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AHDHAJA I WAS ON PINTEREST AND I FOUND A CENSORED PICTURE OF KIRK IN A SHOWER CAP AND SOMEONE IN THE COMMENTS SAID TO LOOK UP LARS ULRICH SHOWER CAP PIC AND IF YOU CLICK ON ONE OF THE PICTURES AND SCROLL YOU'LL SEE AN (ALBEIT GRAINY) UNCENSORED PIC OF KIRK

i can rest easy having seen that pic, but the point of this was have YOU seen the pic?

I know the exact pin on Pinterest, and photo of Kirk that you’re talking about💀💀

and being reminded of it’s existence is, well, unpleasant.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT PHOTO IS SO INCREDIBLY CURSED😭😭😭

THE WAY HES JUST HOLDING IT WITH A BIG SMILE😀😀😭💀💀

here’s is the uncensored photo btw

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Kirk Hammett - Metallica

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KRIK HAMSTER!!!!

part1

[iwantkirkhammett]

Okay, was thinkinn and finally my brain went poof again;

Kirky with a non social gf or whatever and so when she finally agrees to go out with him and meet his freinds she gets a little nervous or her social battery gets loww

So once they get home he rewards her somehow, cuddles or treats or sm 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂..?🤭🤭🤭 i dont mind either way I just thought that this might be cute <3

Ty pooks Muah���😍

IM SORRY IF THIS SEEMS RUSHED OR ANYTHING IM SICK RN 💔

tw: smut, p in v sex, fingering, fluff! :)

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔

I stood in front of Kirk, my arms crossed and my irritation evident on my face. He looked at me, almost like a puppy begging for something, puckering his lip. “Please babe…I promise it’ll be fun! They all wanna meet you…” He said with a frown. I sighed, looking at him anxiously. “Kirk you know I don’t like socializing or meeting new-“ and he cut me off, grabbing my cheeks and kissing my forehead. “I know sweetheart, but it’s my band! You’ve seen our shows and everything, I promise you’ll like them. Pretty please?” He asked, and I uncrossed my arms, eventually nodding. “Okay…fine….” I mumbled. “But I don’t wanna be out late and I don’t wanna go somewhere that is loud and obnoxious.” I said, and he chuckled pulling me into a soft hug. “Trust me baby, I already know, don’t gotta tell me your routine.”

Eventually, after a few hours of getting ready, we went to their studio as they had planned to record some new music for an album they were working on. I was beyond nervous, tapping my leg and fiddling with my jewelry. We stood outside for a moment, and Kirk caressed my cheek with one hand. “You’ll do good baby, I know it. They’re gonna love you and you’re gonna love them. You’ll be fine, trust me.” He said, placing a kiss on my forehead and kissing my lips gently. I nodded in response, smiling as he did his best to reassure me. “I hope so…”

Once in and after introducing myself to everyone, I felt much more relaxed and more comfortable now. I was sat on one of the couches in the studio, sitting next to Kirk as they all took a break from hours of recording.

I honestly had zoned out in the middle of their conversing, but James speaking to me cut me out of them. “So, how did you and Kirk meet?” He asked with a smile, and I appreciated him trying to include me. “Oh um….we met at a bar a while back and he asked for my number and…yeah…” I replied awkwardly, getting a bit flustered to which Kirk ended up caressing my thigh a bit to comfort me.

Once I had replied to James, the rest of the band started to talk to me more and I actually found that I was enjoying myself. I was more relaxed and even laughing at jokes every now and then, but I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t starting to get a bit burnt out and drained, and I started to get more quiet as the hours went on. Kirk eventually noticed that my social battery was basically dead, and he patted my thigh with a soft smile before getting up. “Shit, it’s getting late guys, we should just leave it here.” He said, and the band nodded in agreement before they packed up all their equipment.

We said our goodbyes and finally left to go back home, and Kirk smiled at me. “I told you you’d have fun and be okay, didn’t I?”

I rolled my eyes playfully as we pulled up to the house. “Okay…fine you win…” I said while blushing a bit and we got out of the car, to which Kirk came up behind me to hold my hand. “I’m just teasing you, you did really good sweetheart.” He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

We got into the house, and I collapsed onto the bed, sighing in relief. I was drained from all of the socializing and fun, but also sitting in a separate room while they recorded for 4 hours on end wasn’t the best either. Kirk followed in shortly after me, a soft smile appearing on his face as kissed my forehead, pushing my hair out of my face. “You did really good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He said, getting undressed into his normal t-shirt and boxers combo he always wore to bed, while I changed into my pajamas myself. We both got into the bed, and he cuddled up behind me, holding me close. “Say sweetheart, you did so good for me…” He caressed my hip. “How about I give you a reward?” He said, pushing my hair away from my neck and kissing my cheek.

My cheeks ran hot and desire crept up my thighs, and I gasped as he started to gently kiss at my neck, running his hand up and down my back before running it up my shirt. I let out a soft moan, his kisses and love bites so gentle and sweet, his touch also so relaxing and comforting. He then reached up my shirt, gently starting to caress and grope one of my breasts, leading to me pushing up against his hard on and whimpering softly.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I got you, just relax and let me take care of you.” He said suggestively, unhooking my panties from my thighs and off my ankle, reaching over my body. I spread my legs for him, already so desperate for his touch and I looked up at him. “Kirk…please….” I whispered, and he gently kissed my lips before running his fingers through my folds, toying with my clit gently. He chuckled against my lips, sucking and placing hickeys onto my neck as well. “You’re so wet sweet girl, you like when I take care of you?” He asked, plunging a few fingers inside of me and curling them to reach that spot. I gasped in pleasure as he started to work his fingers, leaving me writhing and squirming in the bed with pleasure. “K-Kirk…” I moaned out, softly and in ecstasy from just his fingers. He smirked, kissing my temple. “You’re so pretty…so beautiful, especially like this.” He said, pulling his fingers out and moving me onto my side, beginning to pull his boxers down.

I whined at the emptiness I felt, but he gently rubbed his tip through my folds, hitting my clit to which I let out a moan and jolted in pleasure. “You want my dick baby?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. I nodded quickly. “Please Kirk, please!” I begged out, and he slowly pushed himself in, throwing his head back and letting out a low moan in pleasure. I moaned, gripping onto the sheets as Kirk reached around to grab onto one of my breasts. He started at a gentle steady pace, our soft gasps and moans of pleasure filling the room. “You’re so pretty-ah…So perfect, you’re doing so good baby, taking it so good.” He groaned out, picking up his pace and hitting that one spot that made me melt. I just moaned in response, so focused on the pleasure I felt I couldn’t even get anything out but his name. “Kirk f-faster! Please!” I moaned, and he picked up the pace and reached over to gently rub my clit, sending me right over the edge and driving me crazy. I moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets while Kirk lifted my leg up and hooked it around his arm. “K-Kirk! Fuck! Yes!” I moaned, tightening and clenching around him.

He continued his relentless pace, sucking and kissing on my neck, fondling with my breast, rubbing my clit, and groaning in pleasure. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby, so good, you’re gonna-fuck, you’re gonna drive me insane you know that? So fucking good…” He groaned into my neck, and he pounded that one spot continuously, tears welling up in my eyes from the pleasure. I started to get that feeling I knew all to well, and I grabbed onto the sheets and whimpered out a high pitched moan. “Kirk…o-oh my god! I-I’m so close Kirk please!” I moaned, and he smirked against my neck, pounding faster while his own thrusts got sloppy. “I know baby, cum on my dick, you d-deserve it, I got you.” He grunted out, pounding even faster. I squealed out, releasing all over his cock while my pussy pulsated and tightened around him.

Kirk groaned and squeezed my breast. “J-Just a few more seconds baby, you can take it come on..” The overstimulation was to much, and I was a moaning pleasure filled mess, so fucked out I couldn’t even form sentences anymore. Kirk then thrust few more sloppy times, groaning and gripping onto me as he filled me up with his cum, whispering out sweet little nothings as he did. “So…s-so good baby…so good, you’re so perfect…” He panted, pulling out and spreading my legs a bit to admire his seed dripping out of me.

We both laid there for a few seconds, catching our breath before Kirk turned me around, pulling him close to his chest. I immediately snuggled up, smiling and letting out a content satisfied sigh. He pulled the blanket up over us, kissing my forehead. “Thank you for finally coming to meet the band…” He mumbled tiredly, and I looked up to meet his tired eyes with my own. “I had fun, it was worth it.” I giggled, snuggling up to him again and closing my eyes. “I love you Kirk…” I mumbled, and he chuckled, closing his own eyes. “I love you too sweetheart…” And we both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[slafkovskyhughes]

KIRKY!!!!!!!

the very terrible Valentine’s pt. 4

[orions-choker]

+:★:+*Chapter Nine: Last Caress+:★:+*

A/N: Holy crap sorry for the delay in posting this. I paused writing for a bit because I got to see Metallica live for the first time!!! and then immediately got sick after so this had been sittinf half finished for awhile Im sorry ;-;. Anyways we are getting somewhereeeeee, a small Kirky POV chapter. <3 I just wanted some sweet domestic fluff.

“I think Y/N and Newkid are fucking.” Lars smacked his lips around the words, mouth shoved full with food. He sat at the kitchen table with Kirk and James. Looking into the living room across from them sat Y/N and Jason.

She sat on the floor in front of the couch, her nose buried between the pages of her sketchbook as she worked furiously. Above her sat Jason on the couch, legs sprawled out as he lazily flipped through channels on the television. She had been planted between his legs, occasionally tossing her head back and resting it against Jason’s thigh as she took small breaks.

There was nothing particularly out of the ordinary about it. Everyone was accustomed to how close she was with all the boys, Kirk and Jason especially. “Fuck off dude, there’s no way, I know my sister.” James grunted roughly, kicking at Lars beneath the table.

“Why would you even say that man?” Kirk frowned, his voice coming out a little whinier than expected. “She's always like that.” Kirk scoffed. He looked over to his two best friends, watching curiously as Jason threaded his hand through her hair. The bright smile that crossed her face had Kirk’s stomach churning. She had always been like that, right?

Lars’s laugh was outrageously loud, causing the two in the living room to look over curiously. “Jesus don’t get your fucking panties in a twist.” Lars swallowed the bite he had taken. “You guy’s can't tell me you haven't noticed how touchy they are lately, and how everytime Y/N can't hang out neither can Jason.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

Kirk dropped his gaze down to the table. James scoffed once more, moving from the table into the living room before he seriously hurt the Danish man. Kirk was pretty sure he was going to burn holes into the wood of the table as he stared down. “Someones pissy they didn’t hit it first, maybe you shouldn't have waited three fucking years.” That final taunt from Lars had him standing from the table, the chair screeching loudly as it skidded across the kitchen floor.

Y/N’s eyes caught his, concern on her face as she saw the anger in his eyes. He joined the growing group in the living room, opting to sit beside Y/N on the floor rather than the couch. “You okay Kirky?” She asked softly, placing her hand on his knee and rubbing soothingly.

His shoulders dropped, there that was normal. He smiled at her, “I'm fine, Lars is just being a dick.” He grabbed her hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. She squeezed back lightly before pulling away. She picked up her pencil once more. She knocked her knee into his own as she settled back into her activity.

“When isn’t Lars being an ass.” Jason chuckled. He leaned forward, resting his arms on Y/N’s shoulders. An ugly feeling swarmed under Kirk’s skin, it was an innocuous move yet the seed had been planted in his mind. “Hey Kirk, want to help me practice that riff for the album I’ve been struggling with?”

Every fiber of Kirk’s being wanted to say no, it felt unfair, the sudden anger he had towards his best friend. “Yeah sure dude.” His voice came out sounding more clipped than intended. The two stood up, looking down at Y/N expectantly. She waved them away dismissively. Her tongue peaked out the corner of her lips, her face screwed up in concentration as she smudged the shading of her drawing.

With a shrug Jason stepped away, Kirk following after him towards the home studio in James and Y/N’s house. “You sure you okay man, you seem tense.” Jason asked, settling into a chair, grabbing his bass off a stand. Kirk’s stomach twisted, since when did Jase leave any of his instruments here. Kirk grabbed one of the spare guitars James had as he sat across from the other boy.

His fingers twiddled with the knobs as the two of them tuned the instruments to the same key. “Yeah I’m fine Jase’” He sighed, running a hand through his hair and pushing his bangs out of the way. Jason’s eyes followed the movement, a soft blush on his cheeks. Jason smiled at him and he felt the anger melt away slowly.

“Alright, you can always talk to us.” The emphasis on ‘us’ hung in the air, when had those two become an ‘us’? Kirk nodded wordlessly, fingers plucking at the strings as they began hammering through the issues Jason was having.

Some time had passed before the two of them had it figured out. Only stopping due to the interruption of Y/N’s head peeking into the room. In sync the two of them dropped their instruments, attention turning towards the grinning girl. “Hey you two, how’s it going?” She slid into the room, her hand’s clasped behind her back and head tilted curiously.

There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she nearly skipped towards them. “Figured out the problem I was having.” Jason said, leaning back in his chair. He pulled his thick curls back away from his face, tying them up into a low ponytail. Kirk couldn't help the way his eyes traced the strong outlines of his exposed jawline.

Kirk found his attention drawn between the two of them frequently, one moment his eyes unable to leave the subtle rippling of Jason’s muscles, the next completely infatuated with the softness of Y/N’s lips. It was terribly confusing, leaving his insides feeling like T.V static. Now the sight of Jason relaxed back in the chair, legs spread pulling the fabric of his tight denim over his thighs, head tilted back exposing the expanse of his neck. It had Kirk gulping and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“That’s good.” The words dripped from Y/N’s tongue. Slowly her gaze settled on Kirk. “Everyone else left, I don’t think James is coming home tonight.” The statement was completely innocent, but it sent Kirk’s mind somewhere darker than it should be. “I was thinking, sleepover?”

The two boys shared a look, the easy smile on Jason’s face only proved to make Kirk’s face a little warmer. “Why not, it's been awhile.” He shrugged, standing up with a stretch that had his shirt rising a little higher, there was a flex of tension in his abs that left Kirk’s mouth dry before it disappeared.

Unable to form a coherent thought at the moment Kirk nodded in agreement.”Good because I already ordered pizza.” Y/N said cheekily. She grabbed Kirk’s hands tugging him up and pulling him out of the studio, Jason trailing behind them with a soft chuckle.

True to her word the food was sitting on the coffee table, beer’s cracked open and waiting for them. “If I said no you wouldn’t have let me leave anyways huh?” Kirk said. He smiled down at the excited girl as she opted to sit on the floor rather than the couch once more. It was now that he noticed the shirt she was wearing, one that he had seen on his bandmate before, one that he was pretty sure he himself had stolen. “Is that Jason’s?” He asked, gesturing to the fabric.

Y/N frowned looking down at her shirt. Her hands gripped the edge as she stretched it out, the design distorting slightly. “Huh, probably.” She mused. Kirk’s stomach twisted uncomfortably at the implications. “I stole it from your house last time I was there though.” She shrugged casually.

“Oh.” The feeling settled quickly. Of course she did, she was no stranger to stealing all of their clothes when she wanted something comfortable. “Yeah that sounds about right.” Kirk nodded with a grin, reveling in the way Jason glared at him annoyed.

“Since when did my clothes become the communal clothes?” Jason huffed, leaning forward to grab a slice of pizza. “I don’t remember giving either of you that.” He swallowed around his food. Still there was a pleased tug at the corner of his lips.

Y/N shook with a laugh that had Kirk joining in, the two of them reveling in the torment they put their best friend through. “Sorry Jase’ clearly you have the superior closet.” Y/N squeezed Jason’s hand gently as she rested her head on Kirk’s shoulder.

He liked this. The simplicity of the three of them being together like this. It was easy, like they were an extension of himself he felt at ease. Y/N shuttered out a yawn as she stretched out. “Tired already?” Kirk asked, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, rubbing soft circles. “How are we supposed to stay up all night watching horror movies?”

Jason chuckled, shaking his head. “You know since meeting you two I don’t think I’ve watched anything that wasn't filled with gore or monsters.” His legs stretched out, kicking Kirk gently. “Should we sleep out here?” He asked.

“I have a tape player in my room.” Y/N yawned once more, she shuffled to her feet and grabbed a few movies off the shelf, tossing them into Kirk’s lap. “I’ll stay up I promise.” The boys shared a knowing look as they watched her shuffle up the stairs.

The two quickly tidied the coffee table off, knowing how much it would bother her in the morning if it was still a mess. “Ask us to sleepover and then immediately pass out. What kind of bullshit is that?” Kirk joked, knocking his shoulder into Jason’s as they made their way to Y/N’s room.

Y/N’s room oozed the same comfort she herself did. It was like coming home after a long day as he saw the familiar posters lining her walls, the plushies he had come to learn all the names of, her bed a tangled nest of pillows and sheets. She was sprawled out across the bed lazily.

Kirk smiled at the sight as he moved to the vhs player. He couldn’t be bothered to care what movie he put on. The thought of laying down with Y/N and Jason growing more enticing. “I think you guys have pajamas left here.” She mumbled half awake, waving towards her dresser.

It wouldn’t be the first time Kirk had slept in his jeans but he was grateful he could avoid it. There was a gnawing at his brain, telling him how unusual it was for the both of them to stay so frequently to have clothes left here. They had lived together so long that it just came naturally.

If the pants he grabbed were his or Jason’s he didn’t know. The room went dark aside from the dim fuzzy lighting radiating from the T.V. The two of them settled in on either side of her. The bed was big enough for the three of them as long as they pressed into each other.

It wasn’t unusual Kirk and Jason tossed their arms around the smaller girl, caging her in. She smiled fondly, turning to her side so that her back was pressed to Jason’s chest, her face against Kirk’s chest. What was out of the normal was the way Kirk’s hand searched for the other boys, finding it and intertwining their fingers.

Jason’s hand was larger than his own, engulfing him. He didn’t pull away, squeezing Kirk's hand softly. It sent a warm tingle up Kirk's arm. It seemed…right. The three of them completely entangled with each other. Any of the worries Kirk had earlier that day were washed away by the gentle breathing of his two best friends.

He was drowning in the two of them, with seemingly no savior in sight. If he were to go out like this, with both of them? He decided a while ago he would be okay with that. Jason’s warm hand on his own, Y/N’s soft breath fanning over his chest, their legs crossed over each other in knots. This death would be the closest thing to heaven he could get.

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#5

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRKY-WIRKY!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰😚😚😚🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

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#4

This is my first proper drawing of Jane Doe/Penny Lamb from Ride The Cyclone! I did it last night, it took me around an hour in total :)

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#3

Why is Ozzy so fucking relatable, this is me 24/7

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#2

My friend sent me this photo...

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My #1 post of 2022

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Happy Birthday Kirk 🎈

Metallica performing live at Espace Balard in Paris, France.

November 18, 1984 (Kirk’s 22nd birthday)

© Vanta JP (1 and 2), Bertrand Alary (3, 7, and 9), and Pierre Terrasson (4, 5, 6, and 8)

[w0niecult]

Happy 60th birthday to my fav granny <3

[nyctophiliiiiaaa]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRIK HAMSTER OF ACILLATEM!!!!

part2

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i love kirky's collection!!!!!

Kirk Hammett with his vintage horror collection, 1987.

[beautyandthebeardly]

Top 10 Best Friends in Movies

In preparation of Psych: The Movie, Laura and I decided to do a top 10 of the best friends in movies.  Shawn and Gus would undoubtedly be both of our #1′s if the movie was already out.  Let us hear yours.

She Said:

10. Stainer and Kirky from She’s Out of My League

9.  Keith and Watts from Some Kind of Wonderful

8.  Emma and Knightly from Emma

7. Danny and Rusty from Ocean’s 11

6.  Dantes and Jacopo from The Count of Monte Cristo

5.  Mal and Zoe from Serenity

4. Harry, Ron, and Hermione from The Harry Potter Series

3.  Anne and Diana from Anne of Green Gables (The Good One)

2.  Sam and Frodo from The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

1.  Han and Chewie from The Star Wars Saga

Honorable Mentions:  

Lloyd Dobler and Corey from Say Anything

Will and Layla from Sky High

Burk and Felix from Get Over It

Fezzik and Inigo from The Princess Bride

Calam and Wild Bill from Calamity Jane

He Said:

10. Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid from Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid

9. Kyle and Adam from 50/50

8. Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp from Tombstone

7. Jay and Silent Bob from Clerks

6. Trent and Mike from Swingers 

5. Andy and Red from The Shawshank Redemption 

4. Harry and Sally from When Harry Met Sally

3. Sam and Frodo from The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

2. Oscar and Felix from The Odd Couple

1. Han and Chewie from The Star Wars Saga

Honorable Mentions: 

Will and Chuckie from Good Will Hunting

Royal and Pagoda from The Royal Tenenbaums

Kirk and Stainer from She’s Out of My League

Lloyd Dobler and Corey from Say Anything

Dantes and Jacopo from The Count of Monte Cristo

[orions-choker]

+:★:+* Chapter Eleven: Eye of the Beholder +:★:+*

A/N: I know the poll hasn't ended yet but its pretty clear what the answer is so here's the beginning of the end <3

The room was hot and humid as Y/N woke up with a choked gasp. Her skin was damp and sticking to the sheets that covered her body. She was sandwiched in between two bodies, the warmth becoming overwhelmingly unbearable. As carefully as she could she tossed the sheets from her body. Slowly lifting herself up she threw a leg over Kirk’s body, crawling across his sleeping form. The hardwood floor was cool against her skin as she landed beside the bed.

She moved to turn on the fan, it whirred to life filling the dark bedroom with a gentle white noise. It did little to cool the rising temperature so she tossed open the window next. She found reprieve in the cool breeze that encapsulated her. With a sigh of relief she turned back to the bed. A small sleepy smile crossed her face as she found her spot had been taken.

Instinctively the boys had moved closer together, arms slung across each other as Kirk’s head tucked beneath Jason’s chin. A pang of something indescribable shot through her heart. They were so close to being perfect, the three of them. Kirk just didn’t know it yet. Instead of trying to tuck herself between them once more, Y/N turned to leave the room.

Padding quietly down the hall to the kitchen she grabbed a glass from the cupboard. Filling it with the cool water from the tap she sat down at the small dining table, three chairs rested there. Everything seemed to come in threes for them now. The liquid eased the burn in her throat she hadn’t realized was there. She cursed the hot California summers.

“You okay Y/N?” Suddenly Kirk’s voice rang out across the kitchen. She jumped in surprise, turning to him with a hand on her chest. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”He apologized groggily, his voice just slightly deeper but still sweet. He sat across from her at the table, grabbing her glass and stealing a sip of her water.

She shook her head at the action, getting up to retrieve his own glass. “Yeah I’m okay Kirky, just got too hot in there.” She set it down infront of him. “Sorry if I woke you up, you and Jase’ looked comfy.” She hummed as she sat back down.

Kirk nodded, running a hand through the tangled mess of curls on his head. His eyes were barely cracked open as he looked at her. “It was comfy.” He confirmed. “Not the same without you there though.” He knocked his shoulder into hers, forcing a smile on her tired face. Y/N’s head fell to rest against Kirks shoulder, giggling lightly at the feeling of his hair tickling the side of her face.

“I’ll come back to bed soon, you don’t have to stay out here with me.” She looked up at him, tracing the underside of his jaw with her eyes. He was so pretty it hurt, both him and Jason were. There was a reason her sketchbook was filled to the brim with them. When she was close to Kirk like this the urge to kiss him bubbled up inside of her. Lately it was getting harder and harder to push it back down.

His eyes dropped down to hers, smiling fondly at her. His hand came up to caress the side of her face gently. The touch was warm and familiar, she leaned into it. “Nah I’ll wait, Jason sleeps heavy he’ll be fine for a bit.” He yawned after he spoke, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. She was pulled closer into his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. With the proximity they were practically sharing Kirk’s chair.

It seemed domestic and simple. Could she really be awarded such a prize, two boys who made her feel like she was on top of the world. There was the urge to break the facade, be honest and be rid of the guilt that gnawed at her, she was stringing him along. She would have to be honest about it at some point.

The sound of the clock ticked away in the otherwise silent room. A couple minutes passed before she rose once more. Kirk followed her wordlessly back to Jason’s bedroom, their bedroom. The bed dipped under their weight but the jostling did little to wake her sleeping boyfriend. She tucked herself against his chest, Kirk coming behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. Maybe it was selfish but she didn’t want to ruin this quite yet. It could wait.

Waking up with them in the morning had become quite the routine as well. Jason woke up first, she never missed the way he kissed both of their foreheads when he thought they were still asleep, maybe Kirk was but Y/N certainly wasn’t. Any other woman would be appalled at the intimacy between her boyfriend and another person, instead it made her feel warm.

By the time the two of them finally forced themselves out of bed Jason had some sort of breakfast ready for them. Kirk’s hand slipped easily into hers as they stumbled into the kitchen together. Jason’s grin sent a blush across her face. “Cute,” Jason mumbled as he leaned back in his chair. Kirk dropped her hand as they sat down across from the other man. Sleepily he shoved a piece of toast in his hand and Y/N couldn’t help but watch in adoration. Everything he did was sickeningly cute, she could tell by the look on Jason’s face he felt the same. Part of Y/N wondered if they ever needed to talk about this, could they just go on like this forever. “Thanks Jase, I love you man.” He groaned as he swallowed his food, chasing it with his juice.

The blush that spread on Jason’s face had Y/N giggling. Sure, Kirk had meant it platonically but the words spurred something in Jason and watching him struggle was at least a little bit entertaining. “Are you guys ready to be stuck on a bus for a year again?” Y/N asked, leaning forward on the table and resting her head against her arms. “You guys are packed for tomorrow right?”

She watched as a series of emotions crossed their faces. “Ah fuck,” Jason groaned, his head titled back, his light curls falling over the back of the chair and the smooth skin of his neck being stretched out. The sight made Y/N’s mouth go dry. Kirk tensed beside her and she had a fleeting thought he might feel the same. “Totally forgot, well I know what we're doing today.”

Y/N shook her head quickly. “We? No way I packed my shit.” She protested. “I’m not helping you two with that. Her laugh echoed through the apartment as she saw their pleading faces. “In fact, I think I’m going out with Steph today.” She hummed thoughtfully.

She watched as Kirk bristled at the name of her old friend. She didn’t often get to go out with her anymore, usually spending each moment with the band or Kirk and Jason specifically. Truthfully Y/N didn’t believe Kirk ever got over the small crush she once harbored for her friend Steph. “Seriously? And abandon us?” Kirk asked, gesturing to him and Jason.

“Go have fun Y/N.” Jason shook his head with a smile. “We’ll be all ready to go by the time we get back.” He assured her, nudging Kirk's shoulder with his own. It wiped the pout off his face. “Say hi to her for me yeah?” Steph was about the only person who knew of her and Jason’s relationship.

With a nod Y/N stood up from the dining table, ruffling both boy’s hair before moving to the shared bathroom. For technically being Jason’s apartment there sure was a lot of hers and Kirk’s things around. The shelves in the shower lined with a mixture of their things, three toothbrushes rested in the holder on the counter. It was endearing and concerning all the same. What would happen to them when the truth came out. Kirk couldn’t stick around like this forever could he?

The warm water seemed to temporarily wash away her worries. By the time she got out of the shower Kirk and Jason were already sitting on the floor, bags open and clothes sprawled around them. Their knees knocked into each other comfortably as they folded and packed away their things. The water from her body dripped onto the hardwood floors and she pulled the towel around herself tighter.

She moved past them to Jason’s dresser, rummaging through the mixture of clothes. There was the distinct feeling of being stared at, eating away at her skin. She looked over her shoulder to find two sets of hungry eyes on her. Suddenly self conscious she grabbed the clothes in her arms to cover a bit more of her body. “Stop it.” She snapped at them with a blush.

It seemed to break them out of the trance. A mumbled combination of apologies as they averted their gaze. If it were just her and Jason she would have gotten dressed right there, with Kirk’s presence however she slipped back into the bathroom. She didn’t think he would complain if she had stripped in front of him though.

Leaving them with a quick goodbye, Y/N made her way down to the bar, her old place of employment briefly. Steph had never left, truthfully she believed the woman had way more potential than this place. She smiled as she entered the sight of the tall dark haired woman at the bar, a glass in one hand and a towel in the other. It was empty, exactly what Y/N wanted.

“There's my favorite girl.” Steph greeted her with a grin, her black lipstick cracking slightly across her lips. It made her blush. “I didn’t know I was going to have such a pretty visitor today.” She said as she leaned over the counter. Y/N sat in front of her, struggling to keep her eyes trained on Steph's face. She still couldn’t deny the woman was beautiful.

With a scoff and a roll of her eyes Y/N responded. “Oh stop with the flattery you already know I love you.” Her fingers drummed against the wooden countertops. “Think it’ll be busy here today?” She asked with a raise of her eyebrow. “I need some serious one-on-one time with you.” The sigh that followed was heavy.

Steph placed a drink down in front of her on the bar. “Busy here? Never.” She laughed. Her face contorted in concern. “What's going on Y/N? This wouldn't have anything to do with your two boyfriends would it?” Her tone was light and playful as she made fun of her predicament, but Y/N could tell there was genuine care behind her words.

Groaning, she took a sip of the drink, hissing at the harsh taste of vodka. It was probably too early in the day to be drinking, it didn’t stop her. Sometimes it frightened her how much the guys had rubbed off on her. “That's exactly what it’s about, Kirks not my boyfriend.” She reminded her. How true was that really? He might as well have been. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep lying to him for my own benefit.”

“I don't understand what the big deal is.” Steph shrugged. “You and Jase both have the hots for him, clearly he's got some sort of thing for both of you the way he clings to you.” There was a clanging of glasses as she set down clean ones behind her on the shelf. “Just ask him out, I think you’re making this harder than it has to be.”

Y/N frowned at the suggestion. “Ask him out?” she scoffed at the idea. “And what we all fuck around like hippies, no thanks I dont like sharing.” The thought brought up an ugly feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want to share either of them with random people, that sounded like hell.

Steph shook her head with a sigh. “Dude you know it can just be the three of you right, doesn’t mean you have to all become swingers or something.” The words slapped Y/N across the face. “Free love or whatever man.” She laughed, doing her best impression of a stoner as she held her fingers up in a peace sign.

The gesture made Y/N laugh, lightening the mood once more. “I don't know Steph, how does someone even ask that, even if Jason was on board who’s to say Kirk wouldn’t be freaked out.” She had downed her drink faster than she realized, Steph was quick to replace it. “I would hate to lose our friendship over asking him something weird like that.”

“Aren't you worried about losing your friendship when he finds out you and Jase are dating?” Her friend pointed out. “I think you’re screwed no matter what way you look at it.” She leaned her weight against the bar top. “If you take the chance you might be pleasantly surprised, i've seen the way he looks at both you and Jason, he totally wants to fuc-”

She was cut off by Y/N’s abrupt screeching. “Stop, stop!” she urged Steph, slapping her hands lightly. “I get it, I get your point.” She really didn’t need to deal with the mental image of the three of them being intimate. She thought about it enough privately to know the effect it had on her. “I can't tell you this was insightful or if you just made it worse.” Y/N joked.

The idle chatter between the girls died down as Y/N nursed her drink. The three of them dating? Just them vs the world. How much would really change from the way things were now. Would Jason agree to something like that, would Kirk? A resolve settled in her stomach. This conversation had to happen before they were trapped together on the road for months. It had to happen today before it ate away at her.

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The Lies He Told: Dave Buchansky’s Multitude of Deception and the REAL Reason Mayte Garcia Was Barred from the 2017 Anniversary Celebration

It was something discussed among Prince fans leading up to the 2017 Celebration that marked the one year anniversary of his passing: would Prince's first ex-wife, Mayte Garcia, show up? Would she answer questions about “that book”? And, would she be welcomed by Prince’s family and his other proteges and collaborators?

Two weeks prior to Celebration 2017, Garcia released a tell-all about her marriage to Prince that many saw as a money-making endeavor since she announced the release less than 4 months after his death. Prior to the release of the book, Mayte consented to a series of cover stories for People magazine, most with inflammatory headlines crafted to exploit all the salacious content and scandals possible. Garcia, who actively and proudly promoted these People posts on her Twitter account, would later send her friend to different social media sites to say the magazine, that is part of Time-Warner Books and owned/operated by Hachette Books---Mayte's publisher, blindsided her.  This was only after potential buyers expressed discontent that Prince was being labeled a “pedophile,” and “abuser.” A call placed to the magazine's PR department confirmed for us that Garcia was wholly aware of the different articles and the bylines disseminated publicly, and that she never expressed dissatisfaction at any time. Social media was mostly aghast and the Prince fan community was divided into two camps: pro-Mayte and anti-Book. These events are what fed speculation as to whether she would be in Minneapolis on April 21, 2017.

The truth is known in Minneapolis, according to a source close to the music scene “here, we've always known the truth about Mayte.” However, the public does not. According to that friend of Mayte's---Dave Buchansky, who rock journalist Lonn Friend described as Mayte's professional “tagalong”*, she wasn't going to the Celebration because of threats issued that compromised her safety.  Dave issued a statement shared across social media that said death threats to Mayte and her daughter would not allow her to travel there and that the local law enforcement was being kept abreast of the situation. He issued a similar statement in October 2016 after someone in an audience at an after party following the tribute show threw a bottle of water at her. The claim in April was not only untrue, but many who were instrumental in working the Celebration were unaware of any threats.  

This isn’t the first time Dave has fabricated contact with law enforcement in a pathetic attempt to overstate his importance in the world.  He has, in the past, said that he’s reported people to the FBI, to the police, etc., and fictional tales of swat teams with guns seizing upon the homes of people who do not speak with blind adoration for Mayte.  Dave watches way too many episodes of “Law & Order.” Law enforcement does not work that way, it is very procedural. Dave does not have that kind of power. People in the industry do not know who he is unless you say “Prince’s ex-wife’s best friend,” and even then, you get the Mariah Carey, “I don’t know her” response. Essentially, he is duping Mayte’s supporters and stirring them up into a frenzy based on nothing more than his say so.  But such is the case with truly emasculated men.

All it takes is a phone call to these agencies to learn that recently, Dave nor Mayte has filed any such complaint.  Reports are always filed in the state where the victim resides (in Mayte’s case, CA), not where the suspect resides (like Arizona where he claims to have reported someone in October 2016). What one may find is there is are reports on file bearing his name as the offender throughout the country because of his history of harassing people, particularly women, on Mayte’s behalf.  There is proof they exist, along with case numbers and the names of officers and detectives assigned to each case.  

If the charges Dave has leveled against people weren't so serious, it would be laughable because “threats on Mayte’s life” is the excuse he continues to use to justify the fact that people who were close to Prince don't like Mayte, not out of jealousy, but because she's not a good person; it's all show. Many on the inside did like her at one time and tried to include her, but her true self revealed a woman with a nasty attitude who allowed Dave to control her and her surroundings using the force of his body weight and not much else.  Some have observed that Dave has little respect for Mayte’s intelligence because if he did think she was a smart woman, he would have followed through in making sure the business affairs she left in his domain were complete and followed the letter of the law starting with the charity’s business in Florida.

Dave did not even file the annual report and $400 fee to the state of Florida to keep her charity in good standing there.  He acquired charitable status in FL for Mayte’s Rescue on December 23, 2014. Florida’s Attorney General dissolved the charity on September 25, 2015 due to this administrative oversight the Vice President of the charity (Dave) should have stayed on top of.  Surely, he will blame this on Anamaria Mendez, who is listed as an “agent”.  It is uncertain as to whether Mendez would defend any blame placed upon her or what her relationship is to Mayte and is she is in good standing with her.  Regardless of who he blames, the IRS invalidates the 501(c)3 status of any nonprofit not in good standing in any state.  So, even though Mayte posted two postcards of filings (and, yes, Mayte, you DO have to file a postcard under $50,000, they just don’t ask for the exact income amount), not being in good standing in Florida could invalidate her federal IRS tax-exempt status upon report, which would make it nearly impossible to register in CA until she cleared all of it up.  If she self-reports this discrepancy, she may just have to pay fines and the matter will go away upon registration in CA with DOJ (see CA DOJ FAQs).  If it is reported by others, she may not get it back without a long and expensive battle. If past behavior is a predictor of future behavior, Mayte, Dave and the rest of her “Get-A-Long Gang” will blame others and point fingers just as they have attempted to do with regards to the Celebration.

The real deal is that Mayte called up Kirk Johnson, whom she affectionately refers to as “Kirky J,” and asked him if she could set up a table to sell and sign her book to Prince fans at the Celebration. “Kirky J” basically told her, in more colorful language, “hell to the no, to the no, no, no!”  Whatever you may want to think about “Kirky J,” he was right in denying her that request.  Mayte wanted to turn the Celebration of Prince's life and music into her own purple paisley party to celebrate the release of her version of reality that doesn’t jive with the version she and Prince shared over the last 20 years.  Furthermore, it really wasn’t the place to peddle her goods. Yes, for the 89 millionth time, we know she was briefly married to Prince (although his marriage to Mani lasted longer; even his friendship with Denise lasted longer than his first marriage), and we know she gave birth to his only child that we are aware of. It does not bear repeating if she’s so confident about her place in the larger story of his life.

Sure some people don’t like Mayte or how she took the opportunity of Prince’s death to profit, but death threats? Perhaps there were, but like with the charity whose CA DOJ registration letter we still have yet to see (IRS 990 postcard is no substitution), we haven’t seen evidence of these threats, nor have we seen proof of the police reports Dave purports were filed. In fact, Dave has spent the last two days slandering various individuals, saying he has screenshots and proof. Again, laughable, but serious.   

If he has them, then show them!

Mayte fans should, especially, want him to post them if they are going to the wall to support her and even defame those they have been led to believe have victimized Mayte.  It is not that hard.  Someone who is lying feels they MUST continuously justify the lie, that’s clear sign that the truth is nowhere in sight.  The only person out there running their mouth is Dave. Forget all the double talk, back talk and over talking, Dave needs to stop talking! He’s been talking for years**. Show us the goods or go away! He needs to prove all of his accusations are true otherwise he is guilty of the same libel and defamation he says he is a victim of.  All the charges about Dave can be proven.  Dave has, on a popular Prince fan site, called him abusive, said he knew “for a fact” Prince broke the arm/hand of a former protege from the 80’s he claims to have spoken to (though she never met him or confided in him), said Prince was a drug addict, a drunk, and like Dave himself, a regular ecstacy abuser “for a fact” up through 1996. All of this has been on prince.org for more than a decade under the username “meltedman”.  Dave has even gone so far as to say he and “his boys” scared Prince out of a club because Prince showed up without a bodyguard and argued with Mayte. Really?! Have you ever seen Prince in photos travel without a bodyguard? Follow Dave’s insane logic for a minute: a 5’2” 120 lb. man who couldn’t even go to the mall without being chased was going to a club, at night, by himself and was going to go up against someone as big as Dave? In what realm of “alternative facts” is Dave living in?!

Dave uses lies and excuses to justify the childish and immature behaviors of a grown woman who refuses to take responsibility for her own life and own affairs apart from Dave.  If Dave wasn’t spending all his time obsessing over the goings on in Mayte’s life imagine what he could accomplish for himself in his own life: a career, a marriage, a family and children of his own.  But instead, he runs behind a middle-aged woman too engulfed in her fantasies to handle her own affairs and wastes endless hours, days and years putting out fires he starts (like not registering with CA DOJ, leaking her book) under the guise of being her representative and keeping Mayte helplessly dependent on him for everything---all of this is due to the lies he’s told. For Dave or even Mayte to say she wasn’t invited to the Celebration would be a total embarrassment for them both because it would call into question the validity of her book (see our previous posts that fact check the book’s content) and all she’s ever wanted us to believe (including the foolish notion that Prince was strung out over her until the day he died) is proven to be a figment of her distorted reality; a reality, that if abandoned, may also mean that she abandons her friendship with Dave.  And that is something that he just can’t have. 

Show the proof, Dave, or it didn’t happen!

* An excerpt from Lonn Friend’s book, Sweet Demotion

** Among Dave’s lies: he's a lawyer (attended several, but never graduated from college let alone law school), that he worked for Prince at Paisley (Prince didn't want him near his business and didn’t like him).