#blasting one of the girls - the weeknd as we speak

[sookiesookie]

♪ riri williams music taste headcannons ♪

a/n: a lil sumn silly while I finish these two ffs in my drafts

key:

riri dialogue

shuri dialogue

reader dialogue

♪ listens to songs she can get high to (or feel high to, she mostly gets high socially rather than alone)

♫ on some cloud nine type things, Don Toliver, Travis Scott, A$AP Rocky, Childish Gambino, Kid Cudi

♫ but not limited to psychedelic indie or rock like Mac Demarco, Jimi Hendrix, TV Girl, Yves Tumor, Tame Impala, Men I Trust, that one Lil Yatchy album counts too ig lmao

♪ stem!riri? yeah she’s def on that Canadian Nigga Trio HEAVY (Drake, PND, The Weeknd)

♫ toxic stem!riri? Brent & Bryson in rotation

♪ gang gang w/ some Pierre Bourne, Lucki, Ken Carson, Young Nudy

♪ Smino and Baby Keem on lock

♪ she likes a lot of pluggnb/trap, especially the girls

♪ Bktherula her baby frrr

♪ she DID have an XXXTENTACION phase for about 2 years in middle school

♪ a huge rnb girlie ofc, with your SZA, Summer Walker, Jhené Aiko, Victoria Monet, Tinashe, Teyana Taylor, Ari Lennox things naturally

♪ HEAVY ON KEHLANI

♫ probably her top artist

♫ like she’ll kick your ass if you dare skip a song by her TOP ARTIST

♪ she hates Justin Timberlake because of Janet Jackson but she can’t deny his first two albums being in rotation

♫ she still rides for Janet Jackson OF COURSE though, that’s her queen

♪ definitely some 90s and 00s rnb, rap, and neo soul

♫ definitely some 90s and 00s rnb, rap, and neo soul when she’s up in it-

♪ speaking of neo, she’s on Neyo HEAVY

♪ goes hard for the rap girlies, Flo Milli, Ice Spice, Bree Runway, Rico Nasty, Monaleo, Megan The Stallion

♬ “DOECHIIIIIIIIII!”

♫ if there’s one thing about riri, it’s Doechii

♫ Spooky Coochie>>>

♪ COLE WORLD, a middle school favorite

♬ “Now put a finger in the sky if you want it nigga!”

♪ definitely on her Kendrick things too

♪ spotify user to the fullest

♪ fuck Sony headphones, she made her own lil’ bluetooth noise canceling headset with good bass to not only make sure she can listen to music but FEEL that shii 

♪ also she didn’t feel like paying $300+ for that so…

♪ she can’t ever listen to an album on shuffle, she feels it ruins the “cinematic experience”

♬ “I know you did NOT just skip that shit.”

♬ “Riri, it was literally an interlude.”

♬ “I said turn that shit back!”

♪ she’ll backhand slap you if you dare try it with a Weeknd album, that’s just an unspoken rule for her never to skip a Weeknd song in an album (a/n I may be projecting w/ this one lmao)

♪ is an avid playlist maker and has playlists for every single mood and activity

♬ “Tryna smoke? Lemme pull up this playlist i got-”

♬ “You goin’ to the store? Wait, lemme hook up my driving playlist-”

♬ “You having trouble studying? Hol’ on- I got this good playlist I use for when I'm doing my math homework!”

♬ “Okayyyy some chill rnb so far, Sade, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Alicia Keys… Rico Nasty, Bktherula, Destroy Lonely, Carti???

♬ “What? I tend to get pissed off about an hour in! Especially if it’s word problems!”

♪ she listens to both, but she keeps the “Cochise >>> Carti” opinion to herself

♪ Frank Ocean makes her tear up for no reason so she barely listens to him unless she’s in the mood to cry

♪ she was a Nicki fan… she still IS one, who you frontin’ on?

♬ “R-R-R-Roman!”

♪ honestly, she was on everybody part of Young Money, Bedrock was a moment in time

♪ she was definitely an Ariana Grande fan in middle school tho, don’t play with her

♫ she still gon’ blast her My Everything and Yours Truly albums in her garage, don’t get it twisted

♪ she was a 1D fan in elementary school but she’ll forever deny it happened

♫ she’ll blast Big Time Rush like a bitch though (Boyfriend is a hood classic)

♪ MINDLESS BEHAVIOR RIDER

♪ she still has their CDs stowed away in her garage somewhere

♪ (cannon) anime watcher on her jpop/jrock shii

♫ and we can’t forget the OSTs in her playlist

♫ Ouran High School host club outro>>>

♪ Lamp listener, definitely a comfort artist for her

♪ she fucks w/ Shuri’s kpop (cannon) stuff too though she’s not a fan

♫ she’ll shake ass to Kick It by NCT on the low, though

♪ she’s on plugging/trap so you know she definitely on her hyper pop shit too

♪ her top 10 artists: Kehlani, Lamp, J. Cole, Bktherula, Janet Jackson, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Mac Demarco, Victoria Monet, Doechii, Rico Nasty

a riri mix for realism:

#riri imagine #riri williams #riri black panther #Shuriri #riri x y/n #riri #headcanon #black panther wakanda forever #black panther #wlw #shuri #riri smut #riri fluff #riri wiliams x reader #shuri fanfic #shuri udaku #mcu shuri #mcu riri williams #dominique thorne #shuri imagine #shuri fluff #shuri black panther #Spotify

[dakotakazansky]

🎶let spotify predict your 2024!🎶

shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

Thank you @startrekfangirl2233 for the tag, this was really fun.

January: Villain-K/DA, Madison Beer, Kim Petras, League of Legends

Straight up villain, straight up villain Yeah, no feeling, yeah, no feeling I'm alive, but I'm dead Hear my voice up in your head Watch it fill you full of dread 'Til you go pow

February: Electric Touch(Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift ft. F.O.B.

I’ve got my money on things going badly, Got a history of stories ending sadly, Still hoping that the fire won’t burn me, Just one time, just one time All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

March: I Did Something Bad-Taylor Swift

I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming They say I did something bad Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good

April: Little Girl Gone- CHINCHILLA

Wow You're so fuckin' stupid Been a while since my head was this polluted Lucky I know my own worth … Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Run little girl, run little girl, bang, ha Say that again, I didn't quite hear ya Messed with the wrong bitch in the wrong era I been at work and I got my badge of honour Honey, I've changed so much since I last saw you

May: Last Night-Morgan Wallen

No way it was the last night that we break up I see your tail lights in the dust You call your momma, I call your bluff In the middle of the night, pull it right back up Yeah, my, my friends say, "Let her go" Your friends say, "What the hell?" I wouldn't trade your kind of love for nothin' else

June: Heartless-The Weeknd

'Cause I'm heartless And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless All this money and this pain got me heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless Said I'm heartless Tryna be a better man but I'm heartless Never be a wedding plan for the heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless (heartless)

July: Monsters-All Time Low ft. Demi Lovato and blackbear

Thinking about you, you're in my head Even without you, I still feel dead Why do I run back to you, like I don't mind if you fuck up my life? Dead, thinking about you, you're in my head Even without you, I still feel dead Why do I run back to you, like I don't mind if you fuck up my life?

August: My Type(Little Attitude)-Bryce Savage

And she's an earth sign, she likes wine Got me grounded like it's worth time, so fine She likes sippin' 'til the sunrise, all night She likes energy and sunlight and good times, uh And she dress in all black, she likes that I have an arm covered in all tats, we drive fast Listen to the songs from our past on full blast Never looking back, she likes that, oh, she likes that

September: Main Attraction-Jeremy Renner

Roaming through the city like the track of time The freedom is mine Riding the lines You know how I like it, yeah Pedal to the medal, I'm your soldier We can take it for miles And let it all wild Just how I like it

October: Hate Me-Ellie Goulding, Juice WRLD

Hate me, hate me, tell me how you hate me Tell me how I'm trash and you could easily replace me Tell me that I'm strung out, wasted on the daily Prolly 'cause there's no one around me numbin' all my pain Prolly 'cause there's no umbrella to shield me from all the rain Probably because you're the one playin' the mind games You hate me because I don't let you play no mind games They give me migraines and damage my brain Date me, break me, easily replace me Hopefully you see it clear, hopefully it's HD Bet you wonder why the last few months I've been spacey In your head, I sing

November: @ my worst- blackbear

Don't try to call, do not disturb, I do not want to speak This is the end, demons are friends, angels are enemies I'm just a fool, stuck in the past, your worst memories I'm not ready for you to forget me

December: Villain Era-Bryce Savage

She's in her villain era, chapstick on with dark mascara You better send a prayer up, hoping that she'll maybe spare ya She's in her villain era, chapstick on with dark mascara You better send a prayer up, hoping that she'll maybe spare ya (Spare ya)

Well Spotify really said we gonna be in the villain era.

No Pressure Tags: @desert-fern, @horseshoegirl, @thedroneranger, @roosterforme, @sarahsmi13s, @teacupsandtopgun, @cherrycola27

#tag game #Spotify 2024 prediction #about me #my on repeat playlist really said villain era #villain era for a year

[lilacsa]

# tokyo revengers + their fav music

i had too much fun w this.

warnings: chifuyu, & mitsuya’s are pretty suggestive, cursing, idk dude its just music characters: baji, kazutora, chifuyu, mikey, draken, emma, & mitsuya + bonus characters. au where everyone survives lmao

# baji keisuke artist: Ski Mask the Slump God, Gunna, Baby Keem

- We been knew that Baji’s a ski mask fan. He fw any loud trap artist. - Would really listen to anything loud and strictly only listens to music if its at full blast. - Never worn a pair of headphones in his life. - If he’s gonna play music, he’s making sure everyone’s listening. pissing off the neighbors n all that. He’d be deaf by the time he turned 16. - Definitely don’t get into Baji’s car if you have sensitive hearing. - He’s not giving you aux either. If it’s not his music, he’s not listening. - Firm believer of the “my car my music” rule. - Only has one playlist and its 148 hours long with 2,000+ songs. - Timeskip!Baji listens to a lot of Baby Keem. trademark usa is one of his favorite songs and DIE FOR MY BITCH is his favorite album. - “Trademark on that pussy, trademarking my brand-new bitch!”

# kazutora hanemiya artist: Playboi mf Carti

- He’s a vamp. Since day one. Diehard carti fan.  - Young kazu also listens to music on full blast, timeskip Kazu is more mindful. - Timeskip!Kazutora always brings airpods with him, anywhere. Listens to music while biking, at school, or while working his shift at Chifuyu’s pet shop - Kazutora and Chifuyu have a playlist they listen to while they clean up the pet shop after closing. - Definitely has the most versatile taste in music among toman, and is open to any kind of music. His favorite genre is probably alternative rap. - Listens to a lot of female rappers too, like Rico Nasty and 9ina. - Also low-key a barb.  - Is always trying to put his friends on new music and gets pissed if they don’t listen to the songs he recommended. - Would gladly make you a playlist if you asked <3.

# chifuyu matsuno artist: A$AP Rocky, Steve Lacy 

- Chifuyu x A$AP Rocky just makes sense. - Timeskip!Chifuyu cried to A$AP Rocky, fucked to A$AP Rocky, beat a bitch up to A$AP Rocky... - Middle school Chifuyu thought blasting music made him cool. He got it from Baji. - Chifuyu and baji would 100% be blasting F**cking Problems. - High school Chifuyu and Takemichi made playlists together. Kids Turned Out Fine was their song fr. - As he gets older, his taste expands. Jaden and Steve Lacy become some of his favorite artists.  - Chifuyu listens to Miss Del Rey too. Lana and Rocky’s break up had him contemplating if love was real. - He’s a sucker for love songs.  - Imagine riding in his BMW with the windows rolled down while listening to Groupie Love, you singing Lana’s part and him rapping to A$AP Rocky’s- - He also loves L$D and Sundress. Duh. - Chifuyu’s really open to any music, and will listen to anything you recommend him unless it’s country, he really hates country music. - Pilot!Chifuyu listens to music while in the airport or while in a taxi going to a hotel.

# manjiro sano artist: Ski Mask the Slump God, XXXTENTACION

- Middle school Mikey and Baji would blast Ski Mask when they were together, probably while lighting a car on fire or some other stupid shit. - Would def play it on full blast too. - Not even rap along, just listen to the sound of his eardrums breaking. - Baji would be shouting the lyrics though. - Take A Step Back was their song fr. - Timeskip!Mikey relates to xxxtentacion’s music on a spiritual level, you can’t try to tell me that the entire “?” album wasn’t about Mikey. - Especially Numb. - When x said “And every single year I'm drowning in my tears” he felt that.

# ken ryuguji artist: 21 Savage

- Growing up he would wear headphones to drown out the noise of prostitutes fucking outside of his bedroom save him. - Over the years it became a habit for him to play music while working or unwinding - He brings a speaker to the bike shop and plays music while he’s fixing bikes. - 21 Savage is definitely his favorite artist. i am > i was is his favorite project by him. - Doesn’t really rap along that much, just kind of mumbles and mouths the lyrics and adlibs its kind of hot. - 21 ends up being one of Inui’s favorite artist too, since he’s always hearing his music over the speakers whenever he’s working with Draken. - Wouldn’t dare tell anyone but Draken would listen to music by himself to cope with problems he didn’t feel like talking about - listened to ball w/o you after getting in a fight with Emma. Ken Wakui told me so.

# emma sano artist: Doja Cat, Rihanna, Miguel

- Loves Doja so much. Hot Pink and Planet Her are some of her favorite albums. - Bottom Bitch is her song fr! - Has always been a Rihanna fan too. Love on the Brain, Only Girl, Shut up and Drive, thats her shit. - As much as she loves Doja’s albums, Good Girl Gone Bad will forever be her favorite. - She also loves Shakira, Kali Uchis, and Miguel. Emma speaks spanish it’s cannon. - Emma has a whole playlist on songs that remind her of Draken. Can’t Remember to Forget You with Shakira and Rihanna is definitely on there. - She sings in the shower too. - “I rob and I kill to keep him with me I'll do anything for that boy...”

# mitsuya takashi artist: Brent Faiyaz, The Weeknd, Frank Ocean

- yeah he has a sex playlist. - Listens to a lot of r&b whenever he’s working, he’ll sing along if no ones around. - Has such a good voice too. Imagine him singing poison by Brent Faiyaz while making clothes in his workspace ohmygod- - The horniest taste in music. - Beauty Behind The Madness by The Weeknd is definitely his shit. - Also listens to Frank Ocean. Has 100% cried to Frank Ocean. Specifically Godspeed. Wouldn’t tell a soul that though. - If Self Control started playing, he’d pull you close and slow dance with you. what a gentleman - Have I mentioned Mitsuya’s godly voice yet?

# bonus! - Emma put Hina on her music and now Rihanna is also her favorite artist. - Takemichi Listens to Kanye West. Him and Naoto get into Kendrick vs Kanye arguments a lot. - Hina sings Rihanna’s part to All of the Lights while Takemichi raps Kanyes. - Same with Famous. - Sanzu’s weird ass has Beyoncé, NBA YB, and Bon Jovi all on the same playlist. - Hakkai and Mitsuya have essentially the same taste in music. - YUZHA IS A SZA FAN! SHE LOVES SZA! - I forgot to mention that Chifuyu listens to Bruno Mars too. - Kokonoi likes old-school rap. He listens to a lot of Three 6 Mafia and 50 cent. - Senju listens to Tay K. I won’t be taking criticism.  - nahoya loves Sosa. 

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #baji keisuke #kazutora hanemiya #chifuyu matsuno #ken ryuguji #emma sano #mitsuya takashi #baji headcanons #kazutora headcanons #chifuyu headcanons #draken headcanons #emma sano headcanons #mitsuya headcanons #i didn't proofread this #ignore my terrible grammer #cleo writes

[kuramapijama]

Hii! For that OC muse game 🎶 and 🎤 for Mikki and/or Ness? :O

Btw this is @matcha-narancia on my main! :D

🎶  What’s their music taste? Favorite artists/bands if they were in a modern verse?

"We love Salsa, Tejano, and some pop music! Hector Lavoe, Selena, Mariya Takeuchi are some of our favorites. My sister and I love to dance together. It's another sport we do so that's cool too!"

The twins always have salsa music blasting in their house, thanks to their mom. Later on when Ness becomes a mother, she does the same and sometimes annoys her family xD Mikki isn't as enthusiastic as her sister, but one thing they can always bond with is dancing. :')♡♡ As for modern times, I think they would like The Weeknd, Shakira,, maybe Joji? (Sorry I dont listen to new music tbh xD)

Ness belongs to @teapotcherry🍒❤

Hey Lavender!!💜💜🥺 thank you for sending me an ask aww this made me so happy! It's rare I get to speak about the twins, even though I love my girls very much❤ I hope you're having a good day love!♡♡

#jjba oc #jojo oc #jojo's bizarre adventure oc #mikki lai #ness lai #jojosona #stardust crusaders oc #piershoesz #sweet moots♡ #ah thank you so much<33

[ricksroaches]

Taehyung - Dysphoria ch. 4

pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N helps Taehyung out with a dilemma. Jungkook suspects Y/N of using harder drugs.

word count: 10k

warnings: cursing, drugs, brief mentions of sex, smut (fingering), shitty father, underage drinking,

Prev chapter

When Taehyung was little, he used to tell people that his daddy had a lot of friends. He would brag about how pretty the women were and how soft their hair looked. He wasn’t old enough to realize that wasn’t actually the case.

His entire life was an endless cycle of different women coming in and out of his life. His dad would have a new girlfriend and by the end of the month, she was replaced. No one stayed long, though sometimes he wished they did. The women were a lot nicer to him than his mom, whom his dad was still married to. She wasn’t toxic or anything, they just seemed more excited to see him. They’d coo over him and play with his little cheeks and tell him how handsome he was gonna grow up to be.

Over time, it slowly dawned on him that those women weren’t just friends. Once he made the connection, he quickly lost interest in their adoration. He learned to despise his dad for betraying his mom time and time again with no visible shame whatsoever. He’d sit back and watch the women come and go with cynical disgust, often making bets in his head on how long this one was gonna last.

By the time he turned 13, he couldn’t take it anymore. He spilled everything to his mom. She took it surprisingly well. She simply told him to pack a suitcase. They left before his dad came home from work. When he did, he was met by a dark, empty house, with his mom’s wedding ring sitting on the kitchen counter.

Taehyung never really learned to appreciate the emotional connection between two persons. It was safe to say none of his many relationships lasted longer than a month. The idea of being tied down to one person and one person only terrified him. It was suffocating.

He lost his virginity freshman year, and since then, he opted for hookups instead of relationships. Hookups were easy. One (or twice) and done, thanks, see you never. The last time he had actual romantic feelings for someone was in middle school. He doesn’t even remember her name now.

Back when him and his mom left his dad, they moved to a new neighborhood. It was shitty, but he didn’t mind. He knew his mom was trying her best.

It didn’t take him long to spot the raven haired boy working under the hood of a car in his patchy front yard while exploring the new streets. He walked over without giving it a second thought. He never had a problem with introductions or just talking to people in general, given he’d been talk to new people since he could speak. Hands in his pockets, he waltzed over to the boy who was adjusting different things inside the car that Tae had no clue about.

He damn near scared the poor boy to death, making him smash his head into the hood when he shot up. He was shy and almost neurotic, the only thing that distinguished him as a real human was the healthy glow of his skin. Probably from working under the sun a lot. But, all of that changed when Taehyung took an interest in the glossy black car he’d been hunched over and asked about it. His demeanor completely changed. His eyes brightened and his posture straightened in confidence when he talked about the car. It was his dad’s and they’d been fixing it up over the years to eventually give to him.

Yoongi was pretty much a closed book. He was a tough one to crack, but soon they became inseparable. When there wasn’t work to be done, they were together. Whether that be at each other’s houses or out driving. Taehyung was upfront about his daddy issues from the beginning, but as their friendship deepened over the years, Yoongi finally started letting on to what his home life was actually like. It wasn’t uncommon for his car to pull up outside Taehyung’s house unexpectedly asking for his company. His mom understood Yoongi’s situation and often let Taehyung go with him. Sometimes he’d come in the middle of the night, and Taehyung would leave a note on his pillow saying where he went for her. On the rare occasion that he wasn’t allowed to go, he’d walk to Yoongi’s house the next day to find that his car was still gone.

Although Taehyung was transparent about everything, there was one thing he didn’t dare tell him. Yoongi had a little sister, Jiwoo. He didn’t know the word for it, but he was pretty sure he was in love with her.

Jiwoo was different. Something about her stirred the butterflies in his stomach that had been lying dormant for years. She was just so cool, unlike the pick me girls he’d been accompanying himself with. She didn’t try to make her voice prettier or twirl her hair or do anything to attract attention to her. She was funny, smart, went along with his raunchy humor, and she had a face unlike any he’d seen. She just looked so different. As a stranger, she looked and acted like she could kill you without a second thought, but once you got to know her you found out she’s the most dependable person you’ll ever meet. Taehyung’s experience was no different.

[Starboy - The Weeknd]

The bass of the speakers pounded through the walls and mixed with the sounds of squeaking box springs. With a final string of grunts and curses, Taehyung stilled inside the girl he had crying out on all fours, his hands still gripping her hips. He slid out slowly, letting her get one last stroke before he left her empty. He peeled the condom off, tossed it into the trash can, and pulled up his sweatpants.

“That was awesome, Catherine.” He panted while pulling his shirt on.

“It’s…Caroline.”

“Oh, right. Caroline.” She rolled her eyes, slid her panties back up her legs and fixed her skirt. She walked past him and opened the door to the bedroom they’d commandeered.

“I’m getting a drink.” She didn’t leave him time to respond before disappearing down the hall. He just shrugged and ran a hand through his hair to put it back in place.

He skipped down the hall and bounced down the stairs two at a time. Grabbing a random cup from the kitchen counter, he took a swig and made his way into the depths of the dance floor that had formed in the living room. He let out an unrestrained howl that melded with the bass blasting through the speakers.

~~~

“Come on, Kook! We gotta go!” Y/N shouted from across her house.

“One second!” He called back before slipping into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and gently opened the medicine cabinet above the sink. He counted four unlabeled pill bottles filled with various tablets and capsules.

He prayed his suspicions were just him being paranoid. He tried to ignore it at first, but everytime he let it go, something else would happen that had him back obsessing again. He trusted Y/N more than he trusted himself, but when he saw the collection of blue powder on her nose one day coming out of the bathroom at school, he couldn’t take it anymore. He hated invading her privacy, but he had to know.

He took a pill from each bottle and pocketed them. Who knows, maybe they were just her old antidepressant prescriptions. He turned off the water and gave his reflection a last once over. His bright pink shirt popped against his usual black zip up and ripped black jeans. That wasn’t even the weirdest part of his outfit. His temples were dotted with pink, green and blue neon paint. Y/N had insisted. He fixed his hair and swung open the door before she could yell for him again.

~~~

Taehyung weaved through the crowd to reach the equally crowded kitchen. His phone buzzed in his pocket while he poured himself another hefty cup of Crown Royal and Coke.

N/N: We’re almost there

Me: I’ll be waiting~😘

N/N: 🖕

He smirked and slipped his phone back into his pocket. The black lights and fluorescent colors of everything they reached were the only light he had to read the labels of the plethora of bottles on the kitchen island. Normally, he didn’t get much into themed parties. Never really felt like spending the money to get an outfit or whatever to go along with everyone else. He could get into this one though. To the drugged out eye, the neon shapes of everyone’s bright clothes and face paint against the otherwise dark house was awe striking. Plus, he didn’t even have to buy anything. There was a table at the front door with bottles and bottles of glow in the dark paint for people to decorate whatever with. And by whatever, he meant whatever. Hand prints, splatters, and streaks spotted every surface of whatever poor guy’s house they took over.

[Pray For Me - The Weeknd]

“Are Y/N and Jungkook close?” Jimin yelled over the music. At some point in Taehyung’s mental monologue, he’d squeezed into the spot beside him at the island.

“Yeah, she just texted me and said they were close.” As if on cue, his favorite redhead stepped through the front door followed by his nerd holding her shirt. He climbed onto the counter and jumped over the other side to cut through the crowd. “THEY HAVE ARRIVED!!” He plowed into the pair and pulled them into a hug with one in each arm. Jungkook’s toes left the ground when Taehyung lifted them briefly.

“Really?” Y/N pointed at the pair of fluorescent blue and green hand prints on his chest.

“You’re just mad cuz you didn’t think of it first.” His face matched his shirt with blue and green commando stripes under his eyes. She rolled her eyes. Her lashes were painted blue which the black light made look like butterflies flying around her face everytime she blinked. Her cheeks were speckles with orange and red like a set of glow in the dark freckles. Small spatters of indigo on her lids gave the illusion of winged eyeliner and flowery sun rays sprouted from the outer corner of her eyes to her cheekbones.

“Hah. Sure, Dolly Parton.” Her fluorescent blue lips gave a sarcastic smile and pushed him out of the way to get to the makeshift bar. He clutched his ‘breasts’ in dramatic shock.

“Jungkook do you want a beer?” The boy broke his sweep of his surroundings to look at her.

“Uh, sure.” As she was fishing a can out of the freezer for him, someone took their place beside her and she could feel their gaze on her.

“Finally decided to show?”

“Please,” she pulled her head out of the freezer, two cans in hand, “I always sho- what the fuck.” Jimin was covered, head to toe, in paint. Splatters, hand marks, dots, spirals, streaks, everywhere. His hair was caked with pink and blue that popped against his freshly bleached hair. She could barely make out where his facial features were among the barrage of neon. He looked down at himself after her initial reaction.

“You like?”

“If I could look at you without shielding my eyes, yes. You look like you were in an orgy with Blue Man Group.” His angelic smile broke through the pigment, his white teeth glowing under the purple light.

“Who’s to say I wasn’t?”

“Please tell me you didn’t show up like this?” He laughed.

“No, dancing and jumping around a bunch of people throwing paint tends to have this kinda result.”

“Ah, you found Tinker Bell.” Tae came from behind and rested his elbow on Y/N’s head. Jimin pursed his lips at the nickname, glaring at the younger boy who was grinning like an idiot. Jungkook watched the ordeal from behind his beer. “Now,” Taehyung clapped his hands with a loud pop, “let’s party.”

[Element - Pop Smoke]

~#*%*{\*+

The crowd that formed chanted and pounded on the table as they watched Jimin and Tae race each other along a line of shots lined up for each of them. They pounded down shot after shot with almost inhuman speed. He was fast, but Jimin was faster by a single shot. He slammed the final glass onto the table and threw his fists up for the people hollering and cheering. “That’s how it's done!” He yelled to him over the chaos.

“You just got lucky!” He shouted back.

<€{*#{^*~|

“Ready?” Y/N turned to Hoseok and gave him a devilish smirk. His eyes were painted over with a massive rainbow that stretched temple to temple. Their heads lowered in unison and ripped the white lines perfectly cut on the mirror. The lighting of the room gave the powder an iridescent purple sheen. They fell back against the couch, their heads slack against the cushions. A second later, she’d been yanked up and dragged to the dancer floor by a hyper Hobi.

~]#£*#

Finally managing to escape the mob of dancing people, Y/N threw herself against a table to catch her breath and settle the dizziness that blurred her vision. She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” She looked up expecting Jungkook or Jimin, but was met by a guy she’d never seen before.

“Oh, no it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Do you need water or…?”

“No, no, I got it. It’s cool.” She breathed, holding up a shaky OK sign.

“I can take you upstairs to lay down if you want.” She was about to snap at him when a voice from behind made him jump.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, she’s crazy.” The voice leaned into his ear. “And so am I.” The biggest, cheekiest smile broke across her face. She could recognize that baritone grumble anywhere. She spun around to see Yoongi almost chest to chest with the guy, looking down his nose at him with a calm warning glare. Without a word, the guy dropped his head and slipped around his broad shoulder.

“My prince~” she mockingly swooned and wrapped her arms around his neck. A small smile pricked at his cat shaped lips. “I thought you weren’t coming?”

“Found out I don’t have work tomorrow. Decided to drop by.”

“Well sir,” she stuck her finger into his chest, “if you’re gonna be at this party then you have to look the part.”

~$@*#=

“Do I really have to do this?” Yoongi pouted while Y/N squirted various paints onto a paper plate.

“Yes.” She grabbed his chin and turned his face side to side. “Now stop bitching and hold still.”

$&-=<~

Yoongi was a surprisingly good test subject. He never flinched or blinked or turned his head when she spread the paint over his skin with her fingers. She wondered if this was even his first time having makeup put on him. “Okay…..done.” He opened his eyes and walked to the mirror hanging across the hallway. His eyes widened and he checked out his face from different angles. “What do you think?”

“I thought you were just gonna do cat whiskers. Shit….I look damn pretty.” Thin stripes of blue flowed under his eyes and tapered at his cheekbones, some running down his cheeks. Orange lines followed the natural contour of his face, highlighting the bridge of his nose, his jaw, under his brows, and the corners of his eyes. Streaks of blue and orange highlighted his black hair that was swept back to showcase his forehead.

“I kinda tried to make it like mine so we could match, but I don’t have my brushes with me.”

“Not quite.”

“Huh?” He turned from his reflection and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a firm kiss. He parted and checked the mirror again.

“Now we match.” He looked back at her with a corny smile. His lips were stamped dusty blue from her lipstick.

!$@-;)

Yoongi swiped the empty red cups off the table for Y/N to lay back on. He pushed her shirt up just below her bra and licked a stripe from above her belly button to her ribs. “Salt.” He held his hand behind him and Jimin slapped a tub of margarita salt into it. It was a wonder that he even considered Jimin’s idea. He sprinkled the crystals over the wet spot from his tongue and Jimin balanced a shot of tequila between her ribs. She tried her best to breathe evenly to not spill, but the people watching made it hard to focus. She thought this was just a shameless stunt. He was marking his territory.

“SHOT! SHOT! SHOT! SHOT!”

He placed a lime wedge between her teeth and moved back down the table to hover over her torso. Not wasting another second, he bent his head and licked up the salt, sending a shiver down her spine. With no hands, he picked up the shot in his mouth, knocked it back, and dropped it onto the table. He quickly bit the lime and sucked, some of the juice dribbling into her mouth. The room erupted when he leaned back and threw the tattered lime across the kitchen into the sink.

~}#+]€|£

Yoongi had been pulled away by a group of friends and Y/N took the opportunity to light up one of the joints she prerolled. She flicked her zippo and got a good burn going. Right before she could take a hit, Tae hopped over the back of the couch and plopped down. “Yoink!” He plucked it from her fingers and took a drag.

“You fucking whore.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He gave her scowl a wink and handed the joint back. She pulled on it til it was almost halfway burned before blowing out the thick cloud and sucking it through her nose. “Ou~ missy likes to show off. Two can play at that game.” He snatched it again but before he could exhibit his master skills, he heard his name being called. A girl was heading straight for him. And she didn’t look happy.

“Taehyung!”

“Ohhh shit.” She stopped in front of him and crossed her slim arms.

“You haven’t texted me back for over two months! What the hell?!” He shifted and threw his arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Sorry Kylie, but I’m currently in a loving relationship with this beautiful girl sitting next to me.” Her gaze snapped to the redhead with visible judgment. She stuttered to think of a rebuttal, and ended up just scoffing and storming off. Once she was out of sight, Y/N threw his arm off her.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What?” He threw his hands up in bewilderment, “Joon got to do it, why can’t I?”

“Joon had to. You just did it cuz it was convenient. God, I don’t see how you put up with those bitches.” She put the joint between her lips.

“Why would I care about her personality if I’m only there to fuck?” She choked on the smoke coming out and laughed aggressively.

“I’m gonna let that slide, for a minute. Ummm, why did you drive her away?”

“She wants me to ask her to homecoming.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Cuz I wanna ask someone else.” She crossed her legs and turned to him.

“Ouuu, spill.” He stilled and dropped his head to fiddle with his cuticles. That’s weird. She’d never seen him do that.

“It’s no one.”

“Obviously it’s not no one if you're going into retrograde just thinking about her.”

“I don’t know. I’m probably not even gonna ask her.”

“SPIT IT OUT YOU PUSSY!”

“JIWOO!” Works every time. It was silent for a long while. He finally met her eye and she lost it. Rolling on the ground cackling, tears of hysteria in her eyes.

“I’m serious.” She finally calmed down enough to crawl back on the couch.

“There’s no way I’m letting Taehyung Kim anywhere near my boyfriend’s, your best friend’s little sister.”

“I promise this isn’t how you think it is. I really do like her. Like for real.” Now she was intrigued. He explained to her how he stuttered whenever he tried to talk to her and the butterflies in his stomach just being near her. She listened as he went on and on about how different she was from all the other girls he’d experienced and how he didn’t know what to do with the foreign dejection of seeing her talking to other guys. “Please ask Yoongi about it? Please? If I ask, he'll kill me before I even have a chance to explain.” She stared at him for a moment, slowly nodding, lost in thought.

“Okay-”

“THANK Y-!”

“BUT! My one condition is that you have to prove to me you can be a proper gentleman. If you're gonna take her out, you’re gonna do it right. After a week, if I think you can pass for a decent date, I’ll talk to Yoongi.” He grabbed her face and planted a fast, hard kiss with a dramatic ‘mwah.’

“This is much appreciated.” Before she could form a reaction he jumped off the couch and darted away. A second later, Yoongi blew past the couch, chasing him around a table and out the back door like Tom and Jerry.

$?*\~

Finally managing to slip away from Y/N and the boys, Jungkook ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom. He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out the three pills he took from her cabinet. He examined the tablets in his palm, pulling knowledge from his doctor phase. White bar, 2 imprinted in the middle; alprazolam (Xanax). Oval, yellow, 100; sertraline (Zoloft). White, round, OP carved on one side and 10 on the other; oxycodone (Oxycontin).

His heart sank at the last one. The memory of her promise rammed into his mind.

“I’d never use pharms, are you kidding me? You think I wanna risk an OD and have to go to those dumbass AA meetings?”

“AA is Alcoholics Anonymous.”

“You know what the fuck I meant.”

He threw his head back against the wall he leaned on, tears pricking his eyes. “Goddammit, Y/N…”

He left the bathroom and stopped at the top of the stairs. From this vantage point, he could see Y/N and Hoseok cackling over a fresh set of lines. They could barely snort it correctly from their teary laughter. That was her third line of the night if his count was correct. His fists balled against his thighs. Hot, angry tears threatened to smear her work on his face. He wasn’t mad at her. He was mad at himself, because he knew he didn’t have the balls to confront her about it. He was witnessing his second mother heading down a path she probably wouldn’t be able to come back from, and he’s just letting it happen. All because couldn’t bring himself to contradict her.

$”@!-/

Y/N stumbled into a mirror to check her makeup. By now, her hair was a curly mass of rainbow and her makeup was covered under several layers of paint splatter. The song playing faded to an end. A series of pensive guitar plucks resonated through the large house, ending with a trill.

I caught it bad yesterday

You hit me with a call to your place

Her eyes blew wide and she hesitantly turned around. Yoongi stood not far behind her, dangerous eyes cut into her from under his brows. His lips curled into a lewd smirk. “Yoongi….” She warned, stepping back, “Yoongi, there’s people.” He could never control himself when this song was playing. It was like a trigger. He matched every step back with two steps forward. He snatched her up and plunged them into the crowd hyping up the song.

I’m not phased, only here to sin

If Eve ain’t in your garden you know that you can

His hands found her hips and yanked them to meet his waist. With one arm wrapped tight around her ribs, he ground into her to the beat of the already erotic song, making sure she felt his hard-on against her ass. Her center tingled at the memories of what he’s done to her with that song playing in the background. The hand that gripped her hips moved up her skirt and settled between her thighs. Her spine stiffened and she gripped his arm on her torso. “Wait-”

“Don’t worry, it’s dark and everyone’s too shit faced to notice.” With that, his middle finger found her clit through the thin material of her panties and rubbed harsh circles. The unexpected moan that slipped from her was muffled by the beat drop that shook the house.

Her nails dug into his skin, a feeble attempt to ward off her moans, when he moved the bridge of fabric aside and slipped two fingers in, the long digits sinking down to the last knuckle. “Shh…” He wasted no time picking up the pace. He pounded his fingers into her trembling figure in his arms, bending them to hit her g-spot he knew all too well over and over again. Her walls clenched around his fingers and he barely heard her strangled whine under the music.

Her body slumped against his chest and he retracted his fingers, bringing them to her lips. She obediently took them in her mouth and licked them clean. The taste of herself filled her mouth and he reached around to try. His lips pressed firmly against hers, wanting her to suffocate in his touch. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring and licking up the taste of her residue.

He finally parted, letting her breathe. Once she caught her breath and could stand on her own, she grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor. “What are you doing?” Her grip moved from his hand to his belt buckle while she pulled him up the stairs.

“Returning the favor.”

$ۥ#+=

Y/N bolted through the siding glass back door and threw her head over the rail of the deck. Yoongi caught up and held her hair back while her stomach purged itself of the crippling amounts of alcohol that plagued it. He smoothed her hair back with his hand to get every strand out of the way. “There you go, get it all out.” She coughed the last of it out and blindly reached for his arm. He slipped it under her hand for her to grip and she steadied herself upright.

“Can’t remember the last time that happened.” She chuckled. Jungkook came outside with a bottle of vodka which she swiped and brought to her lips.

“Ah!” Yoongi snatched it away. “What do you think you’re doing?” She cocked a brow.

“Drinking?”

“Y/N you’re not having anymore.”

“But-” he brought his finger up.

“No buts. You’re done.” She rolled her eyes.

“Can I at least have some to wash out my mouth?”

“Fine.”

-$@*=}

Yoongi sat in the passenger seat of his friend’s car with Y/N dozing in Jungkook’s lap across the backseat. “Thanks for the ride by the way, Downer. There was no way she was gonna get home on foot.” Downer was his friend that worked at the garage with him.

“No problem man. You know I gotchu.” He pulled into Jungkook’s driveway and unlocked his door. He was hesitant to leave.

“She’s gonna be okay. Right?” Yoongi twisted in his seat to face him.

“She’ll be fine, Kook. I’m gonna stay with her for the night to watch her.”

“Does this happen a lot or..?” Downer inquired.

“That’s none-”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi cut Jungkook’s attack off, “she parties hard, that’s all.” He addressed Downer. With a final glare, Jungkook lifted her head out of his lap, opened the door, and jumped out. He stopped by Yoongi’s rolled down window.

“Can you tell me when you get home?” A small smile played on the elders lips. He never got over how much Jungkook cared about her.

“I’ll text you when I have her in bed.” They waited for Jungkook to open his front door before Downer backed out of the driveway and followed the directions Yoongi gave him.

Y/N woke up in Yoongi’s arms, being carried through her apartment and set on the couch. She stirred and rubbed her paint smeared eyes. “When did we get home? I never said goodbye to the boys.”

“You said bye to Jimin and Tae. You were out when we dropped Jungkook off.”

“We?”

“Downer came and gave us a ride.”

“Oh.” He scooped her up again and took them into the bathroom. “Ugh, what are we doing now?”

“There’s no way I’m letting you get in that bed covered in this shit.” He chuckled.

“Okay well can you at least get my robe from my closet?” He set her down on the tile and disappeared into the adjacent room. He’d just flung the garment on his shoulder when the familiar guitar riff filled his ears. His pupils dilated and his head snapped to the source. Y/N leaned against the doorframe wrapped in a towel, her LEDs in the shower turned red, and MONTERO playing over her bathroom speaker. His breath hitched and he licked his lips when her towel dropped to the floor. Her eyes caught his with a frisky grin. He marched across the room, shedding his clothes and swiping her up before kicking the door shut, muffling her squeal. And any other sounds they were gonna be making.

~~~

Jungkook paced his room, trying to stay awake to make sure Y/N was in bed when he was. His heart leaped when his phone finally vibrated on his nightstand.

Yoongi: 1 attachment

He opened it and a small smile softened his mood. It was a picture of her head of damp curls poking just above the covers, back to the camera. She looked so peaceful. He never would’ve been able to guess that she was throwing her guts up not two hours ago.

Once he confirmed she was completely okay, his eyes finally let themselves droop. He dropped into bed and pulled the sheets under his chin. Lingering thoughts of the night’s discovery itched in his mind, but were engulfed by the powerful wave of sleep.

SATURDAY- 14 DAYS UNTIL HOMECOMING

Taehyung’s 1992 Foxbody peeled onto Y/N’s street and screeched to a stop in front of her apartment. He made beats on the horn until she came scrambling out and down the steps. She flung open the door and plopped into the passenger seat. “Wow, hasn’t been a minute and you already failed. That should be a new record for you.” He threw his hands up and let them dramatically fall on his lap.

“What did I do?!”

“The golden rule of making a girl like you: always open a door for her.”

“Every door?”

“Every door.” She glared. He huffed and threw the car in reverse.

“It’s a stupid rule. You’re not better than anyone else, you get your own damn door.”

~~~

The cherry red Mustang whipped into the parking lot of his favorite diner. Taehyung hopped out and jogged around to Y/N’s side to open her door. She gave him a look of approval and took his arm. Her eyebrows raised again when he reached ahead and opened the door for her, the little bell announcing them. “You're learning. There’s still hope.” The diner was small, only a few people sat at the bar. Latin music played from the kitchen, floating through the service window.

“Taehyung eres tu, mi cucarachito?”

“Sí, Señora!” A plump Latino woman popped out of the kitchen and made a beeline to him with her arms spread, spouting words of affection in Spanish. She clapped her hands on his cheeks and kissed each side with fervor.

“¿Qué te trae por aquí?” He turned and put his hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Estoy aqui con mi amiga.” The woman’s face brightened at the sight of the girl in his company.

“Ooohhh, esta bonita!” Tae eyed her hoodie and sweats but then focused on her peach lipped, freckled face. He smirked and leaned in.

“Más como guapa.” Her eyebrows furrowed and shot him a glare.

“Su nombre es Y/N.” The woman gasped.

“Hablas español?”

“Un poco.”

“Bien, sentáis donde quiere.”

Taehyung flopped into a booth in the very back and battled her gaze with a boxy grin. Señora Lopez, as she came to know, shouted from the kitchen. “Que quiere comer, flaco?” Taehyung eyed Y/N with a questioning look.

“Pancakes, bacon, and grits.” He threw his arm over the booth behind him and shouted.

“Uh, panqueques, tocino, sémola, y mi usual!”

“And chocolate milk.” She cut in.

“Y leche con chocolate!” He twisted back around, bouncing on the cushion.

“When were you gonna tell me you spoke Spanish?” He smiled.

“When were you gonna tell me?”

“What reason would a dumbass like you have to learn Spanish?”

“Cuz behind every language, is a whole new pool of hot chicks to talk to. And the ladies at this fine establishment give me free food.” She gave him a long look.

“I spoke too soon. You’re hopeless.”

“Hey, my Spanish and rugged good looks is what pays for your food. Show some respect.” She folded her arms.

“And I’m what stands between you and a date with Jiwoo. Show some respect.” He smirked and put his hands up.

“Fine. I eagerly await your wisdom.” He rested his head in his hands and gazed at her with mock anticipation. She rolled her eyes.

“There are eight lessons in the art of courting a woman. First lesson, compliments. Compliments mean a lot more to her than you think. When you see her, tell her she looks nice, not hot, nice. Mention a change in her hair or that her outfit compliments her eyes. Attention to detail. Women love that shit.”

“Why?”

“Because it lets us know that you at least pay attention to us enough to have a mental picture of us that doesn’t sound like a police sketch.”

“Fair enough.” She held two fingers up.

“Lesson two. If I determine you fit, when you pick her up, don’t fuckin text her ‘I’m here’ no. You get out, walk to her door, and you knock.”

“Like I didn’t know that.” She scoffed.

“You did it to me not half an hour ago.”

“Ahh, but I didn’t text you.”

“Yeah, instead you probably got me a noise complaint from everyone on the block.” A cute boxy smile spread over his face. Before she could say something, a waitress came by with their drinks.

“Leche con choco y coca.” She listed as she set the glasses down, respectively.

“What do I talk about in the car?” He asked once she left, hitting one end of his straw on the table to open it.

“Well, what do you usually talk about?” She tore the bit of paper with her teeth and pushed the wrapper down.

“I don’t know, memes, music, kdramas.” Her lips stopped right before she took a sip. A wicked smile sprouted.

“Kdramas?”

“Shut your mouth.” He pointed.

“…Anyway, just talk to her like you would normally. Just because she’s your date for the night doesn’t mean you have to be a whole new person. If she said yes to go with you, she’s expecting to go with you.” He couldn’t help the flutter in his stomach at the thought of her actually being interested in him.

“Lesson three. Corsage. Now, the corsage can make or break the look she may have been going for so make sure you go through her before you buy it. Don’t tell her to just pick it out and send it to you. Try to find something you think she’d actually like. Put in effort. Girls go crazy for that shit.

“Okay…I think I can do that.”

“You know what,” she added, “run your ideas by me before you send them cuz if you send her some butt ugly corsage she will lose respect or you.” His brows furrowed.

“What? Why?”

“We women have an inate sense of fashion. Men don’t. Straight ones at least. The idea that the person she’s interested in actually thought it looked good, she would definitely be more hesitant to let you pick anything out for her again. We can’t help it. It’s in our blood.”

“You girls are weird as hell.”

“Lesson four. The most important one of all DO. NOT. DITCH. HER. I don’t care if LeBron James is in the parking lot you make sure she has company before you leave her to do ANYTHING.”

“Anything?”

“Anything. If I see her standing alone I’m gonna find you.”

“And do what? You think you can scare me?”

“I can be intimidating if I want to.” She watched his face turn red trying to hold in his laughter, but ultimately failing. Tae beat the table with his fist to calm his cackling. She calmly moved their glasses to the side. His wrist was yanked and his body lurched over the table, his neck connecting with something cold. Y/N held Yoongi’s pocket knife in her hand and glared at him like she’d never seen him before in her life. “You don’t feel threatened even a little?”

“No.”

“Then what do you feel?”

“Horny.” He smirked and she threw his hand back across the table. She moved on, not giving him the satisfaction of her reaction.

“Lesson five. Be nice to her friends. Be engaged. Even if they’re annoying. It makes her feel better if she knows you enjoy the people she chooses to hang out with.”

“Fine.”

“Lesson six. Dancing. Please tell me you know how to dance with a girl.” He threw his hands behind his head and leaned into the booth.

“I’m a parallel dance master.”

“That’s not-….Ew. Moving on. You're gonna have to get someone else to teach you cuz I’m not.”

“Why not?”

“Yoongi would kill you.” He leaned back forward.

“He let me live for kissing you at the party last week but won’t if I dance with you?”

“He sees some things like slow dancing as more intimate than kissing.” He could give her that. Yoongi knew he didn’t mean anything by it. It was just Tae being Tae. The same waitress came back with their food and set it in front of them. Y/N immediately dug in.

“Whatever. Who am I supposed to get to teach me if not you?” He took the bun off his bacon cheeseburger and squirted ketchup onto it.

“Your mom.” She said while she poured syrup over the butter spread pancakes.

“Fuck that.” She laced her fingers together and held them to her lips, deep in thought.

“I bet Jimin could.”

“……..” It was her turn to smirk.

“You're thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.” He turned to look out the window and mumbled a barely audible, “I mean he’s a dancer.”

“I’ll do you the favor of asking him for you.”

“I can ask him myself.”

“You're gonna ask a dude to slow dance with you, multiple times, for long periods of time?” He folded his arms.

“I just might.”

“Okay..” She showed her palms. Respect.

“So what’s lesson seven?”

“Seven is getting ready to leave. Give her enough time to find her friends and say goodbye, but don’t make her feel like you're waiting on her.”

“Got it. And eight?”

“Saying goodbye. This is the most difficult and complex step of the night. When you get to her house, get out and walk her to the door. Tell her you had fun. By now, you’ve had all night to gauge her behavior to determine one of two actions. To kiss or not to kiss. That is the question. Wrong move and you can ruin her whole night.”

“How do I know if she wants me to kiss her?”

“Well, how do you know when to kiss any other girl?”

“I don’t. I just do.”

“Okay, well,” she pointed her finger in circles around him, “that needs to change…Fast.”

“You tell me then.”

“Every girl is different, but if one thing is true about every girl, we hint. It’s your job to catch those hints.”

“Like what.”

“She’ll find an excuse to get closer to you or touch you subtly. She’ll try to make herself seem more open and vulnerable.”

“Okay, well, what if I don’t catch anything and by the end of the night I still don’t know?”

“Well then you're as dense as I am high. Tell you what, as a last resort, if she looks at you like she’s watching a football game and her team’s about to touchdown, kiss her.”

“Interesting metaphor.”

“That was a simile.”

“Nerd.”

The pair finished their food and brainstormed over ideas for corsages. Most of which she shot down. It came time to leave and on the way out, Taehyung opened both the diner and car door for her, earning an approving nod. He repeated the action once they arrived at her place and walked her to her front door. “It was rough at first,” she said as she unlocked her door, “but you have potential. Just keep it up and you’ll do great.” She gave him an encouraging smile.

“Are you into football? Cuz you're lookin at me kinda funny over there.” The door shut in his face.

FRIDAY - 8 DAYS UNTIL HOMECOMING

The last bell finally rang and Y/N bolted out of her 7th hour. She made a beeline to her locker and fumbled with the combination. “So?” She screamed and whipped around. Taehyung was standing behind her with his hands stuffed in his sweats.

“So what?”

“Did I pass?” Oh. That. She couldn’t lie, he had improved significantly over the week. Not only did he follow every rule she gave him, but a few times she even caught him opening doors for Jiwoo herself. He was ready.

“Yes, and I talked to Yoongi at lunch.” His heart stopped, threatening to sink.

“And?”

“He said yes.” He let out a cry of relief and sweeped her into his arms. He hoisted her into the air and jumped up and down with uncontrollable joy.

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!”

“Yeah, yeah. Kiss my ass later, I'm trying to get home.” She grunted when he finally put her down, and she slammed her locker, shouldering her bag. “How’s the dancing with Jimin going?”

“It’s going good, but he’s so picky. ‘Smile more, look this way, hands off my ass.’ I don’t know what he wants from me.”

“I’m praying you know better than to do that with Jiwoo.” He patted his heart.

“No thanks, I choose life.”

“You better.”

Taehyung practically sped home and peeled into his driveway. He hopped out of the car, juggling his keys. The elation that put a bounce in his step vanished when he opened the front door. Standing at the kitchen table was his father. Anger singed his insides when he spoke. “Hey, son. I hope you don’t mind. I let myself in.”

“What do you want.” His dad sighed.

“Listen, I know you don’t really want to see me, but-”

“But what? What excuse could you possibly have for being here?”

“Taehyung, look around. This isn’t the place for a teenager to live. Your mother can’t give you the life you want here.”

“If this is your way of asking for custody, you can fuck off.” His dad slammed his fist on the wooden table.

“You will not speak to me that way! I may not be around but I’m still your father!”

“You lost that right the second you fucked someone that wasn’t Mom!” Taehyung’s bones trembled with every word he shouted. He’d never talked like this to his dad before.

“Would you listen to yourself?! You’re throwing this opportunity away! I can get you into a better school! Better job! Better home! All you have to do is live with me every other week!”

“I’D RATHER DIE IN A DRIVE BY HERE THAN LIVE WITH THE PERSON THAT USED HIS SON TO GET BITCHES!” He stormed back out the door and slammed it before he could hear what else his dad had to say.

The Mustang ripped down the street, cutting through the rain that had begun to pour. There was no way he was coming home that night, but he didn’t want to crash at anyone’s place. He needed to be alone. A sniff broke through the silence. Another. “No. No, no.” He shook his head as reluctant tears clouded his eyes. “Don’t you fucking cry, Taehyung. Don’t you fucking cry.”

He shoved open the door to the old house they’d made their hideout. He called out and to his relief, no one answered. A bottle and a half vodka later, he reached for his phone. The battery was at 7%. “Come on. Pick up, please.” He pleaded.

“Hello?”

“Jiwoo?” He tried to cover the crack in his voice but it was so obvious.

“Tae, are you okay? It’s like 11 and your car’s not in your driveway.”

“Y-yeah I’m f-ine.” He slurred

“Are you…drunk?”

“…..no.”

“You are. What happened?”

“My d-dad came home.” He’d told her enough in the past for her to know the weight of his words.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. What did he want?”

“He wants me to live with him.” She was quiet.

“You’re not going to…right?”

“No.”

“Well, that’s good. It’s not like they can make you-”

“Will you go to homecoming with me?”

Silence.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ask you like this and it’s not just cuz I’m drunk it’s the only way I’d have the courage to ask-”

“Yes.”

“…what?”

“I said yes. I want to go with you.”

“I….I don’t really know where to go from here. I never thought I’d get this far.” She giggled over the line, calming his nerves a little.

“How about you start with going to bed, and we can talk about it tomorrow?”

“Y-yeah….okay….uh, well, I’ll see you Monday I guess?”

“See you Monday.”

It’s funny how the things you want most in life also terrify you the most. You spend countless hours dreaming and obsessing over having what you want only to freeze up the moment the opportunity arises. All that time you spent acting out scenarios in your head only to find out you actually have no idea what the fuck your doing.

Taehyung was no different. It took him five whole minutes to knot his tie in the mirror. For the life of him, he couldn’t get his hands to stop shaking. He spritzed some cologne and checked himself in the bathroom mirror one last time. He was basically wearing the same thing as last year, save for the crimson tie to match the corsage he bought for Jiwoo. Red roses on a bed of black and white lace. What really caught his eye about it was the blackish tint at the edges of the petals that gave it a more gothic look which he thought she would like.

Grabbing his phone and wallet, he headed out the door to Yoongi’s down the street. They’d decided it was easier and cheaper to just take one car. He sat against his car, suit just as onyx as it’s paint job except for the emerald tie that ran down his chest. “You done preening, Romeo?”

“Shut up.” Yoongi snickered and circled around to the driver’s side. Taehyung eased into the passenger seat, being careful not to jostle the box of delicate flowers in his hand.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

~~~

Y/N finished the last touches on Jiwoo’s hair and walked her to the standing mirror in the corner of her room. “You look fucking amazing, Jiwoo.” The younger blushed. That was a first. Her normal cold demeanor replaced by a little girl nearly trembling with nerves. “Hey,” she turned her around to look her in the eyes, “you okay?”

“Yeah…I’ve just never been on a date before.” Her jaw dropped.

“What? Why?”

“Yoongi pretty much repels any guy who tries to talk to me. He doesn’t do it on purpose, they’re just scared of him.” Y/N chuckled and nodded.

“Yep, sounds like him. Anyway, you’ll be fine. You‘ve known Tae for years, so you have the hardest part out of the way. Now all you have to do is enjoy his company.” Jiwoo nodded slowly and smiled to herself.

“Yeah.”

~~~

The boys scaled the steps to Y/N’s front door. Yoongi knocked without a second thought, sending Taehyung into panic mode. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

~

“Just relax, you got this.” Y/N rubbed Jiwoo’s shoulders when she sprang at the knock on the door.

~

“She said yes. That’s all you should worry about.”

~

“There’s no way you can fuck it up that bad. I mean it’s Tae we’re talkin about.” She gave her one last squeeze before going to answer the door.

~

Yoongi’s heart stirred when the door opened, revealing Y/N’s satin emerald dress. She had white heels with a silver floral touch on the back and her hair was piled into a loose bun. A few front curls poked out, framing her face perfectly. She never ceased to leave him speechless.

“Hey, guys. Come in. Jin’s here to take pictures.”

They stepped inside and Yoongi let Taehyung get far enough ahead for him to pull her into him by the waist. “You look absolutely stunning.” He breathed into her ear, earning a giggle. She turned around and smoothed her hands up and down his lapel.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down into a quick kiss.

“I hate to break up your little thing, but I believe someone is missing here.” Taehyung sassed.

“Oh right.” She broke from Yoongi’s hold and turned to her room. “You can come out Jiwoo.” She chuckled. Slowly, her door inched open.

Taehyung swore he ripped a hole in his pocket lining with his nails. His jaw dropped and his eyes followed the skunk stripes of her hair, along the lace trim of her black dress, down her fishnet clad thighs, and ended at her knee high gladiator heels. He tried to say something. Anything. But nothing came out. He just stood there in utter astonishment.

He finally managed to say something when he saw her hand come up to nervously nurse her arm. “You look……you look…..I can’t think of a word bigger than beautiful right now but you're it.” She bit her gradient scarlet lips bashfully.

“Thank you.”

“Alright,” Jin clapped from the couch, “picture time.”

Yoongi cradled Y/N’s hand in his and he slipped the white rose corsage onto her wrist. She pinned the matching boutonnière on his lapel, all accompanied by encouraging remarks from Jin behind his camera. “Ohhh, hold it. Just like that.” They froze with her hand on his chest, showing off the identical flowers and his hand at her waist, the color of her dress and his tie an exact match.

A few flashes later, it was Taehyung’s turn. It felt like touching a hot stove when he held her hand to copy Yoongi’s actions. Jiwoo gasped when she saw the bundle of gothic petals he’d chosen for her. “I don’t know I thought you would like them cuz y’know you wear a lot of blac-”

“Shut up, I love it.” She beamed at it sitting on her wrist like it was an engagement ring. Y/N tapped her with his boutonnière in hand. “Thanks.” She took it and Tae watched her get closer, and closer, and closer, until they were a breath away from each other. He internally screamed the entire time her hands touched his chest to secure the red rose and baby’s breath to his jacket.

He made sure to keep his hand along her ribs respectfully while they posed for Jin. The biggest smile was plastered on both of their faces, neither of them realizing the other looked the same way.

Once Jin was finally happy with his photo shoot, he shooed them into Yoongi’s car and sent them on their way. “Bye children! Have fun!” He waved to them until the black car became a speck in the distance. He dropped his arm and sighed. “Dammit I love having kids.”

~~~

Taehyung’s training kicked in when the car pulled into a parking space, immediately getting out and jogging around to open Jiwoo’s door. She gladly took his hand to help herself out of the car without flashing anyone. Yoongi was at the passenger door doing the same thing.

“Hey guys?” Y/N asked once they regrouped around the hood. She had their attention. Reaching into the purse on her shoulder, she pulled out a cherry swisher blunt. “Wanna give this night some extra flavor?” They all eyed each other with mischievous looks.

~

Jiwoo gripped Taehyung, who was more than happy to offer, for support while they made their way into the massive school gymnasium. She wasn’t a lightweight by any means, but everytime she smoked with Yoongi or Y/N (or both), she’d get loaded trying to keep up. “Sorry…” she giggled, “you probably weren’t expecting to be used as a human walker were you?” A boxy smile broke through his fading nerves.

“Believe me, there’s no one else I’d rather carry around.” Her cheeks turned almost as red as her eyes were before they put in Visine back outside.

Music bumped through speakers placed around the gym. The center of the basketball court was swarming with kids dressed up just like them, having the time of their lives. He dramatically gasped when one of his favorite songs came on. “You wanna dance?” She hesitated.

“Oh, I don’t dance very much.”

“Oh no, no, no. That simply won’t do.” With that, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the pulsing crowd.

~~~

[Stay - Rihanna] (take ur time reading w this cuz the song runs longer than the scene)

The night went by in a euphoric blur. Taehyung remembered visiting with Hoseok and the others, but the only thing that had his full attention was Jiwoo. She was the only thing he would remember.

Things were beginning to slow down when a series of calming piano chords resonated through the room. He looked around at all the couples pairing up to slow dance, even spotting Y/N with her arms wrapped around Yoongi’s neck. He met Jiwoo’s eye and quirked his brow, holding out his hand. She hesitantly took it and inched closer to his chest, placing her free hand on his shoulder.

Their feet found a steady, synchronized rhythm, bodies swaying to the melancholy song.

“This may be the weed talking, but it feels like my life is complete right now.” She looked up at him.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been dreaming about this moment since the day I met you.” Oh, it was definitely the weed. He froze waiting for her response, which was taking an extra long time to come.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” She looked at her feet bashfully.

“Well then…..I guess this is the part where I say that….I like you too. A lot…like…a lot.”

Fuck weed. Fuck booze. Fuck molly. Fuck acid. The ecstasy that surged through his body was enough to have him set for life. The ultimate high. His grip around her waist tightened. “I’m gonna shut up now so I don’t ruin this.” She giggled.

“Me too.”

~~~

Y/N’s head rested on Yoongi’s chest, his heartbeat nearly lulling her to sleep. He gently rocked them in time with the music, his fingers toying with the silky fabric on her waist. The scent of coconut from her hair products filled his senses when he rested his chin on her head. The aroma mixed with her natural scent creating the intoxicating blend that had cemented itself in his memory. He’d spend all of his money on a candle that smelled the way she did. He couldn’t live without it.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?” The words were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to tell him everything, her strength buckling under the growing weight of her deception. The pills, the black outs, the nosebleeds. She wanted to tell him so bad.

“I-”

But she just couldn’t.

“…I love you.”

~~~

[Every Breath You Take]

Jungkook sat in the bleachers, rolling the small white pill between his fingers. Its edges had been worn down from the constant fidgeting. “Kookie?” His head snapped up, quickly pocketing his totem. Y/N was standing on the row of bleachers below him, a concerned look on her face. His stomach dropped anticipating her anger. “What are you doing all alone up here?” Phew.

“My date kinda left me. Apparently she just wanted to make her ex jealous. It’s not like I didn’t see it coming.” He fiddled with his fingers between his knees. She stared him down for a beat.

“Get up.”

“What?”

“I said get up. We’re dancing.” She grabbed his wrist and yanked him to his feet, locking her arm in his.

“I don’t really feel like it right now.”

“Of course you don’t, but I bet you wanna show that date of yours up, right?” He cracked a smile. That’s what she liked to see. “Now get your cute little ass on that floor and dance with the hot upperclassman.”

“Okay.”

She led him into the center of the gym for everyone to see and rested her forearms on his shoulders. His hands floated centimeters from her back and she had to take them and move them to her waist herself. His back stiffened at the foreign feeling. He’d never touched her there or in that way before. “Look around. Do you see her?” He scanned the crowd, and at the very edge, sitting at a table, he saw her. Scowl and all.

“Yeah.”

“Show me.”

“At the table by the punch. Red dress.” She swept over the room until her eyes settled on the girl that matched his description, making dead eye contact. Y/N shot her a shit eating grin and raised a manicured middle finger at her. The girl visibly scoffed and folded her arms, eyeing her emerald dress with jealousy.

“And that’s how you do it.” She turned back to see a surprised Jungkook. “Oh don’t give me that look, you know you liked it.” He couldn’t help the smile that bent the thin line that was his lips.

“That’s what she said.” Her mood soared when she finally had him an a good mood. She replaced her arms on his shoulders and they swayed to the old song that floated in the air.

“That’s more like it.” Their chuckles died down and he closed his eyes, focusing on the music.

They didn’t speak again for the rest of the song.

~~~

The night inevitably came to an end. Taehyung waited patiently while Jiwoo said goodbye to her friends. When she was finished, he offered her his arm and walked them out to the parking lot. Y/N and Yoongi were already waiting at the car, her heels in his hand and his jacket over her shoulders. “You two lovebirds ready yet?” He called out.

Taehyung flipped him off, to which Yoongi just chuckled and turned to help Y/N into the car and shut her door. Once again, monkey see, monkey do. He made sure Jiwoo was settled before gently shutting her door and bounding to the other side.

In a last minute decision, the four stopped at Taehyung’s diner to fill their stomachs that’d grown empty from dancing for hours. Señora Lopez absolutely lost it over Jiwoo. She pinched her cheeks and spouted words of adoration in Spanish while she inspected her.

Okay, now the night was over.

Yoongi dropped the pair off at him and Jiwoo’s house before speeding off to probably spend the night with Y/N.

Taehyung stopped and looked down at her on the minuscule porch. “I had a great time. I, uh, I hope you did too.”

“I did.” She smiled.

“So about what I said earlier, I really meant it. I don’t just wan-” She gripped his tie and yanked him into a firm kiss. So much for Y/N’s advice. He closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sensation.

So this is the feeling everyone talks about.

The only sound to be heard were the crickets chirping in the night. His hand found the back of her neck and pulled her in even closer.

She finally broke away for air, his lips following to try and close the gap. His eyes snapped open. Her breathing was heavy and the scarlet tint of her lips was smudged. They shared a brief laugh.

“Well…before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to ask if we could do this again sometime.” She moved a piece of hair that had fallen in her face, and he gingerly tucked it behind her ear.

“I’d love to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#bts #bts angst #bts x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #yoongi #taehyung #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader

[francoiserenaldt]

This playlist is for one of my ILITW MCs, Desirée Ashton. I hope you enjoy! Song explanations under the cut.

wings little mix

mama told me not to waste my life / she said spread your wings, my little butterfly

I wanted to kick off the playlist with this song because it’s the closest I could get to establishing who Desirée is as a person. People have talked shit about her all her life; growing up poor and black in an affluent, predominantly white neighborhood will do that to you, so this song represents how she manages to rise above it everyday.

omg little mix

i don’t even know / why they fall like dominoes

My girl is...not the best at relationships. She’s very stubborn when it comes to what she likes in a person, so she ends up in a lot of situations where people who don’t interest her in any way are attracted to her. It’s about as nightmarish as you’d expect. 

pray for me kendrick lamar ft. the weeknd

if i’m gon’ die for you / if i’m gon’ kill for you / then i spill this blood for you +

i fight the world / i fight you / i fight myself

This song represents Desirée’s relationship with her twin brother, Devon. Because he’s so much more emotionally fragile than she is, she’s constantly defending him from the community. She would happily die for him, but it wears on her constantly.

no tears left to cry ariana grande

right now, i’m in a state of mind / i wanna be in, like all the time

Her emotional state is a series of high highs and low lows because she’s always going through some shit, so it’s really an occasion when she’s feeling good. 

scrolling adrianxpression

i’m looking in the mirror to make me reconsider / but the hole that’s in my heart / it just keeps on getting bigger

This one is her when her anxiety acts up. 

i was here beyonce

i gave my all / did my best / brought someone some happiness

Desirée gives a lot of herself to the people she lets in, which is why it hurts when no one mourns her.

elastic heart sia

I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart / but your blade might be too sharp +

you won’t see me fall apart / cuz i’ve got an elastic heart

elastic bali baby

fucked it up, made it back / it’s elastic +

i wanna go off / yes, i know it is tempting

Her resilience through everything she’s gone through takes its toll on her patience, so when it’s gone...let’s just say you don’t want to be the one she’s mad at.

successful ariana grande

it feels so good to be so young and have this fun and be successful / i’m so successful

Before her family got rich, she had a borderline unhealthy obsession with working hard because her parents engrained it in her mind (“work or die” and “go to school or die in poverty” type stuff) so this is sort of her enjoying the product of all of her work in addition to the money she has now.

icy girl saweetie

i don’t got time for these hoes / speaking on my name like i’m someone that they know

This is her attitude toward naysayers as an adult (think ILB age). In Wings, she was bothered by the things people said about her. Now, she’s mostly dismissive unless they really cross a line.

bartier cardi cardi b

cardi took your man, you upset / cardi got rich, they upset, yeah

Self explanatory.

joan of arc little mix

i don’t need a man / if i’m lovin’ you, it’s ‘cause i can / i don’t want your cash / i put my own rock on my hand

As someone who’s been on both sides of the class spectrum, she’s pretty knowledgeable about the power of money and what it does to people. Knowing that information has made her really cagey about who she lets herself depend on. 

home with you madison beer

you do what you wanna, wanna do / but i’m not going home with you, home with you

7 rings ariana grande

been through some bad shit, i should be a sad bitch / who would’ve thought it’d turn me to a savage?

pop shit molly brazy

fuck all that squashing that beef / bitch you know there ain’t know ending that

Desirée holds a mean grudge. Nuff said.

one woman army porcelain black

i’m on the battlefield like oh my god / knocking soldiers down like house of cards

This could be taken literally or metaphorically depending on how you look at it.

vroom vroom charli xcx

all my friends are princesses, we keep it whipped and creamy / ice cubes on our tongues because we like to keep it freezy

I included this song because I could see her blasting this in the car (when she eventually gets one) while driving with the other girls in the cast. 

cocky af megan thee stallion

cocky as fuck and my friends cocky too / if you got beef with me, they got it too

6 inch beyonce

she fights for the power, keeping time / she grinds from monday to friday / work from friday to sunday

Desirée is a huge fan of throwing herself into her work when she’s dealing with other problems. She kind of...spirals when she doesn’t have a project to focus on and I thought this song was a good representative of that. Also there is no such thing as too much Beyonce. 

i don’t feel anymore kahlen barry

want you to think about / everything you’re leaving behind / walk out that door, i promise i won’t cry / because i can’t cry / i don’t feel anymore

She takes betrayal hard. Yeah, no one takes betrayal well, but she becomes a different person when she’s been screwed over by someone she let in.

love is blindness jack white

love is blindness / i don’t wanna see / why don’t you wrap the knife / around me

This is her view of her parent’s relationship. Without getting too much into it, they’re an example of everything she doesn’t want for her future partnerships.

ball w/o you 21 savage

you was my rock, heavy metal / now you ain’t shit to me +

gave you my all / you was my dawg

This is the song about Noah Marshall, plain and simple. 

teeth 5sos

you turn into somebody i don’t know / and you push me away, push me away yeah

Desirée can be two completely different people when she hates them.

fashion killa asap rocky

i love your linda farrow / i adore your dior +

smiling is your treasure, you’re so well put together

Desiree is very into fashion and dressing well, so the new money gives her a chance to really show out.

not friendly flo milli

ain’t no competition to me / girl, i always seem to win / when i’m done wit ha / i bet she won’t try that shit again

Desirée does not put up with anything that harms her or her loved ones. Period.

girls in the hood megan thee stallion

because the girls in the hood are always hard / ever since 16, i been having a job / knowing nothing in life / but i gotta get rich / you can check the throwback pics / i been that bitch +

these bitches mad mad / they wanna hurt me

Self-explanatory.

If you read all that, I love you. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a good day!

#ilaweek #mc: desiree ashton #ilitw #day 1 #my tunes

[thatmiddle]

Top 10 Albums that Shaped my Existence

How do I put this lightly, I believe listening to music matters as much as breathing. I know that is hyperbolic, but I don’t care. It can fuel your soul in a similar way that air fuels your body to move. It brings to life moments, places, and people. That’s probably why if you listen closely music is everywhere. It’s in the steel drums at Union subway station or the clarinet player at Yonge and Dundas Square. It’s is found from a broken guitar with unclipped strings in Kensington Market to a radio blasting out of an open window. It’s heard from the lake on a cool breezy summer night. It’s made by the leaves in the trees and the creatures roaming its branches. Music is inescapable.

Music is also a lot cheaper than therapy and for most, it is incredibly accessible. In saying that I do not mean to conflate therapy to music, but I do think there is a healing power to songs. This form of artistic expression has been with me during my brightest minutes and my darkest hours. I have relied on it like Aladdin did his magic carpet; it lift me up and took me to places I never thought I’d ever go. All I have to do was turn it on, tune in and drop out, as some would say.

During this pandemic I have leaned heavily into music, it is the perfect socially distanced escape. During this time that I have also gone back to old albums and reflected on how they influenced me and shape who I am today.

In Rainbows - Radiohead

If I had owned this album in an analogue form I would have destroyed it by overplaying it in my Discman. Radiohead is a wonderful band that have made wonderful albums but for some reason, this is the particular one I return to. To me, In Rainbows is the music I heard when I realized that I wanted to take my life in a different more creative direction than that of my peers. In Rainbows is the album I heard on carpool rides to Shakespeare Camp as a young girl. In Rainbows is what played in my head the first time I walked into Kensington Market as a young naive suburban girl. The music is so diverse with its sound but creates a distinctly modern tone. I find the music runs like a stream and cascades into fountains of sound I never expected. All the songs are beautiful but my favourite from the album has always been House of Cards.

Brothers - The Black Keys

If In Rainbows was an early marker of my youth, Brothers by The Black Keys established my teenage self and heavily moulded how I carried myself into my early twenties. With the raunchy guitar, hard drums and vocals somewhere between garage rock and blues, this album stimulated every part of my life. It is one of those albums that upon listening to the first fifteen seconds of the opening track Everlasting Light, I am immediately taken back to driving around in Toronto suburbs and getting into trouble. This album started my ongoing obsession with The Black Keys. Fun fact I named my first Tumblr blog off of a misreading a song lyric in the track The Only One, which also happens to be one of my favourite tracks on the album. I’ve tried to see The Black Keys live twice and both times I was unable to attend the concert. One day I will see them.

Revolver - The Beatles

There are a lot of Beatles albums I love and I wouldn’t say this is my favourite of theirs, but it is I would argue its one of their more underrated albums. From what I have gathered about Beatles fans (having been one since I was six years old), this choice isn’t mutually exclusive. It does however seem that established fans love either Rubber Soul or Revolver. For me, I choose the latter. This album is very experimental for the band as they were still coming out of their admired boy band era. I came to this album as a young girl whenever I played with my toys in the living room of my childhood home. I always heard a Beatles album playing in the background and when Revolver came on I was elated. My toys went on new adventures, met new people and told new stories. The Beatles have always brought out the creativity in me and I’m very grateful for that. Check out the song I’m Only Sleeping, it’s so meditative and my most replayed track.

Man on the Moon: The End of Day - Kid Cudi

I wasn’t in a good place when I was fortunate enough to be introduced to this album as being a teenager can be an incredibly difficult experience. Yet upon hearing this album I was pleasantly surprised, I never expected to find that catharsis in a young American rapper named Kid Cudi. I always liked some rap and hip-hip songs (don’t ever get me started on the importance of Sean Paul), but foolishly enough I never gave a full album or artist the chance. Man on the Moon found me at the right moment. This album’s production is so complex and crosses genres in ways I never expected; it leaves me wanting more every time. Kid Cudi hip-hop is different, Kid Cudi hip-hop goes deep and feels it. While Day ‘N’ Nite is one of the most recognizable songs on the album don’t sleep on Heart of a Lion, it’s beautiful.

For Emma, Forever Ago - Bon Iver

Like many teens in the mid-2000s, I made a Tumblr account. It was a great place filled with hormone-induced rage posts, images of skinny girls ripped from the website We Heart It, and boundless creativity. As a previous webpage creator hailing from the Geocities days, site creation was not new to me. I took up a URL and got to work. During this time I leaned deeper into the ‘indie girl’ aesthetic, which is where I found Bon Iver. Bon Iver’s music is soft and melodic and his guitar strums could whisk you away on a cloud. For Emma, Forever Ago was the soundtrack to the version of me who longed for combat boots, a-line skirts from American Apparel, and a cute hipster boyfriend to take me away from all my problems. I never got everything I wanted, but I was always able to sit in deep thought and listen to this album and for that, I’m incredibly grateful. The Wolves (Act I and II) is one of my favourite tracks off the album, I love the crescendo towards the end of the song it makes me want to release any bad feelings I have through some strong movement.

Is this it - The Strokes

I don’t remember when I first heard this album, I just know it was an unofficial anthem to my early twenties. Was it playing at that frat party? Or maybe it was at the live show in that bar one time. Is This It is the perfect album for starting out in a new place with dreams and about $20 to your name. This album is made for people entering young adulthood making mistakes and living for the moment. Garage rock is such an underrated genre, but perhaps that’s the suburban girl in me speaking. I want to dance every time I hear a track of this perfectly crafted experience. I hear those guitar riffs and I am taken back to running through Toronto at midnight with friends. Is This It is unapologetic and an outstanding debut album for The Strokes and cemented their status as indie rock legends, I don’t care what anyone says. There are a lot of amazing songs to recommend but I will try and spice things up. Last Nite and the title track Is This It are obvious choices but the bop you need to listen to is Someday.

Wish you were here - Pink Floyd

Everyone has to listen to Pink Floyd in university otherwise they never went…right? Pink Floyd always felt like a right of passage that I would eventually reach although I did cheat and wear a Dark Side of The Moon cropped t-shirt I got from HMV in high school just to seem cool. It wasn’t until first-year university I fell in love with the song Wish You Were Here. I’m sure I was just feeling nostalgic after moving out of my suburban bubble and into the big city for the first time. Nevertheless, after annoying my new roommates by listening to that song on repeat in my bedroom I decided to give the rest of the album a shot and immediately fell in l love. It is a short ride but an emotional journey. I thought I had felt everything I needed to feel at 21, then I heard Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Pts 1-5). If you were living under a rock and haven’t heard this album I recommend it. And do check out that track.

good kid m.A.A.d city - Kendrick Lamar

Swimming Pools was everywhere in 2012, it was synonymous with the nightlife which was surprising given its lyrics. Good kid MAAD city takes the ideas explored in Swimming Pools and expands them into a full universe. As soon as I turned on the first song I felt like I had been lifted from my cold Canadian home and into the chaotic Compton of Kendrick Lamar’s universe. This concept album has such depth I feel I learnt more than I would have ever expected. I love the way the album weaves recorded scenes with various characters and the music, it creates such a vivid picture as you listen through the whole piece. I felt deep sympathy towards the struggles told on the record in ways I never thought I would. Good kid m.A.A.d city is a great ride from start to finish without ever skipping a single track, but if you had to speed up to a gem I highly recommend the track Money Trees.

channel Orange - Frank Ocean

I was originally introduced to Frank Ocean through his work with Odd Future or as I proudly scribbled everywhere, OFWGKTA. Frank Ocean was always the quiet R&B guy from the group that I never thought I would have known much about but early 2013 rolled around all that changed. An old friend of mine had pointed me in the direction of new work by the musician and I ran towards the sound immediately. Frank’s voice is mesmerizing and he mixes sounds in ways I would never expect. His lyrics are dark and deep. This album got me through a lot of mixed emotions I started to experience as I worked my way through my undergrad. Frank understood what it meant to feel and I connected deeply with that. Pink Matter was the soundtrack to my life, I listened to it on repeat doing just about every task I could imagine.

House of Balloons - The Weeknd

I remember Toronto the year that The Weeknd released his first mixtapes. He was just an enigma floating through the city, no one could pin him down. I am one hundred percent one of the people who got their hands on the YouTube videos early and saved them immediately to my accounts. I wanted more and I didn’t know why. He captured a sound that still exists here today, it was dark and full of mystery. As soon as I got my hands on the first mixtape I popped that baby into my iPod and played it so much practically the full album made it to my ‘Top 25 Playlist’ on the device. I am obsessed with The Weeknd’s voice and as someone from Etobicoke, I am even more obsessed with the fact that he’s from Scarborough. He sounds like home to me and I will never be able to let that go. When I play this album (which is at least once every year I’ll have you know), I feel sure about who I am and where I come from. It’s not an explicit attitude to being from Toronto, but rather a feeling that you can carry throughout everything you do. The Weeknd carries that on a world stage and I am proud to say he is a Toronto native. Every song on the album is amazing and I say listen to them all, but do make sure you pay special attention to Loft Music. Nothing spells nightlife in Toronto more than at least one party in a condo or loft by Lake Ontario. I was actually asked to go to a late-night loft party by a random man at a Chinese restaurant one time so I can vouch for this happening in the city. Clearly, Abel knew what he was talking about.

Music is one of the most important things in my life. It is like a fuel I use to keep my motor moving. I find it anywhere and everywhere. I rely on it so much it has been the godsend I didn’t realize I needed during a pandemic. I think I am starting to understand why movies from the 1930s were so much about escapism; drifting off into another world during a difficult time can feel like magic.

What are 10 albums that shaped who you are? Let me know in the comments.

#toronto #Union Station #Kensington Market #Yonge and Dundas #music #Aladdin #pandemic #covid 19 #radiohead #in rainbows #brothers #the black keys #tighten up #revolver #the beatles #rubber soul #Kid Cudi #man on the moon: the end of day #bon iver #for emma #for emma forever ago #is this it #the strokes #wish you were here #pink floyd #kendrick lamar #good kid maad city #good kid m.a.a.d city #channel orange #frank ocean

[taylorswifthongkong]

Plus, the set's "The 1" & "Exile" open in the Hot 100's top 10.

Taylor Swift's "Cardigan" blasts in at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 songs chart.

The song is from Swift's new LP Folklore, which launches at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 albums chart, as Swift becomes the first artist ever to debut at No. 1 on both the Hot 100 and Billboard 200 in the same week.

Folklore was released July 24 on Republic Records, after being first teased by Swift only the day before.

"Cardigan" is joined by two other songs from the set that debut in the Hot 100's top 10: "The 1," at No. 4, and "Exile," featuring Bon Iver, at No. 6.

Plus, Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo's "Savage Love (Laxed – Siren Beat)" enters the Hot 100's top 10, rising 12-10.

Let's run down the top 10 of the newest Hot 100, which blends all-genre U.S. streaming, radio airplay and sales data. All charts (dated Aug. 8) will update on Billboard.com tomorrow (Aug. 4).

"Cardigan," the 1,106th No. 1 in the Hot 100's 62-year history, enters with 34 million U.S. streams and 71,000 downloads sold in the week ending July 30, according to Nielsen Music/MRC Data. It concurrently debuts atop both the Streaming Songs and Digital Song Sales charts.

The song also drew 12.7 million in all-format radio airplay audience in the week ending Aug. 2.

Here are 13 (famously Swift's favorite number) notable achievements surrounding the chart arrival of Folklore and its songs.

First artist ever to debut atop Hot 100 & Billboard 200 simultaneously: With "Cardigan" and Folklore, Swift is the first artist to debut at No. 1 on the Hot 100 and Billboard 200 in the same week. The Billboard 200 began on March 24, 1956, and the Hot 100 originated on Aug. 4, 1958.

41st song to debut at No. 1 on Hot 100: "Cardigan" is the 41st song to debut at No. 1 on the Hot 100. It's Swift's second, after "Shake It Off" on the chart dated Sept. 6, 2014.

Swift is the seventh artist with multiple No. 1 Hot 100 entrances, joining Justin Bieber, Mariah Carey, Drake, Ariana Grande (the leaders with three each), Travis Scott and Britney Spears (two each).

Meanwhile, "Cardigan" is the sixth song to debut atop the Hot 100 in 2020, extending the record for the most in a single year. Four songs each started at No. 1 in both 2018 and 1995.

Swift's sixth No. 1: Swift scores her sixth Hot 100 leader. Here's a recap:

"We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together," three weeks, beginning Sept. 1, 2012 "Shake It Off," four weeks, beginning Sept. 6, 2014 "Blank Space," seven weeks, beginning Nov. 29, 2014 "Bad Blood," feat. Kendrick Lamar, one week, June 6, 2015 "Look What You Made Me Do," three weeks, beginning Sept. 16, 2017 "Cardigan," one week to-date, Aug. 8, 2020

Swift is the 26th artist in the Hot 100's history with at least six No. 1s, and the ninth solo woman. The Beatles lead all acts with 20 No. 1s, followed by Carey with 19.

First woman to debut two songs in top five simultaneously: With "Cardigan" at No. 1 and "The 1" at No. 4, Swift is the first woman, and third act overall, to debut two songs in the Hot 100's top five simultaneously.

Lil Wayne first earned the honor with "Mona Lisa," featuring Kendrick Lamar (No. 2), and "Don't Cry," featuring XXXTentacion (No. 5), on Oct. 13, 2018. Just two weeks ago, on the July 25 chart, the late Juice WRLD entered at Nos. 2 and 5, respectively, with "Come & Go," with Marshmello, and "Wishing Well."

Swift is, thus, the first artist to debut two songs in the Hot 100's top four spots simultaneously.

Three debuts in top 10: As "Cardigan," "The 1" and "Exile" arrive at Nos. 1, 4 and 6, respectively, Swift debuts three songs in the Hot 100's top 10 simultaneously for the first time. She's the sixth artist to accomplish the feat, following Drake (July 14, 2018), Lil Wayne (Oct. 13, 2018) and Juice WRLD (July 25), who share the record with four debuts each in the top 10 simultaneously, and J. Cole (May 5, 2018) and Lil Uzi Vert (March 21, 2020), each with three.

Further, Swift is the first artist to debut three songs in the Hot 100's top six spots in a single week.

Swift up to 28 career top 10s, tied for sixth-most: Swift swells her count of career Hot 100 top 10s from 25 to 28, tying Mariah Carey and Stevie Wonder for the sixth-best sum.

Here is a recap of the acts with the most Hot 100 top 10s, dating to the chart's Aug. 4, 1958, inception (two years after Elvis Presley's commercial breakthrough):

Most Hot 100 Top 10s 40, Drake 38, Madonna 34, The Beatles 31, Rihanna 30, Michael Jackson 28, Mariah Carey 28, Taylor Swift 28, Stevie Wonder 27, Elton John 27, Janet Jackson 25, Lil Wayne 25, Elvis Presley

18 career top 10 debuts: Swift extends her record among women for the most debuts in the Hot 100's top 10, as her three new arrivals lift her total to 18. Among all acts, only Drake has more: 25.

16 songs from Folklore hit Hot 100: Swift sends the entirety of the standard edition of Folklore onto the Hot 100, as its 16 songs enter the chart, from "Cardigan" at No. 1 to album closer "Hoax" at No. 71.

Folklore is Swift's second consecutive album whose standard version has fully infused the Hot 100: 18 songs from Lover, which soared in atop the Billboard 200 dated Sept. 7, 2019, charted on the Hot 100 the same week.

Swift passes Nicki Minaj for most Hot 100 entries among women: Swift surges from 97 career Hot 100 entries to 113, passing Nicki Minaj (110) for the most among women.

Swift also becomes the 10th act with at least 100 Hot 100 entries, as she ascends to the fourth-best total. Here's an updated leaderboard:

Most Hot 100 Entries 224, Drake 207, Glee Cast 169, Lil Wayne 113, Taylor Swift 111, Future 110, Nicki Minaj 109, Elvis Presley 108, Kanye West 101, Chris Brown 100, Jay-Z

First solo woman at No. 1 since January: "Cardigan" is the first Hot 100 No. 1 billed solely to one woman since Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" logged three weeks on top from Dec. 21, 2019, through Jan. 4. Before that, Selena Gomez's "Lose You to Love Me" led the Nov. 9 list.

'Cardigan' No. 1 in streams & sales: With 34 million U.S. streams and 71,000 sold in the week ending July 30, "Cardigan" starts as the most-streamed and top-selling song of the week. Swift scores her third Streaming Songs No. 1 and her record-extending 20th Digital Song Sales No. 1, furthering her lead on the latter list over runner-up Rihanna (14).

"Cardigan" was on sale in Swift's webstore via multiple physical/digital combination offerings during the tracking week, ending July 30, including an alternate "Cabin in Candlelight" version released July 29. Consumers could purchase CD and vinyl singles, each with a digital download; the download would be sent to consumers upon purchase, with physical versions due to arrive at a later date.

Radio tries on 'Cardigan': "Cardigan" drew 12.7 million in radio airplay audience in its first full week, ending Aug. 2. It rises 26-17 on the Adult Pop Songs airplay chart and debuts at No. 19 on Adult Contemporary and No. 27 on Pop Songs.

Bon Iver's first Hot 100 top 10: With "Exile" debuting at No. 6 on the Hot 100, Bon Iver earns its first top 10 on the chart. The act, fronted by Justin Vernon, previously charted two titles, both in 2010 as featured on songs on Kanye West's album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, led by the No. 18-peaking "Monster," also featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross and Minaj.

"Cardigan" dethrones DaBaby's seven-week Hot 100 leader "Rockstar," featuring Roddy Ricch. The track holds at No. 2 on the Radio Songs chart (67.9 million, up 10%) and dips to No. 3 on Streaming Songs, after nine weeks at No. 1 (32.9 million, down 9%), and 5-7 on Digital Song Sales (10,000, down 6%).

"Rockstar" concurrently rules the multi-metric Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and Hot Rap Songs charts for an eighth week each.

Jack Harlow's "Whats Poppin," featuring DaBaby, Tory Lanez and Lil Wayne, drops to No. 3 on the Hot 100 from its No. 2 high.

The Weeknd's "Blinding Lights" descends 4-5 on the Hot 100, following its four-week rule. It tops Radio Songs for a 17th frame (76.2 million in audience, up 2%), moving to within a week of potentially tying for the longest command since the chart started in December 1990.

Most Weeks at No. 1 on Radio Songs 18, "Iris," Goo Goo Dolls, beginning Aug. 1, 1998 17, "Blinding Lights," The Weeknd, April 18, 2020 16, "Girls Like You," Maroon 5 feat. Cardi B, Aug. 4, 2018 16, "We Belong Together," Mariah Carey, May 28, 2005 16, "Don't Speak," No Doubt, Dec. 7, 1996

"Blinding Lights" tops the multi-metric Hot R&B Songs chart for a record-tying 20th week. It joins three other songs for a share of the mark, including another by The Weeknd, dating to the list's October 2012 start: Drake's "One Dance," featuring WizKid and Kyla (2016); The Weeknd's "Starboy," featuring Daft Punk (2016-17); and Bruno Mars' "That's What I Like" (2017).

Harry Styles' "Watermelon Sugar" holds at its No. 7 Hot 100 high; SAINt JHN's "Roses" slides 5-8, after reaching No. 4; and Megan Thee Stallion's former one-week leader "Savage," featuring Beyoncé, falls 6-9.

Rounding out the Hot 100's top 10, Jawsh 685 and Jason Derulo's "Savage Love (Laxed – Siren Beat)" enters the tier, rising 12-10. The track retreats 3-4 on Digital Song Sales, although with a 14% advance to 13,000 sold, and 10-17 on Streaming Songs, but with a 1% gain to 17.9 million U.S. streams, while climbing 40-33 on Radio Songs (23.5 million, up 23%).

New Zealand producer Jawsh 685 (real name: Joshua Nanai) hits the Hot 100's top 10 in his first visit to the chart, while Derulo adds his seventh top 10 and first since the No. 5-peaking "Want to Want Me" in 2015.

(A "savage" garden: Three songs with "savage" in their titles have hit the Hot 100 all-time, and two of them rank back-to-back at Nos. 9 and 10 this week. The other? Rod Hart's "C.b. Savage," which reached No. 67 in 1977.)

For all chart news, you can follow @billboard and @billboardcharts on both Twitter and Instagram. And again, be sure to visit Billboard.com tomorrow (Aug. 8), when all charts, including the Hot 100 in its entirety, will refresh.

#billboard #hot 100 #article #records #charts #folklore charts #cardigan

[kara-dolan]

Coachella -Day 1 ~Part 1~

A/N ~ hola it be a while since i have posted but whats up hahaha i am so so sorry ive had writers block and ms. vivi aka @notanotherdolantwinsblog was moving during the time she agreed to help with this so once both of our lives calm tf down things will return to normal scheduling.

Word Count~ 4,309

Warnings ~ Soft feels, Fluff, Fun, Flirting?, Possible use of cannabis aka weed 

Summary~ Fun and music festivals with your best friend? What could possibly happen? Oh right running into anyone and everyone you adore looking absolutely devin with sweaty bodies touching and bass booming under your feet. But what adventures are to come when Y/N and Viviana come face to face with Coachella ?

“Viviana I can’t believe you actually got tickets for Coachella. I can’t believe the house you got for Coachella weekend. I can’t believe that we are here!” I say excitedly gripping her arm.

“Bitch, I can’t believe that we might run into the Dolan Twins!” she says to me smiling.

“Okay yes that is a huge plus but, Day 1 will be the most exciting especially since it’s the first time we’ll be going!” I say releasing her walking up to the house.

She shook her head at me and opened the door revealing the Greek interior architecture. I walk in setting my hand bag on the ground taking everything in.

“Holy shi- is this real life right now?” I questioned looking up and spinning around to view everything.

“If you think this is amazing just wait till you see the backyard and bedrooms, not to mention the bathrooms.” Viviana says.

I looked at her and smiled then found my way to the stairs that spiraled up to the bedroom I was staying in. It was completely white with a sliding door that led out to the balcony that overlooked the backyard. Below me I saw the pool that had a huge baby blue clam bed next to the pool with a pearl shaped pillow that was silver and sparkled in the sun.

“V, I am never leaving.” I say looking away from the pool and up at the view of trees and mountains that were decorated by the sun’s beautiful rays and wind causing them to sway.

“Okay, sure, you say that every time you visit a new place. Watch once we get to Coachella you’ll never want to leave there either. Speaking of which, we have to get unpacked and set up for tomorrow after that we can get pizza and just chill.” Viviana says walking out onto the balcony.

“Ha. Yeah, I fall in love with places too easily. But, have you seen the view and the trees? It’s so beautiful. We should camp outside tonight and just watch the stars.” I say leaning against the railing watching the beautiful scenery.

“You’re fucking crazy. There’s bugs and animals. No way in hell am I sleeping out here, especially the day before Coachella starts. I am not getting dirt in my pores and you shouldn’t either,” she says stepping away to go back inside.

I sigh and look down pushing myself off the railing and going inside to unpack.

It took about an hour to get everything unpacked an organized, I had brought makeup and wigs, so I didn’t have to dye my Y/H/C hair and damage it. I also brought any and all facial cleansers because we were going to be in the desert for 3 days. I had hung all 3 outfits up in the closet and folded extra clothes I brought because no way in hell was I not going to shower and be forced to wear glitter covered outfits for the week that we were going to be staying at the house. Y/F/N and I had gotten walkie talkies set up on a private channel to find each other if we got lost and 3 cases of water so we could take 5 bottles of water with us for each day. After everything was unpacked and organized I made my way down the spiraling stairs and through the living room and into the kitchen where V was sitting at the island scrolling through her phone.

“Hey, you order the pizza yet?” I asked going to the fridge to get a water.

“No, I was waiting on you. I did see some updates on Twitter though, involving the twins and well, the drama is crazy.” she yawned out.

“When is it not though? Like honestly people need to leave them alone. But let’s not get into it. I’ll order a pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza and set up a movie.” I say after taking a drink of water.

“Sounds good. I’m getting blankets and pillows to fort up the living area.” She yelled to me running upstairs.

I smile and pull my phone out of my pocket and order the pizzas.

After the pizza arrived, we watched a random movie as we ate in the fort. Halfway through the movie and one pizza gone we fell asleep surrounded by pillows and blankets. The next thing I knew my phone was going off at 6 am which resulted in Viviana hitting me in the face with a pillow followed by groaning which signaled me to turn it off. I grabbed my phone and stopped the alarm. I made my way to my room and changed into some shorts and a loose tank and pulled on running shoes. I quietly made my way out of the house and into the woods near the park for a morning run.

I found myself at an overlook. The view was impeccable with the sun rising and colors blending together, putting me in a trance. The trance was broken when I notice movement below, a tall broad figure jogging through the hiking trail. The figure belonged to a man, as the sun rose more his golden shoulders glistened with sweat, his hair flopping with each step. It was like the trance from the sunrise was transferred to him. I couldn’t stop watching him until he disappeared deeper into the trail.

“What the hell was that?” I asked myself. I shook it off and ran back towards the house. By time I got back it was 7 am and I was drenched in sweat. I took a shower once I got back. After my shower, I put on my first Coachella outfit. I was wearing a white tank top with strings that tied in front of my chest with high waisted black shorts and a hunter green jacket. I put on black ankle boots and accessorized with a necklace that reached my waist.

Once I was dressed I applied my makeup, natural smokey eye and maroon lips. I put on my pink Ombre white high pony wig and grecian leaf new forehead crown. I went to the kitchen and saw Viviana wearing a black crop top with maroon jean shorts and black knee-high boots that had fishnets underneath. Her hair was loosely curled draping around her shoulders, she had dark smokey eye and a light pink lip.

“Okay, V. I see you.” I squeal out and she looks at me and laughs.

“Stop… we have to get going soon if we want to make it on time.”

“Okay. Okay. I am so ready to see Kyle perform today. Oh my gosh and The Neighborhood, St. Vincent, SZA, and The Weeknd. Just today is going to be crazy.” I say while packing up our bags for Day 1.

“For sure, not to mention how many social media stars and celebrities we will be seeing there.” V says taking her bag. I nod.

“We should get breakfast on the way there. I mean it is only 9 am. Coachella gates don’t open till 11.”

“You just want to go to an acai bowl place to see if you can run into Grayson” She teased.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“Maybe it’s a little true but if we run into Grayson we also run into Ethan…” I wink and nudge her.  She laughs and grabs her car keys.

“Fine, you win. Using my love for Ethan against me. That isn’t fair.”

I scrunch my nose at her and smile. After our playful teasing ended we headed out and went to the closest acai place. Once we arrived we saw girls squealing and crying. I looked over at Viviana and raised my eyebrow while smiling.

“No. We are getting the acai bowls and going.” She scolded me.

“Ugh, fine. I won’t go and ask them if they are acting like that ‘cause of the twins. Mainly ‘cause I already know they were here… thank you, Instagram… but fine let’s get the bowls and go.” I replied rolling my eyes.

“You’re entirely something else. In a good way.” She reassured me.

“Thanks, I guess.” I say while laughing.

We were waiting in line to get the acai bowls when I realized everyone was staring at us.

“Well this isn’t awkward or anything.” I mumbled out.

“What?” she questioned.

“We are the only ones dressed like this here. Seriously, everyone is wearing normal clothes. We need to hurry up and get the hell out of here.” I say looking around getting uncomfortable.

“Why? We look hot. Stop trying to cover up. Let them stare it shows them what they can’t have.” She says making me loosen my grip on my jacket and letting it slip down my arms. “Okay. I got this. We got this.” I say smiling and nodding.

We got our acai bowls and left. We were about 5 mins away from Coachella grounds and we had finished our acai bowls. Now we were just blasting music and getting hype as we got closer to the festival. We pulled into the most available parking spot. Once V put the car in park I got out throwing my bag over my shoulder and adjusting my VIP wristbands.

“I can’t believe were actually here...” I say shutting the car door.

“Neither can I. Now let’s go before we miss any performances!” She shouts while pulling my arms and entire body towards the entrance.

“Okay! Okay! I can walk on my own!” I laugh out.

“I know just hurry the hell up!” she shrieked out and took off running. I shook my head and ran after her, I finally caught up at the entrance because we had to scan our wristbands.

We were finally inside, I grabbed at V tapping her like crazy.

“Look, Look, We’re here. Oh my gosh we’re here” I screamed out.

We ran to the Sahara stage until it was time to head to the main stage. When we reached the main stage Los Angeles Azules were performing and we saw Bryant recording some of the performance on his phone. I look over at V who was already looking at me. We walked closer to Bryant but not close enough for him to notice, we stood there enjoying the performance.

“We literally just saw the Yodeling Walmart Boy perform with Whethan and now we see Bryant right here. What is happening?” I whisper to Viviana. She laughed.

“Life. Life is happening and giving us this amazing opportunity.” She whispered back. “Opportunities?” I question at the last minute when she bumped into me causing me to stumble back only to be caught by someone.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry. My fri-” I stopped once I saw who caught me.

“It’s fine.” He said chuckling. I stood up.

“Sorry, again. Thank you for catching me though.”

I turn my neck to glare at V who was smirking.

“No problem. Not everyday I get to catch a beautiful girl from falling.” He flirted which made me look back to him.

“I think I did fall though… Umm… sorry. Bad attempt and now I am making a bigger fool of myself. Bye.” I say nervously while laughing a bit while turning to walk away.

He grabbed my right hand with his left spinning me around.

“You aren’t making a fool of yourself. I’m Grayson.” He smiled down at me.

“I know, but I’m Y/N and the person behind me is my best friend Viviana.” I say looking up at him through my lashes.

He smiled down at me and I looked away and as soon as I did Bryant came over

“Hey Gray we should go find E and get more photos.”

“For sure. Y/N want to come?” he asked me. I looked at him bewildered.

“You mean like go with you and Bryant to find Ethan?” I questioned. He smiled and nodded “That’s the general idea. You can even bring um... V- Vivi-”

“Viviana.” She interrupted him. “We would love to go with you. Right Y/N?” she nudged me “Oh yeah. Totally, for sure.” I mumbled out.

“Great. Yo, Bry, Y/N and Viviana are going to come with.” He shouted towards Bryant.

Bryant smiled and nodded, we all began walking away from the main stage to find Ethan. We found him by the food trucks drooling over the acai bowls.

“Ethan!” Grayson called out to him pulling his attention from the trucks. He ran over to join us “Yo Gray. Who’s this?” he asked.

“I’m Y/N. Just met Grayson when my friend Viviana “accidently” bumped into me and Grayson caught me” I said smiling a bit while air quoting.

“Oh cool. I’m Ethan.”

“This is Viviana or V. By the way.” I say pulling Viviana’s’ arm.

“Oh. Hi” she waved shyly. I heard everyone near the main stage start chanting Really, Really, Really, Yeah,

“V, we got to go. Kyle is performing now!” I grab at her arm. “Sorry guys. Just been waiting all day to see him.” I yell over my shoulder as we run to the main stage.

We reached the main stage finally.

“Y/N are you stupid you just left Ethan and Grayson. We aren’t going to ever see them again.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Grayson loves SuperDuperKyle.” Ethan whispered between us which made me jump.

“E you can’t just scare them like that.” Grayson said coming from behind me smiling.  I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“Glad you guys could join us” I smiled at him and started jumping and chanting with the rest of the crowd.

“Don’t Wanna Fall in Love” played and I looked at Gray and smiled.

“Yo, you gonna show us some moves, possibly the same ones from the warehouse?” I asked him.

“I remember that I gave him so much shit about it.” Ethan said laughing. I rolled my eyes.

“You did great. Just ignore him.” I looked at him placing my hand on his shoulder.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around in front of him, he gripped my waist and rested his chin on top of my head. We swayed to the rest of the set until iSpy came on and we had to move to avoid a mosh pit. We gave up on finding a new spot, so Grayson offered to go get ice cream for us, I decided to wait with Ethan and Viviana. I was listening to V and E talk about which bands they were excited to see, I left them alone to talk and headed over to the food trucks to see if Grayson needed help. When I saw him, he was talking to a girl.

“Hey, I know you from YouTube. I love your videos and they’re super inspiring.” She said to him awkwardly laughing a little.

“Really? Thank you so much that means a lot.” He replied to her smiling, “Want anything?” He asked her pointing to the menu.

“Oh my god no. Of course not. Thank you” She said sweetly.

“Oh okay.” He said, and she gave him a hug which he returned.

“See you around” he said.  

“Yeah see ya” she called out as she walked off.

I walked over to him and smiled at him.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

“Okay, it’s kind of weird…but, I like seeing how you interact with fans.” I explained.

“It’s an amazing experience I appreciate you guys. If I can make you guys happy even just taking a picture or talking to you it is completely worth it.” He says while paying for the ice cream. “Grayson, you literally just looking at us is enough to make us happy” I giggled out. He laughed and handed me the ice cream he got for me

“It’s kind of shocking to hear that. Not entirely used to this still.” I smiled at him.

“I mean majority of your fan base is female which you should know from tour. You’re attractive and athletic and you have a great personality at least from what I can tell from your videos and well now that I’ve met you and hung out with you. I honestly can’t believe that I am here… That I even got to meet you…” I say staring up at him losing my words.

“Yeah… I don’t meet a lot of people who are quite like you though.” He finished looking down at me. I laughed breaking the gaze.

“I bet. Not a lot of girls would walk away from you to go and enjoy a music performance like 4 minutes after meeting you” he grabbed my hand as we walked back over to Ethan and Viviana. “You’re not going to do that, again right?” He asked.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know. If I do what are you going to do about it?” I ask cocking my eyebrow while smiling.

“Guess I have to stay close then.” He let go of my hand and draped his arm carefully around my neck pulling me closer towards him and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Yo, Gray. Where we headed now?” Ethan asked him taking note on how close me and Grayson were.

“I don’t know. Where to now, Y/N?” he inquired.

“I kind of want and need to see The Neighborhood.” I say looking up to Grayson licking the ice cream from the cone.

“Alright, The Neighborhood it is. Let’s go.”

We walked back over to the mainstage where Kyle was performing, and The Neighborhood was now setting up.  Bryant met back up with us from taking photos of other YouTubers that were here.

One of the first songs they played was Scary Love which I adored and sang along with every word. Grayson just watched me the entire time and spun me around a couple times. Ethan and Viviana were exchanging numbers which made me think about giving Grayson mine. He noticed my dancing falter and pulled me into him. I stumbled into his chest in which he took the opportunity to hug my waist as I collected myself.

“You okay?” He asked me. I nodded.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I retorted reaching my arms around his neck. He chuckled.

“No reason…”

I pulled away from him when I heard Daddy Issues come on.

“Hey, Grayson can I borrow y/n for a minute?” V asked pulling my hand. He nodded, and I stumbled trying to keep up with her as she dragged me away

“What is going on?” I questioned her.

“Okay so Ethan and I were talking, and I somehow talked him into coming back to the house later tonight, but he wants to bring Grayson too. I was wondering if you could keep Grayson busy while I try to get closer to Ethan?” she pleaded.

“For sure. Like it’s honestly so weird how close we have gotten in just the past couple hours that we’ve been here, and we haven’t even had a ‘get to know you’ talk it is just a comfortable thing as if we’ve known each other for years. I wouldn’t necessarily call it keeping him busy though as much as just hanging out with him and getting to know him more.” I respond.

“Ahh yay! You’re the best.” She squealed while hugging me then running back to Ethan.

I smiled and rolled my eyes I looked around for a little before making my way back to Grayson, when I got closer to the main stage where The Neighborhood was performing Sweater Weather I noticed Grayson wasn’t there anymore and neither was V or E.

“Okay. Don’t really know what to do. I literally just saw V though.” I thought out loud.

“Yo make sure you get some of those cotton sticks!” I heard Ethan shout from behind me. I turned around so quick.

“Ethan what the hell are cotton sticks?” I yelled to him while laughing noticing the same girl who was talking to Gray earlier laugh.

“Cotton candy.” He said smiling like a 3-year-old getting called adorable.

“Okay then… Where’s Gray and V?” I asked him.

“Ryan met back up with us so Gray is with them by the disco ball trash can. I am on my way back to them. Come on.” He said nodding his head over towards where they all were.

“Ethan wait up!” the girl called after him in which he made a confused face.

“I’ll see you when you get over there.” I say walking away slowly just listening in on the conversation.

“What’s up...?” he asked.

“The sky, pfft… you’re the best youtubers who’ve lived on planet earth.” She said after a small awkward moment. “Oh, oops... That was cringe.”

At this point I was half way out of earshot.

“Are you enjoying ‘Chella’?” he questioned.

“Heck yeah. It’s awesome.”

I stopped listening when I saw Grayson adjusting the part of his ripped jean armband.

“Hey, there you guys are. Kind of wondered off for a while. Sorry.” I say which made Grayson look up from his armband.

“Hey. I was going to look for you, but V said you would find us.” He said pulling me into a hug. “Well okay then someone missed you.” Ethan chuckled wrapping his arm around Viviana’s waist.

“I mean can you blame me?” Gray asked.

“Oh my gosh. No. Stop. Both of you.”  I say pulling away from Gray laughing.

“Oh, by the way this is Ryan. Ryan this is Y/N.” Ethan introduced us.

“Hey. I actually know who Ryan is. You guys have collabed before and it was fucking hilarious I loved it.” I blurt out.

“The amount that Y/N watches your old videos is crazy.” V interjected.

“Hey! They’re funny, leave me alone. You freaking binge watch them with me you have no room to talk.” I defended.

Grayson and Ethan laughed at us

“Oh yeah., you guys want to laugh? Cause I have things I can say that will make you cringe instantly.” A teasing smile played on my lips after I spoke those words. The twins exchanged a worried look.

“Here are your ‘Cotton sticks’ Ethan.” Bryant returned with at least 8 of them and his camera. “Bryant do you want some help with all of that?” I asked, and he nodded.

I took a couple of them and handed one to V.

“Cotton candy yum.” Grayson said taking a bite out of one that was in my hand from over my shoulder.

“Hey! If you wanted one you could have just asked.” I smiled at him holding one out for him to take.

“Nah, I like it when you hold it.” He licked his lips and grinned.

I was going to respond but Ethan came over and took 3 of them from me leaving the one Gray bit from.

“Well okay then…”  I say as Grayson takes another bite. “Damn I might as well just hand feed the cotton candy to you” I joked.

“That’s a fantastic idea.” He said while smiling at me, I shook my head

“Are you serious?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

He nodded while grabbing a piece of cotton candy and holding it against my lips I shook my head no.

“I’m not eating that.” I laughed out

“Yes you are” He grinned now

“No… I’m really not. Grayson, I mean it. Oh my gosh stop.” I backed away from him while laughing.

I ran around our group as he chased me playfully, he ended up grabbing my waist from behind and spinning me around.

“Grayson!” I managed to yell out in the middle of my fits of giggles.

“What?” He asked putting me down, so I could face him. Once I turned around, my eyes immediately made contact with his and I was entranced. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer not breaking eye contact until he looked at my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips gently against his while standing on my tippy toes. He placed his hands on my waist ho

lding me steady and kissed me back.

We were in our own little world, unbothered and carefree smiling into the kiss.

“Grayson!” Ethan screamed which made us break the kiss.

“What E?” He asked annoyed.

“You know we can’t do that. Not here. Fans might see.”  

“He’s right Gray… Look me and Vivi will go and check out some more bands. We can meet back up during the Weeknd’s performance.” I say placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Come on bro.” Ethan said dragging Grayson away letting my hand slide down his arm.

Vi pulled me back to the main stage where Vince Staples was setting up to perform. We were having fun dancing around like no one was watching which they weren’t, after the set we went to use the bathrooms.

“What are we doing after we leave?” Vivi asked.

“Well I know for sure we are going to go home but maybe on the way stop for some In-N-Out.” I answered.

“In-N-Out sounds amazing.” I hear Grayson suddenly say from behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and resting his chin upon my shoulder.

“Grayson, we talked about this.” Ethan warned pulling him off of me.

“Right sorry E.”

“Okay so I guess you guys are coming with us after to get In-N-Out too?” I questioned. We all agreed to it after me and Vivi went to the bathroom and were walking back to the main stage to see SZA perform.

On the way back to the stage I tripped over my own feet and stumbled into a bleach blonde girl wearing a two piece purple bikini.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry-” I say going to help her up.

“Wait… you're Tana Mongeau-”

#dolan twins #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan x reader #fanfiction #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #y/n #tana mongeau #tana mongeau x reader #bryant eslava #Viviana #notanotherdolantwinsblog #coachella 2018 #i am so so sorry this is this late #smut will most def be in next chapter tho

[prodchoi]

Delirium [part two]

part one

part three

A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. Grief, anger, guilt. But, in my experience, most times they're just what we want to see.

[1,349+ words, no pairing (gender neutral s/o), horror, blood mention, body horror]

(Forgive any typos, I didn’t have much time to read over it :~) )

//

[7:42pm] December 20th. Seoul, South Korea

Chan fell back in a yell “What are you?! What do you want?!” He felt his heart race a hundred miles an hour, beating against every part of his skin at the terrifying.. thing. In front of him.

It inched closer, a sickening creak coming from its twisted limbs

Oh chan, don’t you want to be with us?

The disembodied voice reverberated against his ears, coaxing yet distorted. Coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Don’t you love us? We’re the ones you love.

He shook his head, jaw clenched and body frozen “Please go away, I don’t know what this is.. please stop. Please!”

He shut his eyes, praying that when he opened them it would just be a bad dream. He’d be back home in bed

‘It's all a bad dream, wake up chan. Wake up wake up wake up, please for the love of god, WAKE UP’

A sudden eerie, empty silence took over him. He opened his eyes slowly, the tears he hadn’t noticed falling making his vision blurry.

Nothing.

He looked around

Absolutely nothing

Just the houses

He took notice of the old man standing in his front yard, Over watering his plants while he looked at the younger boy with a shocked look. ‘What’s happening to me?’ His head whipping left to right looking for the.. thing. Or where it could’ve gone.

‘I’m fucking losing it, aren’t I?’

He gathered himself with shaky hands and unsteady breaths, opting to grab his phone to make a quick call to the person on their way to him. It rung twice before they picked up

Channie? Are you okay? I’m just a minute away.

“I’m.. I’m okay.”

A breathy chuckle from the other end of the line eases his nerves a little

You don’t sound okay, though. you sound scared. “Is It that obvious” he sighed, a serious look washing over his features “I am scared” His voice was low and brittle. “I’m so.. so scared” He can’t bring himself to cry, his tired body couldn’t handle anymore sobs.

I see you, I’m pulling up now. The phone hung up suddenly, the sounds of tires crunching gravel approach. He straightens his back, attempting to look less beaten down as the person approaches him. Eyes weary at the familiar face, he puts his best smile he could pull in his current state. Warm hands rest on his cheeks, one pushing his silver-blue curls out of his tired eyes. Golden brown orbs still radiant even with the heavy purple under them.

“What happened?”

A simple statement has his eyes burning all over again, a shaky breathe leaving him. “I couldn’t explain even if I wanted to”. He leans into their palm, seeking any comfort after what’s happened. “You can tell me anything, you know that” he nods, wiping his eyes “I know.. thank you for coming”. A gentle smile from them eases his anxiety. “Let’s get you home. You look like shit y’know” His chest vibrates with laughter “Thanks. I personally think I look hot”

//

[9:02pm]. December 20th. Seoul, South Korea

After what felt like a lifetime, though only an hour, they arrived back to the small cozy apartment in the buzzing nightlife of Seoul. Chan shuffled off his shoes and stripped his damp hoodie and collapsed onto the couch, he felt like melting into the the fabric of the old furnishing. “I’ve never missed this prehistoric piece of shit more in my life” he sighed, face squished into a throw pillow he was hugging to his chest.

“Go take a shower, Chan. It’ll make you feel better”

“Can’t I just sleep? I’ll take one in the morning” voice muffled from the pillow. The chuckling person standing next to him takes the pillow from his arms, only to smack him with it moments later. “Go you stinky brute!” He heaved himself off the comfortable cushions and drudged to the bathroom, opening the door and then looking back with a rotten look on his face. He mumbled under his breath, “I just wanted to sleep”. A flying couch cushion hit him square in the face, “I heard that, you brat!”

//

[3:15am]

Chan was laying on his side, facing the softly snoring lump in the blankets next to him. He still had the events from today running through his mind. “I don’t understand” he whispered to himself. Movement from the opposite side of the bed removes him from his thoughts, the sleepy individual rolls on their side to meet his fatigued eyes, “Have you slept any?” Their voice small and thick with sleep,

“No” he breathes “go back to sleep, I’ll fall asleep soon enough” he sits up, his arm supporting him as leans to kiss their forehead. “I can stay up with you” They say through a yawn. He’s laughs at their barely open eyes, “A bold offer from someone who’s barely conscious” A sleepy smirk appears on their face as they wrap their arms around his sides, head resting just under his chin, “Hush and go to sleep, idiot” He chuckles, the sound vibrating against their cheek, Feigning a hurt voice, “You’re so mean to me”

//

[2:32pm]. December 23rd. Seoul Subway Station.

Nothing has happened since Friday’s episode, Chan had blamed it all on exhaustion.

‘I’ve been working too much, that’s all’

His foot tapping on the concrete floor of the station waiting for it, headphones blasting The Weeknd, even though he isn’t listening. The familiar ringtone of his friend ringing in his ears replacing ‘high for this’ with ‘holla back girl’. the contact name ‘tiny idiot’ flashing on his screen, along with a less than flattering candid of his smaller counterpart. he huffed before hitting answer

“Hi bin”

Hey! Are you coming to the studio today? We almost have everything set up for the release.

“Ah, probably not. I’m still not feeling well”

Legends don’t rest, chanstopher.

“Tell that to the grouchy goblin that lives with me. They said I need to take a few days off. From everything”

They’ll get over you coming to the studio for just a little bit, also, have you heard from the boss? I hear your run didn’t go to well.. What happened man?

Changbins worry passes through the phone.

“No, but I’ll explain in a few days, bin. Don’t worry”

Chan rubs his face with a free hand, his fingers running through his silvery curls. Exasperated.

If you need anything just let me, or at least Jisung know. Okay?

“Alright alright, I gotta go”

See you.

Chan stands in the close to empty station still

‘Why is it taking so damn long’

He looks at the time displayed on the route board

‘5 minutes late?’

He sighed, opting to lean against the concrete pillar to wait. He looks around the building, noticing he’s alone

“It’s Sunday, why is no one here?”

He notices the quiet washing over the large cement room. Not even the shrill noise of the subway. He wonders if there’s construction he doesn’t know about.

Why would they work on it this close to the holidays?

He gives up, walking to the stairs to exit

A sudden shriek coming from the tunnel makes him jump, though there’s no light from the subway car. He stands on the first step waiting to see if the car pulls through.

A minute later

Nothing

He continues his way up the steps. he makes it halfway before he stops, feeling eyes burning into the back of his head. He wished he never turned around.

Bodies

Bodies everywhere

The floor

The steps

So much blood

He recognizes family members, friends, why is this happening.

His lungs feel tight, he wants to scream but nothing comes out.

Hello again, Channie. The voice speaks, coming from every corpse speaking in unison, distorted honey dripped vocals mesh together, the floor shakes under his boots.

Wait for us

The bodies move, flopping and crunching together. Sickening pops and squelches mold the corpses, knitting into each other as he watches in horror, unable to look away.

The blob of skin, limbs, shrieking faces lurches forward,

Wait for us, Chan

He moves to run but he’s paralyzed by fear, his body trembling.

he manages to speak, his voice weak

“please stop”

#delirium #stray kids #stray kids fan fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #p3r #my writing #kpop fanfic #kpop fan fiction #i cut it back from 2.1k words so i wouelnt rush the plot too much :> #what do you think is happening so far? #next chapter will be how it started happening

[aliciameade]

“Worth It”

Because why not see what happens the morning after "Earned It"?

Rated M

When Beca’s alarm goes off, it’s so loud she falls out of bed from the shock of it.

She manages to smack her elbow on the nightstand in the process and hisses as her arm goes numb. “Shit,” she whispers to herself as she sits up to feel for her phone above her head to silence the chorus of Rita Ora’s “Poison” blasting in her hotel room.

She’s disoriented with the sudden rude awakening and she can’t find her phone to silence the ear-splittingly loud music. So she hauls herself up and spots it sitting on the dresser next to the TV. She rushes over and stops it with a sigh of relief as she leans back against the dresser and closes her eyes.

“Good morning.”

She jumps hard enough to smack her other elbow against the dresser and instinctively slaps her hands and arms over her naked body to hide from the intruder and crouches, not knowing how else to hide in her panic.

There’s a giggle and she hears, “Hey, it’s me.”

Her pounding heart stops for a second, then takes off again as she tracks the source of the voice to her bed.

A sleepy Chloe is sitting up in it, hair a total mess and, with the bedding bunched at her waist, naked.

She blinks, still crouching at the foot of the bed peering over it at her friend and roommate who...yeah, she definitely had sex with last night.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Chloe says with a smile, one that has her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Come back to bed.” She retrieves the covers from where Beca had taken them with her when she fell out in utter fear and pats the sheet as she lays back down.

It takes her a few seconds to process what’s happening (happened) but she eventually gets moving. She crawls up onto the bed and tries not to be embarrassed about her state of undress because she knows that’s moot now, but she must fail at masking it in her rush to get under the covers and hover at the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.

There’s a teasing hum in her ear and she’s jumping again, ready to flee on impulse when an arm wraps around her waist to pull her backward.

Much of her brain is still asleep, and the part that is awake is still coming down from hyperdrive panic mode as it stutters to fuller conscious and she feels it spinning, replaying the more specific details as to why her phone was across the room, why it was still connected to the Bluetooth speakers, why she woke up naked…

...why Chloe has her naked body held against her own naked body.

And then her brain wakes up al the way, lucid and clear, and the night rushes back to her.

Amy’s cocktails and Legacy being goaded into daring her to give Chloe a fucking lap dance.

Standing at Cynthia-Rose’s computer trying to decide if she should be dumb and pick “Who Let the Dogs Out?” or indulge her fantasy a little and pull up a sexy song and see how Chloe reacts to Beca getting a little sexy with her.

She’d definitely been curious about it, about the possibilities, for a while. A long while. A several years kind of while.

The cocktails helped grease the wheel of decision, but tapping that play button on penultimate lady jam crooner The Weeknd it wasn’t as difficult as she thought it should be.

Just like it wasn’t as difficult as she thought it might be giving Chloe a lap dance and tuning out everyone else in the room. Just like it felt pretty natural to tease Chloe with her body and watch her react with a type of hunger Beca had never seen from her before but had definitely fantasized about.

She forgot they weren’t alone and in her haze of self-inflicted arousal almost ending up in her lap kissing her. The moment was interrupted and she rushed off, ashamed of her actions and loss of control once reality snapped back into focus.

The reality was that she’d given one of her best friends a lap dance with every intention of fully seducing her. She got so turned on doing it that she escaped to the bathroom to lock herself in it while the girls hooted and hollered over Legacy making out with the room service waiter while Beca shoved her hand down the front of her pants and touched herself until she was clutching the counter, trying not to collapse or make a sound as she made herself come in Chloe’s bathroom, staring at a tube of her lipstick left by the sink and thinking about how that color would look smeared on her own neck.

She bails on the party after that. It was enough of a battle to say goodnight to the girls, all of them demanding a hug goodnight like they were little kids, after letting them watch her behavior toward Chloe.

Chloe is the only one who doesn’t demand a hug goodnight; instead, she stares at her from the couch and doesn’t bother to say goodnight.

And Chloe never failed to say goodnight to her.

In her own hotel room and alone, she falls face-first onto her bed with a groan. Instinctively, her hips roll into it, the relief in the bathroom doing little to ease the arousal pounding through her system.

She has to distract herself, or at least make an attempt, so she hooks up her phone to the room’s Bluetooth surround sound system (which is awesome to have in a hotel room), pulls up one of her “Chill Vibes” playlists full of instrumental-only tracks, and forces herself into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She strips out of her clothes, kills the lights, and cuddles up with herself in bed.

She stares at the ceiling for a solid 45 minutes thinking about the way Chloe looked at her before grabbing her phone to pop open her texts.

“You’re probably busy w/ Bella, but if you happen to be free, hit me back.”

She taps her fingernails on the hard plastic of her iPhone’s case and is relieved when the three little dots show up to indicate Stacie is replying.

“Hey, B. Isn’t it the middle of the night there? You’re in France, right?”

“Like…2:30 am. Hotel party. You know how it is. And yes.”

“Ooh, I miss a good Bellas party. Never know what’s gonna happen!”

“You can say that again. :\”

“That feels like a loaded response. DID something happen? Is that why you’re texting me at 2:30 am?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“No, we PLAYED truth or dare.”

“I know. ;) Well? What happened? Don’t keep me in suspense.”

She rubs a hand over her face and sighs.

“Legacy dared me to give a lap dance…”

“To Chloe.”

“To Chloe. Good guess.”

“Literally nothing could have been more predictable than that. You bust out the sexy moves? I bet you were all over that. Literally speaking. Not figuratively.”

“…I don’t really know what happened?

It’s like I blacked out or something? And the way she was looking at me…”

“Whoa, girl. Don’t get me revved up. I gotta give The Hunter a break for a few weeks.”

“Stacie!”

“What? It’s true. Keep going. What happened?”

“NOTHING happened. But I just…I seriously almost lost it. I just wanted…I wanted her SO fucking badly.”

Her entire body flushes with heat and embarrassment at the confession.

“Only took you seven years to admit to that soberly. Or you aren’t sober right now, are you? You’re not, because of the party.”

“Shut up. I’m not NOT sober. But I’m not that drunk.”

“Okay, so you gave her a sexy lap dance (what I wouldn’t give to see that btw – one of those bitches better have recorded it) and you wanted to jump her bones. And you know she wants to jump YOUR bones. Why aren’t you jumping each other’s bones right now?”

“She doesn’t want to jump my bones.”

“OMG, you are so dense. Chloe has wanted into your skinny jeans for as long as she’s known you. If you want her, go get her.”

“You’re nuts.”

“At least I’m not dumb like some of us.”

A knock at her door makes her look up sharply.

There’s literally no way...

She considers waiting it out, pretending to be asleep, but she looks at Stacie’s last couple messages again and it’s enough motivation to get her out of bed to pull her pants back on. She zips up her hoodie while she walks to the door and stretches up on her tiptoes to check the peephole, even though she knows who it is.

She sees a flash of red hair, as though she’s turned to leave so Beca’s quick to unchain her door and open it and she sees Chloe jump and turn back in surprise.

She doesn’t open the door all the way; something about that feels disarming for whatever this moment is going to be. She kind of hugs the door and tries to look like she’s been asleep. “Everything okay?”

The moments after that come back to her in a blur of stops and starts.

Chloe sitting on her bed.

Chloe telling her she was, “so, so sexy.”

Chloe telling her that she turned her on.

Chloe telling her she came to Beca because she’s turned on.

Chloe suggesting Beca could do something about it if she wanted to.

Her serious consideration of the matter while watching Chloe lean back on her bed with an anxious kind of confidence; she’d never seen Chloe that kind of anxious before.

Her decision to act on whatever was sparked back in Chloe’s room and pressing play on a sex playlist she’d made a year ago for no real reason other just to have one should the need for one arise.

Chloe staring at her from her bed in shorts and a very braless tank top asking to be satiated seemed like a pretty sound reason for it.

So she pressed play on a song about riding a woman all night that ironically declared that it “ain’t truth or dare” after the way the night had begun and watched the heat roll over Chloe’s face and right into her own body, Chloe giving her the tiniest nod telling her it was what she wanted.

That’s all it had taken. One nod and one really sexy song and Beca slid into Chloe’s lap to like she’d done it a dozen times with a level of confidence that came out of nowhere.

The memory makes her shiver and she feels the warmth of lips against her shoulder. Then higher, and higher still until they’re on her neck and she shivers again and they’re on her ear.

“I’m still thinking about it,” Chloe whispers before tugging on the edge of her ear with her teeth. “Are you?”

She can’t stop the whimper that escapes her lips at the pull and she feels Chloe’s arm tighten around her. The way Chloe made her feel last night keeps clawing its way to the surface and roars to life when Chloe’s hand wanders over her hip to her thigh to give it a tug.

A request for her to turn over.

To part her legs for her.

Her body moves willingly and she’s on her back with Chloe grinning down at her before she’s even thought to move.

“Let’s skip breakfast with the girls.” Chloe’s hand moves up to pet Beca’s bare stomach.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re about to make an inappropriate comment?” Beca’s surprised at how easy the words flow considering her overall mental state, but she’s starting to think she shouldn’t be surprised by her actions around Chloe anymore.

Chloe’s smile widens briefly then turns into a suggestive one. “What, you think I’m going to say something about how I have plenty to eat right here?”

The way Chloe says it makes Beca’s stomach hiccup. All of this is so, so new and as natural as it feels to flirt with Chloe, it certainly doesn’t feel normal. She shrugs in response because she’s feeling rather tongue-tied after thinking about the implications of Chloe’s teasing statement.

Her lack of verbal response seems to please Chloe, who cocks an eyebrow at her like she’s surprised Beca has nothing to say as she lets her slowly wandering hand move up Beca’s ribs until fingertips are tracing the soft curve of Beca’s left breast.

She can’t stop the shiver it pulls from her.

“Or did you think I was going to say you can have breakfast in bed?”

Beca’s jaw loosens at the statement because Chloe’s hit her with a one-two punch of mental images and she has to run her tongue across her lower lip before she gets caught drooling over the thought of it.

But Chloe notices, her eyes drawn to every move Beca’s mouth makes and as though making some kind of point - Beca’s not sure what point it could be, but it definitely seems like some kind of point is being made - Chloe starts to lean closer and all Beca can do is watch and wait to be kissed.

She’s ready for it and her eyes fall closed but it doesn’t come. She feels the warmth of Chloe’s proximity hovering above and her stomach clenches in anticipation because she knows Chloe has something up her nonexistent sleeve.

“You’d be right. I’ve been craving something since the party.”

Beca feels the air rush out of her lungs and barely has a chance to fill them again before Chloe’s lips are on hers.

She knows she groans or moans or makes some kind of sound because Chloe echoes it before she’s coaxing Beca’s mouth open to accommodate her tongue, which isn’t really a difficult task at all, especially when she feels Chloe ease herself down to fit into the space Beca allowed her to make between her legs. It’s another instant reminder that they’re both naked and Chloe rolls her hips against Beca.

She’s not sure at what point it happened, but she realizes her hands are above her head, pinned there gently by Chloe and she huffs at the feeling that rushes through her at the concept of Chloe being in control of her.

It’s only fair, she realizes as she lets her tongue twist with Chloe’s.

Beca had been the one soundly in control last night, from the lap dances to slipping her fingertips down the front of Chloe’s shorts in a move she didn’t even think about making - she just...did it. She’d let Chloe work her way into her own pants, because honestly, after half a second of trying to deny her, the feeling of Chloe’s fingers on her pretty much erased every hesitation about that.

But she’d remained in control, laying over Chloe as they touched one another and kissed and shared oxygen until they came together, and then again after she managed a wisecrack about thanking Emily for putting them on their path as she guided one of Chloe’s breasts to her lips and reached for her because she needed to make Chloe come again.

It had been transcendent watching it the first time, so much so she’d almost forgotten to pay attention to her own orgasm.

But it seems now, as Chloe’s hips work in slow circles to grind into Beca, she is going to get her own turn at getting to lay back and let herself be taken.

She sighs as Chloe’s lips travel from her mouth to her jaw to her neck where they suck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark, though. Just enough to feel good.

And it feels good.

She can’t stop the chill that runs up her spine and she hears Chloe hum in response and the hand that’s been holding her wrists releases her to drag down her forearm as Chloe shifts backward.

It makes Beca swallow hard and she chooses to keep her arms up because there’s something really fucking sexy about feeling like Chloe has her tied up while she kisses down her chest.

Her lips travel lower until they’re covering Beca’s right nipple and it makes her back arch for more. It’s a new sensation Chloe’s offering her; last night, Chloe’s breasts were the only ones graced by the presence of a mouth because Beca had been the one doling out the majority of the pleasure.

But not now.

She squirms beneath Chloe who’s moved far enough back that the short-lasting friction she’d been offering Beca is gone. She’s left with nothing but the warmth of Chloe’s mouth on her skin - which isn’t a complaint - and the fingernails that are scratching down her ribs to make her break out in goosebumps.

She doesn’t complain because she knows where Chloe’s going.

She’s going where neither ventured last night; last night had been about hesitant desire, the kind of sex that happens when you both want to be doing it, but it’s so new that neither of you wants to get too wild or go too far and risk crossing some invisible boundary.

Beca knows that boundary line is gone now, erased the moment Chloe pulled her onto her back so she could grind her hips between Beca’s legs while she teased Beca’s tongue with her own in the very quiet, very sober, very mentally clear morning hours.

Because Chloe was still thinking about the night before.

Because Chloe wanted to do it again.

She feels that tongue trace her navel and she sucks in her stomach from the tickle. She’s about to threaten violence if Chloe doesn’t stop because Beca does not do ticklish when, while looking Beca squarely in the eye, Chloe backs up the last few inches necessary and lets her tongue slide right from her navel down to her clit.

“Oh my…” she doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out, opting instead for a hiss because it’s easier.

A smile curves around the tongue Chloe’s rather brazenly using on display and then she’s lowering herself to lay down to get utilitarian about things, and Beca watches in near disbelief that Chloe’s really lifting her knees to rest them over her shoulders right now. But she is, and her tongue is tracing slow, gentle trails everywhere and Beca twitches when it rolls over her clit just right. It makes her drop her head back to the pillow and close her eyes, arms still above her head.

There’s a sound from Chloe that’s reminiscent of a scientist declaring, “Eureka!” and Beca’s still thinking about that when she realizes she maybe should prepare for the results of Chloe’s big discovery, but she’s not quick enough.

She’s not quick enough and she’s gasping to catch the breath that gets stolen when Chloe repeats the pattern that made her twitch, but she doesn’t just repeat it. She repeats it so quickly, over and over again, that Beca feels the earth fall out from beneath her.

“Fuck,” she says with a groan as her hands fly down to latch into tousled red hair to ground herself. “Oh my God.”

Chloe hums in response and the vibration makes Beca’s hips grind down into her, suddenly desperate for more, now, faster, harder.

Whatever it is Chloe’s doing, hitting the exact right spot over and over again, has her on the verge of tears because it’s so intense but she’s not staying on it long enough to get Beca there.

She’s just torturing her, making her cling to the edge waiting for that necessary shift to push her over it, and she doesn’t seem interested in doing that quickly.

“Chlo,” she tries whining, as undignified as it may be, but all she gets is a version of a chuckle in return and hands that snake between her own to slide up from her waist to her ribs to cover her breasts.

It makes her forget to breathe for a second and then she’s panting and really starting to not care that it’s possible that whoever is in the rooms next to hers - Amy? Jessica? - could overhear this.

Because fuck. She lifts her head again for a second and the view, the way Chloe’s hands are on her and how her eyes are closed to focus on what she’s doing with her tongue...it makes Beca press her heels into Chloe’s back and try to pull her closer.

“Just...fuck...to the left...right there, oh my God, shit, don’t stop.” It’s a rush of words that trail off into a string of moans because Chloe’s about to push her over the edge. Her fingers twist in messy red hair and she knows she’s pulling a little too hard because she hears Chloe gasp, but Chloe also doesn’t stop so it must not be too bad because fuck she started sucking and -

“Oh my Jesus,” Beca says with a groan when she can think again and her whole body jumps when Chloe, still firmly in her spot, rolls her tongue over her again in the way she figured out makes Beca jump. “Stop, stop,” she laughs and feels Chloe place a chaste (if that can be such a thing) kiss on her and then feels the bed and warmth shift as Chloe makes her way back up until she flops down next to Beca.

“I’ve wanted to know what you taste like for so long.” Chloe’s breathing hard and that combined with the statement makes Beca shiver.

“I, uh...hope I didn’t disappoint?” She frowns at the ceiling and keeps her eyes closed hoping that didn’t sound as terrible as she thinks it did.

She feels Chloe moving but doesn’t realize to where until lips are on hers, tongue slipping past them to slide over her own.

“You didn’t,” Chloe says with a final peck to her lips and then she’s getting cozy next to Beca.

“That’s...good,” Beca replies trying not to sound awkward but Chloe doesn’t seem to mind.

She drapes her arm over Beca’s waist and hugs herself close and Beca sighs. She’d never admit to anyone else that she really likes to snuggle up after sex, but Chloe could barely get through a day without hugging her, so she figured there was nothing to lose in being herself.

It’s not like she needs to hide anything from Chloe anymore.

“You going to let me return the favor?” she asks with a wiggle of her shoulder meant to disturb Chloe’s resting head.

“Tonight,” Chloe answers with a yawn. “I wanna go back to sleep. How long ‘til soundcheck?”

She laughs. “Like, seven hours? But we’re supposed to go sightseeing with the Army brats after the breakfast that we just skipped.”

Chloe squeezes her and then relaxes with a sigh and makes it clear she’s not going anywhere anytime soon. “We can visit France again. I just want to sleep here with you right now.”

Beca’s surprised by the sting in her eyes and the lump in her throat at the casual comment. She swallows and nods. “Okay. We can go back to sleep.”

They eventually make it out of bed after sleeping in to a sinfully late hour, have lunch in the hotel’s restaurant, and take a taxi to catch up with the rest of the girls at the Promenade des Anglais.

She’s feeling well-rested and punchy and she decides to make good on her comment to Chloe last night and finds Emily in the souvenir shop they’ve all stepped into.

“Hey, Legacy. You really did me a solid with that dare last night. Thanks.”

Emily looks at her in confusion, hands frozen in the air with the dolman tee she’d been looking at with I speak French [fries] printed across it. “I did? What?”

Beca just winks and tilts her head toward Chloe who’s an aisle over looking at shot glasses.

It takes her a second but then Emily gasps and drops the T-shirt. “Oh my stars! Did you and -”

“Shh!” She slaps her hand over Emily’s mouth and looks around. “Chill, dude. I don’t need everybody to hear.”

“We already did.”

It’s Amy’s voice from coming from behind her and she turns her head to find the blonde casually reading over a spinning tower of magnets. “You did not.” She thinks back to how she was aware of the fact that she wasn't doing a very good job at censoring herself that morning.

Amy just tilts her head and hums so Beca spins back to Emily. “Be quiet.”

Emily nods behind Beca’s hand still silencing her.

“You’re going to go tell everyone as soon as I leave, aren’t you.” She states it as a matter of fact.

Emily nods again.

And Beca sighs.

She’s about to complain when she realizes that Emily gave her a pretty awesome gift and she’ll be back in bed with Chloe tonight - and the girls can gossip and whisper and comment all they want.

Because tonight she’s finding out what Chloe tastes like - and that makes it all worth it.

#bechloe #earned it #bechloe fanfic #fanfic #long post

[bisexual-in-every-gender]

People survey

Questions about people in your life.

Person 1: The Last person you kissed.

Is this person your significant other? Yes.

When did the kiss take place? This morning :)

How long have you known them? Today it’s exactly 2 years and 8 months :)

Are you older or younger than they are? She’s two years older than me.

Do they drive? If so, what car do they have? She doesn’t drive.

What do they do for a living? She does not work at the moment but her learned profession is sports journalist.

What kind of a kiss was it? A sweet goodbye kiss on the forehead since I was going to work and she was still sleeping.

Do you think they’ve kissed anyone else since you? Nope

When will be the next time you see them? This afternoon when I finish work

Is there anything they do that you find really annoying? Oof, loads... she blasts her music when I want some quiet, leaves the toilet seat open, leaves her belongings all over the place... but I do love her to bits <3

Person 2: The last family member you spoke to.

Was this person one of your parents? Yes, my mum.

What did you speak to them about? My first horseriding class.

Would you say you have a good relationship with them? Yes, we’re close.

Do you see this person every day? No, we literally live in different countries. T__T

What’s one thing you like to do together? go for a coffee, go shopping, play board games, watch game shows

What are some of their favourite hobbies? Watching game shows, board games, cooking, swimming, listening to classical music, opera, reading

What colour hair do they have? brown

Is there anything you would change about them if you could? I wish she was less controlling and dominant.

How often do you argue with them? Not much these days as we live in separate countries but we used to butt heads quite a lot.

What do they do for a living? She’s a stay-at-home-mum

Person 3: The last person who posted on your Facebook/MySpace.

Do you actually know them in real life? Yes, Will is a mutual friend of my wife and I :)

What did they write? Did you respond? He commented on my choice of music over the past few weeks, that the artists (The Weeknd, The Cure and Adam Lambert) couldn’t be any more different but he approves of The Cure :)

How long have you known them? About two years and a few months

Would you say you’re good friends, or just casual acquaintances? I consider him a friend.

Are they in a relationship? Nope, single and ready to mingle. And boy, is he ever ready xD

What’s something the two of you have in common? We’re both bisexual, we like weird stuff and could be described as eccentric, we’re both introverts, we both like The Cure

Do they live within walking distance of your house? No, we live in separate countries (I live in China, Will lives in the UK)

Do you talk to them on a regular basis? No but when we do, it’s like no time passed at all.

Are they someone who updates their Facebook fairly regularly? Yeah.

When was the last time you saw them in person? December 2019 for Christmas.

Person 4: Your crush.

How long have you been crushing on them? Well, same person as the first: my wife. Ever since I met her basically, so two years and 8 months xD

Do you speak everyday, or not very often? Do you think you could handle living with them, or would they drive you crazy? We live together, so yes, we do speak everyday. And she does drive me crazy but (mostly) in a good way ;)

Do you tell them pretty much everything? Yep.

What kind of things DON’T you guys have in common? Are they the same sex as you? She IS the same sex as me (despite what some TERFs might say). And there are LOADS of things we don’t have in common. We have a huge height difference for one, she’s an extrovert whereas I’m an introvert (and both of us are at the very extreme of the spectrum), she likes drinking, I barely touch alcohol... the list goes on.

Are they older or younger than you are? Two years older.

Have you ever had a massive argument with them? Oh yes. Several.

Do you trust them completely, or are you a bit hesitant? I trust her implicitly.

Do you think you’ll know each other in ten years time? I sure hope so, seeing as we’re married!

Person 5: The last person to send you a text.

Is this person a boy or a girl? It would - again - be my wife, so I’ll go with the next to last person who is our vet. He’s male.

When was the last time you saw them in person? Last Thursday.

Do you guys text fairly often? Recently yes, to check up on our cat’s health status. Otherwise, no.

How well would you say you know them? Barely.

Have you ever held hands with them? No.

Do you miss them right now? Not really. He’s nice but he’s just our vet.

Have you ever kissed them before? Nope.

What are some things you guys have in common? We like animals?

When is the next time you’ll see each other? Tomorrow.

How did you meet them? We went to the vet because one of our two cats won’t eat.

[meeshonthemove-blog]

IT’S ALL HAPPENING

We’re zooming down a wide road with warm air blasting from the slots in the dash board. Around us the sky is a dusty blueish grey with tears of pink searing through the heaped clouds. The taxi driver is tapping messages into WhatsApp at the red lights and The Weeknd is telling me he’s “a mutha fuckin’ starboy” through the radio. I could be anywhere. Then like a spaceship bursting from above I see it, a glowing red structure in the distance. An aerial like tip with a cylindrical layer just beneath it, the Kuala Lumpur Tower is begging to be seen. Close behind it / beside it ( I can’t tell from this angle ) two twins show off their shiny assets, the Petronas Towers. I’ve never been the biggest fan of buildings but these beauties in a landscape of luminous high rises twinkle as though they have been rolled in billions of diamonds.

We pass the severed heads of paper dragons, remnants of the Chinese New year celebrations I assume. Not before long I’m getting out of the taxi wondering what to do about a tip. I put on my back pack and push through the humidity into a cool reception area. I can hear an English twang already, his voice bounces off the concrete, lazy adjectives to paint a picture of his expansive Asian adventures. In no time I am with him and a gang of fellow travellers, all on some quest but no one asks “why are you here?” Some of us are too young to be in the mid life crisis camp but we’re all way past the student gap year camp too.

It is a mash up mix of accents in this courtyard. A bearded guy in his forties from Irun tells us of a time he smoked weed with a famous Spanish Porno star, a German girl with blonde Rapunzel hair tells us Penang is the best place for food but that no one in Asia gets the concept of vegetarianism. A French Canadian is fishing for a dinner partner, “have you eaten? There’s an Indian place across the road”.

It’s a short walk to Sangeetha, a vegetarian Indian restaurant. We see trays of colourful Thalis on our way and when we reach the restaurant I am ravenous. The guy tells me about his time in Asia so far, he’s impressed with the food, the roti here in Malaysia is a particular favourite of his. “Have you ever had it?” I explain that roti is a staple dish where my family are from. “Ghana, cool” he says. I explain carefully, smiley and well pronounced for the thousandth time in my life “Guy-an-a, it’s in South America".  “Cool, you’re the first person I’ve ever met from Gweeanahh”.

The French Canadian and I chat over a warming bowl of Chenna Masala and Vegetable Biriyani. It’s spicy and sweet all at the same time. The staff are friendly and playful, a younger waiter locks an older waiter into the kitchen, he sees me watching and we laugh together.

On our way back to the hostel the red spaceship peeks at me through the buildings. I take a breath of warm air and wiggle my toes, it’s the first time I’ve worn sandals since my last stint of travel in September. It feels good.

I wash the 12 hours of airplane off me and head back to the room. A woman from Essex tells me about her upcoming trip to Cambodia, another room mate from Argentina doesn’t speak. The lights go out and the dim radiance of our 3 phones create weird shapes on the ceiling.

A fog of heavily sleep takes charge of my eyelids and as I'm  drifting into a deep rest three words are repeating like a mantra in my head “it’s all happening”.

#malaysia #kualalumpur #backpacking #adventure #travel #arrival #itsallhappening

[surveysonfleek]

431.

Is your window in your room open? yes. Do you like blue cheese? not at all. i’ll always have some but then i’ll be reminded of how much i hate it. Have you ever smoked? yes. Do you own a gun? no.

Do you like the American or British way of spelling words? british because that’s what we were taught.

Do you get nervous before going to a doctors appointment? no unless i feel like it’s something serious. What do you think of hot dogs? they used to be my favourite food lmao. Favorite Christmas movie? elf. What do you prefer to drink in the morning or nothing? a huge glass of cold water. Do you hate celebrities with big boobs and have had plastic surgery? no lol, i couldn’t care less, it’s their body. Do you have a favorite piece of jewelry? not really tbh. Favorite hobby? eating out. What’s the one thing you hate about yourself? my laziness. Current worry? what my future will bring. Do you own slippers? yes. Would you ever want to be a pirate? no. Where would you like to go? japan and the bahamas. and then i’m officially done with traveling. What type of songs do you sing in the shower? none. If you could make everything on earth one color, what would you choose? i wouldn’t. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? i never have. maybe i should try it haha. How do you bring in the new year? usually parties. Favorite place to be? on vacation. Would you rather live in 1980 or 2080? 2080. but at my age now. Favorite color? pink and turquoise. What color of shirt are you wearing? white. What’s the last thing that made you laugh? the bachelorette haha. What artist to do you find yourself singing a lot of? the weeknd. Can you whistle? yes. Where do you wish you were right now? overseas. When you were younger, did you ever have cartoon sheets? i only remember having mickey mouse ones. What’s in your pocket right now? no pockets. Do you love where you live? i don’t love it. but i don’t hate it. Why does everybody seek popularity? What’s wrong with being original? i think it’s the opposite now. people are trying too hard to be original. Do you prefer hearing the blunt truth, or do you like sugarcoating? blunt. Do you care what strangers think about you? nah. Are you a girl that just wants to have fun? umm i guess but i don’t go out of my way to seek it. Are you a perfectionist, or only human, born to make mistakes? only human. Do you use any acne medication? no. but i have been getting random pimples lately. Do you know when it’s just a little crush vs. true love? now i do. Have you picked out flower petals, saying, ‘He loves me, he loves me not? haha yes. Are you a small town girl, or from the big city? neither. i’m from the burbs. Do you ever look in the mirror and are surprised by how good you look? haha very rarely but it’s happened. Do you ever look in the mirror and feel revolted? oh yeah. Do you have a hard time talking to people? not really unless they’re just not that social. Is anybody in your family schizophrenic? If so, what is their life like? no. What’s something somebody can do to make you hate them instantly? be rude to people they don’t know. Do you like it when you find yourself in a conflict? i don’t like it lol. Are you emotional or very stoic? in between. How late do you go to bed during summer nights? it depends what i do at night. Why do girls like six-packs? What’s wrong with a soft pillowy tummy? not all girls like six packs, let’s be real. Are you feminine, masculine, or quite androgynous? fem. What’s the first red object you see in the room? lipstick. Is sex different than making love? hell yeah. This time last year, what was happening in your life? nothing really. Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? i’ve had pepsi. Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? my boyfriend, just about how we’re both having boring nights. Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? yes. Do you bathe your pets regularly? my mum bathes him regularly. Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? mailbox. What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? yeah my dog. Have you ever had an ear infection? yes. If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? idk. something new, funny and 20 mins long. i can’t seem to concentrate with 40 min eps nowadays. Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? yes. two weeks ago? Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? depends who it is. Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? i’ve noticed i’ve been doing it recently i have no idea why. Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? no. Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? no. When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? if i’m at home i’ll blast it. in public i need to hear surrounding noises. What’s your favorite online radio site? um, pandora until it was removed in australia :( so spotify now. Do your parents have any authority over who you date? no. How many different shades of nail polish do you have? a ton, i have two proper shelves of them. What did you have for breakfast this morning? dumplings. Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? no. Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? no. Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? no.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. no. What colour is the soap in your bathroom? Does it have a specific scent? yellow. it smells like honey. Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? umm blue. Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: just the one. How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? not bad. In your favorite TV show, which character is your favorite? Why? michael scott. because he’s hilarious. Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? bek. When was the last time you saw them? last week. Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? no. What was your lowest mark on your previous report card? i’ve been out of school forever. but i think it was a c. What are you listening to? the bachelorette. What year are you/did you graduate? 2013. Are you obsessed with anything? no. Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? oooh it’s a toughie. probably waffles. Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? non diet. Do you like seafood? loooove. Are you craving anything right now? food.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? yes. Can you speak any other languages? kinda. If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? i’d try it. but then again, i haven’t had mcdonalds in months. How long is your hair? pretty long. Do you like your neighbors? they’re okay, everyone keeps to themselves. What’s your school motto? no more school. Has a bird ever flown into your window? no. there’s like a screen on it. Which word did you say first, mama or dada? mama. How old were you when you learned to walk? one maybe? What was your first pet’s name? dopey. How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? 30? idk. Who was your best friend in elementary? pearl. Who was your favorite teacher in high school? mr collins. Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? chris. What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? ummm. i forgot his name, remember his face. Where do you see yourself in a year? hopefully further than i am right now. If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? my lifestyle. Are you content just blending in with the crowd? yes, for sure. i hate attention.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

[adambstingus]

11 Popular Songs You Didn’t Know Were About Super F*cked-Up Things

The other day, Every Breath You Take by ThePolice came on the radio.

My friend sighed, seemingly enamored by the lyrics, and said she wanted that to be her wedding song.

Uh, really? There’s somethingabout the hook that’s always seemed mad f*cking creepy to me. Every breath you take, Ill be watching you? Thats not a very reassuring thought, especially not one Id want to hear at my wedding.

When I got home and did a little bit of research, it turned out I was right — Sting even admitted it. The song is about a stalker. An obsessive, potentially dangerous stalker. Yet this wentunnoticed by my friend and probably countless others.

I mean, think about how many people actually had a song about an obsessive ex-lover gracethe soundtrack to their weddings. Whoops.

Here are 11 other songs you probably didnt know the true f*cked-up meaning of, either.

1. “Ring Around The Rosy” by who the f*ck knows

To be completely fair, I dont think anyone knows what the hell the song Ring Around the Rosie is about. What is a pocketful of posies?

However, upon some closer inspection, the song is actually about the Great Plague of London wiping out an entire f*cking civilization of people, hence the we all fall down.

Yeah, that means WE DIE. Yet we had no problem belting this song throughout kindergarten.

2. “Walk On The Wild Side” by Lou Reed

While some Millennials might not know the original version of this song, theyve probably heard the bassline more than a few times — thanks to Tribe sampling the song in Can I Kick It.

At first listen, the song sounds innocent, but if you actually take the time to listen to the lyrics — youll soon understand its anything but. With lines about “giving head,” andmany other questionable lyrics, it shouldn’t take too long.

3. “Island Girl” by Sir Elton John

“Island Girl” is a very tropical sounding song — much like something youd blast at the beach while out on a family vacation or something of that nature.

In reality, however, the song is about a Jamaican prostitute in New York City. “Island girl, what you wantin’ with the white man’s world?” With lyrical contentsuch asthis, youmight want to rethink playing this tunewith your grandmother and grandfather from Boca within earshot.

4. “Closing Time” by Semisonic

Most peoplethink this song is about leaving some place that will be closing shortly, most often a bar. In actuality, the song was written about the lead singer of Semisonic’s child being born.

So, with regard to the song’s title, “Closing Time” actually refers tobeing forced out of the womb.Now pour up another beer before lastcall!

5. “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles

Theres a lot of controversy stemming from whether or not the origin of this song comes from a painting done by Lennons son, Julian, or the titles acronym: LSD. Lennon adamantly denied that the song was connected to the drug, but, I dont know, make your own call on the matter.

“Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers that grow so incredibly high.”

Is thisa vividdepiction of an acid trip? You decide.

6. “Born In TheUSA” by Bruce Springsteen

Every fourthof July, upon sparking up the BBQ, I get my Independence Day playlist fired up, consisting of a large number of Bruce Springsteen hits, specifically, the most patriotic of them all, “Born in the USA.”

Right? Wrong. The songs lyrics actually critique most of Americas shortcomings as a functioning nation.“Got in a little hometown jam, so they put a rifle in my hand, sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man.” Not all that endearing about our wonderful country.

7. “Under The Bridge” by Red Hot Chili Peppers

I sangthis song in the shower of my parents’ home for the majority of my younger years. With a title like Under The Bridge and a chorus crying, Take me to da place I luuuuuuhve, I thought the song was about going to your favorite little spot in the nearest national park.

Little did I know, the song is about the literal bridge where lead singer Anthony Kiedis would meet “with f*cking gangsters shooting speedballs under a bridge,” as he described it. The song is actually about his growing dependence on hard drugs. Errr, I guess I sort of missed the mark on that one.

8. “Afternoon Delight” by Starland Vocal Band

As a youngster, I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about doing something pleasant around noontime — maybe a stroll throughthe park or a picnic, perchance — with someone you like.

As it turns out, the song is really about a little matinee sex. “Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up my appetite, looking forward to a little afternoon delight. Rubbin’ sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite, and the thought of loving you is getting so exciting.”

I guess itreally doesn’tsound too picnic-y, in retrospect.

9. “Cant Feel My Face” by The Weeknd

Granted, its a Weeknd song, so theres always a decent chance that its about drugs, “Cant Feel My Face” is one of the best-disguised drug records circulating throughthe pop airwaves today.

While it might sound like the result of infatuation or newly found love, Weeknds face is numb because of cocaine — which the song is really written for, at least toour knowledge.

10. “Back Door Man” by The Doors (and Willie Dixon, originally)

Although itprobably could also have a second sexual meaning, the true definition of a “Back Door Man” is someone who sleepswith the wives of other men, sneaking through the back doors, so to speak, without the husbands finding out.

11. “Captain Jack” by Billy Joel

“Captain Jack” was supposedly penned by Billy Joel fromhis Long Island apartment, after seeing the local youth buying heroin from a dealer named “Captain Jack.”

Although the hook says “Captain Jack will get ya high tonight,” the song actually expresses a strong anti-drug sentiment.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/05/27/11-popular-songs-you-didnt-know-were-about-super-fcked-up-things/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/161120687072

[jimdsmith34]

11 Popular Songs You Didn’t Know Were About Super F*cked-Up Things

The other day, Every Breath You Take by ThePolice came on the radio.

My friend sighed, seemingly enamored by the lyrics, and said she wanted that to be her wedding song.

Uh, really? There’s somethingabout the hook that’s always seemed mad f*cking creepy to me. Every breath you take, Ill be watching you? Thats not a very reassuring thought, especially not one Id want to hear at my wedding.

When I got home and did a little bit of research, it turned out I was right — Sting even admitted it. The song is about a stalker. An obsessive, potentially dangerous stalker. Yet this wentunnoticed by my friend and probably countless others.

I mean, think about how many people actually had a song about an obsessive ex-lover gracethe soundtrack to their weddings. Whoops.

Here are 11 other songs you probably didnt know the true f*cked-up meaning of, either.

1. “Ring Around The Rosy” by who the f*ck knows

To be completely fair, I dont think anyone knows what the hell the song Ring Around the Rosie is about. What is a pocketful of posies?

However, upon some closer inspection, the song is actually about the Great Plague of London wiping out an entire f*cking civilization of people, hence the we all fall down.

Yeah, that means WE DIE. Yet we had no problem belting this song throughout kindergarten.

2. “Walk On The Wild Side” by Lou Reed

While some Millennials might not know the original version of this song, theyve probably heard the bassline more than a few times — thanks to Tribe sampling the song in Can I Kick It.

At first listen, the song sounds innocent, but if you actually take the time to listen to the lyrics — youll soon understand its anything but. With lines about “giving head,” andmany other questionable lyrics, it shouldn’t take too long.

3. “Island Girl” by Sir Elton John

“Island Girl” is a very tropical sounding song — much like something youd blast at the beach while out on a family vacation or something of that nature.

In reality, however, the song is about a Jamaican prostitute in New York City. “Island girl, what you wantin’ with the white man’s world?” With lyrical contentsuch asthis, youmight want to rethink playing this tunewith your grandmother and grandfather from Boca within earshot.

4. “Closing Time” by Semisonic

Most peoplethink this song is about leaving some place that will be closing shortly, most often a bar. In actuality, the song was written about the lead singer of Semisonic’s child being born.

So, with regard to the song’s title, “Closing Time” actually refers tobeing forced out of the womb.Now pour up another beer before lastcall!

5. “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles

Theres a lot of controversy stemming from whether or not the origin of this song comes from a painting done by Lennons son, Julian, or the titles acronym: LSD. Lennon adamantly denied that the song was connected to the drug, but, I dont know, make your own call on the matter.

“Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain, where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers that grow so incredibly high.”

Is thisa vividdepiction of an acid trip? You decide.

6. “Born In TheUSA” by Bruce Springsteen

Every fourthof July, upon sparking up the BBQ, I get my Independence Day playlist fired up, consisting of a large number of Bruce Springsteen hits, specifically, the most patriotic of them all, “Born in the USA.”

Right? Wrong. The songs lyrics actually critique most of Americas shortcomings as a functioning nation.“Got in a little hometown jam, so they put a rifle in my hand, sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man.” Not all that endearing about our wonderful country.

7. “Under The Bridge” by Red Hot Chili Peppers

I sangthis song in the shower of my parents’ home for the majority of my younger years. With a title like Under The Bridge and a chorus crying, Take me to da place I luuuuuuhve, I thought the song was about going to your favorite little spot in the nearest national park.

Little did I know, the song is about the literal bridge where lead singer Anthony Kiedis would meet “with f*cking gangsters shooting speedballs under a bridge,” as he described it. The song is actually about his growing dependence on hard drugs. Errr, I guess I sort of missed the mark on that one.

8. “Afternoon Delight” by Starland Vocal Band

As a youngster, I thought the song Afternoon Delight was about doing something pleasant around noontime — maybe a stroll throughthe park or a picnic, perchance — with someone you like.

As it turns out, the song is really about a little matinee sex. “Thinkin’ of you’s workin’ up my appetite, looking forward to a little afternoon delight. Rubbin’ sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite, and the thought of loving you is getting so exciting.”

I guess itreally doesn’tsound too picnic-y, in retrospect.

9. “Cant Feel My Face” by The Weeknd

Granted, its a Weeknd song, so theres always a decent chance that its about drugs, “Cant Feel My Face” is one of the best-disguised drug records circulating throughthe pop airwaves today.

While it might sound like the result of infatuation or newly found love, Weeknds face is numb because of cocaine — which the song is really written for, at least toour knowledge.

10. “Back Door Man” by The Doors (and Willie Dixon, originally)

Although itprobably could also have a second sexual meaning, the true definition of a “Back Door Man” is someone who sleepswith the wives of other men, sneaking through the back doors, so to speak, without the husbands finding out.

11. “Captain Jack” by Billy Joel

“Captain Jack” was supposedly penned by Billy Joel fromhis Long Island apartment, after seeing the local youth buying heroin from a dealer named “Captain Jack.”

Although the hook says “Captain Jack will get ya high tonight,” the song actually expresses a strong anti-drug sentiment.

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