#BACK AT MY HOUSE I GOT A CALIFORNIA KING
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themiserablechick · 8 months ago
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“I DON’T CARE THAT YOURE A STONER, RED WINE SUPERNOVA FALL RIGHT INTO ME”
-Chappell Roan
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hatfordheadquarters · 4 months ago
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Jeremy Knox would fuck so hard with Chappell Roan.
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youfoundheavenn · 7 months ago
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BABYYYY WHY DONT YOU COME OVERRRR RED WINE SUPERNOVAAA FALLING INTO MEEEEEE I DONT CARE THAT YOU’RE A STONER RED WINE SUPERNOVAAA FALL RIGHT INTO MEEEE
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channelrat · 7 months ago
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i love trying to go about my day when spotify just
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nebulaedaniel · 1 month ago
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dan’s favorite chappell roan song being red wine supernova is so FOR ME. babyboy is always correct. not enough people appreciate red wine supernova
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boffinsandbeasties · 5 months ago
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i dont think i was actually alive until i was doing the red wine supernova chappell bounce at queeraoke looking down at a bunch of lesbians screaming with delight. i think my life up to now was just a prelude maybe
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thistled-nook · 5 months ago
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On another note BABYYYYYY WHY DONT YOU COME OVERRRRR RED WINE SUPERNOVAAAAA FALL RIGHT INTO MEEEEEE
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trips2saturn · 7 months ago
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artaelyn · 4 months ago
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Touch me, baby! put your lips on mine. We could go to hell, but we’ll prob’ly be fine
Ooh, I know you want it! Baby, you can have it!
Oooh, I’ve never done it! Naked in manhattan!!
Touch me, baby! (touch me, touch me, TOUCH ME, TOUCH ME!)
Touch me, baby! (NAAAAKED IN MANHATTAN!)
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newagevictorianorphan · 4 months ago
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rip richard nixon if u were alive to listen to red wine supernova i think u would suffer a heart attack and die of a blood clot
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m3ant-t0-f4ll-apart · 6 months ago
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CHAPPELL ROAN THE WOMAN YOU ARE
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lesbiofthevalley · 7 months ago
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chappell roan loml
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dejasenti99 · 8 months ago
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bowie goes home and blasts red wine super nova after work every single day thinking about one (1) girl shes too nervous to talk to outside of a work setting
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miamignonette · 8 months ago
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chappell roan has never publicly labeled her sexuality as far as i’m aware which is perfectly fine but she has been upfront about some of her songs being about men and i’ve seen people get angry about it because it doesn’t fit the image they want her to have…maybe she’s happily and unabashedly queer AND bi. it’s possible! the fact that she’s dated men and written songs about it doesn’t invalidate the queerness of her art, regardless of whether she’s bi or a lesbian or chooses not to label herself at all. basically just act normal and don’t project whatever you want onto her
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solibrie · 9 months ago
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and chappell roan comes in with the steel chair
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hiiikiko · 2 months ago
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𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜 [2] : casual
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“well, back at my house.. i got a california king.”
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ellie williams x femme!reader | friends with benefits
tlou masterlist | casual masterlist
tw: smut, swearing, alcohol, smoking, and maybe a few more things idk i’m tired leave me alone
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It had been two weeks, TWO whole weeks since that night with Ellie. The lack of communication after didn’t bother you all that much, I mean, she was in a band after all so you didn’t have much hope to begin with anyway but still, she could at lest acknowledge you at her gigs, not because she slept with you but because you were her drummer’s little sister. Whatever, it totally didn’t bother you. You weren’t going to let yourself get hung up on some girl with an ego too big for her own good, besides, you had a new band to focus on, some small band had reached out to you weeks ago, it was actually one of the reasons you decided to go to Seattle.
After your band broke up all because of some petty drama, you felt lost and then your relationship went to shit. You had no band, no friends, and no real family, you were feeling lost and down on your luck when ding!
thwlves: Hey, we’re a small band from Seattle. We saw your videos and heard your band broke up, wanna join ours? We’d pay for your ticket.
Fuck it, a free ride? That’s all you needed to hear, you packed your bags and left the next day. The day after meeting Ellie, you went to the address they had sent you. You’d seen their videos, they were a pretty small garage band, nowhere near the popularity The Infected had accumulated, they were still in their garage band phase but they did buy you your ticket and you owed them for that. Arriving to the house they sent you, it was nice, in the suburbs, you liked it. There was Abby, the drummer, god, she was built, owen the bassist, and Manny, the lead guitarist. They were all pretty nice people but you soon learned that a Abby and Ellie had unspoken beef, nobody cared to fill you in. Whatever, it didn’t bother you that much.
You and the band had great chemistry, your vocals paired perfectly with what they were going for, a grunge kind of feel, typical for the Seattle Scene. You were finally able to organize a gig at a small hole in the wall bar, the band was all very excited for it, including you. Jesse said he would come, despite his extreme dislike for your newfound friends.
The day of the gig, you woke up with a headache from not getting much sleep from the previous night. You had performed in bigger bars so why are you so damn nervous? Maybe it was the fact that Jesse had mentioned that Ellie wanted to come so that she could ‘scout the competition.’
She’s just trying to get a better idea of how battle of the bands will turn out, you reassured yourself.
Getting ready for the gig was actually pretty fun, Jesse’s ‘girlfriend,’ Dina, helped you do your hair and even loaned you a cute little black skirt. You decided to dress up a little but not too much. You wore a flannel, a nod at the gloomy Seattle weather, a black denim mini skirt, and some graphic tee you fished out of Jesse’s closet, paired with fishnets and your docs. You felt good as you made your way downstairs, waiting for Abby to pick you up and take you to get something to eat before y’all headed out.
“Hey,” you looked up from your phone to see Ellie, she was looking you up and down.
“Oh, hey,” you give her a soft smile, hoping things wouldn’t be awkward between the two of you.
“Good luck on your, uh, gig,” Ellie said, you could’ve sworn you detected a hint of sarcasm but before you could confront her, Abby drove up and called out your name. Sneaking one more glance at Ellie, you saw a scowl plastered on her face as she looked in Abby’s direction.
“Bye,” you gave a little wave before jumping into Abby’s van.
“Y/n, what the hell were you doing with her?” Abby looked you up and down, with a hint of disgust.
“Oh, calm down, Abs. She’s just there to see my cousin,” you watched Ellie walk into the apartment building through the rear view mirror, “Nothin’s goin on between us. I promise.”
“Good,” and with that, the rest of the drive was filled with friendly conversation and gossip about Manny’s latest venture.
After dinner, you and the rest of the band headed to the venue, butterflies creeping into your stomach as you thought about all the emerald eyes that would be focused on you but as soon as you made your way onto that stage, all the butterflies fluttered out and fueled your energy. The unfamiliar crowd actually gave you some applause, not as much as they would have given the Infected, but enough to bring a smile onto your face. Everything had been going so good that you almost didn’t notice Ellie, leaning against the bar, whiskey in hand, eyeing your figure with a dark look in her eyes.
When you finished the set list, you made your way through the crowd full of girls telling you how pretty you looked and how good you sounded, guys trying to get with you, and old people telling you how you reminded them from some singer of their childhood, then you finally made your way to the bar. Jesse had his armed draped around Dina and Ellie had hers wrapped around some girl’s waist, pulling her in, a smirk on her lips as she whispered something in her ears. You tried not to stare but it was hard not to when Ellie was eyeing you, almost like she was imagining that you were the one she was holding. God, she really was good, wasn’t she? She knew exactly how to get to you, you don’t know why she was doing it but damn, it was effective.
“Thanks,” you smiled at Dina who was totally fingerling over you, “Anyway, I better head out, I have a job interview tomorrow at Valiant Music Shop.” Jesse had been nagging you about bills and rent so you finally caved in and started your job search, so far the Pinnacle theatre and Barko’s Pet Shop had turned you down.
“‘Bout damn time, you got your lazy ass out,” Jesse said, his accent pulling in strong when he said ‘damn.’
You scoff, “Okay, dad,” Jesse playfully shoves you before wishing you good night and turning around to order another whiskey.
It’s another cold and damn night, you pull the thin flannel tighter around you.
“Cold?” A voice rasps out from behind you.
“What gave you that idea? Was it the way i’m shaking like a newborn deer or the way my nose looks like it belongs to Rudol-,” your breath hitches in your throat when you see it’s Ellie, her hair wet and a red hand print across her cheek as she fishes out a cigarette from her back pocket, “What happened to you?”
Ellie looks almost confused by your question until you point to her cheek, “Oh, little miss ‘I’m your biggest fan’ didn’t like the fact that I was staring’ at you the whole night,’ you can’t tell if she’s being serious or if she’s teasing so you decide to tease her back, “I mean, I did look pretty good up there.”
“Damn right you did,” Ellie puts the cigarette up to her lips, rolling it between her teeth before lighting it.
You thank god that it’s dark right now because if it weren’t, Ellie would’ve gotten a good view of how red your cheeks were. Actually, you couldn’t tell if they were red from how fuckin’ cold it was or from the way Ellie wrapped her jean jacket around you, “Thanks,” you mutter. She smells so good, like American Spirit cigarettes and a woodsy cologne. Ellie edged closer to you and whispered against your neck, “You really did look hot up there.”
She laid a few kisses on your neck, making her way down to the edge of your shirt, she let out a dismayed sigh and pulled up your shirt so that she could continue peppering you with kisses. Your whimpers echoing throughout the alley as her hands found their way under your bra and played with your hardened nipples.
“E-Ellie,” you tug at her belt loop, silently hoping she gets the hint.
“Hm?” she mumbles around your neck.
“Can we go back to your place,” you bashfully whisper.
“You sure about that, doll? Wouldn’t your band mates be mad that their precious singer is gettin’ her pretty cunt toyed with by a member of their rival band, hm?”
Your mind races, she’s right, Abby would be pretty fuckin’ mad but on the flip side, this would just be one off night, right?
“It’s fine, they dont havta know,” you kiss Ellies jawline, feeling her muscles curl into a smile.
“‘Kay, wait here, lemme grab my car.’
The rain pattered on the top of Ellie’s truck, creating a serene atmosphere.
“Fuck, sorry, my roommate just texted, said she has some ‘company’ over, if you get my meanin’.”
“Oh,” you say, trying to hide how disappointed tou really were, “Well, back at my house.. I got a California king..”
“Yea?” Ellie says, even though you can’t see her, you can practically hear the smirk on her lips.
Making your way up the apartment, Ellie ha her hands on your waist and is kissing you against any surface she can, when you reach the apartment, you struggle to fish the key out from your bag and Ellie’s not making it easier. She has her chest pressed against your back, her hand trailing down your skirt and her other hand on your stomach as she kisses your neck, “hurry the fuck up,” she mumbles against your skin, barely audible. Did she mean for you to hear that? You don’t know and nor do you care, you just need to get laid.
When you finally get the door open, Ellie, obviously familiar with Jesse’s apartment from when she used to live there, pulls you into your room and pushes you onto the bed, not breaking the kiss the entire time. She trails her denim clad knee up your leg, nudging them open so she can rub her calloused fingers against your soaking wet underwear.
“Fuck, so wet for me, baby,” she says as your hands trail up her chest, signalling her to take off her shirt. She pulls it off swiftly, her wet hair dripping on your exposed chest, your shirt long forgotten in the hallway.
Your hands go back to her chest, making your way under her bra, pinching her nipples as your knee makes it’s way up so it can nudge against her aching clit.
“Mm, fuck, you’re so good at this,” Ellie whimpers out, her hands guiding yours down to her unbuttoned jeans and into her boxers, where you rub her pretty wet cunt.
“Can’t talk this anymore,” Ellie says through gritted teeth, getting up and pulling off your skirt and underwear along with her jeans and boxers. You sat up as Ellie positions herself so that she’s in between your legs, then she slowly starts to grind herself against you, pretty little moans and ‘fuck’s leave her lips, the sensation of your needy clit rubbing against her filled her with need and a thirst for more of you, especially when you would moan out her name. Ellie opened her eyes and sneaked a glance of you, you looked so fuckin’ lewd, your head thrown back, mouth in a perfect ‘O’ shape, your pretty tits bouncing, beggin for her to use them. She needs more of you, she pulls your leg up over her shoulder so she can get as close to you as possible, your whimpers bouncing off the walls, you were getting so close already and Ellie could tell, her teeth gently digging into your shoulder, sending waves of pleasure to your brain as your pussy clenches around nothing, “Close,” you pathetically whimper out.
“Me, too,” Ellie whimpers, god, she sounds pretty. Her voice a little raspy from the cold but still dripping with need, “Cum f’me, baby, I’ll come with you.”
That was all you needed, your hips bucking up against Ellie’s, your body filling with warmth, your back arching, and your hands roaming over Ellie as you rode out your high. You looked at Ellie, who had her head hanging, hiding her pretty eyes, her pretty tits looked so pretty in the moonlight, and her hands placed firmly on your chest. After she came, she collapsed onto you, letting herself linger for a few minutes, savouring the warmth of your chest pressed against hers, before getting up an putting her clothes back on and saying, “Good luck on your job interview tomorrow, doll,” before winking and heading out into the damp night.
Your mind stil fuzzy, you wrap yourself in your blankets and close your eyes, mind racing about what tomorrow would bring.
The next morning, you get dressed and make your way downtown, you had ten minutes to the interview. Wearing the same clothes from last night, you were in a rush and didn’t care to put together a new outfit, and only had enough time to throw your hair into a pony tail and do your makeup so you didn’t look like a background character in Night of the Living Dead.
The chime of a bell welcomes you through the door of Valiant Music Shop, you see a young boy working at the counter, “Morning, I’m here for my interview? My names Y/n.”
His face shows that he knows what you’re going on about, “Alrighty, just hold on a sec and I’ll grab out manger, she’ll be out shortly.”
You nod and turn around to inspect some records behind you, thats when you hear an all too familiar voice, “Morning, doll.”
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[a/n:] hope y’all liked this :) sorry for getting it out kinda late, i think the next release will be tmrw :)
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