#not me saying this right after scream singing stand tall

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Totally not requested Hazbin Hotel piece…BRO IM OBSESSED. Just something cute and cheesy about your first day at the hotel and how you’re greeted by each resident/staff. Any Hazbin requests, send em my way!

New Arrival!!! 🏩

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Obvi Charlie is the one who found you and told you all about her hotel, dragging you along “just for a tour” she says in a sweet voice. And you follow along (whether you really want to or not) bc she’s just so kind and energetic and she’s the first caring person you’ve met since you landed in hell. You can’t break her heart after your first meeting :(

Once at the hotel, she’s practically screaming from excitement.

“WE HAVE A NEW ARRIVAL!!! NEEWWW ARRIVAALLLLL~” she sings with her angelic voice, making you crack a small smile at first until it hits you-

“Whoa whoa, wait! I never said I’m staying, you said it’s just a tour!” She pretty much ignores the annoyed look on your face, smiling brightly at you still as she holds her hand out for you.

“By the time I’m through with you, you’ll never want to leave!” Her smile faltered a little. “Well, it’s your choice, I’m not gonna force you. I just have a feeling you’re really gonna like it here.”

At that, your smile grows a bit and you take her hand as she begins showing you around.

It’s very flattering that not only has she offered you her friendship before even learning your name, she is also giving you a tour of her hotel and offering you a room, but the best part…

As she guides you around, she’s asking you all sorts of questions about yourself, your past, where you came from and how you’re adjusting to your new life (afterlife?)

As you pass by a tall gentleman with red hair and a huge smile, he greets Charlie as “princess” and you’re like “oh, is that your dad or something?” She she so plainly responds “oh, no. Lucifer is actually.”

And you choke on your spit for a second, pulling your hand away from hers now (holy shit were you holding hands that whole time?)

“Oh shit! I-I’m so sorry. I had no idea you’re the Princess of Hell. Wow! Should I like…bow to you or…?” Charlie lets out a bright giggle, her eyes closing as she holds her stomach.

“No no no! Please, I’m just Charlie, okay?” And now she’s holding your hand again, continuing her tour.

She gradually introduces you to each staff member and resident you guys pass.

By the end of her tour, you’ve forgotten pretty much everyone else’s name besides Charlie’s.

She is standing right in front of you, both of you in the center of the lobby of the hotel. You’re sort of unintentionally tuning her voice out as you watch her talk, taking note of how bright and shiny her fangs are and how cute she looks in a suit like that and how she’s so pure and heroic and gorgeous and funny and generous and-

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Her saying your name snapped you back to reality. “Sorry, yeah. Uh what were you saying?” “What do you think?”

The nervous but excited face she makes as she awaits your reply is the cutest shit omfggggg ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 you take a while to answer just so you can stay this close to her and admire her adorable facial marks and her big eyes.

“I’d love to stay. I’m…not sure if I’m worthy of being redeemed but…I’d like to see more of you- I MEAN what you’re doing here and maybe help out if you need?”

She literally jumps in the air and fist pumps, letting out a loud “WOOHOO!!!” This pulls a soft laugh from your mouth and suddenly as she looks back at you, tears are forming in her eyes and you’re so confused about the sudden mood swing.

“Hey, uh…what’s-“ and before you can finish, she’s hugging you so softly, her eyes closed but her smile never fading.

“I won’t let you down, (Y/N). You’re gonna love it here, I promise.” She pulls back, her hands on your shoulders to keep you close to her as she looks you in the eye. This moment lasts only a few seconds but (both of) you feel your heart jumping in your chest and your mouth go dry.

“Well! Follow me to your room~” She waves a hand at you before turning her back to you and leading the way. As you follow behind her, admiring how her long blonde hair sways with each step, you can feel yourself becoming hot from the nerves, thinking to yourself…

‘Omg…first day down here and I am now living with the princess of hell? I could definitely get used to this.’

Lucifer 🍎🐍

You were actually a good friend of Angel Dust for a while and when he told you all about the new place he was staying, first of all you were happy he was spending less time with Val abd more time with some positive influences, and also you were really interested in Charlie and what she was doing for your fellow sinners.

Eventually, Angel convinces you to come over one day to meet Charlie and maybe possibly talk to her about staying, seeing as you’d like to redeem yourself or at least try.

You’re super nervous, not having many other friends in hell and often staying alone and secure indoors. You’re pretty sheltered now a days…so it’s weird going to meet new people.

Unfortunately, you walked into the Hazbin Hotel with Angel at the worst possible time.

Charlie was ranting and talking to herself, pacing the lobby of the hotel with messy hair and majorly disheveled clothes.

“Uh…what’s up with her?” Angel ask as he points to Charlie, looking over at Vaggie. Vaggie just shakes her head as she approaches Charlie, trying to calm her down.

When Charlie spots you, she smooths her hair back and takes a deep breath, embarrassed that this is your first impression of her.

She introduces herself, a manic look in her eyes still.

“Hi im Charlie! You must be (Y/N)! YAY! Welcome. Sorry, my father will be here soon so…it’s just a little bit on the hectic side today!” Her eye twitches but her smile stays big and shiny.

Holy shit…you’re gonna get to meet the Princess AND the King of Hell in the same day? As if you weren’t already anxious…

You look around to see everyone else cleaning, hanging banners, preparing snacks and you decide to start helping while also very awkwardly trying to introduce yourself and make small talk with everyone else.

“Okay okay OKAY! He’s almost here!” Charlie says looking somewhat excited and nervous at the same time.

You stayed glued to Angel’s side, internally having a panic attack. This day was becoming overwhelming.

Lucifer himself finally walks through the door, immediately focusing on his daughter as well as her three darling pets.

He’s…not at all what you expected but…somehow he’s better? You pictured him being bigger and scarier and in darker clothing but he’s actually….really fucking cute. Like an adorable dorky kind of cute.

You’re just at a loss for words. Watching as he talks to Charlie and argues with Alastor.

Angel gently elbows your arm to get your attention. “You good, hun?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you nod, eyes still fixed on Lucifer.

All you can do is bunch up the fabric from your clothes in your hands tightly, your breathing becoming more rapid as he gives a kind greeting to all of the staff and residents, slowly approaching you.

“And this is (Y/N)! They actually just got here today. I haven’t even had time to show them around yet.” Charlie smiles, looking back and forth between you and her dad.

“Oh, nice to meet you! It’s uh…t-truly an honor, sir. I-I-“ You can’t seem to get another word out once his smile grows, his sharp teeth making an appearance now.

Lucifer took your hand, not really shaking it but just holding it snug in his own.

“Please, please, just call me Lucifer. The pleasure is all mine.”

The eye contact lasts longer than either of you wanted it to. It wasn’t bad, it was just nerve wracking for the both of you. It was only a few seconds of intense staring and soft blushes creeping up before Alastor and Charlie were dragging you two along for a tour.

And commence the hardcore pining for the rest of the day!

As you all stroll from room to room and down long hallways, you two check off every cliche romcom movie moment in the book!

Your hands brush up against each other’s

You keep catching each other staring

You both go to talk at the same time, then both stop, then both giggle and look away and insist the other go first.

At one point, you sort of bump into each other trying to walk through a doorway and then it’s the awkward back and forth of “Sorry, you go ahead.” “Oh no, you first!” “No, no, I insist.” As you’re standing way too close to each other, both stuttering and acting like absolute idiots.

By the end of the hotel tour, your face is redder than Charlie’s suit and our short king has started to break a sweat, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

But you’re both grinning so big, it’s ridiculous

“So, you’re gonna be staying here?” He asks confidently, giving you a charming smile.

“Oh uhm…y-yeah. Sure. If Charlie will have me, that is.” Your reply has Charlie squealing with excitement as Angel watches you and Lucifer interact.

“Magnificent! Good for you. I’ll be seeing you around then, (Y/N).” Lucifer says your name so sweetly it causes you to start blushing all over again.

You’re also blushing bc from behind Lucifer, Angel is winking at you, making kissy faces and humping the air as his way of taunting you and your very obvious crush on the king of hell

Little do you know…he’s got a crush too 🤭

Vaggie ⚔️

Obvi, Charlie introduced you two seeing how Vaggie is Charlie’s right hand man, best friend and protector.

Vaggie is immediately suspicious of you, watching your every move with a tight lined frown on her lips. In her defense, she’s suspicious of every new person she meets.

“This is Vaggie! My best friend and number one supporter here.” Charlie smiles so big it forces her eyes to squint closed. “And thiisssss is (Y/N). Hopefully, maybe…our newest resident?”

The straight faced girl gives you a quick nod followed by a soft “Hey.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you. That’s a cool name, Vaggie. I like it.”

Now she’s feeling a bit less up tight. I mean…You like her name??? That softened her just a tad.

You offer Charlie a small smirk as you shrug. “I dunno. You’re gonna have to give me a tour first, princess.”

And suddenly, Charlie is pulling you along by your wrist, babbling on and on about every detail of the hotel as Vaggie follows behind you two.

You can’t help but keep glancing over at the quiet, long haired girl following you guys. You had hardly even heard her voice yet but there was something about her that made you feel weirdly comfortable and nervous at the same time.

After the tour, Charlie is doing a little happy dance in front of you, eagerly awaiting your reply to her question of whether you’ll stay or not.

You can’t help but laugh at her and how cute and kind she is.

As you open your mouth to give her an answer, your voice seems to give out and you’re totally caught off guard by a soft and slightly low chuckle from beside you.

You look over to see Vaggie now standing closer to you than before and this is the first time you’re seeing her crack a smile.

“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll stay.” You reply, but more so to Vaggie than to Charlie.

“WHOOOO!!!! NEW RESIDENT! We have to celebrate!” Charlie screams out in excitement causing the other residents and staff members to give a little cheer before they all swarmed around the bar, pestering Husk for drinks.

You stayed planted in your spot, still eyeing Vaggie right beside you. You two stand alone, apart from the rest of the group at the bar.

“Welcome aboard, (Y/N). It’ll be nice to have a new face around and…you seem normal enough.” Vaggie finally offers you her hand, a warm smile still on her lips.

You take her hand and give it a gentle shake, your face becoming so hot and flushed that you have to look away and wipe your other hand on your clothes bc it is SWEATY.

“Normal enough?” Your brow raises as you watch her.

“Yeah. We have some odd characters here. You’re probably the most normal one here.” She lets out another soft chuckle, making you tremble a bit. Her voice is just so nice and deep and smooth.

“Oh, heh, right. Well, thanks I guess. This is an incredible opportunity. I can’t believe the princess of hell herself is running a rehabilitation program like this. And, truthfully, I’m just glad to finally have some friends.”

At this point, Vaggie being the smart girl she is can tell that you are nervous. What she doesn’t know is that she is the one making you nervous.

“C’mon, newbie. I’ll introduce you to everyone. But seriously…try to stay away from Nifty.”

“What, why?” You ask as you follow her to the bar.

Before either one of you can speak another word, little Nifty is climbing your body all the way to your face to get a better look at you.

You let out a surprised yelp as she bares her sharp teeth in a creepy smile, giggling manically.

“Oooooh, fresh meat. Hi! I’m Nifty, I clean.” And suddenly, Vaggie is peeling the little demon off you.

You sigh in relief but your breath gets caught in your throat when Vaggie puts an arm around your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. She’s harmless.” Her smile becomes a little softer and a bit sheepish. “For the most part.”

This pulls a soft laugh from both of you and now you’re truly starting to relax.

You spend the night talking with everyone but Vaggie. She’s not much of a talker but OMFG SHE STAYS BESIDE YOU LIKE ALL NIGHT AND WRAPS HER ARM AROUND YOUR SHOULDERS FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE HOURS AND UR PRETTY SURE YOURE IN LOVE

Husk 🃏

Sorry but bro is not gonna introduce himself or even really wanna meet you. Poor guy doesn’t even want to be at the hotel at all so if he doesn’t have to interact with anyone, he won’t.

But he’s leaning his elbows on the bar counter as he watches Charlie go from person to person with you trailing behind her as she introduces you to the staff and residents.

Husk can’t help but scrunch his face and huff in annoyance as he watches the two of you finally approach him.

“Thissss is our lovely bartender, Husk! Husk, this is (Y/N), our newest resident. Isn’t that so exciting!?”

You shoot him a shy smile before waving your hand at him. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

Husk eyes you for a second, not returning the smile as he sits up a bit. “Pleasure…” He mumbles in response before taking another swig from the whiskey bottle in his hand.

Husk watches you sitting at the bar for a while after this, just seeing how you interact with everyone and listening to your stories and watching the way your face looks as you laugh or how you seem to get really focused when listening to another person talk or how you keep looking over at him and giving him a small smile.

Finally, you clear your throat before you speak up. “Uh Husk?” He moves his eyes your way but stays still. “Could I get a drink?”

“What do ya want?”

“Surprise me! Or Whatever is easiest.”

And at that, he pours you a straight shot of whiskey in a glass.

You give him a look before picking up the glass. “Oh, uh, thanks.”

“Hey, you said easiest, not tastiest.” He watches you with a raised brow and when your eyes finally meet his gaze, his face seems to soften a bit at the sweet smile you’re wearing.

“Oh I get it! I don’t think I’d have the patience to be a bartender, especially one in hell. So, thanks.” Your smile remains.

“Why are you so fucking cheery and nice? You messing with me or something?” He watches you with a dumbfounded look on his face then glances over at Alastor before looking back to you with a frown.

Hes genuinely confused tho…like how did a kind hearted little thing like you end up in hell? And why are you being so nice to the drunk, smart ass bartender???

“Oh, I-I….um I don’t know. I’m sorry.” Your smile is gone now but you can see on his face that Husk regrets what he just said.

“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout him, sweetheart! He’s grumpy like this all the time.” Angel chimes in, making Husk roll his eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ll uh…give you some space.” You stand and remove yourself from the bar but before you can get far, Husk’s voice calls out to you.

“Come back…Sit down, kid.” And as you turn to return to your seat at the bar, you hear ice being put in a glass.

“I’ll make you some sweet, fruity crap. Seems like something you’d like.”

He whips up your drink rather fast and slides it over to you, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he watches you take a sip.

You take a drink, about to compliment the tasty beverage but then a loud bang sounds from behind you and everyone goes running off, yelling “NIFTY!!! NIFTY, NOOOO!”

You flinch first then turn and watch with wide eyes as a deep chuckle comes from Husk. His laugh makes you turn your attention back to him.

“You’re living here now?” He asks and you nod in reply. “Better get used to that.” He points to where the loud noise just came from.

Finally, he’s got your smile back. He feels a little less guilty now.

“So…are you really always grumpy or…just having a bad day today…?” You ask before sipping your drink again.

Husk simply shrugs in reply.

“Well if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’ll be here. I’m at the very end of that hall there.” You point as a smile stretches on his face. “You can talk to me.”

“You stole my line.” His smile and this new teasing tone of voice make you laugh softly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Ya know, people always talk about their baggage with the bartender. No one ever asks the bartender if they need someone to talk to.”

“Well! There’s a first for everything, Husk.”

His face contorts a bit as a blush slowly grows across his nose. Not only were you being disgustingly sweet to him but the way his name sounds coming from your mouth…oof he is feeling some feelings for you rn

“Thanks for the drink. Do I…owe you anything?” You stand but keep your eyes on him, noticing his ears are now pinned back against his head as if he’s scared or shy.

He’s not sure if he’s just really drunk or if you’re just really cute or both??? But he suddenly forgets where he is and what’s going on so all he can do is shake his head ‘no’.

“Oh, okay. Sweet! I’ll see you around then. Goodnight, Husk.”

As you walk towards your room, waving to the other staff members and whispering ‘goodnight’s to them all, Husk is staring so hard omfg

Angel saunters up to the bar, nearly laying across it as he pokes Husk on his blushy nose. Angel snickers when he notices Husk firmly gripping the bottle of whiskey in his claw, his dark eyes watching intently as you walk down the hall until you’re completely out of sight.

Once he can’t see you anymore, his attention finally shifts to the spider demon.

“Ooooh, aawwww! Does the little kitten have a crush on the newbie~?” Angel teases, smiling wider which causes Husk to groan and try to push Angel away.

Angel Dust 🕸️

IMMEDIATELY FLIRTS 🚨🚨🚨

Pickup lines and lingering touches right off the bat. You know baby boy is NOT afraid to make his feelings known.

No one introduces Angel Dust to anyone besides himself 😘

“Hey, sweet pea. I think ya in the wrong place cuz you look like an angel. What’s your name?”

“Heya, cutie pie. Who are ya and what did I do right to get ya here?”

“Well hello there! I didn’t know we’d be having guests~” Spoken as he adjusts his chest fluff all seductively and gives you a wink.

Whether you happily accept his advances or not, he will continue to flirt and give you way too much attention unless you specifically tell him to stop or that it’s making you uncomfortable.

In that case, he’ll chill out on the flirty words but you’ll have to fight him if you want him to stop being handsy. I mean, he has six arms! Just let him put at least one arm on or around you.

Follows you and Charlie around the hotel on your first day, chatting your ear off about everything and anything.

Charlie lowkey gets irritated a few times bc she’s trying to show you around and tell you all about her hotel but Angel just keeps complimenting you and telling you about his line of work in hopes that it’ll tell him more about who you are as a person.

And it’s extremely distracting, in a good way for you but a bad way for poor Charlie :(

“Soooooo? What do ya think, babe? Are we gonna be roomies or what?”

Regardless of your height, I’m sure Angel is much taller and probably rests his arm (or multiple arms) on your head or shoulder as he waits for your response.

“Angel! I wasn’t even done with my tour!” Charlie pouts and now she is also eagerly awaiting your response looking at you like this 😥

“Yeah! Sure. Why not?” You finally say, now trying to look up at the spider demon.

“Alright! Yeah!” He cheers before turning to Charlie with puppy dog eyes.

“Please put (Y/N) in the room next to mine?”

His plea to the princess forces a goofy grin to your lips, making you beam with pride. He wanted to be your neighbor? Cuuttteee~

But you had to question his motives and his true feelings.

All day, he’s flirted and shown his interest in you non stop but you’ve caught him flirting with others around the hotel too so you’re not entirely sure if he’s just really really nice and accepting and wanting to give you a warm welcome or…if he’s actually into you

Cuz you’re sure as hell into him ❤️‍🔥

“Yes, of course!” Charlie replies and suddenly Angel has one of your wrists, Charlie has the other and they’re practically running to your room, both giggling like kids on Christmas morning.

Charlie opens your door to show you the room and Angel enters first then flops down on your bed before you can even get through the doorway.

“Oooh your bed is so comfy. Maybe we can have a sleep over sometime, baby~” He wiggled his brows at you, making you turn beet red all the way down your neck.

“O-oh! Sure, sure. That actually sounds really fun. Heh..thanks for making me feel so welcome, Angel.”

And Angel just about loses it…

You’re so cute and innocent, like you just let him talk all lowkey naughty to you and now he’s watching in adoration at the way you look down at the ground and you can’t control your smile

He totally knows you’re crushing on him. He can sense that shit.

You’re not sure of Angel’s true feelings but he’s so sure of yours

When Angel flirts and throws himself at others in hell, half of them look at him like 😒 “ew bye” (sort of like Husk) and the other half are like 😍 “AWOOGA!!! Me, you, Pound town, right now.”

But you are different…you seem so pure and nice. You shy away from his touch at first before slowly melting into him and his comments obviously make you happy and giddy and he thinks you’re just too cute.

He’s definitely gonna take you up on your agreement to actually have a sleep over.

Starts out innocent with you guys having some drinks and maybe some snacks, maybe watching a movie or listening to music

But if you’re down to take it further, just say the word and Angel will happily kiss you until you can’t breath or even rip your clothes off and ravish you 😉

Alastor 🩸

He’s also the type to introduce himself once you finally run into him.

He’s a very busy man after all, you might even be at the hotel for a day or two before you actually meet him.

“My my! Charlie, you didn’t tell me we had a new resident. Hello, darling! Pleased to meet you. Call me Alastor.” He tips his head to you but keeps his large hands fixed on his cane.

“Oh hi! Nice to meet you too. Uhm…aren’t you…the radio demon?” You ask, equally afraid of him and intrigued by him.

“Why yes, yes I am. You must have heard my show then, yes? What do you think?” He leans forward, invading your personal space a bit with a prideful look in his deep red eyes.

He was testing you in this moment, wondering how you’d respond.

“Oh yes! Well, some of it. But I like it and I’d love to hear more.”

His permanent smile stretched just a bit wider at your response, eyes softening a bit.

“You’re awfully kind, (Y/N). What did a sweet little dove like you do to end up down here, hm?”

“Wait. How did you know-“

“Oh I know your name.” He interrupts, his expression and tone becoming just a bit more ominous but it didn’t scare you much.

“Oh wow, okay.” You watch his expression change before speaking. “I’m not even sure what I did to deserve this. I don’t remember much from my life, it’s all kind of a blur.”

Suddenly, his hand is on your back and he’s gently pushing you the way he wants you to go.

“Did Charlie give you a tour yet?” “Yeah, she did-“ “Oh, who cares! I say we go for another!” This was Alastor’s way of getting you alone to examine you a little closer.

The taller man walked you from room to room and down different hallways, not speaking much but waiting for your voice to shine through instead.

“Uhm c-can I ask you something?” You mumble out shyly, somewhat afraid of how he might respond.

He hums in response, hands behind his back as he continues his slow pace down the hall.

“Do you…always smile? And if you do always smile…why?”

And now he’s looking at you with much more intense eyes, his curved up lips twitching ever so slightly.

“You’re awfully bold, my dear. Most sinners run the opposite way when they see me on the street, but you…well I’ve got you all alone, in an unfamiliar space and you’re asking me such intrusive questions? Hmm…interesting.”

He had stopped walking, causing you to freeze in your spot as well.

Uh oh…was he mad?

“Oh! I-I’m so sorry. You just s-seem so nice and-and friendly. I like your smile. I’m just curious I guess. Sorry again. Forget I said anything!”

Your expression shifted to one of slight worry and concern as Alastor continued to stare you down with his terrifying radio dial pupils.

As apathetic and evil as his expression looked rn, his tiny cold heart stuttered a bit at your words.

Of all the ppl in hell, you thought he was nice?

Part of him was thinking “what the hell is wrong with this one? Why are they so naive?” But the other part of him was like “I NEED TO SIT THIS ONE DOWN AND LEARN MORE, HMM, VERY INTERESTING.”

And you try to keep walking bc now you’re just a tiny bit afraid of what he might say next.

You can’t even take two steps before his hand is gently but firmly latched to your wrist.

“No need to apologize at all! I find your curiosity very amusing. After all, you’re new here.” He gently pats your head, smiling bigger at you as his eyes squint.

You suddenly realize when his eyes squint closed and get wrinkled at the corners, he was genuinely smiling, not just being forced to uphold his smile.

“So…why do you smile all the time?” You ask again, voice barely above a whisper as the radio demon keeps his hand on your wrist.

“Well, You’re never fully dressed without one!”

He lets you go before using his mic cane to gently tap you on the head.

“I’m so very intrigued by you, (Y/N). I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting someone quite like you, especially down here in hell. Well, let me know if you need anything from your gracious hotelier.”

He slowly turns and walks off, his back to you as you yell out in response.

“Thank you, Alastor!”

And then he starts walking a little faster bc your voice is making his head spin a bit.

He’s not used to these feelings.

Well he’s not used to feelings of any kind anymore. It’s been way too long since someone has been so open and receptive to him. Like he said, most ppl run the other way but for whatever you reason, you ran straight at him and he didn’t understand why.

But it made him somewhat excited to get to know you more.

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Ona | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x reader

Summary: Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, mention of mental breakdown, maybe one curse word, bad breakup.

Author's note: Here is one for out golden retriever beautiful boy. I hope that you enjoy this one! Feel free to send in requests if you want me to make something specific with him. Oh and, btw, here is the translation for this amazing song. Your welcome. 😉

It was so bright out there, it started to hurt your eyes a little bit. You were standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd watching the love of your love. The love of your life... that you decided to let go because you felt like you weren't good enough.

You were attending yet another Joker Out's concert, but it felt different this time. Maybe because Bojan and you weren't together anymore.

Joker Out was here, in Croatia's capital city of Zagreb. This was the next stop for their concert. This is where the two of you met. Right here in Zagreb on a hot, sunny day in a crowded city. In your hometown. In the breathing country where you were born and raised in.

So here you were. In your hometown where Joker Out was performing. The first time that you heard that they will be performing in Zagreb, it felt like someone punched you in the stomach. But then you felt something different, you felt the need to see him again. Even if he doesn't take a notice in you as you stood in the middle of the crowd that was dancing and singing along. So you decided to go.

The moment that they stepped onto the stage you felt like you would cry. You missed them all so much. You somehow found the strength deep in your soul to look at Bojan. And so you did. He was just so gorgeous. He looked even better then when he did on the day that you left him (Lana Del Rey anyone? No? Okay...). He still had long hair, he was tall and just oh, so handsome. You noticed one thing however, his playful and mesmerizing, so radiant, smile or his playful smirk wasn't pressed onto his face like it always was. It worried you, truly. You watched as they got in their possession and as Bojan took the microphone.

"So... for the first song I will be singing something that hasn't been released just yet." He spoke in Serbian (it's actually very similar to Croatian, you know?) as he watched the crowd go wild with excitement as they claped and shouted and screamed with pure joy, with pure excitement.

"This song is also very special to me." He said, his voice was deep as he looked down in what seems to be sadness.

"It's about a very special person about who, I hate to admit it, I didn't get over and I don't think that I ever will." He paused for a moment so he could take a deep breath so he could continue to speak. "I met her right here, actually. In the beautiful Zagreb a year ago and I can honestly say that I fell for her harder then I ever did for anyone." The crowd was cheering, screaming, in excitement as Bojan introduced Joker Out's unrelated song.

"This one is for her." He said as the rest of the bend slowly started to play the chords. You felt your last bit of your breath leave your lungs as you felt tears pricking in your eyes, your vision getting blurry. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.

But once he met your eyes deep in the crowd, where you stood, just as he started to sing, you felt like you were going to collapse.

Hodam opet njenom ulicom

Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom

Stanem ispod njenog prozora

Jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja

Bojan was walking around the dark cornered alley in the middle of the night. It must have been midnight by now. As he walked, he could see his breath in the cold of the Zagreb's winter, cold night. As he watched his breath become visible in the cold, dark night, he found himself pulling his dark coat closer to himself. It was truly a good attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking along the familiar road. The road that he walked along too many times to count, but right now, he was all alone. He looked up so he could be met face to face with the moon. It was shining so brightly in the middle of the dark night's sky. It was staring right at him, it seemed like it was mocking him. It was mocking his heartbreak and his loneliness. It was mocking him.

Suddenly, as Bojan looked down, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. You were skipping along the frozen road, your steps quickly increasing as you went towards your apartment.

He felt like a staker, even though he wasn't one. He slowely started to go after you, something was pulling him towards you. That invisible pull was there again, just like it first appeared when he saw you for the first time.

After a while, you finally came into your apartment. You leaned against the window with a heavy sigh. Bojan could see you from the street and as he watched you he felt like he was suffocating.

Bojan loved you. You know what? Scratch that. He loves you. He longs for you. He wants you to be safe and as he watched you quitly from down below, he once again exposed his pain for the Croatian girl to the moon. To the moon, to the darkes and the cold winter in the middle of the street.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo

Jedna poruka i via more

Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju

Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore

It felt like it was a good day. Truly. Bojan and you went out to get lunch and to explore the city. You were just hanging out together and it felt so good to do it. However, all good things have to come to an end.

Bojan didn't expect it at all. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Out of nowhere, just when you think the day is going to be beautiful, and it hit hard. Really hard. In fact, it hit so hard it hurt.

"I'm sorry, Bojan. I really don't want to do this, but I think it's for the best if we break up."

That was it. Bojan could still remember those words echoing in his mind even though you never said them out loud. You told him this through text messages and maybe that's why it hurts even more than it would if you told him that to his face.

You loved him so much. You still love him so much that it hurts. Joker Out was starting to be a big band that has so much potential, and with that came so much more fame. You just didn't want to be in the way. You felt like you weren't good enough for him. You felt like he could do, and deserves, so much better than you. You were so happy with him, in fact, you were happier than you have ever been. But you didn't want to be in the way. So you made a hard choice.

Nobody could ever know, nobody could ever describe the pain, suffering and all that misery that you felt that day. That miserable feeling you felt when you pressed that little "send" button on your phone. As you watched the message being sent, you cried so much that it felt like you were going to collapse. After that you cut all of the contacts with him.

It was for his own good, that's what you told yourself. It's what you always told yourself as you broke down in the middle of your bedroom floor.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Bojan felt like a part of his soul was ripped away from his body as he read that message over and over again. He cried so much it started to hurt. He has never felt this way before. He hated to admit it, but he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. It was intoxicating, but most of all it was painful and infuriating.

It lasted too long. Jan didn't know what to do anymore. Bojan just kept on crying, he was crying for so long, in fact, it was already dark outside. Jan was afraid that something was going to happen to him if he doesn't do something. And quick. It looked like Bojan wasn't breathing anymore. His broken soul didn't allow him to take a break, even just so he could breathe.

So Jan panicked and before he knew it, he was calling you up. He watched Bojan from the other room as the grip on his phone tightened. He found himself silently begging you to pick up your damn phone and answer him.

And so you did. After the millionth ring and after about two hundred messages later. You picked up the phone.

Jan told you everything. You were crying before he called you and it took everything in your power to not break down while being on the phone call with Bojan's band mate and your friend. You were practically kicking yourself for your decision, but there wasn't much that you could do.

From that day on, Jan tried everything in his power to get you two to at least meet. And for the first time, in a very long time, he succeeded. He managed to convince you to come to their concert.

In the city where you met.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Ubija me

As Bojan sang the last few chords of the song, he never broke the eye contact. You felt a few tears betraying you as they ran down your cheeks. Before you knew it, you found yourself whispering the words for which you barely found the strength to say.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene." You said, practically out of breath. It felt like you were kicked in your stomach as he continued to hold your gaze. You felt more tears as you found yourself repeating the words you just said.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene..." You couldn't do this to yourself anymore. You couldn't do this to him anymore. It was too much. The pain and suffering was getting out of hand.

You had to fix this.

#bojan cvjetićanin #joker out #bojan cvjeticanin #bojan cvjeticanin x reader #bojan cvjetićanin x reader #imagine #joker out x reader #eurovision song contest #eurovision 2023 #eurovision #fic #songfic #Spotify

[crushculture03]

Lollapalooza

Summary : Matty surprises you during your set at lollapalooza and you two sing together

Paring : Matty healy x singer!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings : None

Word count : 1.5k

The song they sing is “Everything has changed” by Taylor Swift featuring Ed Sheeran

“Hey everyone” she said into the mic as she finished up her opening song, the crowd screamed back at her in response. “It’s so cool to be playing lolla this year! I’m happy i get to see all of your guys beautiful faces” she said, her eyes scanning the sea of people that were stood infront of the stage. Part of her is still in shock that this was a real moment, she never thought she’d end up here in Chicago playing for atleast over 500 people.

“Well enough of my talking lets get into the next song!” she shouted, the band took that as their que to begin playing. She was having the time of her life jumping, dancing and singing onstage, but something was missing in this moment, or more like someone. Her boyfriend Matty, who had been unable to make it because he and his band were on tour for their new album. Besides the facetime calls and the photos, the two hadn’t seen each other, in person at least, for over a month, something which was rare since the two live together and are virtually inserable.

After the next song finished she said “This next song is very special to me because my boyfriend and I wrote it together” the crowd cheered at the mention of matty “ I know he may be watching this livestream from his hotel, so matty if you’re seeing this this ones for you baby I love you”. One of the crew members ran onstage and handed her her guitar, she quickly tuned it before saying “This is Everything has changed” and quickly began strumming the familiar tune.

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now

Know something now I didn't before

And all I've seen since 18 hours ago

Is brown eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind, making me feel like

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello"

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

She was about to start the second verse, the one that matty originally sings, when she heard that all too familiar voice. She quickly whipped her head around to the side of the stage to see her boyfriend, mic in hand, walking over to her.

And all my walls stood tall, painted blue

And I'll take 'em down, take 'em down

And open up the door for you

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time

Taking flight, making me feel right

Tears pricked at her eyes as he stood in front of her, singing the lyrics towards her. “Matty” she whispered, still not believing this was real, she thought he wasn’t able to make it due to having a show in New york that night, but here he was onstage standing infront of her singing their song. The crowd cheering for the couple, is what snapped her out of her trance, luckily for her her guitarist took over for her so she could be in the moment with matty. He quickly reached out his hand for her to take as they began to sing the pre-chourus

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

Matty pulled her into his arms as the two continued to sing. He gently placed his forehead on hers as their bodies continued to sway with the music.

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello"

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

When the bridge came up matty took her hand and spun her around, so her back was pulled flush to his chest and his free arm was held around her waist. She leaned her head back against his chest as she put the mic back up to her lips and sang

Come back and tell me why

I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

Matty quickly placed a kiss to her cheek, before she sang the closing pre-chorus by herself

I just wanna know you better

Know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

She intertwined their free hands together as matty joined back into the song.

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello"

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

After the two sang the last lyric, they turned to face eachother, Matty cupped her cheek and pulled her into him, closing the gap between the two. The crowd went wild as the young couple kissed eachother, “I love you” she whispered after pulling away from the kiss, “I love you too baby, in fact I have a question” matty said, as he pulled away from her grasped and slowly lowered himself down onto one knee, pulling out a small velvet box. “Matty” she whispered, happy tears now flowing freely down her face as The crowd cheered loudly, but the couple couldn’t hear it, they were too focused on eachother to realize that this was happening infront of over 500 people.

“You’re the love of my life, my rock, my muse, I love you forever and always baby. Will you do me the honour and be my wife?” he asked, slowly opening the small box to reveal a small gold ring with a diamond on top. She nodded her head gently “yes, yes matty” she smiled, pulling him up from the ground and into a kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, Matty took the ring from the box and gently slid it onto her left ring finger. “I love you so much Y/n” he whispered, before pulling her back into another kiss. “I love you too baby” she whispered back, “As much as I love to jump your bones in this very moment and celebrate I have to do one more song” she whispered away from the mic. “No worries baby” he responded, turning around to leave, but before he could walk away she grabbed his hand.

“Wait matty can we do our other song?” she asked, hoping hed agree to sing with her on last time. “If the crowds ok with it, then I am too, the boys are even here if you want them to join” Matty said, as he gestured over to his bandmates, who were standing on the side of the stage. “Why not we’re engaged why not celebrate” she said, and quickly hurried to her band to tell them the situation, they all agreed and walked off stage.

Matty waved the boys onstage, and when the 3 men appeared from offstage the crowd went wild, realizing what was about to happen. “Ok everyone to celebrate, we thought we’d sing ‘About you’, if thats ok?” she said, facing the crowd, which cheered in response.

With that the boys got into place and began the familiar tune.

Through the whole song the couple stayed wrapped around eachother, never wanting to let go. “Thank you everyone I love you all!” she said, blowing kisses into the crowd and waving goodbye to them, as she made her way offstage.

“Well congratulations you two” George said as he pulled the couple into a hug, the rest of the boys following him in the same action, “Thank you” she responded, the grin never leaving her face as she hugged each of the band members. “We’re gonna get something to drink so you guys can talk” ross said, as the three men walked off.

“How are you here matty I thought you had a show” she said, “Well we did but i lied about the location, we’re not playing in New York we’re playing here in Chicago” he chuckled, “I wanted to surprise you” he said as he pulled her impossibly closer to himself. “Best surprise ever” she whispered before connecting their lips, “Can’t wait till you’re my wife” he whispered back, “Y/n healy has a good ring too it doesn’t it” she smiled widely, “That it does baby, that it does” matty said, the smile never leaving his face.

#matty healy #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine

[lillyoliviaaa]

Their Perfect Angel 4

Summary ~ Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have always wanted someone that they can

love, feed, bathe, look after. Their dream finally came true after they saw you. Their perfect angel.

The door slams shut, you can hear your mum and a strange man laughing. The tall brunette man stares at you in disgust. “You didn’t tell me you had a kid.” She freezes and looks at you then looks at the man. “She’s not mine i’m looking after her, she’s a brat so she can’t be mine.” He walks over to you a smacks you around the face and does unspeakable things. Your mother watches you scream and cry …

“Hey you okay baby you zoned out?” You look up at the blonde man and nod. He places a kiss on your cheek and unstraps you from the chair and puts you on the floor near the dolls house. Steve and Bucky both leave you in the play room by your self, once the door shuts you burst out in tears. You curl yourself into a ball and think about everything that’s gone on or what’s going on.

Steve and Bucky watch you on the cameras sadly as they watch you cry. “Why would you tell her that we knew about her past?” Bucky signs and continues to watch you “You wanted us to be honest to her so I was.” They stand in silence until Steve speaks up “I’m sorry if i’ve been harsh on you I just want her to be loved and for her to know that we will be there for her.” The brunette kisses Steve lovingly, “It’s okay babe i’m the one who should be sorry, tonight will be better, maybe she needs something to help her slip.” Steve pulls away from Bucky and looks in the cabinets to find drugs that can help people slip. They grin at their plan.

You begin to let sleep take over until you feel someone pick you up in a bridal style. “Hey hey it’s okay i’m just going to change you,” Bucky says gently. You begin to worry, you haven’t done anything, you tried and tried but nothing was coming out. Bucky can feel you breathing faster and faster but doesn’t say anything. He begins to strip you. Panic rises in you. You begin to squirm but you can’t move because of the stupid straps. “None of that y / n.” You don’t know what to say. Bucky gives you a disappointment look “I’m not going to punish you but you need to get use to going to the toilet even if you need a poo okay?” You begin to cry “I’m s - sorry I could - couldn’t, no - no - nothing came out.” Bucky’s heart breaks “No no baby i’m sorry it’s okay you’re still learning i’m sorry for being harsh.” He wipes your bum and puts a new diaper on you. Once he unstraps you he picks you up and rocks you around the room singing sweet lullabies.

After a couple of minutes, you and Bucky are making your way to the living room where Steve is sat on the sofa picking a film to watch. “My sweet girl come pick what you would like to watch.” Bucky sits on the sofa with you on his lap and gives you the remote. Growing up your mother never had enough money to watch TV so you had to come up with your own entertainment. You look at Steve for some help “Here baby maybe this will do the trick.” He puts on Frozen for you and explains what the film is about. You curl into Bucky’s side as you watch the film.

After dinner, Steve and Bucky give it a go and give you a bath. Steve lays you down on the floor and strips you, the cool breeze makes you shiver. Bucky smiles at you as he sees that you peed in your diaper and praises you. “Right princess what bath toys would you like?” You look at Steve confused, you never were allowed toys especially in the bath. “I - I don’t k - know i’m sorry.” You look down at the floor sadly not knowing how to be a little kid. “Hey doll it’s okay i’ll pick some out and next time you can okay?” Bucky lifts your chin up and smiles at you softly “It’s okay.” Steve placed you in the bath and washes your hair and body while Bucky plays with the bath toys with you.

Bucky carries you out of the bath and dries you with a mermaid towel. He lays you on the floor on a changing mat and puts a diaper on you as well as a onesie with cute bunnies on it. Bucky goes into the kitchen to make you a bottle while Steve dries your hair and brushes your teeth for you. After he finishes, you feel your eyes closing “I’m sorry baby you can’t sleep yet, why don’t I read you a story?” You’re sat on the floor watching Steve pick out a book, you admire Steve’s looks and affection. He picks out a picture book and sits you on is lap and sits on the rocking chair. You curl into his side and lean your head on his chest breathing in his cologne.

Bucky comes into the nursery as soon as Steve finishes the story. “Here babe.” Bucky passes the warm milk to Steve. You look at them both confused not knowing what to do. “It’s okay baby this will help you sleep.” Steve puts the nub in your mouth and tells you to suck on it. You can feel your eyes closing. Once your asleep, Bucky places a pacifier in your mouth and tucks you into the crib.

“In the morning she will be our baby forever.” They both grin at you sleeping.

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#bucky barnes #daddy stucky x little reader #bucky barnes x little reader #daddy stucky #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers #dark bucky barnes

[searchingforgravity]

Love Me Tender PART 1(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You are in the front row in an Elvis concert when he starts singing Love Me Tender, starting towards the sea of women. At the blink of an eye, he is suddenly over you, looking in your eyes as he leans down for a kiss. You decide to give it your all as you kiss him with as much need as you feel in that moment. You aren't expecting him to pull you in for another kiss, sparking something within the two of you.

TW: Smut, sex, handjob, fingering, dry humping, praise kink, dirty talk

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 6361

A/N: This is a long one, but I got inspired to write this by Elvis' Love Me Tender performance. Also, Vegas era Elvis has me in a death grip.

You feel his lips soft against yours. You can't help the flutter in your heart as you stand on your tip toes. This is a once in a lifetime chance, and you're not planning on waisting a single second of it. Ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of eyes on the two of you, you deepen the kiss, pressing your lips hard onto his warm, plush ones as your tongue comes in contact with his bottom lip. You feel him pull away before snapping your eyes open, the roar of the crowd still in the background as you lock eyes with him. Slight surprise plays on his features before a smirk forms on his mouth, those damn hypnotizing blue eyes penetrate yours before he drops his gaze to your lips. Before you can register what's happening, he is dipping his head down to you again, his lips connecting to yours with more urgency than before. A shock of pleasure shoots through you as he gently places his large hand on the side of your face, causing you to sigh into his mouth. Much too soon for your liking, he removes himself from you before continuing down the stage, kissing women as he went.

You are so shocked, you just stand there with your mouth slightly agape, trying to process what just happened. You had just kissed Elvis Presley, and he kissed you a second time. The sounds of the people around snap you back to your senses as your best friend, Amy, shakes your shoulder. The noise is suddenly too much as you have to strain to hear what she is yelling at you. "Oh my God! Elvis Presley just kissed you!" She screams in your ear, but it sounds far away as you're still paralyzed from what just happened. "(Y/N)!" Amy shouts, shaking your arm more aggressively. This snaps you out of your trance as a wave of exhilaration runs through you, plastering a stupid smile across your face as you turn to her. "Oh my God!" you shout, yelling like a school girl as your cheeks flush a bright crimson.

The rest of the show goes by in a blur, with you and Amy clinging to each other and screaming as your childhood crush traipses around the room, teasing every woman at the concert. You are about to yell over to Amy when you hear an "Excuse me, miss." You look in the direction from where you heard this male voice and see a tall man towering over you with fire engine red hair. You would later discover that this man's name is 'Red' West, and that he's Elvis' friend and bodyguard. He looks at you inquisitively before leaning in slightly, trying to keep what he is saying private. "Mr. Presley would like to see you after the show."

You can almost feel your heart stop at this. You couldn't have possibly heard him right. You look up on stage to find Elvis on the far end, preoccupied with the crowd. You look back at Red and he is watching you, waiting for an answer. "W-What?" You say back, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to be somewhat discreet. You assume he doesn't want to arouse suspicion as he simply asks "What is your answer?"

After finally wrapping your head around the idea that Elvis wants to see you after the show, all you can do is vigorously nod your head. This makes him smirk a little to himself before he gently takes your arm as he starts to lead you away. You convince him to let you take your friend with you and after he looks your friend up and down, it doesn't take him long to agree before you are both being led backstage. After what seems like hours of weaving through the crowd, you arrive to a lounge area with about two dozen people. Some of which you recognize as the as the Memphis Mafia with their arms slung around various women, some giddy and hanging on their every word, and some talking amongst themselves. There are various men there as well as their eyes land on you and Amy as you walk in, giving the two of you the once-over. You suddenly become self conscious as you turn to Red. "Please, help yourselves to any food or drinks you wish. Elvis should be done within the next 20 minutes," Red says as he motions to a corner in the room with various alcohol and snacks.

After you and Amy grab a drink, you huddle together and observe the room of people, talking amongst yourselves. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening," she whispers in your ear, her eyes wide as she stands there, starstruck. You aren't much better as your nerves start bubbling up to the surface. Your mind keeps coming back to the fact that Elvis wants to see you after the show. Just the thought of it makes your stomach flip. Your eyes trail over the room with half a dozen women and you wonder if you're one of many women he inquired about.

The rest of his set goes by quickly and you are suddenly standing alone. Amy demanded that she was to stay by your side but one of Elvis' friends, Jerry, couldn't take his eyes off her. He asked if she wanted to talk over by the sofas and he seemed like a genuinely good man, so you told her to go enjoy herself. After some hesitation, she smiled softly at him before joining him on one of the sofas. You now cradle your drink in your hands, much too nervous to consume it. The music had stopped and everyone is now waiting with bated breath for the superstar to walk into the room. After some commotion, Elvis finally appears through the opening and you can't help the gasp that leaves your lips.

His eyes are slightly drooped with exertion, his face flushed and his exposed chest glistening with sweat. His swollen, pouty lips are parted as he pants softly, taking a white handkerchief from one of his entourage as he brings it to his face. People start crowding around him, congratulating him as he makes his way to the far side of the room for some water. "Thank you, honey," he breathes to a woman about your age, who is practically hanging on his arm, telling him how amazing he did. You quickly look away from the scene, the stinging bite of jealousy coursing through you. He probably invited her backstage, too. You suddenly feel stupid that you'd expected anything from being invited back here tonight. A good 15 minutes go by of him mingling with people as you look over at Amy, who is completely engrossed in what Jerry is saying to her, his hand resting on the dip in her back. You turn your attention back to your drink as you swirl the liquid around in the glass, bringing it to your lips.

"Hey, beautiful," you hear, suddenly pulled out of your thoughts. You look up in the direction of the voice and see none other than Elvis' eyes looking back at you. It takes you by such surprise that you choke on your drink, throwing yourself into a fit of coughing. He quirks an eyebrow at you as a soft chuckle leaves his lips. "Didn't mean to scare ya', honey," he chuckles as he leans closer to you. Your eyes scan the room for the woman he was just with, and you find her engaged with another man, though she doesn't look enthused. Your eyes widen slightly as he inches forward, making a private area for you both as his body creates a barrier from you to the rest of the room. Your cheeks flush at his boldness as you take a step back out of reflex. "I-I'm sorry. I just- you caught me off guard..." you trail, humiliation playing on your face from stumbling your words in front of him. This is your first conversation and you're already messing it up.

"That's alright, darlin', you don't gotta be nervous," he says lowly, as his eyes sweep over your face, landing on your lips. "You certainly weren't at the show tonight," he mumbles as he pulls his gaze away from your lips to look in your eyes again. He is so close to you, that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Your cheeks flush again as you back up once more, your head suddenly dizzy. "I didn't know you'd like it so much," you say before you think. He smirks at your response, his eyes darkening the slightest bit. "A kiss like that? You really know how to make a man want you," he breathes as he inches closer again, your back hitting the wall as you back up more, your breath catching in your throat. "Hey E.P., get over here! I want you to meet someone!" a man shouts from behind you two. An exasperated groan leaves his lips as he looks at you for a second longer. "Wait for me," he says, his eyes suddenly pleading with you. You can only nod as you gaze up at him. Your head is spinning from his closeness, and you think that in that moment you would do anything he asked you to. Then, in an instant, he turns and joins one of his friends as they introduce him to a bombshell of a woman.

You exhale the breath you'd been holding, your face flushing at the intimacy of what just happened. Your eyes search desperately for Amy who is now tucked away in a corner of the room with Jerry. You rush over to her, and when you approach the two, they are so engrossed in each other that she doesn't notice you standing beside her. "Amy," you call sternly at her side. She is smiling stupidly at something Jerry has just told her. "Yes?" she says in a sing song voice, her eyes never leaving his. "Uh, I need to talk to you...alone."

At this, she pulls her eyes away from him to look at you. "I'll be right back. Will you wait for me?" she breathes to Jerry and he takes her hand in his, giving it a tender kiss. "Of course." You are then pulling her to an abandoned hallway. Your blood is suddenly heating up as you think of a plan. "What?" Amy hisses, clearly annoyed you had pulled her away from Jerry. "What are you, in love with him or something?" you retort in a hushed voice. She rolls her eyes as she cocks her eyebrow at you, waiting for you to get the the point. You huff as you try to sort through your thoughts.

"We need to leave," you start as you look for the exit. "What?!" she says loudly, prompting you to shush her. "Are you crazy?!" she hisses in a whisper. "No! Amy...I think Elvis wants to spend the night with me," you whisper harshly causing her jaw to drop. "Why the hell would you want to leave?! You really are cra-" she starts before stopping in her tracks, her eyes widening. You are about to ask her what's wrong when you hear a familiar voice from behind you. "Hello ladies. I hope I'm not interrupting."

Your body goes stiff as a smirk forms on Amy's face. "Absolutely not, Mr. Presley!" she chimes, giving him her award winning smile. It sometimes annoys you how much of a people person she is. You turn to look at Elvis and his eyes instantly land on yours, lingering there for a moment. "Jerry was just asking for you, sweet heart," He says to Amy as he pulls his gaze away from you, her face instantly lighting up. "Why, thank you," she says as she starts sauntering down the hall. In a last attempt to stop her, you grab to the fabric of her arm before she pulls away swiftly, leaving you alone in the hall with Elvis.

You swallow at the short silence that follows, looking towards the room of people, unaware of you and Elvis in the hall together. Your breathing becomes shallow as Elvis returns his gaze to you, taking a step closer. Your eyes snap to his as you stand stiff. Even in your current state of anxiety, you can't help the thrill that runs through you at this gorgeous man desiring you. "I thought I said to wait for me, little girl," he breathes, taking another step towards you, causing you to feel the warmth of his body. You take a small step backwards at his advance. He notices this, but makes no attempt to stop his advances, inching closer until he has you trapped between the wall behind you and his arms, which now rest on the wall on either side of your body.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd've thought you're scared of me," he whispers, now so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You can't take his gaze anymore as you look down, your mind completely muddled as you try to think of a way out of this. You don't hook up with people, it's just not who you are. Even if in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on you. "N-No, I just- I have to leave soon. My boyfriend will be-" you lie in an attempt to stop his advances. A soft laugh leaves his plush lips, interrupting your sentence. "Aw, now c'mon, honey. You're gonna hafta do a little better than that," he pokes as he inches ever so closer, your bodies almost touching.

"If you really don't want me, just say so," he mumbles as he dips his head down to your ear, his lips ghosting just over the shell, causing a slight tickle. "But I'd very much enjoy your company tonight." Your cheeks flush at this as your mind spins. You bring your hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he is quick to grasp at your wrist, keeping it on him as it slips through the fabric to his bare chest, causing you to feel his heartbeat, it's pace quicker than you anticipated. You gasp softly at this as you are stunned in place, your hand soft on his chest.

"I-I'm not that kinda girl," you whisper, your voice suddenly failing you as your mouth runs dry. "I'm sure there are many girls in there that can give you what you want," you breathe out, bringing your gaze up to his. He looks back at you and you can see pure desire in his gaze as he looks at you longingly. "I want you," he whispers as his hand leaves your wrist, trailing to your cheek as he cradles your face gently in his hand.

You are just about to protest when he leans down, connecting his lips to yours. Another small gasp leaves your mouth as you grab at the fabric of his jumpsuit, preparing to push him away. He can sense your plans as his hand leaves your face, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you flush against him, deepening the kiss. Suddenly, your self restraint snaps as you feel him hard against your thigh. You sigh at this, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him down to your height as you open your mouth to give him access to you. A soft groan leaves his mouth as he stumbles slightly at the surprise of your action, before quickly regaining his composure, his tongue slipping into your mouth and quickly connecting with yours.

The kiss is heated and needy as his hands come to your hips, squeezing slightly. His tongue swirls around yours as he claims dominance over it, causing a soft moan to escape your throat. Your face flushes at the sound and this snaps you back to reality as you push him away, suddenly gasping for air as it's become hard to breathe. He tries pulling you back to him, his breathing now quick and heated as he leans down to connect his lips to yours. "No! It's- there are people here," you hiss, using all of your strength to resist him. "Come to my room with me," he begs as he pulls you impossibly close, making you feel the strain of his cock in his white jumpsuit. Your face flushes as you consider this, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in hesitation.

"Elvis," you whisper, your hand coming back to his chest, not to push him away, but to feel the fast pace of his heart. He rests his left hand over top of yours as his other comes to the wall by your face. "Say you will," he mumbles, leaning over you. You will yourself to look in his eyes and they are looking back at you with a wanting you've never experienced from another man. In that moment, you know you'll stay the night with him. "Hey E.P.- oh, sorry," you hear from your right side as you both turn in the direction of the voice, still entangled in each other. You see Jerry standing there in the opening as you pull away from Elvis, him clearing his throat softly as he runs his hand through his hair. "What, Jer?" Elvis questions, slight irritation in his voice.

"Well, I was just gonna say- a few of us are going to go out if you and (y/n) wanna come." Anxiety courses through you at his words, knowing that now Elvis would have you all to himself with no more interruptions. "I actually think we're gonna retire for the night, but have a good time." Mortification floods your senses as Jerry nods knowingly. "Right well, see ya' later. Nice to meet you (y/n)." With that it's just you and Elvis again. This time, the connected room is empty, you hadn't even noticed people starting to leave. Elvis gently takes your hand as he leads you down the hall, through the lounge room. When you arrive at an elevator, your heart is pounding in your chest as he presses the button leading upstairs.

You avoid his gaze as you look down, your hand in his. The silence that falls between you two is a little awkward. You are wracking your brain for something to say when he beats you to it. "Have you never done this before?" Your face flushes as you look up at him. You are surprised to see a soft smirk on his face. It makes you scoff as you reply "Sorry, I don't usually sleep around with men I've just met." He holds up his hand in defense as a soft chuckle escapes his lip. "Didn't mean no harm by it, darlin'."

Suddenly, the elevator dings as the doors open. "Ladies first," he mumbles as he kisses your cheek, the suddenness of it making you blush as you step in the elevator. As he steps in, he presses the penthouse floor, snaking his arm around your waist, feeling your body tense. "Baby, relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya'...unless you like that kinda thing," he mumbles as he dips down to kiss your cheek again. You roll your eyes at this, but relax into his touch, a soft sigh leaving your lips. "There she is," he mumbles as he turns you towards him, his lips trailing slowly down to your neck, gently suckling on it. You gasp at the sensation as your hands reflexively fly to his neck. He quickly pulls you closer and your thigh comes in contact with his clothed cock again, impossibly hard.

You decide to gently rub against him, now desperate for some friction as his kisses are getting you hot and bothered. He gasps when he feels this, pulling you closer than before, his hands cautiously coming to rest on your ass. You surprise yourself when you pull his face up to yours, kissing him with a new urgency. A groan leaves his throat as he kisses you back hard. The kiss is sloppy as he tangles his hands in your hair, grinding himself onto you as he plunges his tongue in your mouth, forcing it past your lips. A small whine escapes from you as you pull him down to you further, your hands still wrapped around his neck. He groans into your mouth again when he feels you bite down on his bottom lip, the sound causing lust to course through you.

The ding of the elevator forces you two to pull away from each other reluctantly. "C'mon, honey," he groans as he grabs your hand, practically dragging you down the hall. He unlocks the door swiftly as he pulls you inside. You stop for a moment as you see how beautiful the room is. It has a window wall overlooking the city, and is beautifully decorated, with gold and royal blues. He sighs as he nearly collapses on the couch, and you can see the exhaustion return to his face from the show. You walk over to him as you sit down, straddling his lap. "For someone who's never down this before, you sure do learn quick," he jokes as he smirks up at you. You roll your eyes at this. "You know what, maybe I have changed my mind..." you joke as you start to get off him. His hands come to grasp your thighs, keeping you in place.

A comfortable silence fills the room as you gaze down at him. He gently squeezes your thighs as his thumbs massage them. "You're so pretty," he mumbles as he looks up at you. You smile softly as you hesitantly bring your hand up to his hair. He sighs as he leans into your touch, now desperate for it as you fully thread your fingers through his damp locks. His hands trail to your waist as he leans his torso up to you, his lips reaching for yours, quivering the slightest bit from desire. You gladly connect your lips to his as you lean into him. The kiss starts out gently, but quickly turn into something more heated as his tongue invades your mouth for the third time that night.

He groans softly as you grind your hips into his, the kiss quickly turning into a make out session as you basically shoves your tongues down each others throat, moving in rhythm. He brings his hands to cup your cheeks as he smashes your mouth to his even harder than before, bucking his hips up to meet yours. A whine escapes your mouth at this as your hands come to rest on the back of the couch.

You gasp softly, when his hand slips under your dress to your panties. "Is this okay?" he mumbles against your lips as he pauses momentarily. You nod your head vigorously, causing him to laugh softly. He dips his hand under your panties to feel the slick between your legs, gasping at how completely soaked you are. "Jesus," he groans as he finds your clit, coating it with his now wet fingers as he circles it softly, his lips coming to kiss your neck.

You suck in a stuttering breath at this, grinding into his hand. A moan falls from your mouth as he picks up the pace. "That feel good, mama?" he groans as he nibbles on your neck, making your face flush. "Y-Yeah," you stutter quietly, your face beet red. "You embarrassed?" he mutters, slowing down his movements at your tone. He pulls his face away from your neck to look in your eyes, seeing how red you are. After a moment of debating with himself, he pulls his hand away from you. "No! Don't stop-" you start before he interrupts you. "Calm down, little honey. Let's go to the bedroom, I want ya' to be comfortable."

After collecting yourself off of him and leading you to his room, he looks at you for a moment. "Lay down for me," he mumbles, but as you go to, he catches your wrist in his hand. "Wait," he whispers softly as he glides his hands down your body. Your breath catches in your throat as he plays with the hem of your dress, inching it up until it's around your waist, his eyes on yours the whole time. Slowly, you lift your hands above your head so he can take it off the rest of the way.

Insecurity runs though you as he gazes at your body, now only covered in your bra and panties. You see his adams apple bob slightly in his throat as he swallows harshly. Your breath hitches as he drops to his knees in front of you, still fully clothed in his exposing suit. The sight is enough for you to come undone then and there. He brings his eyes up to yours in his new position, his eyes blown with lust as he leans forward, softly kissing your navel. His hands are warm on you as he softly dips them under the lace of your underwear, his eyes still on you for approval. You nod quickly, causing him to gently pull them down your legs. When they are completely off, he dips his head down and you feel his tongue on you.

You gasp as you reflexively pull back, making him bring his hands to your hips, keeping them in place as he licks a thick stripe up your opening to your clit, circling his tongue around it. Your hands come to his head as you try to hold your balance, pleasure coursing through you at the feeling of his tongue. He moans softly as he feels you pull his hair, pulling his face away from you as he kissing up your stomach. You groan in frustration, this now being the second time he's stopped in the middle of pleasing you.

He quirks an eyebrow as you now stands again, his lips kissing the valley between your breasts. "What, baby?" he asks innocently as if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing. You huff as you avoid his eyes, refusing to answer. He tsks teasingly as his hands come around to unhook your bra. "Now, honey. If we're gonna be together this way, you gotta tell me what's on your mind," he mutters in your ear as he slips yours bra off, letting it fall to the floor. "Don't tease me, Elvis," you groan, breathless. You feel the smirk on his lips as he kisses your shoulder. "That's my favorite part, watchin' you quiverin' for me," he mumbles, his hands softly cupping your breasts as he pulls away to look at them, swiping his thumbs over your sensitive nipples.

You just watch him, paralyzed where you stand, arousal now pooling in your core. He leans down, kissing them softly before releasing them, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "Lay down, honey," he croaks, his voice suddenly strained. You lay down as you're told and watch him struggle to get his suit off. "Come here," you say, finding your voice, causing him to look over to you. He obliges as he comes to the side of the bed. Leaning over, you trail your hands up his suit, resting them momentarily on his bare chest. You impulsively lean forward, placing soft, open mouthed kissing along his pecs, causing him to run his fingers through your hair.

After another moment of admiring his body, you push the fabric off his shoulders as he helps with the belt. A surprised gasp falls from your lips at seeing him not wearing any underwear as he stands before you now completely naked. "C'mere mama," he mumbles, hunger in his voice as he bends down, capturing your lips in his. Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, pulling him on top of you. He follows your lead as he climbs over you on the bed, spreading your thighs with his strong, slightly calloused hands as he kneels in between them.

Your heart begins to race again as you softly drag your nails along his back, bringing your lips to his desperately. A small groan leaves his lips as he settles on top of you, his hands roaming around your naked form. He kisses you tenderly as he travels his long fingers in between your heat, finding your clit swiftly. You can't help but whine into his mouth as you reach around his neck, pulling him further down onto you, needing him as close as possible.

This elicits a laugh from his gorgeous, now swollen lips. "Calm down, baby...let's go slow." For some reason, he isn't sure why, he wants to take his time. He wants to drag the night out as long as he can. He wants to make love to you.

"S-Sorry," you whisper, embarrassed as you go to move your hands from his neck. He momentarily removes his hand from your heat to keep your hands in place. "You don't hafta stop. Don't be sorry, honey. Just...let's take our time," he whispers back, showing you how to hold him as he guides your hands to his hair, threading it through gently. "Okay."

His lips trail to your neck as he kisses and sucks gently. You softly arch up into him as you revel in the pleasure, moaning quietly. You cautiously grind up into him, causing him to groan into your neck as he lowers his hips down, meeting your action. Gently, his takes your hand in his as he guides it down to his now throbbing cock, wrapping your fingers around him.

You hesitate slightly, this concept of hooking up still strange for you. "You don't have to," he breathes, releasing your hand, but you keep your grip on him. "No, I want to." With that, you stroke him softly, your thumb swiping over his leaking tip. "Fuck," he grunts as he buries his face in your neck. Hearing him feel good makes you clench around nothing as you continue this action, speeding up only slightly.

Soon, he is groaning repeatedly into your neck, softly thrusting into your hand. You bite your lip at this as you look down to watch. Without warning, he trails his hand back down to your clit, rubbing in soft circles. You gasp at this as your pace on his cock falters slightly. "Jesus, your hand looks so pretty 'round me," he whines and you look at him to find he's watching with you, watching you jerk him off as he touches you at the same time.

You blush as you bring your lips to his, groaning as he continues to circle your sensitive. He accepts as he sighs into the kiss, suddenly removing your hand from his erection. He lines himself up at your entrance as he runs his cock along your opening, wetting himself with your slick. You both moan at the feeling as he rubs from your opening up to your clit.

"Shit," you gasp as you grip his shoulders, your head relaxing into the pillow. "Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl," he teases as he gives you an open mouthed kiss. Finally, he slowly starts pushing himself inside. You gasp as a mild pain fills you from not having sex in a while, causing him to snap his eyes to yours. "Are you okay, honey?" he asks through gritted teeth, as he's practically mewling from how good you feel. You nod. "Yes, I'm fine. Keep going," you grit out, knowing the pain will subside.

He bottoms out as he stills himself inside you. You can feel him practically shaking from the pleasure as he groans deeply at your pussy around him. "M'sorry," he mumbles, his face buried in your neck again. "Just feels so good," he moans, unable to contain his noises as he forces himself to wait for you. You smile at this, taking enormous pleasure from the noises escaping him. You run your fingers up and down his back as you feel yourself adjusting to his size. "Fuck, you're so big."

He groans at this, he loves praise during sex. "You're so tight," he mumbles, his hands running up and down your shoulders. He doesn't think he can't take the waiting much longer, and you can feel him getting antsy. "You can move," you say and he waists no time pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in slowly. You both moan loudly at this, the pleasure unlike anything you've felt before. "Jesus Christ," he groans as he quickly sets a pace. You gasp at each slow thrust as you dig your nails into his back, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

"You feel so good," you gasp quietly, your face flushing at the confession. He brings his lips to kiss your face, humming at your words. "I'm doing a good job, mama?" he asks, and this time it's his turn to blush. He's trying to get you to praise him, he needs it.

You somehow catch on that this is what he wants as you gently massage his back. It's hard for you to form words as you're both moaning messes, his thrusts slow and steady as he plunges himself into you, his hands scooping your legs up and around his waist. "Y-Yes, doing- oh god- such a good job. No one could fuck me better," you moan. This is exactly what he needs as he brings his lips to yours, biting gently at your bottom lip. "That's right, sweet heart. This pussy is all mine," he moans as he brings his thumb to your clit.

You cry out at the new sensation as you grind up into him. "Louder," he mumbles, making you clench around him. You moan again, giving him a bit of a show. He groans as he slightly speeds up his pace. "Louder," he moans again. "I-I want everyone in this damn building t-to know who's makin' you feel so good," He stutters out from the pleasure you're giving him. You whine at his words, your mind turning to goo as he softly pounds into you. "Elvis," you practically scream as he speeds up his pace on your clit. "Shit, that's it, honey," he groans. His thrusts speeding up slightly as he gently kisses your neck, loud moans escaping his mouth as the sounds of slapping skin reverberate through the room.

"Elvis, shit! You fuck me so good," you moan out, bucking into him, your eyes rolling back as you dig your nails into his shoulders. You don't think you've ever felt like this before, in complete bliss. "Oh my lord" he groans as he picks up the pace, hitting somewhere inside you you've never felt before. You gasp so loud, he thinks he's hurt you as he looks in your eyes, concern washing over him. "A-Are you hurting?" he gasps, slowing his movements. You can only shake your head and, looking in your eyes, he knows exactly what's happened.

He picks up the pace again as you mewl under him, the pleasure almost too much as he hits that spot over and over again. Tears start coming to your eyes as your nails dig into his back. "I know baby. It feels so good, doesn't it mama?" he groans, kissing your face as he continuous his steady pace. "You're gonna make me cum, shit," you whine as you latch your legs around him. He groans loudly at this, speeding up his pace. "Fuck, say it again," he pleads as his thumb applies more pressure to your clit. "You're gonna make me cum, Elvis," you groan and he whines into your neck, your words absolutely destroying him.

"Fuck, baby," he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, and you can only cling to him as it arrives. You latch onto him as you scream out, his cock trapped in a vice grip as you clench around him over and over again, your orgasm wracking through your body. He shouts out as he plunges into you, his orgasm just as intense as he releases into you. A silence fills the air as you both come down from your highs, your minds muddled from pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasps when he realizes he came inside you, his face flushing harshly.

You rub his back as you try to come back down to Earth. "It's okay," you whisper trying to comfort him. "I-I didn't mean to," he stutters into your shoulder, kissing it over and over again, still buried in your warm cunt. "It's alright," you whisper as you thread your fingers through his hair, his body shaking above you. Truthfully, you aren't even sure if you can get pregnant. You and your ex have had unprotected sex a lot, but nothing ever came of it. It doesn't help, however, the small tinge of nervousness in the back of your mind. You push the thought away as you rub his back.

"I can't get pregnant, it's alright," you whisper, trying to comfort him. He pulls his face back to look at you, and you think you see a tinge of disappointment in his eyes, but decide you're just imagining it. "Really? I'm sorry," he whispers as he wipes damp hair out of your face. You shake your head, laughing softly at what the conversation has turned into as he's still balls deep inside you. "It's alright," you whisper, leaning up to kiss his lips. He pulls you close, wanting to stay connected to you a little longer. "That was the best sex I've ever had," he mumbles, his breathing ragged as his warm breath washes over your cheek. You blush at this. "Oh, I bet you say that all the time," you whisper back, but grin to yourself as you play with his hair. He shakes his head as he kisses your neck. It's indeed, the first time he's ever told anyone. And the thought scares him.

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Sundrop/Moondrop x reader.

{Gender neutral reader}

Warnings: None.

•How you met• {PRE VIRUS.}

You first met after you applied for the assistant daycare attendant position.

They had you work one shift just to get the feel of what you’d be doing.. and to see how the naptime attendant reacted to you.

(He sent the last three applicants out the door running..)

Nervous, you followed the guard through the large double doors.

She already warned you about the attendants..excited nature.

That being said, you weren’t prepared for a ten foot tall animatronic to come skipping up to you.

I mean, you’d seen the posters but he looked..smaller.

“Hellooo, new friend! Is this our new helper? Oh we’re going to have soo much fun! Yes indeedy.”

The security guard looked at you with a sympathetic look on her face. “Good luck!” She said, stepping out and closing the doors. You heard them click..did she lock you in here?

You turn to the robot.. no. Sundrop. He had a name, seeing as this was to be your new job..you might as well get used to it.

“Hi.. I’m Y/n. Sundrop right?” You smile, holding your hand out for a handshake.

Sundrop’s rays spin and he lurches towards you, shaking your hand happily.

“Oh, that’s me! Y/n… yyyyy/n. Such a cute name! Right Moony?”

You flinch slightly at his enthusiastic approach. “Uh..who’s Moony?”

The animatronic gasps, jumping back.

“You don’t know who Moony is?? Oh starlight, You gotta meet him! He’s a little hard to handle at first but he’s a biggg softie..

What? you are!” Sundrop says, partially talking to himself..

strange robot, You think to yourself.

He skips over to the light switch, mumbling. You’re barely able to hear a “be nice moon. And don’t scare this one off!”

You freeze, staring at him. “Hold on..what?”

“Oh nothing~” he sing-songs, flipping the switch.

Lights off…

The animatronic doubles over, gears clicking and shifting until, as he stands back up..you realize. This isn’t Sundrop.. the cheerful, happy, relatively safe daycare attendant..

No. This seems to be his lunar counterpart.

“Star light.. star bright~” He sings, stalking towards you.

You back up, eyes widening as you start moving away..

until you hit the wall.

Shit..

“The first star..I see tonight~” Moondrop stops, towering over you.. you glance around, looking for a way out yet finding nothing.. it seems you’ll stand your ground.

“Well?..what’ll it be? Scream? Run? ..Quit?” He taunts..

Mustering up the courage, you stick out your hand.“Hi, I’m y/n.. I believe we’ll be working together?”

Moondrop stares down at your hand, tilting his head as if debating something. Finally, he grips it.. his smile somehow darkening. “Moondrop. Sun thinks we’ll be the best of…friends.”

To be continued?

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Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

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[writtenatdawn]

Nights at Harry's

Word count: 990

It has been two months since I left.

I traded the gray winter sky for the brilliant blue sky unique to tropical countries—which happens to be where I’m from. I kept repeating that I missed the scorching warmth of the sun during fall and into early winter, but now that I’ve got it again, it feels foreign. I have to continuously set my air conditioner to 15 degrees just to be able to function because what used to be my typical weather now feels too hot.  Maybe I actually liked being close to the Arctic more than I thought I did.

I find myself missing my cold dorm room, with the heater that I could never quite seem to get to work. When I think about them, I can't help but also reminisce about the unreliable bus schedule on the weekends and how happy my friends and I would get when the bus we had been waiting for an hour or so finally arrived. Afterwards, I am forced to remember Harry's, the famous senior bar on campus, and all the times I had to stand in line for hours on end in the bitter cold just to get inside.

Then, as I reflect on my final two weeks there, my mind always circles back to you and your striking friends, who somehow always manage to get there before me, getting your IDs checked or on one of those smoke breaks in front of the bar. You, staring intently at your phone, ignoring your friends who are clearly drunk out of their minds. You, laughing with your Guinness pint on your left hand. You, simply standing, but somehow stealing the show. 

It was only that one night in early December when I first realized how pretty you were, as you talked to the tall bouncer, who surprisingly was still smaller than you. What are the chances that I happen to like pretty things?

The memory of Harry's small and sticky dance floor remains vivid in my thoughts. Despite its shortcomings, it's where I experienced some of the funniest things—like the first time we had a casual interaction. My friend, who is your neighbor, greeted you and mentioned that she had seen you shopping for school merchandise the other day. You replied that you realized that but weren't too sure, so you didn't say hi. Then my friend laughed because the same thing had happened to her, and because of that, I laughed too since I was with her. Now that I think about it, I vaguely remember thinking that you have beautiful eyes when I saw you that day.

And I know, for sure, that I wasn't the only one who shared that opinion. My friends, for example, all think so too. I’m pretty sure the different girls you had clinging to you every night I met you at the bar probably think you’re quite dashing as well. Can’t blame them. Because when I saw the scene, I wished it was me dancing in your arms under the cheap fluorescent light.  But I never got that; the closest I came was just singing with you, and even then, it wasn’t just us two.

I think it was after the makeshift graduation ceremony that marked the conclusion of our exchange program. Many of us exchange students flooded Harry’s that night, celebrating something I didn’t know then, and still don’t know now because I thought there was nothing to be happy about, and the idea of leaving campus for good was heartbreaking. Perhaps that night I was recognizing how I managed to make a home out of that Midwest town.

At some point throughout the night, the DJ started playing Piano Man by Billy Joel, and I found myself singing—or rather, screaming—“Bill, I think this is killing me," with you. We exchanged the silliest, largest grins as our right hands hugged our friends and our left hands clutched our drinks; you with your mug because it was a Mug Night, and me with my shot glass. Just like that, I was gone. My attention and mind were no longer mine to control—instead, they belonged to you.

I couldn’t care less that you’re notorious for being a womanizer.

Even when George mentioned that 9 out of 10 times you came to the pizza place, it was always with different girls, I still couldn’t care less. Especially when he continued to add that you’re sweet and he always found it pleasant to chat with you. You see, I trust him, and I value his words because George has always been kind to me and my friends. One time, when we stayed out so close to closing time because we were so drunk, he didn’t really mind and even sent us home with a box of free pizza.

So, when one night our paths intersected and you said that you’d be more than happy to show me around because during the short time you were there, you’d seen most of the town already, I genuinely considered taking you up on that offer.

But I’m too timid when I’m in love, apprehensive when I’m excited, and reticent when I truly want something. Hence, when I finally gave you my response, you had boarded your return flight.

I have to be content with just knowing the color of your iris, that you always order beer, and that you stand as tall as the door to our favorite bar. I suppose the knowledge of how you lived and walked the campus during that fall semester wasn't mine to hold onto. But, to be honest, whenever I hear the name of that town while going about my day here, I can't help but hope for the chance to uncover everything there is to know about you. Yet, I don't know how to make it happen, because you're already just another name in my phone book in less than a year.

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[peejsocks]

so i was writing the jealous bam hc and i couldn’t help myself, here’s more bam smut

disclaimers/tags: smut. very graphic, if you’re not into it please skip it. female reader. bathroom fucking. jealous bam.

A night out in West Chester is never that promising, but your friends manage to make it as memorable as possible.

Standing between Dunn and Raab, you’re leaning on the stained wall watching Tim and a random middle-aged (very drunk) woman butcher a Willie Nelson song on this karaoke bar.

“Do you think he tries to make out with her at the end for ten bucks?”

Ryan’s arms are crossed as he leans over to you.

“Isn’t that her husband on the table in the corner? He’ll get decked in the face.”

Raab laughs. “Do it, dude.”

You watch blonde curls shake on the way to the dingy stage, pulling out a ten dollar bill and whispering in the boy’s ear.

Tim seems to take the challenge, and Ryan couldn’t be happier.

Chris and you are already shaking with laughter when Bam comes around to hand you his pool stick.

“Your turn.”

Dico is matching your playful western duel pose when the corner of your eyes catch a familiar tall silhouette walking into the bar.

Yellow graphic tee screaming in contrast of red chuck taylors is all the confirmation you need.

“No way.” Turning in the door’s direction, you shove the pool stick back into Bam’s hands. All heads follow your movement. “Knoxville!”

Tanned face and sunglasses inside, his head shoots up and you walk right into his open arms.

“How you doin’, darling?”

It was harmless teasing, both of you having a flirty routine that was never serious.

He laughs boisterously, shooting back that he’s trying to get as “firm” as you.

He laughs boisterously, shooting back that he’s trying to get as “firm” as you.

Johnny makes his rounds greeting the boys.

“Thought you were coming tomorrow?”

Bam’s words surprise you, not aware Knoxville was supposed to come at all.

“Figured I’d surprise y’all.”

“Great timing, Ryan dared Tim to make out with that married lady on stage.”

Raab’s excitement to see his friend possibly get punched is contagious, and you chuckle.

“Yeah, he even said he’ll pick a romantic song for them to sing next to, and I quote, get her in the mood.”

You look to the stage to see Tim cooing in the woman’s ear, probably trying to convince her about singing a second song.

Bam tries to remind you it’s your turn with the stick, but you’re already sitting on the arm of the old couch waiting for Johnny to return from the bar.

“Even together, we’re not beating DiCamillo, we both know that.”

It might be your imagination, but Bam looks disappointed and slightly peeved. He stares at you too long, still holding out the wooden pole, before walking away silently.

Nursing two Heinekens, Knoxville hands you a bottle and sits down next to you.

Your talk is animated, looking down at the relaxed man from your small elevated position and giggling at his jokes.

After a hearty laugh, hand on his chest, he asks. “How are things with you and Bam?”

Sighing, you take a swig of your beer.

“We had a weird argument earlier, and he’s gone quiet on me. Now I don’t know where things are.”

Your eyes are trained on the condensation running down the glass, fighting the urge to look at the topic of your conversation.

“This transition from friends to something more is tough.”

“I told you, doll.” Johnny sniffles, pushing the RayBans up his nose with his middle finger. “Do you regret it?”

“No.” Not even a little bit. “I’m just scared he does.”

You know Bam, he wouldn’t say anything. He would just wait for one of you to fuck up irreversibly.

“Well, he’s watching us like a rabid pig under the Tennessee sun on a Thursday, so I don’t think he does.”

Alcohol almost sprays out of your nose with Johnny’s sentence, your head moving back so you can laugh better.

His hand comes up to your throat, the back of it wiping the beer trickling down when you question him, appalled. “Where do you hear that stuff?”

Your friend has no time to answer because Raab interrupts, announcing Tim is about to finish his act.

Everyone gets up and gathers to see if he’s going to go forward with the dare.

No one in the entire bar is matching your stupid anticipation, but they certainly look up when the woman on stage gets spun around and dropped, Tim’s lips narrowly missing hers.

Quickly, the bearded older fellow in the corner table gets up and starts yelling.

“Oh, God.”

Tim is predictably having to fight off a drunken pissed husband, and the guys spring into action, half giggling half tense.

Not like you were planning to participate, but hands pulling your body the other way surprise you.

Looking back, you recognize Bam’s long black coat. He’s taking advantage of the commotion to drag you away and into a bathroom.

The door locks behind him.

“What are you doing? Tim-”

“Will be fine.” His voice is deep, and you feel nervous. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Protesting, you shake your head. “What are you talking about?”

“You really think I wouldn’t see it? Or maybe you did, and that’s what you were doing.” You don’t give in, still confused, and he mocks you. “Batting your eyelashes at Johnny. It’s ridiculous! Oh my, you’re so big, are you going to the gym?”

An unhelpful snort slips out from your lips. He doesn’t like that.

“Jesus, Bam. Don’t be a child. We’re playing.”

“And who told you that you can ‘play’ with my friends?”

He steps closer, forcing you to walk back into something. Noticing it was the ladies room, you realize it’s a changing station. If things are going where you think they’re going, this is kind of fucked up.

Against your better judgement, you push.

“Who’s gonna tell me I can’t?”

As imagined, Bam puts his hands on your hips and shoves you backwards, not waiting before enveloping your lips in his.

The kiss is needy and angry, with you reciprocating in the same vein.

It’s a loud kiss, saliva smearing your chin when Bam pushes your mouth open so his tongue can slide in. Nearly painful, your brain is asking you to consider that your jaw can’t open that much.

Your hands are still by your sides, hanging onto the marble surface but not for long.

Boldly, Bam grabs your right hand and sets it on the bulge poking through his jeans. His hips falter a little.

Putting the smallest distance between your mouths, your tongue licks his teeth provocatively.

“What are you trying to communicate here, Bammy?”

“Don’t call me that. Not when you were turning into a puddle thirty seconds ago over Knoxville.”

He sounds truly bitter, ready to punish you. It’s delightful.

“You’re the most delusional boy I’ve ever met.”

You’re laughing at him.

“Take off your dress.”

Bam’s hands settle under your thighs, helping you hop onto the spacious counter. He aids in pushing the black little piece you were wearing over your head, leaving you completely naked.

“No underwear?”

He sounds angry. How dare you be so immodest?

“What’s the point? I knew I was gonna end up here, just didn’t know with who.”

You’re playing into it, excitement running through your veins.

His eyebrows shoot up, blue eyes fiery.

Fingers locking underneath your knees, he pulls you forward into another sloppy kiss.

This one is more transparent, teeth ripping into the flesh of your bottom lip. It’s a direct response to your instigating words.

Your hands move from his hair to his dress shirt, threatening to unbutton it further but Bam moves away.

“Please?”

“No.”

Right, this is for him, not you.

Looking into your eyes, Bam’s palm makes light contact with your pussy, and you suck a breath in through gritted teeth.

Hands holding onto his shoulders, fingernails digging deep.

You lift your hips slightly so he can get better access, and his hand brushes you agonizingly slow. It still makes you shudder.

For a brief moment of tenderness, Bam pecks your lips, and your eyes close.

He takes the opportunity to quickly lick his fingers and insert two of them inside you.

A whimper escapes you after the rushed intrusion. Bam actually shushes you.

Heat travels from head to toe, and your reality dawns on you. Sitting on a baby’s changing station, completely naked, being fingered by one of your best friends.

His lips touch yours again, and he tastes like malted whisky.

One of his hands flies to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, when his fingers start moving in and out of you.

Your ab muscles flex, a moan cut short by your stubbornness.

He’s too quiet, before adding a thumb pressing your clit into the mix.

Picking up the pace out of nowhere, your nails leave marks on his skin as you can hardly contain your noises.

Fingers now shooting in and out, arching inside, and thumb moving rapidly, Bam decides to speak.

“Darling. Doll. Sweetheart.” He’s a little tipsy, speech slurred. You feel bad for thinking it’s attractive, blaming mostly the resentment in the back of his throat. “Is that what you like to hear?”

Biting your lip, he manages to pull the truth out of you.

“No.”

“Then why do you basically spread your legs when he’s around?”

Fuck, you can feel yourself tightening around Bam’s fingers.

“I don’t.” He scoffs. “Call it what it is, Margera. You’re just jealous.”

Terrible mistake.

You’re hit with the most frustrating cold sensation of Bam’s fingers slipping out of you abruptly.

He wastes no time, however, squeezing the sides of your thighs until your skin is red.

“Don’t move.”

You swallow, obedient.

Eyes following his movements as he unbuckles the Heartagram belt and starts undoing his jeans.

Pulling the pants down to his ankles, he looks so good already, only in tight black boxer briefs.

But when tattooed hands pull a swollen leaking dick out, your own beg to touch it.

Bam stops you, though. Extending his palm in front of your face so you can spit on it, before closing it around himself.

You watch the slow pumps attentively, ears flooded with the delicious sound of your drool coating the visible veins jumping out along his shaft.

Suddenly, a hand on your chin forces you to look at Bam.

It’s hard not to squirm under his look, blue eyes dilated. Long lashes, dark curls unkempt, plump lips.

You only wish you could see his tattoos as well.

“Jesus, let your lip go, you look pathetic.” He’s referring to the strong bite you’re taking of your bottom lip at the moment. And you probably do look embarrassingly deprived.

The hand on your chin moves to caress your cheek in another small moment of affection.

“I’m gonna edge you so hard your eyes will be watering.”

God, you hope he keeps up that promise.

Bam lets go of his own cock, now his turn to spit on your pussy.

One look up, asking if you’re ready, and you nod.

Your grip on his shoulders is the only thing that keeps you from falling apart when his dick finally slides inside.

All the tension and build up have you extremely sensitive, core already throbbing out of your control.

You cry out.

“Bam, fuck’s sake.”

His hands wrap around your ass, and he begins to move, helping himself while angling you on him.

You’re so tensed up, holding on for life, foreheads touching.

When he slips out slowly, the image of your juices covering him is pornographic. You can’t look away.

Sliding in again, Bam finally lets out a sound, grunting for a few seconds, so hard his voice almost cracks. It makes you so happy.

He instructs you to lean back on the marble counter, simultaneously wrapping your legs around his waist.

One of his hands holds your back, while the other is busy playing with your clit again.

You’re really having a tough time keeping it down.

“Don’t be shy with me. You know no one can give it to you this good, don’t waste it.”

He is starting to pick up the pace with his thrusts, and you have no choice but to believe his words.

The sound of wetness and flesh hitting flesh fill the bathroom, somehow audible over the buzzing in your ears.

It’s overwhelming, you can’t fight back your moans anymore.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” Bam’s words are almost incomprehensible, the boy also struggling to keep up with his own rhythm. “Not supposed to. Guess I have to give it to you harder.”

You don’t have time to prepare before Bam starts slamming into you, feeling the tip of his head hitting your cervix.

After a couple more seconds, you can sense that tightness overcoming again.

Trying to warn him, words are pulled away from you when Bam removes himself completely. Your insides are screaming with the lack of contact.

“What are y-“

His lips crash against yours, tongue forcing its way down your throat. You whimper in pleasure. Or pain, same thing.

Inches away, he starts to explain himself.

“I told you.” Understanding immediately, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your swollen nub, both of you shuddering again. “I’m gonna edge you until you cry, doll.”

If he’s being literal, you might be lucky, because tears are already pooling at the waterline of your eyes.

Another kiss that lasts only a second, interrupted by Bam pushing the tip inside, just a little.

You’re actually so tender that it is enough to force a tear to run down your cheek.

His thumb wipes it for you.

Your eyes open to find Bam looking at you, serious, before his own orbits redirect to your connected bodies.

His right hand now holds his cock, aligning it the best he can to make sure he’s hitting you in the right spot before moving further inside.

Just a few more inches, and a strained moan comes out from both of you in synch.

This is the most in tune you’ve ever felt with anybody.

“You’re too fucking tight, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

It’s the first moment of niceness, and it feels almost out of place.

“I can take it, please.”

With a lick of his lips, Bam commits and pushes the rest of his head in you.

When that’s done, he takes a minute to make sure you’re alright but goes right back into thrusting his entire length into you rapidly, as deep as he can.

God, you’re not gonna last.

“I’m gonna-”

“It’s okay.”

So you brace yourself, hugging Bam’s back and bringing your body closer to him, completely attached.

His cock twitches inside whilst his head is hitting your G-spot repeatedly, and your orgasm is explosive.

The whole room goes a little dark and you’re seeing stars.

You’re trying to figure out why you can’t catch your breath when you realize that Bam is still going as hard as before.

Brows furrowed, mouth still open, you’re distracted watching this pretty boy fuck you into oblivion.

His own climax hits not too much later, loud moaning reverberating off the walls.

You want to say something, but there’s close to no air in your lungs.

That’s when you notice Bam is not slowing down, in fact, his pace is the same and his hand is back to working your clit.

He’s not only edging you, he’s overstimulating you.

“Bam, Jesus fucking Christ, you don’t have to.”

“Shut the fuck up, you had this coming.”

At the end of the sentence, he pushes his head up to your cervix again, and your entire body tenses up.

Everything is tingling.

His eyes search yours to make sure you’re okay with this, and he’s not hurting you.

Your response is to moan out his name.

One hand still focused on rubbing you, the other comes up to flick your nipple and you’re so glad he remembered your tits. His mouth is quick to start leaving hickeys around them too.

Tugging on his hair, you find the strength to roll your hips into his.

There are tears coming out from both of your eyes now, your face moist with them.

Soon, you’re feeling that knot in your stomach one more time.

“Bam, it’s coming again, I swear.”

He laughs into your chest, tongue licking your breast.

“I got you.”

Adjusting his posture and putting his hands back around your ass, he pulls you impossibly flush to him. It’s like he’s fucking up into you now.

Your arms wrap around his neck, one hand refusing to let go of his locks.

Two thrusts like that and you’re coming again, whole body shaking.

Of course Bam rides you a few more extra times, really driving his point home, that he could do what he wanted.

But he actually shows some mercy now, deciding it’s enough for one night.

He stops thrusting, setting you back down on the counter, but doesn’t take himself out of you.

The two of you sit in silence, inside of each other, soaking up in the blissful aftermath.

Bam lifts his shirt to dry your face, and you finally get a look at his lovely tattoos, smiling to yourself.

He clears your face of the strands of hair sticky from sweat and kisses your forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm.” Hands around his face, you pull him into a shy kiss.

“Are you gonna fuck me like this every time we fight and slash or Johnny is in the other room?”

“Behave and I won’t have to.”

“That’s the worst encouragement I’ve ever heard for behaving.”

He laughs out loud.

The bastard has the audacity to wink at you.

Hopping off, Bam helps you clean up and get dressed.

Leaving the bathroom, you’re surprised to find all of your friends not kicked out of the bar, in fact still playing pool.

They all stare at the two of you, and you’re ready to spit out the least believable excuse when Bam grabs your hand. Everyone sees it.

Taking it, you let him lead, hiding your blushing cheeks and cheesy smile behind his shoulder.

He drops on the couch, pulling you down with him, over his lap.

Hand on top of your leg, he can’t help himself.

“So, Knoxville.” Bam starts and you cough. “How many times did DiCamillo beat your ass?”

“Counting three.”

“Good.”

Johnny shoots a knowing smile your way, and you roll your eyes, undeniably amused.

#jackass fanfic #bam margera x reader

[barovianchickenandwaffles]

Barovian Tales: Elven Knights and Summer Misery

So, there I was one quiet Tuesday, wondering if business would pick up when I got a letter.

Usually such letters are bills, notice of collections, lawsuits, or (gulp) a summons to Castle Ravenloft. But this was different. It was a letter from the Dusk Elves of Vallaki.

Dear “Uncle” Oleksii,

We hope this letter finds you well, and that business is good. (Ha, if they only knew) We request your presence at our community as soon as possible. Please cookingware and ingredients, and be prepared for some cooking.

We believe you will find this worth your time.

Warm regards,

Tharivol Moonglow

Huh. Now that’s something. Elves, for some reason, tend not to like my cuisine no matter how much lard I bake into it. They prefer “healthier food” with “more vegetables”.

Further, my short-lived business venture in Sithicus went down in flames (literally) when Elven rebels there rose up in revolt.

So, why now?

Well, a business opportunity is a business opportunity. I packed my gear and set out.

The trip to Vallaki was miserable and creepy.

First, that weird, faceless creature that haunts the outskirts of the village, and sings in a warbly voice, followed me silently for an hour outside town. Shudder.

Then, the old hags selling dream pies had a lemonade stand by the road. I knew better than to consume their wares, but then they insisted I listen to their business presentation. They wanted to sell me membership in a “Vacation Club” with time-allocated property in Kartakas. No thank you. I may have a 4th grade education but I ain’t that dumb.

Thankfully, I didn’t even have to go into Vallaki proper, just the outskirts. Too many bad memories after my betrothed was eaten by an enormous frog monster there.

I pulled my donkey wagon to the elf village just south. It’s about the closest thing to a lovely spot in Barovia (which is saying a lot) and it’s a shame I don’t come more often.

As I approached a tall, thin elf was waiting for me. This must be Tharivol Moonglow.

“Greetings Master Oleksii, and welcome,” he said in a falsetto voice, “please leave your cart here and follow me up the hill.”

I did as requested and we strode up toward the center of the village. “Your timing was impeccable.”

“Oh?” I said, suddenly getting a bad feeling.

There I saw the elf houses arranged in a ring around a common grounds in the middle. At the grounds were two sets of tables, and a makeshift hearth for cooking.

And there, smiling at me smugly was none other than Vlad, owner of Barovian Wieners and Pancakes, my rival.

“Hello Oleksii,” he said.

“Hello Vlad,” I grumbled.

“And hello to both you losers,” said a voice that sent chills down my spine.

I turned and saw him: Rahadin, the right-hand of the Devil Strahd.

“Look if this is about that kickback I sent you last week, I had no idea those coins were slugs. Honest.”

Rahadin chuckled, “we’ll discuss that later,” he said.

I couldn’t hear half of what he said over the creepy aura of screaming voices around him, but as far as I could figure, Rahadin invited us both for a cook-off. Elves don’t usually eat fried chicken, wieners, or hotcakes. Instead, we’d be asked to cook three dishes based on a random selection of ingredients, and the Dusk Elves would be the judges. The winner would have a charter, signed by Strahd himself, to open a shop in Vallaki. Not bad for business.

The ingredients were:

An assortment of vegetables from the Elves

Wheat flour

Salt

Eggs

Spice from some faraway land that smelled of curry.

Dried noodles from another land

Finally, a slab of 100% all-Barovian “mystery meat”

We were given 1 hour to come up with three dishes.

“May the best chef win… me,” taunted Vlad.

“If it turns out anything like your food, I’ll be in Vallaki in no time,” I shot back.

“Yeah, well, in your dreams Oleksii.”

Nice comeback, Vlad.

I stood at my grill and noticed a large glass vial with some kind of oily fluid in it with the words “Vegetable” and “Oil”.

I yelled over to the judges, “is this some kind of joke? Vegetable … oil?”

You haven’t seen a facepalm until you’ve seen an elven facepalm. Better yet, an entire panel of them.

It was a fast, intense hour. I poured my heart and, er, “soul” into my cooking, using my years of experience. My Babusya would have been slightly proud of me. She might have even nodded in acknowledgement.

When at last time was up, we stepped back and offered our dishes to the judges. Vlad was first. He presented some dishes I hadn’t seen before and I was bewildered. Where did he learn to cook such things. The judges chewed thoughtfully, but it was hard to read their faces.

Next was my turn. I lifted the cover on my dishes and was greeted by a gasp from the judges.

“You cooked … waffles … and fried chicken?” inquired Rahadin. To be honest, all I heard was:

(Scream, mumbles) cooked (more screams and mumbles) fried (screams)?”

“Yes?”

“Out of all the ingredients?” said a similarly stunned Tharivol.

“Um, yeah, wasn’t that I was supposed to do?”

I made cabbage waffles with deep-fried mystery meat, dried curry noddle waffles with fried mystery meat, and deep fried turnip waffles with fried mystery meat.

I know, like, 2 recipes only.

Three days later I was back in Barovia without a charter. I got bonus points for somehow converting dried noodles into waffles, but otherwise no win.

Further I managed to ruin the mood of the contest after making a passing joke about needing some lady elves around there to pretty up a “batchelor pad” like their village. Awkward.

When I came back, I learned that Rahadin and his goons had been around and filled my entire office, from floor to ceiling, with metal slugs as “payback”, and my lockbox had been broken into. That’d cost me about three weeks worth of earnings, never mind how long it would take to clean out the office.

Later, I found out that Vlad’s new restaurant went under after some customers were eaten by an enormous frog monster, and the rest were flogged by Baron Vallakovich for not being happy about it.

I sipped my bitter, bland Barovian Chicken and Waffles-brand coffee as I looked out the window thoughtfully.

Just another week in Barovia.

The End

p.s. thanks for all the positive feedback on the last story. It is appreciated. Also check out an older story I wrote last year.

#ravenloft #dnd #ttrpg #barovia #tumblrloft #d&d #dungeons and dragons #waffles #life in barovia #barovian tales #curse of strahd

[sofyachy]

Let's say Good Omens Season 3 ends with Aziraphale and Crowley becoming mortal. They are born on Earth to human parents, learning how to walk, talk, and experience life without knowledge of the other.

One day, a six-year-old blond boy is facing down a gang of older bullies when another boy with bright red hair zooms in between them on a motorized scooter. The other boy is also six years old and barely tall enough to see over the handlebars, but he snarls at the bullies and threatens to kick their arses. Surprisingly, it's enough of a bluff to make them give up and find something else to do.

"You all right?" The boy with the scooter asks.

"Y-yes, I think so," the blond boy answers, and stands up, dusting himself off. He's never liked getting his clothes dirty.

"I'm Tony," the redhead says. He holds out his hand.

"Ozzie," the blond boy answers, shaking his hand.

"What, like Ozzie Osborne?" Tony grins. "Wicked!"

Ozzie frowns. "It's not wicked!"

Tony raises his eyebrows. "It's not?"

Ozzie shakes his head. "If you must know, I was named after my Uncle Osmond. Only my mum says I'm not ready to grow into a name like that yet, so everyone calls me Ozzie."

Tony gives Ozzie an impressed look, though Ozzie wonders if maybe the redhead is just humoring him. "S'alright," he answers, "you look more like an angel than a metalhead anyway."

"Oh."

"Wanna lift?"

Ozzie looks dubiously at the scooter. "On that?"

"Sure!" Tony moves his feet to the front of the kick board. "Climb on behind me and hold on."

"Hold on to what?" Ozzie asks, stepping on behind him. He reaches for the handlebars, but it's an awkward angle and he's too short to get any leverage.

"You can hold on to me," Tony says. They take off, Ozzie's arms wrapped tightly around Tony's torso like a limpet, speeding down the road of their quiet little English village.

Ozzie can't help but scream when Tony narrowly misses a mailbox. "You're going too fast!" he cries, and buries his face on Tony's shoulder. Tony just grins and scoots them on down the road.

Since then, the two are inseparable -- save only when Tony is grounded (a not infrequent occurrence). They go on little adventures together in their neighborhood. Tony has taken to calling Ozzie Angel, and Ozzie doesn't mind. In fact, he secretly likes it. It's great fun, they both think, having each other as a best friend.

When they're nine years old, Ozzie sits next to Tony's hospital bed and reads to him. Tony crashed his scooter and can't do much else but listen, what with both arms broken and a leg in traction. Tony wrinkles his nose impatiently, and Ozzie gets the hint and scratches it for him. Tony sighs in relief.

It's a rainy day when they're both twelve, taking refuge from the bad weather in Ozzie's treehouse. Ozzy can see Tony's agitated about something, but he can't think what.

"Angel, I've been thinking," Tony says. He fidgets nervously. "How long have we known each other? Six who-ole years!" He waves his hand in agitation. Ozzie nods patiently, giving him the space to say what he needs to say. Six years was a very long time -- half their lives, in fact.

"I can always rely on you. You can always rely on me. We're a team! A group! And we could be -- we could be --" Tony's voice cracks.

Ozzie reaches forward and takes Tony's hand in both of his. Tony shudders in surprise.

"We could be us," Ozzie finishes for him. He smiles gently and plants a small, delicate kiss on Tony's cheek.

"Well, yeah." Tony smiles back. It's a more bashful smile than he's ever smiled before.

And so they continue growing up together, this time as boyfriends. Their adolescence is filled with awkward school dances, high school drama, sneaking off to find moments when they can be alone together, getting grounded when they're out too late, or when, surprisingly, Ozzie's grades slip below his usually stellar record. They meet up in the village park at night and lie on a blanket together, gazing up at the stars and listening to the nightingales sing.

Their relationship is tested when they're accepted into different colleges. It's hard, especially since they have spent almost all of their time together since they were six, but they call and text each other every day and make plans to meet in London on as many weekends as they can.

Everyone tells them that it can't last. People change as they get older, they're both told. Don't expect him to stick around forever. But despite the odds, neither one of them has any interest in exploring other relationships. When asked, they can't explain it. "I'm strictly Tonysexual," Ozzie tells them.

On one of their trips to London, Ozzie drags Tony into a vintage clothing shop. He practically squeals over an old cream-colored coat. "Would you look at this! Isn't it beautiful?" He slips his arms into the sleeves and spins around in delight. Tony can't answer that question honestly without ruining that gorgeous smile on his boyfriend's face, so he settles for stoic supportive mode.

"And this bow tie! Can you believe it?" Tony doesn't even have any reservations about shelling over the money. He's never shared Ozzie's love of vintage, but he'd do anything to keep that smile brighter than the sun.

No one is surprised when Ozzie finishes his library science degree and gets a job in the rare book archive at his university. Tony summons the willpower to get through law school and pass the bar. He's never been keen on studying, but he's found that he likes arguing cases, and it pays well enough for him to take care of his angel, which is all he's ever wanted.

They get married with all their friends and family present. It's cliches, but they both think of it as the best day of their lives. They buy a house, and over the next few years, they're joined by two cats, a dog, and a baby girl they name Muriel. It's a blur of domestic activity, and it's not always pretty -- there are fights over dirty clothes on the floor, whose turn it is to change the nappy, cleaning up after the cat barfs on the sofa. Their dinner dates get less frequent as parenthood saps them of their energy after work.

But they make up and move forward. The moments of joy they share over family picnics and first steps are enough to help them forget the bad times.

"I'm sure it's fine," Ozzie tells an angry Tony, who is sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed. Ozzie can practically see steam coming out of his ears. "But I suppose it is awfully late, isn't it? Should we have some tea?"

"Hrmph," Tony grunts.

The front door cracks open, and a teenage girl tries to slip quietly into the house and up the stairs without being noticed.

"You're LATE," Tony seethes. The girl freezes. She turns to them with a nervous grin.

"Oh, hi, Daddy, hi, Papa, I didn't think you'd still be up. I didn't want to wake you."

Ozzie sighs. Tony leaps up.

"Young lady, do you have any idea what time it is?! We told you to be home by ten o'clock sharp! Now go to your room -- you're grounded until college!"

Muriel bursts into tears. "Oh Daddy, you're so mean!" With that, she runs off to her room.

The years continue to slip by. Muriel goes off to college (she was not, in fact, grounded until then). And then she's getting married, and Ozzie and Tony are both proud and devastated at losing their little baby girl. Then grandkids come into the picture, and they find they're happy to entertain the kids for a few hours and give them back to Muriel at the end of the day. Tony particularly takes delight in getting them all sugared up and then giving them loud, obnoxious toys to take home. The worst of this is at the twins' fourth birthday party, when twenty-four children each get a kazoo.

Ozzie and Tony eventually retire. They expect this to give them more time to do all the tings they put off while they were working -- and in a way, it does, but they manage to fill up their schedules with world travel and volunteering for various charities and the occasional vintage auto show.

They're eighty-five when Ozzie faints as they exit the theater. They had been seeing a play on the West End. An ambulance rushes them both to the nearest hospital. The doctors discover a grapefruit-sized tumor next to his colon. The next two years are a mess of doctor's appointments and treatments. Tony wants to go for the most aggressive options possible, but at Ozzie's age, the doctors refuse to take those risks.

Tony is beside himself with worry. It's a special kind of hell, watching the love of his life get progressively weaker and sicker, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. But Ozzie takes it all with the patience of a saint. He never misses an opportunity to tell Tony how much he loves him.

Tony hangs on for another three years after his angel slips away. He'd have much rather gone sooner, because what's the point, but there is Muriel and a team of nurses who shuffle him around the retirement home and make sure he's taking his pills. And he answers all their care with pure cantankery, grumbling and snarling that he doesn't want any more prunes, and he will absolutely hit them in the head with this bedpan if they try to pick him up again.

"Tony," a familiar voice finally calls to him, rousing him from sleep.

"Hmm?"

"Crowley."

He opens his eyes. His angel is back, and more beautiful than ever, no longer sick or frail with age.

Aziraphale smiles at him. "Crowley, it's time to come home." He holds out his hand, and Tony takes it.

His hand's not withered and wrinkled anymore, either. For that matter, he's not Tony anymore. He's not a demon, either. He doesn't know what he is, but it doesn't matter.

"I've missed you, angel," he sighs.

"And I you." Aziraphale gazes warmly at him.

And just like that, they're together again. A Team. Them.

"Right," Crowley says, "what do we do now?"

"Well, I hear Alpha Centauri is quite nice at this time of year. Shall we?" He gestures forward.

"You know, I've always wanted to go there."

"I do know."

And with that, they both spread big, wide wings and fly toward the stars.

#good omens #fanfic #I think I might have gotten carried away with this one #why am i crying

[niemernuet]

Where's that post about tumblr moots gracefully ignoring it when you're going through another unhinged phase when you need it? Anyway, thanks for letting me exist.

Rating: E pairing: Franjo von Allmen/Arnaud Boisset characters: Franjo von Allmen, Arnaud Boisset length: 1'500 words warning: pwp

Probably the biggest irony in life is how little a person can really learn from someone else’s experience. Arnaud remembers Justin’s bitterness a few years ago. He was still sitting at the kids’ table at the club championships then, sipping at a sickly-sweet ice cooler while across the room the older members stacked empty wine bottles as high as they could.

“Nobody fucking cares. They say they do, they promise they’ll look out for you when you come back, but it’s all a lie. You’re forgotten as soon as you’re out of their sight.”

Back then, Arnaud was at the very beginning of his career, done with school, armed with impressive results from youth championships, and ready to take on the whole world to fight for his place. He would not turn out like Justin.

Silence falls over the small garden of their chalet as the rest of the team disappears one after the other. Arnaud has pretended to follow them inside but now he stops by the door, and looks out into the night again. The bottle of beer in his hand is empty, the condensation on the glass has long since dried. When he leans against the weathered wood of the house he can feel the crinkly foil move in the pocket of his jeans. 

And now that Justin is singing an entirely different tune and is literally the life of every party, Arnaud finally agrees with his assessment from back then. People don’t care, especially people who hold your future in their hands. Sport is a business, and at the end of the day who you know matters more than what you do. 

Of course, Arnaud’s personality prevents him from shouting the anger in his heart from the rooftops; unlike Justin he bottles up his rage. He hides behind a shield of easy composure and good-natured humor, even as he prepares for another year on the second rung with only empty promises for the future.

In the house, someone turns off the light in the kitchen, dousing the patio where Arnaud is standing in darkness. Only further ahead the light shining out of the open windows on the first floor illuminates the sickly grass. Ralph is calling his family, his voice sometimes closer, sometimes further away as he walks through his room. A TV is babbling faintly from somewhere.

Quiet steps approach from the living room, and come to a halt at the threshold. Arnaud can see the bright smile even in the almost-darkness, the corners of his mouth that turn upwards as if drawn by a child, and the eyes that form two mirthful half-moons. 

“Not tired yet?” Franjo whispers.

They have been exchanging looks all week long, furtively in the beginning but soon unashamedly frank. Arnaud knows the weight of these hazel eyes by now, and even though they have known each other for five days he understands when he is happy or tired, or scared like now. Slowly he pushes away from the wall, and puts the bottle on the table in front of him. He does not have to speak, barely has to extend his hand for Franjo to step outside. They are equally tall but Franjo’s shoulders are hunched, and the almost palpable mixture of fear and excitement makes him seem smaller than he is. His breath hitches when their lips touch, and Arnaud follows him as he flinches backwards. Everything about Franjo screams of inexperience, from his palms awkwardly resting against Arnaud’s chest to his lashes fluttering down on his cheeks as he checks again and again whether he is doing things right. 

He is as young as Arnaud was when he listened to Justin’s rant that did not concern him in the slightest. Back then nothing could have made Arnaud admit fear to anyone, not even to himself. A small part in Arnaud’s brain realises it is up to him to recognise when he is going too far but that job gets exceedingly difficult with every flinch, every breathless sigh falling from Franjo’s lips. Arnaud’s kisses are sloppy, his tongue darting over Franjo’s mouth and between his teeth because he just cannot get enough of him, not after that long week watching Franjo in all states of exertion and tight clothes. A first sound, high and barely audible, escapes Franjo when Arnaud’s hand grabs his chin, steadying his head and guiding his movements. He can feel the foil crinkling in  his pocket again when Franjo pushes him back against the wall, and the need pooling in Arnaud’s groin almost sends him to his knees. He needs to bend Franjo over the table and disappear in him entirely, he needs to explore every square inch of Franjo’s body with his lips, he needs to hear more of Franjo’s soft, breathless moans, he needs needs needs.

Above their heads, Elian suddenly bursts out laughing at something, and Franjo jerks out of Arnaud’s touch. His voice is close as he asks whether he should leave the window open. Gilles’ answer comes from deeper in their room, barely more than a soft rumble, and after a few moments, the aged hinges of the window creak as it gets tilted until it rests half-open. Arnaud grins, the rush of excitement surging through his body, and he keeps grinning as he steps to Franjo, and pins him against the table. He takes his head between his hands, losing himself in the big, pleading eyes staring back at him.

“Arnaud, we…” Franjo begins but Arnaud silences him with another kiss.

“Shh,” he whispers, their lips still touching. “We can’t let them hear.”

Another kiss to swallow the choked grunt as Arnaud grinds against Franjo’s rock-hard erection. His eyes are blown wide and as round as his mouth when Arnaud plants the lightest of kisses on his lips, the still obvious fear drowned out by the overwhelming need for Arnaud to go on.

“Quiet now!”

Franjo clings to the edge of the table, his knuckles as white as the stars above them, when Arnaud falls to his knees, and pulls his sweatpants down. His thighs quiver under Arnaud's touch, the muscles taut and protruding, and his dick has leaked dark patches through both layers of fabric. It is still flowing when Arnaud pulls his pants down, and when he rubs his thumb over the head and spreads the wetness all over his shaft, and when his knees almost buckle and the empty bottle on the table topples over.

“Sshhh!” Arnaud giggles, his hands wandering from Franjo’s thigh over his hips and further to his hand clamped to the edge of the table. Franjo is breathing heavily through his nose, and biting down hard on his lip.

“Touch me!” Arnaud whispers, and taps his finger against his unmoving hand. “Come on!”

Slowly, as if under great agony, Franjo manages to unfurl his hand, and Arnaud guides it until it is buried in his hair just right. With a satisfied hum he takes Franjo in his mouth and runs his tongue over the leaky spot. Franjo groans, short and low, the grip around Arnaud’s hair gets tighter, and his hips jerk forward. Arnaud swallows the warm, salty liquid pooling in his mouth, relaxes his jaw to take all of Franjo, and sucks eagerly as his dick hits the back of his tongue. Above him, Franjo is hunched over, the hand gripping Arnaud’s head following his movements with just the tiniest bit of force. Low grunts escape from his throat and he is panting heavily now, his mouth hanging open.

“Arnaud…” he whispers. “Fuck…”

Arnaud hums again. Franjo’s dick is heavy and large in his mouth with still enough left to wrap his hand around the bottom, and the thought about all the things he will do with him once they have more time and more space makes his own abandoned cock twitch. It does not take long, not with a barely twenty-year-old and Arnaud’s skills, before Franjo falls over the edge and with a choked moan comes in spurts. Arnaud swallows eagerly around Franjo’s dick until he pulls back, and slumps against the table. A thin thread of drools keeps connecting them, and Arnaud grins when Franjo, still heaving, wipes his thumb over his wet chin. Slowly he rises from the ground, pressing their bodies together once more even as Franjo flinches back from Arnaud’s lips and the remains of his own spunk in the corners. He grabs Franjo’s hands from his waistband, and holds them by the wrists.

“Not tonight,” he whispers hoarsely against Franjo’s cheek. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be in no shape to get back in a room with Lars.”

Franjo shudders but grinds his hips against Arnaud’s aching dick. “He’s asleep by now, he won’t see me.”

Arnaud snorts softly, combs back the long strands of Franjo’s bangs back, and plants a kiss on his temple. 

“When you hear the shower through the walls in a few minutes, just know that I’m thinking of you.”

Franjo stays glued to the table when Arnaud leaves him, and feels his way through the dark living room. The wrapper in his pocket crinkles again when he climbs the stairs. He runs his fingers over the smooth foil. There will be plenty of time to use it still.

#second fic in as many weeks i am going through it #alpine skiing #franaud #franjo von allmen #arnaud boisset #rpf #text #mine

[steinwayandhissons]

right so i finally have time to sit down and gather my thoughts - today and yesterday were so chaotic and im running on 4 hours of sleep after doing my grade 8 music theory exam today back in london (probably not a good idea in hindsight but oh well) - sorry in advance for the super long post

oh my god this was one of the most surreal, incredible experiences of my life - it was my first ever gig (other than classical music concerts which are a very different experience!) so everything seemed a bit alien (like the waiting times between acts - that shits long af)

first of all, why was the journey 100x more stressful than the exam i had that morning? i hate british trains - a couple of close calls, a cancelled one 😡 but luckily we made it, bought the merch (poster + tshirt - they were extortionate but im a sucker so i let them take my money) and started queuing (also stressful)

we got in and rushed to the front - we were pretty close, but not right at the barrier, had to ask to swap places with some tall people cos im short and waited

finally the mysterines came on, i listen to their music so i knew the songs they played - they were amazing, but the crowd was kinda dead at that point. the hives were also incredible, you could tell they’d been in showbusiness for a while - the crowd interaction and stage presence was crazy and the crowd definitely responded more enthusiastically

then the main course: it was wild as soon as they walked out the crowd went berserk - during the whole concert they were deafening we were all screaming the lyrics and the riffs i could barely hear the monkeys at times, even during the ‘less popular’ songs it was still very loud (although less loud than the popular ones🤨)

a really cute moment in crying lightning after the solo when he mouthed ‘i just made that up’

they played ritz!!!! oh man singing the dadadadadas back to them was unreal, he got really into the instrumental bit, also at the end of the song he swung his guitar like a golf bat

during 4/5 he blew a kiss to the crowd after singing ‘the only time that we stop laughing is to breathe or steal a kiss’ and gestured to jamie like a gentleman who went centre stage for the outro

there was also a little beef going on next to us where a lady and her obnoxious son started pushing people cos they spilled their drinks, but they got reported and left 😬

mardy bum and fluo made me tear up, i was just basking in the feeling that i was there seeing them in person after all this time following the setlists and each of the concerts virtually and I WAS ACTUALLY THERE at one of the shows like the ones i tracked

there was a beautiful piano interlude before high - i think he was singing “im fucking warmed up now” with a little giggle it was very cute also his voice 🙏 ascending to the heavens

perfect sense was PERFECT! he got out the acoustic and me and my sister were both sobbing my heart couldn’t take it - i posted a video where you can definitely hear a sniff and some cry-singing

when the mirrorball came down during mirrorball i literally lifted my hands and praised the gods for whoever was responsible for creating this man and this band, and they kept it for 505 (he did the neck thing!)

oh my god the body paint outro was fucking insane i was literally standing there in awe as they went off

also after they left before the encore i was terrified they weren’t going to play sculptures cos that’s what happened at i think the last gig so me and my sister were literally manifesting and praying and THEY DID!!!! in the video i took you can literally hear me saying holy shit and celebrating (should i post it and do a voice reveal… also if i do post it you can hear me singing along at the beginning it sounds so bad i swear normally i can sing in tune but i literally could not hear myself it was so powerful)

finally dancefloor and r u mine were bangers, crowd went crazy again

it was funny that you could instantly recognise the tiktok fans by the difference between when 505 played vs mirrorball for example. there was also this tall guy who was standing next to us and slowly started migrating in front of us during the course of the show and he was just there didn’t sing along to any songs didn’t put his arms in the air - the contrast between me screaming all the lyrics to pretty visitors (yes that was my time to shine) and him just standing there 🤷‍♀️ like that’s embarrassing at this point could never be me

also regarding the people who didn’t like how they couldn’t sing along because alex slows the tempo this is absolutely fucking false - he plays with the tempo slightly towards the ends of songs or the ends of sections, which was actually very tastefully done but other than that the tempo was very constant - some songs like teddy picker and pretty visitors were actually even faster than their studio versions

also i was on the tube on my way back and overheard this guy say to someone else that he looked younger than alex (he was 43) - this guy was balding, with greying hair and an almighty dad bod and all i remember thinking is ‘not with that hairline you dont’

but oh man all of them were showstopping - matt truly is an agile beast on the drums, jamie’s solos always slapped, nick was perfect as usual - i was sad i couldn’t see him much from the other side but his blue trousers 🥰, of course alex 1000000% delivered, he was so commanding and mesmerising to watch, despite not having the ostentatious and flamboyant stage presence of say the hives - there was just something inwardly spellbinding and otherworldly about him

anyway i was completely knackered (standing tickets are no joke!) and i had to get up in less than 5 hours for my exam - was completely dead 👍 but this was a complete and utter dream, id been so excited for over 8 months to see them in person. anyways i never want to see another human being ever again god there were enough people there to last a lifetime

also a bit of a ps - it was a bit weird travelling into london again today, i was listening to my playlist on spotify with headphones and every time an am song came up, i felt a bit sick to my stomach, but not in a bad way, it was just because i was hit with the feeling that nothing could ever compare to seeing them live, and the revelation of ‘oh shit i saw them play this song yesterday irl’ kind of rattled me and the fact that it’ll be a few or even more years when they release a new album and tour again and ill never be able to witness this again until then when im so much older was crushing…..

now that it’s over -> yay post concert depression

again sorry for the long post 😭 xxx

#arctic monkeys #the car tour #emirates night 1 #so sorry this is like a fucking essay #alex turner #matt helders #jamie cook #nick o malley

[hazyilluminations]

Emergency meeting

What exactly have led you to this situation? You were standing on the warm late autumn evening behind the school with a mumbling guy in front of you.

"Y/N-san, I've been watching you for several months … The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you sing to yourself, when you think nobody's watching … everything is mesmerizing", he started from afar.

You didn't interfere, as you were determined to figure out, why on Earth would someone be so sure that you were looking for a partner and that he was the one for you.

You have already had a boyfriend. Tall, salty, ridiculously blunt? Yes. But you were perfectly fine with that. You smiled at the thought of how exactly you became a couple right after the match with Shiratorizawa. Then you frowned at the thought of how long you two needed to understand the mutual feelings. That's when you were pulled out of your thoughts.

"Um, are you alright?", the boy was struggling with reading your emotions.

"Yes, sorry about that. What were you saying?".

"I was hoping that we could go out sometime and get to know each other better".

"I am really sorry, but this is impossible", you tried to soothe the bitterness of rejection. "I am already in a happy relationship and I treasure it".

"But they say you are looking for a partner. Did they scam me?!".

"What? Who? I am sorry, I don't quite understand? Can you explain, please?", you furrowed your brows.

"Tanaka and Nishinoya sad you are available".

"Available? Huh? Is this a joke?", you turned and started mincing towards the gym.

"I'm gonna kill these two ***".

"No need. I am going to do it myself. Sorry for that one more time!".

You entered the gym with a pure desire to beat up the matchmakers.

"Oh, hey, Y/N!", Yamaguchi waved. "We are done for today. Tsuki's changing. He comes in a minute".

"What? Ah, yeah. OK. Thanks. Are Tanaka and Noya here?".

"Oh! That's our lucky one! How's your confession? Isn't he a perfect match for you?", Noya and Ryo were almost radiating from how proud they were to find you a perfect couple.

"Who in the Universe told you that I need a boyfriend?", you were almost shouting.

Suga, who actually knew that you and Tsukishima were a thing, he saw you kissing on the stairs right after the reward ceremony, and the other 2nd years were watching the scene in silence.

The things started to take a very interesting turn.

"You told that to your friend the other day", they answered in unison.

"Huh? When? And why were you sneaking up on me?".

"You were looking at the phone and there was a pic of your friend with a boyfriend and a…".

"The dog! There was a picture of a dog, you two crackheads! Oh my God!, you tried not to giggle, but the situation was ridiculous.

"A dog?!", the came to a realization.

"Yeah".

"But was the guy not good? Did he have a bad breath?", they didn't want to cancel their plan of finding you a match.

"W-what? No, no… the guy was ok, I guess, but that's not the point…".

"Ok, Ryo, we need an emergency meeting!".

"Yeah, Noya-san! Chikara, Suga-san, you too!", there was nothing what would stop them at the moment.

The next moment you found yourself sitting in front of a whiteboard with a huge headline "Y/N's ideal type".

"What the heck? Where did you take it?", you tried to process all that was happening.

"So, what your ideal guy should look like?", two pairs of crazy eyes were staring at you, demanding an answer.

"He surely should be 6' 2" at least", Suga exclaimed from aside, grinning.

You inhaled and decided to play along, since you couldn't stop the train of uncontrollable flow of thoughts.

"I do prefer when a guy knows how to use his tongue", you stated and giggled.

"Ah… wha...how...", it was a hilarious pause. You were trying so hard not to crack.

"What I mean is that a man should know how to use words and brain. I like a guy, who can pronounce - Parasaurolophus - at least".

"Para-who?", Noya's face was almost screaming from pain.

"Parasaurolophus", you jumped a bit from hearing the voice of your one and only Dinosaur expert.

"Oh, Tsukishima! Join us, your big brain should help us".

"Help with what exactly?", he was analyzing the situation and what it is got to do with you. Then he saw the headline on the board and frowned.

"Oh, I know one more!", Suga was having a good time,- "he should definitely wear glasses!".

You giggled.

"Yeah, I like the glasses".

"Hm, now I understand why you turned down that guy", Tanaka pondered over for a moment.

"What's next?", Noya asked.

Your phone went vibrating.

Kei

Care to explain?

You

¯_(ツ)_/¯ It is what it is. Just play along 💗

Kei

Why? What is in it for me?

You

You get to see their faces, when they realize we are dating?

And you get to peak the movie for the Friday movie night.

Kei

Deal.

"So, what's next? Hair color?".

"Blonde", you were sitting there like in an interrogating room.

"Eyecolor?".

"Hm. That's a tricky one. I would say hazel, but someone could disagree", you winked at Tsuki, and he rolled his eyes.

Suga was very entertained by this interactive movie, so he pushed further.

"Now tell us about your personality preferences, Y/N-chan", he winked and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, I have a really bad taste in boys", you laughed briefly, trying not to look at your boyfriend, who were visibly annoyed. You could tell that by the growing crease on his forehead. "But I am perfectly fine with that".

"She's just teasing you", Suga tapped Tsukishima on the shoulder.

"Yeah. I know".

"Oh, did I mention, that he should have a good taste in music? That's VERY important, Maybe he should not be so academically involved, though…".

"You are having fun, aren't you?", Tsukishima asked, irritated.

"Am I? This is a big deal, you know. We are talking about my future partner here", you mocked him.

"Can we go already? Didn't you say you want to try that Taiyaki?".

"Oh, and you won't complain?".

"When did I?".

"Um, let me think, the last time at that coffee shop, you annoyed the crap out of me, only because their shortcake was not fluffy enough", you stocked your tongue.

The team was in pure shock. Tanaka and Nishinoya were paralyzed by the little conversation between you two. Sugawara was grinning, and Yamaguchi looked like he had won a lottery. Daichi clearly noticed the change in your interactions, so it was not a big surprise for him.

It is not like you and Tsuki hide your relationship from everyone. It is just that you were content with what you had, not shouting at every corner about your happiness.

Of course, Yamaguchi knew everything, how could he not? He was the first to figure out your mutual attraction and helped his friend to accept the feeling.

"So, Y/N, can we go?", he sounded tired.

"Yes, sure", this time you had no intention to tease him, it was clear he was tired after the training.

"I am sorry, guys. You are the best, but I don't really need a boyfriend. I have already got one ... the perfect one, actually. So, please, no more matchmaking. I don't want to break anyone's heart, because my feelings won't change. I am totally in love", you started to walk towards the door and you could see Tsuki's ears were painted pink.

"I don't understand... wait! Tall, blonde, glasses, bad personality...", Tanaka started to decipher.

"He doesn't have a bad personality, he just isn't that emotionally agitated like you guys", you took Kei's hand, interlocking your fingers and walked out of the gym. He didn't withstand it.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You are dating Tsukishimaaaaaaaaaaa!", the gym burst out with screams. You heard Suga's laughing his guts out and Daichi snapping at all of them.

"Go home, you Sherlock and Watson. And don't you dare to mock those two, or I swear I am going to kill you", Daichi was dead serious.

"Pfft...hahahah. I told you it will be pretty entertaining", you told Tsuki.

"I am glad you had fun", he answered with a slight smile. "Were you serious there?".

"M? About what? You having a bad personality?".

"You are being today incredibly funny", he rolled his eyes. "I meant, you... being in love... with me... ", he mumbled, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"Nah, I was just mocking them", you giggled.

"You are a dork", he stated. "But I guess I love you too".

"Wooow. Tsukishima-san. I guess I love you too. This is a confession, that one receives once in a lifetime. But I can't complain, I'll take it. Kiss me", you stopped and locked your eyes with his.

"We are in the middle of the street".

"Yeah. I know. Who cares?".

"Um... I do?".

"Fine. Let's go, then, the Taiyaki booth will be closed soon", you turned and started to walk.

"Ah, you are one stubborn Kookoo, you know that?", he sighed and surrendered.

"What? I can't hear you. You hurt me right here, in my meow meow", you tried to hold back laughter.

"No, not again with that dorky memes. Come here".

"No. I am dealing with a heart brake here".

"Y/N", he sounded dead serious.

"Yes, Sir. Don't be angry. I am just goofing around. You knew what you were signing for when you kissed me on the night of your glorious triumph… besides, ".

And then he kissed you, gently caressing your jawline. You melted into his touch and he noticed it.

"You are so short, it gives me neck ache every single time".

"Maybe you should stop kissing me, then".

"Yeah. I probably should".

"It is such a shame you can't", you walked over to him and stand on your tiptoes. "Sorry, not sorry". This time, you gave him a peck on the lips. When you were about to break the kiss, he pulled you back.

And you stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the tenderness between the two of you.

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Threesome w/ shin and benkei? i love ur works btw keep up the good work<3

Acceptance: Shinichiro Sano & Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: smut

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Shin's always been one to put himself out there. But lately, there have been too many rejections, too many embarrassments.

His eyes roam around the club, watching his best friends get danced on, whispered to, being desired. And for a brief moment, Shin feels like he'd want the same thing, the need to be noticed gnawing at his inner self. But as he waves away the waitress to his left, he catches your eye. You pat Benkei's shoulder and point surreptitiously back to Shinichiro, who straightens up in his seat at the sudden attention.

Keizo follows your finger, and he smiles widely when his eyes land on him. Crook a finger, beg me to join you.

Keizo stands, telling you something and making you giggle before stalking over to his leader, his blue eyes filled with something Shin can't quite read.

"Yo," the taller man grunts, plopping down next to Shin. "You having a good time?"

"Yeah," Shin lies. "Doing great. Just relaxing."

"You see my girl over there?" Keizo points in your direction, and you wave a few fingers. "Well, she's not my girl; she's just--"

"Works here," Shin finishes for him. "You're her regular."

"Yeah," Keizo replies. "Look, she thinks you're cute. Told her that if she comes back to crash with us after the party, you'd speak to her at least."

"Doesn't she think you're cute, though?" Shin turns to the man in confusion, but Keizo just laughs, patting his friend's leg.

"Can't a woman like two men at the same time?"

It must be the startling contrast, Shinichiro thinks to himself as you all leave the club an hour later - an hour earlier than expected. You're into a tall, dark, handsome man, and he's the exact opposite of that. But when you load up in the car, saddling up in the passenger seat as Keizo revs his sports vehicle, you look over at Shin, glossy lips and perfect pout making him hard as a rock.

"You're Shinichiro Sano, right?" you whisper sultrily, fluttering your fake lashes.

"Yeah," he answers, wiping his sweaty palms on his dark jeans. "And you are...?"

"Everyone calls me Amethyst. But you can call me y/n." Keizo glances in the rear-view mirror at Shin and gives him a wink. Shin swallows hard, then smiles back at you, showing all of his teeth to be friendly - to not show how timid he is. But things heat up when the three of you arrive back at Benkei's flat almost immediately. "Kei," you sing, slinking toward the couch and tossing yourself on it. "Can you make us some drinks?"

"'Course," Keizo replies, leaning over the furniture to kiss your lustrous lips. "Pick your poison, babe."

"Can I have some scotch? Neat?"

"Shin?" When you both look over at him, Shinichiro gulps hard.

"Uh, just water." Keizo looks over at you and frowns, and if he could raise a brow, Shin knows he would.

"I think you need something a little stronger than that," you purr, playing with your cropped halter top strings. Shinichiro hyper-fixates at how your nipples are pebbled under the hot pink fabric, moving slightly as you turn to him. "Maybe some tequila?"

"S-sure."

"Come sit with me." Your perfectly manicured nails pat the couch beside you, but Shinichiro's feet seem to be stuck to the carpet with super glue. "Oh, come on." You unfold yourself from the couch slowly, sinuously, and everything in Shin's body screams, "red alert: hot woman approaching, and we can't do shit about it!".

"Don't be shy..." Once you're standing in front of him, the younger man sees the allure, the passion, the seduction for what it is. But that doesn't stop him from standing like a statue in a well-funded museum. If anything, your techniques make him want to shrink into himself. I'm not used to this.

"I know," you answer as if you've been hiding your telepathic powers. "You're nervous, but it's okay. You can say no if you want me to stop."

"I don't want you to," Shin barely squeaks out. Your hands dance around his neck and down his spine, playing beneath his shirt with the tag that's been scratching his neck all night. You lean forward, lowering your lids as your lips part, and Shin's lips part, too, in anticipation of your delicate, plush caress.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Thought you just wanted to have a conversation..." Shin murmurs, finding a hint of charm he seemed to lack before.

"How about I do all of the talking?" you reply. "And you just listen?"

"That's not a conversation," Shin tosses back, but you huff a short laugh. Mint and sweet pea, he notices, taking stock of your scent.

"It is if your lips are moving too." You close the space between the two of you, tapping a small kiss on his lips before pulling back. But Shinichiro feels his body take over on auto-pilot, grabbing the small of your back and pulling you closer again.

"Didn't say I wanted to stop, did I?"

The kiss is only broken by the sound of Keizo coming back into the room, his heavy footfalls his trademark signal. "Enjoying yourselves?"

"Yes," you sigh dreamily, and Keizo laughs.

"Knew you would. Continue; I won't stop you."

"Join us, baby," you plead, stretching your hand out to him.

"Nah," Keizo rebuffs. "You enjoy your time with Shin. I'll get you in a minute." It's more than a minute when Keizo finally takes you away from Shin, guiding you back to the couch and setting you on his lap. "I want you to show Shin what you can do," he instructs you, gripping your chin in one hand. "Understand me? Give him a good time."

"Yes, big daddy."

Shin's mind floats somewhere between heaven and reality as he's getting the best head of his life. He's lightheaded, almost as if you're trying to suck the soul out of him. Your mouth is so warm... so wet... Shin can barely anchor himself to the couch to keep from floating off into space. "Fuck," he hisses, hands gripping the couch for dear life. "Don't think I'll..."

"Mmph," you respond, making him throb with need as your cheeks suck in again. Keizo is below you, eating you out while Shin receives the third blowjob of his life, your slurping and sucking bringing him the release he's desired so badly.

Keizo reaches a hand up and smacks your ass, and you grunt loudly, tongue slipping past his shaft. Shin's balls hitch, and for a moment, he has the presence of mind to warn you, but then he's cumming and everything feels so good and he's slipping into somewhere between unconsciousness and lovesickness and--

"You taste so good," you muse, licking up his tip and back down, cleaning him up as he softens. "So fucking good..."

"No one's ever told me that before," Shin whispers, eyelids drooping.

"Well, they should," you grin. "And once you're ready, I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

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[soultoken-archived]

SPELL OUT YOUR URL WITH SONG TITLES

S - Sharks / Imagine Dragons

Everytime my heart is beating, I can feel the recipe I wonder if my day is coming, blame it on the entropy My blood is pumping, I can see the end is right in front of me Don't take it from me, I could be everything, EVERYTHING!!

O - Un Briciolo di Allegria ( A Crumb of Cheerfulness ) / Mina feat. Blanco ( translated from Italian )

But luckily we found each other, under the moonlight Maybe a bit crumpled up by a lived history Shortly after we were lying down on a stone Hair in hand, like a pencil I would write a poetry, for a crumb of cheerfulness

U - Due Rose ( Two Roses ) / Tiromancino feat. Enula ( translated from Italian )

If you really want me, you can't suddenly disappear Just to reappear in the night, to keep on lying, ( saying ) things like I'll leave two roses on your bed when leaving So that when you'll wake up you will remember that you are beautiful like this You make art of the empty and useless days And as soon as I can, I will be back, will be back, will be back And the night will be beautiful

L - Lift Me Up / Moby

Plain talking (plain talking) Served us so well (served us so well) Travelled through hell (travelled through hell) Oh, how we fell (oh, how we fell)

T - The Wolves / Cyrus Reynolds, Keeley Bumford

I'm losing sight of our reality Satellites singing serenity Send out a signal, please remember me Send out a signal, come set me free

O - Hero / Mountains vs. Machines

You could be a hero, but here you are Scared of your shadow, looking at the stars When everybody runs you gotta stand tall Hit after hit, you can never fall If the stars come crashing, you'll be the one to catch them

K - Kill Your Conscience / Shinedown

So you kill your conscience, cry yourself to sleep Kill your conscience, better you than me You're all plugged in, ready and rehearsed Do your best, do your worst, show me where it hurts

E - Grave Digger / Blues Saraceno

Grave digger, grave digger, pray for my lost soul Release me from this earth, allow me to grow old Save me if you can, the time for me has come Let me be the one that got away

N - Time is Running Out / Muse

Our time is running out, oh our time is running out You can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out How did we come to this?

#𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.「 study. 」 #playlist tag. #'i'll write on other blogs' i say before remembering a few songs to finish this meme and focus my attention on this one instead #i both cheated AND brutally slapped in your dashboard two italian songs >:) mwahahah. enjoy. <3