#jimi baby you are so so beautiful

[the-aerosol-soft-machine]

#jimi hendrix #soft machine #musicians #photos #jimi baby you are so so beautiful #anecdote i remember hearing in a robert wyatt interview: wyatt once declined guitar advice from jimi hendrix like a fool

[devilat-thedoor]

Smile Pretty

A/N: one of many ideas birthed in the DMs with my bby Li ( @stardustvanfleet ) the way our conversations can get so easily carried away is insane. but i live for it and i love her so so much and this wouldn’t have come to be without her. i do have an idea for a Pt2 if it’s wanted? and i’ll be back to regularly scheduled programming after this. but i hope you enjoy🩵

Word Count: 2.4k

Jake x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors DNI(Striptease, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Oral[m&f rec], Camera use, Spit, Cumplay) If i missed anything, please let me know!

“God, I love that fucking dress…” Your boyfriend murmured to himself as he ushered you through the front door. After locking up, he turned back to you, hands immediately finding your waist, and pulled you in for a kiss.

You held a single finger over his lips and pushed him away. “Sit down… I have a surprise for you, baby.” Spinning around, you stalked deeper into the apartment as he followed behind you.

Jake shrugged his jacket off and slung it over the back of the leather chair in the living room before sinking onto the cushion, “What did I do to earn a surprise?” He asked, watching you slip into the bedroom, and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“You planned a nice date before you leave for tour… I wanted to repay the gesture.” You called from the room and began peeling your dress off to slip into the skimpy, black bra and g-string, trimmed in a cherry red, scalloped lace. You’d purchased the set earlier in the week after Jake told you he’d planned a date night for the both of you and knew you’d want to surprise him with something sweet, after dinner, to end the night. After looking yourself over in the full length mirror, adjusting the cups and situating the thong just right on your hips, you pulled the short, black satin robe over your shoulders and tied it up. Fluffing your hair out, you commanded the echo dot that was sitting on your dresser, “Alexa, play Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix.” You poked your head out of the door, seeing Jake’s face looking down at his phone, before leaning against the door jamb in a sexy pose.

When the music began to play, his eyes lifted to see you standing there, wrapped up like a present in the silky, black material. His mouth hung open as you pushed off the frame and gave him a smile before slowly toeing towards him. “Wait- just hang on a second…”

You stopped in your tracks, confusion twisting your features as he fumbled with his phone. “Jake, what are you-.” Your question was answered by the way he lifted his phone, holding it horizontally to record you.

He held his hand up, pointing at you with a hungry stare, “…Aaaand….action…. Let me have my surprise now.” Biting your lip with a playful smirk, you started towards him again, one foot in front of the other. Halfway across the room, you made a show of pulling the tie loose on the robe and letting it fall open, finally showcasing the racy set you’d picked just for him. You smiled when he shifted in his seat, palming his hardening cock with a squeeze. “Goddamn, angel. You look fucking beautiful.” He was watching you on the phone screen and you made sure to look straight into the camera for him as you let the robe slide down your arms into a heap on the floor.

You did a slow twirl, allowing him to see the little red bow that connected the strings at the back of the panties, “Do you want me to unwrap your present, Jakey?”

He gave an eager nod, all but drooling as he watched your hands fold behind your back to unclip the bra. “Fucking hell…” The garment fell to the floor, exposing your breasts to Jake and his phone camera. When you hooked your thumbs into the panties to pull them down, he stopped you, “Leave those on…for now.”

“Okay…” You stood in front of him, leaning down to place your hands on his knees and give him a kiss. He flipped the phone enough to capture the kiss on his little home video as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Your hands traveled up his thighs, ghosting over his erection, to unbutton his pants. Breaking away from the kiss, you looked at the phone and back to him, “Time to call cut, baby… Turn the phone off.” You dropped to your knees in front of him, giving him an expectant look.

He halted the recording, giving you his big pleading eyes. “Can I just record a little bit? Just enough to get me through the first few tour dates…until you come visit?” He pouted his lip at you in a silent plea.

Your resolve melted, a new excitement forming at the idea of making a film with Jake. “Fine…only a little bit.”

A grin stretched across his face, “Hold this for me.” He passed you the phone and stood up, pulling his zipper down. You took the opportunity to resume the recording and aim the camera at him, taking care to capture the very minute he dropped his pants to reveal his thick length, stiff and bouncing after being freed. He took the phone back, chuckling at the way you gazed at him. Jake turned the lens back on you, pushing your hair out of your face, “Smile real pretty for the camera, angel.”

Looking up, you stared directly into the lens again and flashed a beaming, toothy grin as you reached to grasp his cock. “How do I look, baby?” You used the sexiest tone you could manage, letting your tongue gather the precum from his tip.

Jake breathed out a sigh, his eyes fluttering momentarily, “So fucking pretty when you’re on your knees…hungry for me.” He paused, grabbing your chin and pulling your lip down with his thumb to show your teeth. “Are you gonna take my fat cock down your throat, pretty girl?”

Your eyes widened at his vulgar speech. He was never shy about being vocal, but he was definitely playing up his dialogue for the sake of his film… So you would do just the same, be the star of the show for him. “I am, Jakey… I’m gonna take every inch.” You ran your tongue across the edge of your teeth and locked eyes with him, “You wanna fuck my mouth, baby? Make me gag?” You were stroking him slowly with a firm grip as you held eye contact.

“Look at the camera, babe.” He focused the camera on your face, shuddering as you rolled your fingers over his head, and waited for you to stare back into the lens. “Now suck my fucking dick.” You didn’t need to be told twice, instantly leaning in to pull him into your mouth. You kept your eyes trained on the phone as you took him further, slithering your tongue along the underside. “Fuuuuck…deeper…” He grunted, placing his free hand on the back of your head to push you down, “You said you’d take every inch. Be a good girl and fucking…take it.” Jake held your head in place, rocking his hips against you as he watched you through the screen. Every few moments, his head would fall back or he’d release a guttural groan as he snapped his hips harder. The first gag was mild, just a minor throat spasm, but when he aimed for another with a sharp thrust, you squeezed your eyes shut with a violent cough. He gripped your hair to pull you from his length, admiring the thick string of saliva that kept you tethered to him. “Hmm. My filthy fucking girl.” He gripped himself, tracing your lips with the tip before tapping his cock over your face, “Spit on it, angel…make a fucking mess.” You obeyed, pushing a glob of spit through your lips to coat his length. “Open up and let me cum in that sweet mouth of yours.”

Opening your mouth wide, you let your tongue hang out, ready and waiting for him. Jake slipped back in, immediately finding his rhythm, and began hitting the back of your throat with blunt, pointed strokes. “Look at you, fucking choking on me…” He brushed his thumb below your eye, wiping away the black, streaky tears from your running mascara. You moaned around him, hollowing your cheeks to suck harder, and he twitched against your tongue. “Goddamn, angel…I’m almost there. I- Shit…” His face screwed up as you began to pump his cock while bobbing your head faster, driving him straight to the edge.

“Come on, Jakey. Let me have it, baby. I’m starving for it.” The way he was throbbing in your palm made it clear that he was close, but you were taken by surprise when he let out a deep, strangled groan and painted your lips with the first rope of his release. You took him back into your mouth, allowing him to empty his seed on your tongue with a soft hum.

Just as you were about to swallow, Jake grasped your jaw, demanding through his labored breaths, “Hold it…Show me.” He growled when your brows drew together in question. “Stick that fucking tongue out… and show me what a good little cumslut you are.” He let go of your face and straightened up, making sure the video was in focus to capture the display. You flashed a mischievous smile and rolled your tongue out to reveal Jake’s cum coating it. Pulling your tongue back into your mouth, you pushed his release through your grinning teeth and let it drip over your plush lip and onto your chin, giving a lewd exhibit for the film. “Good girl. Now swallow it.” He watched proudly as you gulped him down before dragging his thumb across your chin and pushing the leftover mess into your mouth, “You’re not one to waste, are you, pretty baby?” You sucked on his digit as you shook your head. He took his thumb back and cupped your cheek with a warm smile.

You grasped his hips, using them as leverage to pull yourself up from the floor, and snatched the phone from his hand. When he opened his mouth to protest, you looped your hands around his neck and jumped, locking your legs around his waist, and pressed your lips to his. Jake held you up, his hands gripping your ass hard, and carried you to the couch. “My turn?” You asked quietly as he laid you across the cushions, “Do I get to make my directorial debut?” You pointed the camera at him as he hovered over you, leaving a trail of gentle pecks between your breasts.

He stopped his path right below your navel to look up into the lens, effectively making eye contact with you. “You wanna film me eating this sweet, little cunt, angel?” He continued to work his way down after you nodded, smiling to himself at the soft whimpers cascading from your mouth. When he made it to your panties, he bit the right string, pulling it and back and letting it snap against your hip with a wicked laugh. His fingers slipped beneath the straps to peel the g-string down your legs. “God. You gotta see what I’m seeing…” He pulled the phone from your grasp and turned it back on you, aiming directly at your pussy as he dragged his middle and ring fingers through your folds, showcasing how wet you were by the amount of arousal coating his digits. Jake flicked his fingers over your clit, drawing a mewl out of you, before giving you phone back. “Hold the camera steady, baby… I don’t want you to miss a second of this.” The second his sentence concluded, he jumped in and began lapping at your clit, thrashing his head back and forth with a hungry groan.

Your hands ached to pull on his chestnut locks, to scratch his scalp, but you kept them still to hold the phone in place. “Fuck, Jake…You- Ohhh.” Your thoughts were cut off when you looked down at the phone screen to catch his eyes, staring deep into your soul as he closed his lips around the sensitive bud and pushed his long fingers into your cunt. The eye contact felt so incredibly intimate paired with the way you watched him devouring you through the screen, like it was a movie made for your eyes only. His fingers curled against your gspot, forcing your eyes to finally roll as you bucked yourself into his face. “Ahh… Baby, please. Don’t fucking stop…” 

Jake was pulling out all of his tricks; careful nibbles with his perfect teeth, pressing all your sweet spots with his calloused fingers, the rapid flicks of his tongue turned to flat, slow drags. He was eliciting sounds that you’d never made before, luring them from the depths of your chest as he wound you up. “Sweetest fucking pussy, angel. Cum on my tongue so I can give you a taste, sweet girl.” He removed his fingers, hooking his hands around your thighs to hold you down as he focused all of his attention on your clit.

“Shit. Jake…ohh fuck, Jaaake…” The heat was spreading through your body, burning bright and blinding as your trembling hands dropped the phone. The device clattered to the floor with a thud but neither of you made a move to grab it. It was mere seconds before you were taken by your climax, the world tilting and shifting around you in a dizzying tailspin. You couldn’t make a sound, your jaw hung wide in silence as your vision blurred. Jake pushed his tongue through your entrance, using it to coax you back to reality and bring you down from the high.

Your body went limp, relaxing and melting into the couch as he retracted his mouth and crawled up your body. Holding true to his promise, he pressed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth to allow you a taste. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, but he was moving sideways, reaching. When he broke away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to see him picking the phone up and flipping it to the front facing camera. He looked at his reflection on the phone before angling it to fit the both of you on the screen, “We look good on camera, don’t we, angel?”

“Mhmm…” You glanced at the phone and pressed your lips to Jake’s cheek, “We look real good, baby.” You could feel his cock growing again as he began to grind into you with a devious smile.

He turned his head to face you, pecking your lips and catching your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. “How about we go finish our movie in the bedroom, hmm?”

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka smut #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka one shot #jakedown

[poorlittlevampirebaby]

for @iwtvfanevents REWIND THE TAPE: a playlist masterpost

SPOTIFY QUICKLINKS: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

tracklists beneath the cut

I. "IN THROES OF INCREASING WONDER"

haunted by american dreams

music box — MICHAEL RIESMAN AND THE WESTERN WIND ORCHESTRA

ascension — SARAH KINSLEY

the man that got away (live) — JEFF BUCKLEY

i'll go running — SQUIRREL FLOWER

ghost — LIANNE LA HAVAS

things that scare me — NEKO CASE

old devil moon — ELLA FITZGERALD

crying — MADISON VIOLET

funeral bell — PHILDEL

to die today — CAROLINE ROSE

pointed at the sun — HURRAY FOR THE RIFF RAFF

anger as beauty — HAWKSLEY WORKMAN

cocaine and abel — AMIGO THE DEVIL

so in love — KISS ME, KATE (marin mazzie in the new broadway cast recording)

II. "AFTER THE PHANTOMS OF YOUR FORMER SELF"

little lonely habits turn into sins

skydiving (acoustic) — LIGHTS

the day i drove the car around the block — INDIGO SPARKE

tears in reverse — LUCIUS

hungry ghost — JOHANNA WARREN

you do something to me — ELLA FITZGERALD

so afraid — JANELLE MONÁE

misguided angel — COWBOY JUNKIES

it's alright ma, i'm only bleeding — THE DUHKS

little lonely habits — EMILY BROWN

tonight will be fine — CHRISTINA MARTIN

where i want to be — FRANCES RUFFELLE

truth be told — SKYE WALLACE

clever meals — TEGAN AND SARA

all mirrors — ANGEL OLSEN

III. "IS MY VERY NATURE THAT OF THE DEVIL"

anger pure and real and sticky and moving and sweet

all along the watchtower — JIMI HENDRIX

never say die — CHVRCHES

merrily we roll along — MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG (the new cast recording)

entertain — SLEATER-KINNEY

american dream — ONDARA

what a little moonlight can do — BILLIE HOLIDAY

tooth for a tooth — JOHANNA WARREN

don’t let me be misunderstood — NINA SIMONE

fire — SARA BAREILLES

state — LAURA STEVENSON

trouble — THE NEW RESPECTS

a burning hill — MITSKI

don’t forget — SKY FERREIRA

looking for knives — DYAN

IV. "THE RUTHLESS PURSUIT OF BLOOD WITH ALL A CHILD'S DEMANDING"

i shine only with the light you gave me

my baby wants a baby — ST. VINCENT

if you could read my mind — ROSE COUSINS

wolf like me — TV ON THE RADIO

all the things you are — ELLA FITZGERALD

daughter — PEARL JAM

oh no darling! — SARAH KINSLEY

children will listen — ELERI WARD

adam’s ribs — JENSEN MCRAE

the moon will sing — THE CRANE WIVES

light of love — FLORENCE + THE MACHINE

diaries — MARTYNA BASTA

isn’t it a trial? — ALICE BY HEART (grace mclean & company in the original cast recording)

dress yourself — SLEATER-KINNEY

doll parts — HOLE

V. "A VILE HUNGER FOR YOUR HAMMERING HEART"

what if birds aren't singing they're screaming

salt and vinegar — LIGHTS

the wetlands — AIOFE WOLF

death of me — SKYE WALLACE

like a child hiding behind your tombstone — SLOTHRUST

nine lives — ODIE LEIGH

what if birds aren’t singing they’re screaming — ALDOUS HARDING

let me stay — JOHANNA WARREN

pushing the needle too far — INDIGO GIRLS

every day a little death — A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC (patricia elliott & victoria mallory in the original broadway cast recording)

any way the wind blows — HADESTOWN (original broadway cast recording)

special death — MIRAH

the kick inside — KATE BUSH

my least favorite life — LERA LYNN

stormy weather — ETTA JAMES

VI. "LIKE ANGELS PUT IN HELL BY GOD"

after midnight

phantom limb — SKYE WALLACE

black star — JADE BIRD

send in the clowns — ELERI WARD

as long as he needs me — OLIVER! (sally dexter in the 1994 london palladium cast recording)

stuck in the south — ADIA VICTORIA

chess — CHESS (the original recording)

walkin’ after midnight — PATSY CLINE

what’s the use of wond'rin’ — CAROUSEL (jessie mueller & renée fleming in the 2018 broadway cast recording)

these days — ST. VINCENT

:/ — JOHANNA WARREN

devils — AMELIA CURRAN

i don’t like mondays — TORI AMOS

looking for trade — SHOCK TREATMENT (jessica harper & cliff de young in the original soundtrack recording)

gimme gimme — DAMHNAIT DOYLE

VII. "THE THING LAY STILL"

the party's over

blood — MARIKA HACKMAN

his kiss, the riot — HADESTOWN (patrick page in the original broadway cast recording)

paint it, black — CIARA

love will tear us apart — AMYTHYST KIAH

new year — BIG JOANIE

it’s a man’s, man’s, man’s world — JAMES BROWN

angels in cages — CARAVAN OF THIEVES

the party’s over — LAURA BENANTI

if the poison won’t take you my dogs will — LINGUA IGNOTA

the wheel — LAURA STEVENSON

house of mirrors — JOSEPHINE ONIYAMA

shock treatment — SHOCK TREATMENT (original soundtrack recording)

the liars club — AMIGO THE DEVIL

the vampyre of time and memory — QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE

thanks for listening

#mine #music #playlist #vampterview #iwtv

[sichore]

11. Write about your ship waking up together

Pickles considers himself lucky to wake up at all, let alone in a bed. He’s become too accustomed to passing out inches from where his last bottle lies; at the bar, on a table, on his bathroom floor by the toilet covered in vomit and shame.

Waking up with another body by his is a gamble. Sometimes it’s one of the guys after a late night of writing or junk food and movies. Occasionally it’s whichever pair of groupies he took with him; never solo, that was too risky. Rarely, it was –

Well, best not to think about him.

Because he wakes up in cloudlike comfort and with gentle florals tickling his nose – jasmine, right, that’s what she said it was, soft and subtle and good enough to eat. A hint of sandalwood and amber (not the stone, stones don’t have a scent, and he committed all of this to memory like he would his liquors). And, and… shea butter, the earthiness that melts into her skin, sweat and salt and a bit of himself, but it’s not about him, not right now.

Pickles wakes up his own personal heaven wrapped in his arms, plush and gentle and giving an adorable little honk of a snort when he brushes his nose against her shoulder. He smiles and rubs his goatee against her skin, feeling her shift with a little hoot this time.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says softly.

And she makes that little rreh sound like those tiny rain frogs from a documentary they watched that had them laughing so hard they cried.

Pickles almost laughs himself, a harsh huff of air against her shoulder, but he doesn’t want her to wake up. Not just yet. “I love how ya turn into a frog when yer like this.”

“Rreh.”

“I love how ya talk in yer sleep.”

“Hueh.”

“Betcha can’t even tell what I’m sayin’, huh?”

“Hoo.” And she just rubs her face into her pillow, gripping the arm curled around her waist tighter. Pickles’ stomach clenches, hoping that there won’t ever be a day where she jolts away from him, surprised and disturbed by how close she lets him get.

Because she’s precious like this, even if she’d disagree. Even when she gets all hot and damp with her night sweats. Even with the stubble on her legs rubbing against his that she’d say she’s overdue for shaving but Pickles could care less. Even with her bonnet keeping her curls wrapped up that she was so nervous about wearing around him for whatever reason when they started this.

“Hey.” He leans in closer, like he’s whispering secrets to tiny, soft curls at the nape of her neck. “I’m crazy ‘bout ya.”

“Nnh huh.”

“I adore ya.”

“Nuh huh.”

His heart clenches and squeezes and compresses in on itself, a black hole eating itself alive like a colossal ouroboros. “I wanna marry ya.”

“Huuuuuuh huh.” And she keeps on sleeping, and an itsy bitsy teeny weeny part of Pickles almost wishes she heard him, that she’d turn around and make his dreams come true. But for now, he’s content to let her keep dreaming, and just wish he’s included there, too.

Well, for about two minutes longer, until he gets too lonely and starts peppering kisses over her shoulder, until she sighs and groans and stretches out her legs from where they’ve laid tangled with his own all night.

“Wakey, wakey,” Pickles coos, and she whines in reply. “Lemme get them eggs ‘n’ bac-y.”

“Oh, my god,” Jimi groans, sinking back against him. “Didn’t you scramble my eggs enough already?”

“Mm, I like ‘em well done.”

Jimi laughs, and his morning officially starts, bright and beautiful. “Morning, baby.”

“Mornin’, sunshine.”

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#my writing #pickles the drummer #jamila calabash #picklejam #metalocalypse

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Mo Shíorghrá - A Chibs Telford/OC Story, sequel to The Thief of your Heart.

They’re back, guys! Here we are with the first chapter of the sequel, this one only eight parts in length, but the chapters all pretty long. I really hope you enjoy it! Mo Shíorghrá is Irish for ‘my eternal love’, in case you wondered :) 

Words - 6,580

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Walking from the fitting room to view her reflection in the full length, silver gilt mirror, Abi sighed, turning to her friends. “See, now you look gorgeous, and so do you, and then here’s me, looking like a bouncy house.”

Venus was quick to negate such a statement. “Oh, my sweet child, you do not look like a bouncy house at all!”

“I do, though! Children will be lining their sandals up ready to dive on me!”

That was what did it, all four women exploding with laughter in the middle of the bridal store, Tara holding onto Venus’ arm as she almost cried laughing, a seated Lyla with her head on her knees, and Abi, although laughing, huffing at her reflection.  

The bride to be had chosen raspberry tulle for each of her bridesmaids, low cut, just above the knee with a pretty flow, all fitting very well, except for Abi’s which needed to be adjusted a little on account of her ever-growing pregnant bump. “But ultimately, it isn’t about any of us. It’s about this little beauty right here. Are you excited?” Abi asked, returning to behind the fitting room curtain to change.

“So excited! I can’t believe the day is almost here.” Lyla enthused, smiling fondly. With the final fitting done, her own dress purchased and everything ready to go, all she needed was for the men who had been incarcerated to return home, so their wedding could take place in six days from then. When Abi exited the fitting room, she smiled fondly at Lyla, who was off in her own little world of pre-marriage dreaminess. She’d felt just the same prior to her own, except she hadn’t really had any run up to it, becoming Mrs Telford. Fifteen years, it seemed, was a long enough wait, the pair deciding to marry on impulse, four days after Chibs had proposed to her...

Charming, 2010

“Oh god, big dog attack!” Abi exclaimed playfully as she was greeted at the front door by two very excited pitbull’s, her beautiful babies whom she and Chibs had adopted from a high kill shelter just a month after she’d arrived in Charming. There they’d been, behind the bars of their kennel, running up to greet them, fetching toys to engage in play, licking their hands, so excited that someone had paused to give them attention. Abi had been in tears after reading their story on the chart, that they’d been taken from a dog fighting ring in Oakland, used as bait dogs as they were too soft natured for fighting, the poor things covered in scars.  

They were told that because of their size and stigma against the breed, they’d been overlooked regardless of their sweet natures, their names heading up the list closer to being destroyed. They’d decided in about three seconds that Jimi and Ozzy would be going home with them, one of the guys who worked at the shelter a huge Jimi Hendrix and Ozzy Osbourne fan giving them their names, pleased they’d be going to a household who both appreciated the same music as he and could offer them the time and love they needed to adjust. One month in, and they’d settled perfectly.  

Walking through to the kitchen, she placed the grocery bags she carried down on the counter, turning to her dogs, her hands finding soft, freshly bathed black and white (Ozzy) and grey and white (Jimi) fur, crouching to them, letting them both shower her in kisses. She knew she shouldn’t let them lick her face, but didn’t like to tell them no when it was something that made them happy. In their ten months on the planet, they’d endured so much pain. This was their time to be spoiled rotten and feel safe and loved. “I love you, I love you both so much, yes I do, yes!” she told them softly, going to their cupboard and pulling out two dried chicken's feet, throwing them one each, the dogs scuttling off into the lounge to enjoy their snacks.  

It made her happy, to have them in the house, to have two waggy tails and two pairs of beautiful, adoration filled eyes to come home to, now she actually could have dogs at home. Before, being away so much caused issues with her having pets, never being back for long enough to spend time with them. Now though, whenever she’d be away, they’d be with Chibs at TM. She was heading out again the following week, her first since the boys had been home. She hated the idea of leaving them, the man whose bike she heard rumbling on the drive after she’d finished putting the groceries away even more so.  

Yes. She’d gotten very used to waking up with him every morning.  

The sound of his bike roused the dogs from their chicken foot chewing, both pattering down the hallway on high alert. Snacks or no snacks, they didn’t care. Daddy was home.  

“My boys! Hello you’s big lumps of muscle!” Chibs greeted them with, the sounds of excited yapping filling the house as he took off his jacket and kutte, hanging them up, his feet slipped from his boots, save getting a bawling at from his girlfriend. She was extremely house proud. “Where’s your mum? Take me to her.” The dogs came running into the kitchen, tails wagging, preceding his arrival, Abi immediately passing him a glass.  

He looked dubious. “You’ll like it,” she enthused, Chibs taking the glass of red wine from her.  

“You know I’m not particularly partial to wine,” he stated, giving it a cautionary sniff.

“Just try it, you will.”  

He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip. “Aye, that’s not bad.”

“Good, because I bought three bottles,” she chirped, sipping her own with a smile.  

“Is that your subtle way of telling me we’re getting hammered tonight?”

She bit back a smile, her eyebrows fluttering. “Might be. Or I might be celebrating that my period finished this morning, so we’re no longer confined to shower sex.” The grin that spread across his face was nothing short of roguish, Abi giggling as he pressed her against the cupboards, putting his glass down, taking hers from her too.  

“Dogs, out.” Off they went, Chibs laughing a deep, wicked chuckle in his throat as he kissed her, fingers popping the button of her trousers, Abi pulling her top off. Their hunger for one another burned brightly, their kisses becoming more feral as they groped and pawed at one another, Chibs lifting to seat her on the units, pushing a hand between her legs, beginning to thumb at her clit through her underwear. She gasped against his mouth, her fingers unfastening the popper buttons of the dark denim shirt he wore, stroking his chest, her fingers moving to unbuckle his belt.  

A tumult of lust roared through them, Chibs groaning against her tongue as he felt the fabric of her underwear getting wet beneath his fingers, the soaked material sliding over her folds, kissing one another with zeal, their need escalating. The ferrous bulge of his cock was released into her grasp, his jeans and boxers falling to his ankles, their need too great to even undress beyond that as he pulled her thong to the side and arrowed himself into her heat with a grunt, sucking her tongue as they shared filthy kisses full of indulgence and need.  

With them, it was still as magmatic as it had been the very first time, in the ruins of the church back in Belfast, but god, how far they’d come since then.  

She panted hard as his mouth went to her neck, teeth nipping, his fingers digging into her thighs as he railed her atop the counter, grumbling suddenly, his hand reaching for the knife block. Taking a sharp blade, he slipped it beneath the side of her thong, cutting her underwear from her and yanking it away, such was his need, the knife clattering onto the side from his grasp as his hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs dragging over her hardened nipples through her bra. Cutting her underwear from her; that was a first. A first she found particularly sexy, even though she knew full well she’d be struggling with sewing that thong back together at some point.  

In that moment, though, all she cared about was the splitting, deep spear of a perfect, big cock, evoking tingles to charge beneath her skin, her veins glimmering, her body pounded against the counter as he fucked her with voracious need, keening against him, arms wrapped around him as she cried out.  

Thick, veiny heaven dragged at her slick, his hand slipping down to join it, rubbing her clit as she moaned helplessly, succumbing to him entirely. He gave himself to her completely, each thrust diligent, deep and overpowering, the pace quickening as he panted and groaned at her neck, teeth nipping her shoulder.  

It was a fervent blaze of lust, the flames roaring, their bodies beading with perspiration as they grinded together, lost in one another. Each roll of his hips had his entire length vanishing within her, the slick of her core hugging him, the tight circles drawn over her clit causing it to pulse against his fingertips as she sobbed, her voice breaking apart on his name, the pleasure swelling and surging as he came just seconds before she did, blazing light searing through them.  

“Aye,” she panted. “That’ll do it, you fucking beast.”

He chuckled, kissing her. “Guilty as charged.” They enjoyed a few more soft kisses before dressing again, Chibs going to relax in the tub while she went about making dinner, something that she was getting a lot better at thanks to the tutelage of a certain friend. Southern women were, of course, known for their exceptional hospitality skills, their cooking included in that. Thanks to Venus and her unwavering patience, supervision and guidance, she’d become quite the proficient cook.  

That night, she made Venus’ baked macaroni and cheese, which was absolutely nothing like any other dish of the same name Abi had ever eaten, made with four kinds of cheese, bacon lardons, double cream and fresh sage among a few other secret ingredients. She couldn’t get it quite as good as Venus’ version, but it tasted good nonetheless. And she didn’t set fire to anything in the process either.  

After they’d eaten, Chibs stayed indoors to continue watching a documentary on the Viking age he’d been enjoying, Abi lying out on the outdoor seating she’d recently bought, her mammoth task of making the backyard more inhabitable now almost complete. In the time she’d been there, she’d turned what had been a mostly neglected, unkempt man cave and wilderness backyard into a beautiful home, the decorating done, extra furnishings bought, backyard now clear, pool cleaned and filled, and Chibs only muttering in annoyance ever so slightly over her making everything different to how he was used to.  

She was looking around deciding on what plants she would put where in the freshly dug, but baren borders when an incoming Ozzy caught her eye, the dog trotting over to her with a long-stemmed lily in his mouth, dropping it in her lap. Upon it was a white ribbon, a small card tied to it.  

“We have an important question to ask.” she read aloud, puzzled. “You do?” Ozzy yapped, chasing his tail for a few circles before running off in pursuit of a bee. A few moments passed before suddenly, Jimi arrived, placing another lily onto her legs, sitting down beside her, looking pleased with himself. When she read the card attached to that one, her heart almost stopped.  

‘Will you marry our dad?’

“Oh my god,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Getting up, she turned to go and find the man responsible for toying with her emotions in the sweetest way possible, only to find him right there behind the outdoor couch, down on one knee, opening the ring box in his hand.  

“So, will you?” he asked, grinning. Oh, he’d got her. He’d got her good. He knew she’d be on high alert if he planned to take her anywhere to propose, and he wasn’t an overly grand man where such gestures were concerned, but had the idea come to him one night on a long ride home, deciding it was perfect. She’d never see it coming.  

“How dare you be so bloody romantic, you absolute shit of a man!” she exclaimed through her tears, waving her hands around, covering her face as she sniffed. She emerged, grinning as he laughed, biting her lower lip as she nodded. “Of course, I will.”  

He beamed, standing up, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto her finger, relieved that it fit. She’d never seen a ring so beautiful, a marquise cut diamond mounted onto two bands covered in smaller stones. It was her exact taste. “It’s so gorgeous! I love it, and I love you!” she cried as he picked her up, Abi wrapping her legs around his waist as they kissed, Chibs cuddling her tight, absolutely elated.  

“Thank fuck for that!” he laughed with relief, kissing her again and again. He’d had a little help, though, showing it to Venus and Gemma after purchasing it. The collective gasp and vigorous head nodding of the women had spelled to him he’d done well with his choice.  

“I didn’t think you had such cuteness in you, using the dogs to ask!” she then spoke, Chibs putting her down again before they went to sit on the couch, the dogs ambling over.  

“You don’t even want to know how many lilies I went through in trying to teach them that, especially with fat head here, taking them off and ragging them to pieces!” he exclaimed, giving Ozzy a scratch on the head, Abi giggling as she imagined it.  

“Well, a thousand points to you for picking such an imaginative and sweet way to propose, my love.” she cooed, kissing him again. For the rest of the evening, he grinned whenever he saw her staring at her hand, calling her mother and Sinead to tell them the news, the screams reaching him from across the lounge, Abi almost deafened while holding her phone away from her ear. However, that was nothing compared to the cheer of approval when they announced it at the clubhouse the following evening.  

“Let me see! Oh, my god! That’s so beautiful! The way it catches the light!” Lyla gasped, one arm hugged around Abi’s waist, the other holding her ring hand as she examined it, Venus softly applauding as well.  

“When he showed it to Gemma and I, I knew instantly that you would love it. It’s just like you, unique and stunning, chere,” she spoke warmly, pulling Abi into a hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you!” she kissed both of their cheeks, being handed a beer by Piney, the old man smiling kindly. He was pleased for them, they suited each other perfectly. He’d often thought Michael had reacted much too harshly at hearing the news of their relationship all those years ago. Who else would have been better for his daughter than someone from their world? It had been a long time coming, the news everyone had learned that night. It also sparked some conversation that led to certain swift decisions being made later in the evening.  

“So, have you had any ideas, yet, where, what kind of wedding, etc?” Lyla asked, she, Abi and Venus sat together on the couch.  

“Small and simple,” Abi replied immediately. “I’m not a fancy person, I don’t want a lot of fuss and fanfare. Just somewhere nice, you know? We’ll probably end up eloping, knowing us, just fuck off somewhere on a whim.”

“A friend of mine went about her nuptials in much the same way. They packed their necessities and drove up to Lake Tahoe, had a simple and lovely wedding surrounded by the splendour of nature and tranquillity of such a beautiful stretch of water,” Venus mentioned, Abi not immediately familiar with it, Lyla quickly on the case with a swift Google search. She turned the screen, Abi taking the phone from her. “There, yes! Oh, that’s bloody perfect, so it is. Fil!”

“Aye?” he called from the bar, Abi beckoning him with her hand, turning the phone around. “Lake Tahoe.”

“What about it?”

“Shall we get married there?”  

He was contemplative for all of four seconds. “Alright, CB. Good choice.”  

“And here was me scared you’d suggest Vegas,” she quipped, Chibs raising an eyebrow.  

“Don’t fancy getting married in a sea of free drinks and tits then, no?”  

“I have no problem with the tits, but having to hold you up because you’re too drunk to stand isn’t in my plan. But to be fair, as long as Venus is there, we have the nice tits covered,” she replied, reaching to give one of Venus’ huge breasts a little squeeze, the lady widening her eyes and looking between Abi and her hand.  

“Excuse me?”  

Abi snorted with laughter. “What? You’ve a crackin’ rack, babe.” She grinned, reciprocating, the gesture acting like a homing beacon for Tig.  

“Do I see titty squeezing?” he asked with keen interest.  

“Aye,” Abi confirmed, reaching again to give Venus a good boob jiggle, Venus squishing hers in return, Lyla cracking up at their side. “Oh, sorry. Left you out.” Abi then spoke, giving her a little squeeze too.  

“Keep going, ladies. Damn,” Tig spoke, making a show a sliding his hand down into his jeans, the women erupting, Lyla then suddenly grabbing Abi’s arm and shaking it in excitement.  

“Oh my god, look!” she began, waving her hands around. “I’ve been browsing hotels, and there’s one advertising a wedding cancellation in four days from now! It’s about a third of the original price because it’s so short notice!”  

“Four days? That’s a little soon,” Abi exclaimed picking her beer up off the table and taking a swig, watching her fiancé looking interested.  

“I’d be fine with that,” he spoke.  

“Really? We couldn’t have everyone here, though, because of the obvious,” she stated, Opie coming over.  

“I think you’d be forgiven for that, Abi. I mean, you guys have waited almost sixteen years, after all. And we could be there?”

“It’d be small and simple, just what you wanted?” Chibs added, watching her begin to smile. Why wait? Opie was right; it had been long enough.  

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”  

It was too late to call at that time, but the following morning, Abi rang the hotel, explaining it would be just for them and seven guests, Tara not able to attend because she was so close to her due date giving birth, and Gemma unable to make it either for the same reason as her birthing partner. All they needed was the service itself, four rooms and nothing else. Unfussy, uncomplicated, just a wedding and place to get very drunk in celebration afterwards.  

They arranged for the ceremony to be held on the edge of the lake at sunset, Abi giving them her card details to secure the deposit, and with that, it was done. All they needed was a marriage license. Again, that was very simply sought.  

“Okay, I have assembled a checklist,” Venus spoke, sitting down at the kitchen table with Abi later the following morning, producing it from her bag. “Are you bothering with a cake?”

“Opie said he’ll make space cake,”  

Venus chuckled, taking a pen and adding a tick. “Hair and makeup? I can do that for you, actually. So, that’s that done. Alright, dress?”

“I’m wearing that black one I bought when I was shopping with you last week. I’m not a getting married in white type. Oh, you and Lyla need a black dress each, too. If you want to be my bridesmaids, that is?”

Venus was touched, placing a hand to her chest with a little gasp. “I would be nothing but one hundred percent honoured, my darlin’.” Reaching for her hand, she gave it a little squeeze, consulting her list again. “Alright, flowers?”

“Erm... find somewhere selling them on the way? Again, I don’t need anything fancy. White lilies are my favourite and they’re in season, so available everywhere.”

“And here was me assuming you’d just tie a bow around one of your favourite guns,” Venus mused, winking.  

Abi couldn’t let that moment pass, her mouth tilting “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Abigail.” she shook her head, chuckling softly. “Okay, I think that’s everything prepared. I take it Filip shan’t be donning a suit?”

Abi cracked up completely. “You’ve got more chance of finding icicles in hell!” she cried, the very image of such provoking much mirth. “Black jeans, black shirt and his kutte. And he’ll look sexy as fuck.”  

“Ahh, everyone in black. They do say funeral chic is making a triumphant return,” Venus joked, Abi cocking her head.  

“I suppose it is, it’ll be me holding a funeral for all the pain of being parted from him, laying it to rest at last.” Venus’ face softened, stirred by her words.  

“Oh, chere. If there is a more perfect metaphor to describe it, I cannot think of one.” On the first evening Abi had spent at her apartment, they’d sat getting to know one another over drinks, Abi revealing her story with Chibs. Venus had softly wept for them, hearing the heartbreaking story. She was a woman of great sensitivity and empathy, something Abi was drawn to greatly as it brought out that side of her, flushed it from behind the hardened fortitude, cooled down the fiery Maguire blood. Venus was gentle and soft, as Abi enjoyed being when she didn’t have to be quite so hardened.  

“Okay, right. On with our list, my sweet. Wedding rings! Have preparations been sought for the purchase of such?”  

Abi nodded, picking up her cigarettes and lighting up. “He isn’t in at TM tomorrow morning, so we’re heading up to the jeweller first thing. Venus placed another tick upon the paper.  

“Well, sweet child, I think that covers just about everything which needs to be covered.” She paused, sipping her tea, her eyes suddenly widening. “Oh, Jesus in a feather boa! Are you doing something old, new, borrowed and blue?”

Abi crinkled her nose, thoughtful. “Hmmm. I suppose Fil would say he’s the old thing.”

Venus threw her head back, clapping her hands together. “Oh, he is silly!”

“He’s entirely selective with it, too! He’s allowed to refer to himself as old, but if anyone else does it, they receive the Glaswegian death glare.”

Venus continued to chuckle. “Forty-seven is a man well in his prime. As long as he has the fortitude to fuck you into the bed at night, then all is well and linear age is irrelevant.”  

Abi’s mouth tilted salaciously. “Oh aye, he does. Back in his early thirties when I met him, we wouldn’t go to sleep at all until about six in the morning if neither of us had nowhere to be the following morning, so he’d fuck me all night off and on. But now, he doesn’t even need to. He’s just... oh blimey, Vee.”

Venus leaned forward, willing to receive the tea, as all good girlfriends were. “Do indulge me, chere.”

“What that man cannot do with his mouth is not worth knowing! Three nights ago, he wanted to see if he could break his own record for how many times he could make me cum with his tongue.”

“The previous record stood at?”

“Nine,” Abi confirmed. Venus was impressed.  

“And the new?”

“Thirteen. Thirteen fucking times, then fucked me up the arse until I screamed the house down!”

“Oh, honey!” Venus exclaimed, holding her hands up in exclamation. “And that’s what it’s all about! Because he’s at the age where sexual experience and prowess gained through such means he doesn’t even have to give you the D for hours on end. Alexander is much the same. I am left in a dopamine daze of dick drunk heaven just from one thorough seeing to.”

Abi nodded, sipping her coffee. “Amen to that, sister.” She smirked, remembering the previous night, being edged for an hour between attentions from his fingers, mouth and cock before he’d finally let her cum. Five minutes later and she’d fallen into dreamy sleep against his chest, beyond satisfied.  

“And the new, borrowed and blue?” Venus asked, after their conversation had taken a slight detour.

“New is the dress, blue are my eyes, and borrowed, hmmm...”  

“My rose necklace that you love so much. There, you’re fully prepared, love.”

Abi beamed, squeezing her hand. “Thank you. You’re a lovely friend, Venus.”

She blushed a little waving her hand. “I should be thanking you, sweet darlin’. Because of my choices, my desire to live as my true, authentic self, most see me as some kind of oddity, meaning because of which honest friends have been short in supply. You and Lyla have accepted me without question and for that, it is I who should extend thanks.”

Abi couldn’t abide small minded persecution the likes of which Venus had likely received in shades, being a trans woman. “I judge people for what they have inside. You, Venus, are a dear lady through and through.”

“That’s kind, thank you, for seeing me when so few ever have.” Once Venus had left, Abi was free to carry out her more menial, less enjoyable tasks, cleaning the house from top to bottom before taking the dogs for a long, two-hour walk, two exhausted pups flopping down in the lounge upon their return, Abi deciding she couldn’t be bothered to cook, planning on ordering takeout when Chibs arrived home in a few hours. The dogs made their way up on the sofa with her, cuddling to her while she read, their warmth eventually lulling her into sleepiness.  

When Chibs returned, it was to the beautiful sight of a napping fiancée and two waggy tailed pitbulls, stroking their head and kissing her atop hers, not wanting to wake her. He smiled down at her, still thinking to himself as he always did, how lucky he was that she’d returned to him. Abi being in his life was something he would never take for granted, whenever he remembered how many years he’d lost, of her being right there with him.  

Even just looking across the lounge and watching her sleep filled him with a contentment he’d missed, going to shower and change into a pair of pyjama bottoms and a vest, making a coffee and sitting down to read until she awoke. She’d turned him on to the works of Franz Kafka, and he was vicariously working his way through the prolific authors novels.  

“Hello, big lad. Come on.” he spoke warmly to Ozzy when he got down from the sofa, ambling over to Chibs and looking expectant. He still marvelled, just how quickly the dogs had bonded with them both in just a few short weeks, how their trust in people hadn’t been shattered through the hellish life they’d lived prior to finding their loving home. With a large dog lying contently across his lap, his fingers idly stroking the velvety patch of fur atop his head, he continued to lose himself to the novel, hearing Abi finally stir after around a further thirty silent minutes. “Hello, sleepy.”

“Hi baby,” she murmured, taking a deep breath through her nose, still a little spaced out. “Jesus Christ! I’ve been asleep for three hours!”

He hummed a chuckle. “You needed it, I think. I mean, you were up toiling at 6am.” Her garden project was continuing, Abi wanting to get as much done as possible prior to her return to Libya the following week, which would see her gone for five days. Today’s endeavours involved pressure washing the patio stones, which had been very neglected, Chibs having no idea that they were light and dark grey beneath the years of accumulated moss and dirt. He might’ve moaned – and only partly in jest - about her taking over where the house was concerned, but she’d truly made it a home. And his orange lounge had remained.  

She’d thrown his old couch and armchair out, much to his initial displeasure, reasoning that they were bowing and no longer of use nor ornament, replacing them with a deep brown leather set, replacing the nailed up throw over the front window for off white curtains, her rug from her house in Ireland upon the sanded and matte varnished floorboards, bohemian furniture purchased in the form of a dark walnut coffee table, end tables and a bookshelf, with the room finished with a simple wrought iron light fixing, a lot of her African ornaments an abundance of candles.  

The bedroom she’d furnished in black and white, black walls, white ceiling, white painted floorboards (which reminded them both of her old flat) and a new bed, a black iron frame with ever present white linens. Black showed up way too many cum stains for a couple as sexually active as they were. In the hallway, she’d painted dark blue, adding artwork and house plants, storage for boots and shoes, the greenery providing a nice contrast against the dark, doing more with the house than he’d ever imagined he would. He’d moaned at her all the way through the process, but had to admit, he loved the end result.  

It was now their home. Him and his almost wife. His wife. It still made him feel lit up inside, that finally, he’d get to make the ultimate commitment to the love of his life. He couldn’t wait to be married to her. The three days between seemed to pass in a blur, aboard his motorcycle riding up to Lake Tahoe before he knew it, Tig and Opie beside him, Piney having to reluctantly cancel at short notice due to his health.  

Abi drove the girls up in the new car she’d spoiled herself with purchasing upon her arrival, a black Escalade, burning a hole in some of the IRA cash that had come across the pond with her, locked away securely in a very large, hidden safe in their home. Since she’d never really been home for long enough to enjoy it, she had quite the nest egg, all of which being used now to enjoy her new and improved life a little better.  

The biggest improvement upon her life, though, wasn’t the newly improved home, or the nice car, but the man whom she sat next to in the bar of the hotel upon their arrival, the man she would be married to in less than four hours. They sat on one of the large, plush couches, Abi snuggled into him, her hand idly stroking his inner thigh, Chibs with his arm wound around her shoulders. He could feel it before he even turned his head to her, the way she was looking at him.  

“What?”

Abi bit back a smile. “I’ve no idea what you mean.”

He snorted with incredulity. “Then why am I getting the horny demon eyes?”

She leaned in to kiss the side of his neck. “Because I’m a horny demon? One who wants to know if we have time to go upstairs and test the mattress springs?”

“You’re fucking insatiable!” he chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Nope. The next time I fuck you, you’ll be Mrs Telford.” She made a face that he sensed was a precursor to complaining. “No pouting, no arguing.”

“Ooooh, I love it when you’re stern.” She continued the neck kissing, but he remained resolute. Just.

“Mmm, down, lass.” He grumbled, turning to kiss her.

“Give me half a chance and that’s exactly where I’ll be going.”  

“Miss Maguire! There will be no sexual shenanigans prior to your nuptials. I need at least an hour to get you made up and your hair perfect, and you stated you wanted a bath prior to me working my magic as well,” Venus stated from the opposite couch, pointing at her beer. “Drink up and get your bride skates on.”

She pouted, winding herself around Chibs a little more.

“Abigail.” The speaking of her name was coupled with Venus making a walking upstairs motion with her fingers, pointing to the door of the bar with raised eyebrows.

“In a minute,” she protested.  

“Abigail Louisa-Marie, I am not in jest!”

“Oh, you better get moving, Abi. She means business when she uses the middle name. She’ll whoop you like an irate stepmom,” Tig warned, grinning, Opie nearly blowing out a mouthful of beer at his analogy from the adjacent couch.

“Stop being a wee shite and do as you’re told for once,” Chibs added, turning to kiss her forehead. “And believe me, I’ll fuck the living hell out of you later.”

“Alright, I’m going! I’ll meet you girls in our room in an hour.” One more kiss bestowed upon her almost husband and she was out of there, smiling with every step she took. Finally, it was here. What she’d dreamed of for so long. After her bath, her skincare regime undertaken, her newly exfoliated skin gleaming from a liberal smothering of body oil, she sat in her robe, Venus working a foundation brush over her face, Lyla admiring her own reflection.  

“I can’t even see any pores on my face. How did you get this good at makeup, Vee?”

Venus chuckled softly, dabbing the brush back into the blended foundation she’d smeared on the back of her hand. “I wasn’t always, sweet girl. Back when I began living my true authentic self, my makeup skills yielded less than desirable results, so I took a course in beauty therapy, which of course included hair and makeup. It gave me the adroitness needed for me to bloom into the woman you see today, and it comes in handy. If I ever lack gentleman whom call upon me for my services in titillation, I take makeup jobs.” she revealed, tilting Abi’s chin up gently, switching to a makeup sponge for finer blending.  

Once her face was finished, Venus moved onto curling loose waves through her hair, finishing with spray, Abi changing into her dress and looking at her reflection. Her eyes had been done similar to how she used to back when she was seventeen, smoky black but much less intense, more effortlessly sexy. Picking up her flowers, she was ready. She’d decided not to bother with being given away, the girls meeting their respective men down in the reception, Chibs with his back to her as she descended the stairs, Tig noticing her and giving him a nudge.  

He turned to view her, smiling widely. God, she looked incredible, Chibs turning back to Tig again as he shook his head. “And she’s marrying me?”

Tig chuckled. “I know, bro. You’re punching well above your weight.” He earned a fist to the chest for that, grumbling something about him being a twat, turning his attention back to Abi when she arrived with him.  

“Bloody hell,” he began, leaning down to her, resting his forehead to hers as he stroked her arms, kissing her softly. “You look fucking amazing.”  

“Thank you, and you know full well my feelings about seeing you all in black,” she replied, winking.

“Sex on really long legs?”

“Oh, aye.” she confirmed, taking his hand. They were met outside by the very warm minister, the photographer organised by the hotel as well, walking down to the edge of the lake. Abi and Lyla had decided to go for wider heeled shoes to prevent sinking in the soft ground, but Venus, in her pin heels, ended up having to be carried by her boyfriend when she began to sink.  

“For god’s sake, Vee.” he exclaimed, lifting with ease into his arms, the photographer capturing the moment, both of them in hysterics. Once at the edge of the lake, Abi handed her flowers to Lyla, the minister beginning. The sun was a glowing ball of orange that sank into the sky, bathing the water in sparkling gold, Chibs thinking to himself that he’d never forget how she looked that day.  

He remembered it all as the minister spoke, their first time together, lying beside her as they’d confessed it wasn’t purely sex between them just two short weeks after that, their painful tearing apart, the moment he’d seen her again after so many years without her. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that this would be where he’d be a year previously. The last eleven months had changed everything.  

As for Abi, she felt almost as if she was dreaming, holding his hands as she looked up at him, bursting with love. There he was, her first love, the man she’d never stopping loving even for a second. The heartbreak she’d gone through was worth the end result, back together, this time not to be parted. Their vows weren’t traditional, Abi promising not to burn the house down with her kitchen endeavours, Chibs pledging to at least try not be such a ‘grumpy old bastard’ as he coined it, among other such amusing vows, the minister raising his eyebrows significantly when he vouched, as the age-old biker vow went, to treat her as good as his leather and ride her as often as he did his Harley, everyone in mild hysterics at the slightly stunned look on his face.  

“Well, Filip, Abigail, after perhaps the most unique marriage vows I have ever heard, it gives me the greatest pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” And oh, how he kissed his new wife, their friends cheering and clapping, Opie letting out a piercing wolf whistle.  

“Finally,” he whispered, stroking her face, kissing her again. “We made it. This is where we were always destined to end up, it just took a wee detour.”

“Aye, it did,” she told him, her fingers tracing little swirls over his neck. “No more detours, though. Just you and me now. Exactly how it always should have been.”

He kissed her head, holding her close. His heart truly had beat for no other in all their time apart, such was the magnitude of his love for Abi. The photographer captured that very moment, the picture displayed proudly on the wall in the hallway of their home, Abi smiling at the image upon her arrival home from her meet with the girls at the bridal store, smiling as she remembered the day. She could hardly believe it had been six months as of five days ago. After feeding the dogs, she checked her phone, Chibs telling her that he should be back at around 9pm, Abi decided since she wasn’t particularly hungry at that point to wait and eat with him.

He arrived back at 9:17pm, sniffing the air from the hallway. Not again. “Abi? Did you leave something on the hob?”

“Shit!” Her call from the backyard was followed by the sound of her getting up, Chibs making it to the kitchen before her, turning the hob off beneath the saucepan full of very burned pasta.  

The look he gave her upon entry made her snort, her husband shaking his head, slightly exasperated. “Right, I’m buying us takeout. And smoke alarms in the morning.”

Some things never changed.  

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“The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice.”

part five of ? part four

disclaimers : smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn shit, cursing, smoking, drugs (legal where she is), probably drinking, big girls shit baby dni

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Chapter 5 - The package

I woke up early this morning.

I was supposed to work but Pamela called me telling me she will not open the pharmacy today. Apparently, she got some personal problems. Well, it's cool, it gives me more time to take care of my grandmother.

When I see my half naked body under the blanket I remind myself about the sudden act of lust that came over me last night. I couldn't control it. I needed it. I was meant to do it. James has bewitched me in a way. I never had such sexual desire.

Opening my curtains, I remind myself about what I saw last night. His back, his tattoos, his arms. All of which led to this lewd moment of mine. It's so toxic of me to have watched him like that. A little more and I would have seen him completely exposed. I'm not like that. But I did it anyway. And I kind of regret not seeing more. Fuck.

Still, I want more. I want him. Completely. I don't know if i can leave this being a lingering thought in my mind. I shouldn't do anything about it. But I want to.

I get back to my mind and go to take a quick shower. I dress in some flare pants and a rolling stone shirt. When I got back to my room I heard some loud noises coming from outside. I hope my grandmother is not still sleeping, I would be mad if her sleep was disturbed. James or not.

I looked out the window. The workers were still here moving stuff in. I stayed at my window a little more hoping to see James. I notice the garage on the side of the house is open. I can't see clearly because it's a little bit far but there he is. I froze. He was in those usual beautiful black jeans. In a tight black motörhead shirt. The morning sun was creeping on him and made the outline of his biceps so obvious.

Those arms.

Lust or love. I don't know. I truly don't. But I can't keep away. Every inch of him, all of which makes me feral.

He is working on his Camaro. I wish I was a Camaro.

"- Ann! Sweetheart!" my grandma yelled.

I snapped out of my thoughts and got downstairs to my grandmother's room. She was not here.

"- Grandma?!" i yelled back.

"- I'm in the kitchen my love." she replied.

I got to the kitchen and saw her.

"- Grandma! Hey!" i said, reassured.

"- Can you make me some coffee sweetheart? My leg hurts me too much I can't stand up." she asked sweetly.

"- Of course grandma. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"- You seem to sleep so much better these last few days darling. I want you to get as much as you can." she replied.

I know why I sleep better. My mind is occupied with James so much, the sadness that fills me generally due to my mother's death has slowed down. I still feel the worst. I miss her so much. But I see a little bit of light and peace thinking about him. My interest in him gives me hope for myself and for seeing more of this life I've been leading blindly the past few years.

I go and make coffee for my grandmother. I also prepared some oatmeal for her.

While the coffee is warming up I go and hug my grandmother from the back. I take her shoulders between my arms and I look over the journal she's reading.

"- A war. Inflation. Economy is falling apart. Our army is killing people in the middle east. Jimi Hendrix is still dead. The usual." i say. "How can you read such dreadful words?"

"- It reminds me to live every minute fully and to never think too much about anything sweetheart." she replies, grabbing my arms sweetly. "Which is something you should learn. If there is one thing you should get out of the last few years, it is that life is too short and you should do just what you want to do my dear." she added.

"- But what if i what i want to do is badly seen, or badly interpreted?" i say, doubtedly.

"- Well, to hell with everybody's mind. You and the people you are doing that with are the only ones that know what is going on sweetheart."

She takes my hand and I understand she will not change her mind about this. She seems like a sweet old lady but don't fuck with her. She'll beat you up. But I know deep down that she's right. I just don't know how to proceed it.

I let out of my grandmother's grip and got her coffee on the table.

"- The noise of the neighbour didn't bother you?" i ask.

"- No. Everything's good, it's normal to make noise when you move in darling." my grandma answers.

We eat some breakfast together and my grandmother then say.

"- Sweetheart, my birthday is coming up soon. Me and Stacy invited all my friends, I also invited Pamela and her husband. I think we should invite James too." said my grandmother excitedly.

James? Huh yes, no. I don't know.

"- Do you think he might want to come over? Such a nice gentleman, I would love him to be there." she continued.

"- I'll ask him when I have the time, grandma." i replied.

I was paralysed at the idea of seeing James again. Mostly to invite him to my home.

"- Oh honey, I feel that he is exactly how I remind him. A sweet, nice young man." she said.

Young man? He is way younger than my grandmother, that's for sure. She could be his mom. But to me he is a middle aged man. He is in his late 50s if I remember. You would think it is a good enough reason for me to back down from my dirty and romantic thoughts about him. But no. If so, it makes it more exciting. I don't know what I would have felt if I met James when he was younger. But something in me tells me I would have had the same reaction. That it's not about his age but who he is.

"- Well, i'll ask him when i see him." i tell my grandma.

"- I'll ask him too if i see him." she replied.

Now I'm sure he will be invited.

After breakfast, my grandmother asked me to help her get to the backyard. She wanted to go take care of her flowers. My grandma settled herself in the yard and started gardening. I sat down on a chair next to her. I light a cigarette. I need it. The noises from earlier were not here anymore. Perhaps the workers finished moving in James's stuff. I wonder if he is still working in his garage.

"- These flowers are so gorgeous sweetheart. Those dahlias remind me of your mother. Oh. And those hydrangeas remind me of your grandfather. And you. You are a dandelion. A beautiful bright dandelion my love." she said sweetly.

The dahlias did remind me of my mother. They were her favourites. They also were the last flowers I gave her before she died. Every time I go to her grave I put on dahlias. I'll get a tattoo of a dahlia one day. I take a drag of my cigarette, those thoughts making me more sad than anything.

A voice approached behind me.

"- You have a beautiful garden France."

I turned around and knew it was James. His voice was just too mesmerising to be forgotten. He was holding a package in hands. He smiled at me.

"- Hello Anna."

"- Hey... Mr Hetfield."

It was of use to use his last name since he decided to drive me crazy calling me by my full first name.

You could access our garden by a little path on the side of the house, not only by the inside. James probably heard us in the garden and came by the path.

"- A package for you was delivered at my place, the number of the house is badly written, they must have thought it was for me." continued James.

My grandma turned around.

"- Oh that is so sweet of you. You can put it on the porch. Ann will take it in a minute. Thank you." she said to James, happily.

The light was still doing a wonderful work on his biceps and his shirt still shaped his shoulders so beautifully. He put the package on the porch and came back to the conversation.

I helped my grandma get up from her flower patch. I'm pretty sure she wants to ask him about her birthday party.

"- Anna, you remind me of those beautiful dandelions your grandmother has right here." he said.

I froze. I was red. How did he know? Or why was I making him think of dandelions? And did he just call me beautiful? And again, my name.

"- And France, you are as bright as those peonies." he laughed lightly.

"- Oh James dear, don't make me blush." my grandma laughed. "How is the moving going?" she then asked.

"- Pretty well. I was just tidying up my garage. The car needed some work." he replied.

"- This beautiful Camaro?"

"- Yes. I've always loved this car." he continued.

"- You were just a little thing when this was made James. But me. I saw it when it was just out. Oh, one of my ex-boyfriends had one. A gold coloured one. He was an ass but i loved his car." she reminded.

James smiled at my grandma, loving her story.

I haven't said a word. But James gives me some quick looks and smiles here and there while talking to my grandma. I do too. I don't know why he does it but I know why I do it. Because he looks so magnetising. I feel like a teenage girl having her first crush.

"- Oh yes. James. My birthday is coming up soon. I would like to invite you and your wife over. I am organising a little gathering." my grandma exclaimed.

I know my grandmother just said wife because she wanted to know more about his situation. What did Stacy tell me already? Argh I don't remember. But he must be seeing somebody. There's no way he is single.

"- Well actually I'm single. I don't have a wife. Not even a girlfriend." James replied, passing a hand in his hair.

Oh my god. This doesn't make it easy for me at all. What do you mean he doesn't have somebody in his life??! A man looking like him. With such a charming aura? I smiled shyly at James trying to proceed with everything my heart was telling me to do that my morals were not loving. He noticed it and smiled back. I hate this game of cat and mouse, mostly when I don't know which one of them I am. I hope deep down that he catches me.

"- But I do have time in the next few weeks before the big rush with the band. I'll come gladly. Do you need me to bring anything?" he then asked.

"- Just bring your handsome face James that's all!" my grandma replied with a smile.

My grandmother talks to him like she would talk to a little boy. I mean he could be her son but it startles me a little. She doesn't have her daughter anymore, I guess she misses those kinds of light talk she could have with my mom.

He laughed.

"- Alright, I'll do my best." he then said. "Well ladies, I need to get back. I've got a studio session with the boys."

"- I'm glad you are doing well with your music Mr. Hetfield. I hope Lars is not as childish as before." she added.

"- How do you know that France?" James replied, chuckling.

"- Well, you came into the store I was working in when you all were younger. In 84? I think. You were as nice as a gentleman as before and Cliff and Kirk were just sweethearts. But Lars looked like an hyperactive kid your mom obliged you to take out." she laughed. "I always wondered if he was into some kind of drug or if he was just naturally like this." she smiled.

I was so out of the conversation. Who the fuck were Cliff, Kirk and Lars? Probably his band members, yes, but who does what in this fucking band? I don't know.

"- I should have remembered such a nice lady like you ma'am!" James said nicely. "But unfortunately Lars is always like this. I'm sorry you had to see that." he laughed.

This Lars seems like a grandiloquent character for sure.

"- Have a good day France." he waved at her goodbye.

His eyes locked into mine.

"- Beautiful day to you too." he suspended. "Anna."

"- Bye Mr. Hetfield." i reply.

I'll call him Mr. Hetfield until he stops calling me Anna. Actually I don't know if I want him to stop. And I truly love his last name, so I don't think I want to stop either. He smiled at me one last time. I thought he was cute.

We got back inside the house. I took the package on the porch. I didn't notice at first but on the package for my grandmother was another little one with just written "Anna" on it. I knew it was from James. I put it away quickly in my room before going back down to open the one for my grandmother. It was some gardening tools for her flowers. She needed new ones and couldn't walk too much to get to the store so I decided it was better to just order them. She was ravished. She used them the whole afternoon and made sure her flowers were in good shape. We then ate dinner and she got to bed early. I wanted to get to my room and listen to music and clean up a little. My grandmother's bedroom is on the first floor. The walls of this house are thick so I can listen to music without bothering her. On the second floor there was only a bathroom, my room and my mother's but nobody was allowed in it except me and my grandma.

I got to my room and saw the package from James on my bed. I open it and get a cassette out of it. It's a cassette of the Doors. L.A Woman. With an autograph of Jim Morrison on the front. A little word was left in the package.

"To Anna : "I found this in my music collection, I thought a Doors type of girl could have better use of it than me. I hope it will give you one of those beautiful smiles you have the secret of." - James."

Fuck. I lay back on my bed with the cassette and the word in my hand that I hold above my head. I'm blushing so hard. So he did call me beautiful earlier. What is going on? Why does he make me feel so confused? Why does it look that he is having as much of a hard time as me to hold this tension between us. If so, he seems to manage it less well. Am I giving myself ideas? No. Yes. Fuck this shit man. I want so much of him. But I mostly want to know him more, in every field. I'm all flustered and blushing. As much as when I humped my pillow thinking about him last night.

I put the word on my nightstand and I got up to get to the cupboard in the corridor. It's where my grandma keeps some of the stuff she used when she was younger. I know there is a cassette player from the early 70s in here. I'm sure the cassette will fit in there.

Got it. I go back to my room and play the cassette. It starts playing and the sound is old and cracky. Just like I want it to be. I decided that i wanted to smoke weed, i know i've got a joint left in my nightstand's drawer. I get it and light it. "Love Her Madly" my favourite song, starts playing and I can't help but dance incoherently in my room. It's like the world disappeared. I dance while smoking and the only thought that came to me was James. Him holding me by my waist while I dance would be the perfect addition to my little party. I wish someone would love me as madly as Jim describes in this song sometimes. When my mom was alive I thought so much more of romance. Today I didn't. Nobody picked my interest. Until James.

I picked up the cassette packaging with Jim's autograph on it. That's the most thoughtful gift we've ever made me. Jim Morrison truly is my favourite artist. I never thought I would touch something that he also touched. It's such an important piece of memorabilia, and James gave it to me so easily.

I think that my mom would love to see me all flustered and blushing like that. I think where she is she loves to see me smile. But mom I'm sorry, I don't know if you'd love the person for whom I smile. Actually, she probably would.

James lingered in my thoughts for so long. And I kept on dancing. Until the last second of this cassette. I am a bit high but I'm still conscious about what I'm doing. It's like my whole world has ended but I just kept on dancing.

I get up and put the cassette in a place where I can see it all the time. I go to close my curtains. If James wanted to watch me have my little party, he could have. They're is a dim light in his room. I wish he was here in front of me, like yesterday.

"- Goodnight James, I loved your gift." i said to myself, smiling while closing the curtain.

࿓ 𓋪・𖧹 𖤐

A/N : I want james to call me a dandelion. Chapter 6 is ready, this is where it starts getting interesting. ;) XOXO <33

#james hetfield #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield smut #metallica #metallica fanfiction #metallica smut

[ohhkaty]

Record collecting is an expensive hobby but it also honestly brings me so much joy. There’s still so much I want to buy and will buy (tbh) but I keep going to record sales and not remembering what I own and almost buying doubles of the same album, so that’s why this list exists. But I also saw folks publishing their lists earlier and I love seeing what people have in their collections (truly I’d love to see yours if you wanted to post it!) If you ever want to talk records or music I’m your gal ♡ 

A Abba - Super Trouper - Voulez Vous - Greatest Hits Vol. 2 The Animals - The Best Of The Animals Arcade fire - Everything Now Arlo Parks - Collapsed In Sunbeams Aqua - Aquarium

B Bleachers  - Bleachers MTV Unplugged  - Take the sadness out of Saturday night  Beyonce - Lemonade - Renaissance Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever  Barenaked ladies  - Original Hits  Bo Burnham - Inside  Bob Seger - Stranger In Town Billy Joel - 52 Street - The Stranger - Glass Houses - An Innocent Man The Beatles - Help - Yesterday and Today - Abbey Road  - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

C Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated - The Loneliest Time Cat Stevens -Tea for the Tillerman Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle Vol. 1 Cheap Trick - At Budokan

D Dirty Honey  - Dirty Honey Dodie  - build a problem  Dua Lipa - Future Nostalgia  Dee Gees - Hail Satin  David Bowie - Legacy (The Very Best Of David Bowie) Dolly Parton  - Greatest Hits  Diana Ross - Swept Away - Summer 

E Elvis Presley  - The Essential Elvis  Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong - Ella and Louis  Etta James  - At Last  Edith Piaf  - The great Edith Piaf  Elton John - Greatest Hits  - Greatest Hits Vol. 2  - Captain Fantastic  - Honky Château  - Here and There 

F Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes  Florence and the Machine  - Lungs  - Dance Fever  Frank Ocean  - Channel Orange (yes this is a boot) Fun  - Some Nights  Fleetwood Mac - Rumours - Tango In The Night - The Dance

G Greta Van Fleet  - From the Fires  - Anthem of the Peaceful Army  - The Battle at Garden’s Gate  George Ezra  - Gold rush kid  Grateful Dead  - American beauty Genesis  - Invisible touch  The Guess Who - The Best Of The Guess Who 

H Haim - Forever EP - Days Are Gone - Something To Tell You - Women in Music III Harry Styles - Harry Styles  - Fine Line - Harry’s House Hozier - Hozier - Wasteland, Baby! Hall & Oates - Rock 'n Soul Part 1

J Jill Barber - Chances Jeff Goldblum and The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra - The Capitol Studios Sessions Jeff Lynne’s ELO - Alone In The Universe Joni Mitchell - Blue Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced Janis Joplin - Greatest Hits - Pearl Jefferson Airplane -Surrealistic Pillow Jethro Tull - Stand Up Janet Jackson - Control 

K Kacey Musgraves - Golden Hour - Star-Crossed  Khruangbin and Leon Bridges - Texas Sun - Texas Moon Kate bush - Hounds Of Love Kansas - Leftoverture

L Lorde - Melodrama - Solar Power The Lumineers - The Lumineers - Cleopatra Lizzo -Coconut Oil - Cuz I Love You Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill Lana Del Rey - Born To Die Led Zeppelin - In Through The Out Door 

M Maggie Rogers - Surrender Mother Mother - Dance And Cry Mumford and Sons - Wilder Mind Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion Matty Matheson - A Cookbook (yes this is a real cookbook, it comes with a zine!) Marina And The Diamonds -Electra Heart Minnie Riperton - Les Fleurs: The Minnie Riperton Anthology Meatloaf - Bat Out Of Hell Mr mister - Welcome To The Real World 

N Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats - Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats The National - Boxer Nico - Chelsea Girl Neil Young - Harvest Moon Neil Diamond - Live At The Troubadour 

O Orville Peck - Pony - Show Pony Orla Gartland - Women on the Internet Olivia Rodrigo  - Sour 

P Phoebe Bridgers - Stranger in the Alps  Paramore  - After Laughter  Prince - Purple rain  The Mamas & the Papas - The Papas & the Mamas The Police - Zenyatta Mondatta Paul Simon - There Goes Rhyming Simon - Graceland  Pat Benatar - Crimes of Passions 

Q Queen - Greatest Hits

R The Regrettes - Feel Your Feelings Fool - How Do You Love - Further Joy Ramones  - Ramones 

S The Sheepdogs  - Live At Lees  Spice Girls  - Spice  The Strokes  - Angles 

The Struts  - Strange Days 

Silk Sonic  - An Evening with Silk Sonic 

Simon and Garfunkel  - Bridge Over Troubled Water 

T Taylor swift  - Lover  - Folklore  - Evermore  - Midnights  Trixie Mattel  - Two Birds/One Stone - Barbara  Twin shadow  - Eclipse  - Twin Shadow Tears for fears  - Songs From The Big Chair  Toto - Toto IV Toronto  - Get It On Credit  Talking Heads  - Remain in light 

W Whitney Houston - Whitney  - Whitney Houston 

Y Yola - Walk Through The Fire - Stand For Myself Years and Years - Palo Santo

Z The Zombies - Odessey and Oracle - Oddities and Orcales  

123 The 1975 - The 1975 - Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Movie Soundtracks - Labyrinth - The Virgin Suicides - Eternal Sunshine of - School Of Rock - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Promising Young Women - Josie and the Pussycats  - Almost Famous -Rocky Horror Picture Show - Up - Space Jam  - Little Shop of Horrors  - Grease - Saturday Night Fever - Xanadu  - Ghostbusters - St. Elmo’s Fire

Television Soundtracks - The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina - Stranger Things Vol 1/2 - Stranger Things Vol 3 - Euphoria Season 2 - Steven Universe 

Musicals - In the Heights - Hair

#record collection #vinylrecords #167 total I think (but I lost count) #katy blogs

[frankterranella]

Remembering a rare musical artist we lost 50 years ago

I remember where I was when I heard the news. I was in my dorm room at Holy Cross, and it was a sunny Friday, September 21, 1973. I was just starting my junior year and my new roommate, Marty Lessard, returned from a class and said,"Have you heard?" I looked at him blankly. "Oh, he was one of your favorites, and you don't know!" He had a pained expression on his face, and then he blurted out: "Jim Croce died last night in a plane crash." All I could say was "Oh, no, he was just getting started." Perhaps trying to make me feel better, my roommate then replied "Well at least it wasn't a drug overdose." We had lost Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix just a few years earlier to drug overdoses. But somehow the way he died was not comforting. As a guitar player I was attracted to Jim Croce's music as soon as I heard it in 1972. I sought out the sheet music to his songs so I could play them on my guitar. That September night, I took out my guitar and played "Operator" and "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" and had my own private memorial. Croce's recording career was less than two years, but in that time he wrote and recorded scores of great songs. Most of these were not released while he was alive. And as much as I liked Jim Croce's music before he died, the songs that had been recorded earlier (but not released until after he died), ultimately became my favorites. Songs like "I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song," "I Got a Name"" and "Lover's Cross" showed his musical genius. We can only imagine the many other beautiful songs he could have given us if his life was not tragically cut short at the age of 30. If I had to pick one song to show the artistry of Jim Croce to someone who never heard of him, I would choose the poetic "Time in a Bottle." Croce wrote it the night his wife told him they were having a baby. (That baby, A.J. Croce, is now a singer-songwriter himself.) Croce's song shows a man reflecting on the bright future he sees for himself and his new family, and especially the love he has for his wife, Ingrid. It shows a man who has looked around and found his soulmate, and now he thinks about the demands on his time that will take him away from her. All he wants is more time with his wife and soon-to-be born son. Little did he know that a tragedy would take him away from them a week before his son's second birthday. I think it's one of the most heartfelt love songs ever written. And the words are a quality of poetry that is rare in pop music. Judge for yourself: If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty, except for the memory of how They were answered by you.

But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do, once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go through time with

Jim Croce, there was not enough time to see you play in person once we found you. You were a shooting star in our musical scene, come and gone in a musical instant. Fortunately, we have your recordings to go through time with. Have a listen here: https://youtu.be/dO1rMeYnOmM?si=OS8sExrv7vVcUDhK

#Jim Croce

[ncwhereman]

hey, secret santa again :) sorry this message is quite late!

i also love those films by the who, i think i like tommy more than quadrophenia tho bc it’s so strange. you said you’d love some recs for the artists i mentioned, so here's one song from each :D there are songs equally as good as these, but these are my favourites, the songs i heard which made me interested in the musicians:

gimme shelter (the rolling stones)

who are you (the who)

dazed and confused (led zeppelin)

hey joe (the jimi hendrix experience)

go your own way (fleetwood mac)

i listened to the songs you recommended and totally love them, especially the cilla black songs. i haven't listened before but i love her voice. and i only knew a few marianne songs beforehand, like as tears go by, which i love. there’s still so much music to discover!

which record did you last buy? i think the last one i bought was a byrds album bc it was pretty cheap. but i love physical media and apart from records i’m in love with a little 60s camera i have, it comes everywhere with me :-)

you said you’re into films – what’s your favourite atm? are there any you like watching around the holiday period? i don’t have a favourite but i like wes anderson’s early films, the cinematography and colour palettes are beautiful :D any recommendations especially for 60s-70s films?

and to answer the other questions, i do play a couple of instruments! i drum and play bass. piano always seemed very difficult to me, seems like there’s a lot of concentration involved. it’s like magic, i don’t understand it

and getting back ;)) to the beatles, my favourite albums really depend on mood and the weather. recently i’ve been listening to rubber soul and ahdn a lot, they’re very cosy albums to me. i also love please please me, my grandparents still play it a lot, so it reminds me of them. how about you - any favourite beatles albums? any favourite beatle(s)?

i’m sorry again this was so long! i hope you had a good weekend 🎅

hey, don't worry, take as much time as you need! i'm kinda caught up with my finals rn so i might be slow too :(

i LOVE all the songs you recommended!! especially led zeppelin and jimi hendrix i guess, but really all of them are great! i love your taste even more now and want more recs lmao so: what are your favorite albums by any artists?

the record i bought was help by the beatles! it's a dutch vinyl housed in a german jacket but at least it sounds amazing. working on my mission to get all beatles studio albums but they're literally the most expensive (in my local shops at least) so it's taking some time. do you have any goals like this in collecting, like completing certain artists or choosing certain pressings?

favorite film... i've been meaning to make a list of all my favs for forever but i just can't get around to it bc there are so many to remember 😭 well let's say the hours & times atm, it's in no way perfect but i still love it and admire everyone behind it

as for the holiday films, i guess i'll leave classics like home alone out, but right now i have a bunch of older christmas films in my watchlist (miracle on the 34th street, remember the night, etc), i suppose they're classics too in the us/uk but i've never seen them! only watched white christmas so far and was very surprised at how gay it was lmao. are there any christmas films you like?

it's hard to recommed films bc i'm always tempted to recommend directors instead of certain titles, but:

(gay) drama: midnight cowboy (1969) and the boys in the band (1970)

comedies: the apartment (1960) and paper moon (1973)

musicals: funny girl (1968) and my fair lady (1964)

horror: the innocents (1961) and what ever happened to baby jane (1962)

i get what you mean about the beatles albums! atm i'm very into help since i've been listening to it on vinyl lmao. and i like the way it has this early sound but the themes of some songs aren't quite as straightforward as i wanna be your man for example - i'm mostly referring to you've got to hide your love away, but i see the same theme in it's only love. adore both of george's songs on it too. my absolute favs though must be the white album and mmt! rubber soul is very close to them too

i always felt a bit weird about choosing a favorite beatle bc it feels like choosing your favorite child 😭 but i gotta admit i mostly lean towards john and george, esp john. what about you?

#srs22 #ask

[silverlightqueen]

#i cannot breathe #i dont think i can explain how much i love these pictures #they are iconic HE is iconic #and he is so so beautiful i am in L O V E #its been hours and i cant get over them #but like the shocked and innocent face is so fake we been knew youre a hoe park jimin #we still love you tho lmao #can someone pls freak out about these pics with me bc wow #my baby jimin #jimi

[bluewhale52]

Santa Baby

Summary: What happens when you run into your boyfriend’s super handsome, super hot ex while doing last minute Christmas shopping? Chaos. Chaos is what happens.

Pairing: Jimin x Female OC x Taehyung

Rating: R , SFW as in nothing explicit, but of mature language

Genre: fluff, established relationship, start of a poly relationship, my attempt at crack/ humour

WC: 1.3k

Warning: allusion to threesome

A/N: Day 3 of 12days BTS Project 🎄 Prompts: Last minute gift shopping but wait, is that your ex? and Next Christmas we’ll be needing one more stocking

Every year you wish you had prepared sooner, and yet, every year, you still leave your Christmas shopping to the last minute, as in on 24 December. At 8pm.

One would think that being in a relationship with someone as meticulous about schedules and lists as Jimin is would help you break that habit. But, no, you just can’t bring yourself to shop any earlier. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush, to dart from shop to shop and impulsively buy the first thing you see, or to fight off another procrastinator like yourself, that makes you feel alive.

You plop the shopping bags onto Jimin’s lap, and you give him the most satisfied smile.

“All done? Got a good present for me, your perfect boyfriend who waits patiently while you scavenge your gifts?” He pettily asks.

You stretch your arms, feeling good and satisfied. “ All done. You’d love your gift. I’ll even let you open it the moment we get home.”

He groans as he gathers all the shopping bags. “Can we eat now? I’m super hungry.”

“Sure! Tteokbokki? I like the place at the food court. Should we go there?” You pull him up and link your arm with his. “Yeah, that sounds go-”

You stop walking when you feel Jimin freezing next to you. His smiling eyes are gone, only to be replaced by sheer shock.

“Jimin, what is it?” You follow his line of sight and fail to see anything that could elicit such a reaction from your boyfriend.

“Jimi-” you turn back to him, only to find him scurrying to hide behind a rack of clothes. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Get down here!” He hisses at you.

You look at him, puzzled. “What? Why?”

He peers out like a meerkat before kneeling back, burying himself behind the clothes. You look across the floor again, trying to discover what it is among your fellow late night shoppers that your boyfriend seems to be so afraid of.

“Jimin, just tell me what it is that’s botheri-” you stop when you catch something in the corner of your eye. A brown beret, paired with a long brown coat. Tall posture with a smile that can melt the coldest ice. No. Way.

You immediately kneel next to Jimin. “Is that… is that your ex?”

Jimin squirms. “Yeah. Can we go home now? We’ll just make ramyeon or something.”

“What’s his name? Taehyung?”

Jimin nods. You peer out again. “Oh my god, he’s hot, Jimin.”

“Excuse me! I’m right here!”

You give Jimin a look. “Well I appreciate beauty when I see it.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. “Is he still there?”

You glance over to where Taehyung is standing. “Yeah,” you mumble, then you decide to take a chance.

“Babe,” you scoot closer to Jimin, “remember the thing we talked about?”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you. “You’re referring to the thing, aren’t you?”

You nod your head. “Can we please?”

“Are you crazy?” He sighs exasperatedly.

“Please Jimin,” you clasp your hands together and put on your puppy-eye look. “It can be my Christmas present. Please? Jimin? Babe? Baby?”

He scrunches his nose and acts like he is going through a massive internal struggle. He huffs and puffs, gives you a few looks of ‘I can’t believe you’re making me do this’ before finally relents to your pleading.

“Fine.” He spits out the word.

You squeal and grab his hand. “Let’s go say hi to your ex,” you pull him up and drag him towards where Taehyung is.

“TAEHYUNG!” you call out his name, too excitedly.

**

Jimin plops back on the bed as you go to the bathroom to clean up. Outside, the snow is slowly enveloping the city in white, but Jimin is feeling warm. His chest- no, his whole body- is sweating, and he starts to feel sticky. He should probably take a shower, but at the same time he doesn’t want to leave the bed.

Not when Taehyung is sprawled next to him, as naked as he is.

The ex turns to him and lets out a slow exhale. “Your girlfriend is nuts.”

Jimin giggles. “She’s something, yeah.”

“I didn’t expect running into my ex after two years would lead to… this.”

Jimin shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “I met her not long after you’d left, and she knows how I felt, well, still feel, towards you.”

“And she’s okay with it?”

Before Jimin can answer, you step out of the bathroom. Dressed in just panties and Taehyung’s oversize t-shirt, you look incredibly small and cute. Jimin feels himself stirring again, and from the way Taehyung is squirming, Jimin knows his ex is as affected as he is.

“You know, we’ll be needing another stocking next Christmas.” You declare.

Jimin’s heart stops at your announcement. His eyes definitely zero onto your stomach. Then he looks at Taehyung, who also has the same shocked expression on his face.

“Why,” Jimin stutters, “why would we need another stocking?”

“Because we have a new addition,” you look at Taehyung pointedly.

Taehyung’s eyes widen. He points to himself and you nod, which he takes as confirmation. He scoots closer to Jimin. “Min, correct me if I’m wrong, it doesn’t happen instantaneously, does it?”

Jimin shakes his head in response, his eyes are back on your stomach again. He starts feeling light headed especially when he spots the white plastic stick in your hand.

“What happens instantaneously?” You ask, a little confused at how pale the two men look now, sitting side by side on your bed.

Jimin tries to answer but he only ends up sputtering. Taehyung glances at his ex-boyfriend, wondering how he is feeling right now with the shocked announcement from you.

“Wait,” Taehyung suddenly realizes something, “how do you know it’s me?”

You give him a look. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but we both came in you. How do you know it’s mine?”

“Huh?” You are beyond confused now. “What does it have to do with anything?”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other, even more confused than before.

“Tae is right, babe,” Jimin finally finds his voice, “How can you be sure the baby is Tae’s?”

It takes you a few seconds to process the question.

“WHAT?” you shriek. “BABY? What are you guys talking about?”

The three of you are suddenly in a bizarre, puzzling Mexican standoff.

“Wait, wait, let’s rewind.” Taehyung breaks the silence. “_______, are you pregnant?”

You cannot believe the question asked to you. “No,” you answer immediately, “no, at least I don’t think I am.”

Jimin scoffs. “Then why are you holding a pregnancy test?”

You look down at your hand. “This?” You raise the white plastic stick. “This is my toothbrush.”

For the umpteenth time that night, Jimin is lost for words. So, he utters a small, “Oh.”, as does Taehyung.

“Guys, what the hell is going on?”

Jimin slams his hands on the bed. “We thought you were pregnant!”

You burst out laughing. “What the hell? Why would I be pregnant? I’m on the pills!”

“Then why did you say another stocking, and… and… “ Jimin stammers.

“And pointing at me when you said new addition.” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s sentence.

You want to pull your hair out. “Because you are the new addition! I thought there was something between the three of us. Like, you know, our chemistry was off the chart! I just feel like tonight isn’t a one off as we thought it would be.”

The expression on the two men’s faces switch from confusion, to realisation, to pride.

“Well, yeah,” Jimin agrees. “So, there’s no baby?”

“What is it with you and babies?” You stomp your way back into the bathroom.

Taehyung exhales loudly. “She’s not pregnant, Min.”

Jimin rests his head on the bed headboard, trying to process the roller coaster of emotions of the night. “The three of us really need to sit down and have a proper discussion.”

The two men start laughing, almost hysterically, as the sound of you brushing your teeth comes out of the bathroom. When you return to the bed, squeezing your way between your boyfriend and his ex- who potentially will also become your boyfriend- you realise something.

“Wait… Do you guys have a pregnancy kink or something?”

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Rock Legend Ronnie Spector Recalls Her Close Friendship (and Almost Romance!) with John Lennon

Rock and roll legend Ronnie Spector reflects on the time she turned down one of the Beatles — and her friendship with the Rolling Stones

By Jordan Runtagh November 30, 2018

In addition to her title as the original Queen of Rock and Roll, Ronnie Spector enjoys an undisputed status as one of the ’60s greatest heartthrobs. Fronting the legendary Ronettes in her signature sky-high beehive and stylish pencil skirt, the cat-eyed siren bewitched millions, including some of the most famous artists of her generation. Jimi Hendrix and David Bowie were among those who vied for her affections, but few were as besotted as John Lennon.

The pair met in January 1964 when the Ronettes toured England soon after their pop masterpiece “Be My Baby” became a global smash. The Beatles, barely a year into their own superstardom, counted themselves as huge fans and wanted to be introduced. “They had seen us on Sunday Night at the London Palladium and they said, ‘We have got to meet these girls with the black long hair and slits up the side,'” Spector, 75, tells PEOPLE.

Both groups were invited to a show business party at a glitzy London townhouse. Despite the fact that Lennon was married and Spector was linked to her producer (and future husband) Phil Spector, that didn’t stop the Beatle from making a move. “John took me into a room to show me the beautiful lights over London,” she remembered. “I said, ‘Wow, it’s so beautiful.’ And he said, ‘Yeah, you are.’”

He tried to steer her to a nearby bed, but her heart remained with her boyfriend back home. “I was young then, and I was seeing Phil. I didn’t want to kiss other guys and stuff,” she explains. “I just dug my feet into the carpet, ‘We gotta go downstairs, John!’”

Lennon, however, took the romantic rejection in stride. “He said, ‘Okay, I guess I lost on that one!'” Spector recalls.

The incident failed to damage their friendship. Lennon would act as Spector’s official guide whenever the Ronettes came to London. “He was so nice and polite,” she told PEOPLE in a 2017 interview. “He’d take me to clubs, and he took me to Carnaby Street to get all the t-shirts. We didn’t know what was in London, so John was all, ‘Don’t worry, Ronnie: I will take you.’ And then at night they’d take us to clubs. I remember one night I was with John and he said, ‘Ronnie, sing a little bit of “Be My Baby” in my ear.’ So I went, [full-voiced] ‘Be my little baby!’ And he almost passed out. I can’t sing low, I had to go all out. It blew his mind.”

Once, the duo arranged a double dinner date with Spector’s sister — and fellow Ronette — Estelle Bennett and George Harrison. It seemed like a great idea until the sisters’ mom accidentally crashed it.

“My mother toured with us everywhere. John and George were picking us up at the hotel to take us to dinner. They were so nice and polite, they said, ‘Mrs. Bennett, would you like to go to dinner with us?’ And my mother said, ‘Sure, let me get my purse!’ I almost had a heart attack! We were just at the age where we wanted to go out and have fun, and here’s Mom with us!? No no no. But we didn’t know how to say that. So we took her to dinner like good little girls, and of course John and George were so polite: ‘Ok, Mrs. Bennett, we’ll wait for you to get your purse.’ And I’m looking at them: ‘We wanna see England without mom!'”

The Beatles and the Ronettes would remain close, with the Fabs inviting them on their 1966 world tour. Years later, they released her solo debut on their own label, Apple Records. Though her producer/then-husband Phil wanted to credit it to “Veronica” (her given name), the band suggested her affectionate nickname. “The Beatles named me Ronnie Spector,” she says now. “It was really the Beatles that said, ‘Veronica just doesn’t sound right on your records. Everybody knows her as Ronnie.'”

Spector would repay the favor years later with English Heart, her 2016 album that pays tribute to British Invasion-era bands. In addition to recording a track by the Beatles, she also gave a nod to her onetime backing band, the Rolling Stones. She particularly hit it off with the band’s guitarist, Keith Richards.

“He and I weren’t dating but we would go out after the show to Wimpy Bars to have hamburgers,” she says of the time. “We didn’t think about drinking — you had soda backstage! Everything back then was so innocent.”

Lennon was murdered in 1980, but Spector’s friendship with Richards continues to endure. “He lives like 15 minutes from me now in Connecticut. So I see him quite a bit,” she says. When the Ronettes were welcomed into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2007, it was Richards who had the honor of inducting them.

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[agustdakasuga]

A Place Called Home | Epilogue

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Your family is only going to grow from this point! You need to learn to be a good mother and give equal attention to all your children while the boys need to grow up and take their role as fathers. 

“I really don’t like that we’re out when you’re about to pop, kitten.” Yoongi sighed for the nth time as he pushed the grocery cart.

“Oh, quit nagging, grandpa. We’ll be fine.” You waved him off as you grabbed two bags of pasta and placed them into the cart. Yoongi sent you a flat look and shook his head.

Ever since the pregnancy blood test revealed that your child had panther blood, Yoongi has been very cautious and mindful of you. You felt that it was rather deserving that you were carrying Yoongi’s child first, considering he was with you the longest. But the two of you decided not to know the gender.

“You should be taking this more seriously than I do, kitten.” Yoongi scoffed.

“I am, Yoongs. Now please let me choose my cereal in peace, please.” You hushed him as you looked between the two boxes in your hands. Yoongi facepalmed at you.

“Just get both.” He groaned.

“You’ll let me get both?” Your eyes sparkled.

“Only because I know that if I say no, you will use the baby as an excuse to make me buy both in the end.” He rolled his eyes at you. He really knew you too well that he knew all the antics that you use.

“That’s a fact.” You shot finger guns at him and placed both boxes into the cart before the both of you continued. You waddled away to grab ice lollies that you have been craving as Yoongi went to grab some meat to stock the fridge at home. When you didn’t come back, Yoongi placed the trays into the cart and pushed to find you.

“Kitten-” He froze when he saw the puddle of water by your feet. You mirrored the same shocked expression as him.

“It’s okay, kitten. Accidents happen and you’re pregnant-”

“Yoongs, it’s not pee.” You quickly cut him off. The wheels in Yoongi’s head turned and he knew, your water just broke, in the supermarket. He abandoned the cart and rush to you.

“I can’t move.” Your whole body was stiff.

“Why not? Are you in pain?! Shall I call an ambulance?!” Yoongi panicked.

“No! It’s dripping...” You mumbled in embarrassment. A store clerk had seen what happened and rushed over to offer assistance but you couldn’t move until Yoongi received instructions. Yoongi contacted your gynaecologist to let her know that your water just broke and the baby was coming.

“Dr Rin said you can either go home and wait for contractions or go to the hospital. She has a spare labour room for you.” Yoongi informed, putting his phone into the pocket.

“Call the others. Let’s go to the hospital.” You said. Yoongi slowly helped you to the car.

He pulled up to the hospital and the nurses were quick to bring you to the ward that your gynaecologist had prepared for you.

“The others will be here soon.” Yoongi came to your side.

“Yoongs, I’m scared.” You whimpered as you held his hand. Yoongi leaned forward to kiss your forehead, stroking your hair. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“I’m here, kitten. I’ve got you.” He rubbed your hand with his thumb. The door opened and your 6 other hybrids came in. With their senses, they could smell that your water had indeed broke and you were going into labour. Yoongi was beside you, comforting you and trying to get you to calm down. Taehyung came to your other side.

“How are you, jagi?” He rubbed your stomach.

“Scared.” You admitted.

“You’ll be just fine, my love. We will be here the entire time.” Namjoon kissed the back of your other hand. You sent them a grateful smile.

“The whole squad is here, huh?” Dr Rin came in with two nurses. You let out a sheepish laugh. The boys stepped aside as the nurses pulled the curtains to give you some privacy for Dr Rin to check you.

“Hmm... Not quite there yet. Sorry, bub.” Dr Rin patted your thigh as she removed her rubber gloves. You sent her a small smile.

“I’ll come and check on you later.” She said squeezed your hand and left.

“Is there anything we can do for you, beautiful?” Jungkook stroked your head. You shook your head. Jin poured some of your favourite juice into a cup and you drank it with a straw. You were feeling so many things that your mind just blanked out.

“What if it’s a human?” That was your worse fear.

“Kitten, we have told you this multiple times. Whether it is a hybrid or human, we’ll still love it. It’s still made with my DNA. What he or she looks like won’t change my or our love for the baby.” Yoongi reminded.

“I love you all.” You blurted.

“We love you too, angel.” Jimin kissed your cheek. Over the next few hours, your contractions came and went, each time getting stronger. You knew that very soon, you would be holding your first child in your arms. It was both exciting and nerve wrecking. Dr Rin came in to check on you from time to time when she wasn’t helping other patients.

“Well?” You panted.

“Looks like we’re ready for some pushing.” Dr Rin finally smiled. Yoongi came through the curtain, the other staying outside so as to not crowd the area.

“I’m right here, kitten.” Yoongi whispered, stroking your cheek. He held your hand as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Take a deep breath and push.” The nurse helped with verbal guidance. Each time you pushed and your face tensed, Yoongi helped with comforting words and wiping your sweat.

“Yoongs.” You whimpered, throwing your head back as you groaned.

“A little more, kitten. You’ve got this. I know you can do this.” He gave you a soft smile, pecking your lips.

“Alright, we’ve got the head! Just two more pushes!” Dr Rin squealed happily. You gave it your all, squeezing Yoongi’s hand until it was all over. Dr Rin carried your baby to the side with one of the nurses while the other cleaned you up. You and Yoongi stayed silent until the cries of a baby sounded.

“Can the father come cut the cord?” The nurse called and Yoongi stepped away for a while and cut the umbilical cord.

“Congratulations, it’s a boy.” Dr Rin came over with a bundle. You laid your baby against your chest, tears falling from your eyes. Yoongi cried as well, pressing his cheek against yours.

“He’s beautiful, kitten.” Yoongi cried softly.

“It’s a hybrid.” You sobbed as you saw two small, black ears rested against his head and you smiled up at Yoongi. Yoongi wiped your tears, cupping your cheeks and pulling you up for a full kiss.

“I love you, kitten.” He said against your lips.

“Hey there.” Yoongi let the baby wrap his hand around his finger. The nurse took the baby from you to do all the necessary tests.

“Don’t cry, Yoongs.” You reached up to wipe his tears once it was only the two of you.

“I just never imagined... that one day, I would have a family of my own. I mean, that’s my real son. He’s so precious. Thank you so much, kitten.” He hugged you as he cried into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around his neck to cry along with him. All of you, your entire family, has really come so far. The nurses were ready to move you to a regular ward.

“We’re moving you to a regular ward. After that, you can see your baby.” Dr Rin smiled.

“Thank you.” You said, exhausted. Before they could even wheel you out to see the other 6 boys, you fell asleep.

“He looks just like Yoongi hyung.” You heard hushed whispers, making you stir and wake up. You saw the 6 boys gathered around Yoongi, who was sitting on the couch, his son in his arms.

“Jagi. You’re awake.” Taehyung was the first to notice you. You nodded.

“You did so well. You should rest more.” He kissed your head. Yoongi came over, carrying his son in his arms. You opened your arms to receive him gently. You cradled him in your arms, cooing softly at his sleeping form as Taehyung took pictures with his camera.

There was no doubt that he was Yoongi’s son. If the black ears and tail did not give it away, he had pale skin that matched his father’s.

“We wanted to wait for you to wake up before we gave a name.” Yoongi explained.

“I’m fine with what all of you choose.” You chuckled, not taking your eyes off your son. The boys have all discussed and decided that the children will all follow their father’s surnames.

“Min Yoonjae?” Yoongi suggested.

“I love it. Yoonjae.” You smiled, kissing your son’s head softly. The midwife came in to teach you how to feed Yoonjae. Yoongjae latched on really well, drinking hungrily as Yoongi went out to sign Yoonjae’s birth certificate.

“Aww, don’t cry! Appa Taetae got you.” Taehyung cooed and bounced slightly to calm Yoonjae down.

“Better eat up, snowflake.” Jin held a spoonful of food up to your mouth. This again, the feeding. You shook your head in defeat and opened your mouth, leaning forward to eat the food. Of course, the boys had made sure to cook for you so you wouldn’t have to eat the hospital food. And they did do research on what foods nursing mothers should eat.

“You feeling alright, my love?” Namjoon asked.

“A little sore but nothing I can’t handle. I think I need a nap after this.” You yawned. The boys all softened at how adorable you were.

When the nurse came to take Yoonjae back to the nursery, the boys tried to protest. It was a very parental hybrid thing to want to constantly nurse their young and care for them.

“After the phototherapy, he will stay in the room.” The nurse explained.

“Come on, boys. Don’t give her a hard time.” You lectured, stifling a laugh. The nurse wheeled a sleeping Yoonjae out of there.

“Now it’s time for the main baby to sleep.” The boys turned to you. Jimin climbed into bed next to you, circling his arms around you as he purred gently. You leaned into his touch, feeling sleep wash over you once again.

- Loud crying broke you out of your day dream. Standing up from the bench, you turned around to see three kids running towards you. Yoonjae pulled his younger sisters with him. After Yoonjae was born, you and Seokjin conceived a girl named Yujin, she was a hybrid. Then you had a human daughter with Taehyung after that, named Taehee.

“Mama! Appa Namjoon made Namwoo cry.” Yujin said.

“I just put him down from his nap.” You shook your head and headed back into the house with your three children.

“Joon, I told you not to disturb him.” You put your hands on your hips as you carried your wailing 1 year old son. Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck guiltily, coming over to kiss your cheek.

“I’m sorry, my love. I just... wanted to scent him.” Namjoon apologised.

“After his nap, alright?” You chuckled, cupping his cheek. You went upstairs to your room and undid your shirt to feed Namwoo. Namwoo was a hybrid like his father, making Taehee your only human child so far. But it didn’t matter. The children were all loved equally by their fathers.

“Namjoon hyung woke Namwoo again?” Jungkook quietly came in. You nodded your head.

“Can’t blame him. It’s just the alpha in him wanting to constantly scent his son.” You whispered back, humming and swaying slightly to coax Namwoo back to sleep. Out of all your kids, Yoonjae fell asleep the easiest, like his father.

“Is he sleeping?” You asked. Jungkook stood up from your bed and bent down slightly to see the sleeping baby.

“You’re good, beautiful.” Jungkook kissed your temple.

“I put him in my room this time.” You said and Jungkook helped you arrange the pillows so Namwoo wouldn’t fall while he slept. Slowly, you laid him down on the blanket and covered him lightly.

“Sleep well.” You kissed his cheek and left with Jungkook, having the baby monitor around your neck. Jungkook kept his arm around your waist as you headed down. You saw Yoonjae sitting by the piano with his position slightly slumped. Chuckling, you went over and sat down, lifting him up to sit him on your lap.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You hummed.

“I don’t want to learn the piano but appa keeps making me practice. I want to go play with Taehee and Yujin.” He pouted.

“Did you tell appa?” You combed his hair back.

“He told me I have to learn to play like him cause it’s special to you and him.” Yoonjae explained. You laughed and leaned down to give him a kiss. Trust Yoongi to guilt trip his own son.

“Well, it is. But that’s between me and your dad. You don’t have to do what you don’t want to do, baby.” You told him. Yoonjae turned to hug you, burying his head against your chest as you rubbed his back. You knew Yoongi didn’t mean any harm. He just wanted his son to see the beauty of music as he did.

“Are you practising?” His older, carbon copy appeared, sitting beside you. Yoonjae shook his head.

“Why?”

“Tell him.” You encouraged Yoonjae.

“I don’t want to learn the piano, appa. I want to play with Yujin and Taehee.” He looked over at his sisters, who were drawing and colouring together in the main living room. Yoongi looked perplexed as he turned to you. You blinked.

“Alright.” Yoongi nodded. Yoonjae beamed, turning to you. You laughed and Yoongi opened his arms. Yoonjae hugged his father.

“Thanks, appa.”

“Go play, kiddo.” Yoongi stuck his cheek out for Yoonjae to give him a peck before he climbed off to go play with his two sisters. You turned to Yoongi and cooed teasingly, wrapping your arms around him. Yoongi gave you a disgusted look and inched away from you. You were so used to caring for your children that you liked to treat the boys like kids too.

“Come here my baby panther.” You opened your arms.

“Kitten, I suggest you stop it or you’re getting punished.” He raised an eyebrow. You giggled as Yoongi attacked you in tickles. He leaned in but suddenly froze. Your scent... he knew it all too well now.

“What?” You tilted your head.

“You’re... scent...” Yoongi reeled away. The boys now knew your scent that you gave off when you were pregnant, having been there through your first 4 kids.

“Mama? Are you okay?” Yujin tugged your sweater.

“Get appa Chim.” Yoongi spoke for you. Yujin nodded and ran out of the living room, pulling Taehee with her. Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok were working today but thankfully Jimin was around. Your daughters came back with a panicked Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon.

“What’s-” They stopped when they finally smelled the air.

“I didn’t smell it earlier.” Jungkook frowned.

“It’s very faint.” Yoongi said. Your eyes were wide as you stared at Jimin. Jimin rushed to your side, burying his head in your neck as he took a confirmation sniff of you.

“You’re really pregnant again.” Jimin said in disbelief. It was his child. He was next in line to really mate with you for a child.

“Is mama okay?” Yujin frowned.

“Yeah, don’t worry, babe.” Jungkook patted the girl’s head. You finally broke out of your shock and wrapped your arms around Jimin. Jimin softly cried into your shoulder. You were having another baby! Even if Namwoo just turned 1, it was always exciting to know that there was going to be another little figure running around the house.

“You’re going to have another sister or brother.” Namjoon said to the kids. They grinned and cheered loudly in excitement. Cries sounded through the monitor on your neck.

“I got him.” Namjoon ran up to your room.

“Good morning, buddy.” He lifted Namwoo into his arms. Namwoo scratched the ears on his head as he yawned.

“Appa.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon brought him down and you took Namwoo into your arms, kissing his cheeks. Namwoo smiled, showing his dimple, which mirrored Namjoon’s own.

That evening, the boys came back from work, which meant the whole family was complete again.

“My beautiful daughter and mate!” Taehyung showered you in kisses as he held Taehee in his arms. Taehee giggled at her father’s antics.

“You...” Taehyung stopped.

“Chim is supposed to announce it but I guess we can’t hide it from hybrid noses, huh?” You bumped foreheads with him. Taehyung gave you his boxy grin and laughed, nodding in agreement. You waited for everyone else to gather in the living room.

“Before everyone points it out, do you want to do the announcement yourself, Chim?” You chuckled.

“We’re having another baby!” Jimin announced. The other boys all gave knowing looks, they actually all smelt it the moment they entered the same room as you.

“Congrats, snowflake.” Jin kissed your forehead.

“Our family is going to keep growing. I can’t wait until it is my turn.” Hoseok laughed, making you blush.

“Alright children, time to head to bed.” They all helped in putting the kids to bed. Since the rooms weren’t sorted out yet, the kids actually slept with their fathers. When they needed alone with you, they would just come to your room instead. You kissed all your children goodnight. Namwoo was already half asleep on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Mama, can’t I stay with you?�� Taehee whined.

“She’s as clingy as her dad.” Jungkook snorted and you turned to shoot him a look, making him shrink back.

“Come on, bubs. Children need to sleep more than grown ups.” Taehyung bent down in front of his daughter. Taehee let out more whines but Taehyung wasn’t going to budge.

“Taehee.” He said with a little warning in his voice. Taehee’s bottom lip quivered as she huffed, signalling the beginning of waterworks.

“Crying isn’t going to make me change my mind, Taehee.” Taehyung raised an eyebrow. Taehee turned to look at you.

“Eyes on me, Taehee. Don’t look at mama, she isn’t going to let you stay up too. You saw Yoonjae oppa and Yujin unnie go to bed with appa Yoongi and appa Jin. They didn’t cry and get angry.” Taehyung sat on the floor.

“But I’m not sleepy.” Taehee rubbed her eyes. Taehyung gently grasped her wrist to stop her or she might accidentally scratch herself.

“You want to be a grow up but children who don’t get enough sleep don’t grow, you know?” Taehyung said. That made Taehee stop. She held her arms up so Taehyung would carry her. Taehyung shot you a wink as he went to his room with his daughter.

“I hope I can be as good with my child.” Jimin said from behind you.

“You’ll be a great dad, Chim. Don’t doubt yourself. You’re already such a great dad to the other children.” You comforted.

“Movie night and cuddles?” Jin came back down with Yoongi and Namjoon. Namjoon had the baby monitor around his neck now in case Namwoo woke up.

“Let’s wait for Taehyung.” You smiled. Jin, Yoongi and Hoseok made snacks while the rest of you took out blankets to lay them out in front of the television. You picked the movie this time.

“Finally down.” Taehyung sighed and fell onto the space beside you, wrapping his arms around you. All the boys came to sit around you as the movie started.

You knew your family was only going to get bigger and it was going to get more chaotic and hectic but you were so happy that despite it all, the boys were always there to help you and all of you made sure to set aside time for your own relationship as husbands and wife.

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[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

So, I fell in a rabbit hole and listened to a bunch of interviews of Jer and my god💕💕💕

- when she saw Freddie at the Olympics ceremony and said she was so proud of him and that people screamed louder for him than for John Lennon

- when Freddie was playing music nonstop at home and she said she used to yell at him to go back to his studies and Kash quipped: "I think he did better, don't you?"

- "my son was not a rebel, but he'd always wanted to be a showman" is a very apt description of Freddie imo

- she said she always saw him as the same boy he's ever been, who used to tell jokes and make them laugh

- the Jimi Hendrix shirt😭😭😭😭

- Jer proudly showing off Freddie's baby photos 😭😭😭 (I wonder how Freddie would have felt about that😂😂😂)

- Freddie hiding the music he wrote under his pillow and then telling his mom absolutely not to throw it away: the most mom/son interaction ever 😂

- She said that even when he was ill he was worried if the media were bothering them :(

- I also stumbled across a very nasty article with a photo of Jer and Bomi leaving Garden Lodge from around the time Freddie died that said how ashamed of him, of his illness and of his sexuality they were which, even though they apparently never fully accepted him, is obviously untrue. It made me think of what Kash said about Bomi crying while reading articles about Freddie and wishing he could take Freddie's place 💔💔💔💔

Oh I love all of her interviews! I love the pride that would always be visible on her face whenever she talked about her son. I especially love the interview in which she showed off Freddie’s art (though the hosts were terrible - they dropped his art on the floor and didn’t even bother picking up the papers). And of course, her tales of teenage Freddie are so funny and amusing😂 She certainly had her hands full with two sassy kids.

I don’t think that she or Bomi ever accepted Freddie’s sexuality, but they were still his parents who suffered an unimaginable loss. My heart aches for her in the bit where she said that it hurts when she listens to Bohemian Rhapsody. And also the one where she said that she knew she was seeing her son for the last time. You know, when she visited him on the last Monday before his death. Oh god, that’s so painful to think about.

And yes, I know which photograph and article you’re talking about. The behaviour of the press was disgusting. Jer and Bomi had just lost their child, and the press was shoving a camera in their faces. Not to mention writing such vile articles about him in the press, de-humanising him completely. That is why I am so, so grateful to Brian and Roger for going on air merely a week after Freddie’s death to set the record straight. That was such an important thing to do at that time, and I am glad they did it. I am glad they reiterated the fact that Freddie was not a sexually depraved man, but a beautiful human being who was surrounded by love when he passed. That’s so much better than the stance so many other people in Freddie’s life took at the time (I think you know who I mean).

Anyway, that bit about Bomi and Kash was painful. I hope the articles they read weren’t too harsh or insulting. I mean, you don’t know with the press, but just for their sake, I hope they didn’t read any of the vileness that was printed at that time.

#asks #freddie mercury #jer bulsara #bomi bulsara

[lancelotscloak]

Colors I Have Known — MLQC Lucien's playlist 🦋

Note: I made this playlist last year, but never got the chance to share it (more like, I was afraid it wasn't good enough or I misinterpret Lucien's relationship with MC). But now I'm proud of the result and want you guys to have a listen too :)

Please enjoy it in order because I carefully chose the songs based on lyrics that describe his life before and after he met adult MC.

TRACKLIST:

Astronomical by SVRCINA

The endless of darkness is hovering The sound of the silence is deafening

Fine Again by Seether

It seems like every day's the same And I'm left to discover on my own It seems like everything is gray And there's no color to behold

They say it's over and I'm fine again, yeah Try to stay sober, feels like I'm dying here

Magic Man by Heart

Cold, late night so long ago When I was not so strong you know A pretty man came to me I never seen eyes so blue You know, I could not run away it seemed We'd seen each other in a dream Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me

Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put a Spell on You) by Aqualung

I've been watching your world from afar I've been trying to be where you are And I've been secretly falling apart Unseen

Kiss from a Rose by Seal

You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby? But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?

Trampoline by SHAED

I've been havin' dreams Jumpin' on a trampoline Flippin' in the air I never land, just float there As I'm looking up Suddenly the sky erupts Flames alight the trees Spread to fallin' leaves Now they're right upon me

Wait if I'm on fire How am I so deep in love? When I dream of dying I never feel so loved

Love or Confusion by Jimi Hendrix

Oh, my mind is so messed up Going round and round Must there be all these colours Without names, without sound, baby?

My heart burns with feeling, but I Open my mind, it's cold and reeling Is this love, baby, or is it confusion?

Cut by Plumb

If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don't want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside

I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I'm tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut

Neptune by Sleeping at Last

I'm only honest when it rains If I time it right, the thunder breaks

When I open my mouth I wanna tell you but I don't know how I'm only honest when it rains An open book, with a torn out page

I Found by Amber Run

And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want And I've moved further than I thought I could But I missed you more than I thought I would

Colorless by Copeland

She used to rely upon your shoulder For your compassion to enfold her For your colorless to calm her red To the bluest greens and clearest clears instead Now the deepest blushing of your lover's kiss Will live forever in your consciousness It was red like wine and bent your mind the same To the roar of gold that you could never tame

Now I can't see you Were we colorless anyway? Now I can't feel you

Try Again by Keane

Why would I wanna see you now? To fix it up, make it up somehow

Baby, I'll try again Try again Baby, I die every night Every time

What I was isn't what I am I'd change back But I don't know if I can

Listen on Spotify or YouTube

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[firetextskpop]

I saw your post that your taking request and I was wondering if you could do one with jimin and reader (she/her) she’s Latin and thinks jimin can’t compete with Latin men that’s she’s been with and he proves her wrong and I’m in with all kinks nothing is off limits for me I just want it smutty and rough please and thank you 💕💕

A/N: This took me a while and I apologize! I am not Latin or Hispanic so I can’t accurately write from that POV but I will try my best for you love ♥ please let me know if something isn’t right or culturally insensitive please let me know! I’m not perfect but I’m always open to learning.

Last Dance

The club was jumping off. There were more people than usual which concerned you but not too much. Your friends knew the people who ran the club so there was always going to be a spot for you. What they failed to tell you tonight was that a few members of BTS were coming to enjoy themselves. This sparked your interest a lot but you thought with all the people bombarding them, they’d never be interested or even see you so you proceeded on with your night. After about 2 hours of fun and a few drinks with your friends, the club was nearing closing time. Your favorite song came on and there was no way you were leaving before listening to and dancing to your favorite song. Not paying attention, you ground against the nearest person behind you. Quickly, their hands went to your hips to follow your dancing, and, to your surprise, they followed along really well. When you finally decide to turn around, you almost fell on the spot. Park Jimin was standing there with his signature smirk. “Hello there.” He says holding you, ensuring that you don't fall. “Hi there.” You respond, now able to hold yourself up a bit better. “You’re a really good dancer sweetheart. I can only wonder how good you are elsewhere.” Jimin bit his lip and now let you go backing up slightly. An eyebrow raised in your expression and you stepped closer to him. “I’m wonderful everywhere baby.” You mentioned poking in between his chest and his abs. “The real question is are you as good are you are everywhere else as you are dancing?” He chuckled. Suddenly you were face to face with him. “Oh darling, you just don’t know.”. Jimin hands you his phone and you add your number. “I’ll send you the address.” He says before winking at you and leaving with his fellow members. When you go back to your home, everything seems so surreal. You begin doubting that you even went out at that point. As you’re eating some food, your phone buzzes. It’s an LA number with an address to a house not too far. This was real. 

You freshened up a bit before heading over. Anxiety built up as you got closer to the destination. “Okay, Y/N, you got this.” You hyped yourself up before knocking on the door. Not even 10 seconds later, Jimin opened the door. When he seen you, he licked his plump lips then smirked. “Hey beautiful.” He said and took your hand. A blush spread across your cheeks. “Hi.” You followed him inside. After entering, he shut the door behind you and directed you from behind. “This place is so nice! I thought you might be at a hotel for more privacy.” You said as he directed you up to his room. “Well I would be but I decided to get an Airbnb to have a bit more room.” He said and sat you on his bed. “Did you want something to drink?” He asked with a glass of wine. “Sure.” You responded and gladly took the glass from him. He sipped his own wine and sat next to you. “So you’re good everywhere huh?” Jimin asked and chuckled. You chuckled with him. “Yep. Multitalented.” You winked. He bit his lip and slid his hand on the back of your neck and into your hair a bit. “Why don’t you show me these talents of yours.” You nodded and leaned in to kiss him. He completed the kiss and it was absolutely electric. Slowly, Jimin pushed you back. “I have to be honest with you Jimin.” A bit of concern washed over his face before you continued your sentence. “This is my first time being with someone that’s not Latin.” He now raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?” He asked and lifted your shirt a bit signaling for you to remove it. “Yeah and I’m not sure if you’ll come too close.” You teased him and bit your lip. He scoffed and poked his tongue in his cheek, then focused his attention to you again. “Let me show you what it’s like to be with Park Jimin.” He said and leaned down to kiss you again before moving down and kissing and sucking harshly on your neck. The moans leaving your throat were soft. He spanked your thigh which made you raise your hips a bit. Jimin grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his hip while roughly grinding against you. As he ground into you, he took off your shirt and to his pleasure, you did not have on a bra. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful” He groaned and began sucking harshly on your nipples. “Ji-” You gripped his hair roughly. Quickly he removed his shirt and proceeded kissing down your body. “Call me Daddy or Sir.” He said before ripping off your shorts. His index finger ran down your barely clothed slit and you tried shutting your legs on him. Jimin held down your legs with a bit of force. “No hiding now princess.” He states before kissing your core. His tongue followed your thong going upwards towards your stomach. “Daddy~” You moaned grabbing a fist full of his hair. Using his tongue, he pushed your panties over and began eating you out like you were his last meal. Anywhere his tongue could be, it was. He sucked on your clit every 3-4 licked and on your labia every 5 licks. When his tongue wasn’t running up and down your folds, it was inside of you as he fucked you with it. This had your legs trembling as he still held them down. All of your moans were heavy and you whined really loud. A big knot in your stomach settled. “Jimi-Sir I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out. “Cum.” He said going to lick at your clit quickly and thrust 2 fingers inside of you quickly as well. Your jaw dropped and you released on his fingers. When he cam back up to you, his mouth glistened and he looked you in the eyes while cleaning his fingers. Sitting up, you came to kiss him again and unbutton his pants. Once you were able to free him from his pants, you began to move down but he stopped you. “All fours.” He commanded. “But I wanna suck you.” Jimin proceeded to give you a stern look and you do as he asked. The sound of him taking off his pants made you shift a bit for some pleasure. His hand striked your butt. “No moving Y/N” He said positioning himself behind you. As he ran his dick in between your folds for you to feel every inch and every vein, you bit you lip. “Please fuck me Daddy.” You whined out. His dick tapped your clit a few times before he roughly thrust into you. Air filled your lungs and your front half collapsed onto the bed. “You’re already fucked out princess and I just started.” He chuckled while picking up the pace. “Who’s making you feel this good baby?” At this point you were unable to think of anything let alone form sentences. Ypu tried to respond but all that came out was a moan. He spanked you and your walls clenched around him. “Oh, you like that? You like me being rough?” Your head nodded. He spanked you harder and pulled out. A whine erupted from your throat from the emptiness. His hand came around and closed around your throat making sure to press on the sides. “Beg for it babygirl.” He said slowly applying a bit more pressure. “Please fuck me Daddy. I need you inside me so bad.” You begged. “Am I the best you’ve ever had?” The answer was yes but you weren’t ready to tell him yet so you look him in the eyes. He scoffed again before thrusting into you hard and stilling. “Answer me when I speak to you.” You bit your lip. “Bratty aren’t you?” Jimin grumbled before thrusting rougher and faster than before. Now, you were screaming. You and Jimin knew the poor neighbors definitely could hear. The orgasm built back up and you tried telling JImin but couldn’t. He could fell your walls squeezing against him. “Answer my question and you can cum baby.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear and running his free hand against your clit harsh and fast.. “YES JIMIN, YOURE THE BEST I’VE’ HAD!” You yell and squeeze his thick thighs. A sigh leaves his mouth and he tells you to cum. You did not have to be told twice. Every bit of energy you had left went into that orgasm and he held you. “Shit, that was hot.” He says still thrusting. You open your eyes to see both of your legs and bed sheets are wet. Your walls clenched again at the idea of you squirting. Jimin quickly pulled out and continued pumping as you fell onto the bed. He flicked his tip against your clit and came on your clit. Your body shook from the overstimulation. “You okay Y/N?” He asked picking you up and taking you to the bathroom to clean you up. You nodded and he set you on the toilet as he prepared you bath water. “I didn’t bring clothes.” You whispered. “It’s fine. You can borrow a shirt.” He said and smiled. Once the water was warm enough, he helped you get in and washed you up. Yeah, this was beyond real. Everything you could ask for and more.

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