#and a ton of them already have tickets to the final shows ???

[coldasyou]

I love seeing people with a list of era tour shows they already went to three lines long in their bio on twitter ask to buy more tickets to upcoming dates. it's like performance art to me.

[bbsmuts]

Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

A/N: I'm writing this to fill in the gap between Mistaken Identity and the upcoming Field Trip finale, which will likely be a couple of months. It was a suggestion by @xiaoondc in light of Somi's appearance at the Tottenham Hotspurs meet & greet. I personally am in favor of the team because my man Son Heung-min plays for them. So consider this a filler smut for the long waiting period. I was originally meaning for this to be a quickie, like 2-2.5k, but I got a little carried away.

Unfortunately all my readers will have to suspend reality a little bit for two reasons. A, because Premiere League games happen in England, and Somi lives in Korea. B, because she'd likely get arrested for what she does in this one. So let's ignore that little snag and those pesky laws and read on. In addition to that, some parts of this were written without a whole ton of thought behind them, since this was never intended to be a long and drawn-out process.

This one will be a little more detailed and a little more accurate than After-match Entertainment, since I actually know how football works (soccer for all you dirty Americans), so I can actually write more of the game into it. Cheers.

And yes, there will more than likely be a part 2 with the Somi x NBA thing.

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, degradation

Tags: Flashing warning (but literally), gangbang, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, spitroasting, DP, degradation

BRRRRRT

Somi's alarm jolted her out of her sleep instantly, the loud tone sending her heart rate through the roof as it always did when she was awoken from sleep suddenly.

"Whatsit..." She mumbled, picking up her phone and looking at it disdainfully. "Come on, it's too early to get up..."

The alarm note read "Don't forget the game, dumbass" and she immediately flew out of bed, suddenly more energized. There was a Tottenham Hotspurs vs. Aston Villa game happening that she had tickets to, and she didn't want to be late.

After speedily getting dressed and doing the quick essentials of her makeup, she went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat before she left. After bolting down her halfassed breakfast she hopped in her car and left, excited to see the Spurs playing in person.

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She arrived at the stadium a few miles dow the road later and had to stop and take in the size of the place; it had to be at least 150 feet tall and probably 400 feet long, a truly massive building.

She had her ticket scanned and headed up to her seat, which was located in a private box in the grandstands. She didn't like being in the crowd because she had sensitive ears and all the screaming made her head spin. So she preferred to be by herself. There was still a good fifteen minutes before the game started, and in about ten the players would be lining up on the pitch.

She talked a little to her best friend Eunbin, who unfortunately hadn't been able to make it, before the players were lined up on the pitch and she had to leave the call to see the action. Five minutes before the game, the team captains were to come to the sidelines for the coin flip to decide who got the kick off. As Son Heung-min, who she'd had a crush on for all of her teenage years and still thought was extremely hot, came jogging over to where the referee was, she couldn't help but mentally note the sculpted facial features, the lean and fit body beneath the tight jersey.

"Damn, he's so fine," she murmured to herself, imagination already jumping to filthy thoughts of what she'd let him do to her. Hell, for that guy? She'd do anything. Her mind showed her images of him choking her until she couldn't breathe, spanking her ass until it's red, pulling her hair, fucking her so nice and deep, ohh god yes...

The coin flip was completed and Tottenham got the kick off, so Son and Richarlison were the two who ran to the center of the field, waiting for the ref's whistle to start. The rest of the players took their positions around the pitch and waited as well; after a moment, in which the fans kept up their deafening roar, the whistle was blown and the game began.

Richarlison passed it to Son, who made a move forward past Barkley of Aston Villa, who'd tried to block him. Swiftly and expertly, he weaved and dodged his way between all the Aston Villa defenders and made an appreciable shot at the goal, but it was caught by Martinez, the goalkeeper. The Spurs fans let out a terrible groan, but it did nothing to dissuade the vigor of the team's players. Ignoring the missed goal, they waited for Martinez to throw it back into play.

—————————————————————————————————— A/N: Now, there's a reason I'm not a sports journalist, trying to write out what's usually a mostly uneventful 90 minutes isn't something I want to do here. Xiaoondc and I have planned to make that 90 minutes far more interesting, but for time's sake I'm going to skip around in the game so we're not all here reading a play-by-play of an imaginary game. So for the moment, let's say that it's the 77th minute, and Tottenham are tied with Aston Villa at 2-2. ——————————————————————————————————

It was beginning to look, to Somi, as if the Hotspurs might not win this one. Son, Johnson, and Solanke had been making some spectacular attempts, Son having scored twice, but Martinez's keeping was superb today. Likewise, Aston Villa's forwards had been putting forth a valiant effort against Vicario, but he had held strong and only conceded two goals.

There were only thirteen minutes left in the game, which meant someone needed to score for Tottenham. The trouble was, they were starting to lose focus and Aston Villa was taking advantage of that. If only there were something she could do about it, Somi thought.

And then, it clicked.

There was something she could do. It was risky, risky as hell, but in her mind entirely worth it. After all, she was in a private booth which would, logically, only be visible to people on the field, and...the entire other half of the stadium. The thought, depraved as it was, send shivers running through her and made her pussy wet. But amidst her thought, she saw Son get the ball and make a run down the outer left corner, and the Aston Villa defenders were closing on him...

The want to do it overtook her and with a deep breath, she mustered up her courage and pulled her shirt up, exposing the naked breasts of Jeon Somi to about 20,000 people.

Her mind, having been silent, was not screaming at her to cover herself up, sending the humiliation chemicals to her amygdala. But in the humiliation and risk, she found a thrill that suddenly had her practically panting with lust. With bated breath she waited, her own shirt covering her eyes, and she heard the Aston Villa fans across the pitch groan and then cheer. Confused, she lowered her shirt to watch the replay of whatever happened on the big screen on the other side. The eyes of Nedeljković, an Aston Villa defender who'd been about to steal the ball from Son, slid up to what was obviously her box and he slowed hugely, letting Son through with the ball with an expression of rapturous lust. Son made a great shot, but it was again blocked by Martinez, hence the cheers. Somi looked down at Nedeljković, whose teammates were throwing their hands up in real time, not knowing what he'd seen.

Confidence in her tactic increasing in light of her small victory, she retreated from the window and waited. She'd distracted Nedeljković for the second Son needed to get through, and if he could put the ball into the goal past Martinez, that would almost certainly guarantee the Spurs' win. Approaching the 82nd minute, both teams seemed to be getting more desperate. They started to get rougher, more agitated, and Villa came close to scoring twice. But then Somi's moment arrived, and Richarlison got the ball and sent it down the outside right. Taking another, deeper breath, she slid her pants and panties down her legs and propped herself up on the handrail guarding the window, sticking her ass out towards the crowd. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the defenders were too focused on keeping him out to look up at her (for all intents and purposes let's say she's in a private box near their end of the field), but she saw Richarlison give a split-second glance at her, and whether it was due to her or not, he suddenly ran faster, and making it past the defenders, slammed his foot into the ball and sent it speeding towards the goal's unprotected left side.

But Martinez was too quick. He sprang to the side and swung his right foot into the ball to counter. It soared across the pitch to the waiting feet of a Tottenham midfielder, who was immediately swarmed by opponents and teammates.

Somi quickly stripped, tossing her clothes aside. Approaching the window again, she was acutely aware of phones being turned to her, fingers pointing, eyes drinking in her naked body through the glass, making her blush even harder.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought, heart pounding as she stood naked before the eyes of thousands. What if I get caught? What if they put me on the news?

But she couldn't lie to herself. If she was to be honest, she knew that she wanted to be caught, she wanted to have everyone know Somi as the slut who flashed tens of thousands of people just to help her team win. And most of all, she wanted Son to see her and know it was her.

The 89th minute. Richarlison came into possession again and took it down the same way as last time, but something was different. Son was running parallel to him up the middle-left side, and Somi knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch-effort, she swung her legs over the rail, propped herself up on it, and spread her legs wide, pushing her feet against the walls on either side for balance.

Somewhere amidst the immediate shame and embarrassment she felt, she registered the sound of the entire opposite side of the pitch collectively gasping and saying "woah". Looking down, she saw the Villa defenders get distracted by the sound and throw questioning glances around, until they spotted her. Mouths dropping open in shock, the lost their concentration and let Richarlison through. It worked! she thought, but instead of shooting for the goal, he sent it to the center, chipping it up over the heads of the starstruck Villa defenders. Son, perfectly positioned, jumped into the air, leaned back, and kicked the ball directly into the top-right corner of the goal, and landed the flip on his feet.

The stadium exploded, the yells of the players entirely drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and the ref's whistle blew three times to signify the end of the match. Son, yelling "YES!" with the rest of his teammates, was borne onto their shoulders. Jumping up and down with elation while the Villa players shook their heads and beat the air with their fists, they made their way over to the sideline, where they all hugged each other and beat Son on the back.

His eyes traveled up the grandstands to her box. She blushed furiously and nearly fell off her perch as she saw his gaze linger on her body before he smiled and nodded a silent thanks to her. Ready to swoon, she got off the rail and got dressed again, silently jubilant that her tactic had worked and, more importantly, Son had noticed her. And looked at her. While she was naked.

The mere thought was enough to make her exultation die down and replace it with pure lust. Undoubtedly there would be a lot of posts about what she'd just done, and a lot of speculation about whether or not it was her. A hot media debate that wouldn't die down for a long time.

Leaving the stadium, she was almost immediately spotted and pointed out by reporters. She realized she'd forgotten to put her mask back on, but she wasn't opposed to an interview.

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

"Miss Jeon, would you be so kind as to spare us a moment of your time?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Somi nodded. "Sure. And please, just call me Somi."

"Alright Miss Somi, who are you here to support today?" The mic was held up to her mouth once more.

"Tottenham."

"How do you feel about the game's results?"

"I'm quite happy with how the game ended, and I'm proud of my team for their incredible win."

"Miss Somi, there have been speculations that you were involved in something that has now gone viral, recognize this?"

Somi's cheeks blazed red as the reporter held up her phone, showing a blurred-out video of Somi's own body being flashed to the crowd.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Some attenders of the game have been saying online that it was you who was in the video, are they correct?" The reporter's eyes bored into hers.

"I'm a very avid supporter of the Spurs, but suggesting I was involved in any public indecency is quite ludicrous."

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

"I was simply passionately supporting my team, any rumors of my involvement in public nudity are pure conjecture."

Her avoidance of a definitive answer definitely did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose eyes narrowed before she concluded the short interview.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

Grinning to herself, Somi fished her mask out of her pocket and slipped it on before heading back to her car, feeling immense satisfaction in today's events.

...

Late that afternoon, her phone started ringing and she picked it up to see an unknown number calling. The Caller ID was someone named Ange Postecoglou.

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

"Good evening, this is Ange Postecoglou, team manager of the Tottenham Hotspurs. To whom am I speaking?"

"Jeon Somi," Somi said, ear-to-ear grin returning to her face. "How can I help you?"

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

He lowered his voice. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Somi didn't even need to ask what he was talking about.

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

"Well, I'd like to offer you my sincerest thanks for your...erm...assistance today. If not for you, I fear we would have lost."

"Ah, well," Somi said, sitting down on her bed and dangling her feet over the edge, "I just did what I could for my team."

"We'd like to offer you an exclusive opportunity to meet the team."

Somi paused the swinging of her feet, surprised and immediately overtaken with excitement.

"Really?!" She half-shouted, then blushed at her own reaction. "I mean, really?"

"Really." She could hear the amusement in his tone. "They'd like to, uh...thank you personally."

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

"A black limousine will be outside the Lotte World Mall at 6:30 pm sharp."

"Thanks, I'll be there."

After hanging up, she reverse checked the number and everything checked out, so, nerves jingling with anticipation, she waited the remaining hour and then got ready.

Having more time to prep herself for an outing this time, she selected her favorite and most revealing lacy black bra with matching panties. A short, ruffled black miniskirt and a skimpy red long sleeve crop top were her choices for outerwear.

(Yes, I know the outfit's not the same.)

Adding something a little hotter to her already done makeup from earlier and adding a subtle hint of her sexiest perfume, she gave herself the final touches to make herself as alluring as possible. And so, having prepared, she set out for the mall, which wasn't a far drive. She arrived at 6:27, parked her car near the mall, and waited outside it.

Only a minute later, a black limo with tinted windows and silver lining on them pulled up next to the curb, driver's side facing the sidewalk.

"Miss Somi?" The driver rolled down the window.

"That's me."

"Hop in."

She opened the back door of the limo and got in, immediately surprised by the quality of the interior. Beige leather seats, soft carpet padding, a massive moonroof spanning the entire ceiling of the car, several drink dispensers opposite the seats, a wine rack in the same place, and LED strip lights lining the entire thing. It was one of the nicest limos she'd ever been in, and after sitting down and giving the window separating her and the driver two taps to get him going, she quickly made use of the large bottle of whiskey sitting opposite her. Couldn't hurt to be a little tipsy meeting them.

A few minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a massive building that she could only assume was the Spur's training facility. The driver disembarked and opened her door for her, then led her in through the front doors of the facility, then through a few hallways and a set of double doors. The doors led her back outside to a football pitch, where six of the eleven players who'd participated in the game were lined up on the opposite side. Son, Richarlison, Solanke, Johnson, Moore, and Lankshear, Son in the lead.

The driver left them and Somi, heart pounding with excitement and lust, approached the eleven.

"Mannaseo bangapseumnida, Somi-ssi." Son said, bowing respectfully.

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

Inwardly, as she greeted all the others, she found it a little ironic to be addressing each other so politely when they were most likely going to be fucking her senseless momentarily. Their eyes roved over her body, which was barely concealed by her outfit and left almost nothing to the imagination. They seemed hesitant, unsure of her allowance. She reached up to the hem of her crop top and stripped it off, revealing the scanty, lacy bra underneath. Immediately they seemed to become more confident, now that she'd shown them that she had no reservations. They closed in on her, hands feeling up her torso and sliding under her skirt. She bit her lip as their hands explored her body, feeling her arousal increase. She was quickly surrounded, various hands tugging at her skirt until it slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

The only response she got was a powerful slap to her ass, which made her moan. Her slick was practically spilling down her thighs, a situation that did not go unnoticed by the team. Various filthy utterances filled her ears, the hands now roughly fingering her pussy making her gasp, pant and moan like she was in heat.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." She bucked her hips into the hands, feeling her bra being unclasped and her breasts being freed. Hands slid over them as well, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She sank to her knees, grasping and feeling up the rock-hard cocks in their shorts. They wasted no time in ridding themselves of the shorts, revealing 6 throbbing shafts waiting to be sucked dry.

Somi eagerly jammed the first one into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth passionately. She raised her hands to jerk off two more as more spanks rained down on her ass from behind her. Each slap send a thrill of pleasure-pain through her, and she relished in the sensation as much as she could while going down Solanke. He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled her head into his crotch. Pumping his hips into her face, driving his cock deeper into her throat, he made her gag and choke on the saliva she inhaled.

"Yes!" She cried as he let her take a breath, pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck my mouth harder daddy!"

He thrust back into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her throat was bulged. She moaned the fingers getting more daring with each passing second. Her breath hitched at the sensation of three fingers being pushed into her tunnel, her g-spot being ferociously fingered. Pleasure flooded her nerve endings, and her moans increased in volume, in desperation. The thrusts to her face got harder, faster, and she knew he was about to cum.

When a thumb pressed against her clit and circled roughly, she lost it.

Her orgasmic scream was muffled by the thick meat in her throat and Solanke's groan as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. She struggled to draw in oxygen past both blockages, and he pulled out to allow her to breathe.

She gasped in a breath and panted, letting herself fall back to the support of her arms. A large wet spot on the grass made it muddy where she sat, and before long they pulled her onto her knees.

"Please," she murmured as more fingers delved into her hypersensitive slit, the brutal thrusts putting her on edge again. "Please, I want your cocks so bad...please, daddy..."

A pair of powerful arms lifted her into the air, and from a glance over her shoulder she gathered that those powerful arms belonged to none other than Son Heung-min, who'd shed his shirt and shorts. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, making her eyes and mouth widen in pure shock and pleasure at the sheer size.

"Please, daddy," she moaned, feeling her hands being cuffed behind her back, "please fuck me! Fuck me so hard I scream and cum on your fucking monster, make me squirt for you, please!"

At this point Somi was shut up by the tip of Lankshear's pressing against her lips, which she opened obediently. Simultaneously, both of them pushed their hips forward, a lot of inches being pushed into both sides of her. She cried out into it, pussy being blissfully stretched out. She felt every inch, every centimeter, every throbbing vein and ridge.

And then they started moving from either side, the sound of skin slapping into skin echoing around the pitch. Her muffled moans, their groans, and the lewd schlicks of both his cock pumping in and out of her slick hole and the other four stroking themselves to the sight.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, trying to distract herself from or stave off the impending orgasm, but it was pointless. The way the veins on Son's shaft grated against her g-spot felt too good. Her moans turned to cries, which turned quickly to shrieks as the waves of pleasure tore through her, obliterating her mind momentarily. Lankshear pulled out momentarily to allow her to release the wail of pleasure that had built up in her lungs. Eyes rolling back, the sensation wracked her body and she squirted hard, drenching the group and Son's thighs with cum. She couldn't signal to Lankshear that she wanted his cock back in her mouth, so she rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to entice him. He took advantage of her tongue being out to achieve deeper penetration in her throat, meanwhile Son kept determinedly pumping away at her pussy. She could tell both of them were nearing orgasm; the telltale moans and "fuck yeah"s didn't do much to hide it.

Lankshear gave out with a groan and buried himself in her throat, choking her and spewing his cum deep down her gullet, delivering a hard slap to her face that only got her going more.

Free from the member bulging her throat, Somi could now fully vocalize the pure bliss she was feeling. Son pulled her upright so they were facing each other, and she felt the steel-solid cords of muscle flexing to hold her up.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes right there daddy!" She cried. "Oh my god, yes, right there, you're so big, I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking me so deep, I love it, yes!"

What took her by surprise was Bissouma coming up behind her and taking advantage of her ass cheeks being spread.

"God, that's so deep!" She groaned, three quarters of the big dick in her ass in one stroke.

Son took one hand off her ass and slapped it, earning a yelp from her and more natural lubricant down below. Both fucked her harder and faster, spanking her more, pushing her closer to her third orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, please!" He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth, and she threw her head back, humping into his thrusts desperately. "Ohh fuck yes daddy, please pound me harder, it feels so fucking good, yes! I'm cumming!"

"Jenjang, nado keuraeyo!" Son groaned, keeping up his pace. (Fuck, me too!)

He slammed her down onto his cock while jerking his hips up into her, reaching new depths inside her and firmly pushing into her cervix and causing her third orgasm.

"FUCK!" She saw stars as the pure sensation making fireworks explode in her brain. The orgasm ripped through her body like a gunshot, her nerves on fire with pleasure as she rode it out. She then registered their hot cum spurting into her womb and bowels, the surges of warmth triggering a fourth, mind-shattering orgasm. An overstimulated, moaning sob left her, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Son gave her supple cheeks one more spank before putting her down none too gently.

She lay still on the ground, chest heaving, covered in sweat. The mud she'd created smudged on her ass and back, having turned cool in the absence of her body heat. Her brain had checked out; there was no comprehensible thought running through it at all.

They allowed her a couple of minutes of recovery time, and when she noticed them approaching she sat up, biting her lip with half lidded eyes. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass, smirking up at them.

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

She left the compound with her holes fucked wide open, cum leaking out of every single one, and a fair amount still on her face. She'd decided to keep it there a little while for some selfies.

"I trust you had fun?" Her driver asked once she got back in the limo.

"I did. Back to the mall, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the quick drive back to the mall and the selfies she had wanted to take, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped inside the mall to wash off her face. Deciding to go for a little walk over the Jamsil Bridge in the cool night air, she started the entirely deserted footpath.

She was about two third of the way through the bridge when a group of men - very muscular men, Somi noted - entered the footpath from the opposite side. As they drew nearer, she recognized one of them. Then two, then three. Then all five of them.

"No way..." she muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized five of the Aston Villa players, Nedeljković in the lead. And none of them looked happy to see her.

"Well, well, well..." Nedeljković said, tone low and menacing. "Look what we have here."

"If it isn't Jeon Somi," said Torres, voice laced with anger, gesturing for the other three to surround her from the back. "The passionate Tottenham supporter."

"And dressed like she's heading to her night shift at the local whorehouse." One of the voices behind her said.

She took a step back from Nedeljković, a feeling of fear rearing its head inside her. Surely they wouldn't beat her up? A five on one? With cars watching?

But the cars weren't watching. The cars were on the uppermost section of the bridge, and the six of them were directly beneath, completely out of sight. The fear intensified.

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

She sensed the three behind her closing in as the two in front did the same; panicking, she turned around and tried to push through them, but their arms shot out and held her back. Nedeljković took her by the hair, bicep flexing with the force with which he was holding on, and pulled her head back to look at him.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did, Somi."

"Please," Somi whispered, not even attempting to escape for fear of further abuse. "Don't hurt me...

"Hurt you?" The entire group laughed, and he took her arms and pinned them to the fence wall she was backed against. "God, she's so naive. We're not gonna hurt you, you dumb bitch. Pretty little thing like you, we're gonna pay you back for what you did another way..."

Her eyes widened at the implication and her cheeks flushed red.

"No, please don't!" She struggled a little bit, to which he put a hand around her neck and pushed lightly. "Please...have mercy..."

Despite how scared she was of them, she couldn't deny that the position he had her in was making her very aroused. Being helpless like this, it turned her on to the point where she was literally trembling, cheeks flushed red and pussy wet again.

"Look at this, lads!" He said, grip tightening on her neck. "We haven't even done anything and this slut is already panting like a bitch in heat!"

His hand left her neck and trailed its way down her body, caressing her breasts, down her abs, and up her skirt, pushing a couple of fingers into her past the panties.

"Mmm~" She purred, biting her lip at the sensation and the fact that she was completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you like that, you little whore?"

"Yes~" She bucked her hips into his fingers, gasping, her eyebrows arching upwards as he roughly palmed her clit and rubbed her g-spot. "Oh fuck - oh my god yes - just like that~"

He slapped her face hard, making her gasp again, and kept fingering her.

"When I ask you a question, you address me properly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolled her hips into his hand desperately, already on edge from his skilled touch. "Oh, please, sir, keep going, make me cum!"

She moaned desperately, needily, begging for release, but his fingers disappeared at the last second.

"No, please!" She squeezed around pure air, whimpering at the absence of the fingers.

"Shut up." Another slap landed on her face. "I said we're giving you some payback, not rewarding you."

He turned her around, and she felt leather cuffs being secured into place on her wrists behind her back. The next second, three fingers had been shoved into her pussy again, making her cry out.

"Fuck, that's it...ooh yess sir please keep going, just like that..."

"Shut the fuck up and take it." He smacked her ass.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, wiggling it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, I'm cumming, fuck!"

But he pulled the fingers out at the last second, denying her the orgasm again.

"Fuck you!" She cried in frustration, an involuntary whine leaving her mouth again.

Quick as lightning, he darted around to where her face was and roughly grabbed her by the jaw, making her look at him.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Nothing!" She immediately became small and submissive again, made nervous by his aggression. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

He sat down on the ledge and pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt up over the swell of her hips.

"Now, you're going to learn what happens to bad little whores when they misbehave and talk back their owners.

He bent her over his knee and put his right leg over the backs of her knees, effectively trapping her, and started viciously spanking her over her panties, which did nothing to protect her ass from the relentless assault.

"Ow! Fuck! Sir, please, it hurts!"

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

Tears sprang to her eyes at the continued abuse of her pinkened cheeks, and she struggled a bit, which only earned her harder smacks.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"You better be fucking sorry!" He continued, heedless of her words.

And yet, in the pain of his powerful spanks, she felt her arousal spike. She arched her back into it, suddenly craving more punishment, more humiliation. She was totally, hopelessly turned on by the position she found herself in.

"Harder!" She begged. "Please, sir, punish me harder!"

"You hearing this slut?" He muttered to the rest of the team. "Begging for more punishment. Just a masochistic little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Her own submission driving her crazy with lust, she kept arching her back, wiggling her hips. He increased the force of the spanks, making her moan louder, and when he added the fingers back, she fell apart.

She barely recognized the voice that screamed out of her throat; it sounded most unlike her: high-pitched, desperate, needy. And in her body, among the orgasmic eruption inside, she recognized another feeling: Hunger. She wanted them, she wanted them a lot.

"P-please," she whimpered, her entire body hot and shaking, "please give me your dick, s-sir..."

"You hear that, lads? She wants our dicks."

"Please, sir," she almost whispered, eyes half-lidded, "I want it so bad..."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her, groaning at the tightness. He ripped off her panties, reached forward, and pushed them into her mouth; she could taste her own arousal and it only made her hornier.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, sir, I need it..."

Fast, hard, brutal strokes were what she got in return. The sheer force of each thrust pushed her forward and made her ass and breasts jiggle. Though muffled by her panty gag, her cries could easily be heard by all.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that sir! Ohh god it's so good, so deep inside me!"

He stopped momentarily, laid down under her so she was on top, and then resumed. A second cock pressed against her asshole and entered, making her double over, not expecting the sudden penetration. One of Nedeljković's hands reached up and grasped her throat and she bit her lip in arousal.

"Now, tell me Somi, are you ever going to do something like that to fuck up our game again?"

She shook her head, earning her a slap, which intensified her lust.

"Say it properly."

"No, sir," she moaned, "I won't, sir..."

"Good girl." She shivered. "You kept us from winning by doing that."

"Well, maybe if you'd – ohh fuck~...played better, you wouldn't have lost." She was playing with fire and she knew it, but it was worth seeing the surprised and angry look on his face. His hand closed on her face, pulling it close to his.

"You better watch what you say to me, slut."

"Get better at football."

He slapped her, grabbed her hips and started slamming his into them. Her moans turned to screams, her entire lower region being overridden by the sharp increase in pleasure.

"F-fuck, that's t-too much!" She cried, involuntarily bucking her hips, her body betraying her words. "S-so good!"

He ignored her and , keeping the impacts in time with his thrusts.

"Care to take that back?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!" She was going to cum again and she knew it, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. She reveled in the harsh treatment, in the submission they required from her, that she so willingly gave. The throbbing in her asshole intensified, and another torrent of warmth shortly followed a groan, leaving Nedeljković as the last one in the game.

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, make me squirt for you!"

"If that's the best you can do then I don't think you want to cum. You'll have to beg me."

He slid himself out from under her and stood, his cock resting on her face as she knelt and looked up at him.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, I want to cum so bad! I want to squirt on your big dick, I need you to fuck me and make me cum again, please~"

"Oh, you need me to? Well, if you insist..."

He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before entering her again in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

"Oh god yes," she groaned, feeling him push down on her head, ensuring she was under his control. "So fucking big..."

"Keep your pretty head down, Somi," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver with arousal.

"Yes, sir," she moaned breathlessly, trying to buck up into him to impale herself deeper. Her shouts and his grunts reverberated around the footpath, and she did nothing to stop them. Dimly, she recognized the feeling of the cuffs being taken off her, and she pushed herself up with trembling arms.

"Oh yes, fuck my little pussy harder!" He reached around, pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit, and rubbed hard, sharply spiking her pleasure. "Ngghh fuck yes! So deep, yes, yes, please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

His fist closed on her hair again, the vicelike grip unyielding. It took only a few moments before she herself closed like a vice on his cock, and she gave a wild yell as a stream of cum sprayed out of her. He grunted, breathing out heavily in an almost-groan as his own cum spurted deep into her.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She breathed like she'd been running for miles, and her arms folded under the weight of her own upper body.

"God damn..." Nedeljković commented, getting dressed again, "Much as I hate this bitch's guts, she is a good fuck. Cuff her to the fence."

Wait, what?! She was woken from her stupor by the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up and dragging her to the fence, directly into the view of traffic. The leather cuffs clicked into place, leaving her sitting on the concrete with her arms above her head, and she was too weak to resist.

The three who hadn't fucked her stepped forward, finally unleashing their loads on her. Thick shots of cum streaked her thighs, abs, breasts, and face, the last few landing in her obediently open mouth. The three quickly got dressed and her brain was immediately awake as hell when they started walking away.

"Wait! I'm still here!"

"Yeah, we know." Nedeljković called over his shoulder. "I wonder how long it'll be before someone finds you?"

"Let me go! Please!"

They ignored her pleas and she settled back down, resigning herself to it. A flash of white caught her eyes, and she looked up just in time to see a phone being stowed back away before the car drove past.

"Great," she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot. "Guess it's gonna be a long night."

...

A/N: Yeah, I did just leave her there for all the traffic and walkers to see. Thanks for reading!

[08luvmailz]

⌨︎ ⁩◞ HERO FANBOY — ! ❪shoto todoroki❫

SYNOPSIS ୨୧ ! which a certain hero from ua crushes (hard) on a idol ! headcanon, ooc shoto

FANBOY SHOTO! He wasn't interested in kpop activities, heck he hardly known anything about kpop in general.

He started knowing about them because of his brother natsuo who bought a heck ton of albums and blasting music in his room.

He side-eye his brother when he's screaming because he got your WINK-PHOTOCARD, as he keep screaming " omg! ITS SO SPARKS "

he saw the photocard and he was like " oh she's pretty " but disregard it afterwards BUTT

DIDNT KNOW HE WOULD FELL THAT HARD

he saw one of your recent comebacks on tv because his brother is streaming it and gahdam ur fucking SPARKLING ON STAGE.

At first he started knowing your group, YOU FIRST then streaming your group songs, your debut solo, collabs. streaming your group shows and music bank AND ALL THOSE

started buying albums too with natsuo. FINALLY HE HAVE SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY WHO WILL BE IN DEPT FOR LIFE BUYING ALBUMS

Natsuo asked who is his bias without hesitation he said your name, bro was smirking so bad at his lil bro BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MAKNAE OF YOUR GROUP, also half japanese and same age as him.

Bro was blushing whenever the camera pans at your face and smirking and doing that HE WAS GETTING HOTTER THAN HIS QUIRK

have a well known kpop stan twitter account who always make short comment about you but ICONIC because of how pure and sweet it is

doesnt know it but actually fell inlove with you NOT BECAUSE OF UR FACE (its a plus on him) but because of your determination and hard work, humour and personality is just CHEFS KISS

no one knows about his obsession welp it almost slip up when he accidently unplug his wired earphones to his phone AND SUDDENLY BLASTING Nobody knows by your group.

he lied he is just a casual listener

defends you on twitter, he looks like a soft boy but damn he is a beast on roasting BUT FAILS CAUSE HE CAN ONLY CUSS AT THEM

dedicated to buy front row tickets when your group finally have a concert there at your hometown

BRO WAS FIGHTING FOR LIFE AT THE POOR CONNECTION

bro brought the vip tickets for him and his big bro (with his dads money ofc, not like his father would know)

bro brought the 2 tickets for each day

won a fancall with you once but DAMN IT HIS HERO STUFF IS GETTING ON THE WAY

poor bby sulked the whole day that he missed the call, he was practicing his lines and tone for you

brought many batteries for his lightstick

make sure he is lookin good (not like he isn't good looking)

bro wake up early asf he want to be there as fast

bro became popular fan after one pictured him as the guy from the (group name) concert at jpn

he didnt know he bacame popular, he just saw his face 3 days after the concert on stan twt

BRO WHEN YOU TWO MAKE EYE CONTACT HE HAS HEART EYES

BRO WAS WHIPPED ASF

you are one stubborn fuck saw this cute guy with a scar and went through the barricades even though security was trying to get you back in stage cause its just a sound check and your safety too

Bro you came closer to him and saw his instax reaching for you. MADE A HEART CHEEK AT HIS FACE AND CAME CLOSER TO HIS FACE

bro almost want to faint right then and there.

you went after that he was kinda sad but happy he got a selfie WITH HIM

making this his lockscreen and making a frame of this treasured photo

You kept stealing glances at him and interacting with hand language, asking if he already eat lunch or just blantly flirting with him

LUCKIEST FAN

natsuo kept pushing his shoulders for every interaction at their section BUT MAINLY YOU ARE FOCUSED ON HIS BROTHER

bro when he came back from school BRO WAS BOMBARDED WITH QUESTIONS LIKE

" I DIDNT KNOW UR A FAN TODOROKI! " " WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME UR A FAN, I WANT TO BUY TICKETS TOO " " i didn't know todoroki listens to kpop " "BRO DID U HAVE PICS AND VID OF (your leader name) "

was now known as poker face but listens to puppy love by (groupname)

After that twt post of him being a handsome fan THEN PEOPLE STARTED SAYING HE WAS THE KID FROM UA, ENDEAVOR SON AND ALL THOSE SHIT

have an article of him now being the hero fan boy

boy he didnt give a shit about them, he just wanting to chill

but that didnt start there

your member posted on weverse a video of you taken, watching the sports festival and chanting HIS NAME AND BETTING THAT HE WOULD 1st PLACE

bro became the luckiest fan alive

saying he is the luckiest fan and hero and all of those then actually GONNA MEET YOU

you have a campaign like a collab with a hero AND THAT IS HIS DAD

participating on a event JUST TO SEE YOU

he did and boy was he nervous

he kept stuttering at the end of his sentence

then because actually friend with you, a little bit touchy side BUT HE IS A GENTELEMAN just subtle glances and touches

got your number and him posting a selfie of you two on twt (he made another acc just to post boast that picture)

after that he was well known as the hero fanboy who will soon in the future marry his idol

that woud be a story in another time <3

[shiro-00s]

heaven on earth

41. one step closer .. !

[ genshin impact smau / idol!xiao x fem!reader ]

The sky was pretty, especially today. There were a few lanterns that were already up in the sky, illuminating the sky with spots of yellow here and there. The festival had a ton of small festive shops, selling traditional masks, and a few fun games. All leading up to the main attraction. The stage.

Among all the attractive stores, nothing could take away the glory that the stage presents, the kind that catches everyone’s eyes. It stood tall among the festival, a view you could see from any angle, and was included in every selfie taken.

The outdoor concert had a whole area to itself, a space waiting to be filled with loads and loads of people, and you had no doubt that it would be filled to the brim. The stage lights illuminate the large stage in the center of the space, giving the platform a much-needed spotlight. A few speakers that looked like they could destroy an eardrum were placed on the stage along with fog machines.

You nervously handed the staff the ticket gifted by your dear friend, Hutao, who you really wanted to strangle because of the dilemma she put you in, an all-or-nothing. You’d have given them a heads up, telling them to meet up with you but you hadn’t contacted a single soul about you coming to this concert.

Why? You had a huge ego. And you really, really didn’t want anyone to know that you were going to Xiao’s concert.

After the whole fiasco with Xiao-Yujin, the internet was skeptical, rightfully, due to it coming from PAIMON, who was the master at making things up. You were skeptical as well, but you were petty and you didn’t really want to go out of your way to ask him. Well, you’re doing it now.

So, after making up your mind about coming to Xiao’s concert - which took a long time - you reluctantly came to the concert with the words Hutao told you lingering in the back of your mind.

It’s about honoring his lost companions.

When the staff had verified your ticket, you looked around for something to do before the concert started. In an attempt to distract yourself, you found a small store that sold and taught the art of crocheting. Well, it does look cute. Why not?

A lady in her early 40s greeted you kindly, a gentle smile on her face as she showed you around the neat stall. When you seemed a little too puzzled, she asked, “Are there any crocheted flowers you’re looking for, dear?”

You blinked. Oh, that startled you.

You didn’t think the lady was one to talk but it seemed you were wrong. Shaking your head, you replied with a small ‘I’m afraid not.’ and a sheepish grin. The lady hummed at your response, looking around at her flowers before finally asking, “Who are you planning to give it to?”

You inhale, “Do you think I’m going to give it to someone?” Chuckling, your eyes scanned around for a simple flower, or anything pretty really, you didn’t mind. Since the lady was nice, you’d give it a shot, for her sake. You’ll give it to Hutao or Xiangling. Whatever.

The nice lady smiled, looking as if she was feeling some nostalgia before saying, “I’m well aware of the look in your eyes. I had the same one when I was your age, you know? Those longing eyes as if you’re waiting for someone.”

Suddenly you wish you didn’t enter this store or come to this festival.

Relaxing your shoulders and neck, you hunched down a little to stare at the flower that caught your eyes at the bottom of the stall.

“I don’t know. Really.”

The lady beside you crouched down to the same level as you, resting her face on her hand as she smiled a little before pointing at the flowers your eyes laid upon.

“Those are hyacinthus. If we’re talking about Greek mythology, Hyacinth is a divine hero who falls in love with Apollo and chooses him over 3 other beings.” She paused, picking up the hyacinthus and grabbing your wrist gently with her free hand.

“But eventually, he was killed accidentally by Apollo. Then he was resurrected again, by his lover and was gifted with immortality as well.” She let the flowers fall into your hands softly, the three crochet hyacinth flowers laying atop each other.

“That’s why its symbolism is devotion beyond the depths of life and death.”

Over the next thirty minutes, more people arrived at the festival along with the concert. The empty space from before had transformed into a mob of people. If you lose something here, you’re never getting it back. That’s why you held onto the flowers with a tight grip even if you didn’t have plans to give them to anyone. Totally.

Your hands were clammy from having to glance around you every 5 seconds in case one of your friends saw you. To say that you were dreading meeting them was an understatement. You’d dig the floor and bury yourself alive if they saw even a glimpse of you.

Reaching for your phone to look at the clock, the sound of a loud screeching noise reached your ears. The noise of microphone feedback alerted everyone to the beginning of a thrilling performance. The anticipation in the air was visible, and the atmosphere filled with excitement and eagerness of the crowd.

The beam lights lit up one after another from the left to the right, the floodlights following right after. The stage, the one piece of art that held the attention of everyone, was then adorned with shining bright lights. The soft glow highlighted the display of the new presence.

Along the stage stood four well-known individuals, the spotlights captured each artist in their glory, possessing an aura demanding attention. The crowd erupted into applause and gasps, the wildness they’ve been since the start. The presence of each spoke volume, all of which were hard to ignore. Each of them had a headset engraved to the side of their face around the ear and the mic extending to their lips. Their outfits are all unique and well-planned, matching the theme of the festival by adding a little bit of gold and black, which complemented their bodies greatly. Especially, Xiao, you think. You’re caught off-guard when the familiar dark-haired man’s head twisted and turned, almost as if he was looking for something - someone. You felt a little satisfied at the sight, the gears turning in your head even if you’re not too sure.

The soft sound of the instruments started to play in the background almost immediately, catching the audience by surprise. The first voice to speak is a feminine voice. Confusion erupted in the audience as none of the mouths on the stage looked as though they were moving.

That was until a certain figure walked onto the stage. Yunjin was dressed with a black corset above her black crop top that seemed to hug her curves well. Her skirt was adorned with golden trinkets and intricate patterns. On top of her clothing, she wore multiple accessories that matched the outfit significantly with her pastel-colored headband of flowers and a short warm white scarf around her neck.

Other voices joined in soon yet your attention laid still on one specific person, one you’re unable to tear your eyes away from. Even as people around you started to bump lightly into you from swaying to the music, your eyes refused to move from the spot they had settled on. Xiao and his pretty, pretty eyes.

His body moved along with the beats of the song, lips softly opening and closing as he sang with his members. Wearing a dark-colored jacket, his clothing is layered with another white button-up shirt underneath and if you looked very closely, you might just be able to see his abs - okay, enough. The point is, you’ve never appreciated someone as much as you did with the person who arranged Xiao’s outfit because the conclusion is that you had never seen anyone as majestic as Xiao and you didn’t believe you ever will for the rest of your life.

Even his navy slacks looked perfect while he danced to the choreography which you believed was carefully planned, anyone could tell even if they didn’t know anything about dancing. You’re not sure how he moved with those slightly heeled boots or shoes, you don’t know and you don’t care. The question is how he moved so smoothly even with those heavy shoes that you knew you would fall and trip on if you wore them?

When your eyes returned to his golden ones, you noticed the pupils shooting in all directions, searching the VIPS, the front, the reserved, the platinum, the platinum plus - you get the point.

You doubted he would be able to spot you in this… what? Fifty thousand hoards of people? That’s an estimate but it was way too crowded and even though your spot wasn’t too far from the stage, he wouldn’t be able to possibly find you like this, right?

Yea, wrong. Because as soon as your thought process ended, the flash of golden eyes seemed to glance across your own and stopped for more than a second - before seemingly relaxing and tearing his gaze away. Though it was just a moment, everything had started to drown out in the background, going quiet before all you can think about is - Xiao, Xiao, Xiao.

After snapping out of your thoughts, one thing you can confirm after listening to the lyrics and melody was that it was indeed a rather solemn story that had been turned into a song. It matched the description that Hutao told you about. The need to comfort Xiao clawed at the back of your throat. You’d have to hold it back until the concert ended. Wait, what?

No, the plan was to watch and leave. But… ahaha.

The concert seemed to pass like a blur in your memories, your lack of focus only helped in not being aware of your surroundings because - oops, you just bumped into some crazily tall dude with hair longer than half of your body? Those odd professional clothing made him look wild but weirdly cool, but to be real, why did he choose them out of everything to wear to a concert? Multiple layers of different shades of brown and a mix of white or gray in this humid and stifling atmosphere.

He seemed more shocked than you it seems, but you’re sure it’s not your clothes because he was looking straight at your face, not your outfit. The brown-haired ponytailed man opened his mouth to speak to you, which is odd because you didn’t know this man, did you?

“Is your name, [name], by any chance? Which, of course, if it’s not, you’re free to say so.”

Okay. Definitely a stalker or something, run.

In contrast to your light-speed thoughts, your body stood still in its spot, not making any attempt to move. Then, against your better judgment, you muttered, “Yea, who are you?”, accompanied by a raise of your brow and a step back.

At your response, his lips seemed to quirk up, a ghost of a heartwarming smile on his face as he reached a hand out to you.

“I go by Zhongli, may I have a moment with you, [name]?”

On the other hand, the concert had just ended. The fatigue and a thirst for water washed over Xiao quickly as he rushed to grab a bottle before trying to slip away to find… someone.

However, a deep voice reached his ears, “Xiao! Don’t go yet, wait for a while!”

God he wished he could just turn around and punch the smiling ginger head waving at him from across the backstage, he had had enough of Childe and him intervening. A sign came from Xiao before he turned back to Childe, mind racing for an excuse so that he can leave him behind and slip away to find you. Just as Xiao’s lips parted, Childe had taken the initiative.

“Before you say anything, I know where you’re going, who you’re planning to find, what you’re going to do.”

That shut Xiao up even if it wasn’t like Xiao was a particularly talkative person. His brow twitched at the knowledge the older male had, annoyance dripping from his tone as he spoke.

“Okay? Bye then.”

Xiao turned away to walk towards the decreasing crowd, grieving the time that he lost spent with Childe. At his actions, the ginger sighed, long and exasperated. Not having the energy to physically deal with Xiao, he decided to use his words, “Zhongli said he told her to go to the place, that place. You know what I’m talking about.”

Pause.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

Xiao believed wholeheartedly he had never felt emotions on this level. Hell, he never really felt any more than annoyance like this. Xiao thinks you’ve been changing him. Little by little, piece by piece, he’ll become an ordinary person going about with his day. Just like how they would’ve wanted.

Shaking away his thoughts, he took small steps towards the area informed by Childe just a moment ago and a while ago through dms when he asked Childe for vacant places with a magnificent view. He didn’t know whether he wanted to run there, reach out for you and just stare at you for a good while or walk slow, slow steps, so that his hopes didn’t get crushed by the possibility that you didn’t listen to Zhongli.

The grass tickled the black shoes that he changed to after the concert due to the initial pair of boots literally being impossible to walk with. The wind is gentle, the view is just as he had described to Childe, ethereal. But, maybe not more than you.

Liyue as a whole could be seen from this spot in the mountains, the warm yellow lights from lanterns illuminating the dark sky and the city, the city he never thought could look this breathtaking. Shivers went down his spine as he continued to look around. The night looked especially pretty tonight.

Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to find anything prettier on this extraordinary night, an almost silent sound of rustling nearby. When he looked up, sweet amber eyes met your wide ones. An expression of relief fell on his face as his eyes scanned you. Then, he concluded that maybe, he had a special view specifically meant for him. You looked divine.

Wait. What? You guys were friends, he shouldn’t have such thoughts. Do friends think of each other this way? Ugh, his head is spinning.

After a moment, you reached your hand out to gesture at him to take a seat beside you on the green grass. He hesitantly took his spot beside yours, shuffling to make himself comfortable as he admired the view.

Silence took over soon after, both too hesitant and unknowing of what to say, and what not to say. But then again, with this view, on this night, on the top of this little hill, it felt right. It felt right that he knew he couldn’t mess up, this could be an ultimate moment for the two of you. A memory to make.

“[Name], you listened to the song I sang earlier.”

Confusion was etched on your face as you turned your head to face the dark-haired man, blinking rapidly at him before responding with a small nod.

“I wrote it. About the people who were- are special to me.” It’s hard opening up to people. He cringed at the mistake he made with that sentence. Although, he couldn’t really call it a mistake, could he?

“I lived in an orphanage once, along with four other kids who were older than me. That time I was like how I am now, quiet, but they got me to open up in a short time.” Xiao’s slender fingers curled up against the grass, looking solemn as he continued. “Especially the oldest one there, Bosacius.”

Your heart warmed up at his words, brushing your knuckles against his curled-up hand in an attempt to bring comfort to him. You had not heard about his life before, and it hurt to know that he went through hard times. You tilted your head to the side a little, an invitation for him to continue.

He cleared his throat before gazing back at the lanterns slowly rising to reach out to the sky, “They were everything to me, my family. Along with Zhongli, who was the one that helped fund us and visited us a lot. Madame Ping, too. She was our caretaker. Apparently, Zhongli was friends with her, I learned that later on.”

Xiao breathed a long breath before continuing with his talking. You were happy to get to know his found family, but he looked sorrowful as he talked. Maybe something bad happened between them?

“It was the best of times, but good things never last.” This time, his words were muttered, and quieter, as if he was trying to stop himself from speaking.

“Our house. It got caught on fire.” Xiao took a big breath before concluding, “They, uhm, didn’t make it out. Was it some electrical fault? I didn’t bother to remember. I was too shocked to think.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to drop a bomb on you like that. You couldn’t muster up a reply to something like that. So instead of a verbal response, you hesitantly uncurled his fisted fingers and laced yours through them, stroking his skin with your palm.

Xiao took your physical touch as a sign of showing your condolences without pitying him. His heart warmed at the thought, heart beating a little faster. “Bosacius carried me from our bedroom to the hallway with the entrance. He was trying to do the same for others, too. But it didn’t work out quite well.” The last words were whispered, his head hunched down to his knees.

You tightened your grip on your laced fingers, bumping his shoulder with yours as you finally mustered up something to say to Xiao - for the first time today. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry that happened to you.” Tone softening to accommodate the solemn atmosphere and an attempt to say something meaningful to him after he opened up to you. That explains the song, too.

Unexpectedly, Xiao turned to you with a refreshed look on his face, as he - out of nowhere - asked, “Did you enjoy the concert?” Like a lost puppy, his eyes stared into your shocked ones. After a few moments of silence, you decided on the best answer you can come up with.

“Yeah, you were awesome.” From bumping your shoulders to leaning your head slightly on his shoulder, sure it's a big leap. But, you didn’t receive any sort of rejection from the male beside you. On the other hand, his heart rate told you a different story. His usually steady heart rate had turned more erratic, you couldn't blame him either when your own matched his unsteady beats.

"That PAIMON tweet is an exaggeration." Xiao muttered into the silence of the air. At those unexpected words, you laughed wholly, as if you couldn't guess that already. But oh well, his reassurance did sound nice. Xiao was in his own little world, his thoughts consisted of how nice and soothing the sound of your sweet laughter was. A small smile bloomed onto his pretty face, watching you smile back at him with a grin.

A night has never felt more meaningful than it did now, with your head on his shoulder and a cute smile on your face directed at him, Xiao wouldn't have it any other way. And if there's one thing Xiao concluded from today, it was that he was in love with a certain gremlin.

"Oh! Here, I almost forgot." Golden eyes blinked at the crocheted hyacinthus between your fingers, glancing between the flowers and you. Exasperated at his obliviousness, you gestured for him to take them, quirking up a brow.

He suddenly seemed flustered as he shyly took the flowers from your hand, mumbling a "Thank you…?"

A sudden urge to make him more flustered crossed your mind.

"You should search up the meaning of hyacinthus later, by the way."

Xiao gulped before nodding his head slightly, looking back up at the now empty sky. He seemed to only realize now how much time has actually passed.

"Oh, shall we leave?" You mumbled, bringing up your phone from your pocket before looking at the time and collecting your things laying around on the grass. Xiao stood up before you, standing in front of you as he sheepishly reached out his hand to you - for what? The third time today?

You shook your head lightly, laughing slightly before placing your hand on his open ones as he lifted you up.

"What a gentleman."

heaven on earth - 41. one step closer

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synopsis ; 🗝️ — in which you befriend your next door neighbour who, unbeknownst to you, was apart of a soon-to-be one of the most popular bands throughout liyue. you're unable to tell if cupid was helping you or not when things with xiao kept going up and down. will he continue to keep his secret from yours truly?

NOTE — new chapter will be out soon bcs no more written portion for a while (ive said this like 4 times and they never go as planned 🤗🤗) !!@!@! yipee. anyways since he realized his shit its easy here on out 😝😝 rikkyu is not [name] btw her user is just that bcs i got too lazy to give her a proper one mb

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[saintunhinged]

Gifts of Love

asra x reader. requested by - @/ 🐇 anon.

word count 1.7k

summary : asra recieves gifts from his partner, you, for the heartsong festival. you recieve something just as thoughtful.

“Perfect.” You stand back to admire your surprise. Asra was still sleeping which gave you the opportunity to put small decorations around your shared room. It was a difficult task moving around while he was in the same room as you, but you ultimately managed to. You were proud of what you were able to accomplish.

Peeking through the sheer curtain was a stream of sunlight shining on Asra’s golden skin, making his features all the more beautiful. A smile gradually stretched across your face, and  you initiated the final part of your plan: waking him up. Your eyes slid closed as you focused on creating corporeal phantasms of butterflies and bright flower petals that soon fluttered over his body.

Indiscernibly, Asra groggily twitches awake. His tired face shifts from weariness to confusion, then his sight lands on you. “What’s this?” He opens his hand allowing the petals to fall into his palm. They brighten, then burst with a cloud of purple smoke upon contact. “Are you doing this?” He avidly inquires.

The urge to grin is suppressed as you proudly nod. Asra is unable to keep from showing his admiration. He smiles softly, his tender gaze staring intently into your eyes. “Of course, you did. You never fail to amaze me.”

You reach beside the bed, retrieving a woven basket decorated in carnations, marigolds, and columbine. Inside are neatly folded pieces of paper, and tucked to the side is a loaf of pumpkin bread wrapped in a linen cloth from your favorite baker in town. Alongside it was a small box concealing another gift inside.

“What are these?” He asks, rummaging through the tons of paper. He then picks up one, eyeing it with curiosity. 

You shrug, feigning ignorance. “Open it and find out.”

He does just that. “Free hugs on demand?” He reads in confusion.

As he goes through the rest, unfolding them, reading them, and then setting them aside, you use the time to explain what they are. “Think of them like tickets you get to cash in whenever. You can use any one at any point in time and by my given word I must see it through.”

“Don’t I get these anyway?” He playfully teases, a roguish glint in his eyes. He leans in dangerously close, so close you feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth.

You decide to play into his game. “Hmm, I don’t think so.” You dare to inch closer, feeling the featherlight touch of his lips on yours.

“These,” he starts, exaggeratedly waving the paper back and forth. “Say otherwise, my love.” Though he tries to maintain a straight face, a smile of mischief peeks through, letting you know he’s already having fun with the gift that left him in a favorable position. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take full advantage of this?”

“I’m hoping you do.”

“Then I choose to use this one now.” He doesn’t bother showing the “ticket” to you. Instead, his lips are on yours in a split second. It’s a chaste kiss that warms you from head to toe. Just as the previous phantasms did, the rest glow, then dispel into varicolored clouds of smoke. When he pulls away, you feel compelled to follow.

“One free kiss isn’t enough. Surely you wouldn’t mind another.” Asra goes in for another one, but you press a finger to his soft lips and shake your head.

“There’s something else in there for you.” You say, pushing the basket closer to him. Asra digs around until he pulls out a small, black box. A smile grows on his face when he opens it. Inside sits a necklace and a pendant filled with white fog. “It’s an alistiope, almost like a frame of mind sensor. Each color reflects how I’m feeling at the moment. If I’m ever in trouble, you’ll know.”

He removes it and holds it at eye level, regarding the object with newfound wonder. The fog immediately changes from white to cardinal pink. His fingers trace the intricate carvings on the pendant’s cage in awe. “It’s beautiful. What does this color mean now?”

You lift the cushion from the bottom of the box and recover a card. There’s a list of colors with denotations beside them. It elaborates on colors mixing and their meanings, along with solid ones. “Intimacy, passion, and security.” He speaks those three words, then silence follows. His gaze speaks emotions even words cannot.

Your fingers run through his loose curls, then you hook the necklace around his neck. When you’re finished, Asra presses an affectionate kiss on the tip of your nose. “Thank you. I’ll wear it every second of every day.”

Last but not least, he takes interest in the pumpkin bread. He pushes his nose into the cloth, inhaling the spices. “I can’t wait to taste this, but it’ll have to wait. I have something for you, too. Come with me.” He seizes your hand and both of you make your way down the stairs to the main area of the shop. He leads you to the counter where a potted bonsai tree sits. “I know it’s kind of big, but we can find somewhere for it.” He states, unknowingly to you, he purposely belittles the importance of the tree. He stands behind you, one hand resting on your waist as the other rotates the pot.

Taped to the thick trunk is an envelope. You raise your eyebrow and cock your head to the side. “A note? I can only imagine what it says.” When you reach for it, you come to learn of the hole the paper once hid. Asra is quiet while he patiently watches you tear the envelope open. You can hardly contain your excitement as you unfold the paper.

INSTRUCTIONS OF CARE

DOB. 11.26    Sex. M

Feed twice a day.

Requires a lot of attention (but leave enough for asra!).

Through habitat cleaning twice a month.

Eats fruit, sap, insects...

The more you read, the more you realize these aren’t exactly the typical instructions for caring for a tree. When you reach the last line, you read: Look inside the tree. You waste no time setting the paper on the counter and bend down to peek inside. You’re met with a pair of eyes surrounded by fur peering back at you. “Oh, my Gods, Asra what is it?” You curiously ask, angling your head every which way to get a better glimpse of the creature.

“It’s a pygmy marmoset. Your familiar.” His statement take you by surprise. You stare at him, still processing the words that sound foreign to your ears. Your familiar.

You’re muddled with the information dropped on you. “But I thought my familiar had to choose me?” Sure, you would have loved nothing more than to have your own magical companion, but was it right for you.

Asra was quick to reassure you. “He did. I found him weeks ago. Despite all the things I was wearing that day, he was only interested in this.” He steps away to retrieve his satchel from the hook by the door. He fishes inside, pulling out your green emerald necklace infused with his magic and yours. “It was the one thing that didn’t belong to me. It was your magic he answered to.”

You take a second to mull over his revelation. Hearing it only makes the reality of it more real for you. You can’t explain the feeling, but at your core, you know it’s true. Your attention flickers between him and the animal, then you slowly break into a huge smile. “This is the best thing ever, thank you!” You throw your arms around him, pulling him into a bone–crushing hug.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this hug alive. Then again, I can’t think of a better way to go.” He teases, but returns your embrace with equal vigor, nonetheless.

When you part, he reaches behind the counter to retrieve a clear canister filled with a light, amber colored substance, too thick to be the honey it resembled. “Here. It’s sap from a maple tree I collected a while ago. It should lure him out.”

All too eager, you screw the lid off and set the sap beneath the hole, and gently coax the marmoset out of hiding. He happily obliges, leaping from and to empty spaces on the counter. When his body is revealed, you find yourself cooing at it. “I’ve never seen anything cuter. Asra look! I didn’t know they made diapers this size.” You enthusiastically express, but his eyes are glued to you the whole time. 

His elbows sit on the flat counter surface as he rests his head in his hands. “Neither have I.”

Pride shines in his violet eyes, watching you interact with the small animal. A doting expression plays over his face, and his fondness and affection for you is blatantly clear. “I’m glad I was able to do this for you. Seeing you like this, happy, makes me happy.” He adoringly affirms, filling your heart with an overwhelming warmth.

There’s no denying how loved Asra manages to make you feel even after all this time. “Being with you is enough to make me happy. This is just a bonus.” You motion to where your marmoset is head deep in the jar of sap and smile to yourself. “Does he have a name?”

He shakes his head, white strands of hair brush against his forehead. “I thought you could name him. Over a cup of tea, perhaps?” A low growl comes from his stomach and his cheeks flush red. “And maybe pumpkin bread.” He bashfully adds.

You both stare at each other incrediously before simultaneously succumbing to a fit of laughter. “Of couse, love.”

You were amazed to learn how much of a mess a small, but very energetic animal could make. When night came, Asra insisted on creating a ward around its temporary habitat until you formed a bond strong enough for establishing rules with it.

The two of you lie in bed, his arms hold you against his heated skin as you listen to the soothing cadences of his heartbeat. There’s a comforting silence in the night lulling you to sleep. Neither of you require words to know his heart beats for you as does yours for him. It’s a delightful feeling that only strengthens your unbounded affection for him. “I love you.” It’s a phrase that has become second nature for you.

You feel his lips caress the crown of your head. “I know.” He amorously utters softly. “And I love you, too.”

[rabbiteclair]

Here is an evolution of my failed attempts to write a third Kozakura fic thus far. (I've talked about the high level issues with it over here.) If I ever actually publish this thing everything under here is potentially a spoiler for it, and I can't guarantee this will make any sense if you haven't read the previous two fics, let alone the core series.

The central premise - shortly after Kozakura takes in Kasumi and Runa at the end of Deluxe, Sorawo + Toriko disappear into the Otherside. Kozakura has to get off her ass and go on a days-long trip to rescue them, with two kids in tow despite her best efforts to do this alone. The whole thing is part of the attempt to target Kozakura that Satsuki implied at the end of the previous fic, so resolving this mess requires them to deal with Satsuki.

(For the purposes of this, the draft/version/attempt hierarchy is pretty arbitrary. I'm just mirroring the folder structure I saved it in, for my own sanity. What little is left of it.)

Draft 1, Version 1 Start with Kozakura and Sorawo picking up Runa from DSR and heading to Kozakura's house.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #1 I decided that Sorawo being there just diluted what is a big character moment for both Kozakura and Runa. So, I rewrote the opening, with Kozakura going about her new daily routine with Kasumi before Sorawo and Toriko arrive to drop Runa off at her new home.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #2 I wanted a little more setup before Runa's arrival, and wanted to establish some narrative threads around Satsuki early on, so I decided to open with Kozakura doing a final stream for her streaming career, since she isn't about to be a vtuber with two kids in the house.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #3 Nah, didn't like that. There's a ton of stuff to set up in these opening chapters, so Kozakura's streaming career is a distraction. Start off with Kozakura heading to DSR to pick up Runa.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #4 No actually start with Runa having already moved in, showing Kozakura's new daily routine with both kids.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #5 No actually start with Kozakura, Sorawo, and Toriko having pizza at Kozakura's place to welcome Runa on her first day, doubling as an after party for the Nest Builder incident.

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #6 Kozakura is remodeling her house to prepare for having two kids with Sorawo + Toriko's help, and they take a break in the evening for pizza and beer. This gets disrupted by Otherside shenanigans that end with Kozakura finding a train ticket for a trip departing from Kisaragi Station in a few days. When she does her very best to ignore this, Sorawo + Toriko vanish the next day. She's still on the hook to have Runa move in the following day though, so she picks up her new kid and immediately decides to take a trip into the Otherside. (You can probably guess that this is the first attempt that made it multiple chapters.)

Draft 1, Version 2, attempt #7 Like the previous attempt, but I decided to scrap the last bit and completely rewrite Kozakura picking Runa up. If she's welcoming a kid to her house while she's being targeted by the Otherside, she had a lot more due diligence to take care of than my first pass contained.

Draft 2 I was still unsatisfied with that, because starting days before Runa moves in means that it would be like five chapters before the main plot started. So instead: Start off the day after Runa moves in, with the entire gang getting together at Kozakura's house to have a big meal, which doubles as the after party for the Nest Builder incident. This gets disrupted by Otherside shenanigans that end with Kozakura finding a train ticket for a trip departing from Kisaragi Station in a few days.

Draft 3 - Viewpoint shift to Runa At this point I was pretty unsatisfied with everything. One of the major issues: Runa moving in with Kozakura is a huge character beat for Runa, and if the main plot is about Otherside nonsense barging in and kidnapping Sorawo + Toriko, there's limited time to focus on her. So instead: make Runa the viewpoint character. After all, her relationship with Satsuki is kind of a huge deal too, so there's plenty to work with, right?

So: Runa leaves DSR with Kozakura, and they head to Kozakura's house for a pizza party with Sorawo + Toriko, which doubles as the after party for the Nest Builder incident. The party is interrupted when Kozakura, but nobody else, sees Satsuki, but nothing much comes of it. The next day, more Otherside shenanigans crop up in her house, and when she calls Sorawo + Toriko for help, she finds out that they're missing.

Draft 4 The vibes of the previous draft felt all wrong. I didn't like how Runa came off as a viewpoint character, which was making it hard to keep going. So, I refined my Runa voice and rewrote it. Also, Runa was present to see Satsuki too.

Draft 5 No, making Satsuki be physically present was too much shit to manage. So, actually, just have some interstitial space Otherside shenanigans happen to Kozakura and Runa.

Draft 6 No, the vibes there were wrong too. Have Runa sense some Otherside presence with her voice during the pizza party. The next day, more Otherside shenanigans crop up in the house, and when Kozakura calls Sorawo + Toriko for help, she finds out that they're missing. She decides to leave the house and stay on the move so the Otherside can't catch up to them, until she can figure out what's going on with those two.

Draft 7, Version 1 - Viewpoint back to Kozakura The thing with having Runa as the viewpoint character was, if you look at the summaries of those last few drafts, Kozakura is the one who's doing things. So fuck it, Kozakura's the narrator again.

Start off with Kozakura leaving DSR with Runa.

Draft 7, Version 2 No, too early. Start with them arriving at Kozakura's house.

Draft 7, Version 3 No too early. Start with Runa already living with Kozakura, with the entire gang getting together at Kozakura's house to have a big meal. Afterward, Kozakura finds a train ticket for a trip departing from Kisaragi Station in a few days.

If you hadn't guessed, this was around the point where my files started being named things like '1 - i hope an asteroid hits the planet and kills everybody but especially me (2).odt'.

Draft 7, Version 4 Okay, but the whole arrangement of having the Otherside send Kozakura a ticket and then kidnap Sorawo + Toriko was weird, right? So, instead: Start with Runa already living with Kozakura. Kozakura invites the whole gang over for a big meal at her house, but Sorawo and Toriko don't show up, and then she gets a call from Migiwa mentioning that Sorawo missed some business with him and hasn't answered his calls, either.

They go to Sorawo's apartment to investigate, and find Satsuki's hand-drawn map of the Otherside, with a prominent labeled building that Kozakura's never seen before. The next morning, she has breakfast, and then [this space intentionally left blank]

Draft 8 - Viewpoint back to Runa Okay, but the action was less Kozakura-focused now, so maybe Runa would work better as the viewpoint character again? So this is exactly the same as Draft 7, Version 4, except Runa is the narrator.

The next morning, Kozakura has a meltdown over the fact that Sorawo and Toriko are probably missing in the Otherside, and Runa suggests that they go look for them at the building depicted on the map.

Draft 9 Mostly the same as the previous draft, but with no building labeled on the map, and Kozakura conceals the fact that Satsuki made the map from Runa. Kozakura does notice a prominent building on the map that she doesn't recognize, though, and assumes that's the message the Otherside was trying to send. She decides to head there to rescue them, and intends to leave Runa and Kasumi here with Akari babysitting, but Runa threatens to use her Voice to get Kozakura to take her along. They go on a shopping spree for survival gear to prepare for an Otherside trip.

Draft 10, Version 1 - Viewpoint back to Kozakura The thing is.

The thing is, Runa isn't really that invested in rescuing Sorawo and Toriko. With her as the narrator, things run out of steam at that point, because it's like a chapter and a half of her tagging along as Kozakura makes all the decisions for their expedition into the Otherside. And once they get into the Otherside, there's a lot of that early on there, too.

So Kozakura's the narrator again.

Start with Runa already living with Kozakura. Kozakura invites the whole gang over for a big meal at her house, but Sorawo and Toriko don't show up.

Draft 10, Version 2 Starting with the party was kind of a distraction, though. Akari and Natsumi aren't major players in this plot arc, so I wanted to focus more on Runa. Start off with Runa already living with Kozakura, going through a day in their new lives.

Draft 10, Version 3 No, that lacked momentum. Start with Kozakura waking up for a typical day in her new life, only for some Otherside shenanigans to crop up. She calls Sorawo and Toriko for help, but can't get ahold of them.

Draft 11 - Viewpoint back to Runa Runa was fun to write, though, and I was struggling to make the story work again with Kozakura as the narrator, so why not give her a shot again?

Runa leaves DSR with Kozakura, and they head to Kozakura's house for a pizza party with Sorawo + Toriko, which doubles as the after party for the Nest Builder incident. Afterward, Runa encounters a minor Otherside intrusion in the evening, but doesn't think much about it.

The next morning, Sorawo and Toriko head off on their first overnight Otherside trip in a while. Kozakura takes Runa out shopping for new clothes and stuff. That evening, Runa senses an Otherside presence, and finds Satsuki's map.

Draft 12 Having the map just fall into Runa's map when she's sitting around felt weird, though, and it lacked character interaction. Instead, Runa's hanging around playing video games downstairs when Otherside shenanigans start, and she and Kozakura find the map together.

Draft 13 Actually, y'know what? Screw the map.

Runa leaves DSR with Kozakura, and they head to Kozakura's house for a pizza party with Sorawo + Toriko, which doubles as the after party for the Nest Builder incident. Afterward, Runa encounters a minor Otherside intrusion in the evening, but doesn't think much about it.

The next morning, Sorawo and Toriko head off on their first overnight Otherside trip in a while. Kozakura takes Runa out shopping for new clothes and stuff. That evening, while they're hanging out in the living room, the TV switches on in a variation of the NNN Special Broadcast story, announcing Sorawo and Toriko's upcoming deaths.

The next day, Kozakura hunkers down to wait for Sorawo and Toriko to get back to help with her apparent Satsuki infestation. They don't show up on time, though, and she starts coming around to the realization that something bad happened to them over there.

Draft 14 - Viewpoint back to Kozakura No but really, I was right earlier - Runa isn't all that invested in Sorawo and Toriko disappearing, which poses some big problems. But also, I can't find much interesting to say about her relationship with Satsuki at this point, which needs to be a major driving force in her character arc if she's the viewpoint character.

So.

Runa leaves DSR with Kozakura, and they head to Kozakura's house for a pizza party with Sorawo + Toriko, which doubles as the after party for the Nest Builder incident. Afterward, Runa encounters a minor Otherside intrusion in the evening, but doesn't think much about it.

The next morning, Sorawo and Toriko head off on their first overnight Otherside trip in a while. Kozakura takes Runa out shopping for new clothes and stuff. When they get back, they see something moving in the windows upstairs. They go to investigate, and see a figure disappearing down the hall. Nothing else happens, but Kozakura smells Satsuki's perfume.

The next day, she hunkers down to wait for Sorawo and Toriko to get back to help with her apparent Satsuki infestation. They don't show up on time, though, and just as she's reaching peak anxiety, the TV switches on in a variation of the NNN Special Broadcast story, announcing their upcoming deaths. She decides to head into the Otherside to rescue them, and intends to leave Runa and Kasumi here with Akari babysitting, but Runa threatens to use her Voice to get Kozakura to take her along. They go on a shopping spree for survival gear to prepare for an Otherside trip.

Draft 15 Buuuut, having back-to-back nights of Otherside shenanigans like that felt weird to me. So let's rewrite it and--

Draft 16 Actually, while I'm making changes anyway, starting off with Runa leaving DSR is too early again. While I'm rewriting things, instead why don't I start off with Kozakura having the whole gang over for a big meal at her house. Sorawo and Toriko show up on the AP-1 to park it there overnight in preparation for their trip in the morning, and--

Draft 17 No fuck it just have the normal group meal, no AP-1 interruption, and no Otherside shenanigans.

The next morning, Sorawo and Toriko head off on their first overnight Otherside trip in a while. Kozakura takes Runa out shopping for new clothes and stuff. When they get back, they see something moving in the windows upstairs. They go to investigate, and see a figure disappearing down the hall. Nothing else happens, but Kozakura smells Satsuki's perfume and finds her map of the Otherside.

The next day, she hunkers down to wait for Sorawo and Toriko to get back to help with her apparent Satsuki infestation. They don't show up on time, though, and she starts coming around to the realization that something bad happened to them over there.

Except having a whole chapter of Kozakura sitting around waiting was boring, and having her impetus for going to rescue them being 'well they didn't show up when they said they would' felt underwhelming, so that doesn't work either. Just one more draft though. JUST ONE MORE DRAFT BRO I CAN FIX IT THIS TIME I PROMISE

[elisedonut]

❄️HARRY POTTER REC FEST 2023❄️

Lightning round because i for sure got distracted and never finished after day 12

so here we go i wont go into too much detail for any of these I did skip a couple that i didn't have an idea for as expected but enjoy!

13. A fic with over 100k words 

Percy Take the Wheel by KittySmith

My personal favorite long Percy-centric fic!

Based on the concept of “What if Molly and Arthur died between the first and second books and Percy ended up being the brother to step up to take care of his younger siblings”

14. A favorite series

Harry Potter and the Ticket Backwards by viciousmouse

Gen Time travel Au’s my beloved. Another Harry goes back in fic but this one has a ton of focus on smaller characters Dudley, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott ect ect.

Also Harry convinces Percy to try to become a lawyer. 

16 A fic that made you laugh 

Hexes Are Not Romantic by Electroid

Flintley with Marcus being dumb and not going about this whole flirting thing very well. Very cute.

19. Fic with the hottest smut 

Points (not) Taken by Green

Flintley with honestly, again Marcus just not doing boundaries but i think about it alot, it’s probably one of my favorite Flintley works.

20. A fic rated G

Dancing Lessons by HPfanatic12 

Gen fic where Percy teaches Harry how to dance for the Yule Ball. Very cute and fun concept.

+ Ludicrous by mrsprobie 

Justin Finch-Fletchley/Percy Weasley, meet cute. Very cute.

23. A soulmate fic

Into Oblivion by hmweasley

Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley, I know someone else has Rec’ed this one for this fest already but i am too it’s very interesting 

24. A holiday fic

Saving Christmas by A_Door 

Percy Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Very cute story of Blaise trying to show Percy their into him without saying it despite their many attempts going right over Percy’s head.

25. A fic rated T

wholly true by starsailing

Flintley, Once again awkward Marcus trying to court/flirt will never not be entertaining to me. In this case with gift giving 

26. A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about

There's Rue for You by Mr_Customs_Man

Flintley but only like kinda, anyway Ok so i’ll admit i'm stretching ending here. The part I think the most about with this is the end of Percy’s stay with Marcus but still I think about the regular ending too, because that whole last paragraph is just oof.

It’s fic exploring an AU where Peter polyjuiced as Percy after the fight and Percy goes through hell

27. A Muggle-AU fic

blueberry eyes ( seem to make time still ) by pandorascrate

Hannah Abbott/Percy Weasley. I liked that they didn't immediately get together. It took years in the story for them to get together. Also Percy feels good in this. I like the way he was written.

29. A post-canon fic More Lessons in Grieving as Taught by Dennis Creevy by angeladex

Gen Dennis and George talk after the final battle. Pulling Dennis into stories revolving around the Weasley’s grief for Fred is always really interesting to me and i’m not going to lie this one almost made me cry.

30. A pre-canon fic Life Lessons as Taught by Luna Lovegood by angeladex

Gen When Luna’s mom dies she goes to the burrow to tell the Weasley’s her family won’t be coming over for dinner after all and Percy walks her home. I really liked this. Percy’s reactions to a 9 year old Luna trying to weave around saying outright that her mom is dead was really good.

31. A fav amongst favs Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by Patriceavril

Stan Shunpike/Percy Weasley, I’m very biased towards this one i won’t even lie but i love it very much. It’s cute, it’s sweet. Percy’s characterization is really nice. Stan’s characterization is really fun.

@hprecfest

[vintagepresley]

One Night Of Sin...

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader 

Word Count: 7,453 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (f receiving and m receiving)), some light fingering, teasing, dirty talk, praise, use of the word whore and slut, rough fucking, one night stand, tons of cursing, typical Elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: Ahhh, okay, I really love this story that I came up with because of that picture of him and just this song in general, the reader is a bit different in this story than my others, you aren't a huge fan of Elvis and don’t see the hype in him, which only makes him more interested in you and he keeps pushing until you give in to him. I hope you guys enjoy it and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts! Also, what do we think about this becoming a mini series in the future? Possibly spelling errors!

One night with you, is what I’m now praying for….

You had taken a trip to Vegas with your best friend and she had gotten the two of you a pair of tickets to see the one and only, Elvis Presley at his midnight show, you had enjoyed some of his music and you thought he was an attractive guy, but you didn’t fawn over him like most women did and your friend was huge fan, so you agreed to go because it was like once in a lifetime type of thing. The show was going to start in less than two hours, and you still hadn’t come to a decision on what to wear, so you sorted through your suitcase looking at the different choices you bought, finally deciding on black mini dress, paired with some brown suede knee high boots and a brown suede jacket, adding few pieces of jewelry to pull the outfit together. You decided to wear your hair down and just a touch of makeup. By time you had gotten ready the time had flown by and the show was going to be starting in an hour, and your friend was already rushing you out the door with her even though you are staying at the International, so you didn’t see the big deal. But she wanted to get downstairs just in case any members of Memphis Mafia happened to walk by because they were pretty good with picking girls out to go backstage to meet Elvis and she wanted the two of you to be those girls.

As you were in the elevator, they had pictures of him plastered all over you couldn’t walk anywhere in the hotel without seeing a photo of him somewhere or some kind merchandise, you found it to be a bit much. “They really make sure that you don’t forget the great Elvis Presley is here.” you say in a bit of a snarky tone, followed by a small laugh. “He’s everything, of course! I’m telling you’re going to have a good time. He’s a wonderful performer and it doesn’t hurt that he’s sexy too.” She said with a laugh. You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes with a smirk. Once the elevator opened onto the showroom floor, you both walked out together arm and arm as she continued to obsess over him, which just made you laugh. You decided to get a few drinks at the bar before the start of the show, seeing the crowd that was forming and the women going crazy to buy all types of merch and at the ready for when they pick the girls to go backstage after the show, it was practically a madhouse and you just watched it all in curiosity, wanting to know what you were missing when it came to him that you weren’t acting the same way. Was there something wrong with you? Or were you really the only sane woman here.

As you both sipped your drinks, your friend continued to case the room, searching for any sign of the Memphis Mafia, and without missing a beat and nearly spitting out her drink she pointed out a few of the members walking through the small lobby and she grabbed a hold of you, dragging you with her as she rushed over to them, almost making you spill your drink. You had to give it to her though she meant business the way she was fighting her way through the other women with you following behind and once she was able to approach them that’s when they started picking out women they thought Elvis may like to have backstage, you casually stood there sipping your drink in the crazy crowd of women, not expecting to be picked, but fully supporting your friend if she had. As they went through picking a few girls your friend happened to be one of them and then they got over to you, and you looked nonchalant about the whole ordeal, and the guy making the decisions, who you soon find out was Joe Esposito, smirked at you and you narrowed your eyes at him wondering what that smirk was for and then he suddenly chose you as well, which you thought had to be a mistake at first, but your friend soon confirmed his decision with her excitement that you got picked and he made sure to get the seats that everyone was sitting that so they could escort you right backstage once the show was over.

“Oh my god, this is perfect! We both got picked and we’ll get to meet him!” she said happily. “Why me, though? Did you see the look he gave me before he picked me? What was that about??” you questioned. “Oh, I’m sure it was nothing.” She said. It was time for the show to start and you all rushed into the showroom, everyone in a hurry to get to their seats, your friend included and once you were had found your seats that were surprisingly very good seats and close to the stage as well. She must have paid buttload of money for these seats. Once everyone had been seated, the lights were turned down low and the intro to, “That’s All Right” began to play and suddenly the man himself began to strut out onto the stage in his fancy suit that hug his body in all the right ways and the roar of the crowd was like no other when he came out and began to perform the song, as the show went on the crowd only got wilder and women were flying out of their seats and trying to make it to the stage, you couldn’t help but laugh, but you hated to admit that he really did have a hell of a stage presence that just oozed sex the entire time, that at some moments he had you ready to hop out of your seat, but you refused to be one of those women, but you weren’t happy that he was making you feel the way he did, you chewed the inside of your cheek watching him on stage, being cheeky and bashful by his own sexiness that he knew he had. He knew what he was doing to all these women.

The show was coming to end and he was closing it with ‘Love Me Tender and you watched as he leaned down to kiss multiple women in the crowd and the women running up to try to get a kiss, and your friend being one of them, you were shaking your head in disbelief and just laughing to yourself that he was actually doing this, back to back he was kissing women and at one point he wasn’t even singing the song anymore. That only caused you to laugh more and watching your friend in desperation trying to get his attention for a kiss and she got lucky because he made his way to her and gave her one, you smiled knowing that just made her entire world and that it’s all you’re going to be hearing about for the next few days, or years. The show finally came to an end, and you watched as she made her way back over to you, nearly on the verge of passing out and her face so flush. She plopped down in her seat and you looked over at her, trying to hide your laughter. “Is he a good kisser?” you asked with a smirk. “I don’t remember… I think I died the moment he kissed me.” She said breathless. You burst out laughing and shaking your head at her. “You’re too much.” You said.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw that man again coming to your seat and he was gesturing you for you both to follow him and you both got him and followed behind him with group of other girls backstage, all of them chatting amongst one another about how much they love him and how hot he looked tonight. You wanted to blurt out those same thoughts, but held back from doing so, but you really loved the show and loved how sexy he looked. Your guide brought you all to a room and finally introduced himself as Joe Esposito and he was offering you all drinks and snacks. “I’m going to have you ladies wait here and once Elvis is ready, we’ll take you to the other room.” He said with a smile before he headed out. You didn’t know how to feel right now, your heart was racing which you didn’t know why, and you were having a pep talk with yourself in your head, not wanting to become like the rest of his fangirls. He’s just a guy who happens to be handsome and very talented with a voice of an angel... Shit... No, no big deal.

The minutes ticked by quickly and before you knew it Joe was coming back and telling you all to come with him, you all followed him out and into this other room where the rest of the members of the Memphis Mafia were and the man everyone was there to see, his back was turned, and he was in a completely different outfit now. “Hey, EP, I got some girls here to meet ya.” Joe said and you watched as Elvis turned around and you felt like your face said it all. You were stunned by how hot he looked. He was wearing black suit with a white high collar shirt, a few of the buttons opened at the top revealing parts of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice the chest hairs that stuck out. His suit was paired with a small belt around his waist and a few rings on his fingers, a simple look but also very Elvis Presley, it was rather big on him, but hugged him in all the right places, that it had you staring at him much longer than you liked. He looked like some sort of sexy vampire. You hated how much it was attracting you and you watched as he walked over to you all, a sly smirk on his lips. “Hello, ladies..” he said in that southern drawl of his the words coming out like silk. But before he could say anything else they were all over him, telling them how much they loved the show and what big fans they were, and wanting him to sign stuff. Which he did without a problem. You slowly moved into the background of all the chaos that surrounded him, letting your friend enjoy her moment.

You couldn’t help but watch him and how much he enjoyed the women fawning over him, with that stupid smirk on his face, he was eating it all up, loving the attention. As you stood back another one of his guys began talking to you, practically flirting and though you weren’t interested you spoke with him anyway, introducing himself as Sonny. “I’m Y/N.” you say softly. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He said with such confidence. You laughed off his advances. “Thank you.” You said kindly. As he continued to speak with you, you hadn’t noticed that Elvis had broken away from the crowd of women around him for a moment and out of the corner of your eye you saw another man approaching you and you looked up to see it was Elvis himself, towering above you, you swallowed slowly at the sight of him. He really was more handsome in person. “Well, who do we have here?” he said with a grin, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you with his eyes. You notice Sonny suddenly walk away now, shaking his head. “What’s your name, honey?” he said staring directly at you as you stared back at him. “Uh.. I’m.. Y/N.” you said nervously. “Why ya hidin’ out over here? Didn’t you want an autograph too?” he asked. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, assuming you were like his fangirls. “No, I’m only here because one of those girls is my best friend.” You said, pointing her out to him. He glanced over at her and then back at you.

“I see, well, Joe certainly knows what I like…” he said with a chuckle, that sly smirk dancing across his lips. “Excuse me?” you say to him, raising an eyebrow. “Aw, nothin’, honey. All I mean is you’re the kind of girl I go for is all.” He said with a shrug. “Go for? Go for? Yeah, no, I’m okay.” You said with a scoff, pushing past him and shaking your head at the nerve of him. You walked over to your friend who was talking with some of his guys after the other girls had left and you nudged her a bit. “Can we go now?” you whispered, glancing over at Elvis who was staring at you intensely, still smirking at you, he could tell you were going to play hard to get and that was fine with him, he liked a challenge. Your friend nodded at your question as you both turned around were heading toward the door, Elvis walked over to the both of you, stopping you in your tracks, he knew what game to play with you and knew exactly how he’d get you into his bed by the end of night. “How’d you ladies like to come up to my suite to hangout for a bit?” he said with a smile. You shook your head a bit. “Oh my gosh, really? We-“ but before your friend could finish her sentence you were interrupting her. “We can’t. We have that uh... thing tomorrow in the morning.” You say, looking at her and trying to communicate with your eyes that you didn’t want to. “What thing?” she said confused. “You know the thing we really wanted to do. We must be up for.” You said more sternly. He chuckled softy. “Well, I’m sure whatever this thing is, I’ll have y’all back to your room in no time. I promise.” He said with a grin.

Your friend turned to you with a begging look on her face. “Come onnnnn.. It’ll be fun.” She said. You glanced up at him and he was still staring at you, and you glanced back at her, sighing softly. “Fine, but we won’t be staying long.” You said to him with a bit of attitude. “Yes, ma’am...” he said with a chuckle. “Hey, fellas let’s move this upstairs.” He said, putting his sunglasses on and everyone got up and Elvis himself escorted you both upstairs while his men followed closely behind as his bodyguards, you felt him slip his arm around your waist as he led the way with the two of you by his side, you tried to move away, but deep inside of you way deep, you were screaming inside that he was touching you. You don’t understand what that concert did you, but you certainly felt uncontrollable around him, but also annoyed that he thought he could just say a few words with that low voice of his and southern accent and that you’d just fall to your knees for him. What a joke. Once you all made it up to his suite and inside you couldn’t help but marvel at how big it was and fancy it was, you caught him looking at you and you cleared your throat, pretending that it was no big deal. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

Once again you stood off to the side next to your friend, watching everyone get comfortable and a few of the guys chatting your friend up again, different conversations happening at once and Elvis who just sat on the couch, and took his glasses off, just sitting there watching you and you glancing over at him every so often because you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. He was smiling this time as he watched you silently and now your eyes were meeting and you rolled them a bit as you tried your best not to look at him, but he just made it impossible especially with his eyes that were so blue that you couldn’t help but look at him, you felt yourself becoming slightly flustered because of him and his annoying staring. So, you decided to confront him, getting up from your seat and marching over to where he was sitting and he sat up a bit, his smile wider now. “What are you staring at?” you asked in an annoyed tone. He grinned at your words, licking his lips a bit. “Just admiring a pretty girl.” He said smoothly. You rolled your eyes at him. “Come on, honey, stop being that way, sit down with me.” He said, patting the seat next him. “Please?” he pleaded. You reluctantly sat beside him, trying your best to keep your distant from him. “Listen, I’m sorry if I came off too forward downstairs with ya. I meant no harm.” He said sincerely. “You just caught my eye and I think you’re beautiful.” He said, moving a bit closer to you. You did your best not to blush at those words, you felt so disappointed in yourself that this man really had the ability to do this. Suddenly you felt like one his fans that melted at the sound of his voice.

“Well, thank you for the apology and the compliment. But please don’t tell me that actually works on women?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow. He laughed at your words, shrugging a bit. “Sometimes it does, well... most of the time. But I see it’s going to take some time for you to warm up to me. But I guarantee that you will by the end of the night.” He said with a smirk. “You are just so confident in yourself, I see.” You said with a small laugh. “Nah, I just know you’re playin’ hard to get. But I can truly see how I make you feel.” He said as he scooted even closer to you, his arm resting behind you on the couch. You couldn’t even look at him now, how could he possibly see that? Now you were becoming nervous, not wanting to face him knowing you’d fall into that trap of his with those eyes and that curled up grin of his. But his assumption would soon be correct as the night went on and he continued to chat you up and letting you get to know him more; you slowly began to relax a bit on the couch to the point that you hadn’t realize his arm was around your shoulders.

You began to realize that he wasn’t that all bad of a person the more he talked which, he did most of the talking, asking you questions about your life here and there. But you got to know him a lot in the small frame of time that you had been sitting next to him, he was actually pretty respectful and decent guy, who was quite deep as well and filled with a ton of passion for what he does. You felt you had misjudged him a bit, thinking he was just some womanizer who was starved for attention from his female fans. You admittedly kind of liked him. After a while your friend came over to you saying she was getting tired and that the two of you should go, you agreed getting up from the couch and thanking Elvis for his hospitality and Elvis got up as well, grabbing a hold of your wrist.

“Stay the night with me.” He said. You looked at him like he was crazy. “No, I should probably go.” You said and suddenly your felt your friend nudge you and you looked at her and then she grabbed a hold of you, your wrist slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “Are you crazy, Y/N?! If Elvis Presley asks you to stay, you stay.” She whispered. “Are you joking? I can’t stay up here with him. Especially not alone.” You whispered back and Elvis just stood by the couch watching the two of you whispering back and forth and suddenly your friend was shoving you back over to him. “She’s going to stay.” She said with a big smile. You narrowed your eyes at her, Elvis just chuckling to himself. “Thank you.” He tells her. “Hey, Sonny make sure her friend gets to their room safety.” He orders. You watched as she left with Sonny.

His attention turning back to you with a grin, and you tried your best to put on a smile, but really you were nervous, nervous about the possibility of being alone with him, the possibility of not being able to control yourself with him. “You don’t mind staying the night with me, do ya?” he said, those eyes of his staring deep into yours, you almost didn’t know how to answer. “No, no, not at all.” You said softly. “Good. I’m gettin’ a bit-tired guys, so I think I’m going to call it a night.” He announced and all of them wasted no time getting up the moment he said that, and you watched as each of them left one by one until it was just the two of you. You couldn’t believe you let your friend talk you into this, this was not something you did, and you were shocked that it was happening with Elvis. You stood in place, watching him make his way to the bedroom and he turned back to look at you. “Well, don’t just stand there, honey. Come on.” He said gesturing for you to come with him. You took a deep breathe, not knowing what to expect or why he even chose you. You took another sharp inhale and then exhaling, and you followed behind him to his bedroom.

You looked over his bedroom which was just as fancy as the rest of the suite and immediately noticing how cold it was, you stood there silently, watching him grab his pajamas and then he grabbed you something to wear as well, it was one of his dress shirts, handing it to you. He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go change into that, honey.” He said with a smile. “Elvis, I… What’s about to happen here?” you asked him, knowing you probably sounded stupid. He walked over to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you close to him. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, baby, I promise. I just want you to spend the night with me.” He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The way he spoke you couldn’t help but believe him, he just had this way about him, he made it impossible to resist him. You nodded slowly at his words. “Okay...” you said softly, so obediently, and he let go of your waist and you slipped away into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes to change into the shirt he gave you. He got out of his own clothes and changed into his silk black pajamas, climbing into bed, and waiting for you. Once you had his shirt on, it hardly covered your panties that you kept on, leaving a few buttons undone. You were sure you were going to do more than just lay there with him, you looked in the mirror as if you were giving yourself a pep talk. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, I guess…

This was so out of your element, and you would never let a man talk you into bed with him as easily as Elvis had, but you felt like you couldn’t say no to him, and part of you didn’t even want to, part of you was curious what it would be like with him, he had pulled you in with his performance, with his looks with that outfit he was wearing tonight and more importantly his charm. You so badly wanted to dislike him, but you couldn’t. No wonder the women fawned over him, but it seemed he liked the women who didn’t easily fall to his every whim, because he wasn’t going to let you off that easy, he liked that you refused to give in to him, that you made him work for it. It turned him on. “What’s taking you so long in there, baby?” you heard him call out to you. “I’ll be right out!” you shouted back, turning on the faucet, splashing cold water on your face and then you shut it off, drying your face with a towel and then slowly walking out of the bathroom, he sat up the moment you walked out, smiling, you were feeling a bit shy that your lower body was on display for him, and you slowly climbed into his bed with him. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” he muttered softly. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. “Lay down, baby, I ain’t gonna bite.” He said with a chuckle. You were a bit hesitate at first but then eventually laid down beside him and he moved to lay closer to you, turning onto his side so he was facing you, one of his hands delicately running up and down your thigh, you pursed your lips together for a moment at his touch. “I’m really glad your friend pushed you to stay.” He said. “Well, I didn’t have choice she wouldn’t take no for answer much like you.” You said laughed softly. He chuckled and you watched as he got even closer to you, his face hovering above yours, both your eyes meeting with one another.

He slowly leaned down to kiss your lips, his lips soft against your own and you couldn’t resist kissing him back, placing your hand against his cheek as the two of you continued to kiss. Oh god… He really is a good kisser… Those soft lips… You felt his hand move up your thigh and over your panties and then on your stomach, tracing his fingers lightly against your skin, he could feel you shaking at his touch, as if you were nervous, he broke your kiss for a moment. “Relax, baby. I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He whispered on your lips. You stared up at him for a moment, trying to find the words to say as your eyes stared at his gorgeous soft lips and then back up to his eyes. “I don’t normally do this… ” you said quietly. “We don’t have to...” he said understandingly. “No… I-I want to… I want to so bad…” you couldn’t believe those words left your mouth, but your body and your mind were wanting the same thing now… HIM.

He smiled at your words and pressed his lips against yours again, deepening his kiss, his tongue grazing over your bottom lip and slipping past your lips into your mouth, you let out a soft moan against his mouth, feeling so embarrassed by it. But that feeling faded quickly the more he kissed you, his hand running up and down the curves of your body, caressing and feeling his way along, squeezing at your breasts gently, he then removed his hand from under the shirt and began to slowly unbutton it, revealing your breasts to him, and once he had it completely opened it, he broke the kiss and pressed kisses down your jawline to your neck and then over every part of your breasts, his kisses light and soft against your skin, you licked your lips and let out a whimper at the feeling, watching him kiss over your body, it all felt like a dream, but it was real, it was all real.

His hands continued to move along your body, his hands desperate to touch every bit of your flesh, he was being so gentle like he promised, it was driving you wild, you felt the wetness pooling between your legs, seeping through the thin fabric of your panties, leaving an obvious stain. You suddenly felt his hand over your panties, touching every part of the fabric until you felt two of his fingers pressing directly against your pussy through the fabric, causing a playful smirk to form on his lips. “I knew you couldn’t resist me, baby... You’re already soaking through your panties for me.” He said quite pleased with himself for turning you into a complete mess. You whimpered at his words, feeling so embarrassed how easy he turned you on. “I wonder what would happen if I did this…” he said with a smirk, then suddenly you felt him press those two fingers in between your folds, the fabric of your panties hitting against your clit and the friction from it causing your body to squirm beneath him, he moved his fingers slowly against your clit, the friction only worsening things for you, as you continued to squirm and whimper, feeling your pussy dripping for him so much so that you had ruined your panties, his fingers lightly coated with your slick. “Fuck… I can’t wait to have my cock inside of you...” he growled

His words alone only furthered your arousal, your pussy throbbing for his cock, desperately needing him to fill the hungry void inside of you that suddenly wanted…. No, needed him to fuck you into the early hours of the morning. You felt him move his hand slowly into your panties, his fingers moving in between your folds, playing in your slick. “Goddamn… You’re so wet for me…” he mumbled, you could feel his growing cock pressed up against your thigh, eager to come out and play. You purred softly into his ear. “Elvis…” You cooed, any ounce of feminism in your body was thrown out the window at this point. He smirked at the sound of your quivering voice, pulling his hand out of your panties, he tugged at them and pulled them down your legs and you happily kicked them off for him. You were ready to give this man, this stranger, Elvis Presley every part of your body, so ready to submit to his needs.

You watched him slide his hands down both your thighs as he moved himself between your legs, spreading them wide open, completely exposing you to him, he stared at your pussy that glistened with your slick, watching it pooling out of you, you began to blush, your face so red that you covered your face with your hands, peeking through them at him. He stifled chuckle escaped him when he saw your reaction. “Mm... Lemme taste you baby…” he spoke softly, gripping your thighs with his strong hands, pulling you toward him, keeping your legs spread wide open for him as he bent your knees lifting your legs off the bed, keeping his hold on your thighs as he laid down, his face between your thighs and hovering just above your dripping, throbbing pussy, you couldn’t hold back the whimpering moans that escaped you, he hadn’t even begun to eat you out and you were already moaning like he was, he glanced at you with an eyebrow raised. “Damn, baby, I got you so excited, huh?” he smirked.

“Mhm…” the only words you could muster up to say in response to him, dying for his mouth to meet your pussy. He pressed a kiss against each of your thighs, tracing his lips against them before he was face to face with your pussy again, burying his face within it, your slick smearing all over his beautiful face, but it’s exactly what he wanted, dragging his tongue deep between your folds, tonguing every inch of you, tasting you on his tongue and letting out a soft groan against you. Your moans coming out as soft whines, reaching one of your hands down to tangle in his raven hair, tugging lightly. His tongue danced around your clit and then pressed firmly against it, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue, feeling your body tremble beneath him as it responded to each of his tongue’s light caresses, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly on it. Your breathing becoming heavy and hitched, your chest rising and falling rapidly, as you threw your head back, moaning out his name softly, so badly wanting to close your thighs around his head, feeling yourself becoming more wet for him.

But before you knew it, he was pulling away from you, licking his lips with the biggest grin on his face as he sat up, you whimpered wanting him to stay there, staring at his face as it glistened with juices. “Good god, woman... You taste so fucking good, and this pussy is soaking for me… I need to feel you around my cock.” He grunted, licking the rest of you off his pouty lips and reaching to tug his pajama pants down, his cock springing out and fully hard just for you. You stared at it, admired it, he was so big it caused you to lick your lips at the sight of him. He climbed on top of you, his lower body resting right between your legs, you felt the thickness of his cock press up against your soaking pussy. You let out a shaky gasp from the feeling. “Oh, please, please, Elvis… I want you fuck me… Please…” you blurted out in a begging tone, you didn’t where this other side of you came from, but you knew it yearned for this man. He liked to hear you beg, he was pleased with the way he broke you, got you submitting to his whims and crying out to be fucked like a good girl.

As he laid on top of you, the weight of his pressing against you he leaned down to kiss your lips and you taste your juices on them, he reached up to wrap his hand around your throat. “You gonna be a good little girl for me, hm?” he said against your lips in a stern tone. You nodded your head at his words swiftly, your hands running over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal that hairy chest of his that caught your eye earlier when it was peeking out of his dress shirt so perfectly, running your hands up and down his chest, your fingers coursing through the hair. “Do what you want to me, use me for your pleasure, Elvis…” you moaned against his lips. He was bit surprised at your words, but that was all he needed to hear. He reached down to grab his cock, sliding it in between your soaking wet folds, using you as his own personal lube, before circling the head of his cock around your entrance, and with one swift movement of his hips he forcefully shoved his cock inside of you, the promise of him being gentle had gone out the window, you cried out in pain, your walls clenched tight around him as you felt him fill you up with his cock, your hands grasping at his chest.

“Holy shit, fuck you’re so tight, baby…” He groaned out. He roughly slammed is hips into you, forcing his cock in deeper, forcing you to take him and stretch out around him, with each rough thrust, you cried out softly, your painful moans turning into pleasurable moans, he fucked you steadily, the sound of his hips slamming against yours filling the room, he wasn’t letting up, every thrust rougher than the next, forcing your walls open around him, taking him balls deep, your eyes rolled back as another moan escaped from the back of your throat, wrapping your legs around his torso tight, his face buried into the crook of your neck,  panting and breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead and he lifted his head, his lips against your ear. “Shit… there you go, baby, opening that pussy up for me like a good little whore. Taking this cock so good…” He whispered under his breath. His words sending you over the edge. He grabbed a hold of your hips, squeezing them firmly in his hands, it felt like he was fucking you into the mattress with how he was moving, he was an animal, you loved every minute of it.

You felt him plunging himself further into you, he felt so good inside of you, you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to destroy you, the whole feeling was euphoric, your eyes rolling back and your mouth forming an O shape as you moaned out his name, clawing at his chest and your nails digging into his skin, causing him to hiss at the feeling, he was hitting each spot that drove you over the edge and closer to the sensation of your orgasm, he lifted his head up to look at you. “Open your eyes, baby… I want you looking at me as I fuck you.” His words coming out airy and light between his groans. Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of his deep blue eyes staring at you, his face dripping in sweat with a look of lust and you stared at him, your lips still parted as you whimpered his name out, the words pooling from your lips like honey. “Elvis… E-Elvis…” you cried. “I love the way you say my name, baby… Say it louder…” he demanded and to get you to do so, he began to slam your hips against his, moving you at the same pace as his hips, the slapping sounds growing louder, the bed shaking beneath the two of you. You squeal softly, crying out his name louder as he kept up the tempo within you.

Each movement only pushing you further and deeper into that pure bliss, your eyes rolling back, making it hard for you to keep looking at him, he loved watching the way he was making you feel, driving you crazy, your orgasm was building, scratching at the surface to escape you, and you didn’t think you could fight it anymore. “E-Elvis… I’m-I’m… I’m gonna cum….” You cried loudly. His groans were becoming uncontrollable as he edged closer to his orgasm, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He reached up to grab your face, squeezing it tight in his grasps, your eyes shot open as you looked at him innocently. “F-Fuck… C-Cum all over my cock, baby.. Make a mess for me.” He grunted, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you sloppily, your lips consuming his in such a hunger, his cock still plunging deep inside of you. Your moans coming out in droves against his lips, the waves of your orgasm crashing to the surface, and you held onto him, your legs tightening around his body, holding him close as your body shook, squirmed underneath him as you came all over his cock, your hips grinding against him as every drop coated his cock, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

“Goddamn, baby.” He mumbled breathlessly on your lips, a string a groans following behind his words, and now he was close to cumming, but he had gotten an idea, he wanted to cum in your mouth, he wanted to see the sticky whiteness of his cum on those beautiful plump lips of yours. “I’m gonna cum, baby... But… I.. I want your mouth around my cock, please…” He mumbled. You looked up at him, biting down on your bottom lip and nodding at his request. He carefully pulled out of you, the precum dripping from his cock as he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, you peered down at his twitching cock as you climbed off the bed, your body feeling wobbly as you did and you got down on your knees in front of him, and he grabbed your face, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me…” he murmured, so close to letting go, he knew the moment that your mouth was around him, he was going to cum. You obeyed his orders and slowly opened your mouth wide for him, your lashes fluttering as you stared up at him, he circled his cock around your lips. “Fuck… You’re going to look so pretty covered in my cum, my little cum slut...” he moaned out, pushing his cock into the warmth of your mouth, you sat still for him, your hands resting in your lap as he began to fuck your mouth slowly, soft sounds escaping you as you sucked his cock tasting the saltiness of his cum, his body began to shake, and his breathing heavier than before. “Ah, shit…” he moans out breathless, that was all he needed to push him into his orgasm, and he grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand and then grabbing a hold of your hair, tilting your head back. “Keep that mouth open, baby...” he panted and he stroked his cock and suddenly you saw the thick substance shooting out of his cock and raining down onto your face and inside of your mouth, he had so much of it to give to you, that it left your face and mouth covered in him, dripping in his mess, he exhaled sharply as he came down from his high. “Fu—Fuck..” he pursed his lips, his cock still twitching in his hand and you swallowed every bit that landed in your mouth.

His eyes lighting up at the sight of you and he did something that you weren’t expecting, he leaned down and kissed your cum covered lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth and the two of you kissed passionately, you moaned against his lips because that turned you on so much and he pulled away with a smirk, strings of his cum dripping from both of your lips. “Damn... that was so hot, baby.” He said with a smirk. You were at a loss for words as you stared up at the man that just completely ruined you. “I… I.. don’t know what to say… You are… wow.” You said softly, unable to form a sentence. He quite literally left you speechless. He chuckled softly. “Let me get you towel, honey.” He said as he got up from the bed, grabbing your hold of your hands, helping you up off the floor, then walking off to the bathroom, you giggled to yourself, plopping down onto the bed and feeling like a whole new woman, a woman who loved Elvis Presley, you were officially one of his fangirls. He returned with a small towel, handing it to you and you smiled at him, taking it, and wiping your face clean, and he took it back, tossing it to the floor.

“Come on, darlin’, let’s go to sleep now. I’m tired after all that fun.” He laughed, slipping back into bed and you slipped underneath the covers with him, scooting over to him as you laid down, wrapping your arm around his torso as you rested your head against your chest and he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you close, kissing the top of your head and you nuzzled against him, a soft hum escaping your lips as you smiled, it wasn’t too long after that you both eventually fell asleep in each other arms.

The morning came quick, and you only had gotten a few hours of sleep when you finally woke up, feeling super tired and groggy from your long night, your body hurting from the rough fucking Elvis gave you, you rolled over to see he was still fast asleep, looked over to see that his alarm clock read “7AM.” You had to get back to your room now, knowing your friend would be worried about you, you slowly and carefully slipped out of bed, grabbing your clothes as you slipped into the bathroom to put them on, not bothering to put your boots on, you were just too tired and you looked like it as well, you tried to fix your face as best as you could and your hair, emerging from the bathroom and seeing Elvis still asleep, you snuck pass him and out of his bedroom, grabbing your purse that laid on the couch as you quickly left his suite.

You looked a mess, staggering through the halls of the hotel as you did your walk of shame back to your room, barefoot, avoiding eye contact with the people who walked by you, feeling as if everyone knew what you did last night, but all the while your mind couldn’t stop thinking about Elvis and what the two of you did and how good he made you feel. Feeling a bit bad for leaving the way you did, but you didn’t think he’d even remember you after this night. You’d just be another notch on his belt. But you didn’t care you were on cloud nine. You knew once you got back to your room that your friend was going to be prodding you with questions about your one night of sin with Elvis Presley.

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Sorry if I missed anyone!!! 

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Going to the movies headcanons

Giorno: always cringes at how much movie theaters rip you off with their high snack prices. Uses golden experience to turn popcorn into ants to sneak it into the theater, but everyone else is super grossed out when he takes out the bag of ants so he eats it all himself. If the movie isn’t interesting to him he will try to see how much candy he can steal from other people using his powers.

Bruno: no one can tell that he snuck a ton of food into the theater, wonder how he managed to do that. Almost always gets free tickets because “oh that’s bucciarati, we can’t make him pay for anything”. Despite already having tickets, he always sneaks into the theater using his zippers because he thinks it’s fun and he is silly. His favorite thing about movie theaters is that movies tend to last somewhere between 1 1/2 to 3 hours, and they are dark. Perfect environment to fall asleep in. Sometimes he will even sleep through the sound of one of his team members getting into a fist fight with someone.

Abbacchio: Gets super annoyed at anyone who talks during the movie (so with the gang he is in absolute hell). Always knows the answers to the trivia questions they show before the movie begins, and argues with Mista about them until it’s shown that he was right. If the theater sells alcohol he buys it (usually wine). If there’s a huge line to get tickets, he will just let the others wait in it for him. Used to love cop movies, and sometimes still enjoys them, but they hurt more to watch.

Mista: is super glad that normal citizens can’t see his stand because they are OBNOXIOUS during movies. Especially if there are any guns in the movie, they immediately start yelling “YES TAKE THAT SUCKER DOWN” and things like that. Despite how annoyed his stand makes him for being disruptive, he is super disruptive. He does commentary the entire time. Him and the pistols eat so much food!

Narancia: he is either super into the movie or super distracted. One time he was so bored he started making paper airplanes and flying them around and they kept hitting people. Has to go to the bathroom multiple times during the movie, but never wants to miss a good part. Always forgets to silence his phone (despite being reminded to many times by the theater AND Fugo AND Bruno AND Abbacchio) and always gets a call. Eats all the snacks :) makes a crazy huge mess always.

Fugo: has a rough time at movie theaters, especially if they are packed. Would prefer to just watch a movie at home. If someone talks during the movie he gets upset, and the more times it happens the closer he gets until he finally snaps. He can’t do 3D movies, he gets a migraine. He often ends up leaving before the movie ends and just sits outside and cries. He does better if the theater is mostly empty and he has a pair of ear plugs just in case of the shenanigans.

Trish: if there’s anything she doesn’t want to do, it’s go to the movies with this group of people. But Narancia and Mista usually convince her, and sometimes it’s a movie she actually wants to watch. Also sometimes they sell cotton candy, and she knows that multiple people in the gang can use their powers to steal her some. If she is super tired of the movie she will leave and just watch TikTok’s outside.

[friccinfricks]

Joe Elliott x Reader head canons: penpals edition

- of course when the guys go on tour, you and Joe have an agreement to try to call at least three or four times a week, especially right before he goes on stage

- but sometimes those short phone calls aren’t enough to get everything out that you need to say to each other (keep in mind, these are international tours we’re referring to)

- so before the tour, you and Joe sit down over (what was supposed to be just one, turns into three) coffee and go over all the different hotels he’ll be at, explicit addresses, and the exact dates.

- it brings a smile to your face, watching how intently he sifts through piles and piles of paperwork, just so he can be sure you’ve got a mailing address “just in case” you decide you want to mail him a letter.

- it’s February of 1983 and the band will be in America for over two months, and with the tour starting in England, you plan on clinging onto him and finding ways to pop in at his hotels when it’s not too much trouble to get there

- but as you go over the list, you realize how exact and precise your planning will have to be in order to get a letter to him. it’s daunting. they’ll be in an entirely new city, oftentimes state, every. single. night.

- he seems excited just to have had the conversation with you, though. he’s eager to maintain this new, sprouting relationship with you, despite the ever-approaching tour. three months is a long time to be away, but knowing you’ll be back home waiting for him makes his heart leap.

- in actuality, he has already started writing letters to you. he started just weeks after you met, but felt too bashful to actually send them, seeing as you went on dates every weekend and he tried to come over on nights when you’d had an excruciating long day at work and were in no circumstance to cook for yourself

- so now he’s found the perfect excuse to show you in writing, what his words have always wanted to tell you.

- ah, but you’ve got a little trick up your sleeve too, don’t you?

- you’ve got a friend in texas whose got a friend in the international airlines and you’ve landed yourself not just a ticket across the pond, but a few nights in Dallas, perfectly in time for just when Def Leppard’ll be playing.

- but you love seeing how excited Joe is. it thrills you knowing that at least every once in a while, you’ll get a letter from him.

- and so it begins.

- after starting the tour in Europe, you find a way to go to the airport with the boys and see them off.

- Phil and Sav are both making vomiting noises when they see Joe plant a tender, but firm kiss on your lips, to which you both respond to by giving them each the middle finger

- you watch as the five of them board the plane, Joe boarding last, and giving you a final wave.

- it’s bittersweet, only because you sent a letter to their first hotel a week and a half ago and alreadr made sure that they’d received it. Joe was absolutely thrilled when at check in, their tour manager walked over and said, “I don’t know how, but you’ve got a piece of mail.”

- much to your surprise, when you go home that day, you notice a thick envelope on your doorstep

- it’s not got any postage or any indication that it went through the postal service, so you’re trepedatious to open it

- you just smile and sigh in contentment when you look inside, seeing tons of hand written notes, all addressed to you as, “Y/N, my beloved,”

- there are poems, doodles, lists, photographs, a little bit of everything.

- one of the last notes you find says, “I’m sorry for the creepy delivery, I just had to be sure you got it today! specifically, today!”

- a few days later, you get your first call from America.

“Y/N!”

“Hmm, who is this? you sound so… American.”

“Oh, how funny.”

“Hello, Joe.”

“Hello, Y/N.” you can hear all sorts of sudden noises in the background now, mostly exclamations of your name.

“Hi, everyone.” you giggle. you hear a thump and a bit of static.

“Y/N, hi- it’s Rick. please, you have to tell Joe to shut up. I speak for everyone when I say he cannot stop lamenting over-”

“Lamenting? who are you? shakespeare? give me a fuckin break. Y/N, don’t listen to him. he’s a liar and a thief.” you hear Joe distantly in the background.

“Lamenting over how just heartbrokenly lonely he is.” this time it’s Steve who chimes in.

“It’s as if the man has never used his hand before.”

“Bollocks!”

you can’t contain your laughter, it just keeps rolling out of you, your sides hurt as you gasp for air.

- all of the calls right before shows are like this

- some, however, are made from hotel bedrooms, and include much more… explicit, dirty conversation.

- you listen intently as Joe tells you all of his most wild, urgent thoughts. you can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body as you obey his commands through the phone receiver, accompanied by stern reminders that you have to be quiet, as you wouldn’t want to disturb your neighbors on the other side of your flat’s walls.

- it’s fair. you’ve had it coming, after all. with every new letter sent, there includes a page full of paragraphs of the most raw, animalistic urges you’ve had in his absence.

- and the pictures. oh, the pictures.

- Joe loses his mind every time you send him a new polaroid of some shocking nude pose you’ve gotten yourself into.

- the letters continue throughout the entire tour, back and forth, as do the calls.

- and let’s just say when you show up at his Dallas hotel room an hour before he checks in, clad in a mini skirt, a button up a few sizes too small, and a smile, he goes absolutely feral.

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda under the cut

Shiv Roy

She's honestly kind of a canonical victim of yaoi almost. She and her husband Tom have a loveless marriage but never end up getting divorced. Tom has a weird psychosexual obsession with Shiv's cousin Greg and at one point literally compares them all to the time Emperor Nero pushed his wife down the stairs and then castrated and married a slave boy named Sporus (Tom is unwell). Anyway the show just ended and long story short Tom is now CEO of Shiv's family's evil company and she is reduced to being his pregnant wife (which is the result of her voting not to authorize either of her brothers as CEO in order to save them from themselves) and Tom made another weird comment about literally owning Greg. And now people who ship Tom and Greg are like "omg it's canon we won" but I don't. Think that they did. Sorry I'm rambling it was just a really good finale idek if this counts but

I will be honest I'm not really tuned into the tomgreg fandom, but tons of people wanted tom to leave shiv and get with greg and tons of people thought shiv was the devil incarnate and refused to see any nuance in her character and I don't think those two things are a coincidence. 

She gets a lot of hate from fans, largely just for being a woman who reacts in a non pretty way to abuse and for doing the exact same shitty stuff her brothers do. But also a large part of the hate she gets comes from the people who ship her husband with her cousin. To the point where people claim she's abusing her husband who views her as an accessory, a baby factory, and a ticket to money. Don't get me wrong, their relationship is incredibly toxic and unhealthy, but it is so on both of their parts. But Shiv's the only one who gets criticized for it

Kyoko Kirigiri

The anime series Danganronpa 3's ending somewhat implied she and Makoto are a couple but the fandom likes to ship Makoto with Byakuya much more. The same anime series also saw a lot of hatred against her character and well, it was already there because people also complain about how she acted in the original Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc game as well, unfairly in my opinion. She's really cool and really smart and just isn't the quickest to trust people, which makes sense considering she's in fucking death games. Her deduction skills and strategy played a big part in saving the people who did make it out BOTH times she was in killing games and in one of those cases she was even willing to potentially sacrifice herself for it. I'll stop now but she is my most mistreated fave

arguably the most important character in the game but gets tossed aside a lot because of the two male leads byakuya and the main guy (dont even remember his name ngl) and she is so pretty and cool and smart and i love her so yeah <3

[madsworld15]

Been doing a lot of thinking these last few days. Read: I’ve been doom spiraling, and when I do that, my brain thinks about Ryan Kelley.

TL;DR: One fan's bond with the actor Ryan Kelley.

My friends, and Twitter followers know the story but I want to write it out here so I can always go back to it when I’m feeling down on myself.

I first met Ryan Kelley at HowlerCon in NJ in 2015. That year it was my first ever con so I was beside myself anxious. However, I got a photo op with Ryan because I’d loved him for years, since he was in Prayers for Bobby. That photo op didn’t turn out well, but I was proud of myself for actually doing it. That whole weekend I barely said ten words to him.

So, 7 months later in June 2016, when I saw him again at HowlerCon, I really expected Ryan to not recognize me at all. Instead, he grinned really big and said he was so happy to see me come back. He asked me for my name and smiled really big as he repeated it back to me. I had a meet and greet with him later that day, so we parted ways.

At the meet and greet, I was given the opportunity to ask a question. I asked him how hard it was to get into character for Bobby considering how morose the character always was and what ultimately happened to him. Ryan was so generous with his response and seemed genuinely happy someone had asked him about this movie.

At the end of the meet and greet I approached him directly and asked him if I could hand him something I had written for him. He told me sure, and I scrambled in my bag to find the letter. As I handed it to him, I conveyed that I was grateful he answered my question about Prayers for Bobby since it was such an important film for me. He returned the sentiment saying it was one of the most important roles he has ever done.

Later on that night, there was a party where the cast and fans could dance together and have a good time. I went, despite my anxiety, and I ended up finding Ryan on the edge of the crowd just watching. I was about to leave myself, having already used up all my social spoons, but a part of me told me I should go and talk to him. So I did. We ended up having a wonderful conversation about observing the world around us and about being from big families. He talked a bit about how his parents adopted a ton of kids, and I talked about how I had been adopted myself. Something shifted between us that day, and whatever the cause, I'm grateful it did.

The next day at his autograph session, he asked me if I was feeling better today. Then he held my hand as he signed for me, and I explained that I had anxiety which sometimes got in the way of me enjoying things. For the first time ever, Ryan wrote me a message on the image he signed for me, and he thanked me for coming.

HowlerCon convened again in June 2017, which was billed as being the last one. It made sense, considering that, at the time, the show was coming to a close. When they had announced their guests for that final year I kept waiting and waiting for them to announce Ryan's name. He was a staple for the con. So I knew he'd be attending, but as more and more got announced, I was certain he wasn't going to make it. But then, on April 21st, the con announced he was one of their Bonus Guests. I didn't see the announcement initially, but one of my con friends tagged me in a tweet response, saying they just knew I would be beside myself with that announcement.

I was excited, but then a confluence of events happened in my personal life that pushed that con completely from my mind until a few weeks before it was scheduled to happen. I bought all the photo ops with Ryan I could afford (resulting in a total of 3 different poses) and an autograph ticket along with a ticket to his meet and greet.

That year, I was excited and sad all at the same time. Ryan and I had many opportunities to talk and joke. His presence was a balm that I desperately needed at that time, considering the insanity of my life. He never once judged me for things I said or did, even if I bet more money than I should on an auction for a bobblehead of his character. When I didn't win the bobblehead, he asked his handler to come find me in the crowd and come up to him. He then hugged me and told me he appreciated the support I always showed him.

That year, I asked Ryan to write out the words: Be Your Own Anchor so that I could get them tattooed on me for my birthday. (A few months after this con, I did just that.) He joked that he wasn't a fan of tattoos himself, but if that was what I wanted, he would do it. Since I had two autograph tickets, Ryan also signed our photo op and wrote me the following message:

So glad I got to spend this weekend with you. XOXO (his signature)

Then, over the next couple of years, I would post something on Instagram related to him or Parrish and tag him, and he would like the post or comment in some way. I even remember sending him a message on Instagram during one of my low grief periods after my Pop died and when my Nana was dying of cancer. He responded and basically told me that I mattered and I wasn't a nobody.

Then came the COVID-19 lockdown. I had an excess of money because I was getting the government stipend while also being on unemployment because daycares weren't able to open during that time. So, when an auction came up to have a 15-minute Zoom call with Ryan, I leaped at the chance and won the auction.

When he came on the screen, he told me. "Let me ask you questions since I'm sure you don't have any for me." So, our conversation centered on my job -- which at the time was working for daycare and my TV critic side gig. He was very interested in my TV critic gig and I admitted to him that I reviewed his Christmas movie. He asked me who paid me to watch it.

All in all, it was a great time, and then the next day, the organizers of the event asked me for my Twitter handle. I assumed it was for promotional reasons, so I gave it to them. The next day I was driving home from work and had pulled over to get gas when I saw I had a notification that Ryan Kelley had followed me. Then a few moments later, he sent me a message letting me know that my positive attitude about the stuff we were going through really inspired him, and he was grateful that we got the chance to connect again.

I didn't talk to Ryan much over the next few years, an occasional message back and forth on Instagram or Twitter, but nothing major. Then Howler Reunion happened in June 2022, and I realized there were some things I had to tell Ryan. For one, in the time since we had last spoken I had come out to the world as non-binary and had changed my name. I knew he would be very gracious about it all, but still, I worried.

It came to the day of my duo photo op with Ryan Kelley and Linden Ashby. I had decided I would come out to both of them because my bond with Linden had always been like he was a father to me. So, I wore my Asexual pride shirt and my non-binary colored flannel and hoped for the best. My dear friend Lori, who helped run the con, went with me for moral support.

I don't remember exactly what I said to them, but I do remember that I told them afterward that this photo op was a "Pride" one so they could act proud of me. Linden reassured me that there was no acting necessary because he was proud of me. Ryan just squeezed me close to him in a side hug. Seeing the photo result, I am forever grateful that I chose to come out to Ryan because the way he looks at me in this photo is hard to describe, but gives me so much comfort to this day.

The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. I do remember at my individual photo op with Ryan he asked me to explain the reasoning behind my new name. He said he had always been able to remember my old name because it was the same as his mom's and that I reminded him of her in personality and my kind nature. (cue the tears seriously) I explained to him the history behind my adopted name and how I wanted to keep a piece of that even with a more gender-neutral name so I had shortened my middle name to what is now my first. I then explained to him that it was so wonderful hearing him say my new name out loud because I felt like he was an extension of my family and that no one in my immediate family had been willing to use it yet, at least not at that point. He looked so concerned for me that my own mom wasn't being respectful at the time, and he pulled me into another hug.

That afternoon there was a final panel with the whole roster of guests. We could stand at the mics and ask questions if we wanted to, but I just wanted to thank Ryan one more time for his kindness. So, I did.

Later on in the panel, the guests were asked about a project they've done that they are so proud of. Ryan got on the mic and talked about how he knew one of his projects meant the world to a couple of his fans, and then he found me in the crowd, and we locked eyes, and it meant the world to him to know that because it was a project, he was extremely proud of himself.

Then, later on, we had an autograph session and his handler, a new one from previous years, looked up at me and asked my name. Ryan grinned and said, "Don't need it. Mads and I go way back." Then he gave me a wink and said Mads again. I told him that it had been an extremely rough time for me since the Summer of 2018. And that it helped to have my tattoo, which I then showed him, that he'd written because it reminded me to stay grounded. Then, Ryan grabbed my arm, covered my tattoo with his hand, and looked me in the eye.

"I know you think you needed me to be strong. But you are strong all on your own. It's inspiring."

I then handed him a custom Funko Pop I had made of Parrish, and he got emotional and thanked me for such a beautiful gift. When we said goodbye, I told him that I was grateful for all the kindness he had always shown me and that I would miss him. At the time I was certain we would never see each other again because I couldn't afford to travel to Europe where he frequents cons on the regular.

"This isn't goodbye. You are stuck with me for life."

I know Ryan was being kind and probably as honest as he hoped to be but I know despite our shift in bond, Ryan is still an actor and I'm still just a fan. But, our bond is definitely unique and one of a kind.

There are some days I still look at the evidence in front of me and believe that I made it all up in my head. That none of it ever happened.

[masivechaos]

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The light turned off, the whole room going dark, and the crowd screamed. You felt your heart beating faster and faster in your chest, there was no word to describe the excitement you were feeling.

You didn’t know how many times you saw the Marauders live but you couldn’t get enough. You could spend months of economy into one ticket to be as close to them as possible and having access to meet and greet, but what you wanted the most was to be able to be close to Sirius.

As the lead singer and casanova of the band, he had tons of fans all across the world but you were convinced that, somehow, you were the biggest one. He was occupying all of your thoughts, you were thinking about him all the time.

You wanted to be special for him, to be more than a grain of sand in the middle of a desert of fans. You wanted him to love you like you love him, to worship you like you worship him, to care about you like you care about him. You wanted him to be yours because you were already his.

When the show finally started, you screamed at the sight of Sirius. With his long black hair, his smudged makeup and his cropped tee, he looked handsome. He always did but even more when you could see him so close. 

You had to fight the urge to just get out of the crowd and go up on the stage and hug him and kiss him and make him yours. You were obsessed that is for sure.

You always thought it could never hurt you to love someone but you couldn’t ignore the pang in your heart when he had to leave, when you couldn’t have the opportunity to express your love anymore. When you were laying alone in your bed thinking of him, you could only cry when you realised you could never truly be his, you could never be special to him. You were nothing to someone who was your entire world.

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[earlgreytea68]

okay so i have fallen headfirst back into fob w smfs and having that album drop coinciding w finally being in a place where I can just! buy tickets!! and see them on tour!! And i did and it was AMAZING

part of falling back into this has been lurking on fob/peterick blogs again the way I did back in HS, and yours brings me so much joy! what a lovely community you’ve cultivated here, and i adore your fics sm as well—I’m systematically working my way through each one

so a lot of love your way <3 i do need a bit of a second opinion though—I’ve been working myself up over trying to figure out if I can see them again while they’re touring for smfs. There’s a part of me that worries that this might be the last album—the same part that was the most upset when they were touring for MANIA and i couldn’t make that show. SO i would love to hear if you’ve got any thoughts re whether my fears hold any water—or if you think I should chill out, enjoy the ride of keeping up w this tour, and be secure in the fact that our boys aren’t going anywhere any time soon

Hello! First of all, yay, welcome back, and thank you so much for all of your kind words!

I know that there were a ton of rumors this was going to be their last album and they were going to call it quits after this, but having heard the album and watched them promote it and then seeing this tour they're putting on...it seems so unlikely to me???? They just don't act like a band who's done, who doesn't have anything more to say. Like, when Patrick talks about Fall Out Boy he's so very clear that it's, like, necessary for him to have, that it's the art and creativity that he does because of how much he loves it, not a job, and it would seem weird for him to talk that way, so vocally, if there was any inkling in his head that this would be the last time he would have it, you know?

And Pete has been the less vocal one this cycle, and we know he was the one who was reluctant to do another album and undertake another tour, but he has seldom seen so genuinely happy as he has during this tour, he seems to be loving every second of it.

And Joe came back and also seems delighted to be back.

Idk, I do not get the feeling of a band with any intention of winding down. They feel completely reinvigorated and reinspired and ready to go. It would not at all surprise me if they're already writing the next one, we know Patrick and Pete like to write while on tour. And I think they've really enjoyed being out of contract and having total control back, I really think it has opened up the horizons of what they want to and can do. Plus their fanbase has turned out for them loyally and so I don't think they are getting any kind of message that they're not wanted or needed anymore.

So Idk, I think in my heart of hearts there will be another album and another tour eventually someday.

All of that said, there will probably be people who will disagree with this life advice, and please always do what's best for you and your financial situation and life situation, but also: life is short, and uncertain. I didn't get into Fall Out Boy until the Mania tour was just wrapping up, and they announced they were going to play a random festival in Cincinnati and I agonized over going and finally decided to do it and I have to be frank, that weekend in Cincinnati was one of the best weekends of my life, I think about all the time how wonderful it was, the show was incredible, and it was the last concert I saw before the pandemic hit and I spent all of that time just being so incredibly grateful that I'd gone to that Cincinnati concert because otherwise I would have regretted it forever.

If you are in the incredibly lucky and privileged position to be able to afford to do something that you really want to do, and doing so will not bankrupt you or send you into a debt crisis or harm previous commitments you need to keep or, etc., etc., like, if the only argument you can come up with against doing something is "Idk, would this be ridiculous????," Idk, I think I'd err on the side of doing the thing. That's not just advice for Fall Out Boy concerts. You get to do this life thing once, and it goes by so much faster than you can possibly anticipate. If something's going to bring you joy, that's pretty precious. Take it where you can get it.

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Charité, season 4 - episode 4

I'm here to spoiler, and don't say I didn't warn you!

"Two more Paleobacterium deaths" - not Maral's very first patient tho! He will conveniently stay alive until the very end.

Does anyone else think it'll be a depressing blow to Julia to come home and find that, when Maral finally puts in an effort into unpacking boxes to furnish their new home, all she unpacks is her work stuff?

"Extreme heat wave continues" - but we won't show our protagonists sweating! They have to look like models.

It's not that actress' fault, but her facial structure reminds me uncomfortably of season 2's Magda Goebbels. Plus, she's 1st, dressed like she has too much money (and she probably has if she can afford 4 in vitro treatments), and 2nd, remarkably unscathed for someone who has recently been in a car accident that ended fatally for another participant.

Julia. This woman is pregnant and very freshly widowed. Refer her to grief counseling?

Nurse Kachel is only around to literally open doors and talk some platitudes in Berlin dialect, huh?

Nice of Maral to give away a ticket for an event she planned to go visit with her wife. Oughta be good for the marriage.

Also, what do you mean "men's team or women's"? Does that mean sports are still segregated in a way that makes them inaccessible to nonbinary people?

Dylan, just report her. At this point, her trying to treat a patient is illegal. She should not even be in the tract.

With the background that Ferhat probably attempted suicide at some point, it feels hypocritical of him to be opposed to his patient choosing death over a living situation he deems unbearable.

Wait a minute. She's 16 weeks into pregnancy and already knows her baby is gonna be a boy. But Julia's test was the first that turned up the microplastic poisoning? How quickly does that develop / how incompetent was her previous doctor?

Come on, Julia, you can't be surprised that she's desperate to keep the baby.

I'm not entirely sure why they have to plant the child back in at all. If they have artificial (and completely disease-free) wombs at their disposal, wouldn't it be the safest course to keep the fetus in there until maturity?

It's very rude to develop a revolutionary kind of surgery and then not haste to train others to do it when it treats an issue that a ton of people worldwide are likely to have. 1st season at least had a reason for not many doctors knowing a certain kind of surgery - modern medicine was in its baby shoes and worldwide networking was scarce and slow. But with all that technology? Get teaching!

If you're suicidal, try romance! It solves all depressions! ...Honestly, fuck Ferhat. For someone who also gets to do psychotherapeutic treatment, he's so bad at human emotions.

Marlene is one of very few characters this season I give a damn about, and she's being stood up by this dumbass Ferhat. Ugh.

Maral. Wine is not a balanced diet.

"You wanna talk about your work? No, I get to complain about my work now!" Maral, you suck as a wife.

And then, literally just after that, she has the absolute GALL to accuse Julia of not listening to her about her problems! What the actual fuck. Maral, you suck as a wife!

You also have no right to deny Julia information about her son.

"From my perspective, yes." Have you ever talked to your wife in the past weeks, even once? Sheesh.

That telling-off was so overdue. So obviously, the next thing Maral does? Get drunk, be a workaholic, and go to extremes to prove a point! Woo! It's feminism when it's women who make the bad choices! I hope she knows she's on one level with Robert Koch now. And that is so not a compliment.

Discount Daniel Sträßer would seem even shadier if I he weren't surrounded by bad CGI.

Thanks, Nils, for calling Maral the asshole that she is.

Emilia, if you think Charité has to protect its precious reputation, you go and solve the medical mysteries yourself.

Wow. Wow, Ferhat. This episode is titled "Courage", not "Violation Of Your Patient's Bodily Autonomy". wtf, why is this guy a doctor.

Dylan, you should have Maral arrested. She's a walking (ok, lying-down) breach of infection protection law.

Way to go, Julia! And please change your gloves before you operate any further. That's fucking disgusting.

Does anyone else find it sus that Dylan, Maral's declared but male rival at the hospital whom she keeps trashtalking and tyrannizing at work, gets to look so much more affectionate with her than her actual wife?

Thoughts on this season's questionable queer rep aside - my problem is that Maral's behavior doesn't feel as though she wants to save lives. It feels like she wants to prove at any cost that she is right. That is an unsympathetic feature in everyone and a potentially catastrophic one in a doctor. And Ferhat isn't far behind. Are these supposed to be protagonists?

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(Robert Pattinson) [THE NOCTURNAL]. Please welcome [JASON 'JACE' KANE (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [37]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [ROTATING WATCH RANGER]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Full Name: Jason Oliver Kane Birthday: May 13 Age: 37 Hunter or Gatherer: Gatherer Sexuality: He's too old for that he just likes who he likes Height: 6'1 Relationship Status: Single

Jace was always a little bit different. He rarely had much of an opinion on anything, and even from a young age, sleeping at night felt impossible. His parents tried getting him regulated for most of his adolescence despite both of them often being far too busy to be truly present in his life, but it seemed like there was little to no point. He didn't do badly in school, however, he was often falling asleep in class or didn't really seem to grasp the consequences of turning work in late. As far as he was concerned, he was just coasting until he could graduate.

Music had always been the one thing Jace felt strongly about. He was writing lyrics and melodies, and he taught himself how to play guitar and drums since his parents were too concerned about his actual grades to consider enrolling him in outside classes for something he was actually interested in. Rock and punk were the two genres he tended to be drawn to most, feeling they were more passionate than the sappy love ballads or anger driven songs about others who had wronged you.

It only made sense that he'd start a band; it started as a joke between him and one of his best friends, Yale. He would play drums and she would sing and play guitar, and it was a fun past time. He set up a MySpace for the band, Jackknife of All Trades, and after he put up one of their songs, they got a ton of followers overnight. It seemed like the obvious next step was to actually make something out of this. With Yale on board, and getting extra support from her younger sibling, Prince and another mutual friend, Michael, they decided once they graduated high school, they'd start taking it more seriously.

The biggest hurdle however, was Jace's need for adrenaline. He wasn't ever one to lean into drinking or drugs - in fact, he would classify himself as straight edge - but he absolutely loved driving fast. He was on various message boards about street racing since before he could even drive, and once he got his license, he was already signing up under a pseudonym and lying about his age so he could finally take part in a world he had been watching from the rafters. However, this was also extremely illegal; and this is where Jace's rap sheet of crimes started. It was never anything more serious, just being caught speeding or doing illegal street races, but he'd been in and out of jail more times than he should have by the time he was eighteen; he was grateful that Yale and Michael were always showing up to bail him out though.

Blowing up in the punk scene wasn't anything Jace could have predicted, but he absolutely loved it. Going on small, choppy tours and roughing it in vans they'd have to trade out every couple of years was better than any life he could have imagined. He finally found something he was deeply passionate about, and was able to scrape by between the funds they made from shows and different crowd funds they hosted online (especially since Jace was still often getting arrested).

They never really got radio play, but touring with bigger bands got their names out as much as they needed. Between tours, Jace rarely opted to hold down a 'real' job, going back to racing and betting and winning money that way - and usually using it to pay back Yale whatever she'd spent bailing him out of jail last time. He didn't want to be a huge star selling out huge venues - to Jace, that wasn't what the music was about. It was about connecting with people, selling out dive bars and being paid in drink tickets and racing on nights he wasn't playing. It was the life he felt he had been waiting for.

Life carried on like this for about ten years or so - Jace was never any good with dates. However, one wrong turn while driving to a venue was all it took for Jace and his found family to get stuck in Huntsville. That was four years ago, and despite the fact that he can no longer race, he still has all his gear and Huntsville brings a new set of challenges that get his blood pumping.

He can come off as very uninterested or intimidating, but that's kind of just his face. He's very sweet once you get to talking with him, and extremely oblivious. He always assumes people are being nice to him, and has no concept at all of when someone is flirting with him. He is still basically nocturnal, enjoying the job of being a ranger because he can always take night watch, and he finds the creatures fascinating. He misses performing a lot, and is shocked anyone in Huntsville was or still is a fan of his because he's Just Some Guy, but he does love knowing that his music has touched so many people.