#Austin Ou

[yourmomsawh0r3]

neighbor

pairing: joel miller no apocalypse x f! reader

Y/N moved into her new house with a sense of optimism that matched the clear skies of Austin. It was a charming little place, painted a soft shade of blue, with a porch that begged for morning coffee and warm Texas evenings. But the best part? It had plenty of space for her loyal golden retriever, Willie, to run around and explore.

Willie was the kind of dog who made friends wherever he went his sunny disposition and constant wagging tail were impossible to resist. But there was one person Willie hadn’t quite won over yet: the broody, handsome neighbor next door, Joel Miller.

Joel had lived in the neighborhood for years, and he kept to himself. He had the rugged look of someone who had seen a lot and preferred silence to conversation, with dark, graying hair and a beard that matched his serious demeanor. He was the type of guy who mowed his lawn in perfect lines and always made sure to put the trash out on time. Y/N found him intriguing, even if he barely acknowledged her when they crossed paths.

The first time she tried to introduce herself, Joel had been unloading wood from the back of his truck. “Hey, I’m Y/N! Just moved in next door,” she had called out cheerfully, giving him a friendly wave.

Joel had glanced up briefly, nodding with a gruff, “Joel,” before going back to his task.

Not exactly the warmest welcome, but Y/N wasn’t deterred. Willie, on the other hand, took it as a personal mission to crack Joel’s tough exterior. Every time they went outside, Willie would bound over to Joel’s yard, dropping his favorite tennis ball at the man’s feet. And every time, Joel would just stare at the ball for a moment before tossing it back, usually with a muttered, “Go on, get.”

But despite his outward gruffness, Y/N started noticing little things that made her heart flutter. Like how Joel would check his mail right as she was coming home from work, his timing a little too perfect to be a coincidence. Or how he’d linger a bit longer than necessary when their paths crossed, his eyes softening when she’d laugh at one of Willie’s antics.

One particularly sunny afternoon, Willie decided to take matters into his own paws. Y/N was in the backyard, trying to set up a stubborn hammock between two trees, when Willie suddenly bolted through the open gate, headed straight for Joel’s yard. She called after him, but Willie had one thing on his mind: Joel.

She hurried after him, breathless and a little embarrassed, only to find Joel kneeling down, scratching behind Willie’s ears with a rare, almost reluctant smile on his face. “Willie, you can’t just invade people’s yards,” Y/N scolded gently, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Joel glanced up, caught in the act of being affectionate. “He’s persistent, I’ll give him that,” he said, and for the first time, there was a hint of warmth in his voice. “Doesn’t seem to care that I’m not much of a dog person.”

Y/N chuckled, bending down to ruffle Willie’s fur. “Yeah, he doesn’t take no for an answer. Kind of like me.”

Joel’s lips twitched, almost like he was holding back a smile. “That so?”

She grinned up at him, a challenge in her eyes. “Yep. So you might as well give in. We’re not going anywhere.”

After that, something shifted between them. Joel started offering a curt wave when he saw her, and sometimes she’d catch him watching her and Willie play fetch in the yard, a soft, almost wistful expression on his face. And on one crisp fall morning, when Y/N found herself struggling to lift a heavy box out of her car, Joel appeared out of nowhere, offering his help with a gruff, “Here, let me.”

Their friendship grew in small, tentative steps. Joel would stop by when Y/N was tending her garden, giving her advice on how to keep the pesky squirrels away. Y/N would bring over a batch of cookies or fresh lemonade, claiming she had made too much. They’d end up sitting on her porch, talking about everything and nothing, while Willie sprawled out at their feet.

One evening, after a particularly long workday, Y/N found herself caught in a sudden rainstorm. She made a mad dash for her porch, but by the time she reached it, she was soaked through. Willie was right behind her, his fur damp and fluffy. Joel, who had been sitting on his own porch reading a book, looked up at the commotion and shook his head with an amused sigh.

“Hang on,” he called out, disappearing inside his house for a moment before returning with a large, dry towel. He crossed the yard and handed it to her, their fingers brushing for a split second. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her despite the chilly rain.

“Thanks, Joel,” she said softly, wrapping the towel around herself.

He shrugged, trying to seem casual, but there was a softness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before. “Can’t have you catching a cold, now can we?”

A few weeks later, as winter approached, Y/N found herself struggling with a string of Christmas lights, trying to hang them around her porch. Willie sat by, wagging his tail, as she wrestled with the tangled mess. She was just about ready to give up when Joel’s voice came from behind her.

“You’re doing that all wrong.”

Y/N turned, hands on her hips, to find him standing there with a smirk. “Oh yeah? You think you can do better?”

Joel just rolled his eyes and took the lights from her, starting to string them up with practiced ease. Y/N watched him work, a fond smile tugging at her lips. She realized then that her feelings for Joel had shifted, deepened. He wasn’t just her grumpy neighbor anymore he was the guy who fixed her mailbox when it wobbled, who always kept a watchful eye out when she took Willie for late-night walks, and who seemed to soften just a little more every time he saw her smile.

When he finished hanging the lights, he stepped back, hands on his hips as he surveyed his work. “Not bad, right?”

Y/N beamed up at him, feeling a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the holiday lights. “Perfect, Joel. Just perfect.”

That night, as they sat on her porch, sipping hot cocoa and watching the lights twinkle, Willie curled up between them, Joel finally let his guard down just a little more. He looked at Y/N with a tenderness that made her breath hitch. “You know, you make this place feel a lot less lonely,” he admitted quietly, glancing down at his mug as if the words had slipped out before he could catch them.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his confession, and she reached out, placing her hand over his. “I’m glad, Joel. Because you make me feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

They sat there together, close enough that their shoulders brushed, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas lights and the quiet comfort of each other’s company. And as Joel looked over at her, Y/N could see the beginnings of a smile real and warm curving at the edges of his lips. It was in that moment that she knew she had found something special, something worth holding onto.

From then on, Joel didn’t just tolerate Willie,he became the dog’s second favorite person, sneaking him treats and playing fetch when he thought Y/N wasn’t looking. And Y/N? She found herself falling for the man who had been next door all along, with his quiet smiles and his hidden softness. And slowly, but surely, Joel Miller realized that maybe, just maybe, he deserved a little bit of happiness too. As the days grew colder and the holiday season crept closer, Y/N found herself looking forward to those quiet moments with Joel more than anything else. They had settled into a routine Joel would come over to help with a stubborn string of lights, or Y/N would bring him freshly baked cookies. And somehow, it always ended with the two of them sitting together on her porch, Willie happily snoring between them. But as much as Y/N cherished these moments, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was bubbling beneath the surface between them.

One evening, with snowflakes beginning to dust the ground and the air crisp with winter’s chill, Y/N invited Joel over for dinner. She had spent all afternoon cooking nothing too fancy, just a hearty stew and some warm bread, but she wanted to do something special for him. When he arrived, he had a bottle of red wine in his hand and a shy smile on his face.

The dinner went by in easy conversation, laughter, and stolen glances across the table. Afterward, they moved to the porch as usual, wrapped in blankets and sipping the last of the wine. The Christmas lights twinkled around them, casting a warm glow over the scene.

Y/N leaned back against the porch railing, feeling the heat of Joel’s presence beside her. She stole a glance at him, noticing the way his gaze seemed to linger on her tonight, softer than she’d ever seen it. Her heart pounded in her chest, the unspoken feelings between them hanging in the cool night air.

After a moment of silence, Joel finally spoke, his voice rough but sincere. “Y’know, I never thought I’d say this, but… you’ve made this place feel like home again. For a long time, I didn’t think I deserved that.”

Y/N’s breath caught, and she turned to face him fully, her eyes searching his face. “Joel…”

He looked down, fidgeting with the hem of the blanket draped over his lap, as if gathering the courage to continue. “I’ve been alone for so long, Y/N. I thought that was just how things were supposed to be for me. But then you showed up, with your stubborn dog and that smile that’s impossible to ignore, and… damn it, I’m not good with words.”

He huffed a small laugh, but when he finally met her gaze, his expression was unguarded, completely earnest. “What I’m trying to say is… I think I’m falling in love with you. And it scares the hell out of me, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, she could only stare at him, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion that welled up inside her. Joel’s shoulders tensed, as if bracing himself for her response, and she realized with a jolt that he was afraid. Afraid she might not feel the same way.

Without thinking, she closed the distance between them, cupping his face in her hands. “Joel, I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she whispered, a smile breaking across her face. “Because I’ve been falling for you too. For a long time now.”

Joel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, and in the next moment, he pulled her closer, his hands gentle on her waist. They stood there, so close they could feel each other’s warmth in the chilly air, their breaths mingling as the snowfall continued around them. And then, slowly, as if savoring the moment, Joel leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was soft and sweet, a gentle meeting of two souls who had finally found their way to each other. Y/N melted into the warmth of him, her arms sliding around his neck as he held her like she was something precious. It was as if all the unspoken feelings, the quiet moments, and the lingering glances had finally found their voice.

When they finally pulled back, just enough to look at each other, Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up inside her, giddy with happiness. Joel gave her a rare, lopsided smile, the kind that made her heart skip a beat, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“About time, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes shone with a warmth that made her feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” she agreed, resting her hand over his, where it was still settled at her waist. “Definitely about time.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other and the quiet magic of the night, with Willie at their feet, as if even he understood that something special had just happened. And as the snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in quiet, it felt like the beginning of something beautiful, a new chapter for two hearts that had finally found their way home.

[mediumgayitalian]

okay a few solangelo things i’m curious your take on,

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

what is their favorite fruit?

do you think either of them keep up with pop culture? are they fans of anything? celebrity crushes? like do you think will would think timothee chalamet is cute bc he lowkey has nico’s vibes and is such a buzzer name for celeb crushes? lolll

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

ty! love ur blog so much xx

HELL YEAH THANK YOU

what kind of gift givers do you think will and nico are to each other?

i think nico spoils will fucking rotten.

his dad is the god of wealth he is holding NOTHING back. aside from that, he grew up wealthy and spent so so long in the lotus casino. i think he has a rly bad handle on money lol.

however he's such a mysterious guy that i think it doesn't occur to will that nico is actively spending money on him??

like will makes an offhand comment about how he would marry the person who would bring him the mystical rocket launching boba fett. and nico is like word okay and the next day there is a rocket launching boba fett on will's pillow and he's like BRO???? OH MY GOD?????

but he just figures that nico knew someone who had it!! he knows nico is big on figurines & collectibles and has a lot of connections, so he thinks nico just called in a favour.

in reality nico did all those things and also spent like two hundred k lol

basically, nico doesn't even think about it. if he hears a friend express a want that he has to means to acquire...its not even an active choice to him?? he's like well why wouldn't i buy this for them.

and i think this means a whole lot to will!!

he's spent his life in his mom's tour van or a bunk bed. he grew up in two wars. he was responsible for an entire infirmary at 13. he's a nerd and he likes nerdy things but like...collecting takes time. and money he doesn't have, because money isn't really a focus in camp and its not like he's paid lol

so of course there are things that he likes but...imagine being will. imagine having a budget for the INFIRMARY YOU RUN and thinking, like...well the camp has only so much money. i know exactly what these medical supplies cost. i refuse to steal. why would i ever be so selfish to ask for money to be spent on me and the things i like?

and then there's nico, who doesn't need him to ask. who WANTS to give him things he wants, not just what he needs or what he wants for others. what WILL wants. nico will get him.

will on the other hand....he gives away his time like it's free.

he does things for people. constantly. like austin complains about not having anywhere quiet to practice and will builds him a soundproof practice room. you know?

now when nico, who has had no one spend their time on him since bianca....

like his father did not have time for him. even when he lived in the underworld, he was put to work. or else he was bored. it's not like he and hades HUNG OUT, you know?

and of course he had no friends to spend their time on him. even in his first time at camp half blood -- for the first time, bianca didnt have time for him. she chose the hunters for ETERNITY, she said i am done choosing you now. and nico drove percy insane, who certainly didn't have time for him between saving the world. the entire time we saw him in TTC he was being pushed away.

by the time he had hazel, HE was the one pushing himself away before anyone else could. he filled his time so he wasn't waiting for anyone else. besides, through no fault of hers, he and hazel CAN'T give each other as much of their time as they would like!! they live on opposite sides of the country!!

but will.....

gods will. will SEEKS HIM OUT. the first thing will says to him is i have carved out, in my busy healer schedule, three days of time for YOU. not only have i carved out these three days, but in that brief moment of time where i was running around camp, i was thinking about you. you were a PRIORITY and i'm upset that you did not come spend your time with me.

like.....oh my god. can you imagine that? being nico? hearing someone you barely know, at this point, talk about how much time he wants to spend with you? and then as you get closer, he spends SO MUCH time with you!! he makes you a priority!

will walks nico to breakfast and watches him in sword practice and takes out his schedule when nico is making his to make sure they line up. he plans dates and they're FUN and he is so careful to make them enjoyable for nico, too, so much so that he forgets his nerves.

the biggest gifts they give to each other is noticing, i think. i see you, i see what you need and wont ask for, and i care enough to give it to you anyway.

are either of them music nerds? making playlists? gifting playlists? what music do u think they like?

will is the HUGEST MUSIC NERD IN THE WORLD.

he may not have many musical talents himself but music was naomi solace's whole world. you bet your ass it's everything for him, too.

he is teased for his love of country, and he does love country (everybody loves country if you hate country you are lying to yourself, i know you sing along to before he cheats with your whole chest), but he has a VAST music taste.

he is a britney spears stan. i will not be convinced otherwise.

nico, on the other hand, is not nearly as ignorant about music as people pretend he is. y'all he was in a casino/arcade until like 2006!!!!! do you think it was silent in there!!!!! do you think he is not the absolute king of just dance and DDR!!!

however he was, like, 10. so i think he's familiar with a lot of songs but in the way you were when you were a kid, you know?? like i could sing paparazzi w my whole chest beginning to end flawlessly at eight years old, but i would not have been able to recognise lady gaga by name or sight.

i think he and will make somewhat of a game out of it. the first time they hang out, nico is NERVOUS beforehand. like for hours. will said they were going to have a chill day bc he has time off, but what are they supposed to DO?? before they were actively doing stuff together. will was teaching nico first aid basics, or nico was helping him around the infirmary; they were helping rebuild camp together. sure, they were talking, but they had something to focus on if things got awkward or conversation faded naturally.

that is VERY DIFFERENT from just hanging out in person. is nico supposed to have conversation starters prepared? how much silence is rude? is will going to finally decide he's boring? or weird? will is such a hyper person!!! how is nico supposed to entertain him!!

meanwhile will is in his cabin freaking the fuck out to his siblings like GUYS HES GONNA THINK IM A WEIRD NERD DORK LOSER 😭😭😭.....WHAT IF HE SAYS THE WORD SAND AND I GO ON THE ANAKIN SKYWALKER RANT ON REFLEX FUCK KAYLA WHAT DO I DO I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON HE IS SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE

so he calls his mom 💀

and his mom is like baby....you are a disaster are you aware. and hes like thanks MOM i know i need HELP OKAY

and naomi is like well you got on with my backstage crew just fine. and hes like well yeah we just talked about music that was easy.

...

OH THANKS MOM YOURE SO SMART

and he's like wait nico has spent a lot of time in the underworld...he might not be very up to date!! this'll be awesome. so he stays up till like 3 on the big house computer carefully making nico several CDs worth of playlists.

he makes HOURS of music. way more than they could ever listen to in one day, but he gets carried away. he makes a playlist with his favourite country music, including his moms stuff obviously, with rock music he thinks nico in particular will like, pop punk stuff, regular pop, an entire CD dedicated to the icon herself kesha (whom he knows personally bc she sun backup vocals for his mom when she was a teenager), some musicals, and some iconic european music to top it off. he has a little bit of EVERYTHING.

most important, though, he makes a CD with the top 100 billboard songs from the years 1958 (when it started) to 1985. he doesnt have enough time to do it all the way to this year in one night but vows to work on it when he has time.

when he goes to nico's cabin, he comes with a stack of CDs as long as his arm and chiron's CD player. he's practically sparkling with excitement; when nico opens the door he is already halfway through a sentence lol.

for four straight hours, they just listen to song after song, will pausing after each one to ask what nico thinks. he recognises a lot of them, even though he didn't know their names, but even still he's pretty quiet at first. but as they go on it gets hard not to get caught up in wills excitement, and he dances like such a dork, anyway, is it his fault for laughing? and those four hours pass like MINUTES and suddenly its curfew and will has to go.

this becomes their tradition! will plays a song, nico reviews it. even as they learn how to hang out with each other in different ways, it becomes reflex -- when there's a song playing will looks at nico for a reaction. when they're with others, in public, whenever.

the first time nico makes will a playlist he cries.

the playlist is called sunshine.

will plays on his walkman until its worn right through.

what is their favorite fruit?

at first will thinks nico doesn't like fruit at all because he has to force this dumbass to eat fruit and vegetables. all he eats is like. cereal and sandwiches. it stresses will the fuck out.

he's out here plopping a bowl of fruit on nico's table like eat this whole thing or i'm gonna whoop your ass before scurvy does. (he is genuinely afraid nico is going to get scurvy, although its not a very effective anxiety because hes kind of deeply afraid of scurvy in general and is always trying to push people to eat oranges lol).

nico ALWAYS drags his feet about it. at one point will gets worried that nico just straight up doesn't like fruit and starts fretting about synthetizing supplements.

turns out nico is just, like...a little pretentious. about fruit particularly. in his defense, he has been all over the world. like he's had indian mangoes and algerian clementines okay it is VERY hard to settle for stuff grown in north america as nice as the demeter greenhouses are.

his favourite fruit ever is the lemon though. he had a lemon tree in his backyard when he was a kid that he doesn't remember, exactly, but he remembers how it tastes. will brings him a lemon once and almost as if his hands are working on their own, he cuts a slice, removes the peel and pith, puts it in a jar of sugar, and shakes to coat it, like his nonna would do secretly when he mama wasn't looking. its the best thing he's ever tasted.

will is a fruit fanatic, on the other hand. he steals strawberries every time he walks by the fields. the demeter cabin has to count their blueberries every night because he can and will eat them all when no one's looking.

his favourite, though, and he never ever gets it at camp, is prickly pear. in the summers before camp he would go to the desert with his mom and pick enough to make his stomach hurt -- he's never home when they're in season now, so sometimes when she's free shell drive up to new york just to bring him a box of them. she knows he's busy and cant leave camp in summers but she wants him to have that, at least.

do you think either of them keep up with pop culture? are they fans of anything? celebrity crushes? like do you think will would think timothee chalamet is cute bc he lowkey has nico’s vibes and is such a buzzer name for celeb crushes? lolll

i think all year-rounders are into pop culture just fine, but they're a few years behind. except for music -- will knows music. but things like movies and tv shows and memes, they either get updated from their summer-only friends or they stumble upon in naturally when it's not longer relevant lol.

nico, though, has an encyclopedic knowledge of old pop culture, because the lotus got new tech and games and movies before literally anyone else. he saw back to the future before it was in theatres and it changed his life. he quotes it all the time and no one has called him out on it then, but it is only a matter of time.

(he has seen star wars. he saw star wars before will was alive. but it is 100% funnier to pretend he doesn't know what a galaxy is and watch will's eye twitch when he asks him about luke skyrunner)

and then, do you think nico shamelessly takes will’s sweaters and shirts to wear or secretly swipes them?

yes absolutely. but he's super embarrassed about it at first so he genuinely STEALS them, not just borrows them.

it's a heist and everything. he shadow travels into the apollo cabin at like three in the morning and rifles through will's shelf. when he gets back he panics and shoves it under his mattress, where it lives in shame for four months. will just thinks it must have been an unfortunate victim of some poor sick child or bleeding demigod and writes it off.

after several months, during which nico thinks about the sweater ALL the time but cannot physically force himself to touch, nico finally gets brave enough to take it out from under his mattress. he just stares at it for a long ass time, wrinkling it in his clenched hands. it's just a hoodie, you know?? who cares.

nico cares. obviously.

eventually he gets so annoyed with himself that he just yanks it on expecting to be able to tell himself like SEE you dumbass it's just a piece of clothing it literally does not matter. except.

except.

the hoodie still smells like will.

somehow.

and that is.

well.

he would rather dunk his head into the river of fire than admit it, but he melts. the hoodie is old as hell and worn and so so so so soft, gods, no wonder will wears it all the time. he never wants to take it off ever.

for weeks, whenever he's alone in the cabin, he wears the hoodie. it stops smelling like will pretty quickly but he doesn't mind, it's still the most comfortable thing ever. it becomes second nature to walk into his cabin, throw off his jacket, and tug the hoodie on, wearing it to bed.

on one night, and of course it's the hermes' cabin fault, everyone is rushing out of their cabin to see what the fresh fuck is sounding like twenty four fire alarms at once and also a nuclear explosion. nico, in his haste, does not take off the hoodie.

will, whipped, makes sure his siblings are okay and then turns immediately to find nico. he Sees The Hoodie. nico Sees Him See The Hoodie. nico tries to flee.

will has longer legs and also spots a teasing opportunity, so hera herself could not stop him.

will teases him to pieces but is also visibly pleased. the next morning nico finds another hoodie of will's hung over his desk chair.

he wears will's hoodies all the time.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THESE IN I HAD SO MUCH FUN

[aldanrae]

Não poucas vezes esbarramos com o nosso destino pelos caminhos que escolhemos para fugir dele...

Tanto changelings quanto khajols sabem que as vezes é impossível fugir do destino, por mais que as vezes resistam as palavras tolas sobre o inescapável. Para acentuar isso e tornar a experiência do universo de Aldanrae um pouco mais divertida, sorteados duplas entre todos os que se manifestaram e criamos prompts cujo objetivo é desenvolver o personagem em cenários divertidos e dinâmicos, deixando que o destino influencie as ações dos envolvidos.

Os prompts estão sendo enviados por asks.

Não será mais possível participar desse Destiny Drop. Estendemos nosso prazo e todos que estavam no rp tiveram a chance de se inscrever. Aos que entraram depois ou perderam prazo, aguardamos vocês no próximo DD!

Não há prazo para concluir a interação! Podem levar o tempo de vocês.

Postem com a tag #cae:destinydrop para que todos possam acompanhar porque a curiosidade nos mata!

Abaixo do leia mais estão as duplas sorteadas!

Auryn & Sjldriz

Austin & Nexus

Viserion & Liatris

Cillian & Zoya

Vincent & Hyacinth

Corvus & Siobhan

Seda & Tadhg

Ilayda & Maelisara

Zayden & Miray

Kyrell & Therese

Elaenya & Andreas

Aemma & Sigrid

Aleera & Selene

Aeolian & Kieran

Rhys & Caydern

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you’ll never forget. [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Smuttt, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, virgin reader, unprotected p in v, oral.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Hope you enjoy this new fic! I LOVE 70s Elvis in Vegas and couldn’t help but wonder if he would have a little fling with someone in his audience. Im incapable of writing a short fic I guess so sorry that it’s so long hahaha. Feel free to message me or comment what you think! Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

The Vegas lights blinded you with all their glittery and colorful beauty. You had never been here before and this small little city in the desert excited you. You and your best friend were on your annual girls trip and this year you decided to go all out and do a three-day trip here. You and Cicily were also celebrating your 25th birthday together as it was only 3 days apart from one another. You both had never left Austin and were so excited to make a road trip to Vegas.

You both were fresh out of breakups and were ready to have some fun. Your ex was a selfish asshole and only wanted to use you for your body. You never let him get that far and couldn’t stand how he would treat you regardless. It only lasted a month but you knew a girls trip was in order a forget all about any college boy problems.

On the first day there, you both hit the shops and bought some new outfits and a really special one to go and see Elvis Presley at the International Hotel tonight. You both were so excited to see him live. You had heard all the rave reviews of his latest Vegas engagement and Cicily had a cousin who worked for the hotel who could get you two some tickets to the midnight show. They were booths in the middle of the showroom so you thought it would be a pretty good seat to see everything.

You both wait in line to get into the theater and the excited hum of the room made you so anxious in the best of ways. You’ve never seen him live and tonight was the time.

You both get ushered to your booth and you order drinks for yourselves. Two cosmopolitans were your drinks of choice and the buzz in the air was electric. Everyone was rushing to their seats with hound dogs and pictures of Elvis in their hands. A lot of the girls were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help but look the same. You glance over at Cicily and it looks like she’s on the brink of screaming.

The house lights go down and applause breaks out as the golden curtain starts to rise. The lights dance on the shimmering fabric and it is mesmerizing. The band starts to play and you get chills running down your arms. The bass is loud and heavy and feels like it's rattling in your chest.

Then you see it. This tall, ethereal-looking man steps from the wings of the stage and captures the audience in the palm of his hand. The most contagious-looking smile forms across his face and he shakes his head and looks down at the floor, then back up. You’re smiling like an idiot and screaming with the rest of the crowd. His tan skin gleamed underneath the white jumpsuit he had on with mesh chains connecting on each side of the low cut V. You look over at Cicily and she has tears in her eyes she’s so happy.

You have to pinch yourself… you’re in the same room as Elvis Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

The King of Rock and Roll.

The man that caused riots in the 50s and now fourteen years later, he’s back for more.

His long legs get him to the microphone quickly as one of his band members helps him put his guitar strap on around his neck. He still has an ear-to-ear grin on his face and pulls the microphone stand to him as he stretches out his right leg as the left is shaking in place.

“We’ll that’s all right mama…that’s all right with you…”

The sound of his voice filling the large showroom is causing everyone to thrill with excitement and clap along to the beat of the song. He is filled with nervous energy but it is only fueling him further.

You hug her tight as both of your eyes are glued to the stage.

She nudges you as he is talking to the audience, “Isn’t he something?! Oh my god, he’s just on fire up there!”

You nod your head as you look back at the stage. He starts stuttering and making fun of himself and folding over and laughing. And good lord his laugh is the most contagious thing you’ve ever heard. You feel a grin form across your face as you listen to him stutter and giggle at himself. He still has that boyish charm but the sexual charisma drips off of him like thick sweet honey.

And what you would give to have a taste…

Cicily bumps your shoulder and breaks you out of your daydream.

“Did you know that he walks through the crowd and kisses the girls? My cousin says he does It every show,” she says giddily. You can’t help but giggle and blush at the idea of his lips touching yours. Lord, it makes you weak just thinking about it.

“My first movie ladies and gentlemen was Love Me Tender, I’d like to sing it for you,” you hear his smooth baritone voice fill the speakers and turn your attention to the stage again. He starts the song off slowly, kissing a few girls that are by the stage. Then he goes down the steps of the stage and says hello to more people.

The crowd starts to gather around him as he tries to make his way through the showroom. He places soft kisses on the women coming up to him or anyone else he sees in his eye-line.

He starts getting closer to your booth and a huge surge of nerves fills your entire body.

Could there be a chance?

Would he see you?

Would he give you a kiss?

Screams fill the air as he gets closer to your booth and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He was distractingly beautiful the closer he was to you. All you could do was stare at the way he commanded the room and how he took the time to look at everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and you gasp at those electric blue eyes. They pierce into you and hold you there. You feel like time had slowed down for you two. In this brief moment, it was just you two and not the other thousands of people screaming his name fighting to get his attention. He gently pushes through the few people in front of him and stands right before you.

A small smirk forms on the corners of his mouth and he places his hand on your cheek. Blood rushes to them and you move in closer to him.

“Come here, lil’ mama,” he says and leans in to kiss you.

His lips meet yours and you move your hand to his face too. The softness of his lips feels perfect on yours and he pulls away and has a gorgeous smile on his face. Before turning away, he winks and moves into the crowd almost consuming him. Your whole body is in shock. There are no words that can form in your head other than, “holy shit.”

You place both of your hands over your mouth to cover your complete shock. Cicily tugs at your arm and is screaming over and over at you, “what just happened!? Oh my god was that real!?”

You are at a loss for words. Nothing could make this trip more perfect than what just happened. Elvis makes his way back onto the stage to finish the song. The crowd starts to sit back down and you are buzzing with excitement still. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“Am I dreaming!? Holy shit… that was amazing…” you trail off in a daze.

“Was it like you dreamed it?”

“Even better, god what I would give for another…” you stop yourself as Cicily grabs your hand with a sly look on her face.

“You don’t have enough balls to go get another…” she giggles.

You look back up to the stage and he’s taking a second to drink some water. Every angle of this man is perfect and the way that jumpsuit looks astonishing on him just makes your mouth water. The feeling of his plump lips replays over and over and over again in your head and you start to blush just thinking about having another kiss from him.

“You wanna put money on that?”

You get up from the booth and make your way to the front tables. You squeeze through the people’s chairs and get to the ledge of the stage. Elvis turns around and sets down his water on the table next to one of the guitar players as he sees you leaning your arms on the stage and looking up at him. You rest your chin on your arms and give him your most pleading eyes.

“Well now, what do we have here,” he chuckles into the microphone.

You smile a big smile at him and motion him to come closer to you with your finger.

He slowly moves closer, taking his sweet time, almost teasing you.

“You want another kiss so you can sit down, is that the idea?” he teases, his feet right near your arms.

You nod your head yes and can’t help but bite your lip. You feel this rush of boldness and reach out and touch his calf. He gets a grin from this gesture and kneels down on one knee for you.

“Well come here baby,” he coos into the microphone. The crowd goes crazy and you feel your heart racing out of your chest. You get on your tippy toes as you try to reach him. He pulls the microphone away from his mouth and places his hand on your face yet again. He gives you a sly grin and shakes his head.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Your cheeks flush red at the sound of his words but also how passionate the kiss felt. There was so much energy flowing through him and you loved the way his lips felt on you. You squeeze his calf slightly as he is about to break the kiss. You smile up at him and bite your lip. He shakes his head and goes in for another wet kiss and you can’t help a small airy moan escape your lips.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him and let go of his leg. You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and he gets off his knees and stands back up.

“Lord have mercy,” he chuckles back into the mic as the audience continues to egg him on. You feel your head spinning and the loudness of the room only gets worse. You take a deep breath and try to go back to your seat. Other girls were trying to get to the stage too but Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to them. He went back for another drink of water and the band start to play the next song.

You finally reach the booth and Cicily’s mouth is agape and her eyes are blown wide.

“Pay up,” you snicker and hold out your hand.

She continues to have that shocked expression on her face and you burst out into laughter.

“You’re insane! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” You nod your head at her and look back at the stage.

“Well, when’s the next time that’s gonna happen?! The worst he could have said was no. I have nothing to lose we’re leaving in two days, might as well take some memories with us back home,” you say as you realize everything that has happened in these last 20 minutes. Shock and awe are all you can see and so happy that this has happened.

You turn your attention to him on stage and you could swear he’s looking at you, and only you. There are so many songs that he does that sound incredible. He brings a new life to them and there's so much passion in his voice. He’s up there doing what he loves to do and it shines through.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a fantastic audience,” he says humbly as he goes to drink some water. “There’s a song I did in Blue Hawaii, and I’d like to sing it, especially for you,” the first notes of the song ring out on the piano and the heavy sound of the drums follow as he starts Can’t Help Falling in Love.

It’s one of your favorite songs he’s ever done and it always lifts your spirits. His voice rings out beautifully with the rest of his backup singers and you can feel the tears well up in your eyes.

This last hour and a half was surreal and one you’ll never forget. And to end with this song in particular, you know he’s singing it to you, the fans. His love for the fans was something that no other artist had. That’s what made him so special.

A taller man with brunette hair starts to make his way to your table and you look over at Tasha uncomfortably. He greets you both with a smile and you wait for what he’s doing at your table.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jerry. I work with Elvis,” he said trying to talk over the loudspeakers. “We were wondering if you both wanted to come to the after-party tonight for Elvis?”

You shoot Cicily a look and you swear she has stars in her eyes.

“Yes, we’d love to!” You both say at the same time. Jerry laughs at your excitement.

“Alright sounds good, follow me and I’ll escort you both up,”

Your heart raced with excitement and anticipation for what was going to happen next. A party with Elvis!? This has to be some sort of dream you swear.

You all exit the showroom and head through the lobby. Through the hall of elevators, you get in the last one on the right and Jerry holds the door open for your two and makes sure no one is following you. He inserts a key into the panel that gives access to the penthouse floors.

You get up to the top floors and turn the corner to the first doors where you see two big guys blocking the doors. They nod at Jerry and open the door for him. He lets you two in the doors first where there is a lot of people already in the suite with drinks in their hand. The view of the Vegas strip was in the distance, sparkling with all the luster of stars.

You both get yourself glasses of champagne and find an open sofa seat you both share. Your body fills with nerves getting to be so close to him again.

Suddenly a hush falls over the room and this intense amount of energy makes your arm hair stand up.

Above the crowd stands the tall man in his all-white jumpsuit. His hair was wet with sweat and his tan chest glistened.

You stand up, wanting to be seen in the crowd of people yet again. Everyone starts to congratulate him on a wonderful show. He shakes the hands of anyone who reaches out to him and smiles the most gorgeous-looking smile you had ever seen.

Suddenly, his eyes look up at yours as you are staying back from the rest of the group.

He starts walking over and turns to look over at Cicily. She and Jerry are in the midst of a conversation and watch as he leans in and places a kiss on her lips. You cover your face to hide any sounds that might come out of your mouth and quietly giggle.

No one is going to believe the trip you two are having…

By the time you glance back over at Elvis, he’s standing right in front of you, looming over your small frame as you stare deep into those eyes.

“Well, what a great surprise seeing you here. Did you come back for more?’ He teases as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You can’t help but blush at his words and want to play his little game.

“Oh I don’t know about all that, it seems you have enough girls in this suite to keep you busy for a few hours. I don’t think you’ll have time for me,” you say coyly. You normally never act so cocky and sure of yourself, but something about this man made you crazy being so close to him.

“The only one I see that I want to pay any attention to is right in front of me darlin'. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, nothing special.”

“Oh no, I like the sound of that. It suits you. Beautiful and sexy,” he teases.

Your breathing hitches and you have no idea what to say to him. Almost as reading you thought, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. This time it's different. He’s not putting on an act. There’s no audience necessary that is egging him on to kiss you. He places his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushes you into his strong frame.

You sigh into him loving the feeling of your body touching his. You put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair on your fingertips.

“Do you need anything darlin’? I need to go take a shower and I’ll come back out to the party.”

“Some more kisses, but I’ll be fine for a little,” you blush and shoot him a sly grin up at him.

“Oh I was right, I do have a naughty girl,” he grins devilishly, “Go enjoy the party. I promise I’ll come find ya.” He winks and starts to walk off to the next room attached to this suite. Your heart flutters at the slightest thing he does. You’ll be lucky to make it back home alive in one piece by the time this night ends.

You look over at Cicily again and she’s still all eyes for Jerry and you smile to yourself.

You try to mingle in with the rest of the guests but your mind keeps wondering when Elvis is coming back out. You wanted to talk to him more, be next to him, and most importantly, you want him to kiss you more.

Minutes go by and you see Elvis through the crowd dressed in a blue button-up, making his electric eyes pop even more, and a pair of black slacks. This man dressed to the nines no matter the occasion and the confidence just dripped off of him. He made his rounds throughout the room making small talk to anyone who came up to him.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching him, just waiting for your turn next. You were sitting on the sofa next to the windows, taking in this breathtaking view when you felt that familiar chill run down your body. You turn to look up at Elvis looking at you. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, looking at you ravenously.

“You like what you see hmm?” You say sheepishly.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, just as he did on the stage, and leans in to whisper.

“I think I found what was missing to make this a perfect view.”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden. “Oh? You think so?”

“I do honey. I’d love to take you right up against that window and make the whole town watch.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his words. You feel your wetness pool at the sound of his words and you cross your legs, your pussy starting to have this needy feeling.

“Why don’t we go into the other room so we can talk more privately,” he says.

You two sneak into the connecting room and he closes the door behind you two. It’s another large living room type of setup with a bar and a piano by the window. You get lost in the beauty of the interior and the gold accents everywhere. He gently grabs your hand and takes you out of the front door and into the room across the hall. When he opens the door, the scent of him fills your nose and makes your mouth water. You hadn’t been around him very long, but the way you love the way he smells is so comforting but also so intoxicating.

There’s a large king-sized bed that consumed the middle of the room, and another grand-sized piano by the window.

You feel his hands wrap around your waist and he turns you to face him.

“That little stunt you pulled out there was a bold one. What made you think to do that?”

“Hmm, I just liked our first kiss so much, I needed another. Couldn’t sit down until I got it,” you say bluntly.

“I’m so glad you did. You were the one that stood out the most to me tonight honey. I couldn’t get enough.” The tension in the room is thick and your body wants him more than anything and it scares you.

You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, making him get closer to you as you plant a long wet kiss. You feel a low grumble in his chest as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You gasp at the sensations running through your body. You feel the wetness in your panties pool more and you are unsure what to do about it. He carefully slides his hand down the arch of your back and pushes your torso into his. You gasp at the feeling of his erection starting to form. Part of you wants to ravage him right there, but the other part of you is timid and shy. A bolt of nerves raced through your body as it hits you he might want a bit more than just kissing tonight…

But you love the feeling of him against you. The way his hands grope and squeeze your body makes you a complete mess. His hands drift up, as he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Your breathing quickens and you stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

His fingertips lightly brush the top of your breast and you gasp at the sensation.

“You look so beautiful, mama. Can I see the rest of ya?” He asks so innocently. The boyish smile he has as he looks over your body. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a woman this close.

His gaze is intimidating. You really don’t know what he expects of you but he’s Elvis Presley. He’s surely been with countless women and his expectations are astronomically high when it comes to sex.

Nerves continue to wrack your body almost causing you to shake. Your voice is quiet and unsure, “Elvis, I don’t know. I don’t think you want to do this with me….” The concern lights up his eyes.

“Honey, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything. But what did you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I want to do anything with you? You’re gorgeous baby,” he says with a smile.

“I umm… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not sure about…” you trail off, your cheeks burning red.

His eyebrows squint together in concern.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take real good care of you I promise. I want to give you more,” he places a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your body aches for him to do everything he’s promising you.

But you break the kiss and muster up the courage.

“Elvis I, umm, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Ever. I have no idea how to please you and I don’t want this to be something that’s terrible for you. You’re better off finding another girl in that room to have fun with tonight,” your voice soft and weak. You feel so embarrassed about what you had to confess and the insecurities are running off of you like water.

He looks at you stoically, trying to find the right thing to say. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches out his hand for yours. You cautiously move toward him and he looks deep into your eyes.

“Darlin’ that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Not with me at least. If you’re not ready to do anything, that’s fine,” he says softly and thinks for a bit. “Can I ask why it’s never happened? I just thought a gorgeous girl like you, you’d have men throwing themselves at ya,” he quips cutely.

You chuckle at his cheeky comment, “No one’s been worth it. I just didn’t feel the same when it came to having sex with someone and wasn’t just going to do it because they wanted it.”

“I understand darlin’. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that with a man,” he says softly.

Your head spins as this whole situation feels unreal. You have this undeniable need to have him which is crazy to you considering you have never had a man.

“But you’re different, I can tell. I want you, so bad Elvis. Every part of me wants you but I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“You don’t need to do anything darlin’. I’ll take care of you and make you feel so good. I can teach you things, if you want…”

“Yes, teach me… teach me how to make you feel good too. What do you like, please tell me,” you plead.

His eyes start to look aflame, he bites his bottom lip and places a tiny kiss on your cheek down to your neck.

“Mmm, okay dear,” he whispers in your ear.

You take a sharp breath in, loving the way his lips ignite you and all the new sensations that come with it.

“Can I teach you how to suck me off? Would you like me in your mouth?” He asks with lust rolling off his words causing your pussy to clench.

You slowly nod your head yes and he goes on to kiss you again on the lips, slipping his tongue in and groaning.

The idea of his cock in you has you filled with anticipation and need. You had only ever grinded on a few guys in the past over their pants but this was different. Something about Elvis’ commanding presence told you that he was going to fuck you senseless and you were going to love it.

He carefully placed one of your hands on his upper thigh where you can feel his forming erection run down his leg.

You gasp at the feeling and how large he is.

“See whatcha doin’ to me, making me so hard. This is gonna be inside you making you feel so good.” He moans as he feels you start to rub the length of him. The friction of his pants against it is driving him crazy. He trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at times the soft sensitive flesh making you moan.

He leans you back, so he can get better access to your breasts. He kisses and sucks at them, making popping sounds each time he lets go. You feel the rush of wetness go into your panties and the throbbing sensation overtaking your core.

You carefully pull down the fabric of the top of your dress, exposing yourself to him. He groans when he sees what you’re doing and takes his large hands and places them firmly on you. You watch as he squeezes them, applying little pressure at first, then squeezes them harder causing you to moan and your head to fall back. He lifts one of your breasts and puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud.

You gasp, shocked by the way he uses his mouth on you. The more he sucks and licks them, the worse the throbbing becomes in between your legs. You can’t help but push his head more into your breasts wanting him to ravage them more.

You rub his fully formed erection and try to get his pants off of him but he stops you.

“Oh are you ready baby? You want this?” He quips.

You nod your head, “yes, tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” you beg.

“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” You pull down the rest of your dress and stand before him just in your panties. One by one, you undo the buttons on his shirt as you feel his eyes take in the sight before him.

Your hands shake slightly as you get to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. You slide down the waist band of his slacks and to your surprise he’s not wearing any underwear, you watch as his large cock spring free from his pants.

You stare and bite your lip. You had no idea what to expect, but you were not expecting this. His cock was longer, and thicker than you expected and the way his veins running along his shaft made your mouth water by just looking at it. Your hands trail down his chest and graze over his length. He hisses at the contact and squeezes your arm.

You’ve never seen a man naked before, but you know this was as perfect as they come.

“Get on your knees for me baby,” he says gently as he sits back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, looking like the definition of temptation. You kneel in between his legs, wanting to touch all of him so badly but wait for his instructions.

He picks up your hand and wraps it around his shaft. The length of him is warm and there is a clear fluid coming out of the head. He grabs your other hand and has you cup his rather large, heavy-hanging balls.

“What I’d like you to do for me, is just rub me in your hand, back and forth, then lick the head of my cock. Nice and slow like this,” he moves his hand on top of yours and you watch as his foreskin almost envelops his red, leaking head, and pull it back to see more of his protruding veins in his shaft. He has you gently squeeze his balls in your hand, causing his hips to move and dry hump into you. After a few strokes, he lets go of your hands and watches you. You love the small, airy sounds he makes as you put a little more pressure on it. His hips gently roll as he enjoys your hand working his cock.

“Now open your mouth for me, honey. Nice and wide and let me feel you.” You keep stoking him and do as he says. You open your mouth and he slowly guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. The hot heat touches your tongue and you moan. You wrap your lips around his head and suck.

A deep guttural growl comes out of him and you start to suck. This unbeknownst primal instinct takes over you and the smell of him fills your nose making you moan with him in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that mama. Just like that. Use your tongue a bit too. Lick and suck on me.” He groans out. You look up at his face looking so pleasured by this. His mouth is open in awe and watching you intently as you suck and stroke his cock.

You start to use your tongue licking and swirling around his head while sucking him.

You get more excited and decide to put more of him inside your mouth, doing the same motions he told you to. He gasps as you take more of him hungrily. You keep watching him as his eyes pop open and he lets out a loud moan. You test out what gets him going the most. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around his swollen head, and squeeze his balls more making him buck his hips off the bed.

“Oh mama yes, that’s so good. Let me move in and out of your mouth now,” he moans hungrily and grabs a fist full of hair in his hand. You love the way he’s sounding. The way he’s getting off because of you is the most addicting sound and you want to take in more of his cock.

You place your hands on the tops of his thighs and he pushes his hips slightly, having you take in more of his length. You feel his head hit the back of your throat and you sputter and gag around him. He pulls his cock from your throat, making sure you’re okay, and watch as you claw at his thighs, ready for more.

You nod your head at him and take more of him in your mouth. You never thought giving head would be a thing you’d like, but watching him enjoy it so much was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

He continues to moan and tighten the grip on your hair. You move with him and he fills your mouth with his hot length. You try to relax your throat to not gag on him as much but he continues to plunge his cock down your throat, letting you breathe, then putting it back down your throat. He pulls out of you, pulling you from your hair and you let out a soft cry.

“Oh, honey you did so good. Making me feel so good. I could fuck that throat all night, but I need to take care of you now,” he teases and helps you get off your knees. He picks you up and places you on the bed with the pillows underneath your head and back.

He looks like he’s about to eat you alive and you wait patiently.

“How’s my honey doing? Are you feeling okay?” He says as he opens your legs wide for him. Your heart beats wildly out of your chest and feel more wetness pool.

“I need you. I’m throbbing and it won’t go away.” You plead and try to close your legs, hoping some sort of friction would help.

But he doesn’t let you and continues to keep them open, both of his hands on your knees. Looking at your soaked panties, he starts to trail his hand down to your panty line.

“I’m gonna touch you, honey. Making sure you’re all ready for me.” He growls when he feels the wetness that has seeped through the lace fabric. You jump at the friction and he tears them off in one quick motion.

His eyes grow wide as he looks at the wetness leaking out of you. He takes two fingers and slowly rubs your clit, causing an electric shock through your body.

“Oh fuck! What are you…,” your question fades as you moan loudly instead. He runs those two fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and driving you mad. You arch your back and push into his fingers causing a mess in between your legs.

He smiles at the state you’re in, needy and horny, just how he wants you to stay.

“Have you ever played with yourself, honey? You ever put your fingers inside yourself?” He asks innocently.

You blush and have to look away, “I’ve played with myself a few times but umm, I’ve never put my fingers inside myself.” You say shyly. The idea never really popped into your head til now. Wanting Elvis’ fingers inside you sounded like a sin that was so delicious. You were so attracted to the idea.

“Hmm, I see baby. Have you ever made yourself cum?”

Your face turns another shade of red and quickly shake your head no, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.

“Well, I’ll teach you, honey. Make you feel so good. You are very needy tonight… you need something to fill you. Let me finger you and get you ready to take my cock,” he coos. You whine and try to move his hand down lower where the throbbing is growing.

He slowly takes his index finger and puts it in your weeping hole. You had never been penetrated by someone and the feeling of his long finger inside you is overwhelming. His long, slender finger reaches deep inside you while staying firmly taught around him. You buck your hips up into him and cry out.

“Mmm fuck you’re so tight for me baby. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock.” He teases.

“Make me ready… I want you to fuck me with more than just your fingers,” you beg and buck your hips into him more.

“Oh you fucking naughty girl,” he moans as he pumps his finger in and out of you watching as you are writhing on the bed. You can’t control the sounds that are coming out of your mouth and love the way he’s reaching parts of you that had never been explored. He curls and prods them to your never before touched walls and you swear you’re going to pass out. He enters another finger and you feel this coil in your belly tighten exponentially. He starts to move them faster and curls his fingers up into your walls. Your vision goes blurry for a second, being consumed by the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled fingers. Your walls begin to flutter and he smirks at this, pumping them faster.

“Oh, I love the way this pussy feels. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready to take all this cock inside ya?” You realize he loves to tease as he says this and look down as he has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking it off while looking down hungrily at your leaking cunt.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a frustrated cry.

“Please Elvis,” he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth, moaning when he tastes your sweet honey. He licks them clean and grabs the back of your thighs to adjust your body. He has you wrap your legs around his waist and you cling onto his shoulders. He jerks his cock in his hand and teases your entrance with just the tip. Every last nerve in your body is on edge and you claw at his arms in anticipation.

“Just relax mama. I’ve got you. It might hurt a little since your cherry hasn’t been popped but I promise it’s gonna feel so good after.” He coos and places sultry kisses on your lips. You moan, ready for him to give you anything he wants.

He’s gentle, and slowly pushes the first few inches of his cock inside you. The way he is stretching you causes you to gasp. He’s so much bigger than you expected and your body doesn’t know what to do.

You cry out his name as he sets this slow, but insistent pace. He grabs one of your breasts in his large hand and squeezes and pinches your nipples in between your fingers. You moan more with the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

He put more inside you and you feel this sharp pain inside you and you wince. Tears well in your eyes as you try to take him. You cry out as he moves in and out of you carefully. He sees the pain you’re in and holds you tighter.

“Doing so good baby,” he caresses you.

He keeps you there locked with him, caressing your face and looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Everything about this felt so natural. The nerves that were filling your body moments ago were slowly dissipating and you were just enjoying the moment with him inside you. He thrusts his hips, putting the last few inches inside you and you let out a loud moan. He keeps still as he enjoys seeing you like the way he’s making you feel.

“Such a good girl for me baby. Doing so good. Your cherry popped. It’s gonna feel so good now,” he says as you look down at his long length moving in and out of you. You see some light spotting of your blood around his shaft but the pleasure starts to build the more he’s moving. You watch as he rubs your clit and pushes the rest of his cock inside you again. You feel his balls hit your ass and he doesn’t move as he lets you adjust to the size of him.

“Oh fuck Elvis, you’re killing me holy fuck.” You cry out, gasping for breath.

“Mmm, yea baby? You like how this big cock fills you up?”

You claw at his back, needing him to move and help this never-ending pulsating in your core.

“God, yes I love it. Please give me more,” he nods his head and smiles down at you.

He begins to move his hips and the pain has disappeared. Nothing but pleasure is running through your veins. He moves with more rhythm as he bucks and swirls his hips into you. He places his thumb over your clit and starts to work at it.

Your eyes roll back and let the feeling of what he’s giving you take over your body.

“So goddamn tight for me baby. Taking this cock so well,” he grunts over you as he starts to fuck you faster.

You can’t stop the noises that are coming out of you, loving every second of how he’s fucking you and making you come apart on his cock. The sounds of your skin slapping against his and the wet noises coming from your pussy were driving you both crazy.

Your walls flutter and your whole body tenses. There’s panic in your eyes and Elvis knows it by the look on your face.

“It’s okay darlin I got you. You’re gonna come for me,” he commands and looks deep in your eyes. “I feel you ready to come apart all over me.”

Your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You scream out his name as your walls squeeze his girth. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm. You relish in the way this feels and can’t believe you’ve never even given yourself this feeling!

“Mmm fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good. Keep coming for me,” he pleads as his thumb works faster on your clit.

Your body feels like it’s never felt before. Feeling so light yet so on edge with the way his cock is filling you up and stretching you out. You watch as he lifts your hips up and continues to pound into you.

Taking this new position makes it feel completely different and love the way he’s hitting this particular part inside of you that makes you feel like you can cum all over again on him.

By the look on his face, he is loving every second of this. The way he bites his lower lip and the way sweat has formed on the sides of his temples. You watch as you see the veins on his neck pop out as he fucks you to the hilt.

His rhythm starts to become more sporadic and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hold on a bit longer. You love the way he’s taking you and can’t get enough of how he fills you up. Your coil in your belly tightens gets again and you let your second orgasm take over your entire body. He groans loudly as you cum on him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ah hell, mama. I love it when you cum on me. I’m so close. Where’d you want me to cum?” He agonizingly says through his teeth.

Your brain races, fuzzy from your high of orgasm and unsure what to say. This has never happened before for you and weren't sure exactly what an orgasm would be like for him.

“I want you back in my mouth please Elvis,” you whine breathlessly.

He pulls out of you quickly and you groan at feeling so empty. Your arousal pools out of you and onto the comforter.

He re-adjusts your body by lifting you up underneath your arms and sits you up. He stands up on his knees and puts his cock in front of your lips. He takes his hand and jerks himself in front of you, placing his free hand on the back of your head.

“Open that mouth for me, baby, I’m gonna fill this mouth up,” your heart beats uncontrollably and you grab the back of his thighs, preparing yourself for whatever he is going to give you.

He leans his head back and his mouth opens as you feel hot, salty spurts of his cum land on your tongue and the back of your throat. He places more of his cock in your mouth and you lick the base of it, causing him to moan your name loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh god mama yes take this cock baby,” he groans in ecstasy. Your mouth fills with his cum and waits for him to come down from his high. You had never had this happen before so you don’t know what to do with his load.

He pulls out of your mouth, breathless from it all, and watches you with your mouth open for him, seeing the milky white substance coating your mouth.

“Such a good girl baby. Time to swallow,” he taps your chin and you close your mouth. You look up at him and swallow in one big gulp. The taste of his salty, thick load coated your throat and you have to swallow a few times to fully clear your throat.

He looks down at you pleased, looking at how you’re breathless too and your mascara running down your face.

“Mmm, such a hungry slut you are,” you groan, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he nips your bottom lip.

“Did you like that baby? Did I make you feel good?” He caresses your face, wiping the black streaks from your face.

“That was… incredible… I had no idea what to expect but it wasn’t that,” you say exasperated.

He has that cocky grin on his face you’ve seen so many times in pictures come to life and you wanted to wipe it right off of him.

“We’ll good darlin', that’s what I wanted for your first time,” he says tenderly and places a few soft kisses on your lips.

He gets off the bed and goes to grab you a towel. He gently rubs the wetness and blood off of you and himself. The way he is so tender yet so dominating throws you for a loop but you just sit back and enjoy the moment.

“Did you want to go back to the party? We can stay here, it’s completely up to you,” he asks as he hands you your dress.

“I wouldn’t mind going back to the party and having some food. I’m kinda hungry,” you say cutely. You start to get up off the bed and it suddenly hits you. Elvis ripped your panties off of you… you’re going to have to walk back into that party without any on.

“Elvis, how am I supposed to go back out there without any panties on! You completely ruined them!” You snicker.

He laughs at your disgruntled state.

“Correction darlin’, you ruined your panties, I just took them off of ya to help that needy pussy of yours,” he teases. “And besides, I like you better without them. You’ll just have to behave and not soak through your dress for the rest of the night,” he sneers as he grabs you by his hips and pushes you into him. A small groan escapes you and smile up at him.

“You wanna put money on that?” you wink at him.

Tagging 💖

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[vampseraph]

haii ^_^/ may we req cowboy ou puppy npts ~ ?

cowboy npts!

names

cassidy, river, bryce, hawk, austin, jude, ellis, beau, wyatt, cole, hayes, flynn, jesse, ash, carson, ray, roscoe, blaise, clyde, cade, sterling, colton, casey, quinn, rudy, rory, cody, wade, ryder, barett, riley, callen, wayne, dalton, rye, rhys, cyrus, flint, pierce, jack, colby, dallas

2. pronouns

ry/rys, colt/colts, ro/ros, ranch/ranches, horse/horses, lasso/lassos, spur/spurs, buck/bucks, herd/herds, jack/jacks, rug/rugged, foal/foals, shoot/shoots, noon/noons, rev/revs, run/runs, lone/lones, shot/shots, out/outs

3. titles

the outlaw, prn who travels alone, the lone cowboy, prn who roams, prn who tends cattle, prn who rides horseback, the cattle driver, the horse wrangler, the stockman

[fry-house]

As y'all know I love TCM 1 and 2 but I find it incredibly funny that, despite the fact so many Texans worked on the movie, the geography in it is a fucking mess.

To start, the first movie is stated to take place in the fictional town of Newt, in the also-fictional Muerto County. Most people assume Newt to be located somewhere outside of Austin, given that's where it was filmed. Makes sense. The TCM game even goes with this interpretation, with a map showing them in the Travis County area.

But at one point in the movie, Drayton mentions needing to drive over to Childress. As if it's nearby.

Slight problem with that-

THEY'RE SIX HOURS APART. So then you think, okay, maybe Newt isn't near Austin, maybe it's farther North.

But the second movie throws a wrench into things.

If we go with this, then the Childress thing is again bizarre, as it's pretty far North. It also conflicts with the Austin area setting.

As seen here, Austin and Travis County are closer to Central Texas. Nobody from Texas would call this South, unless they were fudging it a bit I suppose.

Moving on, we have Stretch and LG's radio station being located in Burkburnett. Now, Burkburnett is another real city, and it's near the Oklahoma border. The movie seems to know this too, as the station is named K-OKLA, and the Red River (which separates that part of TX and OK) gets mentioned. Nice and realistic! However, at one point Stretch describes Burkburnett as being "at the top of the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex"...

Personally, I wouldn't describe a two hour difference as being "at the top of" an area. And Lefty apparently drove two hours just to ask Stretch to play her tape on the air.

I will give them some credit though: One cops mentions sending Lefty back to Amarillo. There is in fact a Rangers department in that city. They also have the Texas vs OU game being played in DFW, which is correct, as they traditionally face off at the Cotton Bowl in Dallas. Points for those details! But in terms of picking a location for the main events, things are a lot more scattered.

Anyway yeah, I know it's just a movie, mistakes happen, no big deal, but the inaccuracies are just really funny to me, in particular the Newt situation. Feels like Newt is TCM's personal version of Springfield.

[enjoy-the-butterf1ies]

Everywhere, Everything- CL16 (Chapter 1/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

Series Summary: In which a rising singer gets her biggest break yet; opening at the Austin Grand Prix. All record companies would have their eyes on her- along with a certain monegasque driver.

Trope: Slow burn with a mix of other tropes in there (He fell first, one bed, roommates, all the good ones!)

Chapter Summary: This could be the start of her music career. All she had to do was impress the crowd- Which, for a certain driver, was a very easy feat.

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol mention, probably typos 🫣

“Shit, shit, shit!” You muttered under your breath, frantically tuning your guitar. You took a few deep breaths, struggling to slow your heartbeat to a normal pace. “I’m running so behind, Diana!” You cried into your phone.

Diana, your god-sent manager, perked up on the other line. “Girl you made it to the stage in time, that’s all that matters! Go out there and give it your all!” She chirped in an effort to calm you.

It wasn’t working.

“I didn’t even have time to stop by my hotel room, the plane was delayed so badly,” You huffed, tightening the last string on your guitar. “I had to set all of my suitcases backstage. It’s mortifying. Security watched me like I was smuggling a bomb in here.”

Diana let out a hearty chuckle and you silently cursed her for laughing in a time like this. “Y/N, deep breaths. Yes this is a horrible start to the gig but you’ll turn it around completely.” She said confidently. “I wouldn’t have booked you here if I didn’t think you were capable.”

Capable. The word seemed impossible to you right now.

“Diana, there’s thousands of people here. I might actually puke.” You felt your stomach churn at the thought. Yes, you were eternally grateful for this gig. It was the Austin Grand Prix for fucks sake- One of the biggest racing events in America. Fast cars, passionate fans, talented drivers, hell, you felt so out of place. You were simply an opening act for one of the headlining bands, but still. This was the biggest thing you’ve done in your life. “What if I screw up a song?”

Diana sighed, static trickled with her breath. “You are literally one of the most talented musicians I’ve met. And I’m not just saying that to say it.” She added. You swallowed at the words, knowing she was honest. “You’re gonna capture the hearts of everyone in that crowd as soon as you open your mouth, trust me. You don’t have a single thing to worry about.”

Your eyes flicked to the time at the corner of your screen, heart skipping a beat. “I got one minute till I go on stage,” You muttered, frozen. “Thank you Diana, truly. For everything.”

“Don’t even mention it, go out there and kick ass!” She cheered you on. Truly your biggest fan. “I’ll be watching on TV. Call me after the show or else!” And with a click, she hung up.

You could hear the crowd from behind the curtains, cheering for the entertainment to start. You swallowed whatever fears you had and pushed them deep down. This is it. All you had to do is what you do best. Music.

And with those affirmative words, your guitar in hand, and one final deep breath- you stepped out on stage.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

“And there’s the man of the evening!!” Charles heard a booming voice behind him. He tensed up, knowing what was coming. There’s only one person in the Ferarri garage with that energy. Carlos grabbed his shoulders and shook the monegasque like crazy. “P2, oh yesss boy!”

Charles couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m very glad with that result.” He said happily. He really needed this win. Ferrari’s strategies seem to get worse every weekend. He needs a reason to keep hope.

“To celebrate, let’s get some drinks and watch the music performances tonight.” Carlos suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at Charles. Charles opened his mouth to protest, but Carlos clamped a hand over his mouth quickly. “And no, you don’t have a choice. I already invited Lando and a few others. We have a whole paddock rented out to watch the show so if you say no you’ll look like an asshole.”

Damn. He got him there.

“Carlos we really should rest for all the interviews and meetings we have tomorrow.” Charles said. Apparently he was the only driver with common sense tonight.

Carlos shook his head. “We won’t be out all night. Just to watch the opening act and first band.” He pleaded. “Come on, where’s your sense of fun?”

Charles scoffed. “I’m fun.” He crossed his arms.

Carlos grinned widely at that. “I thought so,” He patted Charles on the back.

Later that night, Charles and a few other drivers gather around a private paddock to watch the musicians. They had a decent view of the stage for it to be so far away, plus a TV in the paddock that streamed the show. Behind him, several of the drivers were laughing and drinking, not a sight you’d expect after such an intense race- but Charles wasn’t complaining. The media paints all of the drivers to be cold blooded enemies when in reality, they’re all pretty good mates.

“Shut up, shut up it’s starting!” Lando quieted the group, waving his hands frantically. He was a huge music fan. “Does anyone know who the opening act is?”

Daniel shrugged. “I heard it was some new kid, never heard of her myself.” He answered. “Hopefully she’s good.”

All eyes were on you as you walked out on stage. Your hands were shaking like a leaf and you prayed to whatever god there was that the cameras couldn’t pick it up. After what felt like centuries, you finally made it to the microphone. You put on your best ‘I’m-totally-not-petrified-right-now’ smile and waved to the crowd.

“Hello everyone, my name is Y/N L/N and I will be playing a few of my original songs for you tonight,” You somehow managed to get that sentence out without your voice wavering. The crowd was big. You had no idea so many people could fit into one lawn. Holy shit. Holy shit. Stay calm. “I hope you enjoy.”

A few cheers from the crowd erupted in excitement, restoring your confidence ounce by ounce. Slowly, carefully, your hands found their way to the guitar strings. The feeling was familiar yet foreign in this context. In all of your years of playing music, you’ve never experienced anything like this. It was electrifying. Your hands seemed to move without your brain processing it- almost like your body moved on its own. And thank god it did, because as soon as your hands played such a familiar melody, you felt at peace.

Charles, meanwhile, couldn’t take his eyes off you. The night sky combined with stage lights illuminated your face in such a way it was almost hypnotic. Your voice, your guitar, everything about you had suddenly put him into a trance. Behind him, the drivers whispered subtle “Wows” and “Shes great”, but to him, you were much more than that. He was beyond confused as to how you weren’t already a star. How come you were playing at a Grand Prix and not sold out stadiums across the world? Where were the screaming, adoring fans and paparazzi dying to get just one photo of you?

It was a mystery to him.

And during this mysterious experience, you somehow flawlessly transitioned from song to song, each one better than the last. Charles had never quite felt emotion like when you played a wonderful tune on the piano- no words, purely a slew of chords and notes- but somehow told a story within them. He was hopelessly enamored by your performance. Everything around him, the paddock, the drivers, the crowd cheering loudly for your music, even the events from the race today, purely disappeared. It was just him and you.

At least it was, until your sweet speaking voice spoke into the microphone once again.

“You guys have been such an amazing crowd, I- It’s- I don’t even know what to say,” You chuckled, unable to stop from blushing when the crowd cheered you on even louder. “This has been an incredible night and I’m very thankful for all of you. Now who’s ready for the next band?” Fans went crazy, somehow cheering even louder than before. You smiled widely at that.

Charles though, he wasn’t ready for the next band. He didn’t want another band to come on stage, no performance would compare to the one he just witnessed. Not even close. He blinked in awe when you waved your hand to the crowd and camera, your smile as wide as could be.

He really liked your smile.

[modithorsondeasgard]

Austin vc tem um irmão ou irmã? É por parte de pai ou mãe?

Austin: Eu tenho uma meia-irmã, seu nome é Winter. Ela é um ano mais velha e é filha do meu pai com a Yelena.

[zeusraynar]

AUSTIN BUTLER? não! é apenas RAYNAR BENEDIK HORNSBY, tem VINTE E NOVE anos, é filho de ZEUS e CONSELHEIRO do chalé 1. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há DEZESSEIS anos, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, RAY é bastante ÍNTEGRO mas também dizem que ele é CIRCUNSPECTO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news para atrair audiência.

LINKS IMPORTANTES: Missão: encontrar Asclépio em Veneza, TASK 2, POV - plotdrop #04, HC1, TASK1, Edit família, TASK 3, Benção de Hécate, fechamento da fenda .

⚡If you piss me off, then I'll shrug it off

🗲 Willow sabia que não deitava com um homem comum. Em nenhum momento engolindo a farsa que tão pomposamente espalhavam pelos corredores do hotel. Grande ator? Rico milionário? O nome da revolução? Cada canto era uma história diferente, e um único detalhe em comum: poder. Willow fechou os olhos para a aliança no dedo, sufocou a culpa no abraço apertado entre lençóis desarrumados. Ela era apenas uma camareira fazendo o serviço, interpretando a falta de aviso na porta como um convite para fazer a limpeza. E ele chegando logo depois, cheirando a bebida cara e charutos cubanos. A química foi tão instantânea quanto a explosão do contato, uma noite de amor perfeito finalizando como qualquer conto de fadas da vida real. Horas depois Willow acordava numa cama vazia, uma mensagem de despedida má escrita na folha timbrada do hotel.

🗲 Nove meses depois, Raynar nasceu e o mundo virou de cabeça para baixo. Sozinha na cidade de Aspen, no Colorado, sem qualquer rede de apoio e vivendo no hotel, Willow usou os próprios aposentos e colegas funcionários para manter a criança. It takes a village to raise a child. Alguém ficava com o pequeno em algum momento, revezando com a mesma facilidade que trocavam os lençóis de cama ou limpavam um copo no bar. Foi assim que ele aprendeu a ser silencioso e esperto, esconder quando estava em perigo. Treinou os olhos para detalhes que sumiam em certo ângulo, o que era bom do ruim, o jeito certo de abordar um visitante não admitido como hóspede. Raynar aprendeu o poder dos segredos e dos favores. Os olhos azuis e cabelos claros facilitando o trânsito, tirando de si o estranhamento de alguém tão pequeno num ambiente adulto.

🗲 A rotatividade do Hotel disfarçou o cheiro do semideus, que crescia e crescia e crescia. Tanto em poder quanto em tamanho. A criança deu um salto antecipado da puberdade, ficando maior do que as crianças da sua idade. E com a maioridade física, o mundo do lado de fora tornou-se impossível de ignorar. Neve, esqui e velocidade, Raynar ajudando as crianças nos circuitos mais baixos e aventurando-se com os adolescentes nas montanhas radicais acima. Na neve, o céu aberto em imensidão, Raynar sentia-se vivo. O cheiro do ar limpo, da surdez pelo vento passando rápido demais e da perturbadora ansiedade a cada curva. As árvores pareciam esconder um segredo, estendendo os galhos para o meio da pista enquanto modulavam o som da brisa em uma linguagem desconhecida. Avisando, lembrando, cantando uma canção antiga cuja letra ou língua Raynar não conhecia.

🗲 O princípio do fim veio três dias depois do aniversário de treze anos. Raynar levou a nova prancha de snowboard para um teste daqueles. Coisa rápida, tinha prometido à mãe. Só uma ou duas voltas. Contudo, duas viraram dez e o sol descendo no céu instaurou o desespero animado no menino. Correu, escorregou, fez o caminho deslizando. O que deveria ser uma mãe raivosa o esperando nas escadas dos funcionários, Raynar foi recebido por uma aos prantos. Gritando, chorando, empurrando para um caminho diferente do normal. Ela não falava coisa com coisa, mencionando monstros e deuses e guerras antigas. Quando falou sobre Os Três Grandes, a risada do mais novo quebrou a loucura. Ele tinha percebido aquelas outras pessoas ao redor, mas só agora notava a estranheza de sua fisionomia. Bamboleantes, chifres despontando de capuz, um rabo agitando a neve dos pelos.

🗲 De dentro do helicóptero, Raynar soube que aquele era o último dia ali. As suspeitas confirmando quando ninguém respondia suas perguntas. Por que a mãe não ia junto? Por que estavam indo embora? O que estava acontecendo? Tudo interrompido com um urro retumbante, árvores quebradas e o ponto escuro na neve que era mão desaparecendo sob uma mancha vinte vezes maior. Foi necessário do sátiro mais velho o uso do dardo tranquilizante no garoto ou ele fritaria tudo com o poder adormecido.

🗲 Raynar tivera um pouquinho de cada de tudo enquanto crescia no meio da diversidade. Construindo a personalidade com a inocência e humildade de uma criança. Adaptação era uma brincadeira na tenra idade, um grande jogo de quebra-cabeça interativo. Agora? O acampamento era uma ameaça, um lugar inseguro. Cada pessoa provocando aquela voz interna que gritava perigo, perigo. Alarmando de tal jeito que ele enlouquecia de tensão, pressionado até o mais escondido nervo, acuado sem saber para onde ir. Ninguém era capaz de acalmar o ataque de Raynar, ainda menos enquanto o corpo vibrava com o poder. Correntes elétricas lambendo a pele sem feri-la, chamuscando a grama e fervendo a água empoçada. Não cheguem perto. Ele gritava e agitava os braços, chorando de medo e raiva. E o sátiro vinha de novo, ancião de mira exemplar, acertando o dardo tranquilizante mais uma vez.

🗲 Levou tempo para Raynar aceitar sua nova realidade, todas as consequências que envolviam sua natureza. Desde a história até as diferentes 'provas' de que deuses estavam entre nós. A criança aventureira fechou-se numa taciturna e distante, grande demais e assustadora sem querer (ou queria). Vivendo sob o teto de Hermes, Raynar encontrou uma nova maneira de viver, resgatando a adaptação que lhe era tão fácil. Em toda a oportunidade, ele se enfiava em missões e tarefas menores. Qualquer coisa, de verdade, para se colocar o mais longe possível dali e buscar respostas de Aspen. Notícias de jornal, matérias de televisão, boatos de qualquer natureza. Só que, toda vez que saía, os monstros o encontravam rapidamente. Sim, era normal ter dificuldades, mas com Raynar era um absurdo. Sim, ele conseguia controlar o ataque, mas precisava de tanto? Tanto afinco para matá-lo? Revoltado depois de uma missão particularmente difícil, decidiu queimar a maior oferenda que conseguiu comprar. A fumaça espiralando para os céus levando a mensagem de Raynar, que cuspia e acusava o pai do abandono da mãe. Falou do hotel, contou a história de Willow sobre o pai, do... Terminou com um grito e foi embora. Determinado a não mais submeter a deus nenhum.

🗲 Raynar acordou com os filhos de Hermes rodeando sua cama. O símbolo de Zeus brilhando bem na frente do seu rosto. Digamos que o filho de Zeus precisou de muito controle para sair do chalé e se afastar pela praia. Andando tão longe quanto conseguia para soltar a pequena tempestade de raios acumulada pela raiva. Daquele dia em diante, sua vivência no chalé foi por obrigação e pelo amor aos irmãos. O pai não merecia nada, nada, nem homenagem nem o mínimo reconhecimento. E, bem, vamos dizer também que o semideus riu consigo mesmo quando confirmaram que o contato com os deuses tinha sido cortado. Ele estava presente durante a profecia, foi um dos primeiros a participar da patrulha, tudo o possível ele se envolvia.

🗲 A mãe tinha ensinado algo que ele levava para vida: se quer algo bem feito, faça você mesmo. E, dependendo de Raynar, os deuses longe só facilitava seu trabalho.

⚡I'll probably say I'm sorry with my fingers crossed

PODERES ATIVOS ⚡ ELETROCINESE. Capacidade de gerar, controlar e absorver energia elétrica. ⚡ ATMOCINESE. Ou Controle Climático, é a capacidade de manipular o clima e dominar todos os seus elementos PODER SECUNDÁRIO: ⚡ FORÇA HERCÚLEA. Super força, estilo famosinho filho de Zeus.

HABILIDADES: durabilidade sobre-humana e fator de cura acima do normal.

ARMA: 

🗲 KATHAROS. Visando a liberdade de movimento e a certeza de que terá todos os lados defendidos, Raynar escolheu a lança de dois gumes. Uma peça de dois metros e meio com lâminas afiadas em cada ponta, capaz de se dividir ao meio. Uma metade é de ouro imperial, a outra de bronze celestial. Sua forma quando não usada é uma moeda pirata, do filme Piratas do Caribe. 🗲 STORMBRINGER. Um martelo feito de ouro imperial, adornado com runas reluzentes e uma gema de topázio incrustada na cabeça. Quando empunhado por um filho dos céus, o martelo é capaz de conjurar relâmpagos e trovões, causando estrondos ensurdecedores e descargas elétricas devastadoras. Assume a forma de um anel dourado quando não usada, ficando no dedo do meio. Adquirido na missão com Charlotte e Josh. 🗲 BOTAS ALADAS. Um pequeno par de botas com asas nas laterais. Quem usar essas botas ganha a habilidade de voar e se mover rapidamente. 🗲 ANDÚRIL. Montante, ou espada mais larga, feita de ouro imperial. Ainda não tem uma forma 'disfarce' definida e, talvez, nem tenha. Fica exposta no quarto, na linha de visão da cama.

MALDIÇÃO OU BENÇÃO: BENÇÃO DE HÉCATE. Manipulação da névoa. Habilidade de controlar e manipular a Névoa; criando formas de névoa, ilusões e influenciar as mentes e memórias. Para controlar com sucesso a névoa, é necessário se concentrar no que ele quer que alvo veja, não no usuário.

DESEJA ESCOLHER ALGUM CARGO DE INSTRUTOR? Instrutor de Simulação de Resgates. Membro da equipe azul de queimada e parede de escalada. Individual da equipe de corrida de Pégasos.

⚡'Cause when I commit, I get away with it

Tem um colar de lâmpadas que reagem com o descontrole e potência da eletrocinese. Piscam em aviso, acendem em alerta e... Bom, você não vai querer estar perto quando a luz azul, bem no meio, se acender.

Sua músicas vem de filmes. Trilhas sonoras épicas e divertidas, carregadas de suspense ou tensão. A verdade é que não gosta de letras, e sim da melodia e dos instrumentos.

O instrutor mais comprometido da Simulação de Ataque. Sério. A intensidade é tão grande que fica um pouco (muito) suspeito ser tão bom no papel de vilão.

Quando saía em missão no mundo mortal. Raynar coloca uma proteção de metal ao redor da perna direita. A névoa transforma em prótese e ele consegue ficar com a lança, esta como bengala.

Surfe, snowboard, skate, patins, ski... Esportes e atividades que usam o equilíbrio são suas preferidas. E os mais de dois metros não atrapalham tanto.

[les-belles-mecaniques]

C’EST L’ÉTÉ, METTEZ VOUS À LA BEACH CAR

Austin 850 Beach Car de 1961

Les anglais ont un talent: Savoir prendre au vol les idées qu’ils n’ont pas eu. Alec Issigonis, alors qu’il travail déjà sur l’absurde Mini Moke, est contacté par un réseau hôtelier qui souhaite disposer d’une auto de service pour ses clients. Il charge le styliste Dick Burzi de dessiner un véhicule léger entièrement ouvert sur une base de Mini. En 1961 est présentée l’Austin 850 Beach Car. Elle récupère la coque à coffre de la Wolseley Hornet et le nez de l’Austin Mini. Les portes sont coupées, la vitre arrière retirée mais le toit en tôle est conservé au profit de la rigidité. La société Lloyd Loom se charge de concevoir sellerie, tapis et autres accessoires entièrement en osier. Produits en deux ou trois volumes, tous ces véhicules recevrons le préfixe « SPL » sur leur plaque constructeur: Appellation réservée aux véhicules spéciaux. Au final, ce seront moins de 10 Mini Beach Car qui seront produites jusqu’en 1962.

Le modèle présenté est le prototype initial, et date de 1961…

[clarasgallagher]

@ethanduckingbarclay

Clara e Julie se despediram dos meninos e de um Austin ainda enfurecido. As duas se separaram no corredor e cada um foi para seu quarto, mas Julie prometeu passar com a amiga antes do momento de descerem até a sala de cinema. A loira abriu a porta do quarto e foi sem demora até o banheiro, soltando uma pequena risada ao se olhar no espelho e ver seu estado. Clara não conseguiu prever aquela guerra de comida, e rir com o pensamento de fazer algo daquilo na sua própria casa lhe dava um mini prazer conflituoso, pois sua mãe certamente surtaria com o resultado e a faria limpar tudo no final, como uma vez aconteceu. Realmente estava rindo a toa, e teve que se controlar um pouco, pensando na quantidade de vinho que tinha bebido há pouco e que ainda não tinha 'desaparecido' de seu sistema. Ela percebeu que tinha molho até no cabelo, deixando-o de cores diferentes em partes de seu comprimento. Quando lavou, quase achou que não conseguiria tirar tudo.

Ao sair do banho, decidiu que deixaria seu cabelo secar com sua própria boa vontade, o que não demoraria tanto, apesar do frio que fazia. Colocou uma roupa confortável e estava calçando suas meias favoritas quando ouviu uma batida na porta. Julie entrou alguns poucos segundos após bater, com Clara ainda sentada no chão, calçando a segunda meia. "Você entra assim na primeira batida, e eu poderia estar pelada" ela arqueou as sobrancelhas, encarando a melhor amiga. Julie entrou, deixando uma fresta da porta aberta, considerando que já iam descer. "Clara, não finja que você se importa com isso agora! Inclusive, você vai usar essas meias mesmo?" "Como assim, é minha favorita! Gatinhos não são sexies o suficiente, você acha?" questionou fingindo indignação, mexendo os pés para cima e para baixo. "Alguém está um pouquinho bêbada" Julie balançou a cabeça.

A loira estendeu a mão para a cabeceira ao lado da cama e pegou sua câmera, ligando-a e apontando sua lente para Julie. "Dê um oi para nossos telespectadores" soltou, ela mesma dando um tchauzinho, como se indicasse para Julie imitá-la. Julie deu língua e depois fez uma careta. "Sim, dê a eles o que eles querem! Meu Deus, isso tá parecendo o início de um filme adulto de baixo orçamento" Clara riu e virou para si mesma, agora dando, agora, um tchauzinho que seria gravado. Normalmente, não falaria tanto tudo o que pensava na hora que pensava, então culparia o vinho até segunda ordem. Por fim, fechou a máquina, desligando-a. Pouco tempo depois, ela ouviu uma movimentação no corredor e pensou que poderia ser Ethan ou Andrew. "Ethan? Andrew? Já estão prontos?"

[duasdirecoes]

 Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você NICK MCCARTER. Você veio de AUSTIN, TEXAS, EUA e costumava ser ADVOGADO por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava ASSISTINDO SÉRIES DE TELEVISÃO, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser DIVERTIDO, mas você não deixa de ser um baita de um CHARLATÃO… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de 2 INTEGRANTE DA BOYBAND na história A ORIGEM DOS GUARDIÕES… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

Headcanons:

Nick McCarter tem 35 anos e era um advogado em Austin, mas não o tipo que inspira confiança. Ele se especializou em contornar a verdade e explorar brechas no sistema, levando uma vida confortável à custa de clientes que, na maioria das vezes, mal sabiam em que estavam se metendo. Sua carreira era uma mistura de pequenas trapaças, fraudes legais e uma lábia que fazia qualquer um acreditar em suas soluções milagrosas. Ele não se considerava exatamente um bandido, apenas alguém que sabia jogar com as regras — ou melhor, quebrá-las de forma convincente.

Na manhã em que sua vida virou de cabeça para baixo, Nick estava ressacado e exausto. Na noite anterior, havia passado horas tentando enganar um cliente rico para fechar um acordo duvidoso, o que exigiu mais energia do que ele gostaria. Ao abrir a porta do apartamento, encontrou um pacote desconhecido. "Isso aqui não é da Amazon, e eu não faço compras na Shein…", pensou, franzindo a testa. A curiosidade foi mais forte. Ele rasgou o embrulho para encontrar um livro velho, pesado, com uma capa trabalhada e o título “Book of the Lost” em letras escuras.

O dia foi uma sucessão de tarefas sem graça. Nick arrastou os pés pelo escritório, jogando o livro na mochila como se fosse qualquer outro objeto. Na hora do almoço, a curiosidade falou mais alto. Abriu o livro na cafeteria, e tudo mudou. Uma luz cegante o envolveu, e quando seus olhos se acostumaram à nova realidade, ele estava em outro mundo.

Nick se encontrou em um mundo de histórias fantásticas, rodeado por personagens e situações que só conhecia de filmes e lendas. A parte mais absurda? Ele, um advogado charlatão e cínico, foi "convocado" para ser integrante de uma boyband. Aos 35 anos, vestindo terno e gravata, ele só conseguia pensar que o universo tinha um senso de humor cruel. Ou talvez fosse o karma caindo de uma vez.

Agora, preso em um cenário onde as regras de sua realidade não se aplicam, ele tenta a todo custo entender o que está fazendo ali e sem saber se realmente quer sair desse lugar ou não.

[atheartbreakhotels]

Freedom (Benny Bauer!Austin Butler)

Sinopse: Benny decidiu que era hora de partir. Decidiu deixar Johnny com o motoclube e sua violência e Kathy com sua vida triste e decadente para trás.

Essa fanfic é inspirada numa fala do diretor Jeff Nichols, que diz que tanto Johnny quando Kathy querem moldar Benny para que ele atenda as expectativas deles, o que o torna um homem infeliz. Nessa história você vai vê-lo escapando dessas duas pessoas corrosivas.

Aviso: Texto livre para todos os públicos

Freedom

Os ombros livres do colete dos Vandals pareciam até mais leves. Não só os ombros, Benny suspeitava que talvez sua alma estivesse mais leve também. Ele já não se sentia mais prestes em ser dividido em dois, como se duas forças opostas tentasse puxa-lo para direções diferentes. Direções que ele nunca desejou seguir, coisa ele só percebeu quando o barulho das vozes de Johnny e Kathy se perdeu no vento, quando ele acelerou a sua Harley Davidson para longe dos dois. O momento em que Benny Bauer pôde se encontrar com Benny Bauer.

Enfim se livrar da presença de Kathy fez a atmosfera perder aquele aspecto sufocante. Ele já não sentia mais o peso envolto em seu tornozelo, o peso que ameaçava prende-lo no mesmo lugar. Que ameaçava arrancar sua liberdade. O peso que ele fingiu não sentir quando permitiu que ela entrasse na sua vida. E Benny ainda se perguntava o que tinha na cabeça quando achou que Kathy, com seu olhar ansioso espreitando pelo bar cheio de motoqueiros, era uma garota interessante. E ele sempre soube identificar bem garotas realmente interessantes.

Kathy com sua conversa, que só girava entorno do seu trabalho numa lavanderia caindo aos pedaços no centro da cidade, era o sinal de alerta que ele havia ignorado. E, todavia, quando ele finalmente acordou do seu torpor, era quase tarde demais. A mulher estava se agarrando a ele como um parasita ao hospedeiro. Foi, aí, que ele percebeu que era hora de partir, encerrar definitivamente aquele capítulo da sua vida.

Também era hora de deixar Johnny e o mc para trás. Benny que havia se tornado parte do grupo de motoqueiros para dividir o seu amor pela vida sem amarras que sua Harley lhe permitia ter,  entendeu que no mc não era bem aquilo que ele havia encontrado. Depois que vestiu aquele colete parecia que o seu pior lado havia vindo a tona. Um cara que ele mal conseguia reconhecer e um cara que ele, definitivamente, não queria ser. Um cara que não demoraria para ter sangue em suas mãos. Um sangue que ele podia não conseguir se livrar.

Em seu momento de epifania Benny, enfim, conseguiu perceber que o motoclube  e  Kathy eram sua cruz ou sua espada. Ambos acabariam o aprisionando de alguma forma. Os Vandals – inevitavelmente – acabariam sendo o seu passaporte para a cadeia. E ficar atrás das grades acabaria sendo o seu fim. Ela, por sua vez, acabaria o aprisionando em sua vida estagnada e sem perspectiva. Estava claro não só para Benny, mas para qualquer um que cruzasse o caminho de Kathy, que ela acabaria seus dias bebendo cerveja e fumando nos fundos da lavanderia. E ele sempre quis mais que uma vida acomodada na mesmice.

Era hora de partir. De agarrar sua autonomia de volta.

Quando o vento bateu em seu rosto, puxando os cabelos louros para trás, e a estrada se descortinava a sua frente foi impossível conter o grito de liberdade que irrompeu de dentro dele. A sensação leve de uma vida sem correntes o preencheu. Benny, finalmente, estava indo embora, deixando os dias cinzentos com seus personagens sombrios para trás.

[juleusse]

L'eau glisse sous les gratte-ciels puis, un peu plus loin, une partie se faufile entre les arbres. Au bout de ce chemin liquide, le Texan a ajouté de la matière afin que l'on puisse se tremper sous surveillance. C'est 9$ pour les êtres qui n'habitent pas à Austin, et je crois 5 pour les autres.

L'on peut aussi se tremper gratuitement si on le fait avant les grillages. Je n'ai pas eu la force néanmoins. Il y avait des corps imposants et tatoués. D'autres gonflés. Des visages en difficultés économiques. Des chiens. J'ai même vu un être avec un anneau électronique noir autour de la cheville.

Mais il y avait aussi de jeunes êtres vivants expérimentant le couple. D'autres faisant du kayak ou du paddle. Ceux-là semblaient réagir au déclin états-unien plus sereinement. Il y avait aussi des êtres qui vendaient des boissons et des sandwichs. Ils cuisinaient la viande au milieu de tout ça. J'étais presque séduit mais je doutais que l'on puisse payer par carte.

Ouais j'aurais pu. L'autre obstacle, c'est le manque d'espace entre les pataugeurs et l'insolence de la flore liquide qui osait s'étaler. Toute maladie aurait été envieuse du potentiel de cette mare humaine et végétale. J'ai donc donné 9 dollars.

Quelle joie de pouvoir abandonner ses affaires seulement couvertes de sa chemise hawaïenne jaune, et d'aller nager presque dans la nature. Autour de moi, the tide had changed. Il y avait moins d'électricité, mais d'autres défis. Des corps travaillés. Des démarches réfléchies. Des comportements moyennement spontanés. Des coups d'oeil à droite à gauche.

Finalement, émane de la piscine une belle connaissance. Si un être fait de la perfection physique sa porte de sortie, well fuck man, le chemin sera fatigant et les obstacles humains interminables.

L'incroyable dans tout ça, c'était la présence de tortues. Des tortues mon gars ! Les cactus étaient déjà un premier accomplissement mais là... En bas des gratte-ciels quoi !

[toyamacityfm-hibikore-archives]

よしもとかよ 「日々是好日」。vol.142 ( 2024/9/11 + 9/18 )

2024   11th + 18th september 　

M1 safe as houses (Eddi Reader)

　 M2 台風のあと (やまも) 　 　 M3 les passants (Zaz)

　 M4 ici ou la? (Francoise Hardy) 　 　 M5 Barcelone (Austine) 　 　 M6 velha infancia (Tribalistas) 　 　 M7 the breeze (おおたか静流) 　　 　　 M8 follow your bliss (the B-52's) 　 　 　

[好日の素…備えを確認すること。]　 　 　 9月は防災月間ということもあり みなさん既に いろんなところで 防災についてのことは 触れていらっしゃるとは思うのですが、 大事なことは何度でも…というわけで 1月からのこともふまえて わたしなりに 防災について感じていることを お話ししようと思いました。 　 地震、水害、台風、津波など 災害の内容によって 備え方は異なるとは思いますが、 基本的にまず避難を どこへどのようにするか、の確認。 自治体からのさまざまな情報や ハザードマップなどを参考に 避難場所はもちろん、そこまでの距離や 避難にどれだけの時間を要するかなど、 実際に自分の足で確認しておくことも 大切です。 　 避難は原則的には徒歩、とされています。 車で避難する方が より早く、より遠くに避難できると 思いがちですが、 道路の状態によっては 走行不能になったり、渋滞になって 避難だけでなく、緊急車両が 現場に辿り着けない、ということも 考えられます。 　 ただ、避難場所まで徒歩で行くのが 難しいケースや、 徒歩では時間がかかりすぎるということも あるかもしれません。 津波に関しては 車移動で助かったケースもあり、 判断が難しいところです。 いろんな避難のパターンを想定して 行動することが求められます。 　 わたし自身、1月の地震以降 普段の持ち物や靴などを選ぶ際に 「この靴で長時間歩いたり、走ったりできるかな？」とか 「このカバンだと両手が空かないかも…」といったことを 考えるようになりました。 また、避難持ち出しリュックを 用意していらっしゃる方も 多いと思いますが、 中身の確認や入れ替えも 時期に合わせてしておく方がよさそうです。 先日の台風のように 気温の高い時期に被災した場合に 持ち出しリュックの中身が 冬仕様だった、なんてことでは 困ることもありそうです（わたしもこれは反省！）。 そうそう、ポータブルのラジオも ぜひお供に加えてくださいね。 充電ができるタイプのものも ありますので、何かしら役に立つと思います。 ささやかなことでも 確認したり調整したりしておくことで 思いがけず助かった、ということも あると思います。 この機会にそれぞれ 災害に対する備えの確認をしましょう。 　 　 　

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[日々是食べたい！… まくわうり] 　

　 子どもの頃から知っていて 口にしたこと��あるのに、 その当時はあまりピンと来ていなくて 大人と呼ばれる年齢になって 初めてそのおいしさに唸る…ということが きっとどなたにも あるのではないかと思うのです。 　 わたしにとって そんな食べものが この夏またひとつ、増えました。 それが、まくわうり。 漢字では甜瓜と書くそうで、 字のごとくほんのりと甘い瓜です。 　 祖母が生前育てていたこともあり 何度も食べていたのに、 この夏の暑さのせいでしょうか、今になって そのおいしさにすっかりとりこに。 一口サイズに切って 冷蔵庫で冷やしておいたものは まさしく癒しでした…！ みずみずしさとあっさりした甘みに加え 食べたときに 身体の中の熱がスーッと引いていく感じが 心地よくて、 気がつくとまるまる1コを ひとりで食べてしまっていたことも！ 　 タイトルどおり 日々是食べたい！と思うのですが さすがにこれは スーパーマーケットでも あまり出回っていない印象。 道の駅や農作物販売所で あった��ラッキー、というものかな、と。 一年中手に入る、とはいかないようです。 　 今シーズンは 能登の志賀町と、富山で購入したものを おいしくいただきました。 また来年の夏に出会えますように…！

[sakurajjam]

MASTERLIST DE FCS TAILANDESES : MOÇAS !

Se está buscando fcs novos para seus personagens, por que não dar a chance para os fcs tailandeses? Existem opções lindíssimas para representar todos os tipos de personagens! Pensando nisso, após o cut, reuni 60 garotas tailandesas que permitem o uso de sua imagem; ia colocar se tinha resources disponíveis ou não, mas optei por colocar apenas o instagram - para aquelas que tem - já que muitas tem hunts, mas não estão disponíveis. Essa lista vai ser atualizada conforme junto novos nomes e por favor, caso usem, lembrem de nomear a muse corretamente, seguindo sua nacionalidade.

Ae Maneerat Kam-Uan, atriz, 1985

Baifern Pimchanok Luevisadpaibul, atriz, 1992

Bella Ranee Campen, atriz, 1989

Ben Raviyanun Takerd, atriz, 1992

Bow Maylada Susri, cantora e atriz, 1996

Bua Nalinthip Sakulongumpai, atriz, 1989

Caroline Emma "Carissa" Springett, atriz, 1998

Charlotte Austin, miss e atriz, 1998. (é tailandesa-britânica)

Chompoo Potida Boomee, atriz, 1999

Florence Vanita Faivre, atriz, 1983 (é tailandesa-francesa)

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, atriz, 1998

Gina Virahya Pattarachokchai, atriz e modelo, 1992

Irin Urassaya Malaiwong, atriz, 2000

Jamie Juthapich Indrajundra, atriz, 1997

Jamie Zella, influencer, idade não identificada (é tailandesa-americana)

Jennis Oprasert, atriz e ex idol (BNK48), 2000

Juné Plearnpichaya Komalarajun, atriz e ex BNK48, 2000

Kaew Jarinya Sirimongkolsakul, atriz, 1992

Kitty Chicha Amatayakul, atriz, 1993 (nascida Kanyawee Phumsiridol)

Lalisa Pranpriya Manobal, idol (BLACKPINK), 1999

Lena Helena Busch, youtuber, 1996

Linn Mashannoad Suvanamas, atriz, 1992

Lovisa Lager, modelo, 2000

Mai Davika Hoorne, atriz, 1992

Mild Lapassalan Jiravechsoontornkul, atriz, 1994

Min Peechaya Wattanamontree, atriz, 1989

Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Idol (membro do G-IDLE), 1997

Mint Ranchrawee Uakoolwarawat, atriz, 1998

Mook Engfa Waraha, cantora e rainha da beleza de Bangkok, 1995

Mook Mookda Narinrak, atriz, 1996

Myra Maneepat Molloy, cantora e atriz, 1997 

Namfah Thunyaphat Pattarateerachaicharoen, atriz, 2000

Namtan Tipnaree Weerawatnodom, atriz, 1996

Namtarn Pichukkana Wongsarattanasin, atriz, 1991

Nene Pornnappan Pornpenpipat, atriz e idol (BonBon Girls 303), 1997 (é tailandesa-chinesa)

Noon Sutthipha Kongnawdee, atriz, 1995

Nychaa Nuttanicha Dungwattanawanich, atriz, 1996

Orn Patchanan Jiajirachote, idol (BNK48) e atriz, 1997 

Pat Chayanit Chansangavej, atriz, 1994 (é tailandesa-chinesa)

Piglet Charada Imraporn, atriz, 1995

Pim Pimprapa Tangprabhaporn, atriz, 1992

Ploy Ploypailin Thangprabhaporn, atriz e youtuber, 1997 

Ployphach Patchatorn Thanawat, atriz, 1996

Poyd Treechada Petcharat, atriz, 1986 (é uma mulher trans)

Prang Kannarun Wongkajornklai, atriz, 1991

Prigkhing Sureeyaret Yakaret, atriz, 2002

Rasri Balenciaga Chirathivat, atriz, 1990

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, atriz, 2002 (é tailandesa-britânica, ela nasceu na Tailândia)

Sabina Ajirapha Meisinger, atriz, 1994

Samantha Melanie Coates, atriz, 1996

Taew Natapohn Tameeruks, atriz, 1989

Thanaerng Kanyawee Songmuang, atriz, 1996

Ticha Kanticha Chumma, atriz, 1995

Ticha Wongtipkanon, atriz e maquiadora, 1994

Toey Jarinporn Joonkiat, atriz, 1990

Wawwa Nicha Chokprajakchat, atriz, 1991

Yada Narilya Gulmongkolpech, atriz e cantora, 2000

Yaya Urassaya Sperbund, atriz, 1990

Yoghurt nattasha Bunprachom, atriz, 1987

Zorzo Nathanan Akkharakitwattanakul, atriz, 1994