#number one Julia fan sweating out here

[holyshivroy]

yeah. mitski presale was a bloodbath.

[harrymendesfangurl]

Dream Girl

A/N: This story is my first. I hope you like it. Insipired by “365 Dni”.

Disclaimer: This story contains swear words. Please read at your own risk.

Shawn dreamt of her again. He dreamt of kissing her full lips, of tracing her light brown skin, caressing her long curly brown hair, the white sheets barely covering her naked curvy form and her morning smile enlightening the whole room

****

His eyes sparked open. He was naked in bed, the light sheets only covering his crotch, while his legs were spread open on the mattress. He looks to his right to see the two naked women entangled in his sheets, sleeping deeply. Shawn sits up, staring at his white curtains.

He heard small moans coming from one of the girls on the bed. He stood up and walked to grab some water on his table. His only known way of handling his hangovers.

“Good morning daddy” one of the girls almost moaned at his sight.

“You need to leave. The door is open” he says before disappearing into the bathroom. The hot water slid down his back and shoulder blades. He washed his hair, and his body before coming out.

As he grabbed his towel from the hanger and tied it around his waist. He hoped those girls were long gone.

As he wished, the girls where gone and he could proceed dressing up. He was catching a flight to Cairo this afternoon with his uncle.

****

“Wake up you need to get your ass to work” Miriam told her best friend Nadine in Arabic.

“No. I didn’t get much sleep last night” she protested.

Miriam getting fed up, pulled the covers from her skin making her hiss and curl up into a ball.

“I’m coming back here in 15 minutes. You better be ready.” Miriam orders before leaving her room.

She huffs and picked out her outfit for work. Nadine hated having two jobs. But it was the only way she could get a living. During the day she worked as a secretary for a rather decent office here in Cairo but at night she was one of the highest paid strippers that “Lux Club” had to offer.

She was a stripper at a five star hotel and Tourists loved to spend their money there. Despite her earnings she still lived with her best friend.She combed her hair and put on some makeup. Like she said, Miriam returned to the room to see that Nadine had actually made some progress.

“God is great” she thanked. Nadine threw her pillow at her before she laughed and walked out

****

She was trying her best to arrive there faster. She didn’t know that when her boss at work asked her to stay a couple more minutes, he actually meant it. She was lucky she didn’t perform amongst the first girls. She was actually important there which made other girls envy her. She finally reached the hotel and getting in through the staff door. She rushed through the halls and finally got to the club.

****

Shawn had arrived few hours ago to his owned house in Cairo. He made most deals there but he knew his heart really belonged in Canada. He was going out with his best friend and right hand man, Connor.

He had worn a black button up shirt with only two buttons buttoned and black jeans. He heard of this club “Lux Club” that was also a hotel. Maybe he could find a girl to spend the night with.

****

Nadine was engulfed in glitter. Her makeup was on fleek and her lingerie hugged her body in perfect ways letting her pantyhose do most of the job. She wore really high heels and was about to go on stage.

When she heard one of the staff call her name, she looked in the mirror one last time and went backstage.

Her stage name was Alicia. She couldn’t use her real name, in fact it was advised not to. She was a huge fan of Alicia Keys and so she chose that name.

Once the girl passing before her was done she asked the DJ to start the music.

Shawn was getting bored already. All the girls there were beautiful but none of them suited him. His attention was drawn back to the stage when he heard the beat to “COPYCAT” by Billie Eilish.

When the singing starts, Nadine came out. She was doing a devil themed dance today. She wore a blood red lingerie that showed more of her body. She wore black glittery pantyhose, red high heals and to top it, she had a blood red whip with her.

Shawn has his eyes glued to her, he couldn’t believe it. He was almost petrified. He saw her, the girl in his dreams.

The girl he’s been dreaming about for almost a year was there right in front of him. He watched her intently as she teased every single male and female in the room. Men were screaming her name and she just gave a devilish smirk. Men threw money at her, HUGE sums of it. She was so flexible dancing against the pole. Shawn could’ve sworn it just got hotter in here. He watched, mouth agape and eyes as bright as that of a kid who ha received candy. She looked so dirty dancing yet so beautiful. Her hair was disheveled and her ass was aching to be grabbed.

The music ended and she stood up before grabbing her money, thanking the crowd and disappearing backstage.

Shawn needed to see her, so he immediately ordered for a lap dance from her personally. He didn’t mind paying thousands he just wanted to see her.

Once he had placed his order he waited in a much private room with a pole hanging from the ceiling. He sat there on the comfortable couch. When he heard start he braces himself for what was about to come.

“Jump” by Julia Michaels was playing. She appeared from behind the curtains. This time she was in a silver colored lingerie with glitter sparkling all around her. Her pantyhose was transparent and her high shoes were as sparkly as her outfit.

She danced around the pole for a few seconds. Teasingly slow, she crawled approached him and was on her knees right in front of him. For a second, he thought she was gonna do the unimaginable but she stood up and straddled him. He went to grab at her hips but she teasingly smacked them away.

She slowly grinded on his crotch and he loved every feeling accompanying it.

She stood up, sitting on him, but this time her back facing him. He fought the urge to grab at her ass and grind her against himself. She was so slow that he would’ve cried. Time was running and he needed more of it.

“How much for the whole night?” He asks ready to pay any sum of money that she required. She could’ve said yes because she really needed money but she just laughed.

She continued to give him a pleasurable lap dance that could cause Shawn’s balls to burst.

When she felt the music approach its end she turned around to straddle him one last time. Shawn put his hand on her ass, this time she didn’t push them away. She lowered herself towards his ear.

“I’m a stripper not a hooker” he accent rang through his ears, Her angelic voice doing unspeakable things to his fucked up mind.

She stands up and walks back from where she came.

Shawn was surprised. He gave her a choice but she refused it. So if she wouldn’t come with him willingly he’d have to do it his way.

****

Nadine had just finished her shift, she removed her makeup, she wore much more comfier clothes. She walked out of the staff door of the club and into a dark alley. She hummed to “Torn” by Ava Max.

They alley was dark but she knew she was being followed. She turned around to see a tall figure behind her. She gasped inside her mind and turned around to walk faster but there was another man in front of her. She wanted to scream but it was too late. They poisoned her and she passed out.

****

She saw the bright lights penetrate the windows. She immediately stood up. She looked around the room. It was rather decent, an amazing decor to be honest. The bed was king sized and the walls were cream. She had just realized that this wasn’t a room that she was familiar with, this was too fancy to be her bedroom and too neat to be Miriam’s. She immediately started to look for a way out.

There was a balcony. So she ran towards it but it was locked. The window would’ve been a thought but it was a really really long way down. She gave up and sat on the bed. She heard the door click open. Her head immediately sparked towards it. A tall male figure walked in. He had brown curly locks.

She scoffed when she realized it was the man whom she gave a lap dance to.

“Really? Kidnapping?” She scoffed.

Nadine had a Mediterranean English accent. Besides her brother Karim, she was the only one in her family who could speak fluent English. Her family were this traditional Arabian family who wanted to marry her off to this rich man. But she decided to run away. She was later shunned by her family when they learnt she was a stripper, the only one who stayed close to her was Karim. He helped her get a place to stay in the city and that was with his very good friend Miriam who became her best friend.

“I had to have you someway babygirl” Shawn says.

“Which stupid idiot would kidnap a girl he met at the club?” She ranted in Arabic.

“I don’t understand anything you said but I know you called me an idiot” he said

She only glared at him.

“Let me go” she demanded.

“I can’t do that sweetheart” he says “What’s your name?”

“Alicia”. Technically she didn’t lie. People called her that. But only people who didn’t know her real name.

“I’m not stupid love. I know strippers don’t use their real names” Shawn said raising his eyebrows. She hissed at him.

“Nadine” she finally said.

“Well, Nadine. I saw you, I liked you and I wanted you” he admits.

“You. Want me?” She points at him then to herself.

“I want you Nadine. And I promise you would want me too.” He says almost cockily.

“What an arrogant fucking pussy.” She says.

“Okay. Rule number one, no Arabic.”

“How would you feel if I told you, you cannot speak English in your own country” she says.

He stood up ready to leave.

“We’re not gonna be here long honey” he says and leaves.

She had decided to take a shower and open his closet to see what he had in there. He had sweats and a shirt. So she wore that. She sat in his room. Bored. He had a refrigerator in there. So she stuffed her face with drinks and ice cream. He had a pantry with chips. His TV had Netflix so she wasn’t all too bored but she ended up sleeping off.

****

She woke up to the sun setting. The room was dark but she still managed to see the dress that was on the bed. It had a note

“Join me for dinner. Down the stairs, outside by the pool”

She wore the red dress with a slit by her thigh, and the black heels that came with it.

She attempted to open the door and it was opened. It was her first time seeing outside of the rooms that she was trapped in. The halls were chilly and she shivered a bit. The walls were fancy and elegant. But not as elegant as the stairs. She decently went down the stairs and she saw two opposite doors. One was leading to the pool and she could’ve sworn the other was the exit. She attempted to go through that one but her self conscience warned her not to. She opened the door to the poolside and saw the handsome man sitting at the dinner table awaiting her arrival. When she did, being the gentleman he was, he pulled her chair for her. She barely thanked him. “That dress looks good on you” he says when he was back to his seat.

Around them were two maids and two men who seemed to be his bodyguards. And another man who looked more...from around there.

“Let’s eat” he says. He started digging in the food.

She eventually gave in a started to eat.

“My family is gonna come looking for me” she says

“We both know they’re not” Shawn answers

She frowned.

“What a fucking prick. He is stalking me now?” She says in Arabic

“Careful with that mouth of yours” a man said.

She laughs.

“You can’t understand me so you brought someone who can?” She laughed some more.

“You are all assholes!!” She stood up to leave.

“SIT!” Shawn says authoritatively. She looked at him with a spiteful look.

“Sit down Nadine” he says again.

She folded her arms before sitting back on her chair.

“My brother’s a police officer. He’s gonna come looking for me” she rants

“No he’s not. He’s a salesperson in Alexandria” Shawn corrects her.

She furrows her eyebrows together.

“The only family you’ve got is Miriam. And I will permit you to speak to her.” Shawn says.

“She doesn’t speak English” Nadine pouts

“You can speak Arabic but rest assured that Mohamed here is listening to every word you’re saying” Shawn says.

“Fine” she agrees.

Shawn gave signal to one of the men standing there to give her her cellphone.

She failed her friend’s number and she picked up on the first ring.

“You bitch! Where are you!?” Miriam screams over the phone

“I’m fine. I’m just with a friend” she lied

“Who!?” Miriam asks

“I saw him at the club yesterday. And I’ve been with him since.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Honestly I don’t know. I want to just take a break you know? But I promise I’ll come back soon” she explains

“Are you sure you’re safe?” She asks

“Very.” She answered

“Okay. I’ll see you soon then” Miriam says

“Yes. Bye”

She hung up the phone and handed it back to whoever gave it to her.

The rest of the evening, she avoided any and every conversation with him. He kidnapped her, locked her up in his room and made her lie to her own best friend.

When she had finished eaten she excused herself from the table and was escorted back up into the room she was kept in. She removed the dress and threw it on the floor. She changed back into what she had worn. And sat down in front of the dressing mirror.

She heard the lock on the door and his tall figure enter the room.

He didn’t say a word. He took off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. His abs were toned and his v-line so visible.

She gawked at him through the mirror.

“Is this the part where you force yourself onto me?” She asks as calmly as possible.

He chuckled.

“I’m not gonna touch you until you want me to” he says.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?” She asks.

“No. You’re a woman and you should feel respected” he says admiring her from the mirror. She stood up and walked to him. She stopped right in front of him and crossed her arms.

“Why did you choose me?” She asks

“You’re special to me” he tells her

“You don’t even know me.” She tells him.

“I know that you’re the youngest out of 5 kids. You’re closer to your immediate older brother Karim who was the only one to care for you after your family shunned you. I know that Even after what they did to you, you still care for them and send them money every single week just to care for their needs but they don’t want your money. I know that you hurt a lot but life has left you no choice” he says. She was surprised at what he said but slightly offended.

“You have no right to dig into my private life” she snaps at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Sorry that I had to be the disgrace of the family? What do you even want from me? A companion? A sex slave?”

“Love! I want love!” She speaks.

“From a stripper?” She mocks.

“Why do you think so low of yourself?” He asks

“When people think that, you begin to” was all she said.

She laid down on her side of the bed which she already claimed for herself.

****

It was morning and she looked over to the other side of the bed. Shawn wasn’t there. But she heard the shower and the water against the floor. She waited for him to come out.

“You’re a heavy sleeper. You know that right?” He smirks making her shrug.

“We’re catching the flight to Milan in an hour.” He says as casually as possible.

“Milan?! I don’t even have clothes apart from your crappy ones.” She says

“Once we get there we’ll go shopping. Anything you want” he says putting on his suit.

She scoffed.

“You can let me go and I won’t tell anyone about anything” she says trying to gain her freedom

“I can’t do that sweetheart.” He says.

Nadine pouted.

“What about my jobs? Do you realize that I’m letting go of my salaries by going with you” she tried to make him see. But he got all that covered

“I’ll pay you any sum of money whenever you need it” he says.

“You’re joking” she says

“I’m a humorous person but I wouldn’t joke about that” he had finished dressing up and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand.

“I don’t even know your name” she says

“Shawn. Just call me Shawn”

[modern-sybil]

Hey guys!! I’m legit almost 10,000 words (8 chapters of varying lengths) into this delightful fluffy Queliot fic, and if you need a break from the AAAAAAAAAAAH that comes with waiting on this season’s finale, it might provide that for you.

It is an AU where Eliot is a musician and Quentin loves his band, and Kady/Julia and Margo/Alice are also a thing in it.

ONLY HAPPY SHIT HAPPENS IN MY AU, BTW. It is a sweet and fluffy zone, because that is what I need atm, personally. Lol. 

So I guess, if you wanna, maybe give it a read? 

If you want a taste here, first, the first chapter is below the cut

Eliot was tired. In fact, he couldn’t remember another time he had been quite this tired. Not of the music, but of the people. That was the thing about playing these gigs, there were always too many people. All so close. All so…. Smelly. Stale beer mixed with sweat when there are not many windows is never a good thing. With a sigh he focused back in on the music - losing himself in lyrics like he’d been doing since he was 15.

Scanning the room, trying to avoid the faces of the fans without looking like he was avoiding them, he glanced at the bar and...

Oh, hello there

He saw someone, someone who was different.

And by different, he meant this boy looked so out of place it would have been laughable if he wasn’t so damn cute. Nursing a beer and wearing, dear god, was that a knit sweater? In a biker bar?? His eyes were shut and his head leaned back, framing his gorgeous fuckin’ face in the neon lights. It made his brown hair look tinged with blue and purple, and Eliot thought for a moment that he might actually be hallucinating. What was a nerd in a sweater with a damn IPA doing at a concert like this?

No matter why he was there, tho, Eliot was determined to get his attention. Smiling, he put some extra flair into the next number, swaying his hips in time with the music, running his fingers through his curls gracefully to get them out of his heavily lined eyes, growling out the low notes with everything he had… but no matter what he did, even though the rest of the crowd went wild, that kid would not open his damn eyes.

“Hey, you. At the bar. Sweater dude.” Eliot heard himself say into the mic, his band disjointedly stopping in the middle of their song.

The stranger opened his eyes, looking around confusedly. Blinking, like he wasn’t sure why the music wasn’t still playing.

“Sweater dude, with the light beer and the converse” Eliot shouted, gesturing towards where the man was sitting, trying to better single out the kid whose attention he wanted so badly.

The man looked around, as if he thought he was going to see someone else in this place of leather and metal wearing fucking high tops and a blue knit sweater. When he found no one, he looked at El, sending a thrill through Eliot’s core, and gestured at himself. Mouthing the word, El could almost hear him say “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Eliot affirmed. By now the entire bar was looking at this guy, and clearly this made him uncomfortable, causing Eliot to feel a pang of regret that he quickly tamped down and covered with determination. Men and women across the place that had been trying in vain to catch El’s eye all night were shooting the kid looks that could have scorched the earth. One couple, who had been sending him very “we are open to fun” vibes started huffing and walked out. Eliot didn’t care, even though earlier in the night he had noted them down as the top possibility for distraction after the show.

“What’s your name?” El asked, maintaining eye contact even as his bandmates started loudly clearing their throats behind him.

The guy mouthed something, and Eliot did his best to guess, but after throwing names at him left and right as the man got redder and redder, constantly shaking his head no, Eliot was getting crabby. “Okay, what’s the first fucking letter, at least?” He asked, and the kid smiled, which Eliot felt all the way down his body.

“Q” he mouthed, making the shape of the letter with his hands.

“Q?” El asked, and the kid nodded, scuffing the floor with one shoe.

“Well then. Come closer, Q, if you please.” Eliot directed, with an impatient wave “I can’t hear a word you are saying and I really fucking want to talk to you.”

The kid stood up, his face all red and adorable, and Eliot’s heart started racing, but then, to his dismay, rather than approaching the stage through the path the crowd was slowly opening up, this guy slapped some money down on the bar and booked ass out of there.

“Well, I’ll be damned” Eliot said, “I guess he really didn’t want to talk to me.”

Realizing that, shit, yeah, he was on stage and getting paid and this was a gig, he laughed it off. He turned to his bandmates, Kady scowling on the drums and Alice just blinking at him in confusion while holding her guitar. “From the top now, dears” he purred, and twirling back to face the room, he launched back into his song.

He finished the set in a daze, glancing around the room without really seeing anyone, eyes drifting over all that leather and metal, searching for a blue knit sweater.

Q , he thought. What the fuck kind of a name starts with Q?

[hetmusic]

FESTIVAL FINDS: 6 MUSIC FESTIVAL 2019 | The Most Radicalist

In this feature, we pick out our favourite emerging artists from stages around the world. This was our first time at the city-hopping three dayer that is the 6 Music Festival, and this year it was based in the historically musical city of Liverpool. Spread across several venues of this former industrial hub, we stepped off the platform at Liverpool Lime Street Station to seek out the freshest sounds at a festival which offered an array of established and emerging talent to sink our teeth into.

SHE DREW THE GUN First stop on our 6 Music Festival experience was Liverpool’s Olympia to see local band She Drew The Gun in action. We’ve been following The Wirral’s SDTG for some time now and we recently had the opportunity to interview the band’s founder Louisa Roach about their recent album release Revolution of Mind. And so, it was with high expectations that we stepped into the red walled, floored and furnished venue. She Drew The Gun opened with stand-out album track ‘Resister’, and despite the lyrics of social consciousness and entirely competent musicianship, the track didn’t quite hit the same live as it did recorded. Okay, we think, maybe the band is warming up. As the performance goes on, the band certainly does seem to settle into the groove of things and as ‘Paradise’ rolled around, they’re sounding much more like the bold, anti-capitalist revolutionaries that we expected. An absolute shining moment of the set and a place where we felt Louisa Roach really stepped into her own was ‘Resister Reprise’, in which the lengthy spoken word call for “collective self improvement” and tolerance paired with those swirling guitars entirely enraptured the audience. BODEGA After a slightly tricky start where Bodega had to stop and restart due to some technical difficulties, the band dove right back into the swing of ‘How Did This Happen?!’. After several sweat-inducing tracks, vocalist and guitarist Ben Hozie customarily thanked the audience and dedicated the rest of Bodega’s set to film director Agnès Varda who had passed away that Friday afternoon, leaving behind a legacy of French New Wave film. Hozie encouraged the audience to close their eyes for free admission to their next short film - aka song - ‘Boxes For The Move’. Throughout the whole performance, each member of the New York band played their part with enthusiasm and style. There was the slick chic of bassist Heather Elle, quirky guitar playing from Madison Velding-Vandam, the warrior-like drumming from Tai Lee, complete with eye catching pink and blue buzz cut. There has to be a special shout out to percussionist and vocalist Nikki Belfiglio, who snaked her way through each song like a Bellatrix Lestrange and The Worst Witch hybrid. Bodega offered up one of those sets you didn't want to end; their energy was simply intoxicating. If you ever see Bodega on a bill in the UK again, go get yourself a ticket, you won’t regret it. MARIKA HACKMAN A quick search for Marika Hackman among the archives of The Most Radicalist and you’ll find a long old stream of List Picks. Clearly, we’re fans here, and so as the unassuming figure of one Marika Hackman in suit pants and t-shirt took centre stage at the theatrical Olympia, we watched in anticipation… and surprisingly the opening number was a subdued solo performance; a simple, yet timeless, combination of voice and guitar. It harked back to her earlier work, We Slept at Last LP. Although we were really still holding out for the London slacker-pop and guitar-loaded fury of I’m Not Your Man. The following song was good, as was the next, and the next. All in all, the show proceeded with a solid consistency, however the songs lacked distinction from one another. It all melded into one. Not to say that this wasn’t enjoyable, there were wonderful moments of fired-up instrumentals, but following the truly riotous performance of Bodega, this band’s stick-to-your-stage-spots show felt lacking. As time ticked on, we felt sure that fan favourite ‘Boyfriend’ was to come soon. And then…. As if a beam of sunlight shining through the clouds, we heard a familiar opening melody. The witty lyricisms and catchy hooks quickly won the crowd over and the band seemed to enjoy this new-found energy. Closing the show with ‘Boyfriend’ left us with a warm glow, although we wished Marika could have turned up the heat a little sooner. JULIA JACKLIN Firstly, let’s set the scene. It’s Sunday at last, and we’ve carried our festival-worn selves out of bed and down to the trendy Baltic Triangle areas to a revamped warehouse now going by the name of Camp and Furnace. Our looks might be slightly more bedraggled than earlier in the weekend, but luckily for us the scent of loaded patatas bravas fills the air and Julia Jacklin is preparing to take to the stage. Over the past couple of years, this Australian export has found a loyal following here in the UK, having played many festivals and shows throughout the country. Having featured her resplendent, softly accented voice many times through songs like ‘Body’, ‘Cold Caller’ and ‘Eastwick’, we know that this is exactly what we need. Julia Jacklin is one of those artists you can watch any time of day, and although it's only just turned twelve o’clock, her presence at centre stage is entirely reassuring. Her performance is steady and comforting, her glassy vocal drifting over the crowd and settling upon our shoulders. Anyone who had seen Julia Jacklin play before today definitely wasn’t disappointed, she played ‘Head Alone’, ‘Pressure To Party’ and more with utmost confidence, while treating us to a more tender rendition of ‘Don’t Know How To Keep Loving You’. Safe to say, Jacklin remains in our good books as ever. PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS Having been much revived by the street style food and multiple bars inside Camp and Furnace, we were somewhere still milling around underneath the foliage and cotton wool clouds swinging overheard. Nope, we’re not waxing poetic about nature; there was actually plastic leaves and great balls of wool up in the rafters of the venue. However, as fortified as we may have felt, nothing could have prepared us for the Northern rapture that is Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs. The five-piece stoically took to the stage and immediately frontman Matt Baty, with his open, sheer material shirt and cropped black jeans, looked like a man possessed. With each doomy guitar revolution and thunderous percussion, Baty’s body convulsed and posed with each sound, his hands forming strange symbols, and the microphone - wire and all - becoming one with himself. Each member of the band seemed wrapped in their own world, none more so than Baty, but also the lofty, Adam Sykes, standing close to the edge of the stage, playing his guitar with passive compliance. Pigs x7 is a truly engaging band to watch, and even more endearingly, they’re kind and funny while talking to the crowd between songs. They joke about being a happy pop band on the radio and how their song ‘A66’ got their local council to fix a stretch of neglected road. For their final song, it felt as if Pigs x7 would be unstoppable, or spontaneously combust. Then, a parting in the crowd drew our attention - the brooding guitarist Sykes handed his guitar over to a member of the audience, who was doing a rather brilliant job shredding amongst his admiring peers, keeping the momentum going. Like all good things, Pigs x7 set came to an end, leaving us all of little dazed and grinning from ear to ear. http://www.themostradicalist.com/features/festival-finds-6-music-festival-2019/