial features in the light that was hitting him through the window. You focused on his lips mainly, watching them move as he sang, remembering how they felt on your own, moving against yours in sync, just like the way he sang the song - in sync.

"Alex," you said, dragging out each syllable of his name. He looked at you then back at the road. "Yeah, princess?" he said.

"Where are we going?" you asked. He turned right and began to slow the car. "It's a surprise," he smiled, taking a few more turns.

"Please, I want to know, Al," you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek then his neck, lightly sucking on his neck just below his ear, hoping that somehow he would give in to you ad would answer your question.

"As much as you kiss me, I still won't tell you until we get there," he said. You stopped sucking on his neck, and sat back in your seat, playfully pouting.

"Now, look, just because I won't tell you doesn't mean that you have to stop kissing me," he said slyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss to it.

"No, you won't tell me. No answer, no kiss," you laughed. Alex dramatically gasped and laughed. The rest of the drive was fairly typical and cliché, Alex singing his heart out, reaching over and kissing you whenever there was a red light.

You certainly didn't mind it being cliché if it meant that he kissed you, though you did wish that he would tell you were he was bringing you. It was only ten minutes before he pulled the car to a parking lot and parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

You opened the car door and stepped out, looking around. He had brought you to a dirt trail for hiking - in the woods.

"Really, Alex, the woods?" you asked. He got out of the car himself, and shut the door, opening the back door to get out the picnic basket.

"What?" Alex asked, walking around to the other side, grabbing you by the waist.

"First of all, you're literally wearing a black leather jacket, black trousers, and a button up ... and boots, it's way to hot for that. And plus, the drinks will get all hot," you said, gesturing to his attire and the picnic basket.

"It'll be fine, princess," he said, moving his hand to the small of your back, leading you onto the trail. He held onto you, knowing that it was way too hot, but still wanting to be close to you, always wanting to touch you.

He stopped when you both reached a secluded part of the trail that no one else was on, and to be honest, looked like no one really ever used it anymore.

"Okay, this is really giving me the 'I'm taking you out to the woods in a secluded area to kill you' vibes, Al," you joked, Alex letting go of you, you turning to look around the spot.

"You're right, me love, I am going to murder you," Alex laughed, grabbing you from behind, placing kisses on your neck, sucking on a spot. You laughed and pushed him away. "Alex!"

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, turning you around, kissing you deeply, shocking you. Your arms snaked around his neck, his hands traveling down your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him, your front now pressed up against his chest, biting your bottom lip teasingly, demanding entrance.

"Alex, we-we can't, not here," you said breathlessly, the breath you had now gone from the steamy kiss you and Alex just shared.

"Why not?" he asked, confused about why you wouldn't want him, even though you did and he knew that.

"Because, Alex, I'm not shagging you in the woods. Besides, someone could walk past us and see what we're doing," you answered, adding in the last part to try and explain to him why you couldn't even though you wanted to, but not as much as Alex wanted to.

He didn't seem to take that response to well, instantly kissing to hopefully persuade you into doing it. You felt him hard through his pants, and as much as you were afraid of getting caught, you had to admit that the thrill of it would be kind of fun and you moved your hand to palm him through his jeans.

Alex groaned into your mouth, breaking the kiss to suck on your neck to keep him quiet. You backed him up against a tree and suck down onto your knees, undoing his belt and jeans, pulling down his underwear just far enough for you to pull out his cock, slowly stroking him, placing a few light kisses to his tip, watching him as his head fell back against the tree.

He groaned in response before you took all of him into your mouth, his hands coming down on the back of your head, gripping your hair.  He felt heavy on your tongue and flattened it so that he could fit better in your mouth. You started to bob your head up and down on his length, enjoying the small, quiet moans Alex was letting out.

You hollowed your cheeks, Alex pushing your further onto him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke a little, but nevertheless, you continued. "Yesss, princess," Alex hissed, gripping your hair even tighter than before, moving you up and down on his length at a rate of his liking.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as you continued to bob your head, your tongue swirling his tip, hollowing your cheeks again.

You could tell that he was close when he started to buck his hips into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat continuously as he bucked his hips. You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks once again, sending him over the edge. His hips stilled as his cock twitched inside your mouth and you felt his release hit the back of your throat, swallowing it.

He pulled you off of his cock by your hair, helping you stand up, holding onto you and he tugged up his underwear and trousers, fixing his belt as well. "Happy?" you joked, kissing his cheek.

"Very," he said, pecking your mouth. You laughed briefly. "Funny. We haven't even been here an hour and I've already sucked you off. And I've already got dirt on my pants," you said, gesturing to the dirt on your knees through the rip in your pants, getting the picnic blanket out of the basket and laying it on the ground, placing the picnic basket on it.

You sat down and Alex sat across from you, digging into the basket to see what you packed, picking the container that held the strawberries, getting one out, holding it to your mouth. You opened your mouth and took a bite out of it, Alex pulling it away from you and put it on the container lid.

"Let's see, what else did you pack in 'ere?" he said to himself, digging around in the basket more.

"There should be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in there for you," you said, helping him find it. He thanked you and took it out of the container that it was in, taking a bite, managing to get some jelly on his fingers.

Alex laughed and put the sandwich down, licking his fingers clean of the jelly. You couldn't help but let your mind wander, thinking of very dirty things that Alex would no doubt think of. Imagine what he could do with those fingers, was all that was going through your mind, so much so that you didn't even realize that you were starring straight at him.

"Can I help you, princess?" he asked, noticing how much you were starring at him, specifically his arms and fingers. You tried to come up with an answer but you couldn't form any words at all, turning into a stuttering mess.

"Who's having the dirty thoughts now, eh?" he laughed, taking off his sunglasses. "Come 'ere, princess."

You hesitantly moved over to beside him, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap. "Tell me, love, if I touch you, will you be wet?" he teased, unbuttoning your jeans, pushing his fingers in them to play with the waistband of your panties that were slowly but surely dampening.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, voice trialing off into a moan when his fingers brushed against your clothed clit.  He lightly chuckled before moving the cloth of your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your folds.

You buried your head into Alex's neck to try and hide the indescribable amount of pleasure that he was giving you. "No, look at me," Alex drawled,  pulling you up by your hair. You looked up at him, starring into his big, brown doe eyes.

"Do you need me, love? Because I need you," he said. You quickly attached your lips to his, letting his tongue slip past them, exploring your mouth. You hesitantly pulled away, moving to shuffle out of your jeans, Alex undoing his belt and pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear, just far enough for his cock to spring free.

You sat back down in his lap, sitting up on your knees to move your panties aside, positioning Alex's cock at your entrance, Alex's hands going to your hips to keep you there. He pulled you down slightly; you whimpered when you felt the tip of his cock poking inside of you, hands gripping his shoulders.

"Alex, please, I need you," you said, knowing how much he enjoyed hearing you beg and whimper for him, desperate for his cock to fill you up so good.

He smirked, pulling you all the way down on him, throwing his head back, a soft moan falling from your lips. Once you were fully adjusted to his size, you pushed him down to be laid on his back. His hands were still on your hips, watching you as you began to slowly move. You sat up on your knees, his cock almost slipping out of you. His hands held you in place on him, his cocky smirk plastered all over his gorgeous face. Even though you were on top, he still had all of teh control.

Without warning, he let go of your hips, letting you slip all the way back down on him, his hands going back on your hips, helping you move on him and you moaned loudly. You slowly began to roll your hips on him, the pace gradually increasing. Soon you started to bounce up and down on him; Alex started to thrust up into you in sync with your own movements, driving you closer and closer to your high that you were now chasing.

His thrusting into you slowly began to get faster and faster, and you couldn't keep up with them. One of Alex's hands found your clit, rubbing small circles on it, driving you closer to your orgasm. You threw your head back and felt Alex's free hand travel under your shirt, massaging your breasts through your bra.

"God, love, you f-feel so good," Alex moaned, clearly just as close as you.

"Alex, I-I'm so close," you whimpered, Alex thrusting into you faster, bouncing you on his cock. "Cum for me, love," he said, thrusting up into you one final time, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your walls contracting around him, triggering his own release. He held you down on him and you felt his cock twitch, his release spurting inside of you. You collapsed on top of him.

You were both panting, sweat pooling on Alex's head. "I love you so much, princess," he said, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you too," you replied, struggling to stand up, sighing at the emptiness that was left when you lifted up off of him. "Oh, shit," you laughed, feeling his release run out of you, sure to stain your underwear, quickly putting on your jeans.

Alex pulled up his pants and underwear as well, doing his belt back up. "So, should we finish our picnic now?" he said, eating another strawberry, you sitting back down, digging into the basket, looking for something to eat yourself; you nodded to Alex.

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[emmyhem]

always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always. 

warnings:  very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :( 

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself. 

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again. 

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him. 

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head. 

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke. 

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses. 

Had you gotten the time wrong? 

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio. 

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend. 

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine. 

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest. 

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left. 

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.  

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him. 

“Hi, my love.” he cooed. 

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it” 

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you. 

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.” 

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and  you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him. 

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that. 

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.” 

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground. 

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration. 

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.” 

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.” 

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room. 

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted. 

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.” 

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.” 

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes. 

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely. 

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak. 

Was that what he thought about you? 

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face. 

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend. 

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you. 

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.” 

Yeah right. 

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back. 

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word. 

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty. 

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted. 

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words. 

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked. 

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you. 

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room. 

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?” 

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door. 

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you. 

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk. 

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.” 

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.” 

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know?” 

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out. 

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away. 

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back. 

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning. 

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid. 

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.” 

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath. 

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu” 

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night. 

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper. 

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney. 

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly. 

“Lu, 

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you. 

Yours always, 

               Y/n” 

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest. 

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation. 

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you. 

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button. 

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect. 

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks” 

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake. 

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of  the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.”  his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-”  his pleads were cut off by the dial tone. 

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen. 

pt. 2

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[hoodharlow]

Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

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Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

Word Count: 3.1 k

Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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