#she is both dj & double d

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Double Overtime -- extended author's notes

as with the last long fic I wrote, I have some extended author's notes on the fic haha. posting them to Tumblr was fun the last time, so without further ado:

Hockey Details

I went into this set up being like ‘i know a reverse sweep isn’t likely but it IS dramatic so i’ll do it’ and then i watched in awe/horror as the Panther’s 3-0 lead shrunk down to 3-3 and the oilers were set to pull of a reverse sweep (and spoil the end of my fanfic.). The oilers ALMOST did it but whiffed it at the end. Still, wild timing for me. We’re living in one of Connor McDavid’s failed timeloops. 

I have a like, novice level understanding of hockey but a huge amount of enthusiasm. A time loop was the best plot to get around that– i only have to focus on one hockey match rather than the logistics of an entire season or more. There’s still a lot more i could do if i understood the game more, but hey, i was here for the fights and i provided for myself. 

The Baratie Steelheads and the Syrup Village Sockeyes aren’t the most fitting names for the both (types of salmon), but they are names that were on the Seattle Kraken’s original team name shortlist, so it was an easter egg for myself.

Sanji’s entire contract thing is definitely over the top plot contrivance, but there’s a certain amount of over the top required when adapting his backstory. The Steelheads leaving Baratie is inspired by the poor Arizona Coyotes being relocated. RIP to the Coyotes, coolest jerseys in the league squandered by poor management

Most the fights were actually based on hockey clips from twitter lol. thanks for the insp hockey

Character Details

I didn’t include all the character details for the strawhats, primarily because it’s Sanji’s POV and he’s mostly focused on zoro. But, for the list, with more details about characters with less screentime lol:

Luffy: Captain, Center. I think he’s pretty versatile and also sometimes plays LW/RW, but he’s primarily the Strawhats center and captain, with a huge near-elastic reach

Zoro: Defenseman, though a particularly offensive d-man and an enforcer. Roughly, this is basically an unofficial role for the guy who starts fights with people who make dirty plays. 

Nami: Technically the social media manager of the team, acts more like the team’s overall manager. Team manager kind of seems like a lazy spot to put her in, but i like to think she’s a travel enthusiast and expenses it all on the company card lol

Usopp: LW/RW, and one of the top scorers when he’s backed up properly. Pretty underrated when initially being recruited, but shines under the Pirates’ strategy

Sanji: LW, and a pest. Basically he annoys people into fighting him HAHA. the perfect role for him. I wanted him to be LW primarily for the whole pirate king’s wings energy

Vivi: owner of the alabasta ducks! And a former olympic figure skater. Her and nami have a complicated on again / off again relationship, which mostly comes up whenever there’s a Ducks vs Pirates game (and they either get together / break up)

Chopper: ok, chopper was a complicated decision. I was caught between him being a gentle giant of a defenseman VS him being team doctor, but in the end decided that doctor required less justification

Robin: Robin was difficult to fit in. I ended up deciding on her being the Pirates local commentator. Commentator is fun at the least because there’s a lot of context/history/etc of the players on the ice you need to know to be good at the job, and i think she’d be HILARIOUS

Franky: Goalie! Franky fits well as goalie, first of all because of how beefy goalie equipment is, and second of all because a goalie with a big personality is quite fun. There’s something extremely fitting about him doing the ‘super’ move with leg guards

Brook is the Pirates DJ! What Else. i think he picks great songs for the stadium. zoro tells him to use mamma mia as sanji’s song and sanji nearly sends him into an early grave.

Jinbe: coach He was initially the goalie in a very early draft, but coach makes sense in terms of how he’d be able to support the team and his general level headedness. There’s a lot of clips of Paul Maurice, the Panther’s current coach, having this absolutely chill energy about him that’d work so well

Plotting/Planning Thoughts

I decided on ‘Double Overtime’ as the title pretty quickly, just because it’s (a) a hockey term and (b) a fun way to describe two people (double) caught in a time loop (overtime). The emphasis on double overtime as a win condition came after the title

I decided on ‘Mamma Mia’ and ‘Waterloo’ as the main song insp for these early on. Mamma Mia itself is this good mix of an upbeat song that’s just a bit sad and just a bit ominous, and the lyrics can be fun for a time loop (‘here I go again’). Waterloo was always the credits song (‘i feel like i win when I lose’ come on now)

I decided that I’d post in early June like the actual Stanley Cups, and 6/6 was decided on as the in-date and IRL start of the time loop because it’s Germa Day (66): something kind of poetic about Germa fucking up their perfect win on Germa day 

Time Loop Win Condition

The time loop win condition! Zoro was always going to win and Sanji was always going to lose, but the details took a bit to figure out. I knew it was going to incorporate (a) him trusting Zoro and reaching out for help (impossible task for him), (b) him wanting to play hockey on a team that doesn’t hate him, (c) remix of Sanji’s Baratie arc, and (d) the concept of double overtime. 

There was a lot of changing around on what exactly Sanji would be able to do; initial drafts actually had him coming out pretty clean from the double overtime deal (saving the Baratie) but that didn’t feel earned, I liked the kind of bittersweet selfish sacrifice of letting the team go, otherwise it’d feel a bit too contrived. this is already a late reveal loophole— it wouldn’t feel earned without that tinge of regret 

In the end i liked what I went with, though I think I could’ve built up a little bit more before hand, and had a bit more emotional consequence to Baratie’s relocation. But ive written like, FIVE separate sad zeff phone calls in the last few months, i decided i had Enough. I had to Limit Myself. Only one sad zeff phone call this time for me ok

things to do differently

Look at me!!! Finishing a fic before i post!!! This was good actually, and meant the pacing was better than what i did with my last long fic lmao. Still had some issues imo, but considerably stronger on keeping scenes regularly paced. I should always do this.

IMO after reread (after it being finished for weeks) i think one of the weaker points is just really sanji’s apology– zoro figures out the duel time loop deal fairly fast (benefit of relying on other people) and folds pretty easily. I mean he’s unfortunately smitten but it doesn’t change the fact that he was hurt. There’s a specific degree of pulled punches I do sometimes with emotional moments that I’d like to get better at, but live and learn lol

Intermission 

Hey i had a lot of notes on zoro’s POV the entire time loop. and also a lot of thoughts on the fade to black scene of my T rated fanfic. There were three main points I wanted to explore with Zoro’s POV

First: there’s a fun contrast with Zoro (VS Sanji) both feeling utterly alone as the lone person in the time loop and having an actual support network. Sanji talks to basically Iva, Zoro, and Reiju only during his loop, and all of them he keeps at arm’s length, but Zoro is both deadset on winning for his team, and lets his team helps him. Sanji is meanwhile stewing in his own anger alone, despite knowing he’s not the only person stuck there

Second: Zoro is way more of a time loop speedrunner. He has the timeline down pat. He thinks about the details of the game. He’s shaving off minutes of conversations. Sanji doesn’t plan as much, primarily because Zoro’s an unknown that shakes up the loop too much. 

Third: the hookup lol. i liked the idea of their hookup being good but limited emotionally due to how closed off and testy sanji still is about the time loop– in the end an extension of him refusing to show zoro his own injuries. There is that enticing flash of vulnerability at the end, but then Zoro’s back to square one. 

One of the first times i’ve written not like, funny porn for Z/S (which is my default), so look at me. Varying the porn i guess. congrats

epilogue

I have a lot of thoughts on an extended epilogue HAHA. i felt bad adding a secret sad smut chapter but not having the chance to do the opposite; i had one going but i spent like 4k on a luffy recruitment scene and decided… another time…

Zoro is smug about the whole ‘you only get to touch the stanley cup if you WIN!!!’ thing and uses it as an excuse to be the one to touch sanji in the pwp, since he never got the chance in the loop.

I also think luffy takes the stanley cup into the middle of the ocean, gives the one piece speech as usopp livestreams, and tosses it into the sea. Zoro and sanji have to save it (this is how it’s revealed sanji is somehow being traded to the pirates)

[elvisabutler]

a pelvis and some milk walk into a bar

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo and any combo of those four you can manage word count: 4720 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). foursome. double penetration. multiple orgasms. mild overstimulation. clit pinching. nipple play. marking/biting. oral ( female receiving. male receiving, implied future. ). fingering. clit play. bit of dirty talk. everyone kind of is really nebulous with their relationships in this. it's not cheating because everyone is consenting and present alright. author’s note: welcome to day 8 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, foursome with elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo. the person who requested this knows who they are and knows that i somehow cranked this out because they deserved it tonight before tomorrow. let me tell y'all this was an obscene amount of fun. i've said it once and i've said it before i do very much like writing threesomes/moresomes and this was no exception. literally when i open up requests again i can almost guarantee you that I'll probably bang it out rather quick. the title isn't quite accurate to the fic itself but no lie it's grown on me so much i couldn't bear to change it.

"Just because I've been staring at her doesn't mean I want to have sex with her, EP. I have— I have Sandy." Jerry attempts to argue against what Elvis has decided to propose in the car on the way to the studio. It's not that he hasn't thought about it, anyone with eyes has thought about having sex with you. But there's certain things you don't do when it comes to you and actively entertaining the idea that they'd ever get to have sex with you? Well that's one of those things you don't do, after all Red and George had thought about it once or twice and George had entertained it just a bit only to have Elvis bite off the DJ's head. No, Jerry knows better than to think you're even something obtainable, besides he was married and he loved his wife.

"And I have her. Milk, I'm offerin' ya a chance that all the boys'd die for and here ya are tellin' me ya ain't gonna take it," Elvis scoffs and steps just a little closer to Jerry. "My boy, if I didn't want ya touchin' her— if she didn't want ya touchin' her. I wouldn't be standin' here askin' and offerin'. Ya really gonna deny my wife her anniversary present?"



In that moment, Jerry feels the world tilt on its axis just a bit. Surely he hadn't heard his best friend of a decade say that he was being offered to his wife as an anniversary present. Jerry wishes he could say that he's entirely surprised, after all, what do you get a woman who's married to Elvis Presley? The man— while a serial womanizer, a fact Jerry still can't believe some days— is arguably what every woman wants in a man and is someone who spoils her rotten. What do you get that sort of woman? Nothing material— no, gifts have to come from the heart for a woman like her. A realization hits Jerry like a ton of bricks and he's certain it's written all over his face the moment it happens. He was the gift. He was supposed to be the gift for you. A flush of desire courses through him as the idea settles fully in his mind. You want him and were obvious enough that Elvis felt the need to ask him this and to offer him up as an option. It's not that he doesn't love Sandy but a chance to have the unattainable is a heady proposition.



"She—you're not just testing me, are you?" Tricking is what Jerry means to say, knowing fully well that it just might be something Elvis is willing to do and yet as he stares at one of— if not his best friend he sees no trace of mocking or jest in them. Only pure unadulterated honesty.



"Jer—" Elvis starts before putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I'd joke and tease and test anyone else wit' this. Not you. The missus would kill me if I tried. Both of 'em maybe, cause boy she is capable of whipping your woman into a damn frenzy I don't wanna be on the end of. Bein' completely honest. She— Told her whatever she wanted I'd get. And she came up to me with *that*. I'd be offended if she didn't remind me 'm her husband and that she might like ya and find ya attractive but she's married to me."



There's a few words on the tip of Jerry's tongue about how Elvis can't control his own urges despite being married to you but he stops them, biting the inside of his cheek before he finds the words to speak. "So what— What exactly does she want?"



"Both of us," He answers simply, as if it's a completely normal thing to say. "Didn't press on the exact details, figured we could— uh— figure 'em out when we get to it. Might wanna have us both inside, I dunno. It's her gift, she calls the shots."



The image Elvis is painting, of you taking both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you has his pupils dilating and has his breathing shifting just that little bit earning a grin from Elvis. "You— I gotcha thinkin' 'bout it, Milk, don't I? That's you sayin' yes, ain't it?"



Jerry shakes his head as if that will clear the vision from his mind's eye only to make it worse, his mind conjuring images of your breasts in his hands and of you moaning and whimpering as his thumbs brushed against your nipples and as Elvis and him took turns sucking hickies against your neck and chest. Maybe you'd even be kissing his wife— come to think of it— 



"You think she'd mind if I brought Sandy along?" Jerry asks, mildly unsure that she'd go with it and yet wanting the vision in his mind's eye to come to fruition. Nevermind that he'd still have to talk his wife into it and ask her but it never hurts to ask ahead of confirmation.



Elvis's face lights up as he leans closer and laughs. "Wouldn't be the first time she'd've kissed 'nother woman durin' somethin' like this. Don't think she would." Elvis pauses. "So I can tell her she can get her present?"



Jerry can't help the way he sighs, shutting his eyes when he answers. A part of him feels like he might regret this later. But the temptation of you and the realization that he'd be the only person in Elvis's circle who would have actually touched you and felt how you kissed and how your breasts felt in his hand and how your vagina felt gripping his cock forces that regret deep down inside his mind.



"Yeah, you can tell her."

As it turns out, Sandy was okay with going along with this. Something about how she could keep an eye on the two of them and make sure that you were safe. Not that she truly thought either one of them would hurt you but in the heat of the moment she knows Jerry can be passionate and you've borne the marks of Elvis's own passion more times than she cares to count. You are her friend she'd never live with herself if she didn't at least make sure this ended well for everyone involved.



Truthfully, that's why you go to her first and pull her in for a kiss. The two of you had talked about this ahead of time, you wanted your respective husbands inside of you but if she was going to be here, you wanted her to be a willing participant and you wanted her to know that you loved her or at least liked her enough to make sure she was equally as involved. It was your anniversary but Jerry is her husband. She smiles into the kiss, laughing softly when she pulls away.



"I think they're enjoying the show," she comments, wrapping her arms around your neck before turning to Elvis and Jerry. "I didn't agree to this only to have this be a show for you two. Get up."



Elvis stays sitting as Jerry stands up and moves to you without missing a single beat. You can't see him approach but you can hear his soft footsteps against the carpet and the way his breathing hitches just so the more he takes in your only clad in underwear body. Your breasts are pressed against Sandy's own but you feel her move back just a bit at the same time you feel Jerry's warm breath against your neck. His hands hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing against the nipples as he places feather soft kisses against your neck.



"Just wanted to make sure she was comfortable," he defends himself against your ear even though he's talking to Sandy. "Do you feel comfortable?"



A soft whimper leaves your lips as his mouth closes around your earlobe after the word comfortable and you watch as Sandy bites her lip in a mixture of arousal and amusement. "That's a dirty trick, Jerry, you're turning her into putty before she can answer."



"That's the point," Elvis interjects from his spot on the chair. "She wanted this, told her it might be a bit much but— what my girl wants, my girl gets. Ain't that right, darlin'."



You hum in acknowledgement, your toes curling in the carpet as your nipples pebble and your breath comes out shaky. Words finally come to you as you try and move your head to kiss Jerry. "I'm more than comfortable. I— More."



The grip on your breasts tightens and you keen ever so softly even as Sandy tries to swallow it with another kiss. The sensations make it hard to focus on any one thing even as your mind tries to cling to something. What it finally settles on is the rustle of what you think is Elvis getting off the chair and moving toward you. You wait to feel him next to you, wait to have him pull you in for a kiss before you realize that he's not doing that. You can feel the heat of his body against your arm for the briefest of moments before you feel it against your leg. Sandy's moved to the side of you, breaking your kiss only to have her lips replaced with Jerry's finally claiming yours with a nip and an insistent tongue. It's then that you feel the cold bite of Elvis's rings against your overheated thighs and you whine against Jerry's lips, the temperature difference forcing you to wrench your lips away to look down at Elvis on his knees, trying to make your stance just a little wider. His grin when he looks up at you is practically wolfish as he sneaks a glance at your underwear.



"Barely been touched and ya drippin'. Makin' a mess of these panties. Wanna show 'em what they've done to you already?" His voice is practically a coo as his fingers start to play with the edges of your panties as you feel someone's hand— Sandy's maybe— ghost over your hip, sliding them down as best as they can. When they're loose enough Elvis moves his head to your cunt nuzzles through the fabric before taking the fabric in his teeth and yanking them down. Your mouth opens to say something before you feel his fingers slip inside you, curling just so in the way you enjoy. Jerry takes the opportunity to kiss you once again and kiss down your neck and to your shoulder. "He's got to make sure you can take it."



Your eyes roll in the back of your head for a moment as Jerry shifts just enough to press his cock against your now bare ass and to kiss Sandy over your shoulder. After a moment you speak. "Take what?"



An idea of what is in your mind but you don't dare voice the possibility. The thought that they're going to do that to you has your mind whirling and your cunt clenching around Elvis's fingers, earning a hiss from him. "Spoilin' the surprise, Milk."



"Warning her ahead of time, E," he counters, looking down at Elvis who in a fit of childish annoyance sticks his tongue out. Somewhere deep inside your mind you can't help but laugh at the interaction. It's helped by Sandy actually letting out a soft laugh even as she looks at you as if to say men. You try to mirror the look only to have Jerry nip at your neck and Elvis nip at your thigh.



The warring sensations of their teeth has you shutting your eyes and biting on your lip to keep quiet only for you to feel Jerry's hand move down between your legs and feel his thumb brush up against your clit gathering some of your wetness. You want to ask him what he's doing but it's then that you feel his thumb on your lip, pressing against it to try and get you to stop biting your lip. After a moment you open your lips ever so slightly and Jerry allows you to taste yourself on his thumb and starts to pull his hand away only to have you run your tongue along the entire of his thumb, sucking just slightly. You finally let it go with a small pop as you open your eyes. They flit down to Elvis where he's looking up at you with something akin to lust and love all at once. You're his wife and you're showing off just how much of a minx you are to one of his best friends and to your own best friend. Elvis's eyes stay on yours as he starts to tongue at your clit, watching the pleasure start to cross your face. He briefly looks over at Jerry before you manage to stutter out a question.



"Warning me 'bout wha? Wha are you two gonna do?" Since your mind figures it's something nefarious the boys have cooked up versus them and Sandy. Elvis's fingers curl once again as his tongue moves down, licking at your walls like a man starved. His face burrows in between your legs, focusing on his task at hand and ignoring the question, leaving Jerry to answer it. Jerry's hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you in for another kiss as Sandy runs her hands across your waist.



"Elvis thinks you can take us both at the same time. You just need to be prepared. Since we're both large." As if to emphasize the point Jerry's hips grind against your ass once more. "He's got a lot of faith in you and I do too. You want it, don't you? That's what this was about? Getting us together? Having us inside you while my wife plays with your chest? Or kisses you in between us kissing you?"



Against your neck you feel his breathing shift, almost as if the image he's painting is winding him up. One of his hands moves to your hip and tightens only to have Elvis’s grip on your thighs tighten as well. You let out a groan and one of your hands slides down your torso, waiting for one of the three of them to stop it. They don't and your hand finds purchase in Elvis’s hair, your fingers lacing themselves through his locks until you have enough you can grab and yank as his tongue practically fucks you and as his fingers— those calloused digits pinch lightly at your clit. Words fail you as he continues his onslaught and as you feel two sets of eyes watching you slowly come apart from just hit tongue and his fingers alone. Elvis starts to pull away only for you to use your grip on his hair to force his face back into your cunt. He still removes his fingers, earning a whine from you that's quietly shushed away by both Jerry and Sandy's soft whispers against your ear.



"We've got you," they whisper as you feel their fingers— when had any of their hands moved down— against your clit, alternating between his rough ones and her soft ones. It's as if you're being teased with gentle loving and rough fucking all at once and despite your best efforts, you feel your head lolling backwards against Jerry's shoulder, the coil in your lower abdomen reaching such a height of tension that you feel your legs start to shake and try to tighten by Elvis's head. You need relief and no one is giving you just enough to make it happen. A whimper leaves your lips as you pull at Elvis's hair in a way he knows well. That yank always serves as a plea, a simple request that you'd be begging for if your mouth would just work. You can feel tears of want prickling at your eyes before you feel Elvis swat away both Sandy's and Jerry's hand and replaces them with his own, his fingers taking your swollen little nub and rubbing and touching just so before he allows his mouth to cover it and suck.



You reach your peak with a silent scream at the sensation, at the final missing piece finally clicking into place. Despite your best efforts you feel your body start to tremble just a bit as Jerry wraps his arms around you and allows you to lean against him even as his cock twitches against your behind. Sandy's hand reaches to pet his cock between the two of you and you hum in delight. Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as Elvis finally pulls away and looks up at you on his knees with his face covered in your cum. No words are said before Jerry nuzzles at your hair and Sandy kisses your neck, her free hand pinching a nipple of yours and your hand doing the same in kind to her.



"E, you're not good at sharing." Jerry says it as a tease, even as your arousal is on his fingers, waiting to be tasted by him or his wife.



Elvis shrugs, and moves to stand up. "So?"



Feeling an argument brewing you reach out to palm Elvis's cock before wrapping your hand around it and murmuring something incoherent before shaking your head to focus. "Don't ruin my present, 'vis. I want this, not just them watchin' us. Please."



Any other time and you might cringe at how your voice sounds as you say please but it has the desired effect in making Elvis sigh and has him giving Sandy the softest of kisses while giving Jerry a look as if to say go on now, get. That look spurs something in Jerry and that arm that had been around your waist, pulling you closer to him moves away. You start to sputter out your displeasure until you realize he's turning you around and taking your hand off of Elvis's cock and putting it on his. The sensation is different, not unwelcome but different and you experimentally move your hand up and down, marveling in how there's already so much precum that your hand practically glides against his cock. His eyes don't leave yours even though he wants to commit the way your hand looks and feels against his cock but there's something in your eyes that forces him to stare at them instead. To take in the wonder and arousal so present in them that he thinks they might be the most important part of everything. If Sandy notices his preoccupation with your eyes she doesn't comment on it and instead busies herself with touching you in all the spots that have your toes curling just so against the carpet.



"Milk. Ya oughta go first. Stretch her some more so she can take it," Elvis pauses and shares a look with Sandy. "Don't have to, darlin' but ya wanna watch him sink into her? Watch her take 'im?"



Sandy allows herself a moment to think, gulping as she does before she shakes her head. "I'm okay not looking. That's— I think the three of you would enjoy that more than me." it's the first time she's expressed some hesitation with this and somehow that penetrates your brain enough that you reach out to grab your best friend's hand and squeeze. She squeezes back after a moment before looking at Jerry and nodding. "Go on, honey, show my best friend what I married."



You see a hint of a smile cross Jerry's face before he looks at you and starts to move everyone closer to a bed. There's a questioning look from everyone before he shrugs. "It'll be more comfortable? I don't want to fuck standing up." As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. It doesn't take but a moment before Jerry is lowering you onto the bed and taking his cock in his hand. It's smaller than Elvis's but not by much and you find your mouth salivating just a hair as he pumps his cock and starts to move closer and closer until the tip his brushing against your already swollen clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you hear Elvis's breathing deepen and hear what sounds like several curse words leave his mouth. Every brush feels as if an electric shock is buzzing through your body from your clit and your hands move to grasp at Jerry, only to be stopped by both Sandy and Elvis. It's cruel, the way they hold your hands away from Jerry but it allows him to shush your anger and your whines. "Just watch what I'm doing."



Focus on how his cock is finally parting your folds and slipping in bit by bit. There's a slight burn but it's gone in a flash when he finally bottoms out, a groan and a grunt leaving him all at once. He doesn't move for a minute, trying to keep himself together and make sure you're alright before you finally whimper out a word. "Move."



Fuck me, you mean, but you figure he understands from the way your cunt clenches around him as you say it. You hear Sandy make a joke about Jerry being good at following directions as you start to feel Jerry's cock sliding out of you, only to have him thrust once more. Your eyes try to focus on the vision of him sliding in and out of you only to have them drift up to his face, watching as it contorts with each thrust.



"Christ, EP, this— she's— what is she doing with— Keep doing that and I'm gonna—" He starts before his eyes flit between the three of you and he starts to pull out only to have you try and move your legs to stop him. "I can't cum inside—"



Elvis stops him with a growl even as he's pumping his own cock, his thumb running across his slit and playing with his foreskin. "She needs to be drippin'. Jus' this once, Jer. We'll figure it out if anythin' happens."



A quick nod from both you and Sandy puts Jerry at ease and has him sinking into your tight heat once more. Sandy's hand moves in between your bodies and rubs at your clit when Jerry's cock doesn't brush against it. You feel your orgasm starting to creep up on you, the second one in less than an hour and you want to cry in a mix of anguish and pleasure and it seems as if it's written all of your face. Words fail you and yet they don't fail the other three even as they pant around your body, and Sandy plays with her own cunt, almost a little lazily. They can't help but tell you a simple phrase that sounds like a demand.



"Let yourself go." Three little words have you arching against Jerry, hips chasing after his cock and cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch and feel his thrusts slow down as a warmth fills you. His hands move to grip your hip, wide and unyielding as he guides you back down onto the bed and slowly pulls out, ignoring the groan of displeasure at the loss of his cock. His eyes watch his handiwork, marveling at how his cum drips out of you and how your chest heaves from the effort you've already expended. Sandy moves to pull him in for a kiss and your hand, shaky as it is moves to curl your fingers in her cunt and play with her clit a little, determined to allow her that little extra bit of fun.



As Jerry watches you see out of the corner of your eye his cock rising back to attention only for him to slip it back inside you, the pleasurable shocks starting to be almost painful before you glance at Elvis's cock. He shoots you a grin as he maneuvers you partially into Jerry's lap. Any other time and he'd make sure you were facing him but tonight he'll allow you to look at Jerry when you come for a third time. His fingers move to play with your clit, apologizing to Sandy who had moved her fingers to try and continue her own onslaught against you. The familiar calluses have a calming effect on you, allowing your body to relax around Jerry and Elvis watches as your cunt flutters around Jerry's cock for a moment before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. All four of you let out a groan at nearly the same time, the pressure of just Elvis's tip threatening to rip you apart even if you know it's not. The adjustment takes a minute or two of no movement before he inches in bit by bit, stopping to feel you cunt clench and stopping to watch Jerry play with Sandy's cunt and your chest. When he's finally seated fully inside, he allows you to find a comfortable position between him and Jerry.



"Wanna bounce." You say, trying to say you want to bounce on their cocks, as illogical as that is. You just want the experience of it, want to prove you can do it and Jerry kisses your lips hungrily as he kneads your chest and watches Elvis suck a love bite or five onto your neck. His hands grip your hip and without much warning he moves you in the way you would if you were to bounce on their separate cocks. Elvis lets out a punched out moan and bites at your shoulder.



"Goddammit Milk, got her grippin' me tighter than she ever did. Gonna fuckin' burst in a damn minute." Elvis grunts, as he thrusts into you. His voice lowers and you hear dirty words and phrases that are for only the two of you and you find yourself burrowing your face against Jerry's shoulder in embarrassment. You can hear the squishing and squelching of your cum and Jerry's cum and everyone's precum with every thrust and you whine, wanting more and less all at once. That knot in your stomach, that spring of arousal tightens more and more with every passing thrust and every whispered word of praise and every breathy sigh you hear your best friend make.



"Doin' so good." Elvis whispers against your ear, relishing in the way you shiver. "Gonna cum a third time 'fore we fill ya completely up? Clench 'round us and milk us dry? Know ya can do it, darlin'."



"I can. Wanna do it. I can do it." You pant, words starting to slur and feeling more like gibberish as you go on repeating yourself. "Gonna feel you two for days. Love you so much."



You meaning everyone in the room, but you don't dare say the words, instead allowing that spring to snap as you hear Jerry whisper, "good girl." You come with a scream wrenched from the depths of your soul, that you swear starts a cascade of everyone cumming after you do, with Elvis being the last one to release inside you with grunts of praise and love confessions. Both you and Jerry fall on top of Elvis and Sandy flops next to the three of you as you all try to catch your breath. Your hand moves to play with Jerry's chest hair and Elvis's as Sandy strokes your hair.



After what feels like a lifetime Jerry starts to pull out of you ever so slowly, earning a low hiss from you and Elvis as your cunt is now bereft of his cock filling you. He flops next to Sandy and pulls her in for a kiss filled with love and what you think might be gratitude before setting his head on her chest. Your own head settles onto Elvis's chest, taking in the quiet thump thump thump of his heart that overwhelms your senses so completely that you nearly miss his words.



"You're stayin' here tonight. Might— might need 'nother round. Gotta make sure we're all leavin' happy tonight. 'sides, Milk, think she was droolin' for ya cock, or Sandy's beaver. You both good?"



You wait for one of them to say no and instead you get an answer that has you grinning against Elvis's chest. "Anything for her."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @justrae9903, @thegettingbyp2, @stylespresleyhearted i know i am missing people but i am unsure whom at this point also apologies if this isn't your cup of tea.

[vixannya]

It's Gallery Time Again!

Friday, November 24th

OoC Information: THIS IS NOT AN IN-GAME EVENT! This is meant as just something fun to headcanon for your character (and write about if you like - especially with @daily-writing-challenge starting on the 26th), if it is something they are able to attend! If you do choose to write any stories about this, please feel free to tag me - @vixannya - in the body of the post and use the tag #7deadlysins!

Vixannya owns an art gallery in Dalaran where she hosts various art exhibitions throughout the year. Two or three times a year, she will display her own work which is always accompanied by a massive grand opening and follow-up afterparty in another location.

Invitations are always given to those who make large contributions to the gallery and to the arts in general, as well as to prominent families from all over, friends, fellow Tarts, and those depicted in her work.

VIP access goes to the largest contributors, her muses, and anyone who purchases one of the pieces from the gallery on opening night. Even if your character cannot attend the grand opening and afterparty, the gallery is open to the public for a month! !Adults only!

Her final exhibition of the year is:

The red carpet treatment always marks the entrance of the gallery,  a place for the guests to show off and be photographed in their designer gowns and suits, or whatever else they choose to wear. The fashion seen here always rivals that of the city’s grandest galas, just don’t upstage the art!

A group of master illusionists have transformed both the inside of the gallery and the afterparty space, with the various rooms mirroring themes in their separate locations. The themes: Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath, Envy, and Lust. The gallery version of each space is a little more simplified than that of the afterparty, in order to feature the art over all else.

The art itself has a single or multiple subjects, each containing one of the sins in some manner. There are 45 pieces in total; most small or medium size with at least one larger piece in each section. All of the paintings fall within her main area of focus, the one she has become well-known for, Death. All paintings are premonitions of how her living muses will die, according to her. Many of which, in the past, have shockingly come true.

The After Party:

While most of her after parties consist of four very different spaces that match the theme of the gallery itself, this one has SEVEN different spaces to each represent one of the deadly sins.

Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Wrath are the ‘safe’ areas! While drinking and drugs are acceptable everywhere, the lewd acts are reserved for the last two sets of locations.

Envy and Lust are the ‘anything goes WITH CONSENT’ areas.

PRIDE: Grand ballroom with a large dance floor, orchestra playing classical music, champagne towers, large chandeliers, waiters at your beck and call.

GLUTTONY: Massive buffets, fine sit down dining, bars with every type of alcohol (and drug) available.

@serazhen can be found working behind the bar!

SLOTH: Massages, saunas, facials, mani/pedis, large hot tubs, any other type of spa service, quiet and nap rooms.

GREED: High stakes poker, blackjack, craps, roulette, jazz musicians and singers.

WRATH: Various popular rock/metal bands and mosh pits to begin the party. DJs playing EDM, raving, neon lights to close out the party. 'Rage rooms' in the back for people to go ham breaking all variety of things!

@tristennedarkmorn can be found performing on lead guitar with one of the metal bands!

ENVY: Cabaret and burlesque performers, aerialists, body shots, live peep shows featuring singles, doubles, or more - with the opportunity to become a part of a peep show.

@rylandfalkov can be found performing in this area mostly on stage, occasionally in the peep show!

LUST: Escorts available, BDSM demonstrations and experiences, private or group rooms, open spaces where anything goes! Masks available for anonymity.

@dicenne can be found here for demonstrations and experiences!

Remember, what happens at the after party stays at the after party!

[go-learn-esperanto]

Hi do you have any advice for understanding Portuguese as someone who completely understands (but barely speaks) Spanish? I noticed some words are similar but with different accents and it trips me off. Are there maybe specific differences that knowing them may help understand Portuguese better?

Well, in relation to accents we have to pinpoint that they're Brazilian Portuguese accents. I don't exactly where from since the players are and I'm not Brazilian, my speciality is European Portuguese but I'll try giving help with what I can and know.

Spanish - Portuguese

In (standard) Brazilian Portuguese the pronouns "Você" is the one most wildly used to mean singular "you". The verb conjugation will change accordingly. If you know Spanish the você and its verb conjugations are most similar to the "usted" ones.

A really funny one that is 100% gonna happen and will end up being a joke - in Spanish the letter Q is read as "cu". Like the English word coo. Anyway, in Portuguese cu means ass. The letter Q is read as "quê", kinda like the beginning of the word Kentucky.

Pronunciation wise in Brazilian Portuguese when there's a t next to an e or i like in the word "falante" (speaker) the t will make the sound ch. The same happens with the letter d which takes the sound dj. Also the e in the end of the sentence takes the "ee" sound in free. So the te in falante sounds the same as the chi in chicken and the de in acende (he/she/they turns [the lights] on) sounds the same as the ge in geometry.

The nh and the ñ are the same thing.

The lh and ll are and are not the same. Usually in Portuguese it always has the same sound, both in Brazil and Portugal, but in the Spanish speaking world it varies a lot. It can sound the same as in Portuguese or not at all. I think no one that is on the server says it the same way as the Portuguese lh though. There's no sound corresponding to that in English so I cannot give a comparison. You'll have to just listen to it. The phonetic symbol is [ʎ].

A lot of the words that start with ll in Spanish will start with ch in Portuguese. Examples: llamar - chamar, llorar - chorar. The ch is always pronounced as sh (in standard Brazilian Portuguese)

At the end of the sentences the letter o sounds like the oo sound in mood or the the u sound in rude.

The ç is always pronounced ss. As ss in assembly. Aka the same as the French ç in façade.

Almost all words that end with on in Spanish in Portuguese they end with ão. Canción - canção, emoción - emoção, leon - leão, limón - limão

Words that end with ã in Portuguese usually end in ana in Spanish but not all words ended in ana in Spanish will end with ã in Portuguese. Irmã - hermana, manhã - mañana, - maçã - manzana

In Portuguese a lot of the so called the intervocal n and L from Latin are lost but in Spanish they are kept. Dolor - dor, color - cor, sonar - soar, luna - lua

The j in Spanish is a sound made with your throat and it's actually closer to some pronunciations of the R in the beginning of words in Portuguese (ex: Rato). This sound also appears in double rr in the middle of words (carro) and after the letter n (honra). However in some places of Brazil the R is also pronounced like the English R. So basically where you'd have that characteristic rrrrr sound in Spanish you have a more throat like sound in Portuguese (which sounds similar to the Spanish j) or something similar to the English R.

The Portuguese j is pronounced like the French j.

The X in Portuguese is pronounced.... In a lot of ways. Sh in puxar, cs in taxi, z in exemplo and in some words not even native speakers are exactly sure how to pronounce it. When in doubt try the sh pronunciation. Spanish has very little X in it and it's almost always pronounced as cs.

S in Portuguese has also a lot of pronunciations but to make this simple: when followed by a consonant or when it's the last letter in a word it will always be read as sh. When in the beginning of a word it's always read as ss and when alone in a word it will be read z. If there's the double ss it's read as just that. So the word casa is not read as "cassa" like in Spanish but as "caza". The word festas is pronounced as feshtash.

Nasal sounds. Just tons of them. The an before a consonant has the same sound as a ã. The on before a consonant (or the om in the end of a word) is the same as the French on. When ending a word em also sounds the same as ãe... The first two sounds ã and on can exist in some Spanish accents however I don't think the ãe or even the õe sounds exist anywhere in Spanish.

The El and La of Spanish will turn into the O and A in Portuguese. El gato - O gato, La isla - A ilha

Most genders are the same however some are reversed. El agua - A água, la mar* - o mar, el árbol - a árvore, el paisaje - a paisagem

*apparently you can use both genders for mar in Spanish???? Why???? Is there any other inanimate object that works like that???

There's a lot more certainly and this is probably really confusing but honestly this would work better with audio because trying to explain sounds by text without entering into complicated linguistics and the phonetic alphabet is almost impossible.

[koyoba]

Happy OC Valentine's! 💖

Several days ago I was prompted to doodle all of my OC couples, so I went ahead and did so! And why not share 'em today :D Though I'm still missing a couple shared OC pairs 😭 Featuring both the clean version and the special commentary version.

Couples from top to bottom, left to right:

Matas & Sae [M/M] childhood friends from the same village on an adventure together

Slice & L.P. [M/M] a vampire punk rock singer and his DJ boyfriend

Nils & Ori [M/M] a young and curious civil servant and the grouchy old potter who lives up in the mountains

Dagim & Etefu [M/M] an aloof temple acolyte and the wandering bard who won't seem to leave him alone

Azucar & Shio [NB/M] mad scientist double special; the self-experimenting geneticist and the pathologist who loathes them; "If I die, please don't let anyone else dissect me."

Helori & Darsian [NB/M] half-elf priest and their human husband, the village baker; extremely married; a lifelong love...but as long as whose life?

Marisol & Aibel [F/F] the pirate captain of a large armada and the sweet young scullery maid she rescued from a life of tragedy

Mogwa & Cipa [F/NB] a cruel goddess and the shapeshifter who challenged her so doggedly they ascended to godhood as well

Verin & Luna [F/F] a potionsmaster and a conjurer both working as instructors at a magical academy; they share a dark past they don't speak about

Path & Elmyra [F/F] a fiery tiefling cleric and a taciturn yuan-ti monk both serving the same once-dead and now recently-revived serpent goddess; relationship status: It's Complicated

And the few I didn't get a chance to include:

Xoazul & Noakl [M/NB] a GW2 salad couple! a Priory researcher elementalist and his warrior dearheart he duped into joining the organization as well

Zeiunn & Klilim [M/M] another GW2 pair; just a couple of Vigil science rats, the brave-hearted warrior and absent-minded engineer

Marjani & Fiam [F/F] a demon blacksmith and her horn carver gf

And there's plenty of other minor ones, aha~ The three above as well as Azu & Shio are all shared ships with my partner, and Elmyra is an NPC in my friend's game o/

[strawberry-sticky-autism]

Trans Autistic Faves

Robert - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Balan - NB (he/they), Autistic.

Setsuna Higashi - MTF, Autistic.

Kanade Minamino - MTF, Autistic.

Haruka Haruno - MTF, Autistic.

Saaya Yakushiji - MTF, Autistic.

Manatsu Natsuumi - MTF, Autistic.

Asuka Takizawa - MTF, Autistic.

Laura La Mer - MTF, Autistic.

Mayu Nekoyashiki - MTF, Autistic.

Topjoy - Genderfluid, Autistic.

Alexandrite - NB she/they, Autistic.

Makoto Naegi - FTM, Autistic.

Chihiro Fujisaki - MTNB (they/she/buns), Autistic.

Toko Fukawa - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Celestia Ludenberg - MTF/NB (she/they/vamps), Autistic.

Mukuro Ikusaba - FTNB (she/xir), Autistic.

Gundham Tanaka - MTNB (he/haunts), Autistic.

Kazuichi Souda - FTM, Autistic.

Chiaki Nanami - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Sonia Nevermind - MTF/NB (she/haunts), Autistic.

Mikan Tsumiki - MTF, Autistic.

Peko Pekoyama - MTF, Autistic.

Nagisa Shingetsu - FTM, Autistic.

Miaya Gekkogahara - FTNB (she/buns), Autistic.

Shuichi Saihara - FTM, Autistic.

Ryoma Hoshi - FTM, Autistic.

Korekiyo Shinguji - MTNB (he/zir), Autistic.

Kiibo - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Kirumi Tojo - MTF, Autistic.

Himiko Yumeno - FTNB (she/fae/nyas), Autistic.

Maki Harukawa - MTF, Autistic.

Tsumugi Shirogane - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Angie Yonaga - FTNB (she/they/sun), Autistic,

Robot Jones - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Ami Mizuno - FTNB (any), Autistic.

Rei Hino - MTF,  Autistic.

Kirby - Genderfluid, Autistic.

Adeline - MTF, Autistic.

Gryll - Demigirl they/she, Autistic.

Mami Tomoe - MTF (she/xir), Autistic.

Kyoko Sakura - MTF, Autistic.

Ken Ichijouji - FTM, Autistic.

Natsuki - MTF, Autistic.

Yuri - MTF, Autistic.

Mayoi Ayasato/Maya Fey - MTF, Autistic.

Naoto Shirogane - FTM, Autistic.

Morgana - NB Agender, uses any pronouns but defaults to male, Autistic.

Haru Okumura - MTF, Autistic.

Goro Akechi - FTM, Autistic.

Takuto Maruki - FTM, Autistic.

Garnet, Pearl, Peridot, Leggy, Spinel and Padparadscha - all are nonbinary women, Autistic.

Geno - he/they, Autistic.

Luigi Mario - Genderfluid, Autistic.

Pirilika - MTF, Autistic.

3 & 4 - Nonbinary they/them, Autistic.

Oshare Bones - Genderfluid he/xir, Autistic.

Miyu Shinohara - MTF, Autistic.

Alphys - MTF, Autistic.

DCA/Sun & Moon - Sun is nonbinary he/they, Moon is nonbinary they/them, both are autistic.

Ayumu Fujimori - MTNB (they/she/he), Autistic.

Kasumi Izumo - FTNB (she/they/spooks), Autistic.

Saiji Rokudo - FTM, Autistic.

Kanata Inori - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Sora - NB (she/they), Autistic.

Iroha Nijiue - FTNB (she/they/xir), Autistic.

King - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Hunter Clawthorne - MTNB (he/they/xim), Autistic.

The Collector - NB (they/he), Autistic.

Hideyoshi Kinoshita - gender-questioning, Autistic.

Floofty Fizzlebean - MTNB (they/them), Autistic.

Dr. Boris Habit - FTM, Autistic.

Raggedy Andy - FTM, Autistic.

Mai Natsume - MTF, Autistic.

Sweet - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Cap’n - FTM, Autistic.

Cakes/KK - MTNB (they/he), Autistic.

Spamton - FTM, Autistic.

Noelle Holiday - MTF, Autistic.

Berdly - FTM, Autistic.

Jogo - he/it, Autistic.

Edd/Double D - closeted transfem, Autistic.

Sara Chidouin - MTF, Autistic.

Sou Hiyori/Shin Tsukimi - FTM, Autistic.

Ranmaru Kageyama - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Wally Beetles - FTM, Autistic.

Abigail Lincoln - MTF, Autistic.

Anne Boonchuy - MTF, Autistic.

Marcy Wu - FTNB (she/her), Autistic.

DJ Catnip - MTNB (he/nyas), autistic.

Sniffles - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Flaky - MTF/NB (she/they), Autistic.

Mime - MTNB (he/xim/xir), Autistic.

Chelan - MTF, Autistic.

Samekichi - FTM, Autistic.

Snap White - FTM, Autistic.

Anko Hibana - FTNB (she/xir), Autistic.

Veronika Grebenshchikova - MTF, Autistic.

Min Jeong - FTNB (she/her), Autistic.

Kahori Abe - MTF, Autistic.

Orikus Gamlefeld - NB (they/them), Autistic.

Riko Mieko - MTF, Autistic.

Piney Pine/Yuuji Matsumoto - Genderfluid, Autistic.

Dr. Sick Dot Doom - Intersex trans-femme (he/they), Autistic.

Makoto “Shin” Hatsurai - MTF, Autistic.

Yuuri Himeno - MTNB (they/he), Autistic.

Metalia - FTNB (she/xir), Autistic.

Tomoe Asakura - MTF, Autistic.

Sissy - MTF, Autistic.

Taeko Yamada - MTF, Autistic.

Makina Irisu - MTF, Autistic.

Tina Belcher - MTF, Autistic.

Gene Belcher - Genderfluid, Autistic.

Aya Maruyama - MTF, Autistic.

Shiho Hinomori - MTF, Autistic.

Minori Hanasato - MTF, Autistic.

Kohane Azusawa - MTF, Autistic.

Toya Aoyagi - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Emu Otori - FTNB (she/they/boops), Autistic.

Nene Kusanagi - FTNB (they/xir), Autistic.

Rui Kamishiro - FTM, Autistic.

Mafuyu Asahina - Gender-questioning, Autistic.

Mizuki Akiyama - MTNB (they/she), Autistic.

Shuichi Nitori - MTF, Autistic.

Strawberry Cookie - MTF, Autistic.

Sorbet Shark Cookie - MTNB (they/them), Autistic.

Bellflower Cookie - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Espresso Cookie - FTM, Autistic.

Madeleine Cookie - FTM, Autistic.

Red Velvet Cookie - FTM, Autistic.

Strawberry Crepe Cookie - MTNB (they/them), Autistic.

Sakura Minamoto - MTF, Autistic.

Sonic the Hedgehog - FTM, Autistic.

Knuckles the Echidna - MTNB (he/him), Autistic.

Amy Rose - MTF, Autistic.

Sierra - MTF, Autistic.

Dipper Pines - FTM, Autistic.

Mabel Pines - MTF, Autistic.

Shiki Misaki - MTF, Autistic.

Meggy Spletzer - MTF, Autistic.

Axol - FTM, Autistic.

Niles - FTM, Autistic.

Izuku Midoriya - FTM, Autistic.

Katsuki Bakugo - FTM, Autistic.

Tsuyu Asui - MTF, Autistic.

Eijiro Kirishima - FTM, Autistic.

Leni L. Loud - MTF, Autistic.

Dendy - FTNB (she/her), Autistic.

Hinae Arimura - MTF, Autistic.

Kobayashi - FTNB (she/her), Autistic.

Haru Mizuki - MTF, Autistic.

Cuphead - FTM, Autistic.

Mugman - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

King Dice - FTM, Autistic.

Crow - FTM, Autistic.

Lucifer Morningstar - FTM, Autistic.

Hibert - FTM, Autistic.

Elesa - MTF, Autistic.

N - MTNB (he/him), Autistic.

Selene - MTF, Autistic.

Marnie - MTF (any), Autistic.

Irida - MTF, Autistic.

Lian - FTM, Autistic.

Dahlia - MTF, Autistic.

Huxley - FTM, Autistic.

Yukimura Kusunoki - FTM, Autistic.

Ichigo Akihime - MTF, Autistic.

Bridget - MTF, Autistic.

Aerith Gainsborough - MTF, Autistic.

Thunder Rose - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Hideri Kanzaki - MTF, Autistic.

Fidget and Digit - MTNB (he/they for Fidget, he/they/it for Digit), Autistic.

Zoe - ???TF, Autistic.

Violet Sabrewing - MTF, Autistic.

Candace Flynn - MTF, Autistic.

Zero Two - MTF, Autistic.

Asuga Hino - MTF/NB (she/they), Autistic.

Crona Gorgon - NB (they/them), Autistic.

Constanze Amalie von Braunschbank-Albrechtsburger - MTF, Autistic.

Dia Kurosawa - MTF, Autistic.

Rina Tennoji - MTF, Autistic.

Ren Hazuki - MTF, Autistic.

Shiki Wakana - MTF, Autistic.

Kumi Shizaku - MTF, Autistic.

Kazuki Watanabe - FTM, Autistic.

Yukari Koime - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Mikihiko Koyasunga - FTM, Autistic.

Chinami Hasami - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Misako Rokuhana - MTF, Autistic.

Kyo Furui - MTNB (he/spooks/haunts), Autistic.

Chou Yoshida - MTF, Autistic.

Itsumi Yoko - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Tomoya Morita - FTM, Autistic.

Isao Morita - FTM, Autistic.

Kaoru Yasunaga - MTF, Autistic.

Ulysses Wilhelm - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Mark “Mayhem” Berskii - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Eva Tsunaka - FTNB (she/xir/they), Autistic.

Eloise Taulner - MTF, Autistic.

Diana Venicia - MTF, Autistic.

Cassidy Amber - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Penny - MTF, Autistic.

Mega Drive - MTF, Autistic.

Docky - FTM, Autistic.

Fonton - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Piranin - FTM, Autistic.

Rosso - FTM, Autistic.

Spimon - FTM, Autistic.

Senshi - FTM, Autistic.

The Masked Kid - Agender (they/them), Autistic.

NiGHTS - FTNB (they/xir), Autistic.

Reala - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

Jackle - MTNB (he/they/xim/it), Autistic.

Kusuo Saiki - FTNB (any), Autistic.

Hitori Gotoh - MTF, Autistic.

Phoenix Wright - FTM, Autistic.

Miles Edgeworth - FTM, Autistic.

Franziska Von Karma - MTF, Autistic.

Ema Skye - MTF, Autistic.

Sebastian Debeste - FTM, Autistic.

Robin Newman - MTF, Autistic.

Katie “Pidge” Holt - FTNB (any), Autistic.

Wakko - MTNB (any), Autistic.

Dot - MTF, Autistic.

Gabriel - MTF,  Autistic.

Julie Joyful - Genderfluid (she/they/he), Autistic.

Frank Frankly - MTNB (he/him), Autistic.

Minoru Hinata - FTM, Autistic.

Goh - FTM, Autistic.

Haruhi Fujioka - FTNB (any), Autistic.

Pucci Lavmin - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Ranma Saotome - MTNB (he/she), Autistic.

Konatsu - MTF, Autistic.

Nagisa Shiowatari - MTF, Autistic.

Pomni - MTF, Autistic.

Jax - FTM, Autistic.

Olive Higgins - NB (they/them), Autistic.

Zacharie Pelletier - MTNB (they/he), Autistic.

Kanon Ota - MTF, Autistic.

Lyle D. Termina - FTM, Autistic.

Lunar - Agender, Autistic.

Earth - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Bloody & Crimson - Both are nonbinary, Bloody uses they/he and Crimson uses they/them, both are autistic.

Abe - Two-spirit (he/they), Autistic.

Strong Sad - FTM, Autistic.

Kick - FTM, Autistic.

Firere - Genderqueer, any pronouns, Autistic.

Pipipo - MTNB (they/xir), Autistic.

Robobo - MTNB, (xe/xim), Autistic.

Hime Arikawa - MTF, Autistic.

Chip Morax - FTNB (she/they), Autistic.

Komichi Akebi - MTF, Autistic.

Minoru Ohkuma - MTF, Autistic.

BMO - Genderfluid (he/she), Autistic.

Simon Petrikov - FTM, Autistic.

Fiona Campbell - MTF, Autistic.

Count Koffin-K - MTNB (he/they), Autistic.

ENA - MTF, Autistic.

[pennyroks77]

IMDOINGTHEASKGAMEYOUREQUESTEDHEREWEGOOO

Penelope:

- I feel like she might be European or generally from a foreign country (maybe french or something) but at this point she's been on the internet so long that she's basically fluent

So when she tells people she's not actually English literally nobody believes her because she's just that g o o d

- If she loses her news reporter hat she will cry (guaranteed)

- She loves matpat lore videos considering she's quite nosy I thought that would be so perfect for her-

- Also she's double jointed

just because

Valerie:

- ok first off

ace omniromantic

that's- that's it that the headcano-

- She watches a lot of old discontinued kids shows like the mister men show

- Speaking of which she kins Little Miss Naughty

- the reason why? She may seem shy and sweet on the outside but if someone pisses her off she would go out of her way to either diss the heck outta them or just straight up make their existence the world's worst

she is a savage, traumatized lil abomination and we all love her a lot

DJ:

- weezer fan. enough said.

- also I'm pretty sure he's autistic

- and when you said that he can't function without music you meant that literally

like every time he takes off his headphones to stop listening to music he basically dies (well he doesn't die, he just kinda enters a music-less shutdown state)

- aphantasia. if you don't know what that means I don't have much time to explain it so google it. learn new stuff. it's good for you.

Fruitbat/Zenith:

- adhd. he's really hyperactive.

- like really hyperactive

- do not give him sugar at all costs. do not.

- he WILL cause a sugar rush-fueled rampage and nearly destroy the entire city. the chaos trio learnt that the hard way.

- also he has Korean heritage. Not sure why but he reminds me of a kpop idol for some reason.

- he's phenomenal at not throwing up after going on rollercoasters

- he's the therapist friend of his group

- basically what I'm saying is that he's both extremely hyper and extremely chill at the same time

I think that's everyone! Let me know if I'm missing someone or you wanna hear more!

Penelope doesn't really know her heritage. she's adopted and her dad moves around a lot looking for work (he is a high school english teacher/counselor) but most likely american.

she will def cry if she loses her hat XD

I can totally see her being double-jointed... I never thought of that but it's canon now

yeah Valerie is aroace

all the discontinued kids' shows (same here lol)

DJ likes pretty much all music so he could like weezer. I just don't know them very well

yeah he's autistic

looked up aphantasia and he's actually the opposite I think

or both somehow? like he'd probably have really vivid dreams but not be able to draw people from memory (I'll have to ask my cousin for confirmation)

don't give Zenith sugar. you are correct that is a very bad idea.

his Korean heritage is canon and I actually designed him with a kpop idol in mind so good job

oh he 100% likes rollercoasters

I love your headcanons :D

[mighticst]

agent daniela juliet delgado... i love you.

[mavrintarou]

Once Again [4]

Paring: Suna Rintarou x you (f-reader) Warnings: None - maybe concocting too much drama? Summary: Your biological clock is ticking and Rintarou offers to help you...

T H I R D P A R T

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Jacey and Junto’s funeral was lively.

They both came from small families but with many friends from all over.

You don’t have any more ‘shock’ in you.

Jacey and Junto were amazing hosts, keeping the party going and entertained. Even after their deaths.

Their funeral was truly a celebration of their lives. It was in their last will, per Jacey’s request that a DJ be present at their funeral and she provided a list of music to play.

Quietly but still audible, played Cardi B in the background along with the low chattering.

It was definitely not your usual funeral service.

You chuckle to yourself, some moments, it was unbelievable that she was really gone and some moments… it’s almost as if she still here with you.

You look down at the sleeping baby who held tightly onto your blouse. She must of have known something wasn’t right. The first few nights were hard for you both.

After hanging up the phone with Rin, you had to block his number for your sake for the time being. You had other things to worry about at the moment.

Renkoshi helped move and set up Kiera’s room in your new place. The room you had initially decided for your future baby.

That wasn’t the case anymore. You had Kiera, and that was good enough.

. . .

You gaze at the photo of Jacey and Junto smiling that was set up at the altar.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to set it in Kiera’s nursery.” You answered Renkoshi. You handed the photo of Junto and him back in law school, “yours?”

“Yeah.” He accepts the photo, “can’t believe it’s been a few years since we graduated.”

Kiera’s cry takes your attention before you could respond back. Her grandma struggled to calm the baby and you hurry over. She hands the baby over to you and immediately, Kiera stopped crying.

“Are you already picky?” her grandma teased, she looks at you, “please bring her around, she is all I have left of my daughter.”

You pulled her into a side hug, “of course, nothing won’t change.”

. . .

Kiera lays asleep on Renkoshi’s chest while sitting in the rocking chair.

You organize Kiera’s nursery to fit the photo of her parents next to her crib.

“When you’re done, we should talk.”

You nod and walk over to them, pulling the ottoman to sit on it. “You want to go first, or me?”

He nods his head at you and smile, “ladies first.”

You exhale deeply, “I know we’re both her Godparents and as Godparents we have legal rights to care and be responsible for them.” You gaze at Renkoshi momentary before saying, “with Kiera settling here, it’s obvious she will stay with me most of the time. You are more than welcome to come pick her up and spend time with her whenever you want but there’s just one thing, I don’t want any money from you.”

Watching Renkoshi cuddle with Kiera soften your heart. Of the few times that you’ve encountered him after she was born, he would peek at her but never once held her.

Saito Renkoshi is handsome, you’ll admit that. He had dark hair with exquisite blue eyes that swooned many girls around campus. You all were in the same university and had a few requirement classes together but to you, Renkoshi was always the quiet kid that seemed to just follow whatever Junto and Jacey said. The four of you hung out together many times throughout college days but split off when they excelled further into the law department while you went to business department. Occasionally, you guys met up every Friday night for drinks. Since Jacey and Junto were already dating, you and Renkoshi were almost always mistaken as a couple as well on a double date.

He is a calm and quiet man, yet a fierce attorney. Junto once shown a clip of Renkoshi in court, it was almost like he was a different man in the court room.

After a few years out of college, Renkoshi only matured and aged handsomely. His once mop of dark hair is now short and styled. His preppy fashion is now strictly suits and ties and always looking sharp.

A few months ago, he showed up at long over-due dinner with a date, shocking you all. Nonetheless, you greeted his date with open arms. She was a newly graduate lawyer that they met at a conference. You caught Ren’s eyes many times that night and each time you smiled, mentally congratulating him on his new partner.

“Well, I guess it’s my turn?” His smile is charming yet gentle, “I just want to be clear with you that I am all in favor of Kiera staying with you because she is more familiar and comfortable with you than me.” His eyes hold yours, “it also makes more sense for her to be with you than with me. I don’t have much experience with babies as much as you.”

He shifts Kiera and lays her in his arms, still deeply asleep. He returns his gaze back to you, “you just said as her Godparents, we have to be responsible for them. If I’m letting you handle her 99% of the time, then how is it hardly fair that I allow you to take care of her physically and financially but I have no part in it?”

You groan internally, you had wished he would have allowed you to take rein and make this situation easier for your part. And for him.

Why couldn’t he just allowed you to take care of everything by yourself? You are more than capable of doing so.

“Renkoshi-“

“Ren.” He cuts you off, “everyone has always called me Ren but you. Please call me Ren.”

You exhale deeply, exhausted to the bone. “Ren,” you say softly and defeatedly, “and how would you like to take part in it?”

If he wants to be part of this, who are you to stop him.

“I only have two requests; I help 100% financially if you are going to be the one caring for her and I want to be by your side to raise Kiera.”

The words run in your head repeatedly and your head tilts in confusion. He meant as co-Godparents, right? Is that not what you guys will be doing? Did he think you were kicking him out of his Godparent role?

“Ren,” you mummer, “I don’t mean to offend you in anyway by saying that I’ll take care of Kiera 100%. I just wanted you to know that…” What you really meant was that he didn’t have to sacrifice his bachelor life to help raise a baby that wasn’t his.

“You feel that I shouldn’t have to feel obligated to help raise Kiera with you, right? Since she’s not my child?”

You made a face; one you make when you’ve been caught red-handed.

“But she isn’t yours either?”

Those words didn’t come out snarky, but truthful. Kiera wasn’t yours either.

“I know,” you admitted, “but you don’t have to feel-“

“I’m not feeling obligated, okay?” he sits up and scoots closer to you, “I don’t think you understand me, Y/n so I’ll be blunt with you. I want to do this whole co-Godparent with you.” His face nears your face, lips inches away from yours. “In other words, I want to raise her as my own just like how you are and with you.”

His deep blue eyes open and they pierce right into yours, “so don’t push me away, let’s do this together.”

. . .

A week later and Ren has spent every single evening having dinner with you and spending time with Kiera. He would put Kiera to bed and have one last cup of tea with you before he would leave for the night. It became the routine.

As Ren kept Kiera occupied in the living room, that gives you the opportunity to bag up the donated breastmilk he picked up at the hospital.

The stash of frozen breast milk packet from Jacey is running extremely low and Kiera’s doctor is opposed to switching her over to powder formula yet since she was smaller than most babies her age.

You leaned against the doorway of her nursery, watching Ren read to Kiera right before bed.

You leave and wait for him at the dining table with two cups of tea.

He settles in his usual spot across from you and sip his tea.

Your finger traces around the rim of your cup. “This has been on my mind for a bit,” you begin, “I don’t mind that you come over to spend time with Kiera and take her off my hands but,” your brain jumbles to find the right words. “I don’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong idea that you’re alone here with Kiera and I.”

His cup of tea settles back onto the coaster, his expression was unreadable.

Immediately, you added, “if you want to take Kiera away to spend time with your girlfriend by all means you are welcome to!”

His jaw tightens before looking directly at you, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You don’t?” you exclaimed, “that girl…”

“She was just a cohort.” He grins, “I just brought her to dinner to see what your reaction would be.”

Your brow raises questionably. “My… reaction?”

He settles both his elbows on the table and interlace his fingers. “Y/n, are you that oblivious to me?” He chuckles at your dumbfounded expression. “I have liked you for a long time now.”

“You’re kidding…” you blurted unconsciously and quickly shook your head to align your brain cells again. “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

“You told Jacey once that you wanted to wait to get to your director position first before even considering settling down.” His voice lowers, “I have been waiting for you.”

. . .

[1 month later]

You hear faint voice chattering outside your office.

“… Ms. Y/L specifically ask to not be disturbed… I’m sorry Mr. Suna…”

Your eyes snap open.

It wasn’t a dream. You can hear the chattering outside your door.

That’s when you remember, you had not unblocked his number.

The voices get loser to your door.

“… I just need to see her…”

The door clicks and swings open. “Is she… here?”

You had asked to not be disturbed because you needed a nap urgently. Kiera wakes you up at least twice throughout the night for feeding, sometimes, she would be wide awake and wanting your attention.

“I don’t think she… left?” Secretary Oikano whispered, “maybe she went down to the daycare?”

“Daycare?” Rin repeated.

“Kiera is in the daycare here while Ms. Y/l works.”

You groan silently to yourself; your secretary is too comfortable with him.

The door closes and you sigh softly. Your eyes close again, you’ll let them run around for a bit.

“There you are," a voice whispered, rough callous hand cupped your cheek, “you've lost weight.”

You continue to keep your breath steady, and eyes shut.

Lips pressed against your forehead and your eyes open, “what are you doing here?”

He tells you that you lost weight, but he also lost weight himself.

Dark smudges are visible underneath his eyes.

He swallows, “can we talk?”

You gently pushed him aside to sit up and you point to the couch across from you, “go sit over there.”

He shakes his head, “I want to be next to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to be next to you.” It came out petty and childish.

His eyes flashed, “you don’t mean that.”

You rub the sides of your temple. “Just tell me what you want to say, get it over with.” You hesitated on saying the next part but did it anyways. Maybe it would have saved you both time. “I blocked your number because I needed to concentrate on Jacey and Junto’s funeral, sorry I forgot to unblock it. Now, say what you want to say.”

He settles on one knee, grabbing both your wrists. “Well, that explains why. I wanted to contact you other ways, but I didn’t want to make you angrier at me. I don’t know where you live now so I had no choice but to come find you here.” His voice is unsteady, “I don’t have anything relationship going on with Kazue, I promise you that. When I left for Tokyo, it was also for a fundraiser the whole Japanese men and woman’s Volleyball Association was invited to - that’s why I was there longer than a normal game. I don’t know why I failed to tell you that.”

You tug your wrists free, but he tightens his hold on them. “Before… all of this began between us, Kazue and I remain friends still after we broke it off. I had already asked her to be my date for this event a few months prior.” He sighs, “I didn’t cheat on you. I was just dumb and stupid for not telling you everything before I left that morning.”

You wanted to believe him.

“I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me.” He admits, “it doesn’t change anything, but I want you to know, I didn’t kiss her.

“She asked if we could give it a try again, but I told her that I want to be with someone else.” His hand shifts to hold your hands, “you, I want to be with you.”

You exhaled deeply.

“I was very oblivious to the articles. I didn’t - I didn’t think much of it until Miya asked me about it.”

Rin drops his head onto your lap, “please, forgive me.” He places your hand on top of his head, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Your office door burst open, startling you.

“Is mommy in here?”

Rin lifts his head off your lap and frown at you confused.

“Oh,” Secretary Oikano’s eyes widen, “you were here all along?” She looks at Rin, “I thought you were behind me all this time?”

She walks over with the baby and hands her over to you. Kiera is in the phase of spitting out her pacifier when she gets excited, excited to see you after spending the whole morning in daycare.

“Is this…”

You kiss her cheek and smile at the bubbly baby, “Kiera.”

The four-month-old stares at Rin with cautious eyes.

“You adopted her?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m her Godmother.”

Rin frowns, “Mrs. Oikano… called you mommy?”

You sigh, “I know, I told her to stop but she insists on calling me that.” You smile at Kiera who returns a gummy smile. “She can call me whatever she wants.” You grabbed her pacifier and she immediately suckled on it again.

“Mrs. Oikano,” you called, “can you take her back to the daycare for a bit.”

Once your office door closes, you stand up but don’t get very far when Rin catches your wrist before you could move.

“What do I need to do for you to forgive me?”

“Rin,” you grasp his hand, “there is nothing to forgive. You are free to do whatever you want, and you don’t owe me anything.”

“You said to me you felt cheated and that I gave you empty promises?”

You’re caught off guard, “that was just me talking nonsense at that time. I was vulnerable.”

“Is it not the truth though?”

Your eyes open to peer down at him, “truth or not, it does not take us back in the past to avoid this mistake.”

“Mistake?” He stood up, “are you saying, sleeping with me was a mistake?”

His grip on your wrist tightens when you tried to pull away. “Yes,” you gritted, “it was a mistake. Look at where we are now, we aren’t even friends now.” One tug and your wrist if free, “I was scared of this.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared I allowed my feelings to screw things up between us. I can’t even look at you without being hopelessly and stupidly in love with you.” Tears burned your eyes and you let out a deep exhale. “You don’t need to give me a baby anymore Rin. I have Kiera now.”

“So,” his tone is low, “that’s it?”

“What do you want, Rin? I’m telling you that you don’t need to help me have a baby anymore. What more do you want?”

He rounds the corner of the coffee table and grip both your shoulders. “Have I not made it clear that I want to be with you?”

You’re pressed against his chest and for the first time in a while, you felt an instant relief and warmth in his arms again. You went against your head and brought your arms to hug him back.

“You crazy woman.” He mutters against the crown of your head, “you say I don’t need to give you a baby anymore… what if you are already carrying my baby?”

You push your head away to look up at him, “what?”

His eyes staring right back at you are soft and adoring, “Mrs. Oikano said you haven’t been feeling well, acting like a pregnant woman craving this and that and you’ve have been tired to the point you need a nap.” His fingers caress your face, “aren’t those signs of pregnancy?”

Your mind had completely overlooked it. Since the death of Jacey and Junto, all you could focus on is caring for Kiera and making sure her needs were met.

The thoughts of trying to conceive were pushed to the back of your head if not, completely obliterated.

You shook your head. You don’t want to get your hopes high. Too many negative pregnancy tests have broken your hopes and dreams.

You haven’t had your period since you last saw Dr. Lee. It never came. But she had also warned that going off the pills could cause irregular periods for the change and could take a few months to return to normal.

You also have been stress; stress is a big period delay factor.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks softly.

Your hands immediately touch your abdomen, and you press on it.

And gasp.

Had you not realize it? Or is your mind imagining this hardness in your lower abdomen?

Was the sudden midnight craving the last few weeks a sign?

Could that be the reason why Kiera has been wanting to suckle your chest when she is hungry? It is said that babies could smell breast milk of expecting mothers.

“What?” Panic laced his voice, “what’s wrong?”

You look at him with the same panic in your eyes, “I should take a test.” Your heels spun and you hurry towards your desk to the draw where your bag lies. Inside your bag you had a few pregnancy tests.

Before you could hurry to the bathroom, Rin catches your wrist.

“Let’s go to the clinic and check,” he plucks the box of pregnancy tests out of your hand, “these have been giving us false hopes too many times. I want better and accurate tests done by a professional.”

You pondered, knowing he was correct on that. “I’ll… I’ll make an appointment with my doctor.”

“No,” he tells you gently and smile, your heart skips a beat or three. “We’ll go see my sister.”

You haven’t seen Suna Naoki in years, she is two years younger than you guys and was more social than her brother. You recall her expressing her interest in medical school.

“Rin, I have my own doctor.”

“I know, but I can get you in today with my sister.”

You laugh at his ridiculousness. “Rin, I don’t think that’s how it works. You can’t just demand a doctor to see you right now and expect it.”

He smiles, “yes, I can.”

. . .

There was no way to talk Rin out from seeing his sister. You made a quick call to Ren, explain why dinner tonight would be canceled with a lame excuse that emergency visit to your parents was requested.

Kiera lays asleep in her car seat as Rin carries her gently with one hand. The other hand holds onto one of yours, leading you to one of Nagano’s prestige hospital.

“Kiki works here?”

He smiles, proudly. “Yep, she completed her residency here a while ago and settled in the OBGYN department.”

He led you guys straight to Naoki.

Uneasiness begins to creep up on you, distracting you as you miss the woman standing before you. “Are you two finally together?”

Your head snaps up and you smile seeing the once a little girl now grown into a woman, “hey Kiki.”

“What’s this?” Her attention slips from you and huddles to peak at the now wide-awake Kiera. “Rinnie, you did not just call me and demand I see you and think I’ll forgive you for keeping your kid away from me?” She glares at her brother. “What would mom and dad think! You know they have been dying to have a grandchild from you!”

“Kiki it’s not what-“

Rin smiles at you and cuts you off, “isn’t she cute?”

You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Kiki, we’re actually here for… another reason.”

“We need to know if Y/n is expecting?” Rin doesn’t hesitate to state the truth.

Naoki gasped, hands covering her mouth. “Already?!”

Your eyes closed and whined quietly. “There’s a lot of misunderstanding here…”

Moving to her office to explain the real story wasn’t much better, you had no idea if Naoki even heard anything you had to say. She was too busy cooing to Kiera.

“Kiki,” Rin calls, “focus.”

Naoki makes a face at her brother, “your dad is mean.”

She stands up, still holding onto Kiera and opens up a few cabinets before turning around to hand them to you. “Go the lab area over there and once you’re done, ring the bell and the lab technician will take care the rest of it for you.”

. . .

It felt like the longest wait time of your entire life.

Your hands fidget with Kiera’s burp cloth until another hand rest on top of yours.

“It’ll be okay,” Rin whispers quietly.

“What if… I am pregnant?” What if you were? It was already a handful taking care of Kiera alone…

Rin’s fingers interlace with yours, “look at me.” You exhale deeply before looking up at him. “I’ll be right beside you.”

You inhaled and exhaled and nearly jumped in place when the door of Naoki’s office opened abruptly.

“We’re back!” She sang, she took Kiera and to ‘give’ you and Rin some alone time.

And she wanted to show her off to her other coworkers.

“We have the results,” her lips firm and thin.

Kiera began fussing and you reach to take her. She quiets down once she’s in your arms and you kiss her head, looking at Naoki nervously.

Naoki pokerfaced didn’t help ease your anxiety and at last, she flips the sheet of paper over revealing your lab work. “Congratulations, you are pregnant.”

You quickly glance at Rin who sighs… in relief?

Kiera’s suckling on her fist diverts your attention to her, will you be able to provide her the attention she needs?

. . .

“What?” Rin examines your outreached hand.

“I should drive if I’m dropping you off.” He took control of your car on the way to the hospital, insisting you sit in the back with Kiera. You don't recall seeing his sports car.

He doesn’t hand over your keys to your SUV. “Let me come over.”

“No. What about your car?”

“I took a taxi to your workplace because I was determined to go home with you.”

Less than twenty minutes ago, if you had not just heard the news that is now going to change your life forever… you would have fought him. Verbally.

Your eyes narrow at him, “only because we need to have a discussion. Don’t try anything funny, you’re still not forgiven.”

His mouth curve, as if it’s funny. “But you said there was nothing to forgive?”

Your hand is in front of him again, “give me my keys?”

He flashed like lightning, pecking your lips before your brain could register. “Nope, get in the car.”

The drive was quiet. It gave you some free time to think. Naoki had asked you to return at the end of the week to next week for an ultrasound. Now you needed to free up your schedule for that as well as to see your primary doctor.

“So, why did you choose this place?”

You punched in the code to your keypad, “it’s more kid friendly, I got this place before Jacey and Junto’s death.”

You held the door for Rin to enter, who was carrying Kiera while still buckled in her car seat. “Just set her over there.”

As you secure the lock on your door something caught your attention from the corner of your eyes.

Dress shoes.

Next to Rin’s Vans.

“Who are you?” you hear Rin demand.

Whipping around you see Ren standing between the hallway to the bedrooms, with Kiera’s baby photo album in one hand looking at Rin who is holding Kiera protectively in his arms.

“I’m Ren, who are you?” Ren countered back.

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E/n: so I've been asked many times how many parts... and at this point. I don't know. I'm now thinking 6.

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 GOLD Panel Charlotte Con 2021

I have such a huge smile on my face. The boys were flirty, they were joking around, they were supportive hubbies full off admiration and love for one another- and there's still the main panel left!

The panel started off with some banter; and Jensen wanted Jared to sing the Applebees song but Jared claimed he didn't know it so Jensen said he'll teach him so he can sing it at the main panel 😂 I want so badly for Jensen to convince Jared to sing it at the main panel!

Jensen was asked if there's going to be more iPhone music videos for his music, he said there's no plans for that at the moment but teases that maybe when he goes to direct Walker he and Jared will do a fun little vid- maybe the Applebees song. Yes, please! I want this! I want all the j2 bts Walker content 🙏

Asked what the episodes would be about if spn was able to have 2 or 3 more eps after the finale with them in Heaven, Jared thinks the boys would go for a drive after reconnecting on the bridge and make their way to a beach where they could sit back 😭

Jensen thinks there should have been a whole ep of Sam and Dean in Heaven, and he sees Dean acting out, blasting music, driving fast, doing donuts in the Impala. Which led to the boys sharing a story about how one day they were shooting in the Impala and Jensen decided to do donuts in the gravel parking lot during lunch and was sending rocks flying everywhere x

Jared said, and Jensen agrees, that Sam didn't stay in the hunting life but he did tell his son what he needed to know to keep him safe and he definetely told him about his uncle Dean. And Jensen referred to baby Dean as DJ which is cute.

They were asked what their totally selfish wish would be as both themselves and their characters. For Jared his "selfish" wish is that he hopes he gets to meet his grandkids, and Jensen's is that he hopes his kids are well adjusted🥺 And for their characters, Jensen says Dean would want a larger engine. And Jared said Sam got his selfish wish cause he got to be back with his brother driving around. I'm fine, I'm okay 😭

There was a D question which I wouldn't even bring up but I wanted to point something out that I personally found kind of interesting. Jensen was asked about D possibly being featured in one of his future songs, he says not gonna happen (cause she doesn't have an interest) but what I found interesting is that for some reason this made them both crack up, especially Jared they even had to move away from the mics. [Also before this question was asked the fan said the question was for Jensen, and Jensen put his hand on Jared's arm and said he has Jared for support ❤]

They were asked about directing and producing, and Jared said he's never directed but Jensen stops him and says he has, that he just does it from a different perspective and that he directed and produced for 15 years 😭❤ And then Jared brings up seeing Jensen wearing double hats while on spn when he acted and directed and how cool that was for him to see someone he knew, loved, trusted, admired and respected doing that, I'm drowning in supportive!husbands feels 😭❤

Jensen also said that he feels like producing is a lot like putting out fires which they did for many years on spn cause they didn't have a producer on set. I've said before and I'll say it again, these men deserved producer credits on spn and the fact that they never got them is a disgrace.

Here's a timestamp to Jared touching Jensen's chest, you're welcome 😊

When asked about the major differences between playing Sam and Dean, and playing Walker and Soldier Boy, Jensen says Cordell's got a little bit of Dean in him and that he rubbed of on Jared, Jared agrees 😏 Jared called Soldier Boy, Soldier which for some reason I absolutely love. Jensen mentioned Rust and says he was using a lot of Sam for the character he was playing in the film 😭 Y'all gotta watch this moment cause I am overcome with the feels of these supportive husbands, making dirty jokes and talking about how much influence they have on each other x

A fan said they hope Soldier Boy kicks Homelander's ass, Jensen said there's a lot of ass kicking and a lot of ass. I will be staring respectfully sir 👀

And they finish off the panel joking around and laughing cause when answering the last question which was about somebody fainting in front of David Hayden-Jones Jensen said "going down" which caused some of the fans in the audience to burst out laughing cause their mind went right down the gutter 😂

This panel was filled with so many great moments! I can't wait for the main one!

J2 GOLD Panel Charlotte Con 2021

[fnafdlc]

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hi hi! this is my fnaf IRL sideblog! the theming of this blog will likely change a lot because i like to change things up to match what i feel, but i’ll likely be keeping the same url no matter what so don’t worry about that !! :P

i probably won’t be comfortable with you if you’re a ‘double’/kin any of my irls unless we already know each other!

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taglist under the cut!

this list is subject to change both in how the tags look at who’s on the list :P

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[sisterspooky1013]

Damsels, Chapter Four: First Day

By SisterSpooky1013 / Read Previous chapters here

Rated E / Tagging @today-in-fic

Angel leads Scully out of Ricky’s office and back down the hall, pointing to various doors.

“Here are the customer bathrooms, we don’t use these. That’s the exit to the lobby, but we have our own door in the back. Through here is the floor.”

Angel makes no mention of the other, unmarked doors in the hall. She pushes the “Enter Here to be Dominated” door open and they walk into a large room with the floors and ceiling painted black. To the left, there's a long bar that covers nearly the entire wall with at least twenty stools butting up to it. Directly across from the bar on the right wall, there’s a small round stage with a gold pole erected in the center. A shallow counter, just wide enough to set a cup, runs along the entire perimeter of the stage with chairs neatly pushed in against it. A mental image of herself on the stage while men look on flashes in her mind and she shakes her head gently, forcing it away. Along the back wall are several small partitions; little rooms constructed out of dark red curtains that are currently pinned open to reveal a loveseat and table in each one. The rest of the room is filled with small black tables and chairs, and can probably seat upwards of 100 people. Angel leads Scully to the left, approaching the bar.

“Back here is the bar, obviously, and this is Queenie, our lead bartender. Queenie, this is Diane, Ricky just hired her,” Angel continues.

A tall Asian woman stands from behind the counter holding a case of Jack Daniels. She has wide, round eyes and a diamond-cut chin, her full lips painted dark red and her black hair tied into a high bun.

“Hey,” she replies, “is Diane your stage name? You’re getting soft, Angel,” she teases, casting Angel a flirtatious smile.

“Oh, no, we actually haven’t gotten that far yet,” Angel replies before turning to Scully, resting one elbow on the bar top. “So while you’re waitressing, you’ll talk to Queenie a lot. She can make any drink under the sun. Tip her out twenty percent of whatever you make.”

Scully nods and wishes she had something to write all this down. Between the new terminology and rules, she's already getting confused and is bound to make a mistake. Angel leads her to the other side of the room and climbs gingerly up onto the stage.

“This is the stage, duh, and this is the pole. We call him Paul, the pin to make it spin or stationary is down here,” she leans and points to a small pin at the base of the pole.

“Oh!” Scully exclaims, “I guess never realized the pole spins.”

“Common misconception,” Angel goes on, wrapping her knee and elbow around the pole and spinning a couple slow rotations as she speaks. “But that’s why you don’t want to put oil or anything slippery on your legs or arms. You need to be able to get a good grip, especially while the pole is spinning. We’ll talk more about that later, come up here.”

Scully baulks and looks around, but climbs onto a chair, then the drink rail before finally getting to the stage itself. The room looks even bigger from up here.

“So, just from a Bird's Eye view up here,” Angel continues, “those seats against the wall back there at the end of the bar we call the rock section. Dudes just grab a seat and order a soda and then nurse it all night. Never pay for dances, never come to the tip rail, nothin’. Just sit there like a damn rock. It can be a fun challenge when you’re waitressing to try to get them to buy more drinks, if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“Tip rail?” Scully asks, sensing that this will be something she has to do a lot.

“Right, these seats right here,” Angel points to the seats that are lined up along the perimeter of the stage, “are the tip rail. You have to sit here or be close to it in order to tip stage dances, hence the name. Something else you’ll hear is doing a mini-lap, which is just when you let a guy at the tip rail motorboat you or put his face in your ass or whatever. Usually you’d do that when they give you a really fat tip.”

“I thought Ricky said the men aren’t allowed to touch you?” Scully clarifies, subconsciously rounding her shoulders and crossing her arms protectively.

“Ah, important distinction. WE can touch THEM, but they can’t touch us. So like, I can rub my tits on a guy's face, but if he grabs them, he’s toast. There are some limits to that I’ll tell you about later, but you can’t give a good lap dance without touching so we definitely touch, it’s just always us who does it, not them.”

Scully is impressed by the degree to which Ricky seems to embrace the “women in control” model, but she’s curious to see whether it’s all talk.

“So that middle part with lots of small tables,” Angel is now pointing to the middle of the room, in front of the rock section, “that’s usually where the whales sit, like Mr. Keane. They’re too classy to sit at the rail but you can still see pretty good from there. And lastly, over there,” she now points to her right to the small curtained rooms, “those are the VIP rooms. We’ll talk more about those later too when we talk about the rules, but they’re basically where customers can take a girl for a private dance.”

Scully feels a pit in her stomach. No matter what rules they have in place, there is no way she can be safe behind a curtain with a man who is paying to access her body. Her distress is interrupted by music suddenly pouring from the speakers at an obscene volume, making them both jump. It cuts off as quickly as it started, and Angel turns to look at a small raised booth behind and to the right of the stage.

“What the fuck, Ben?!” she shouts, raising her arms in an angry gesture.

“Sorry, Angel, my bad!” A thin Asian man with a narrow face and a goatee waves down to them apologetically.

“That’s Ben, the DJ. He’s not usually so obnoxious,” Angel says to Scully, then turns and shouts up to Ben. “This is the new girl, Diane!”

“What the fuck kind of stage name is Diane?” He calls back down. “Also, hi, I’m Ben,” he adds, waving again. Scully smiles warmly and waves back.

“We haven’t picked her name yet!” Angel shouts back. “We really need to pick your name, girl, this is getting old fast,” she says to Scully.

“Um, this may be a strange question,” Scully starts, “but, is everyone who works here Asian?”

Angel looks off into space for a moment, lost in thought. “No, but everyone here right now is, huh?! That’s a weird coincidence. Anyway, Asian is a big group. Denny out front is Samoan, which is actually Pacific Islander. Queenie is Vietnamese, and Ben is Japanese. And Ricky is white as fuck,” she bursts into a fit of giggles at her own joke.

“And what about you?” Scully asks her.

Angel turns and starts to walk away from her, casting a coy glance over her shoulder. “I’m whoever you want me to be, Baby,” she says with a flirty lilt in her voice, before adding “come on, I’ll show you the back.”

“The back,” accessible by a door just behind the stage, is a long hallway with restrooms, a staff locker room, a break room with a kitchen, and a dressing room for the dancers.

“So, I’m gonna show you the dancer’s room now, just so you have an idea what you’re working towards, but just FYI that they really don’t let the waitresses come back here. After this I’d keep your ass out if you don’t want to get torn a new one,” Angel advises her.

The dancer’s room is modest in size with mirrored stations set up along two walls and a small bank of four more in the middle of the room. Each station is slightly different, but most have a makeup kit, hair products, and a box that locks with a code to store cash tips. Three of the stations sit empty. Along the back wall are four doors, and along the left wall is a double-height clothes rack full of straps, sequins, lace, and mesh of all colors. While the floor had smelled like cleaner on top of stale beer and sweat, the dancer’s room is sweet and perfumed with hints of vanilla and cinnamon.

“What’s through those doors?” Scully asks casually.

“The second one on the left will take you outside, that’s the one we can use to come and go without having to go by the customers,” Angel answers. “There’s another one of those at the end of the hall out there you can use while you’re waitressing. The door on the far right is a single stall bathroom. The other ones are storage or something, I don’t know. They’re locked.”

Scully gives no reaction to this information but makes a mental note of it for later. After they look at the general staff locker room and the kitchen, Angel plops down at a table near the fridge and Scully follows suit, taking the seat across from her.

“So, before we go grab lunch, let’s figure out your stage name so we can introduce you to people properly,” Angel begins. “There’s kind of a tradition here that your stage name starts with the same first letter as your real name. I don’t know why, and people will say it’s not a ‘rule’ per se, but if you don’t do it it will probably seem weird.”

“What’s your real name, if that’s okay to ask?” Scully inquires nervously. Not having real names will make this whole investigation a lot harder.

“Oh no, it’s fine. They aren’t a secret or anything, we just don’t like the customers to know our real names. My name is Ann. So Ann/Angel, both A’s. Queenie’s real name is Quyen. You can ask any of the girls and they’ll tell you their real name if you want. Except maybe Lexie, she’s a stuck up bitch. So I’ll just tell you now, her real name is Leanne.”

Scully laughs good-naturedly, though she has the passing thought that a lot of people may describe her as a stuck up bitch too.

“So, something that starts with a D, what suits your fancy?” Angel asks. Seeing the worried look on Scully’s face, she makes some suggestions. “You could go with a classic, like Diamond. Something a little more stereotypical like Destiny. Oh, what about Desiree, that’s really pretty, and it suits you.”

Scully considers it for a moment. Who she’d really like to be is Dana, on her way home from this insanity. Given that isn’t an available option, Desiree isn’t so bad.

“Yeah, I think I like that,” she says with a shy smile.

“Great, can I call you Desi?” Angel asks excitedly.

“Sure,” Scully responds, and then follows a very spirited Angel out into the afternoon sunlight in search of something to eat.

They end up at a little Mexican restaurant a short walk from the club. It’s the kind of hole in the wall place that only locals know exists, with tacky pink paint on the booths and dusty Cinco De Mayo flags criss-crossing the ceiling.

“So, Angel, how’d you end up working at Damsels?” Scully asks as she drags a tortilla chip through the watery salsa. She’s highly motivated to solve this case and get the hell out of here, so there’s no sense in wasting time.

“Oh, I just met Ricky through mutual friends and he told me about his club. I was a dancer at a total shithole before, so coming here was such a huge relief.” She stabs at the ice in her drink with a straw, breaking it up into smaller pieces.

“Are you working towards something else, or is there something else you’re hoping to do?” Scully asks next.

“I might ask you the same, Desi,” Angel returns with a slight cock of her head, and Scully realizes that was a rude question.

“Sorry, I guess I still have a lot to learn about the social nuances of this job.”

Angel shakes her head dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a question you get asked a lot as a dancer, as you’ll find out. Everyone thinks you’re just stopping here on the way to something better, something more legit. God forbid your life plan is to show your ass for cash, right? I mean, that is true for some of the girls; Tibet is getting her masters and Magenta has a day job as a therapist, but I honestly just like it.”

Scully is more careful with the wording on her next question. “What do you like about it?”

“Well,” Angel takes a bite of a chip and chews thoughtfully, “I grew up with really judgmental, uptight parents who basically made me feel like I was dirty and disgusting for existing, and for being female. I was always really ashamed of my body and when men looked at me, I thought I was doing something wrong to bring it on myself. After I moved out, my friend took me to a strip club and I was totally blown away by the confidence the women had with their bodies. Men were looking at them, but not like they were gross and sinful, just like they were…beautiful. And they looked so powerful up there commanding all that attention. And I just wanted to be up there like that, celebrating my body and deciding what happened with and to it. And here I am.”

Scully sits quietly, absorbing an answer that she wasn’t expecting to hear. She thinks about her own upbringing and the “good girls don’t” mentality that tainted her early sexual exploration. Even as a fully grown adult in consensual, committed relationships, she couldn’t shake the underlying guilt that she was worldly and sinful for desiring and having sex outside of marriage. It bleeds over into her relationship with Mulder, she knows. She can accept any physical attention he bestows upon her, and in fact wants it desperately, but for her to initiate it would mean…something. Something she isn’t ready to admit, even to herself.

Angel speaks again, interrupting her thought. “What about you, Desi, what brings you here? I showed you mine, you show me yours…or whatever.”

“Oh,” Scully says, scrambling to bring her cover story forward. “Um, I, uh, I got divorced recently, or I’m legally separated, anyway. I just got my own place after living with my husband for seven years and I haven’t really worked that whole time, I just supported his work. So, I don’t really have any marketable skills.”

Angel smiles. “Shoot, that ass is a marketable skill, girl! Those titties are hella marketable.”

Scully blushes, unused to anyone talking about her that way, and is surprised by how flattered she feels by such a crass compliment. Their server arrives and sets their plates down, and Angel’s demeanor shifts a bit as they dig into their meal.

“Okay, so down to the nitty gritty. Like I said, there are rules for us as dancers, and for waitresses too. Ricky mentioned his feelings about heroin and meth, right?”

“Yep, that will not be an issue,” Scully says confidently, spearing a bell pepper with her fork.

“Good, so also don’t get, like, super drunk or super high while on shift. A little to take the edge off is okay, but a drunk stripper is just pathetic. Like I said, the men can’t touch us, but it’s okay for us to touch them, EXCEPT we do NOT do extras at Damsels. No hand jobs, no blow jobs, and definitely no fucking, not even in VIP. Not in their car outside, not behind the dumpster, it’s a very hard and fast rule, no pun intended. Ricky will fire even his best girl in a heartbeat if he finds out she’s doing extras. Oh, and no kissing.”

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[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 46

The truth begins to be untold, from multiple perspectives.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ??? I honestly don’t know what this counts as anymore

Warnings: Strong language

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You can’t breathe for several seconds. You feel yourself begin to tremble, and Wonho must feel it too, because he places a protective hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?”

For a moment, the club swims before you. No. No. You’re not letting her win, not again. With enormous effort, you summon that numbness once more, letting it settle over you. In a single moment, you adjust your posture and expression, and although your throat feels like it’s about to close up, you don’t allow your voice to change. You’re an actress, after all. “Good to see you’re having fun,” you tell Yoongi cooly, ignoring Seoyeon. The redhead’s eyes narrow at your obvious disinterest. Yoongi’s gaze sweeps between you and Wonho, who’s glistening with sweat from dancing. Wonho’s mesh top is sticking to his defined abs.

“Looks like you are too,” Yoongi replies quietly. His brows knit together and his eyes search yours, almost pleading –

He can’t do this to me. It’s not fair. And you can’t keep your voice steady much longer. You take a long pull of your drink.

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon whines.

“Hyung!” Out of nowhere, Hoseok breaks through the crowd, looking wildly between you and Yoongi. “Ha… I-I didn’t know you’d be here!” He says through a too-wide smile. 

Still looking at you, Yoongi jerks his head toward Seoyeon, who continues clinging to him. You notice Hoseok twitch. 

Without breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you reach up and rest your hand on Wonho’s, who’s still holding your shoulder. “Wonho, I’m going to BTS’s private room. Hoseok, is it okay if Wonho comes with?”

“Of course.” 

Wonho seems confused, but – bless him – he goes along with you as you turn your back on Seoyeon… and Yoongi. 

“So! Tell me about your mixtape, how’s that going?” You hear Hoseok shout over the music as you lead Wonho away. By the time you finally shut the door, closing yourself off from the club, you feel like the night has lasted for far longer than a few songs. 

The other members have disappeared, surely out on the dance floor or by the bar. Coats are strewn on the couch and chairs, and you can spot several empty bottles of soju on the counter.

‘Hey… you okay?” Wonho asks, his voice soft.

“Yeah,” you answer too quickly. 

“Want to talk about it?”

For a moment, just a moment, you consider telling him everything: about Lisa, missing and possibly dead. About Xiumin, who proved that you really couldn’t trust anyone. About Yoongi, whose betrayal hurt you more than any real boyfriend could. About Seoyeon, how she and her cronies followed you out of the hospital. About that night, the shove, the blood, the walk, the cold. About the photo, and how it ruined your lamppost meetings with Yoongi forever. You could tell him about how you found Seoyeon’s picture on Lisa’s laptop, making you fear the worst. 

Or the relentless cyberbullying. Would Wonho understand? You reach up, rubbing your thumb against the Starry Night pendant. Your situation is comically unique – would anyone understand? You’re stronger now, yes, but what does your strength mean if Lisa is gone forever and Yoongi is dating your attacker?

Your phone buzzes. Finally, is it the contract from FYP Entertainment? 

@mrsminnie<3: Guys! I made a poll, vote who u think Yoongi is better with- @seoyeonnielovesbts vs @yourname!

@jjksaysfuck: WHY does @yourname still think she’s relevant? Suga BROKE UP WITH HER lollll her career is #deadinthewater

@captainkookie21: @jjksaysfuck kinda like @yourname soon ;) #SUGA belongs to ARMYs! You’ll see ^-^

@streamDIEnamite03: Ok but like,,,, did anyone see that commercial with @WONHO and @yourname??? That was spicy 0_0

“Y/n?”

“Oh, sorry!” You realize you’ve been silent for several seconds too long. “Yeah. I’m fine. I should’ve known this would happen eventually, just…” You tuck your phone away. Not so soon.

“Dunno what he thinks he’s doing, showing up like this after that PR fiasco,” Wonho says, eyeing the door as though Yoongi is right behind it. “I mean, it looks like the girl wanted to come, Yoongi’s never been one for clubs. But seriously, dating a fan? You’d think he’d know better.”

You freeze. “Right.” You forgot that to the public, you and Yoongi met on the set of Possible. You forgot that you were never an ARMY – Yoongi wouldn’t date a fan.

“She gives me weird vibes, I dunno. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nod. “I just want a few minutes without having to worry.” You’re both still standing awkwardly by the door, and you nod at the couch. “Wanna sit down? We can go back to the dance floor once we’ve caught our breath.”

“Sure. Hey, I never mentioned it earlier and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but that outfit looks really great on you.”

You laugh. Maybe the night doesn’t have to be a waste after all. 

~~~

“Suga-bear~” Seoyeon coos. “Buy me a drink?” “Get your own,” Yoongi growls, tugging his arm out of her grasp. He forgot the group had a VIP room at Club Xyon; what were they doing in it?

Spread around the dancefloor, he sees Jungkook and Jimin having one of their famous dance battles; Taehyung is dancing in the front, vibing with the smitten DJ. Jin and Namjoon are sitting in a booth, surrounded by gorgeous idols.

And Hoseok is with him. Y/n and Wonho are alone.

Seoyeon is still whining. “But Suga, I want you to get it for me!”

Ugh. “Fine, what do you want?”

“Anything. Make it strong.”

Yoongi locks eyes with Hoseok, making sure he knows to keep an eye on Seoyeon, before heading to the bar.

“Suga!” The pretty mixologist grins broadly at his approach. “I’m a big fan! What can I get for you?”

Yoongi nods. “Thanks. Can I get some sparkling water with vodka on the rim and – I don’t know, something strong? Whatever you want to make, but with an extra shot.”

She nods, and sets about making the drinks. As he’s waiting, Yoongi’s phone buzzes with a text:

D-man: eyo Gloss [11:13]

D-man: got some shit for u [11:14]

Yoongi: Please tell me it’s good [11:14]

D-man: u don’t pay me for good u pay me for results [11:15]

D-man: anyway idk about good, but it’s something? [11:15]

D-man: seems weird tho [11:16]

Yoongi: What do you mean? [11:17]

D-man: hang on there’s more [11:17]

D-man: lemme call u soon [11:17]

Yoongi: ???? [11:18]

“Here are your drinks – oh, no charge!” The mixologist says with a wink. “I’m never taking a cent from BTS.”

Yoongi laughs, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Call it a tip, then. I insist.”

Hoseok’s smile is strained as Seoyeon dotes on him. Yoongi wishes he could laugh at his discomfort, but Hoseok is the only one besides him and Y/n that actually knows what the girl is capable of. 

“Here.” He hands Seoyeon the drink and sips from his own sparkling water. He refuses to lose his inhibitions around her.

Wonho and Y/n are alone. What if he hurts her?

Seoyeon takes a big swig. She was already drinking in the car on the way to the club, and Yoongi doesn’t understand why, with so much at stake, she can have fun. 

She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n. She has Lisa. She hurt Y/n.

What he can’t understand is why Detective Kang and the rest of the police department aren’t investigating Seoyeon. Y/n did turn Lisa’s laptop over, right? Seoyeon’s photo was there, open on her desktop. Maybe they knew each other for unrelated reasons? But D would have told him.

Argh. This night wasn’t supposed to be such a mess. And what is Y/n doing?

~~~ 

“You’re kidding!” You snort into your glass of soju, almost spilling the drink down your front. “He said that?”

“Oh yeah. So I was like, dude, I’m not gonna fight you. Right? He was a head shorter than me. He didn’t like that, so he started swinging, but he ended up hitting my buddy–” 

Already buzzed and determined to forget about Yoongi, you laugh harder than you need to. “That’s crazy.”

Your phone buzzes once, twice, three times. Argh. You glance at Wonho, hoping he didn’t notice the notification, but… 

“Go ahead and take it,” Wonho says, ruffling his hair. “You’re hoping it’s the contract, right?”

“Ah – yeah, sorry.” You scroll through your notifications, past more hate messages. There’ve been fewer lately. You suppose you’re becoming old news. Still, some accounts have been more persistent. A text notification catches your eye:

Hi, L/n Y/n. I’m messaging you on behalf of Mr. Park of FYP entertainment. We expect a response to the contract offer by 5:00pm Tuesday.

“What?”

Wonho looks up from his screen. “What’s up?”

“This…” you furrow your brow. “This says I’ve already received the contract. But I’m certain I haven’t!” You reload your email inbox desperately, but nothing changes. Wonho leans closer, until you can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Check your trash folder?” he suggests.

“But I haven’t deleted anything!”

“Just check.”

You sigh and click to view your recently deleted emails. There, staring at you, is an email with the subject line L/n Y/n FYP Ent. Contract of Employment 20xx.

“Oh my gosh, there it is!” You squeal, quickly moving it back to your inbox before tossing your phone aside and throwing your arms around Wonho. “Thank you so much!”

Wonho is quick to hug you back, laughing. “Of course. Glad I could help solve the mystery.”

As you gaze at Wonho, you’re filled with elation. Wonho’s easy. Unproblematic. Kind. “Wanna go back and dance?”

“Your wish, my command,” he replies with a wink. As you stand from the couch, Wonho steals a last glance at his phone- and does a double take. “Yo, what?”

“Wassup?”

“Ah, nothing. Just some stupid gossip about, er, Yoongi’s new girlfriend.”

Something burns in your throat. “Anything interesting?”

“Nah. Some people are saying that ‘cause her dad’s a cop, Yoongi must’ve committed a crime and her dad is letting him off if he dates Seoyeon.” Wonho chuckles. “The things people invent when they’ve got too much time on their hands.”

“What do you mean, her dad is a cop?”

He shrugs. “Detective, I guess. Same difference, and somehow I doubt Yoongi’s a felon. So! Are we gonna go dance?”

Kang Seoyeon.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly breathless. “Let’s dance.”

~~~

“I love this song!” Seoyeon squeals, waving her arms in the air. Yoongi, sipping his sparkling water, is doing his best to ignore her, while Hoseok is amusing himself with Seoyeon’s antics.

Yoongi wishes he could relax and enjoy himself, but with Y/n’s would-be killer and most certainly Lisa’s kidnapper now throwing it back to HyunA, and with D having something for him, Yoongi can’t do anything but stare around tensely. Suddenly, he notices Y/n and Wonho rejoining everyone on the dance floor. They’re laughing shoulder-to-shoulder. He feels a bolt of jealousy strike him like lightning, so fierce that he can barely breathe.

“Suga bear!” Seoyeon shouts, slurring her words slightly. She’s already finished her drink and is halfway through another. “You love me, right?”

Fucking hell. “No,” Yoongi replies, his voice flat. Behind Seoyeon, Yoongi can see Hoseok slap a hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Seoyeon’s eyes fill with tears. “B-but you have to love me! I worked so hard, Suga! I did it all for you! You have to love me!”

Worked so hard? She had stalked him, tried to kill Y/n, and kidnapped Lisa. “Did all what for me?” Yoongi snarls. “You little –”

Bzzt. Bzzt. D is calling him.

Yoongi stares from his phone to Seoyeon to Y/n and Wonho across the dance floor. Shit. “Hoseok, keep an eye on her, okay?”

Hoseok salutes dramatically. “Yessir!”

With that, Yoongi snakes away from the crowd, eventually finding a less populated corner that gives him a perfect view of Y/n and Wonho having a great time. Wait…  is it his imagination, or does Y/n look-

“Gloss! Yo, my guy!”

Yoongi tapped his foot impatiently. “C’mon, what’ve you got?”

“Jeez, gimme a sec! Okay, so. Remember how that photo of you and Y/n was going around?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, so it came from, like, one of the red-haired chick’s backup accounts.”

“D, you fuckin’ told me this shit already, man.”

“I’m getting there! Stardom’s making you annoying, come back to Daegu.”

Yoongi snorts. “Keep talking.”

“So, you asked if Lisa had any side socials that weren’t under her name, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, I did a bit of digging – I charge extra for all the thirst tweets I had to look at, by the way – and I found that the fan account Seoyeon posted on has a very interesting username… one that corresponds pretty damn well to one her mutuals.” D took a deep breath. “Seoyeon’s account was called ‘@capkookies_btsbff’, and her mutual’s account is @captainkookie21. Remember how she kept talking about someone named Cap? Sooo I looked at that account, poking around, yknow? First thing: This was a total BTS fan account till, like, a few months ago. But after that? Gloss, this is some of the worst hate I’ve seen in a hot sec.”

“Whaddya mean, hate?”

“Hate towards your girl, bro! All sorts of bullshit, creepy stuff. Now, the IP address – which I took the liberty of finding, you’re welcome – tells me they’re in Seoul. The more interesting thing is that the address changed, and only a little over a month ago.”

“How can that change? I thought IPs were tied to devices.”

“They totally are! But socials aren’t. So this person was using one device, up until a month ago, and then switched.”

“They got a new phone?”

“Maybe. Or maybe they were trying to hide their location and were forced to use a new device.”

Yoongi’s forehead wrinkled. “Wha…”

He could hear D sigh over the phone. “Dude! Don’t you get it? Before they switched devices, this account was linked to Lisa’s phone!”

Yoongi’s jaw goes slack. That night at Seoyeon’s house… “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.” 

~~~

“W-Where’s Suuuu-ga?” Seoyeon whines, clutching at Hoseok’s arm. She finished the rest of her glass and is now clearly well on her way to drunk.

“He’ll be back soon,” Hoseok replies, trying to blend his movement in with the heavy bass so that he and Seoyeon don’t stand out too much.

“All I did was love him,” Seoyeon says now, her eyes wide and doe-like. 

Hoseok makes a face. “You stalked him.”

Shaking her head vehemently, Seoyeon takes another pull of her drink. “Nuh-uh. I never did.”

Hoseok purses his lips. She’s clearly willing to let slip information, but he doesn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. “You followed him to that hospital, and that lamppost. That’s called stalking.”

“Nooooooo I di-hic-didn’t,” Seoyeon warbles, swaying. Hoseok catches her and props her up, brows knit. Is she okay? Of course, Hoseok was the last to claim a title for holding one’s liquor, but Seoyeon seems insistent on getting wasted.

“I was just –” Seoyeon hiccups and giggles to herself. “Captain’s orders!”

“Orders?” 

“Oops!” Seoyeon claps a hand over her mouth, stumbling backwards and bumping into an actress Heoseok recognizes from his favorite drama. “Nothingggg.”

This could be interesting. Hoseok plucks the glass from her hand, holding it away as she reaches for it. “Ah-ah-ah. I’ll give it back once you tell me what you meant.”

Seoyeon laughs, the sound going from a cute drunk giggle to something more intense, more concerning. “C-caaan’t~ Cap said I had to keep quiet.”

“Just tell me why you said you weren’t stalking Yoongi. You were following him, right? How else could you have found him at the hospital? And that lamppost?”

Seyeon sticks her tongue out. “Not telling!”

Is this really the same girl who shoved Y/n into a river and kidnapped Lisa under everyone’s noses?

Hoseok pauses and thinks. “Yoongi hasn’t kissed you, has he?”

Almost immediately, Seoyeon’s eyes well up with tears once more. “No! He never even touches me!”

“You know, I bet if you told me everything, he’d be really grateful.” Hoseok leans forward conspiratorially, barely able to hear himself over the music and shouts on the dance floor. “I’m sure he’d love you then.”

Seoyeon lets out a squeal that sounds practically inhuman. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Hoseok swallows down his guilt with the reassurance that he’s doing this for Y/n and Yoongi’s sakes. “So what were you doing at the hospital?”

Seoyeon stops and thinks hard, her face serious for the first time all night. “You really think he’ll love me? He won’t be mad?”

“Of course.”

Suddenly, Seoyeon shoots forward and snatches her glass away from Hoseok, downing the rest of the drink before he can blink. “I just wanted to be with him,” she says, wiping a droplet from her lips. “But I wasn’t following him. Cap said that she was at the hospital.” Seoyeon’s eyes turn dark, furious, the change so severe that Hoseok flinches. “Cap said she wanted to take Suga away from me. So I waited outside the hospital with my friends. Suga doesn’t belong to her!” Placing her glass on a nearby table, Seoyeon tugs at Hoseok’s sleeve desperately. “He belongs to me! To us, to ARMYs!”

 Goosebumps erupt along Hoseok’s arms. Fans like this have always terrified him. To claim ownership of a person just because they were an idol… “And the lamppost? You didn’t follow Y/n, did you?”

Seoyeon blinks heavily. “I didn’t seeeee her after she fell into the river. Cap just told me where to go, and when I saw them hugging, I wanted to kill Y/n.” She smiles sweetly as though her words were nothing but innocent. 

Hoseok can feel his stomach roil. “Why did you do all this?”

“Duh!” Seoyeon sweeps her arm around, gesturing at the club. “Cap’s friends with BTS! I was promised that Cap could set me up with Suga. And – hic – it worked.”

“We’re not friends. What?” Is this person someone the group knows? But Hoseok can’t think of many people the members of Bangtan are all friends with, except Y/n. No, surely…? She wouldn’t do that to herself.

It’s getting her a lot of publicity, a tiny voice in Hoseok’s head reminds him.

“W-What do you mean?” Seoyeon asks, a pout forming on her lips. “‘Course you are. After all, she has a video of Jimin saying her name.”

Hoseok’s heart is hammering in his chest. Y/n does love to tease Jimin. “At a fansign?” It would make sense, at least.

“Noooo~” Seoyeon says in a slurred singsong voice. “In your apartment.” She giggles, covering her mouth. “I recognized it from your lives!”

Hoseok’s own mouth goes dry. Had Y/n been manipulating his friend this whole time? “Oh.”

[tulaladd]

世界最遅tulaladd2020best DL list

年間ベストを始めて以来、初の事態。

なんと9か月遅れのポスト。あと3か月で次の年ベスの発表時期じゃないですか…唯一にして最大の理由が、もちろんあるにはある。

暗夜行路のような唄声が車内から眺める某庁舎前の雪景色と甘酸っぱい感情を喚起させるRY Xや、このリストには登場しない自分用に作ったプレイリスト（日本語ラップ編、シティーポップ編）をひとりで何度も諳んじては胸を焦がした。それらの音楽が本来持つ資質にプラスして思い出補正でランクインした作品がいくつかある（最たるものがサントラ部門かな）。そんな変化があった2020年でした。

それを除けば、音楽ライフは基本的に前年を踏襲。つまり引き続きapple music依存型で、DIG活動もほほ休止（荷物の山に埋もれたタンテをセッティングし直せるまともな精神状態じゃなかった…）。落第生の体たらくをここ何年も続けてるわけです。とはいえ昨年と比べれば、リスト入り作品の数が格段に増えた＝それなりに楽しい音楽生活が営めていたのも事実。その充実を支えたものがアルゴリズムって点がものすごく納得はいかないけれど。（毎年書いてるけど、手当たり次第サブスクを横断する中で「もう一度聴きたい」と思えたものが以下のDLリスト。感覚的には昨年より緩い5枚に1枚。それでも昨年比3倍の約250枚！）

いつまで延命できるか分からないローカルラジオを継続できたのもラッキーだった。相変わらずみんなとあーだこーだ言いながらいろんな曲を聴く時間が音楽ライフを豊かにしてくれました。感謝。過去最高に音楽への熱が薄いテキストになっちゃうけど、9か月遅れだと致し方なしか。

三ツ星評価のうち、エル・ミシェルズ・アフェアのシングルはラジオの一戸くんレコメン、今年も熱量が持続しているサウスロンドン・ジャズ・シーンのマンスール・ブラウンEPはおなじみWOZNIAK星くんのオススメ、ほかにも人から教わってお気に入りになった作品が少なくないのは、サブスクじゃ届かないリアルの強みが感じられて、そこだけは希望があるのかな。

特筆するとすれば、Bartosz KruczynskiのEARTH TRAX以来追い続けてきたリズムセクション・インターナショナルが、旬のサウスロンドン・シーンと地下ハウス/テクノ・シーンのメルティング・ポットだったことが分かって興味が再燃させられた個人的な事件。そのセンセーションのグラウンド・ゼロにあたるTHE COLOURS THAT RISEの発見が今年No.1の成果かな。

唯一職場で音楽談義ができるために相互レコメンに特化したLINEを展開中のT氏に教えられたエディ・チャコンのアルバム、そのエディの復活劇を手掛け、若林恵さん経由でずっぽりハマったソランジュ『A Seat At The Table』の禅的ミニマリズのデザイナーでもあることが事後に発覚したジョン・キャロル・カービーの2人は、今年ならではの幸福��時間の中で何度も繰り返し聴いた一生の思い出確定盤。ジョンなんか3カテゴリーに分かれてのランクインだもんな。　

さて2021年。あと3か月しかない。今年はやる？やらない？いろいろ越えるべきものが多くすぎてそれ以前の問題かもしれないなけど。

【TECHNO / HOUSE / (NU)DISCO / ELECTRONICS】 ★★★THE COLOURS THAT RISE / Grey Doubt ★★THE COLOURS THAT RISE / 2020 EP（2017） ★★THEO PARRISH / Wuddaji ★★Machinedrum / A View of U ★Kuniyuki Takahashi / Flying Music EP ★Oneohtrix Point Never / Magic Oneohtrix Point Never ★VLADISLAV DELAY / Rakka ★LUKE SLATER / berghain fünfzehn ★Jayda G / Both of Us / Are U Down EP ★TSHA / Flowers EP ★DISCLOSURE / Energy ★DARKSTAR / Civic Jams ★Chari Chari / We Hear the Last Decades Dreaming ★HUNEE / Boiler Room : an hour with HUNEE（DJ Mix） ★Autechre / SIGN Arca / @@@@@ BURIAL / Chemz FOUR TET / Sixteen Oceans JAMES BLAKE / Before EP GLOBAL COMMUNICATION / Transmissions Sampler JOHN FRUSCIANTE / Maya TRICKFINGER / She Smiles Because She Presses the Button EP TRICKFINGER / Look Down, See Us EP 60 Miles / Swamp 2 Sea EP EARTH TRAX / LP1 EARTH TRAX / LP2 BIG YAWN / No! HIATT dB / Palimpsest EP GL / You Read My Mind DJ SOFA / Elsewhere Junior I - a Collection of Cosmic Children’s Song Mr President / One Night feat.Celia Kameni & Cindy Pooch J.A.K.A.M. / ASTRAL DUB WORX Inner Science / Made パソコン音楽クラブ / Ambience EP LOCUSSOLUS / Locussolus（Expanded） Various Artists / South DAN KYE / Small Moments OFF THE MEDS / Off The Meds BASSO / Proper Sunburn - Forgotten Sunscreen Applied By Basso（2019） Copenema / Dexia a Musica Tocar（2019） Seahawks / Eyes of the Moon（2019） Jayda G / Significant Changes（2019） MMM / Que Barbaro（2013）

【HIPHOP / R&B / BEATS / FUNK】 ★★★EDDIE CHACON / Outside（Laraaji Remix） ★★EDDIE CHACON / Pleasure, Joy and Happiness ★★Lil Narnia / Pain Extract ★★VHOOR / Baile & Sauce ★AG CLUB / Halfway Off the Porch ★MAC MILLER / Circles ★THUNDRCAT / It Is What It Is ★WILMA ARCHER / A Western Circular ★OXP, ONRA & POMRAD / Swing Convention ★DJ KRUSH / TRICKSTER ★BENEDEK / Bene’s World（2017） JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / High feat.Eddie Chacon & Nailah Hunter THE WEEKND / After Hours DRAKE / Dark Lane Demo Tapes POP SMOKE / Shoot for the Stars Aim for the Moon IVAN AVE / DOUBLE GOODBYES MOSES SUMNEY / græ PETER COTTON TALE / CATCH NNAMDI / BRAT Yves Tumor / Heaven Ta a Toutured Mind Teebs / Ardour（10th Anniversary Edition） Wajatta / Don’t Let Get You Down Lapalux / Esrevoinma EP Kutmah / New Appliance THE HELIOCENTRICS / Telemetric Sounds VULFPECK / The Joy of Music, The Job of   Real Estate JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Lazzara（2019） Various Artists / Kutmah presents : Sketchbook Radio Archives, Vol.1（2018） Invisibl Skratch Piklz / The 13th Foor（2016） D-STYLES / Phantazagorea（2002）

【JAZZ（the New Chapter） / WORLD】 ★★★MANSUR BROWN / Tesuto ★★★JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / My Garden ★★KAMASI WASHINGTON / Harmony of Difference EP（2017） ★JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Love Theme ★MANSUR BROWN / Shiroi ★JEFF PARKER / Suite for Max Brown ★CHICAGO UNDERGROUND QUARTET / Good Days ★TOM MISCH & YUSSEF DAYES / What Kinda Music ★KAMAAL WILLIAMS / Wu Hen ★ROB MAZUREK & EXPLODING STAR ORCHESTRA / Dimentional Stardust: ★ORLANDO LE FLEMING / Romantic Funk : The Unfamiliar ★SAM WILKES / WILKES（2019） ★YUSSEF KAMAAL / Black Focus（2016） ★ZSOFIA BOROS / Local Objects（2016） JYOTI & GEORGIA ANNE MULDROW / Mama, You Can Bet! BUTCHER BROWN / #KingButch BRAXTON COOK / Fire Sign PAT METHENY / From This Place Fabiano do Nascimento / Preludio SAM GENDEL / Satin Doll SAM GENDEL / Pass If Music（2018） SAM WILKES / Live on the Green（2019） BRANDON COLEMAN / Resistance（2018） KIEFER / Superbloom（2019） 鈴木良雄 / モーニング・ピクチャー（1984） 鈴木良雄 / ウイングス（1987） JOHN EBERSON, BJ0RNAR ANDRESEN, PAAL NILSSEN-LOVE / Mind the Gap（2001）

【（INDIE）ROCK / （INDIE） POP / SSW】 ★★★EL MICHELS AFFAIR / Reasons feat.Bobby Oroza ★★EL MICHELS AFFAIR / Adult Themes ★★THE FLAMING LIPS / American Head ★★SUFJAN STEVENS / The Ascension ★★FLEET FOXES / Shore ★★COLDPLAY / Everyday Life（2019） ★★RY X / Unfurl（2019） ★★THE WAR ON DRUGS / Lost in the Dream（2014） ★PHOEBE BRIDGERS / Copycat Killer feat. ROB MOOSE - EP ★Mk.gee / A Museum of Contradiction ★PEEL DREAM MAGAZINE / Agitprop Alterna ★BLAKE MILLS / Mutable Set ★THE STROKES / The New Abnormal ★CHS / Jungle Sauna（2019） ★KINDNESS / Something Like A War（2019） ★〝Blue〟Gene Tyranny & Peter Gordon / Trust In Rock（2019） ★STATE RIVER WIDENING / Early Music（2003） BIBIO / Sleep On The Wing Jonsi / Shiver JEFF TWEEDY / Love Is The King REAL ESTATE / The Main Thing ANIMAL COLLECTIVE / Bridge to Quite LITTLE DRAGON / New Me . Same us JAGA JAZZIST / Pyramid TAME IMPAlA  / The Slow Rush TRAVIS / 10 Songs SORRY / 925 JOSEPH OF MERCURY / WAVE Ⅱ Khruangbin / Mordechai Various Artists / Hiding From the Landlord HOWLING / Colure DEVENDRA BANHART / Ma（2019） LANA DEL REY / Norman Fucking Rockwell（2019） DAVE GROHL / Play（2018） CRITERIA / En Garde（2003）

【PUNK / HEAVEY / EXTREAM】 ★★envy / The Fallen Crimson ★★lang / There is no reply, but sweet wind blew（2018） ★envy / LAST WISH（Live at Liquidroom Tokyo） ★SLIFT / UMMON ★HORSE LORDS / The Common Task ★coriky / coriky ★Sans Visage, Look at moment / Split Single ★Sans Visage / moments（2017） ★LIGHTNING BOIL / Sonic Citadel（2019） ★Harvey Milk / Courtesy and Good Will Toward Men（2006） DEFTONES / Ohms Converge / Endless Arrow JESU / Terminus JESU / Never JESU / Ascension（Delux） KRUELTY / A Dying Truth XIBALBA / Anos En Infierno Various Artists / Speedy Wunderground Year 4（2019） RUSSIAN CIRCLE / Russian Circle Audiotree Far Out（2019） EARTH / Live at Third Man Records（2017） THE ARMED / Only Love（2018） THE ARMED / Untitled（2015）

【AMBIENT / NEW AGE / DRONE / MINIMAL MUSIC / EXPERIMENTAL】 ★★JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Conflict ★★Dukes of Chutney / Hazel  ★HEATHERED PEARLS / Cast ★SAM PREKOP / Comma BING & RUTH / Species FRANKIE REYES / Originalitos IAN WILLIAM CRAIG / Red Sun Through Smoke WINDY & CARL / Allegiance and Conviction JONNY NASH & SUZANNE KRAFT / A Heart So White JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Tuscany（2019） JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Meditation In Music（2018） JOHN CARROLL KIRBY / Travel（2017） ALEXANDER RISHAUG / Shadow of Events（2011） 【CLASSIC / OST】 ★LUDWIG GORANSSON / Tenet OST ★JOHN WILLIAMS / Double Trouble ※from OST of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban（2004） DUSTIN O'HALLORAN / Ammonite OST KAMASI WASHINGTON / Becoming（Music from the Netflix Original Documentary） DUSTIN O'HALLORAN / Lumiere（2011） BETH GIBBONS, The Polish National Radio Symphony Orchestra & Krzysztof Penderecki / Henryk Gorecki: Symphony No.3（2019） ANTONI WIT, Polish National Radio Symphony Orchestra(Katowice) & Polish Choir of Krakow / Henryk Gorecki: Symphony No.2（2001） ZSOFIA BOROS / Local Objects（2016） 【DOMESTIC（without HIPHOP）】 ★★★METAFIVE / 環境と心理 ★★GEZAN / 狂（KLUE） ★★downy / 第七作品集「無題」 ★★岡村靖幸 / 操 ★★崎山蒼志 / ソフト　※FEVER LIVE ver. on YouTube ★★SILENT POETS / dawn（2018） ★WOZNIAK / Vegetable Home Run ★Ai Aso / The Faintest Hint ★jan and naomi / YES ★mei ehara / Ampersands ★ディーン・フジオカ / Neo Dimension ★LUNA SEA / Make a vow ★坂本慎太郎 / 好きっていう気持ち / おぼろげナイトクラブ ★Cuushe / Waken ★sassya- / 脊髄（2019） ★小袋成彬 / Piercing（2019） ★She Her Her Hers / stereochrome（2014） WOZNIAK / Lost WOZNIAK / Double Face mouse on the keys / Arche 5kai / Untitled #2 KAN SANO / Susanna Ovall / Ovall（2019） mabanua / Blurred（2018） D.A.N. / Aechma ふさえ / そのまま 相馬智行 & 鳴海徹朗 / 春の闇 jan and naomi / Neutrino 王舟 / Pulchra Ondo 春ねむり / LOVETHEISM 井出健介と母船 / Contact From Exne Kedy And The Poltergeists（エクスネ・ケディと騒がしい幽霊からのコンタクト） 吉田一郎不可触世界 / えぴせし 岡田拓郎 / Morning Sun blgtz / Feature EP Coff / Tiny Music（2019） 【DOMESTIC（HIPHOP）】 ★★DJ CHARI & DJ TATSUKI / GOLDEN ROUTE ★★Weny Dacillo / Hapitable Hotel ★Hideyoshi / Dead End Adventure ★GG UJIHARA / WEAKNESS EP（2018） ★DJ CHARI & DJ TATSUKI / Time feat.Yo-Sea & KEIJU（2019） ★GG UJIHARA / WEAKNESS EP（2018） KOHH / worst KEIJU / T.A.T.O. Sauce81 / S8100 MARTER / Weltraumasthetik 2020 Normcore Boyz / MEDIAGE なみちえ / 毎日来日 徳利 / REVOLUTION starscream & Page Hiiragi / Ghost(s) DJ CHARI / GAME（2019） YOUNG HASTLE & GG UJIHARA / YOUNG UJIHARA EP（2019） Weny Dacillo / AMPM EP（2017）

[ourladyofomega]

Summer of 2006. I waited to take the trip to Philadelphia for a month to see Sleater-Kinney since my former ‘friend’ and fellow DJ D-Klein offered tickets for people to go with him. We had no idea who else would be playing up until then. With us was Elizabeth, D-Klein’’s friend and a huge Sleater-Kinney fan. And off we went to Philadelphia in a sweltering partly cloudy 95* day.

We travel through Coney Island when out of nowhere D-Klein and Elizabeth decide to stop at Astroland to ride the Cyclone. It put the trip on pause like a video game to take a spontaneous time out. But they enjoyed themselves, and why not? I wasn’t going to keep them.

We then drive through the Verrazano Bridge, then Staten Island and through New Jersey. I see all the industrial areas, petrol-storage facilities, the many rest stops, restaurants, and Sunocos lining the New Jersey Turnpike. Last time I checked, the Sunocos averaged no more than $3.05 a gallon. The music played nothing but, you guessed it, Sleater-Kinney, a taste to what to expect. So Olympian, so Kill Rock Stars. Also on the player was D-Klein spinning almost the ntire X-Ray Spex CD as well. We finally arrive in the Philadelphia outskirts at around 6:30 PM and shortly thereafter we cut through Chinatown. I didn’t know Philadelphia even had a Chinatown, but the three of us riding around assumed this was where we would go for some sushi.

Eventually we drive past the venue and see the young Philadelphia hipsters do nothing but stand in line waiting for the show to start and others walking the Philly streets towards the venue as well. We park in front of the bistros and tables and chairs set up on the sidewalks of Philly. At this point we still had no idea who else was playing other than Sleater-Kinney.

We choose Swanky Bubbles, a champagne and sushi bar. For a small eatery it was pretty neat with well-lit ambience and matching low-volume music to go with it. Me, D-Klein, and Elizabeth sit down and talk about the difference between the Philadelphia and Long Island punk scenes, some college student economics, party appearances, and other fine places to eat over our sushi dinner. We order between us wasabi mashed potatoes, a lychee drink, six spears of buttered asparagus salted with parmesan cheese, and sushi rolls such as California, Tuna, Philly, Spider Leg, Time Bomb, and Double Dragon (wasn’t that a video game?); and for dessert, a crispy Thailand banana split. $110.00 was the bill. Sold.

We walk back to the venue and the valet parking guy allowed us to park right in front of the entrance. It was now Club Polaris, formerly the Starlight Ballroom. We get there and find people with extra tickets to give away or sell. In the meantime, we hang out with the organizer of the venue. D-Klein was talking to him about the past shows of yester-years and decades ago. The promoter informs us that Clear Channel was trying to buy out both their venue and Philly scene. It’s depressing to think that Clear Channel would buy out the punk, indie-rock, and hardcore kids and tell them to fuck off so that Clear Channel can put their clean, polished, packaged industry acts in there, with no other outlets for these kids to go who call the streets their own. How we thought that pretty soon, the scene could implode with nowhere to go and be swallowed up into nothing. Where else would we go but further down?

It was when we stand in front of the Polaris waiting to get in that we heard music from inside the venue. We all finally find out to our surprise from the organizer the band was sharing the bill with Sleater-Kinney:

…The Roger Sisters.

Me and D-Klein were floored and it was then we knew that a great show was already going to become even greater.

We go in and this truly was the scene the magazines always talked about. Guys dressing hardcore, some moppy, some Napolean Dynamite cartoonish, and some slim t-shirts. The girls were pretty cute as well with their art-school haircuts, skirts, funny tees, piercings, and either Olympia-type or Williamsburg-type super-feminist style. Imagine makeoutclub ever having a meeting center.

Polaris was dark and crowded. All around us were many bars to get beer. There were many booths where kids sat around and mostly in groups drinking beers and water. (Remember, this was during a heat-wave. The Eastern board was hit with 90 degree-plus weather with lots of humidity). Some were quiet, arms crossed and minding their own. Others were very delighted to see each other and were greeted with hugs and kisses. We witnessed a couple of lesbians making out as well. And you had to give it to one fan who came to the show in a wheelchair.

The ballroom, as expected, was huge with lots of standing space. When the three of us got there, the front of the standing room was taken up but we managed to make our way about ten feet from the speakers, with a very lucky few who took a spot standing right under the vent. We had a good view to see the Rogers Sisters perform. Miyuki Furtado (bass / vocals) dedicated a song to Spiro Agnew, but took it back and later dedicated it to Condoleezza Rice. Jennifer Rogers (vocals / guitar) applied her lip gloss to prepare for the end of their set. Miyuki whipped himself around in a frenzy, performing sonic guitar tricks and creating feedback for all of us. We literally see the sweat and mist come off of his forehead. Laura Rogers (drums / vocals) whipped herself into a frenzy, too. The set lasted only 45 minutes but it was a good set. As we didn’t even know that the Rogers Sisters would play, it was no loss and all gain. Everyone wins.

The three of us hit the merchandise tables. I score Sleater-Kinney’s self-titled CD for $15.00 and I wanted to get some Rogers Sisters stuff but no one was at the tables yet. We sit around taking in all this humidity and heat observing the scene for a little bit more before we hit the merch- tables again where Miyuki and Laura finally set shop. A d.i.y. ethic. For $7.00 I grabbed three 7” singles from the Sisters who came off as very nice and gracious people. Elizabeth scores a Roger Sisters CD and matching Sleater-Kinney tees for her and her friend.

What hooked me to the Rogers Sisters was that I discovered them on WUSB’s Riot Grrrl Plus show in Summer 2003 and happened to record “I’m A Ballerina” on tape. And every chance I had I aimed to play them on the air. Why not? I figured people can be art-smart from getting into them. Bonus.

Sleater-Kinney finally came to play for a good 90 minutes. I believe D-Klein’s life has now culminated into this one night: he’s a huge fan who never had failed to play them on his show on a consistent basis (and he’s known to do that with Sonic Youth as well). Without him he wouldn’t have made this attempt to see them one last time.

One last time? Yes, Sleater-Kinney would finally call it quits after eleven years of making Kill Rock Stars a lot of money. This was their last tour and The Woods was their final record. They had to go out with style big time.

They came on and it was deafening. These ladies knew how to rock. Listen to the way they sound as theirs was rivaled by no other. Mid-set, Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker faced off and play their guitars towards each other and it was amazing. I was taken over. For 90 minutes I was trying to follow and absorb everything that Sleater-Kinney performed. Janet throws drumsticks and Carrie shakes out water bottles at the crowd to cool themdown. Fans screamed for them to keep going, not to go. They really loved this band that truly represented the indie-rock crowd and grrrls / femmes in general. One guy even ran on stage and urged the crowd to get ready to catch him up as he was about to stage-dive. He jumps off and instead lands on his feet. Sorry, Charlie. It’s not how it goes here at a Sleater-Kinney show.

After a while, they walk off-stage and fans just did not want to get it, so they stand there cheering and clapping heavily for five minutes more. And yes, they came back to play a few more songs, some off of The Woods. And that’s all she wrote in Philadelphia. An extended ovation as one-by-one Sleater-Kinney walks off-stage and acknowledge their fans with handshakes and smiles.

I don’t know about D-Klein or Elizabeth, but my head was about to explode. Throbbing. My entire body dripping of sweat, my shirt damp from the humidity. We leave Polaris and start driving home, a very exhausting three-hour drive compounded by listening to more Sleater-Kinney, X-Ray Spex and now The Rogers Sisters, taking home a still-pounding headache and wonderful memories from the last day of July that year.

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Beepr Goes To Shows: Governor’s Ball 2021.

In this first installment of Beepr Goes To Shows, I spent all 3-days at this years Governor’s Ball to give you crowd coverage you deserve and concert recaps/reviews you want. Stay tuned for more show write-ups and other updates!

Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist

What happens when you put two legends on the same stage? You get one hell of a fucking show. Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist were on another level that Friday afternoon, delivering classics from Madlib collaborative albums (Crime Pays, Fake Names, Palm Olive, Thuggin), recent singles from Freddie (Big Boss Rabbit, Gang Signs), and all your favorite offerings from Alfredo (Baby $Hit, Scottie Beam, Something To Rap About). The braggadocious swagger Freddie brings to the stage is tempered by Alchemist’s suave production and generally reserved demeanor, making them a very balanced performance. Despite being an acclaimed producer, you get the sense that The Alchemist is there to support Freddie rather than make the performance about himself. Freddie’s natural humor shines through in between songs, cracking jokes while taking tokes and hitting a bottle of Hennessy. Chants of ���Fuck police,” cheers for the Alchemist, and concert-goers belting choruses created a deafening atmosphere, rivaling some sold out indoor venues I’ve visited. To call Freddie a cult artist would be disrespectful of all the mainstream achievements (Grammy nominations, cracking Billboard Top 25s, etc), and yet for some reason, he remains on the fringes of superstardom. Part of what people love about Freddie Gibbs is his larger than life personality, as he has an authenticity about him that’s naturally charismatic. If there’s anything I can be certain about after that set, it’s that Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist have undeniable chemistry and I hope they have more on the way.

Phoebe Bridgers

In January of 2018, a report from Nielsen Music identified that rap had surpassed rock in terms of overall music consumption. But Phoebe Bridgers will not allow her genre to go quietly into the night. She very well may be the next iteration of a rockstar. From her band all being in uniform, to the stage production, and most importantly, her diehard fans: Phoebe Bridgers is killing it in all aspects of the game. Apparently, I had been living under rock for quite some time as I only did a deep dive into her music when I saw her on the Governor’s Ball lineup announcement. How foolish was I? Phoebe has an incredible catalogue despite being only 27 (bolstered by her work with groups like Boygenius and Better Oblivion Community Center). Songs like Motion Sickness, Garden Song, and ICU feel more like Phoebe hosting a singalong, as the entire crowd is belting back each and every lyric at the top of their lungs with emphatic energy. Tracks like Kyoto also fall into that category, but there’s an immense rush of excitement as the brilliance of Bridger’s music blares through over the speakers for the chorus. Ballads like I Know The End are blissful moments of serenity, as I found myself swaying with my eyes closed in my little spot in the crowd. Her nonchalance in between songs is intoxicating, as it’s a beautiful contrast to her immensely emotive and personal performance. It’s so endearing to see past what’s on the outside and find an individual who profoundly cares about their work. What perhaps is most endearing about Phoebe’s performance is how she’s unabashedly herself: quips like “Fuck nihilism, too” are interjected in between songs, her outfit a glamorized rendition of the classic skeleton t-shirts. While I might have been late to the party in terms of the Phoebe Bridgers hype train, you can bet I’m going to be early to every one of her shows from here on out.  

A$AP Rocky

As Saturday night of Governor’s Ball was drawing near to an end, there were millions of individual conversations buzzing around in the crowd. But almost all of them were centered around one question: When will A$AP Rocky start? At 9:12pm EST, our question was answered, with a bang. Crowd surfing around in an inflatable car, bullhorn in hand, Rocky showed off some new sounds as unreleased tracks (Grim Freestyle amongst the slew of unreleased tracks) boomed over speakers. Mosh pits opened up left and right as the concert slowly evolved into a beautiful, New York block party-esque chaos. Hearing recent work like his features on Slowthai’s MAZZA and Famous Dex’s PICK IT UP were unexpected yet gratifying moments. But what really amplified the crowd was hearing some of the “older” radio hits. I can’t remember a time in recent memory when I’ve been as excited as when the first synths on LPFJ2 and Telephone Calls hit. Classics like Praise Da Lord and Yamborghini High ensured that there were no lapses in energy or excitement. Babushka Boi set the crowd ablaze, as the off-key notes intermingled in the beat acted as cues for the rowdy meter to kick it up a notch. Rocky even gave up some of his set to ensure the rest of the Mob was represented, as he had the DJ play Plane Jane by A$AP Ferg. The softer side of Rocky’s discography was met with equal anticipation as Sundress and A$AP Forever were met with exuberant cheers. Fully embracing his trippy side, after asking us if we liked hallucinogens, Rocky performed L$D to a roaring crowd (he also teased us with the unreleased Mushroom Clouds after asking us if we fucked with mushrooms too). During what felt like a showcase of the Harlem rappers’ ability to generate raucous ovation, the time had the crew informed Rocky his set had to be wrapped up. An earnest plea to keep it going was made, begging to at least get off Peso, but the euphoria was always going to be finite. It’s safe to say, anyone saying Rocky fell off is full of it.

Burna Boy

From start to finish, Burna Boy kept it hot. Bringing plenty of Nigerian flair to the CitiField air, I can safely say that Burna Boy’s set was one of the most enjoyable of the weekend. Even before he appeared, loud chants imploring him to take the stage could be heard ringing throughout the grounds. As his band and mom (who doubles as his manager) patiently waited, you could see them grinning and laughing as they knew we were in for a great show. Burna Boy then graced the stage and we were transported to another world, filled with laid back vibes, political protest, and triumph. Opening up with Gbona, it was apparent that the entire show was going to be electric. Hitting dance moves, grinning from ear to ear, it was obvious that Burna Boy planned on making a stellar first impression at the Governor’s Ball (he also earned major New York brownie points by giving us an animated performance of his velvety feature on Enjoy Yourself by Pop Smoke). Hearing some of my favorite songs live cemented them even further in the favorites category, as his performance adds another level of fun and personality. Collateral Damage, a beautifully subverted political protest anthem, felt truly harmonious as the entire crowd chanted the chorus with their fists in the air. As much as I love my AirPods, the heartfelt energy of both the crowd and Burna Boy I felt in the crowd during Anybody and Dangote could never be matched by speakers. Even the less upbeat songs (such as Wetin Man Go Do) he performed were met with incredibly cheerful reactions as. Live riffs from the band during some of his most popular singles added great spice for those who are familiar but equally exciting for new listeners. It’s apparent that there’s a great sense of camaraderie amongst the whole crew, that their main goal is to put on a memorable and joyous show. I can only hope that Burna Boy and the band make trips to the states more frequently.

Ellie Goulding

Have you ever felt the urge to forget everything that’s worrying you and just live in the here and now? Then you should go to as many Ellie Goulding shows as humanly possible. There’s a good chance you’re already familiar with some of her work (I’ll get to that in a bit), but it’s an entirely other thing to see her bring them to life. Hidden under the surface of a soft-spoken, singer-songwriter is a powerhouse performer, ready to give the show and attendees her everything. Watching her confidence grow during the set, seeing her come out of a shell that had likely developed as a result of not touring, was a beautiful sight to behold. In between comments about how grateful she was to be performing, quips about her outfit, you really got to watch her conviction begin to grow and take root. Anthemic at every instance, the crowd was equally ready to return the same energy Goulding graced us with. The only thing that was all over the place about her refined and poised performance was the eclectic mix of work she pulled from. From Lights (and yes, if you’re curious, that shit slapped) all the way up to her latest album, Brightest Blue, we got treated to the Ellie Goulding evolution set. Intermingling a solid slate of collaborations like Diplo’s Close To Me (I don’t know if I’ve ever sung along as fervently as I did for that one), Calvin Harris’ I Need Your Love (okay, I lied, this is the one where I lost my voice), and Major Lazer’s Powerful, there was a reference point regarding how they discovered Goulding for everyone in the audience. Hearing oldies like Aftertaste, Anything Could Happen, and Only You instantly transported me to simpler times, back when bills and deadlines seemed like an abstract concept. In another edition of music star leads a sing-a-long, the crowd could have taken over for Lights and Love Me Like You Do. Thankfully, we got to hear Ellie too. It’s a magical moment when a few hundred (maybe a full thousand) are all united by one common goal: to embrace the present and shower the performer with adoration in the form of knowing every lyric. Harmony amongst total strangers, tied together through a common love of music. Ellie Goulding gave us more than one of the best sets from the weekend, she gave us a sense of unity and togetherness unlike any other I’ve experienced.

Post Malone

When you find a superstar, with millions of fans and millions in the bank, that you feel like you can still crack open a crispy Bud Light, you’ve found something special. And we all know that Post Malone loves a cold one. The final chapter of Governor’s Ball 2021 ended with Post Malone’s Sunday night set, a perfect way to wind down the weekend. Opening up the set with an inquisitive “Hello?” to test out the mic, this show was one of the most authentic and down-to-earth concerts I’ve been to in quite some time. It almost feels like you’re just hanging out hearing some song ideas from your friend Austin Post, wearing some regular denim shorts and a “Where’s Waldo” style striped shirt, until the audible roars from the crowd of “Posty” remind you you’re at a headliner. Arguably the most larger-than-life aspect of Post’s set was his entrance on the stage, via a smoke-cloud suspended platform adorned with metal chains. With a healthy mix of beerbongs & bentley’s, Hollywood’s Bleeding, recent singles and old hits, Post Malone was showing us all of his repertoire. Chugging beers at the request of the crowd, checking in with all of us in between songs, calling for celebration and happiness, Post goes to great lengths to ensure that the crowd is with it and that everyone is having a good time. Tracks like Psycho were somehow both relaxing and energizing at the same time, as the chorus transformed the venue into an incredible echo-chamber. We also got to see how many friends Post has, as we got guest appearances from Young Thug (performing Goodbyes), Roddy Rich (gracing us with Every Season and The Box), and 21 Savage (to perform Rockstar, which Post Malone did his best to embody all night). With each feature, the crowd seemed to kick into another fear of excitement, but that’s not to say people didn’t lose it for some of Post’s solo work. Stay, which Post performed seated strumming an acoustic guitar, was as heartfelt as it could get in its stripped down state. Despite previously admitting to not being able to sing without autotune, you could see how much he cared about capping off the weekend right while performing that song (without autotune in an effort to be as real as possible). White Iverson and Congratulations were both barn-burners, as the whole festival grounds were chanting lyrics and bouncing along. After a very long weekend of raging and raving, Post Malone’s set managed to run through the whole gambit of festival emotions: joy, excitement, surprise, and relief. It’d be disingenuous to say anything other than Austin Post has mastered the art of headlining.