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shiro-00s · 1 year ago

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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 · 2 years ago

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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.”

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rabbiteclair · 2 months ago

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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.

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.

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 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

#rabbit does fanfiction

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elisedonut · 10 months ago

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❄️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

#hprecfest2023 #percy weasley #marcus flint #draco malfoy #george weasley #hannah abbott #justin finch fletchley #stan shunpike #dennis creevey #luna lovegood #flintley #Stercy #blaise zabini

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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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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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hiiroamagisbestfriend · 2 years ago

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Ello there :D could I request going on a first date with Kohaku and Natsume both of them being separate pls :>

First Date Headcanons!

w/ Kohaku Oukawa & Natsume Sakasaki x GN! Reader

i actually tried so hard to make sure these were dates this time around

Warnings: Kohaku has a very small panic attack on his, but it gets resolved in like seconds. Otherwise it's all clear!

Kohaku Oukawa

✩ You'd probably be the one to ask Kohaku out. Not that he's shy or anything (okay, maybe a little) but because he doesn't really know much about dates and romance.

✩ Now, where would you take someone like that? Someplace where he can experience and try tons of new things? Why, the natural answer would be the amusement park of course!

✩ Whether it be rides, attractions, games, food, there's no shortage of new things to show him. He spent quite a lot of his life indoors or "working" after all.

✩ It also wouldn't hurt to let him experience crowded places, considering the friends he had growing up were either his Bon, or people online.

✩ Before the date, Kohaku had the brilliant idea to ask Aira for advice. Aira looked like he would be experienced in this field after all, with his constant talking of love and such.

✩ Obviously, Aira, having no experience himself; had no idea what to tell him, conjuring up all the knowledge he gathered from manga and fanfics to try and answer Kohaku properly.

✩ Just the standard stuff like offering to hold his hand if ever you were to get scared, or riding swan boats and other love themed rides.

✩ When the day finally came, Kohaku couldn't get a wink of sleep. He would never admit it, but he was quite excited. He spent a while trying to pick out clothes, wondering if something more casual and sporty would fit better than something more cool and romantic.

✩ Then he remembers he has no personal fashion sense at all, seeing as all his clothes were just stuff he got from looking up popular and trendy clothes. Well, at least they all looked good, especially on him.

✩ He'd arrive a good 2 hours or so earlier than you. Just standing around the entrance like a lost puppy. His eyes practically sparkling when he saw you walking towards him.

"Ah, you're already here! Sorry, did I make you wait long?" Kohaku shook his head like crazy, before reciting a line that he practiced with Aira beforehand.

"Nah, I just got here." Kohaku smirked internally, knowing that this should alleviate your nerves if you thought he had waited long.

The two of you got your tickets and a complementary map, before snapping a photo together near the entrance.

"Where do ya' wanna go first, (Y/N)?" He'd ask even though he already planned a whole itinerary beforehand. He values your opinion after all.

When you tell him that it's up to him, he would gladly take you by the hand and drag you towards the more popular rides. It's still early, so now's the best chance to get on them before lots of people show up.

✩ The very first ride he brought you to seemed like a very, very extreme roller coaster. His face visibly darkened when he saw all the loops and turns, but he decided to tough it out for you.

✩ When the two of you got on, his heart was already about to leap out of his chest. Sure he's a man used to these kinds of "life-threatening" scenarios, but it's different when you're beside him.

✩ Just as the roller coaster would start it's slow ascent, Kohaku would definitely start regretting his decision. His hands would start shaking and he'd find it harder to breathe.

✩ Right before the big drop though, he'd feel your hands on top of his, his eyes wandering to your face. You were looking him right in the eyes, as if you were trying to telepathically tell him:

Don't worry. I'll protect you.

✩ He'd feel about 30 times lighter after that. The feeling of being protected or cared for isn't something he was very used to, what with the life and job that he had.

✩ But before he knew it, the roller coaster dropped and he wasn't scared at all. Sure, he was screaming, but it was because he just felt so safe beside you that he could truly let himself relax and be vulnerable.

✩ He couldn't even care that he didn't get to act all cool like Aira instructed him to. He was just too goshdarn happy seeing you care for him this much.

✩ When you two got off the ride, he couldn't help but wrap you in a hug, only stopping when he realized you two were holding up a line.

✩ Still though, even after your hug was broken up, he had a firm grip on your hand. What you did back then was so simple, but it meant a lot to him, it really did.

✩ It was then he saw those game booths handing out cute plushies or toys, pointing at the stands before pulling you towards them.

Kohaku watches your eyes fixate on a prize. It seemed like a pretty big plushie of an animal you liked. With that, a fire was lit inside him, he was going to get that for you even if he had to use all his money for it.

"Ya' want that one, dontcha?" Kohaku couldn't help but smile too when you beamed at him while nodding like crazy. "Alright. Guess it's time for me to show ya' my cool side, yeah?" He feels a bit embarrassed saying it, but he did mean it.

✩ Cue a good 20 minutes of Kohaku getting absolutely wrecked at that shooting game. He'd think his skills would come in handy in a situation like this, but it seems even he's not strong enough for rigged amusement park games.

✩ His face was as pink as his hair at this point, losing confidence with each failed attempt, only to want to try again harder when he saw your expectant face.

"One more! I'll get it for sure next time!" Kohaku shouted out, before fishing his wallet for more money, only to have the grim realization that it was completely empty.

He'd turn to look at you, afraid that you'd be disappointed at him for failing this badly. He really messed up big time here did he? Not only did he not get you the plushie, now he's out of money that he could've spent for food or other stuff.

His eyes would get a bit misty before he feels your hand on top of his head, gently caressing it so that it wouldn't mess with the hair he spent an hour styling.

"You did great! It's a shame you couldn't get it, but you looked super cool holding that toy rifle!" Kohaku felt faint, he couldn't keep taking these critical hits to the heart. "Come on, cheer up! I saw some cute looking sweets over there, I'll go buy you some, so give me a smile!"

Kohaku couldn't even reply before you were the one dragging him somewhere. You really are so cool in his eyes. He's done nothing but blunders this entire date, couldn't there be something he can do to make your heart race for a change?

He sifted through the things he discussed with Aira before coming up blank. All the intricate plans they made, he'd probably mess up at this rate. How could he possibly make you as happy as you made him?

"Kohaku, you okay? You've got quite the face!" The man in question had a very puzzled face after all, thinking real hard on what he could possibly do. Oops, he should probably answer you.

"Ah, yeah. I was jus' thinking about how much I love ya'." He did not notice the big goofy grin on your face as it became tinted red, and maybe that was for the best.

Natsume Sakasaki

✩ Natsume would be the one to ask you out. For what you say? Well he called it a surprise, so you don't get to know.

✩ He just told you to get ready, and he'll come pick you up at your place. Not even telling you what kind of clothes to wear so that it'll truly be a surprise.

✩ That was already the first spell he cast on you, when a human doesn't know what's about to come, their mind starts exploring and creating answers for them. Natsume wanted you to feel so excited for this date that you'd fantasize about what it could be.

✩ Of course, he'd have to make sure things on his end were going great as well. If he disappointed you of all people he really would have no right calling himself a magician.

✩ When the time for the date came, you heard some soft knocks on your door. Opening it to see Natsume wearing a nice button up and pants with a matching tie. Hm, so it was a formal kind of date then.

✩ You wanted to go back and change to match with Natsume, but he'd just pull you in by the arm, a soft thud resounding as you bumped into his chest.

"You already look perfect, kitTEN." Natsume whispered into your ear before planting a kiss on your forehead. You couldn't help but get caught off guard, he sure plays hard and fast doesn't he? "Now then, shall we gO?"

He would lead you into a fancy looking car, opening the door for you and waiting for you to go in before he does. When the two of you are seated, the person behind the wheel that looked kind of like Tsumugi started to drive at a leisurely pace.

Time passes before you know it and the sun has already sunk when the two of you get dropped off at a nice looking park. Natsume takes you by the hand to an already set up picnic, with food and drinks that would cater to any cravings.

He signals for you to sit down before doing so himself, sitting opposite to you in the aptly sized blanket.

While the date was certainly romantic so far, it was quite simple in execution. It was Natsume that planned this whole thing, so you were kind of expecting it to be a bit more, how do you say this; out there?

As if he read your mind, Natsume tucked a hair behind your ear before speaking. "Worry not, kitTEN. The night has only just beGUN." He threw in a wink too, crafty bastard.

✩ Though he said that, the date seemed to progress as naturally as a picnic date would. The two of you eating and chatting about nothing important.

✩ Sure Natsume would throw in a cheeky remark or try to feed you something every now and then, but it was still just a sort of normal date?

✩ Of course this too, was simply a part of his spell. He had planned a very grand declaration of love after all, but he needs you to be just slightly disheartened before he puts his plan into action.

✩ Soon enough, it was fully night time and the stars had come with the moon to say their greetings to you two.

Seemingly out of thin air, Natsume pulled out a telescope. Motioning for you to peer into it. "Do you see iT?" The telescope was already positioned, showing you a constellation of three stars connected like a triangle.

It was a very pretty constellation, and the view of the night sky was honestly breathtaking enough to warrant this entire date.

"This constellation is called the summer triANGLE. It represents two lovers, Vega and Altair, that were seperated by the milky waY." That story made you a bit sad, being a romantic yourself. "Luckily, the other star, Deneb serves as the bridge for them to meeT."

You pulled away from the telescope after feeling a tap on your shoulder. Natsume put his hand behind your ear again, but this time procuring a cute pendant with a star on it. "My Vega, even if the universe intends on tearing us aPART. I will always, always find my way back to yoU."

He pulls out a similar looking pendant that he was hiding under his clothes, before putting the one in his hand around your neck. Natsume then closes the distance between you two, your faces inches away from each other.

He guides your hand to his pendant, before bringing yours closer to it, showing that the two of them connect when brought together. "This, I promise. With the thousand stars in the sky as my witness."

It seemed Natsume dropped his usual way of speaking, but you could probably let it slide this one time. How could you say no to him when his face looks so red as he recites these cheesy yet incredibly romantic lines?

"I love you, (Y/N)." Natsume smiled at you softly, before closing the distance between your lips.

AAAA done! hope these were to your liking anon ^^

#.✨.#enstars #oukawa kohaku #kohaku oukawa #oukawa kohaku x reader #kohaku oukawa x reader #natsume sakasaki #sakasaki natsume #natsume sakasaki x reader #sakasaki natsume x reader #enstars x reader

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dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons · 2 years ago

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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.

#jjba part 5 #jjba #narancia ghirga #guido mista #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #bruno buccellati #trish una #giorno giovanna #jojos bizarre adventure #headcanons #jojo

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friccinfricks · 11 months ago

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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.

#sorry i’m too lazy to write entire fics #ehhh i feel like my esl is showing in this one 🙈#joe elliott #def leppard #joe elliott x reader #mei’s head canons :)

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victimsofyaoipoll · 9 months ago

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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

#round 1 #poll #shiv roy #succession #kyoko kirigiri #danganronpa

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madsworld15 · 8 months ago

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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.

#ryan kelley #fan interaction #teen wolf #conventions

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