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#too bad some of them are vip only :p
slyyywriting · 6 months
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Might Even Be
Pairing: DILF!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: How they met and how things started out. A background to this drabble.
Wordcount: 2.1k 
Warnings: age gap (reader is 28, Bucky is 48), explicit sexy times, Bucky being a hot older gentleman but not really a gentleman coz he is nasty, some feels, breeding kink, daddy kink
18+ ONLY! IF YOU ARE A MINOR, KINDLY EXIT STAGE LEFT! DO NOT INTERACT!
A/N: Kept thinking about getting p*netrated by DILF Bucky so yeah lol Title based on We Might Even Be Falling In Love by the talented Victoria Monet. Not beta'd! Enjoy~
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You must have lost your damn mind.
That would be the only reason why you did the things you did last night. And why you did him. Or he did you. He most definitely did you, really well. You slink yourself out of the sheets tangled beneath your legs and roll to the floor in a soft thud. You wince as you try to move around to search for your missing clothes in the room.
You find your bra on the floor by the door and reach for them, pausing when the man on the bad shifts from lying on his back to lying on his side away from where you just slept. You feel guilty for sneaking out but you can’t face him. Not now, not this morning. Maybe not ever.
Yesterday was terrible. It was a shitty conclusion to months of preparation for a project that caused you too many sleepless nights and so much mental anguish. And then in the last minute someone else swooped in, took all the credit and left you dry. You almost climbed over the conference table and scratched at Heather’s surgically enhanced cheekbones. Good thing Tessa held your arm before you did anything dramatic, like murder the daughter of the chairman of board of your company’s biggest investor.
So, you sat there fuming, shooting daggers from your eyes as Heather smiled and thanked the marketing director for showering her with compliments. She would have gotten them without stealing your project, she was a Barnes after all. Born with a diamond encrusted spoon and now works for one of her daddy’s subsidiaries before she eventually takes her rightful place as a board member. Fuck Heather!
Poison was on your tongue and molten lava was in your veins, a combination that would be deadly to anyone around you at the moment, so you chose to keep away in case you spewed it on your co-workers. You started happy hour at four in the afternoon, parking your butt on one of the stools at Maria’s bistro. It would be two more hours before they opened for the dinner rush which meant you had plenty of time to drown that little angry demon inside you that wanted to commit felonies.
You were almost sober. You think. The steak sandwich that Carol gave you comfortably settled in your stomach, sloshing around the multiple shots of rum and two and a half cocktails. You were peacefully chewing while sitting atop the corner counters in the kitchen, enjoying the heat and the systematic activities that flurried around you.
That was until one of the servers popped into the kitchen and announced an array of orders for a VIP level table. Two words: James. Barnes.
Your eyes widen at the mention of his name. The previous cool reigniting as the incidents of today replay in your mind. You’re reminded of falling asleep on the train and waking up to missing your stop. Of the events that you missed out on because you had to chase suppliers at ridiculous hours. The countless meals you missed because you were too in the zone with work.
You pop off the counter and take cooking wine from one of the chefs, chugging it down in one go. With a deep scowl and determination, you wipe your mouth with your sleeve and march your way into the restaurant, zeroing in on your target.
You march over to the man. It was easy to pin point which one was the James Barnes. He was constantly on Page Six, photographed at events wearing Armani or Prada suits that were worth someone’s mortgage. Your step stutters as you get close enough, breath hitching at the sight of him. Who told him to be this pretty?
Cool eyes look up at you with a slightly confused arch of his left brow.
“Can I help you?”
He asks with a deep timber that makes your hair stand on its ends. You stutter again, gulping at the sudden pool that developed in your throat.
"I- I, uh-"
He tilts his head, eyes boring into you. His companion leaves at a subtle flick of his finger while you remain frozen.
"Would you like to sit down?"
No. You want to say no. But you find yourself nodding your head yes. Your body moves and settles in the seat next to him. You yelp and hold on to his arm when he slides your chair closer to him, the show of strength spreading hot on your skin. Your jaw slack as you try and remember why you were here in the first place. You stutter again when he asks you a question you could not hear. Then you see the glass of vodka on the table. You aim for the glass and down all the contents in one go.
There's a hint of mirth on James Barnes' face, sharp eyes following your every move. His tongue darts out as you moan loudly when the vodka burns at the back of your throat. He hands you a glass of water and you take it with both hands with a muttered thanks.
"Your daughter is a bitch!"
"Excuse me?"
The words escape your mouth as soon as your throat is clear, causing the man beside you to lean forward and chuckle. HIs face was closer now. Clearer. You can see the freckles on his nose and the slight graying of his beard in high definition. So close.
His arm takes position on the back of your chair. Another pull and your thighs are touching. His pants, soft and warm against your exposed skin. Your breath hitches. This was not how you wanted this confrontation to go. You clench your eyes shut and wring your hands.
"You heard me," you exhale and face him. Eyes returning to their previous ire. "She's a bitch. I don't get why she had to steal my fucking project and declare it as her own! She does not need it! She has money, your money, and a multi-million dollar corporation to inherit. I on the other hand, have bills to pay and I don't have a- a daddy like you to bail me out when my rent is due and I have to choose between getting home safe, eating a nice meal, or having a roof over my head!"
Your ears ring as you spit out your frustration. Your chest heaves as you stare at James Barnes, regret and embarrassment crawling in your veins at your little outburst. You didn't even realize your hands were fisting his shirt until he speaks and pries your hands off his clothes and holds them against his own. His palms are warm and his fingers soothing.
"I apologize for Heather's behavior. I did not raise her like that. In fact, I did not raise her at all." The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard and your shoulders relax at the way he was holding you. Your ire has gone down but not completely away. You're enamored as he speaks, eyes tracing his lips as they move. "Tell me all about your project and let me fix this."
He gives you a lopsided smirk, almost boyish even against his features. And that was when you got into the trouble you were in now.
You don't remember how but you find yourself tangled in his arms, pulling him close, and savoring how he tasted on your tongue. You were turned on beyond belief. You've never been this wet, this excited to be in the throes with someone.
He growls in your ear when you pull his hand and place it between your thighs. Patience running thin as he takes his time touching you everywhere except where you needed him to touch you most.
"Please, James-"
He hooks the gusset of your panties to the side and slides two fingers in your slit. He moans against your skin when he feels how soaked you are, pads of his fingers gliding hotly on your lips.
"It's Bucky- call me, Bucky."
"Buck-" your breath leaves you as he pushes in a finger in your soaking cunt. Your back arches and your chin tips towards the ceiling. Your hands wander, looking for something, anything to anchor yourself to.
"Fuck, you're tight." He pants, lips against your cheek as he pushes in and out slowly until he finds his rhythm. You follow it, hips dancing into his fingers for more. For relief. More. More. More. "Yes, more. I'll give you more, angel."
Three. He's three knuckles deep inside you. Your juices run down your thighs as he squeezes pleasure from you. Your blinded by searing lust that his touches manage out of you. You wanted to scream, wanted to run away from his skilled hand. And yet, and yet. Your breath hitches and you throw your head back as you gush into his palm. Undeterred by your cries, Bucky continues to pump you and hit you in that spot that pokes into you like magic. Knees shaking and blood rushing to your ears, he kisses you softly and sweetly.
"You asked for more, yes?" He's teasing you. Taunting you. But you've never been a quitter. Never one to back down. So you nod, and you get naked beneath him. And Bucky takes you, takes your breath away and makes you forget how your night started.
You couldn't even take your time to oggle him because he's pressed against you. You takes you on your back, thighs pushed up against your chest, spread open for him. He tastes you and you give it to him. HIs tongue full of praise that fills you with butterflies. You're exposed under his gaze and the way he whispers.
"Fucking beautiful. Perfect pussy," you moan as he eats you, savors every inch of you. You dare take a peek of him and you come almost immediately when he looks at you while his face is smeared with your essence. He gives you soft kisses and little bites on your shaking thighs.
The night ends with him inside you. He glides in and out, taking his fill of you until hot lightning hits him. You latch your legs behind him, crossing your ankles to keep him inside when he tells you he was going to come.
"Inside- all of it." you plead, something that you've never done before. You're scared for a second. Scared he'll reject you and push you away only to finish off on your skin. But no, Bucky smiles again. A crooked one full of mischief and satisfaction.
"You wanna be full of me, angel? Want my seed inside you, huh?" His rhythm returns into vigor. Skin slapping against skin. You babble your concessions to him as he builds you up again. "Want to make me a daddy, again? You'll make me a daddy, huh?"
You bite on his shoulder as he pushes deep inside you. You feel him, all of him. His heartbeat erratic against your skin when he paints your inside with his seed. You feel satiated, full, warm. You feel him.
There are stars behind your eyelids after you come down from the high. You dream of touches and kisses. You dream of warm blue eyes. You dream of happiness. You dream of Bucky.
Which brings you back to this morning. As heavenly as your dreams were, you could not escape the fact that last night was stupid. Yes, you had the best fucking of your life and you can still feel him throbbing inside you but you could not face him. You had to go.
"You're just gonna leave without these?" You yelp when Bucky startles you as he stands by his bedroom door, twirling your panties in his finger. He was wearing a robe with nothing underneath, morning wood visible and beautiful. You almost drool at the sight since you didn't really get to look at it last night.
"Right. I need those back. I don't like the city breeze to pass through my-" you purse your lips and stand straight.
"Give me a kiss goodbye and I'll return them."
"Just a kiss?"
He shrugs and loops the elastic around his hand before gesturing for you to come closer.
"Maybe some breakfast."
"And then I can go?"
You step closer to him. Like a moth to flame. He smirks because he knows what's going through your head.
"Only if you want,"
Bucky grabs your wrist and pulls you against him. He gives you a kiss that makes your toes tingle. You don't go and you don't get your underwear back. But you do get to memorize every bump, vein and freckle on Bucky's body. And then, when Monday comes back around, your plan to destroy Heather is set into motion.
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talkdutchtome · 4 months
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Bad Idea Right? - Daniel Ricciardo
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pairing . . . daniel ricciado x reader )
genre . . . smut )
summary . . .it had been three months seen you had seen your ex boyfriend, you had done everything in your power to get over him, so why does it only take daniel to look your way before you’re putty in his hands once again )
song . . . bad idea right? - olivia rodrigo )
warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, choking, rough sex, spitting in mouth, use of the words slut and whore, degradation, face slapping, dacryphilia, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, use of petnames, not proofread )
word count . . . 3200 words )
a/n . . .i'm still pretty new to writing smut so this probably isn't fantastic but i've had it sitting in my drafts half done since guts first came out so i just wanted to get it done )
Haven't heard from you in a couple of months  But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up  And you're callin' my phone and you're all alone  And I'm sensing some undertone 
The second you saw him across the crowded club, you knew the months of progress and moving on would be for nothing. He looked better than ever, the tight white shirt he wore complemented his tan skin and made you press your thighs together. Daniel Ricciardo ended things with you 3 months ago because your relationship, though full of love, became extremely toxic; with the two of you constantly going through the vicious circle of arguing and then fucking to make up. It hurt to be without him as you truly believed the two of you were meant to be together but after months without him, you had finally started to believe that you could live without him; that was until you walked into a nightclub and found the Australian sat in the VIP section with two absolutely beautiful women sat either side of him.  
Suddenly you were the 22-year-old girl that met Daniel three years ago, immediately transfixed by him and willing to do anything for his attention. You knew he knew you were there, when Max saw you, he waved and called you over, but you just waved and gestured to the bar, telling him that you were getting a drink. Still living in a post-breakup world, you had gotten especially dressed up for tonight; hoping to find someone who would help you forget about the Formula 1 driver who still had a hold on your heart. You wore a lilac lace minidress that hugged your curves tightly, it was brought for you by Daniel, but you didn’t see the need to throw out a perfectly good dress just because of whose money purchased it. Point was, you looked hot as hell and you knew it too, so you didn’t mind going over to the table your ex sat at, only to talk to Max though of course.  
When he saw you walking over, he felt his mouth get dry and annoyingly, his trousers get tight. He had always loved you in that dress and now that he knew he couldn’t have you, you looked even better. He watched you talk to Max, laughing at all his jokes and batting your pretty little eyes at the Dutchman just like you used to at him. He also watched Max’s eyes watching you, he watched his friend practically eye-fuck his ex-girlfriend whilst he sat across from them. The girls sat next to him were now completely forgotten, all Daniel could focus on was you. When Max went up to the bar to get the next round, Daniel knew this was his chance; he scooted around the table until he was sat next to you and began to whisper in your ear.  
“He wants you, you know”  
You scoffed at your ex-boyfriend's words, you and Max may be flirting a little bit, but that’s all it was, not to mention that it was none of his business who wanted you anymore 
“Well maybe I want him to” You whispered back at him with a smirk, expecting that to knock him down a peg or two but instead you saw him smile back at you before taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and starting to write something down. 
“Yeah sure thing, but if you decide that you want to be fucked by someone who will actually make you cum tonight, heres my new address. I'll be waiting.” He told you before putting the piece of paper in your hands before getting up and walking away from you.  
And I pull up to your place on the second floor  And you're standing, smiling at the door  And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men  But I really can't remember when   
You held the piece of paper containing Daniel’s address in your palms as you paced back and forth outside the door to his apartment. You knew this was a bad idea, but you craved him so badly. You had slept with other people since your relationship ended but none of them compared to the way Daniel made you feel, and you didn’t realize just how badly touch starved you were until Daniel whispered those dirty words in your ear and you felt throbbing coming from between your legs. “Fuck it, it’s fine” You spoke aloud before finally knocking on the door. 
Daniel opened the door with a smirk painted on his face, he knew you would cave and follow him home. Seeing his face almost mocking you made you half want to turn around and walk home but half jump on him and let him fuck you senseless. Deciding on the latter, you walked past him into his home. Before you had a chance to say anything you were pressed up against the now closed front door with Daniel’s hand around your neck. 
“What a silly little whore you are, trying to fuck my best friend right in front of me, and in my favorite dress too” He tutted at you, smirking more when you kept quiet, unsure what to respond to the words he had spoken. 
“Do you really think he could fuck you like I can? Like anyone can fuck you like I can?” he asked you again, now starting to apply pressure to your throat with his fingers, you stayed quiet still saying nothing to the man in front of you. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain on your cheek, Daniel had slapped your face. 
“Answer me pretty girl” 
You could have cum right then and there; the issue with all of the sex you had been having post Daniel is that none of them knew how rough you liked it, and to finally have that feeling of a man stood in front of you getting ready to fuck you silly made your pussy quiver with anticipation. 
“No Danny, nobody can fuck me like you can” you responded, looking up to him through your long lashes, giving him the doe eyes that you know he was never able to resist.  
“You look so pretty babygirl” he spoke, bringing his hand away from your neck to your lips. He used his thumb to push your mouth open slightly, you opened it wider, knowing what he wanted. He spat in your mouth before using his hands to close your lips together again 
“Swallow” he ordered and you did without a second thought. You felt his hands move down your body, coming from your mouth, stopping briefly at your tits before they travelled down even further, eventually ending up between your legs. He pushed up your dress to your waist and sunk down to his knees.  
“Oh new panties sweetheart? Did one of your new fucktoys get you these?” 
“Maybe” you retorted at him, but before you could finish the word Daniel had ripped them off, literally 
ripped them off. He smirked at the sight of your glistening pussy, knowing that he had gotten you to the point of dripping without even touching you. He pushed his fingers through your folds, running his fingertips harshly across your clit before sinking two fingers straight into your core without giving you a second's warning. The involuntary squeal that left your lips only boosted Daniel’s ego, his smirk growing wider than you thought possible. The pleasure that you felt in the first ten seconds of him thrusting his tattooed fingers inside of you was greater than anything you had felt since the pair of you had broken up. Though just as quickly as he had started touching you, he stopped, leaving you a whimpering mess.  
“Such a slut aren’t you, so desperate for my dick” he taunted you, a low chuckle leaving his lips before he picked you up and threw you across his shoulders. 
“Ahh Danny what the fuck?” you asked, genuinely startled as he began to carry you to his bedroom, before throwing you down onto the bed.  
“Dress off” Daniel said, stood in front of where you laid, his eyes dark and focused on you. You thought about fighting him, to at least make it look like you’re not willing to give in to him too easily, to keep some pride; but the look he gave you sent shivers down your spine, you could feel the slickness building up between your thighs, you needed him, pride be damned. And if you thought Daniels eyes where dark and hungry before, it was nothing compared to the way he looked at you he towered over you on his bed. He looked like a man possessed when you slid off your dress, leaving you covered only by a black lace bralette that was swiftly removed by Daniel anyway. You opened your mouth to beg for him to touch you again, but you were swiftly cut off when his mouth crashed against yours, enveloping you in a earth-shatteringly good kiss that sent your mind swirling. The feeling of his lips against yours was one you would never grow tired of. The way his hands laced into your hair and his knee nudged your legs open made it hard for you to understand why you would ever willingly let this go.  
It was only when you started to grind yourself against his knee that he pulled his lips off of you. The way that he looked down at you as you cried out for him was sinful. His messy chocolate brown hair, his swollen lips turned up in smirk, his eyes usually so bright and happy now dark and stormy, full of lust. Every part of him turned you on more than any guy you had ever known. 
“Please Danny” your voice was horse; you were becoming desperate. 
“Please what Babygirl?” he spoke with a chuckle, he loved having you like this, like putty in his hands.  
“Make me feel good” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, not above trying any trick that would get too closer to cumming. 
Daniel didn’t say anything to your request though, instead he just began pressing kisses on your lips, before slowly bringing his kisses down past your neck and chest, getting closer and closer to the place where you ached for him the most. This process lasted only a few moments, but those teasing moments felt like hours and when his tongue finally found your pussy you honestly felt like you had died and gone to heaven. He licked strips up your slit, savoring the taste of you, the taste that he had missed so much. Your hands found his hair as his lips attached themselves to your clit, the curls wrapping around your fingers as they had done so many times before. The way he sucked at and nibbled your clit made you see stars and you soon felt your first orgasm start to build up, that familiar feeling in your stomach making itself known.  
“Ahh Danny I’m going to cum, please let me cum” you begged him, although if he said no, you weren’t sure you would be able to avoid it anyway.  
“Sure, Babygirl you can cum all over my tongue, do you think Max could make you cum this hard” His words annoyed you, bringing up Max at this point was not necessary but before you could complain to him, he picked up the pace of his tongue and you quickly found yourself reaching climax, a string of profanity falling from your lips as you did so. The sounds you were making were music to Daniel’s ears, sounds that he wished he could hear for the rest of his life. If Daniel’s ego wasn’t big enough already, the way he had you falling apart in just a few minutes made his pride swell. You could walk away from him, pretend that you’d moved on and don’t want him anymore; but it’s him who knows your body better than you do, it’s him who knows exactly how to give you what you need to make your knees weak.  
Once he had made you feel good, he turned his attention to himself. The way you tasted, the way you sounded; you were his kryptonite, and he was becoming so hard that it had started to become painful. His rock-hard dick straining against his jeans made your mouth water, it had been far too long since you had felt the sting of him splitting you in half, and you didn’t want to wait any longer; so, when you saw him reach for his belt you felt your pussy quiver with anticipation. 
“Are you going to let me fuck you baby?” he asked as he began to pull his jeans down, revealing his grey boxers, damp from the way his cock had been seeping with precum. His underwear didn’t last long as they were the next thing to be removed, his length red and angry with how hard it was, how desperate for your touch it was. It had only been three months since you had last had him, but in that time, you had somehow forgotten just how big he was; it made you nervous, but it also made you that much more desperate to have him inside of you.  
“Yes, Danny please fuck me” At your words of conformation, he roughly manhandles you to flip you onto your stomach. You prop yourself up on your hands and knees immediately on instinct; you knew how he liked to fuck you, and you also knew that if you did what he wants than you’re more likely to be allowed to cum around his dick.  
“You’re such a good girl aren’t you baby; you know just how I want you don’t you” His hands fall to your ass, groping it and massaging it; savoring every moment of having you spread out in front of you, for all he knew this could be the last time that he has you like this so he was damn well going take his time.  
“What’s the safe word sweet girl?” he asked you as he runs his hands across your body, wanting to feel all of you.  
“Mclaren, please Danny, just fuck me I need you so bad” 
Without warning he plunges two of his fingers deep inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure ringing throughout your body. He pumped them inside of you roughly and without care, the sting from just his fingers stretching your cunt out making your eyes water and you felt that oh so familiar feeling of another orgasm creeping up on you embarrassingly fast, however that was all taken away when Daniel abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine; feeling empty from the loss of contact. That emptiness didn’t last for long though, because just as soon as he took his fingers out of you, he slammed his cock into you.  
Your cries filled the air and tears began to fall from your eyes as Daniel picked up his pace, still slamming himself inside of you despite your discomfort. His hand reaches around to grab your neck, pulling you up flush against his chest so he can see your face as he continues to wreck you. 
“You look so pretty when you cry you know that, such a pretty little slut” as he speaks his hand finds your clit, rubbing it harshly. The pain starts to subside as you get used to having him inside of you again and it is quickly replaced by insane pleasure. The groans falling from the Australians lips sounds heavenly and you can feel your second orgasm quickly approaching.  
“Don’t you dare cum, not until I say you can” Danny tells you, letting go of your neck and gently pushing your head down to the pillow. He’s fucked you countless times, so he knows your body, he knows the way that your pussy starts to clench when you’re close, he knows that you’ll purposely not say anything to try and get away with cumming even when he’s told you not to. He is an expert in the subject of you, and that’s information that he’ll always keep, regardless of how long the two of you spend apart. He knows you more than anyone ever has, and anyone ever will.  
“Oh, fuck fucking fuck you feel so good babygirl, you’re so tight for me” he said through gritted teeth, still slamming into you with all of his might, drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, your moans and cries spurring something on in him. He didn’t want to admit it even to himself, but he had missed you more than anything, he had missed the way you feel, the way you taste, the way you sound. Everything about you was perfect and, in that moment, he decided that he would never let you go again. The thought of another man getting to have you like this made him sick to his stomach, the thought of someone like Max getting to hear the whimpers you make when you’re being fucked, it was unbearable. 
It was getting harder and harder for you to hold off your orgasm, Daniel was fucking you like a man possessed and sooner or later you were going to cum whether you were allowed or not, and he knew that, of course he did.  
“I’m so so close Danny, please please let me cum” You were begging, shame and pride had gone out the window when you turned up at his door after three months. 
“Okay baby, cum. I’m close too, I’m going to fill you up, okay? This is my pussy, and mine only” Daniel just about spoke through gritted teeth. The second those words left his mouth though; you were over the edge. The feeling was overwhelming, you couldn’t remember the last time you came so hard. Tears spilt from your eyes as fireworks went off in your lower stomach and your legs began to tremble. 
The combination of the sound of your cries and the feeling of your pussy contract around him had Daniel not far behind you. His hands gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he picked up the pace one last time, fucking you so hard that you genuinely thought he was going to split you in half; his groans getting louder and his breaths getting deeper and more sparce until he spilled out into you.  
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  The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the tangled sheets, Memories of the night before float hazily in your mind and you catch sight of Daniel sleeping soundly next to you. Truth be told you don’t even remember falling asleep, you must have just crashed after such an intense orgasm. Reaching over to check your phone, you notice multiple messages from your best friend asking where the hell you got to last night. You quickly send a message saying that you were so tired you just went home to sleep, before putting your phone back onto the nightstand and cuddling back up to the man beside you.  
But you never said where or in whose sheets 
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elenyafinwe · 1 year
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AI bullshit stay the fuck out of ao3
We reached a point, where people unironically post AI genereated fanfics on ao3. ChatGBT was and is trained by exploiting the works of writers like us. It scrapes pages like ao3 for literary work to learn from it without the consent of the authors. (That’s why I locked all my works an ao3 to only logged in users.)
Fandom these days is not a friendly place anymore, where people come together and celebrate their favourite stories and characters by being creative. I wish it were and in the small circles I move it is. But here it is: Those are only small corners of a technically much wider community. But to be seen in this community, you need to churn out content and more content and more content. Especially us writers have it very hard in this enviornment. We can’t easily share vips like an artist can, writing is mostly done in solidarity. I can’t stream my progress on Twitch or any other platform. How boring would it be to watch me typing words into Word without saying a word, because I have to concentrate on what I’m writing? It often takes me day, weeks, months or even YEARS to complete even one single work and most people are even too lazy to click one button for a kudo.
Fanfics are one of the backbones of fandom and we writers are so utterly poorly treated. Artists beg for years now that you share their content, and they are absolutely right to do so! But when I post updates on my writing here, I don’t even get likes. Likes do nothing to bring my content to a wider audience.
Fanwork is done out of a passion, and shared because we want to share this passion with someone else. Is has no value, if no one interacts with it. Write for yourself is bullshit. Yes, I do create the content I myself want to see. But if that would be my only motivation there is no need to share it online, to go over it dozens of times to polish it to the best of my abilities and spend dozens if not hundrets of hours upon it, to create it out of nothing.
Fanfics have it much harder than fanart due to the nature of the craft. It takes only moments to look upon a fanart, but hours, even days to read a fanfic. Not everyone is willig to invest so much time into something. So I understand, where it comes from, than fanfics don’t get that much interaction than fanart. Doesn’t say I appreciate it. But a total lack of interaction is utterly discouraging.
To stay on top of a timeline, you need to put out content regularly. For some reason I was obsessed enough to be able to post rather regularly over the past two, almost three years. But even one chapter per week or one every two weeks apparently is not fast enough for some, despite this being an utterly crazy schedule.
Because those now go to chatgpt and tell this monstrous thing “hey, write my fanfic. I just click a few buttons and then c&p that shit into ao3 and call it a day.”
Writing is about creativity, about sharing a passion, about telling a story. Art is inherently a human trait. What value has it, if some machine does it for us and apparently is very bad at it? You stole our works and now you even steal our passion just for some fast clicks on tiktok or whatever.
Honestly, the only time where I think a mean comment ist justified on ao3 is when you encounter any AI written bullshit. Roast them, roast them to hell. May you stup your toe every morning and may your sleeves slip down every time you wash your hands, you soggy toasts.
AI bullshit is utterly missing the whole point of fanfic and it steals from us writers in every possible way. It steals our works, it steals our place in fandom, it steals our audience.
AI kills creativity. Stop stealing from us.
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HC+NV catch up
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I pulled the cards on 05/26, Monday evening. 8 pm London time 
In general, this was a chaotic reading, it was so chaotic I literally asked the tarot why this reading is like this. I will talk about this later.
The structure of this reading is a little different from my usual style but I felt this is the way I had to do it. I did a 3x3 tableau with a few additional cards, so I will talk about the rows, the columns, the whole etc, which is not my usual method. 
My question was What are the big changes and new chapters HC mentioned in his IG post? What changes are coming? 
The first card (Justice) comes out immediately, and the next two (The Emperor, 4 of Wands) come out very easily as well. 
Justice obviously can relate to legal matters but on a different level, it shows you are at a point where you deserve to be because of your past actions. This could be a good place but this can be a bad place. With the next 2 cards, I think HC is very determined for the next chapter, being a husband, a father, having a domestic life etc. He worked for this, he wanted to have all of this. As I remember the Emperor and the 4 of W appeared in their latest reading too, so this aspect hasn’t changed. Justice also means contract, law etc, and a marriage is a legal contract basically. This could very well mean a prenup and with the Emperor that this relationship or marriage’s legal “force” is on HC’s side. He is the one who rules this aspect. He is the one who has the last word. 4 of W also means celebration, fame, VIP/celebrity status, and family gatherings, so their shared appearance will be more and more common on the red carpet. I stopped following them closely but as I know NV hasn’t had a red carpet with his family there too, which is interesting, so maybe, that is on the table too, for the Witcher premiere for example. ( EDIT:  I started to type the reading the day before The Witcher premiere and I was right about this.)
The Emperor is a father figure and if this doesn’t represent HC and who he wants to be, this very well could be his father. Some legal, contractual business with him in order to secure a nice home and domestic life (4ofW)
The next row has the 8 of Pentacles, 7 of Pentacles rx and The Wheel rx
This is where the shuffling started to be chaotic, cards flew, and I even damaged one of my cards, I started to feel some resilience. 
The 8 of P is hard work, being busy, financial security etc, and since Justice is above it I think he wants to protect all of those things with the help of the law. Especially since 8 of P is not the risk-taking card. So he wants to secure his finances. He wants to have good money and a really good life but with the 7 of P rx he cannot wait. He is rushing into investments, he wants to have a lot of money fast. And not because he is willing to take risks ( like risks on a stock market) but because he is impatient and not willing to wait. It’s like when you want to eat your favourite fruit so you cannot wait for it to be ripe, you just harvest it half-ripe. And you’ll get sick. And with the Wheel rx this is where everything is starting to turn sour. The start was so great with the first 4 cards, but because of his impatience and anxiety, the Wheel is turning and again, for the worse. ( Just like in my reading where I said he will lose his most important roles) It’s almost like he isn’t willing to start from the bottom, to take every step on the ladder, he wants to start on the top. 
For me, this shows he will make bad investments. Maybe the house is too much but I more likely feel this has something to do with movie projects. Maybe they will properly start a company together, buying rights of stuff to adapt etc, and they will spend too much too soon with no success in the end. Especially because 8 of P also means learning new skills, new career paths or working towards something better but 7 of P rx undermines this. He thinks he has the formula for how to make movies, be a producer, maybe even a writer who adapts, but all of those creative things don’t work like that. And I think this will cause a lot of anxiety, that things won’t work in the way he expected and imagined.
The third row was the most chaotic to pull and I think this is the most distant future. This is the chain of events that definitely can be changed and if this were a real, face-to-face reading I would say to him be careful, not to behave like just what I explained above, you have to turn the Wheel again to avoid this. However, if he is too stubborn to make changes this can happen. 
We have the Knight of Wands rx, 3 of Swords, 9 of Cups rx and we have a card very aggressively shot out, this is the 4 of Swords and this landed on the knight and the 3 of S. 
So… because of the 4 of swords, I definitely think this outcome is on a pause and can be avoided. This is the future that hasn’t manifested yet, the one that hasn’t awakened yet ( on the card we have a sleeping, resting figure)
The rx KofW is the one whose fire is out. He is not fast-moving anymore, he is still, stuck etc. He is settled down, but with this, he lost his personality. He lost his passion and creativity. 3 of Sw is a heartbreak obviously (one of the most obvious cards in tarot). 9 of C rx is truth and errors. If it’s upright this is the wish cards, if it’s rx this is the be careful what you wish for. I think he will get his wish (family life, business, a certain image he always wanted) but he won’t be happy about it. The unpleasant truth will be revealed. For example, having a wife and a family don’t mean automatical happiness or having a flourishing movie business requires great effort and being an actor for X years doesn’t mean he will be a great producer. Or working with his partner or family members is a potential source of fights and disagreements. He will realise his errors by the time he reaches this card, but maybe this will be too late. He will be stuck and unhappy. But as I said I feel this is the most distant future, the one he can change the easiest. 
Check the columns quickly:
4 of W, The Wheel rx, 9 of C rx 
Family life and marriage, the new house will be a letdown to him. First, it will be happiness and celebration about it, but as time passes this alone won’t bring happiness. And this emotional state is kinda devastating when you got the very things you wanted but they don’t bring happiness. This could lead to serious self-esteem problems, a relationship whose only glue is sex and maybe the shared “possessions” ( house, money, kids etc)
The Emperor, 7 of P rx, 3 of Sw
I think he at the moment feels good himself, the Emperor sitting on a throne, he feels he controls things in his life, and everything seems good until it’s not. Because he is impatient and this will lead to heartbreak. For me, this is more about his potential business or image. How he wanted to be seen. He will be hard to deal with as a boss, but this wouldn’t be a problem if he were willing to work. This is where his businesses will have shaky ground. I am not saying his work ethic is not there, he obviously can push his own body limits, but he is a “my way or the highway” type of person and unless you are some Stanley Kubrick level of talent, this is not how you operate creative businesses.  This also can be that at the end he will be too authorative, conrolling in a relationship. loosing temper and that will lead a heartbreak. When money is not enough to keep someone or keep the image. 
Justice, 8 of P, KnofW rx
He will be simply burned out and stucked. Especially if he will be some kind of a boss, he cannot walk away like he did with The Witcher or his other business partnerships. If he wants to be a producer, he has to make that work and if he leaves because of disagreements, he won't have a career in that field. So this is a real danger for him, not handling the situations properly and don’t know how demanding this task is. 
Under the deck: 4 of Pentacles
I don’t know why but I heard tax reasons… Have no idea why, but this reading is very work and pentacles-heavy. 
This card again is money, saving, investments, greed etc.
I don’t get this couple… Again, no love cards at all. 4of Wands can be marriage, but “simple” celebrations too. This relationship’s foundation is so money heavy… I swear I am trying to be positive and give them the benefit of the doubt but based on ALL of my readings on them ( and that is a lot) never ever got card combinations which suggest true love. This still doesn’t mean they won’t get married etc, because Hollywood is weird and we have a bunch of Hillsong-like arranged couples. But I am just confused. 
So… on the card a man holds his pentacles like his dear life depends on it. He obsessed with them, with money, and possessions. He won’t ever think this amount of money I have is finally enough. What is his is his, he doesn’t share. ( this is like Joey Tribbiani and his food situation) He is very rigid with money, especially since we have The Emperor as well. With the rx KnoW this is also jealousy. New career prospects, jobs, new companies etc. I can go on, but I think you got the idea behind of this card. 
During this explanation, I mentioned only him. Because I feel in this matter, whatever it’s coming NV doesn’t really have a word. Except for the Justice card, we don’t have a single female card. On every card we have males. This is a money and male-heavy reading. On the 4 of W we have a couple, but they are distant. I won’t count that as a woman. 
We have a prominent presence of number 4. The Emperor, 4 of Wands, 4 of Swords, 4 of Pentacles and even the 8 of Pentacles ( 8= 2x4) And all of them are upright.
4 is stability, and this should be a moment of stillness. Not the time to radically new things, more like secure what you already have. This should be the time when you can have a break after a period of work or planning. And this is where I think he could fail. Not to give time to things to flourish naturally. 
I feel this reading has very stable energy, in a way that I am sure most things will definitely happen. I felt the same when I did his career reading. That was stable too and 1,5 years later it become true that they scrued him over and lost Supes and Geralt. 
I mentioned how chaotic the reading was, I had to pull cards because of this. Asking why this reading is like this. 2 cards felt off, the Knight of Swords and ( I kid you not) The Tower, this card is chaos itself. I think it is very possible that they had a nasty fight at the moment when I did the reading because this combination suggests me emotional abuse. Both cards are quick and sudden, so maybe this argument comes out of nowhere or broke out because of a minor thing or some secret was revealed. It’s a rattling experience, testing how strong the foundations are. 
I could go on but is already SUPER long, I am sorry. 
I hope you enjoyed it.
Stay safe. 
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Adrenaline + Spite  Steddie  6.1K  Warnings: Use of IV’s Summary: Sound check, to none of his surprise, is mind numbing and like a new brand of torture. His monitors are making his ears feel uncomfortable and achy, and every time Gareth hits a drum or cymbal, it rings out through his head like a gunshot. He’s pretty sure he’s five seconds away from throwing the man’s hi-hat off the stage when he then changes to his mic, the one only the band can hear in their mix. Notes: Rockstar AU! This is basically just a one off from the actual AU I’m writing that shows how he and Steve meet. This fic though is established relationship steddie. Band jargon is based on my own time in a band, though obviously mine wasn’t big like Corroded Coffin. They are loosely based off of P!ATD, but metal. In the actual fic I eventually post you’ll get a lot of background about Eddie and the band. I hope you guys enjoy! 
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As they head into the large, twenty thousand person arena, Eddie sniffles and rubs his nose on his shoulder, one hand holding his water bottle, the other carrying his guitar case. He’s been fighting the sniffles off since last night, but now his throat’s starting to hurt in a way that doesn’t bode well for the show that’s in ten hours. When he’d woken up, it had been barely anything, but in the hour the guitarist has been up and about, his throat’s turned raw, and swallowing is agonizing. 
“Did you see how many people are already lined up? Crazy huh,” Jeff says to no one in particular. 
They’re used to playing a venue this big, but this is Chicago , and the sheer amount of dedication the fans have around here is kind of surprising. Tim nods and Gareth laughs, taking a long sip of his coffee. 
“And how many are here for the VIP thing?” 
“Thirty,” Chelsea; their tour manager speaks up, her blonde hair coiled into a neat bun on the top of her head, similar to Eddie’s messy one. 
“Okay, not too bad then,” Tim breathes a sigh of relief.
“Not like DC. Jesus Christ, like…why the fuck would Zack add to the amount?” 
“Because, Gareth, he lives for chaos,” Eddie finally speaks up, thankful when no one seems to notice anything is amiss. 
It’s true. Zack, their bodyguard, assistant manager, and close friend thrives in chaos, and while usually he goes easy on everyone and only picks a few people out of the line every show, four nights ago he’d picked an extra fifteen. If he picks that many again, Eddie might actually tackle him. He doesn’t have the energy to deal with almost fifty individuals. Jake, their photographer and videographer for the tour; another friend of theirs that they’ve been working with for nearly eight years, comes up in front of them, getting some of their conversation. Eddie makes a face for the camera before getting up close to the lens, sticking his tongue out. 
“If you lick thi-” 
“I’m not going to ruin your precious seven thousand dollar equipment, Jacob,” Eddie rolls his eyes fondly, then takes another long sip of coffee. 
They get down to the green room, a big room with a large vanity on one wall, mirrors above it. There’s a few couches and seats, a large coffee table in the middle with their usual food requests like peanut m&m’s, popcorn, and packs of water. Everyone sets their bags down, and Eddie’s eyes move from one couch to another before picking the one in the middle, sprawling out. 
“Nice man, leave room for the rest of us,” Tim rolls his eyes but there’s no heat, and Eddie just grins back at him, making no attempt to move. Gareth walks over and sits directly on top of the eldest member, half on his thighs and half on his stomach.  
“Dude, get the hell off!” 
“Nah, I like this seat.” 
About to protest again, the twenty six year old opens his mouth but a cough bubbles up and he turns quickly, shielding his face with his arm so he doesn’t cough all over his band mates. As he twists back, congestion floods his head, like it’s been knocked loose by the jagged movements. His nose is no longer runny but completely stuffed up, serving only to make Eddie feel worse. 
“Can you hand me a water bottle? Swallowed the wrong way,” he looks at Jeff, who nods and snags one for him, even going so far as to uncap it. The drummer currently on his lap moves so he’s able to sit up, and as the water slides down the man’s throat, he does his best to hide a wince. 
Taking the cap from the bassist, Eddie leans forward a little, propping his arms against his knees, holding the water bottle to his forehead lazily while Chelsea runs through what their timeline today is. He knows it’s the same as every other show, but the woman always insists on going through it anyway. The two other bands touring with them are still on their way after hitting traffic, so the boys end up all at the vanity in a line, signing forty posters, passing them down like an assembly line. 
Mindlessly signing, Eddie feels his nose twitch from congestion, so he rubs a knuckle against it. The feeling only intensifies into a tickle that winds its way through his sinuses and into his nose, making him finally pause mid signature, pulling the neck of his black tee-shirt up and over his face. 
“hih’ATSCHuhEW! ihKKch’uhew!”
“Bless you,” Gareth throws his way, and Eddie nods before- 
“ihGKkheshuhEW! Christ,” he sniffles, though with his nose completely blocked it doesn’t do much help at all. 
“Man, you good?” 
“Yeah, Jesus, sorry,” Eddie doesn’t see any tissues around so he gets up and heads to the bathroom that’s connected at the end of the green room, grabbing some toilet paper to blow his nose into. It doesn’t help much, but the need to sneeze retreats. When he gets back to his seat, he sees he’s fucked up his signature entirely. Taking his sharpie, he writes ‘oops! sorry!’ and then puts an arrow pointing to the signature. Hopefully that makes up for it. 
As the other two bands arrive and start sound check, the band members, Jake and Zach play around the arena. For once, Eddie isn’t on his skateboard whizzing around or throwing a football like usual. Instead, he’s lying on the concrete ground near the sound guy, feeling the kick drum being played reverberating through his skull. 
A chill runs up his spine, causing him to sit up and rub his face. Arena’s are always cold, especially to him since he’s already cold natured, but it’s almost different, this chill. It’s deeper somehow, like it’s clinging to his insides, burrowing into him with no intention of letting up. 
Sniffling into his wrist, Eddie coughs quietly and sits up. He feels exhausted and wants to lay down on something better than cold concrete. Standing, he heads over to Chelsea, giving her a smile. 
“Hey, I’m going to the green room for a few minutes,” the twenty six year old informs, thankful when he doesn’t sound too terrible. 
Chelsea nods, typing away on her phone. “Sounds good, I’m ordering some lunch for everyone. It’ll be here in a bit,” she responds, not bothering to look up. 
Walking back down the hallway and stairs, the curly haired man makes it to the green room and collapses back onto the couch he’d occupied previously. He wishes Steve was laying with him instead of at home, probably watching tv with Robin since Not Just Coffee is closed Tuesdays. Grabbing his phone, he pulls up their text thread and sighs. 
Miss you. 
It’s innocuous enough that his boyfriend won’t think much of it, but will probably reply. Shutting his eyes, Eddie shifts so he’s on his back, stomach and hands resting on his stomach as he waits. As he relaxes, everything starts weighing down on him- just how sore this throat is, how achy he feels, how his sinuses feel stuffed with congestion and his nose is running. 
A few minutes pass before his phone vibrates against his skin. Slowly bringing the screen close, he smiles. 
Miss you too. Robin says hi. 
Hey Birdie. What’re you guys up to? Adventuring and causing havoc? 
Very funny. No, we’re just having a slow day. Made pancakes, now we’re waiting for Nance to come over. It’s raining here so we’re just watching movies all day. 
Jesus I wish I was there, could cuddle up with you and take a nap. 
Tired? You guys had a long drive last night right?
Yeah. Long drive, slept like shit. 
I’m sorry babe. Hopefully you can rest a little before run through.
Currently alone in the green room laying on the couch. 
Alone huh? 😏
As much as I would love to indulge in getting each other off, I wouldn’t be surprised if Zack came down. He’s too good at knowing when we are. Plus lunch will be here soon. 
Damn. Not that I could really do it either right now. 
Can’t wait to see you again. It feels like it’s been years. 
Four days you goof. 
Still. Feels like 4 years. 
I miss you too Eds. So much. You go try and relax some before lunch. I’ll talk to you later. ❤️
Love you Stevie. Have fun watching movies. Tell Nancy I say hi. 
Love you too. I will. 
The second Eddie finishes reading the last text, he deflates. He shuts his eyes again and ends up drifting as he thinks about his friends and boyfriend, about Eggnog their cat and how he can’t wait to be home. 
“Food’s here!” 
Eddie jerks awake, sitting up as everyone clambers through the green room door. Quickly, he rubs his eyes and brushes a few stray curls from his face. He feels no better, but no worse, so that’s a win in his book. Chelsea, Jeff and Gareth are carrying bags of food in their arms. He tries to sniff the air to see what they’ve brought but when he does he’s met with a stuffed up nose and he holds a cough in. 
“What’s for lunch?” 
“Chinese. She ordered some of everything,” Tim tells him as said bags are placed on the table.
Everyone gets what they want, but Eddie’s not concerned with the race for it all. He knows there will be a little container of lo mein somewhere in a bag, his usual. As expected, the white box is handed to him and he’s grateful this is his favorite thing and not spicy orange chicken. 
Zack and Jake crack open fortune cookies as Eddie stabs at a piece of carrot to go along with some noodles, knowing he needs to eat even if he doesn’t want to. Feeling like one big ache, the guitarist eats silently. 
“Dude are you good? You’ve been weirdly quiet today. And you’re like…not being you.” 
Gareth looks at him with concern, and Chelsea and Zack seem to realize this too, turning toward him. 
“I’m good. Just tired,” he lies. “Trying to save all my energy for tonight.” 
When they all look skeptical, he sighs and throws his head back dramatically, ignoring the swimming sensation that overtakes his brain. 
“Don’t you worry you’re pretty, mother hen heads, I, Eddie Munson, am ready for a great night. Someone just happened to keep me up last night from snoring,” Eddie shoots Jeff a look, who looks guilty. 
“Sorry dude.” 
“No harm done, as long as you guys don’t continue to talk shit about me,” he gives a grin. 
That seems to placate everyone, and they go back to eating lunch. Eddie relaxes a little, not wanting to have to deal with everyone being annoyed at him. By the time they’re all finished, he feels just slightly better, his head isn’t hurting as badly and the chill seems to have receded somewhat. He can do this. 
Sound check, to none of his surprise, is mind numbing and like a new brand of torture. His monitors are making his ears feel uncomfortable and achy, and every time Gareth hits a drum or cymbal, it rings out through his head like a gunshot. He’s pretty sure he’s five seconds away from throwing the man’s hi-hat off the stage when he then changes to his mic, the one only the band can hear in their mix. 
After going through Jeff’s guitar and vocals, and then Tim’s bass, they reach Eddie, who’s flopped on his back yet again, making it harder for their sound guy Brian to see when he needs his mix adjusted. Oh well. Standing, Eddie heads up to his mic that’s placed in its stand, and starts reciting his usual sound check spiel about how they need to stay focused tonight, how they need to put on the best performance of their lives. 
He keeps his mouth directly against the mesh of the mic, lips dragging over it. He’s probably germing it up like crazy, but it’s only for him through the whole tour, and he can wipe it down later. After talking, he knows the next step is singing a few bars, so he takes a breath and hopes to whatever deity is out there that his voice doesn’t crack. 
Miraculously, it doesn’t. That is, it doesn’t until they’re halfway through running their first song with the full track and lights, and his voice catches as he goes to hit a higher note. Eddie winces, Tim and Jeff laugh, and Gareth’s voice rings through their in-ears. 
“Damn, that could have been on a highlight reel. Was Jake recording?” 
Eddie shoots the finger towards the drummer, continuing to sing, though he sings ‘fuck off Gareth’ instead of the actual lyrics. 
They go through only three of their 17 song set. It’s the lead guitarist and vocalist who calls it, his throat screaming in protest. He’s starting to worry about how exactly he’s going to get through tonight’s set. He’s pushed through a show with a stomach virus, even performed last year with a high fever, but he’s never had to deal with a sore throat this intense before. 
“Okay, I think we’re good. We just played everything yesterday. If you guys have stuff you need to work through, go ahead, but if you don’t need me, I need to pee,” Eddie addresses his band mates, who all look at him skeptically as he sets his guitar down. 
“You’re good man, go before you pee your parents,” Tim assures, and Eddie slides off the stage to find the nearest restroom. 
A couple of minutes later, after peeing, blowing his nose a few times and washing his hands, the musician makes his way back out, hands still damp due to no paper towels. He refuses to use the hand dryers that blow air out thanks to having read some article online about how they harbor bacteria. Chelsea is right outside the door, waiting for him, making him jump. 
“Jesus Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” 
The woman smirks and shakes her head before going back to looking serious. 
“Are you okay?” 
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” 
“You’ve been…unusually unenergetic today. And if you’re too sick to perform, I need to know now, instead of an hour before the sh-“ 
“I’m fine, Chelsea. Do I feel a little under the weather? Yeah, I guess. But definitely not bad enough to cancel,” he shakes his head, feeling suddenly prickly and ready to fight. 
“Because the flush on your cheeks and the sound of your voice is very convincing,” she deadpans, and Eddie tenses. 
“I know what I’m doing! I know my limits. I know what I can and can’t do. Don’t try and tell me you know how I feel.” 
Arguing isn’t usually something he does with people on tour, but if he does, 9 times out of 10 it’s with Chelsea or Gareth. She looks at him and he stares back, as if to challenge her. Finally, she breaks eye contact. 
“If you pass out on stage, don’t blame me,” she says tersely, and Eddie rolls his eyes. 
“Yeah, alright. Tonight’s going to be the best show yet, just wait and see.” 
An hour later, the vip stuff starts. 36 people are lined up outside the green room, hanging out in the expansive hallway. A few at a time, people all over the age range spectrum come in, meeting and talking to the band for a couple of minutes. Jake gets a photo for everyone, and then they move to the next people. Eddie keeps his energy up, though not as high as he usually would. A few girls in their young twenties seem to notice, one asking if he’s alright. 
“I’m good sweetheart, don’t worry. Jeff just kept me up all night snoring,” he jokes playfully, tossing a look back to the guitarist, who gives him the finger. 
By the end of the meet and greets, Eddie feels significantly worse. There’s only thirty minutes till the concert, which means an hour and thirty minutes until Corroded Coffin goes on. Sitting down, he leans his elbows and forearms against his thighs, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. Hair falls in front of him. Fuck. 
A hand on his shoulder has him looking up. Zack’s standing there with Chelsea, everyone else looking from behind the two. 
“You’re sure you’re alright to do this tonight?” 
Eddie nods, giving what he hopes is a convincing smile. “Yep, I’ll be good to go. Preserving my energy,” he explains, waving a hand in the air lazily. 
Zack doesn’t look fully convinced, and he must not be, because a moment later, the back of his hand connects with the musician's forehead. The bearded man looks back at their manager, sharing a look. 
“Definitely need to find some Tylenol, maybe a thermometer too.” 
“I’ll go find someone on the event medical staff,” Chelsea scurries off, leaving all the boys alone. 
“Dude, don’t push yourself,” Tim says worriedly. “Canceling one show won’t-“ 
“I’ve performed through far worse than a cold, dude,” Eddie says, not bothering to open his eyes as he shifts so he can lay down, stretching his legs out.
Zack, Tim, Jeff and Gareth all start horsing around, telling jokes to Jake’s camera. Jake moves closer to Eddie, talking. 
“Sick as hell and still going strong! What a trooper he is.” 
For his part, Eddie just cracks an eye open and sticks his tongue out. “Nothin’s gonna keep me from performing, baby!” 
A few minutes tick by and then Chelsea is walking back in with two women dressed in navy shirts and bdu’s. Their shirts have little ‘Fulton County EMS’ emblems on the upper right corner, the man notices as one crouches in front of him. She’s got long dark hair pulled into a ponytail, and he thinks she’s maybe from some eastern country. She’s pretty, and he gives her a tired smile. 
“Hey, Eddie, right? Hear you’re not feeling so great,” she says sympathetically. “I’m Violet, that’s my partner Julie,” she gestures to the other woman who’s rummaging around a red bag. 
“Nice to meet you,” he rasps, clearing his throat and wincing. “Sorry to be such a pain in the ass.” 
“It’s what I’m here for, don’t worry. Trust me, this is more exciting than dealing with a split lip or concussion,” she assures, slipping a stethoscope off that’s hanging around her neck. 
He stays cooperative as she listens to his lungs and takes his blood pressure and heart rate. Julie slips a thermometer under his tongue and holds it there. When it beeps, she slips it back in its pouch. 
“101.5.” 
A few of the guys in the room make sympathetic noises. 
“And you wanna perform?” Violet asks, grabbing her own light from her pocket. “Open wide for a sec.” 
“Just because I have a silly fever doesn’t mean I can’t perform,” Eddie shrugs before complying. 
“Damn, those are some of the worst looking swollen tonsils I’ve seen. No wonder you sound awful.” She pats his shoulder and grabs a bottle of water. “Alright, I’m gonna give you a strong dose of ibuprofen, and we’re gonna get a banana bag; electrolytes basically, hooked up to you. That should be able to get you through the show. But I’d suggest finding a doctor to check you over fully tomorrow. Not sure if you should really continue going for the next couple of days,” Violet explains. 
“Thank you, we’re definitely going to be seeing someone tomorrow,” Chelsea nods. 
Julie’s been unraveling some tubing and getting things hooked up, and soon Violet’s swabbing the crook of his left arm.
“Alright, just a quick pinch okay?” 
The IV is started and Eddie shivers, taking the ibuprofen as the electrolytes start getting pushed into his body. There’s only 45 minutes before they start, 35 until they need to head up. Eddie hopes this shit will work, because it’s starting to hit him now, just how sick he really feels. 
He’s been laying there for 24 minutes when his phone buzzes. Grabbing it, he sees Steve’s name on the screen. 
“Hello?”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Steve’s voice is all worry, and he’s confused as to how he would even know. 
“What?” 
“Jeff posted a photo of you with the caption ‘fever of one-oh-one and still determined to rock tonight’s show’. You sound miserable, baby.” 
“I’ll be ok, got an IV giving me the good stuff,” Eddie says softly. When he sees Tim starting to get up, and the other two following, Eddie sniffles and sits up. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you after. Love you.” 
“Be safe. Love you too.” 
Violet comes over and takes his IV out, wrapping his arm with a bright red bandage, laughing when Eddie grins. 
“Matches my guitar.” 
“I tried to, at least,” she grins back. 
“Thank you, seriously.” 
His voice sounds no better, but he can tell the fluids have helped a bit, no longer feeling like death warmed over, more like death lukewarm-ed over. Coughing into his arm, the curly haired man stands and shivers, but takes his sweatshirt off, revealing a plain black tee. He grabs his signature denim vest from his bag and slips it on, realizing he probably should have put some kind of makeup on to at least hide the dark circles under his eyes. Too late now. 
Downing half a bottle of water as they walk up the stairs and down the hallway to the back of the stage, the others turn to him. 
“You got this man!” Jeff squeezes his shoulder. Tim nods in agreement. 
“If anyone can do this while sick, it’s Eddie fuckin’ Munson.”
“…if you need a second at any point, just…please take it?” Gareth looks at his best friend. Eddie nods. 
They head out on stage where the curtain is drawn. Picking up his guitar, the twenty six year old lets out a breath, coughs a few times, then tries to relax. This is what he was born to do. A cold isn’t going to get in the way of it. He can hear the crowd on the other side of the stage for a moment before slipping his in-ears in, then it’s muffled considerably. 
“5…4…3…2…1…” 
They all start playing as the curtain opens, and Eddie lets himself get lost in the adrenaline high, energy suddenly thrumming throughout his body. 
They have seven songs left when Eddie, who’s been doing great all things considered with the past ten, starts flagging. He’s as energetic as always, no different than any of the other concerts. Anyone who doesn’t know he’s sick shouldn’t have a clue that he’s still sporting a fever of 101. Corroded Coffin starts up on another song and the lead vocalist sings out, turning once to cough in the middle of the verse. While Jeff plays a solo, he uncaps a bottle of water and takes a few gulps, trying to soothe the pain in his throat that’s now back with revenge. 
He goes back to singing seven seconds later, fingers moving effortlessly across the guitar neck. As they fade into the next song, Eddie wonders if it’s the lights beating down on him that’s making him feel a little too hot. Swallowing, he comes in on the verse a half second late, but manages to pick back up and correct himself. This song turns out to be the one that alerts all the fans of just how sick Eddie actually is. 
It’s long, he and Jeff both have guitar solos, and it also happens to be the one that’s maybe the heaviest vocally there is, with louder and harsher demand on his vocal chords. The adrenaline high is crashing rapidly. Halfway through the song he pulls back from the mic, coughing raggedly into his arm, wincing at how it hurts his throat. Jeff manages to step up and continue leading when Eddie; red cheeked and suddenly wan looking, takes a shaky sip of his water. 
When it doesn’t help anything, he continues to let Jeff take it, walking to the back of the stage to cough more, gagging from the force of it. 
“Dude, you okay?” Gareth’s voice comes through their monitors, and Eddie waves him off, nodding as he straightens back up.
As soon as he turns to make his way back, he coughs again, wincing as it tears at his throat and makes his ears ache. His right temple is throbbing and the musician feels a wave of weakness wash over him, like his whole body gets its bones replaced with jelly, like his muscles are now spaghetti noodles. Holy shit this isn’t good. 
“Eddie, man, what’s going on,” Gareth tries again. He looks over past the stairs off to the side of the stage at Zack and Chelsea, who start moving to the sound booth to get to the only way to communicate with them, the mic that their engineer has. 
Jeff is finishing the song now, and as the band lapses into silence to change the tuning of their instruments, they look at each other. Eddie looks at Gareth and shakes his head, feeling fuzzy. He knows this isn’t good. The crowd is starting to get a little rambunctious, and Eddie feels like if he tries to sing one more note he might actually cry or throw up. Or both. 
“Eddie, what’s going on? Gareth is he ok?” Chelsea’s voice is loud in the four band mates' ears. Eddie pops one of his IEM’s out, then meets Gareth’s eyes. 
“I feel really fucking shitty Gareth…I need to sit or something…fuck…” he says close to the man’s ear. His voice sounds like he’s swallowed glass, like it’s a mouthwash he’s gargled with, and he sounds exhausted and weak. The drummer winces and goes to hold his own mic close. 
“We’re gonna have to stop. He can’t…” 
No one really knows what to do exactly. They’ve never had to stop a show before. Finally, even through his fever-fogged brain, Eddie goes back up to his mic and takes it off its stand, guitar still hanging from his shoulder.
“Hey guys.” 
The arena goes silent, all 19,000 people suddenly hushing. It’s almost eerie. 
“Uh, some of you might know if you follow Jeff on Instagram but…” Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “I’m really fucking sick. I thought I could get through the show tonight, got an IV and everything beforehand,” he trails off to cough away from the mic. 
“I don’t think I can finish, my whole body is basically screaming at me if I don’t lay down in the next ten minutes it’s gonna make me lay down whether I want to or not. I’m so sorry, this isn’t fair to any of you guys, and it sucks major ass. I’ll uh, see if we can do something for you guys, so don’t lose your tickets,” he talks with as much energy as he can muster, but it’s falling flat even to his own ears. 
“Thank you guys for being understanding, and for coming. It means the world to get to see everyone enjoying our songs. I hope you guys don’t hate us too much for cutting it short. Thanks again, and have a good night.” 
Eddie sets his mic back into its holder, then takes his guitar off. Gareth, Jeff and Tim are all watching him with worried eyes, scrambling to get out their equipment down too, and follow their friend. 
“Fuck,” Eddie mumbles, stopping just to get his bearings. 
He leans back against the cool brick wall, shivering, simultaneously too hot and too cold. He slides down into a sitting position, knees against his chest. A second later his band mates, Zack, Chelsea, Jake, and both Violet and Julie are around him. Zack’s on the phone, Jake’s camera is loosely around his neck, and his eyes are wide. Chelsea looks stunned, and so do the other three band members. 
“Hey, Eddie, how’re you feeling?” Violet asks. 
“Like fucking garbage.” It comes out weak and shaky, the opposite of what he’s trying for, wishing it had come out playful and dramatic. 
A thermometer is once again slipped into his mouth, and he stays silent. A beep, and it’s pulled out. 
“102.6. Let’s get him moved back to the green room, that way he can actually lay down. Eddie, hun, do you think you can walk?” 
“Yeah,” Eddie stands, feeling entirely too shaky. He stubbornly walks the whole way, not embarrassing himself more than he already has by needing help. He gets to the couch in the green room just as he feels himself woozy. 
He hears Jeff and Tim talking about his fever, wondering how he performed at all. Gareth’s on the phone with someone. 
“Alright, so…do we just let him try to sleep this off? Or do we get him to an ER? Or?” Chelsea bites at her lip. 
“With the fact he’s had fluids and a fever reducer in the past two hours and is still this sick, I’d probably suggest transporting to the ER, just so they can figure out what’s going on. I know you guys travel a lot too, so it’ll probably speed the whole process up. We can get him hooked back up to fluids, get him an ice pack or two, see if we can get that fever down. Eddie? How’s your chest? You breathing alright?” 
The guitarist looks up at Violet with fever bright eyes and nods. “S’good. Throat hurts, body hurts, head hurts,” the man mumbles, shivering. 
“Eds, she thinks it’s best to go ahead and take you to the ER, that’ll help get you feeling better. Is that alright?” 
“S’fine…can I have my phone?” 
Gareth hands it to him and he fumbles to get it in his pocket. 
“Alright, we’re gonna get you on the stretcher okay? It’s just a few steps away, you think you can make it there? These guys can help pick you up if you wa-“ 
“They’ll drop me, I got it,” Eddie attempts to joke, knowing they wouldn’t actually, not in this serious of a situation. 
“Hey man! I wouldn’t drop you!” Gareth says indignantly, now off of his cell phone. He moves close to the gurney as Eddie gets on, giving him a smile. “We’ll try and see you in a bit. We’re gonna go head down to see some of the fans as a consolation prize,” he laughs, and Tim squeezes his shoulder. Jeff jokingly presses a kiss to his head. 
“Feel better man.” 
“Thanks. Have fun getting trampled and felt up.” 
From there it’s a blur. Eddie starts dozing restlessly, catching tiny things like him getting a new IV, being asked about his last oral intake (which he barely mumbles out), and getting taken into the freezing night air. He holds the scratchy, thin blanket tighter, then opens his eyes for a moment. Hundreds of fans are looking over, most with their phones out. 
Weak and shaky, he makes the ‘rock and roll’ hand sign, keeping his pinky and pointer finger up, then raises it in the air, arm shaking the whole time. Violet snorts beside him as they maneuver and lock the stretcher into place before electronically raising the wheels up, sliding it into the truck. 
“Alright mister rock and roll, we’re gonna out this IV into your hand, have a preference which one?” Violet smiles, and Eddie just stares confusedly. 
The next time he’s coherent and lucid enough to truly process what’s going on, he’s got an ice pack on his forehead and on both sides of his neck and under his armpits. He’s no longer in the back of an ambulance, instead he’s in a room with sterile white walls that smells of antiseptic and plastic. 
Feeling like he’s been hit by a bud, Eddie’s about to fall asleep again when a noise to his left has him forcing his eyes back open. There, sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair is Steve, scrolling on his phone. Blinking, the musician coughs a little, which makes his boyfriend look up. 
“Eds.” 
The nickname comes out shaky, and Eddie instantly reacts, moving his arm out, but it catches on something and he hisses. Looking down, he now notices that there’s an IV line coming out from the top of his hand, blue veins standing out against his paler than normal skin. Oh. Right. 
“Stevie…” he coughs, just barely able to turn away. A shiver runs through his body and he lets his eyes shut again. A hand scoots under his own, making him smile a little. 
“I was eating dinner with Robin and suddenly my phone starts blowing up with Twitter and Instagram notifications of people asking if you’re okay,” Steve says softly. “I didn’t even know you had to stop the show, I just suddenly saw all these photos of my dumb boyfriend getting wheeled on a stretcher into an ambulance.” 
“M’sorry…” 
“It’s not your fault…mostly. I mean. It is. But…right now I’m just glad you’re relatively ok,” the twenty four year old shifts his chair close enough he can lean against Eddie’s shoulder. 
“Where’s everyone?” 
“Chelsea and Zack are out grabbing some food. The guys are staying in a hotel for the night, everyone else is going ahead and heading to Indianapolis to hang for a few days till you’re feeling well enough. How are you feeling?” 
“Worse than I think I’ve ever felt in my life,” he admits, fiddling with the IV tube. 
“Well you have strep, and the beginnings of an ear infection. Doc said this is one of the worst cases of strep he’s seen that hasn’t progressed to scarlet fever,” Steve explains, running a hand through his hair. Eddie melts into the touch. 
“Thought scarlet fever was from like, the 1800’s.” 
“Still around. It’s when strep progresses.” 
“Ugh this sucks. I had to cancel in the middle of the show,” Eddie rubs his face with his free hand. He starts coughing, not stopping until Steve holds a straw to his lips and he sips at water. It hurts like a bitch. 
“Yeah, a bunch of people dm’d me videos. You sounded so fucking sick Eddie, how the hell did you even do that much of the concert?” 
“Adrenaline and spite.” 
Snorting, Steve shakes his head and kisses his temple. “Try and rest ok? They’re pumping you full of fluids and antibiotics. Think they also said something about giving you a dose of steroids for your poor throat if you want it. Your tonsils are apparently very impressive. Three nurses came in to see,” he laughs. 
“Damn right they are,” Eddie gives a sleepy grin, sniffling. “Love you Stevie…thanks for driving up.” 
“Eh, it was more for me than you,” the blue eyed man teases before nodding. “Even if I was 10 hours away I would have come. Just might have taken a little longer. Sleep now.” 
When Eddie wakes up again, it’s dark. Steve is asleep in the plastic chair, and the musician feels bleary and disoriented. Blinking, he sees his phone and tries to grab it but it clatters to the ground, effectively waking his boyfriend with a jolt. 
“Wha?” 
“Sorry, sorry…tried to grab my phone,” Eddie rasps. He notices his throat isn’t making him want to cry anymore. It’s still ridiculously painful, but nothing compared to twelve hours ago. 
“Here…” Steve grabs the black iPhone and hands it to him. 
Eddie shifts until he’s on the edge of the hospital bed, then looks at Steve with big eyes. “Join me?” 
Moments later, they’re both snuggled against each other. The musician unlocks his phone, eyes widening at the sheer amount of notifications he has. There’s a bunch of texts from people on the crew, his band mates, as well as Wayne, a few friends, and even a couple of other musicians. Twitter and Instagram he’s afraid to even look at. Finally, after replying to the texts, he heads to Twitter, wincing at all the photos he sees of him doing a metal hand sign on the stretcher. He doesn’t even remember doing it. 
Clicking the button to compose a new tweet, he leans his head against Steve’s shoulder. 
To everyone at Corroded Coffin’s Chicago show- thanks for coming out and putting up with my sick as hell ass. Turns out strep throat, swollen tonsils and a fever don’t mix well with singing. If I’m honest, I barely remember the show at all. Anyone who got the meet and greet and hugged me, you should probably bathe in bleach. If you do get sick, DM me a photo of your ticket and your meds, and I’ll send you something special.  Stay Metal my friends. 
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please tell us about your experience/feelings/thoughts when you have the time? i wanna live vicariously through you
sure! i'll put everything under a cut because i'm sure i'll ramble. thank you for asking!
i went to both belmont day 2 and newark so i'll split them up like that. happy to answer questions about anything i didn't get into here!
new york day 2:
had soundcheck for this day. i don't remember what time we got there but we never planned on queueing early or trying to get barricade so i think we got there around 2:30p? getting our wristbands and vip packages was super easy and organized. seemed to have missed out on all the drama (i guess there were some fights??) but saw a few people having full-on meltdowns. one girl was screaming and crying at staff but i'm not sure why -- i think it had something to do with the vip merch line. no idea. don't treat people like this regardless of the reason.
got inside the venue and hopped in the merch line. bought a picket and the hoodie. got in our grouped soundcheck sections. more people fighting about "cutting in lines." dumb if you ask me but whatever. again, don't yell at venue staff about this shit i worked in a venue and i promise they do not care, they will kick you out.
soundcheck was great! we hung back around the sound booth and had a great view and plenty of room to just exist in the air conditioning. yoongi is so tiny irl like that is just a little grandpa i love him so much. p sure soundcheck setlist is the same but he did people, people pt 2, and sdl.
the show was amazing!! i managed to avoid all setlist spoilers so imagine my shock when that was the show :') some parts were hard to see because the stage depressed at some points and you can't see it from further back on the floor. i think the only song i would've wanted to see that he didn't do is what do you think but overall 10/10.
newark:
we had a suite for this show but saw on twitter that it was a shitshow for vip people. lots of people got kicked out for alcohol/straight up starting fist fights. got in the vip line when doors opened at 6:30 and got talking to a woman who worked at the venue and she said ppl were screaming at her and crying when they were sold out of the merch they wanted. entitled scumbag behavior i am begging y'all to act better. embarrassing and anyone who did this should be ashamed of themselves but i know they won't be.
lines were super long and even slower so the show got delayed by about 25 mins. didn't get into our suite until just after 8. met some really lovely tumblr people!! grabbed a bite to eat and got to our seats.
show was the same setlist-wise but i think he definitely had more energy (you could tell he was still not feeling great in new york) and the crowd felt more into it, too. apparently jimin's suite wasn't very far from ours and it would've been super cool to see them do tony montana but oh well. loved seeing everything i missed from being on the floor.
general thoughts:
really, really glad i went. super proud of yoongi for doing this and i think he's just the coolest person ever. he's an incredible performer and the shows were amazing. loved his lil emotional support water bottle he kept a grip on in new york <3 also thank you yoongi for the ddaeng crumb <3
if you're going to any of the future dates i promise you will have an incredible time. stress might be a lil high but pls be nice to venue/event staff and the people around you. no sense in paying all this money to be miserable and mean and make yourself have a bad time.
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Welcome!!! It’s so exciting to still see new people joining! After all, we all played the same game and spent the same amount of time on it, so the time when we joined doesn’t really matter at all. :D
That’s bumming but on the positive side, you can get them later on again when you feel like doing a replay. I bet it will be satisfying, to come back to the game after some time and watch your cg gallery fill once again.
Aren’t we all whales of some sort
but I'm glad you found tricks so it's at least something, but I bet it must’ve still been frustrating losing the content. You may have already seen it but if you like-to really turn into a whale and sell your heart to Saeyoung to get some bonus content and physical merch, you might wanna check the RFA VIP/Special believer packages out. They among other stuff also give a bunch of hourglasses and unlimited calling cards for everyone. http://msg.cheritz.com (I know it might look shady at first but I promise it's an actual legit site xD) you can find more information there than on Cheritz Market + it has really cute bonus comic material!
Don’t worry!! I’m happy I could be your first ask! Hopefully, you will get even more in the future. :> My day was kinda rough actually, but it gave me a smile when I saw you interacting with my post! I am usually very passive in fandoms but Mystic Messenger just has a special place in my heart, and I totally love interacting with people who played it! I hope your day will also treat you well!
Heyo, hi again~ :"3
Perhaps~ It's been more fun since I finally started sharing. I was posting just a tiny bit on my main blog some time ago, but it felt like not many of my followers there really knew much about it, so I just decided to make a separate blog. It helps me stay organized too. People who only like one thing can follow this or that, y'know.
Ye, I'm not terribly concerned about the illustrations as much. However, I did force myself not too long ago to get all of Yoosung's bad endings in one fell swoop so I wouldn't have to choose the horrible answers again, so I really hope I don't lose that illustration or chats. ^^'' I only want to give nice answers to Yoosung! :"3 💖 One illustration I lost was the one of Rika with the plants, so I'll have to replay.. I think the Ray after ending. I know I already earned that one. I lost Jaehee's Valentine's illus twice, but it's no big deal because they're free after you buy the episodes once. :p I swear I keep losing the same Zen picture on the first row in his album.
Chichichi~ Actually, if I had only known how much I would have ended up spending, I really should have just bought the VIP kits. Without getting a single thing of merch, I calculated over $200. T __T orz I actually really like the illustration on the Yoosung pillow. I have it as my banner thingy here. Maybe a plush sometime, that'd be nice. At this point I'd have to see the gains if I did end up getting the packs sometime. I need to finally get a new income then I'll think about it. + 3+ Oh man, I actually did look at the official site before I finished a playthrough actually. I still remember that one ama where the characters wear glasses and I was like "wahwahwahwah???"
Aww ♥ I'm happy~ Honestly really happy that I was able to brighten your day a bit, you brightened my day as well! ; v; I feel you, though. With Mystic Messenger, sometimes I just want to gush about something and sometimes I feel like I have no one to gush to.
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TWITL - week thirty-nine - Thinkin' We're In Love - #TylerRich
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We had the best weekend! We went up to Reno to see Tyler Rich play at the Cargo Concert Hall on Friday night and stayed a couple of nights at the Silver Legacy. It was lovely to get away and to experience a great show. https://flic.kr/p/2nQuBTv We got to Reno in plenty of time to check-in at the hotel and take the short walk to the venue. We found it easily enough then headed back to the hotel for a drink. When it was time, we were back at the Cargo Concert Hall for the early admittance for VIP ticket holders. Yes, we went VIP for this show. https://flic.kr/p/2nQs52S The VIP experience meant early entry to the venue, a two song acoustic set with Q&A (though no one asked any questions), a meet and greet laminate, a photo with Tyler, a collectible tour poster, and merchandise shopping before the doors opened for general admission. https://flic.kr/p/2nQshd5 Tyler took the stage after most of the VIP attendees were inside and when he saw us, he gave us a little extra smile. He sang "11:11" and "Leave Her Wild" for us and answered the one question most people asked ("Yes, Sabina is here"). He said we'd see her in the crowd later bopping around. After the two song set, we were invited to line up for pictures with him. We hung back a little to let others get their turn before joining the line. There wasn't a huge crowd of us, which gave Tyler time to chat a little. When it was our turn, Tyler greeted us warmly and we took our pictures together. https://flic.kr/p/2nQtLLt Robyn Ottolini opened for Tyler and she was FANTASTIC! I watched her show from the back but even back there I could feel and see her energy. She sounded great! And her songs were catchy. I really liked her. After Robyn's set, we joined the crowd closer to the stage. We caught sight of Sabina and had to say hello. It was SO GOOD to see her! We took a couple of pictures together and then Tyler started his set. https://flic.kr/p/2nQu2GB Tyler's show was AMAZING. We've seen him perform many times over the past seven years (wow, SEVEN YEARS) and I have always enjoyed his shows. He has grown a lot as a performer and this show is definite proof. He sounded great and the guys in the band were fantastic. The whole show was so well put together and I loved it. The venue had the right amount of space and comfort. It was perfect for such an intimate show. https://flic.kr/p/2nQpci7 After the show, Tyler stayed after a bit to say hello and take pictures with fans. We found Sabina again and took more pictures together because of better lighting but I think my hand wasn't too steady with some of the shots. https://flic.kr/p/2nQtCP3 https://flic.kr/p/2nQ7vui Towards the end of the line of fans saying good bye, I decided I might as well get in for one last hug and photo with Tyler. It was great to talk a little with him and tell him how fantastic his show was (because man, it was amazing). He was glad to see us and we were glad to be there. https://flic.kr/p/2nQtDgW Our time in Reno otherwise... https://flic.kr/p/2nQxn9e It was nice being in Reno! The weather was lovely though I wouldn't have minded it being colder. Our room at the Silver Legacy was decent with a great view so no complaints there. Tyler's show was on Friday night, so we had all day Saturday to do what we wanted. We ate and drank and were in bed in time to get up super early Sunday and be home before the early NFL games started. Not bad! https://flic.kr/p/2nQw2BM Last thoughts... It makes me happy when Tyler and Sabina see us and light up. I do dearly love them and I'm glad for the moments we get to share. Tyler's shows just keep getting better and better and Sabina is always such a sweetheart. She is the ultimate hype woman and she has a warm and genuine soul. I love that they're my friends and I love that they consider us theirs. The only thing we missed was meeting the doggie! Next time? If you have a chance to check out Tyler's show, DO IT. Buy that ticket and have yourself a damn good time. https://flic.kr/p/2nQv2mP Read the full article
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soaring-aurora · 4 years
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What the DSMP gift you for Christmas ✩*⋆ ⍋* ❅
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Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, P!Skeppy, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, P!Philza, Nihachu, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Foolish Gamers, Eret, Punz
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A.N: this is gonna be different from all my other scenarios, because I'm putting all of them in one scenario. Also, fun fact, I'm writing all of this while listening to "We don't talk about Bruno" on repeat :D
Dream's rich. Man's a bill- sorry, mUlTi MiLlIoNaIrE, so anything you want you get. Want some jewelry? There you go. A ticket to your favourite band? Vip and meet and greet if there is one. Binders? He bought 10 and bought the safest ones and made sure to regularly check that you have taken them off after a certain amount of time
This is George's field. He was never good with words or expressing himself, but when it came to gifts he always seemed to hit the target with you. You would mention something you like and, after months, he'll still remember and gift it to you, if you haven't bought it yet. It's amazing how he always seems to remember everything you like
For some reason I feel like he goes all out for you. Sapnap doesn't get you only one present, he gets multiple. One of the gifts it's most likely a matching outfit for the both of you. I can imagine him buying both of you deer onesies and both of you taking many pictures in them to post or send to Callahan later haha
Well, except the amazing Christmas breakfast Bad cooks for the both of you he does give you other gifts. For some reason I imagine him gifting you jewelry, any kind of jewelry that you like. It could be a ring, a necklace or a bracelet, just something that'll make you remember of him when you look at it. 100% has his, yours and lucy's name on it
I'm not even joking when I say that Skeppy [Platonic] will gift you his merch for Christmas. Like deadass just a box full of his hoodies and hats. Even gift cards to his own shop. Ok, he'll also gift you something you wanted, but mostly his merch. But hey, you'll be 100% warm for the entire winter
Is it too cliche if I say that he writes you a song? I mean, he has to. Oh and you know how in movies the couples go on Christmas shopping, and one of them sees something they like and the other quickly plans to go buy it and gift it to them? Yes, that's Wilbur Soot.
C!Technoblade probably doesn't celebrate Christmas much. He was always alone on those days so he treated them like any other, and then you came into his life and suddenly he had to gift you something. It's your first Christmas togheter and he had to make this gift meaningful. So, he did the most reasonable thing and poured his entire heart and soul into a letter. Was it much? No, but it didn't need to be. Just the fact that he had gotten the courage to write about his own feelings after being so secretive about them for so long was a new thing for you. You swore you'd keep that letter with you forever
C!Philza [Platonic] is definitely the one that gifts you clothes for Christmas. From sweaters to socks, he gifts you all kinds of clothes. He also brings you something from Mumza and you two stop to talk about how she's doing
I think Nihachu would gift you something she made herself. A sweater with your initials stitched on the front or a bath bomb with your favourite scent; I can see her putting her heart and soul into what she does for you and always being happy to see your happy face whenever you open the present
Quackity definitely tricks you with a gift just to have a kiss. I can imagine him giving you a present that only contains a mistletoe and, after getting his kiss, he gives you the actual present. And another small present is dancing with you under the Christmas lights; it has become a tradition for you two to have a slow dance after opening gifts, just a sweet and cute moment between you two. Oh, and he definitely sings in Spanish while dancing
Here's a other one that will absolutely spoils you, Karl Jacobs. I can see him buying you plushies every Christmas and naming them just to get more attached. He sometimes exaggerates and buys you giant plushies that will definitely not fit in your already plushie filled room. Calls all the plushies your children, congrats you're a parent now
Foolish and his sister always have a competition to see who can give you the best gift every Christmas. At the moment they're tied. Your boyfriend always kept track of the things you liked and you and Moo always talked so she basically knows everything about you. They're always neck to neck. Of course it's all fun and games, and you adore to see Foolish go all pounty when you prefer his sister's gift
I feel like Eret would buy you something useful. Like if you ever mentioned something that you needed she would quickly take a mental note and boy it later on. Also definitely gifts you a crown and cape so that you two match and will post many MANY pictures of you cause she loves to show you off
This man's a mess. He's scared to gift you the wrong thing so sometimes he just asks you what you want without realising. He gets so flustered and embarrassed you have to give him some time to recover. It's rare to see Punz like this but giving gifts it's not really his forte. He does try his best and always gives you the right thing anyway
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thran-duils · 3 years
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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.3)
Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 2,559 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending Author’s Note: I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for AN HOUR as I’ve been writing this. What a club song.
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A handful of days later, you were following a bouncer through a crowded club. You and your friends had gone out to dinner and Tony had told you on the phone to come here after dinner. It was Natasha’s birthday, and you were supposed to be there to celebrate it with them. He had granted you permission to bring some of your friends. You were unsure if it was just him being nice or if he wanted to know who your friends were for a better read on you. Perhaps it was both.
“This is nice!” One of your friends said in your ear as the group of you were let into the roped off VIP area.
The plush, white seats of the multiple long booths were glimmering in the neon lights and your eyes were drawn to the sectioned video screen, watching the underwater animation on the different screens. Some people were already here, but the only one you recognized was Bucky. He was sitting with a couple of other men, and he gave you a little wave. You acknowledged him in return and noticed he took his phone out. There was a large chance he was texting Tony to let him know that you were there. Keeping tabs still and the thought of it made you scowl.
Even more so when you knew Tony was not there yet. If he wanted you here so bad, where was he? You could have gone to a bar after dinner for a while rather than just coming straight here like he requested. He had been on a business trip the last couple of days, and you were not close to Natasha. It was all about appearances for him. Appear happy. Appear like a power couple. You had acted your part well the other day in the restaurant and he had been satisfied with that. You had felt a flutter of pride seeing how he smiled at you, how impressed he had been at how you handled yourself. Like he saw some worth in you other than a trophy wife.
“Where are the drinks?” Your friend asked, interrupting your thoughts, and you snorted.
“My thoughts exactly.”
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Tony walked into the VIP section, followed by Rhodey and Bruce. His eyes were running over the people in there, some of them from his crew and the others, Y/N’s friends. He quickly realized Y/N was nowhere in sight and he sighed, annoyance bubbling in his chest. He had specifically told her to come here after they finished dinner. It was after 10:30pm; there was no way she was still eating dinner.
He had been in Atlanta the last couple of days and had just gotten back home mere hours beforehand.
Donning a mask of contentment, he walked over to the table where Natasha was sitting with Clint. He held out the bag he was holding, and Natasha waved him off.
“You did not need to buy me anything. You already provided this amazing space to celebrate me.”
“Take it or I’ll make you open it,” he half teased.
She kissed his cheek and he smiled in response, handing the bag off to her.
Standing straight again, his eyes landed on the ladies in the booth. Bucky was nowhere in sight, so he could not ask him, so he walked over to the women. They eyed him, some looking at him with curiosity, others with arousal.
“Ladies,” he greeted.
“Mr. Stark?” one of them ventured.
He flashed a smile, “Guilty. Can any of you tell me where my lovely wife is? Did she leave?”
“She’s dancing!” The woman closest to him answered over the music.
Tony exhaled, “Right. Okay. Thank you.”
“Thank you for inviting us!” the first girl said and he nodded.
“Anything to make Y/N feel more comfortable.”
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Near the railing, Bucky had already realized himself Y/N was not upstairs with the group when he noticed Tony arrived, so he was putting eyes on the crowd outside the VIP section where he had a better view of the dance floor. He was hoping to get an eye on her before Tony did in case anything was less than savory. She had left the section awhile ago and had not come back. In his drunk haze, he had not been paying close enough attention to the amount of time. Stupid stupid stupid. She was a target as much as Tony now, probably even more so because she could be held for ransom as collateral. He should have been paying more attention. He was not her body guard though; that had been Erick. And he had followed her down.
“Christ,” Bucky said to himself as he spotted Y/N near the bar.
“What?” Bruce asked him, his hand coming to rest on the railing as he peered over the crowd.
Bucky startled at Bruce’s voice but recovered quickly. “Where’s Tony?”
“Right here,” Tony answered from behind him. Bucky swallowed sharply before turning his head. “Where’s Y/N? Her friends said she was dancing.” He joined them at the railing. “Has she been drinking a lot?”
“They had a couple shots when she was up here. She left about twenty minutes ago to go downstairs. Erick went with her,” Bucky informed him. He saw Erick was off to the side though, not interfering with the scene in front of him. “She’s by the bar… with that guy.”
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The man’s hand slipped up your skirt and you stiffened.
Trying to pull away you turned around to face him. Taking a step back you kept dancing but carved out some space for yourself. The guy looked amused by the action and his hands were pawing at your hips again, yanking you close again. His hands slipped back, gripping at your ass.
“Okay,” you forced out a laugh, hands coming to his arms. “Let’s keep it friendly.”
“I’m being perfectly friendly,” he answered, refusing to let you get away.
Attempting to pull away, you said, “Friendly as in PG. No hands up the skirts.”
The guy chuckled, trying to pull you back to him. “Sweetheart, with legs like that, can you blame me for trying to touch you?”
“Yes, I can,” you told him, pulling away with more force this time. “We’re dancing, not dry humping.”
“Is there a difference?” he asked, still all smiles but you could see the tight lines at his eyes. The smile was becoming more forced. He was getting impatient. He was on you again, hands coming to your sides.
“I’m married. There’s a big—” you started to say before you were suddenly jerked away from the guy and a figure came in between the two of you.
It took you a few moments to register it was your husband. His back was to you but you could sense he was enraged.
“The fuck is your problem?” the guy shouted at Tony above the music.
“My problem is you’re touching my wife!”
The guy’s eyes shot to you, where you were standing behind Tony. He tried to brush of the awkwardness by crassly laughing, “Maybe you should tell your ‘wife’ to not be such a slut and guys like me wouldn’t put their hands on her!”
Tony’s fist collided with his center, right below the rib cage. The guy’s eyes bulged, gasping for air. Tony socked him again in the same spot with precision, causing his knees to buckle. Tony’s closed fist came down hard across his cheek, whiplashing the guy’s head and knocking him completely to the ground. The crowd had parted, and it was just the pair of them in the small circle, the music still bumping. The guy had not even stood a chance.
He turned on you now and your eyes were wide, shocked he had just beaten the crap out of someone in front of everyone.
“You. Me. Upstairs,” Tony ordered loudly to you, his hand clamping down around your arm.
“They’re gonna call the cops!” you gasped.
“They shouldn’t. I own the place,” Tony responded gruffly, his hand tight around your arm as he dragged you away.
When had he taken over? This place used to be Balthazar’s. Erick was there suddenly, and he was already pulling the guy to his feet. He told Tony he had it and Tony barely registered that he had heard him. You felt eyes on the pair of you as he moved through the crowd that parted easily for him at first but the further you got from the scene, it was a normal inebriated crowd dancing their lives away.
Tony was pulling you up the stairs and turned you away from where the VIP section was on the other end of the upper floor.
“What are you doing? Where are we going?” you demanded.
He did not answer you and took you down the hall that was marked Exit. He held up his watch to the door and it unlocked, and he pulled you inside. There were a couple of men sitting on the couches inside the room – you guessed it was the manager’s office.
“Get out!” Tony barked at them, and they scrambled to do what he said as quickly as possible.
As the door locked close again, Tony whipped you around him and let go of your arm in a fluid motion. His nostrils flared, his eyes wide with his anger. He was visibly shaking when he snarled, “How dare you disrespect me like that! Not even just in public but in my own fucking club!”
Just as enraged at being handled like you had been, you shouted back, “I didn’t ask him to touch me like that, Tony! I was trying to get away from him! Or were you too wrapped up in your own damn ego to notice that?”
Tony snorted, “You didn’t have to ask him if you were already dancing on your own! Seems to me you were looking for trouble! You should have stayed upstairs!”
“Yeah well, good thing you were there! I apparently need a handler!”
Tony was on you, hovering. “I’m glad you recognize that because you drive me insane!”
You shoved him and his eyes were wild, angry you had done it. Well, fucking good! He was blaming you for something you had not done, and he did not need to be so goddamn close. You did it again when he still didn’t give you space.
“I drive you insane?” you demanded.
“Immensely!”
“Right back at you!” you retorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t accuse me of things I haven’t done! You did the right thing taking me away, but your anger is completely misdirected! I wasn’t trying to disrespect you! I wanted to just dance! And then some guy comes and lays hands all over me! I told him I was married and he didn’t care! That was the problem! Not me wanting to dance! Redirect your anger, you pompous asshole!”
Tony’s hand came up to lazily point at his chest, sarcasm dripping, “Oh, I’m an asshole?”
“Did I stutter?”
“According to you, I just saved you from an uncomfortable situation!”
“Do you want me to throw you a fucking parade for acting like a decent human being who saw someone in trouble and came to the rescue?”
“You’re so goddamn overdramatic!”
“Overdramatic?”
“Did I stutter?” Tony spat back.
Your chests heaving from your passion, the anger thrumming, the two of you stared daggers through the other. The music was muffled by the door, only the bass thumping.
The air was tight.
Tony’s lips parted ever so slightly, and your eyes fell to the movement for a brief second before meeting his gaze again.
Too tight. It was spilling over.
You threw hands at him but in a different type of aggressiveness. Your fingers curled into his shirt, yanking him to you instead of away. Your lips crashed together, and his arms found their home around you. Your back hit the wall and he was grinding his pelvis into you, both of you gasping for brief air in between passionate kisses. His hands ruched your dress up over your hips and he quickly came to grip at your ass as he groaned into your kiss.
“Unzip me,” you gasped and he did so without any more direction, shoving the dress down your body, leaving you in your bra and thong.
Tony was breathing erratic, watching you hungrily.
“Lose them,” you told him, meaning his jeans, tugging at them, and he caught the gist.
The two of you moved in tandem, shredding clothing left and right until you found yourselves up against the couch, the back of Tony’s calves hitting it first. Climbing up and straddling him, you dipped down, holding his jaw as you kissed him with fervor. Tony’s tongue slipped past your lips, swirling around you own. You moaned into his mouth, grinding your hips and he responded in like.
His hands were gripping at the base of your ass, pulling you closer, forcing your pussy to brush against him harder.
You pulled away and he instinctively followed, his lips still pursed. You smiled at the sight, and he noticed, expression falling if only for a moment. You guided him to your entrance and you sunk slowly. His fingers flexed, his breath catching.
“God, you’re drenched,” he murmured, his cock fitting inside, brushing every nerve. “You’ve been such a goddamn tease.”
“A tease?” you asked, sinking completely and he groaned loudly, fully seated inside. “Maybe I was waiting for you to prove yourself! Apparently you can handle me.” You pulled back up, only his head buried in your folds to tease him. “What a coincidence.”
Tony responded with digging his fingers into your thighs and he thrusted hard.
Nipping at his nose, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“Stop stalling,” he growled. He was impatient.
He had been waiting for this for so long, you could gather that. If what your friend had overheard at the wedding was any indication of that. Well, you were going to let him have it.
You were bouncing, your thighs slapping against his. You were falling into the complete and pure pleasure. It was different with him; he was yours, you were his. You controlled the movements and he let you. He was so goddamn attractive and you felt the emotion overwhelming you that you were really married to this man. You needed to stake your claim and it only made you ride harder.
Tony held you close, whispering about how beautiful you were and how lucky he was. Bite marks were left along the top of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples and sucking in. He was worshiping you, completely lost.
And when he gripped you tightly, you gasped when you felt his cum coating, finishing deep. His hand came down, almost slapping, and his thumb found your clit between your bodies. He was rubbing with precision, encouraging you in soft tones.
“C’mon, baby.”
He had you tumbling and him still fully seated inside, the two of you shared in a moan as you clenched.
You grinded your hips once more, enjoying the feeling of him inside. The intimacy was what had been missing, the two of you holding out on the other, too preoccupied with being shielded. This felt good and you hoped it was not a fluke.
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angrelysimpping · 3 years
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It’s so rare I see someone who likes Darryl! I really loved the scenes where you get to save them. Do you have any headcanons about them or Landry? I think my favourite might be Jordan, their shower scenes are too cute 🥰
Anon you have unlocked some part of my brain that can think of something other than Whitney and Kylar and I don’t know how to thank you
Headcanons under the cut because I went a little overboard =P. TW for past abuse because, well, Darryl’s past
Darryl:
Their glasses are for reading only. They don't need them for everyday use. This is why Darryl will set them on top of their head when not using them
It would be better if they kept their glasses on a chain around their neck. Wouldn't forget where their glasses are (as often) if on a chain. Doesn't like the look of it though, thinks it makes them look too serious
Would be interested in a romantic relationship but not necessarily a sexual one. Not necessarily with the PC, but just in general
Sex is a big deal for them bc of their past. Any sexual relationship would start as a friendship then turn into romance then, maybe, into sex. Would take a long time to evolve from one to the other
Knows Briar and is not on good terms with them
Avoids going near the school at all costs. Does everything in their power to avoid Leighton. Might have actually banned Leighton from the club
Feel like Darryl would be a huge nerd. Like, could go off on a target about some minor historical fact for over an hour
Doesn't drink often. Only does when their head gets stuck in the past
Doesn't swear a lot. Even though they run a strip club that has some explicit VIP services, Darryl is saying 'dang' and 'Frick'
Will swear when their emotions run high! Knows every bad word under the sun and will use them!
Can't really do physical altercations because their fight/flight/freeze/fawn instinct is stuck on 'freeze.' Same for verbal altercations. Only enters into verbal fights on other people's behalf
Not one for physical contact unless they really trust you
Has three pet cats who are spoiled to hell
Afraid of dogs
I don't know why but I can't shake the idea that Darryl and Eden could be good friends?
Landry:
What do you mean you don't know what wi-fi is???? What do you mean you've been running a criminal operation without using the internet at all???? How?????
Doesn't know what 'a Google' is
Could be taught a few tech things but not much
You're a criminal Landry, do NOT give that random stranger your personal information
That Nigerian prince isn't real, do not give them your bank info. You have pulled almost the exact same scam on people in person 
If your password is 'password123' I’m taking your phone away until you learn how to secure it properly
7 wpm typing speed on a good day
Worked their way up to where they are. Started out stealing from houses and pickpocketing
Doesn't steal as much now, more into trading favors and selling to the black market
Knows a few very powerful people
On neutral terms with Bailey and Briar 
Micky is their child now
Very plain. Could easily be mistaken for someone else. Uses it to their advantage
When you agreed to go to this party with Avery, you did not expect to spot Landry among the guests. You almost didn’t recognize Landry at first. They're wearing nicer clothes than normal, if still on the lower end of the spectrum for a gathering like this. You make eye contact with Landry from across the room. They give you a slight nod and keep moving. Leaving Avery is not an option, not unless you're willing to face their rage later. You push Landry out of your mind and try to focus on the people Avery is talking to. It’s boring but these conversations usually don’t last too long. Avery tries to talk to as many people as possible at these parties; making connections, rubbing elbows, that whole shtick. As luck would have it, the next person Avery singles out to schmooze with is Landry. When Avery introduces Landry as 'Jesse,' you don’t bat an eye. You give Landry a shy smile that you know will earn you points with Avery, if at the expense of teasing at the pub. Maybe Landry will cut you some slack? After all, you don't say anything about how after shaking Landry's hand, Avery is wearing one less ring
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yakocchi · 3 years
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Becoming a Family With Him, Part 3 // Shuichi, Hikaru, Rhion, Luke, Eisuke
so this came out, as further celebration for the anni. VERY GOOD, much more appreciated than the prior story set lol that one was kind of boring but i get it
they made the kids for all the... kid-less ones, and the eisuke one that used to be VIP-exclusive is now here for everyone to buy (rip those ppl who gacha for it)
my rambling behind the cut (spoilers!!)
shuichi // as ud expect, shuichi has a literal hime ass looking girl (kikyo) for a daughter. she’s only 6, but is pretty calm and ladylike. She even calls her parents with –sama so... ok luckily shuichi does not strip down all the way in the presence of her daughter and only takes off his suit coat. thanks dad
anyway since shuichi has a break coming up, he wants to have a family trip how nice. but then the dang girl wants to go over to see eisuke WHAT when soryu exists and lives a block away? unrelatable, im closing the app anyway eisuke is her first love, which wtf he’s like 20 yrs older than u. even worse, mc says she’s been in love since she was like 3.
shuichi is reconsidering the benefits of democracy in his mind but eventually relents. but then they’re still following the fucc-days rule they set years ago. well, as he says in the story, RULES ARE RULES
blah blah i don’t want to go over everything bc then it’ll be boring reading the story when it comes out in engl right? also im tired bc it’s 1 am and i just want to play toontown in bed but nothing really bad happens. they are a v cute family bc shuichi is a pleasant and mature dad. kikyo and mc even do a little surprise for him at the end and it is very sweet. i feel like out of all the families, this is the most ideal
mad hatter // so they have twin sons named Rui and Kai. Rui is the childlike one that resembles Rhion in personality, Kai is the more mature one that resembles Al. man i forget that boy’s name but u get me i know they only can use stock bgs but it’s killing me that these dang kids get to sleep in what looks like separate king sized beds.
even though rhion is now a father of two, he still acts like... 10. i mean he still horni but it makes me feel weird
later it’s revealed that Ota teaches them both as an art tutor bc they both showed an interest in art. this is cute bc ota is bad with kids in this universe LOL
the ending on this one was weird cuz the kids didn’t show up in the entirety of the last ep bc it was about WORK. so uh... interesting
hikaru // so their son is named akari. haha get it because it means light. like how hikaru also means light. can mc name her kids unrelated to their father or is that against the Geneva convention
this kid actually acts like an actual little boy. like what hikaru would’ve probably turned into if not for the whole sad backstory. the story starts with akari just bringing a dog randomly home one day. he actually saved the dog (it is very cute bc he did not want the dog to cry), and then after a talk they decide to keep the dog as long as akari knows the responsibility of taking care of an animal.
so next day, the bidders come over to their house and everyone’s like woaw a dog. lol they come into their house as guests and eisuke and mamo still demand for beverages, they all suck
akari names the dog... “Light” (Raito) and i want out of this nightmare. Naturally bc Light is an abandoned dog it’s still kind of bad with interacting with things. But then Light suddenly be giving the ( ╹ਊ╹) to soryu bc remember, animals love him. everyone clowns on soryu for being an unintentional dog whisperer and then akari is like “soryu san pls make me ur apprentice” and he gives some advice like approaching it slowly, and talking to it from the front instead of back.
blah blah there’s a situation where Light goes YEET after a Doberman gets all angry and then hides bc then another dog is scaring it. hikaru swoops in to the save the day as the Real Dog Whisperer. ok it’s cute when hikaru actually gets to look cool  for once LOL
luke // luke is cute on the bc “pre-story” scene he’s actually pretty open to the idea of having kids; he actually goes “well imo we should think abt it pretty soon, but i wanted to hear ur opinion on it” but then he gets horni. and then he’s like “our kids are going to have your collarbones. awesomeee im looking forward to that” ....ok
ok cut to the actual story and they’re in Japan. Luke’s kid looks... strange versus the others. why are his eyes so big? omg voltage his eyes arent going to be saucers just cuz he half white also the kid’s name is Yuri (Or Urey). They couldn’t think of any other Brit-styled names? Like Harry? Henry? William? Wilfred? hey stan be my princess btw he’s pretty cute, though he gives serious “timid kid that gets bullied in the children’s movie” vibes. He calls Luke “daddy” and mc “mammy/mommy”.
so luke talks about his relationship w/ soryu and eisuke and then yuri is like “i want friends like that” wow cute but also find less ethically-complicated friends
so luke lets yuri meet a young patient of his (haru) so they can be friends. they get along so it’s good. haru gets in critical condition later so luke zooms outta there to do the operation.
LOL but at the end yuri is like, “i want to make more friends. (...) can i go to the bidder’s room from now on?” this boy works fast
And then he’s like “Eisuke-san... please be my friend.” HIS POWER. even eisuke was like :O so then eisuke orders a whole bunch of food and books up to the penthouse. But then yuri’s like “...i like eisuke’s eyes” and everyone’s like oh man that’s gonna be his fetish
Baba: why have u started to have an interest in eyes Yuri: I read it from one of daddy’s medical books Hikaru: wtf u can read that at 4??? (...) Soryu: wat Yuri: um... i want soryu to be my friend too Yuri: bc soryu’s eyes are also powerfully cool...
eisuke // ok this gets an extended ramble bc the more annoying the story the longer i must complain
so you might be thinking, “oh so this is gonna be a flashback in some in media res styled story with your 2 kids, u know in the style of the others” and well, no you just go straight to white screen into the flashback, back when eito was smaller and thus a little more cute. well it’s not really false advertising bc they did say “reminisce” in the description. but i wanted to see eito be a good big brother for a moment! or... less good? man i wanted to see kaito go waaaah like a baby idk i wanted to see him exist
so back to the story they cut to small eito. even as a smaller punk he does fight with his dad a little, just w/ a more narrow vocabulary to work with. tho at this point he’s still pretty sweet so clearly eisuke clowning him day and night was a negative effect on his development. (doesn’t treat his child like a child) (child grows up to a punk that doesn’t respect him) (surprised pikachu) being the son of a billionaire means that this child has to go study at a very young age and listen to MOZART. no child of eisuke ichinomiya will be listening to degenerate bops like lee taemin’s criminal next day they all go to the very fancy school that eito will be attending. eisuke does a speech, but then eito is all like “why is papa over there all the time” in reference to how all the other parents in attendance are having fun with their children, but eisuke is busy talking to other people for business and connections etc. etc. mc kind of has a hard time trying to explain it to eito bc... it’s honestly poor parenting... eiji shows up after arriving late, and he’s like “gramps is gonna be with ya today! instead of papa” which is cute but then she’s like psst thanks for coming and im like oh... so grandpa just didn’t randomly come to the open house for fun he’s just gonna be surrogate dad while real dad is busy... aw... and then at the end eito’s like FUC THIS KINDERGARTEN. eisuke is like “(smh) don’t yell in public. (despite everything) you are still the eldest son of the Ichinomiya family”
and so afterwards it’s clear that eito does not want anything to do with this school. he just sits in the classroom until mc is there to pick him up instead of playing in the courtyard or w/e, wanting nothing to do with the other kids.
so later there’s a hiking trip for the students and both of their parents, and mc asks eisuke if he’ll be available for it. eisuke is like, “i have a business trip that day, so I’ll have to adjust my schedule” and he’s been very busy in the opening of a new business or w/e. mc tells him to not do so much for something like that and that it’s ok if she goes alone with eito on the trip.
it’s the day of the trip, and mc goes alone with eito. she notes that a lot of dads did indeed come along for the trip. she apologizes to eito and says that she did talk to eisuke about the trip before, but he’s simply busy for this day. and im like... but girl, you were the one who told him not to change his schedule for the trip. yes a trip may seem less important than business ventures, but don’t make it sound like you weren’t the one who stopped him. lol. idk why im pressed abt this single line of dialogue bc later she does realize she fucced up there well eito is just like w/e about it and has pretty much accepted that sort of thing
anyway eito goes missing later and one of the kids said that he told eito that his dad (eisuke) didn’t come bc his dad thinks that his work is more important than his son. so eito got mad and ran off somewhere
and then mc finally gets the lightbulb moment that eito... wants to see his dad!! he ran off to go try to see him somehow??? !! wow so sweet
it’s raining like a mf but then in her search for eito eisuke randomly pops out of nowhere. He’s like “ho i did not remember saying that i wasn’t coming” and she’s like “im sorrryyy” and both me and him are like “just find the dang kid”
ok yea they find eito, he starts being a good student, and u start to see where he starts being antagonistic towards his dad LOL etc. etc. lol this story annoyed me so i don’t feel like doing the rest of the play by play orz
anyway thanks for reading my garbage LOL
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peekbackstage · 3 years
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I noticed in one of your responses that you speculated that Xiao Zhan is currently the #1 star in china and his agent is probably not inclined to request talent buyers but rather command top pruce. Can you expand a bit on your thought process? I always feel like without the usual modes of exposure through various high end endorsements and appearances in shows and stage, he has lost a lot of influence and power. Granted he finally has The Wold air, and attended two live events, but rest of the year he has has no new endorsements, shows or appearances. Is it just the various ranking charts that would lend him his influence? How do talent buyers figure out the ‘pull’ any actor would have??
Disclaimer: The following response includes both facts and speculation that is informed by my 10+ year career in the music industry. 
“Xiao Zhan is currently the #1 star in China” is probably not what many fans would expect to hear after the year Xiao Zhan has had. In fact, it wasn’t too long ago that I also did not believe this, but quite a number of factors have moved my assessment. 
There are a few factors that determines how a talent buyer might assess an artist. These factors include:
HARD DATA
Social media following 
Sales and streaming figures 
Viewership 
TV rankings
Awards rankings 
Brand deals 
Media reach 
SOFT DATA
Internal projections 
“Hype” 
Overall marketability 
Market sentiment 
Media sentiment 
All of this culminates in a general assessment that helps to determine how much an artist is “worth.” Essentially, you might as well call all of these key performance indicators (KPIs). 
If you consider that artists are a brand, and all brands can either appreciate or depreciate in value depending on market sentiment, you might be able to get a better understanding of how artists are evaluated. 
To provide a concrete example that might help everyone understand how this works a little better, think for a moment about how public companies increase in value and how stock prices rise and fall. If a company reports solid earnings (hard data) and announces that they will be releasing a new line of highly anticipated products (hype), this increases market sentiment, which then results in a direct increase in positive price action for their stock. Conversely, companies that have bad earnings reports and lackluster product offerings might see a sell-off that results in a drop in price (and therefore, in value) when information hits the news cycles.
Like companies, artists are evaluated much the same way. Consider that Xiao Zhan was, prior to the 227 Incident, at the very top of the game in China. He held a huge amount of brand deals and was highly sought after, especially after his popularity skyrocketed due to the international acclaim he received from The Untamed. All of this created an intrinsic “value” that translated to a specific guarantee price.
(Guarantee: the price a talent buyer guarantees an artist when they are booked for a performance.) 
The 227 Incident for Xiao Zhan is what we would call a “Black Swan” event. Another Black Swan event is COVID-19, which decimated the stock market in March 2020. Over 90% of companies listed on the S&P 500 had “distributed large negative returns.” Did this catastrophic event mean that it was the end for all of these companies? Absolutely not. Was 227 the end for Xiao Zhan? Absolutely not. 
These are basic fundamentals that talent buyers understand, especially if an artist hasn’t been blackballed or been subjected to a career death. Sometimes, artists have scandals. Some have a hard time coming back from them, but Xiao Zhan’s enduring popularity has not waned, even if he did lose brand deals and has not really been in the spotlight. 
The following KPIs are what a talent agent would notice for Xiao Zhan: 
#1 selling single in 2020 - 光点 (Spotlight) sold over 40.9 million copies with pretty much no promotion, which is actually insane. (This actually qualifies him for an RIAA diamond certification!!! There are only 44 other singles that have earned this ranking.)
 The Wolf became the #1 streaming show in China the moment it was released, entirely because of Xiao Zhan’s popularity. It immediately led to a significant amount of positive media coverage, both domestically and worldwide. 
TV viewership surged dramatically when Xiao Zhan appeared on December 5 as a surprise guest. (I forgot the exact figure, but I think I read it was 17 million? Please correct me if I am wrong.) This positive statistic is another solid green check mark for talent agents. 
Xiao Zhan’s Red Sea was a top trending topic and had massive media coverage. This is essentially what agents are looking for when they book artists. It means HYPE HYPE HYPE, and HYPE means MONEY MONEY MONEY 
Positive media coverage over Xiao Zhan’s fans cleaning up the entire arena
Massive award sweep - In 2020, Xiao Zhan won every single major award he was nominated for, and took #1 in pretty much all other smaller media award lists, except for 2. Here is the list: Jinri Toutiao Awards - Most Noticed Male Celebrity Weibo Awards - Hot Figure of the Year - The Untamed Weibo Awards - Weibo King China Literature Awards - Actor of the Year - The Untamed, Jade Dynasty China Literature Awards - Heartthrob Actor - Jade Dynasty China Screen Award - New Actor of the Year - Jade Dynasty 27th ERC Chinese Top Ten Awards - Top Ten Songs “Unrestrained” with Wang Yibo 27th ERC Chinese Top Ten Awards - Top Ten Songs “Remaining Years” Weibo TV Series Awards - Most Popular Actor - The Wolf Tencent Entertainment White Paper - Male Singer of the Year - “Spotlight” Tencent Entertainment White Paper - Star Power of the Year Tencent Video All Star Awards - VIP Star WeTV 2020 Awards - Best Wuxia Drama - The Untamed  WeTV 2020 Awards - Best Male Lead TCC Asia The 100 Most Influential Faces of 2020 - #1 TCC Asia The Most Handsome Faces of Asia - #1 Weibo The Most Beautiful Charity Ambassador in 2020 - #1 Starmometer  The 100 Sexiest Men in the World 2020 - #1 TCC Asia The 100 Most Handsome Face in Asia Pacific 2020 - #1 Top Beauty World The 100 Most Handsome Men in the World 2020 - #1 WeChat 2020’s Top 10 Handsome Idols - #3 TC Candler The 100 Most Handsome Faces in the World 2020 - #7  Yes, even despite everything that happened in 2020, Xiao Zhan still took home quite a lot of awards! Note that a number of these awards were won after the 227 Incident, notably, the Weibo TV Series Awards, the WeTV 2020 Awards, and Tencent Video All Star Awards. 
Changing market sentiment - Overall market sentiment with Xiao Zhan is trending more positive than negative. Essentially, if Xiao Zhan were a company, they would describe this as a “bullish crossover” and a “bull trend.” 
In general, all of the above helps to form a talent buyer’s assessment of the intrinsic value of an artist. And this is largely why I personally believe and would assess Xiao Zhan to be China’s #1 star that will provide any stakeholder with the #1 ROI, which has already been statistically proven by the strength of his sales and continued award wins. 
Of course, I can’t say with absolutely certainty whether or not Chinese talent buyers absolutely, positively see it this way, but this is more or less how most talent buyers evaluate talent. If Xiao Zhan were to be evaluated as an asset at this very moment, he would essentially be rated as asset that is in the process of “mooning.” (I.e. Going [back up] to the moon. Breakout positive trend! It’s raining money again!) 
I have a very hard time imagining that any talent buyer worth their salt would somehow miss the clear indicators that show the tides are changing and a trend crossover has occurred. 
I have strong faith in a full comeback for Xiao Zhan. I believe that he will soar once more - not only in popularity, but also in success. While he will always have antis who will try to dim his shine, I fully believe that there is nothing that can stop the brightest star in the sky from ascending to new heights. 
I only see blue skies above.
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Two Rules |2|
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New Series….. Finally.
Hobi(Vampire) X Reader(Vampire), Jimin (Human) X Reader. (Mentions of Kihyun from Monsta X)
Genre:Vamipre AU
Rating: 18+, Explicit
Summary: As a businesswoman you have two rules. Your new human assistant and best client will push you to break both. A misplaced ulterior motive, vampire politics and all the fun vampire stuff ;P
Chapters: | 1 | 2
Tags: @eyelessmin​
Word Count: 3663
Your wakeup call consisted of your watch vibrating with heavy pulses and your phone blaring an air horn. Waking the dead needs considerable noise. On a few occasions Hannah had needed to wake you and it only resulted in you scaring her which is not what you wanted. Ever.
You opted to keep your black out blinds hanging down even though it was nightfall. You’d lost appreciation for the darkness, which was currently intruded by a blanket of orange below. The beauty of the dawn dragged your interest more these days. The beeps of the security panel of the entrance to your apartment prompted you to shift yourself. Hannah arriving bang on time as per usual. Hoiking some jeans on, shoving a plain fitted tea on and quickly making a tidier mess of your hair into a bun made you more or less presentable. By the time you’d joined Hannah around the breakfast bar there was already a mug of perfectly warmed blood substitute at 37.5c. Her hands were cradling a steaming mug of decaf coffee with a hazelnut shot. A scent you’d certainly miss first thing in the evening.
“How did you sleep?”
“I struggled today, it was too hot during the day. So if I lose concept of reality today I apologise”
“Noted” you chuckled.
“Did you see on the news about the murders?”
“Yeah, remind me to tell Hobi he’s doing a shit job” you bantered
“It’s always baffled me how more of the public don’t get more suspicious of actual vampires and just accuse people of being fanatics instead”
“Humans have always denied things they would be threatened by, I mean you won’t hear me complaining. I suppose to the average joe we’ve always been fictitious and seems unreasonable to be real”
“This is true, guess it’s a good thing you guys can hypnotise people to stop them revealing anything”
“Think how nice it’ll be to not have to worry about all this while you’re gallivanting across the world”
“Just being aware though, I’ll always be looking for signs and I know you’ll keep in touch”
“I told you you’ll struggle to get rid of me”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way”
“Going back to Hobi, he made a pass at me again yesterday annndd made me agree to a dance at the charity event”
“I’m telling you, boy got it bad for you, I think you just should, he’s always been good to you. Plus you need to get laid”
“Yeah alright” Giving her the finger
“It’s like you forget people are drawn to you, you could literally get any human you wanted”
“It’s an evolutionary perk for sure. I just get too busy with work you know that”
“Or maybe you could flutter your eyelids at Kihyun today?”
“Now that is not a half bad idea you know”
“Well let’s get gone then, otherwise we are going to be late”
None of the guys helping you organise the gala complain when you suggested a work and drinks night at The local vampire bar. You’d easily hired the VIP section giving you room from the average punters.
When you’d arrived you were quickly chauffeured through the main bar. Dark red walls, black furnishings easily added up to the gothic vibe of the place. The bartenders were rushing calmly behind the bar dealing with the ever growing swarm at the bar.
You’re charity ball crew consisted of four people excluding yourself. You had your business Manager Yoongi. Guy acted indifferent but he’s as loyal as anything. He’s been with you from the start.
Hannah and Jimin.
Finally Kihyun, the only external source you regularly consulted with. He was from the Legal section of the vampire council. He basically makes sure any official vampire events jump through all the right hoops and there is minimal risk of human exposure. He was painfully facetious, a huge benefit to his role; had the tendency to rub people up the wrong way with it. You’d spent a lot of time with him when you first got introduced into the council, back then he was an assessor while you were in training. In a nutshell you were on the end of facetious work Kihyun. There was politely speaking friction, being told what to do is not a strong suit you’ve ever acquired. With this aside the physical attraction between you was undeniable. The concoction of both situations led to several heated sessions after you were no longer being assessed.
In a beat you felt the searing stare. Beneath the short choppy hair, Kihyun eyes glowed with a dangerous aura that you were nothing but weak for.
“How is it you’re the one that’s always late?” Yoongi jested with a dash of seriousness. Out of everyone in the room, he is the only one who would call you out on any of your shit.
Ignoring his comment you slid your black portfolio folder onto the table as you took your seat, Hannah taking a seat beside you.
“I’ll make the work part quick so we can move swiftly on to drinks. With the safety first mantra, where are we at?” The question directed towards Kihyun who was mid sip of his of what you guessed was rum and coke; with blood of course.
“I’m happy my end, I’ve reviewed the security with Veronica’s lot and seems all good. Appropriate mind privacy has been performed. Paperwork wise event information has all been submitted. Nothing more is outstanding my end”
“Good, Jimin?” You’d left him in charge of invites and guest list and catering.
“All RSVP’s are back and guest lift drafted, Veronica’s head of security has it along with photo ID’s of each guest. Caterers have final numbers, they’ll be in setting up in the afternoon before. Yoongi will be in overseeing” Yoongi nodded in agreeance.
“Zintax shots all booked in” he added
“Good, Han?”
“The fund is all set up, all guest have the information. We can start accepting donations from midnight tonight. Venue account all settled. All good.
“So nothing is actually outstanding? Sounds like we’re all set. Good job everyone. Now let’s all go enjoy the evening.
“Are you still determined to keep the charity we are supporting a secret until you announce it on the night?” Jimin queried, probably speaking for everyone in the room. This was confirmed with eyes suddenly brightening with curiosity. A light suddenly igniting in the dim room of waning concentration.
“Yep, this one is really close to my heart and I’m keeping it close to my chest. I think it will surprise you all”
//
Copious amounts of alcohol later. Everyone was vibing to the base and rhythm of the music. Space at the bar was hard to come by and claustrophobic. The humans in the cages suspended from the ceiling were never tiring and danced seductively to the music. You had to reassure Jimin that they were just for show and no harm comes to them. Thankfully with most of the patrons being vampires the overwhelming throb of blood pulsing through people’s veins was one less thing you had to keep control of yourself over. Eventually you emerged at the shore of the bar, the heavy hoard of people briefly calmer behind you. You were jolted harshly forward, hips and stomach shoved against the bar. Frown quickly forming on your face. You shifted as best you could to show and throw some harsh words. You couldn’t. You became blocked in, pale arms, enclosed vulnerable to the body pressing into you. Body leaning back into it
“I was getting ready to deck you” irritation diffusing into a knowing smirk now graduating through your face.
“Rude” Kihyun stated.
“If you get in my space I’ll have something to say”
“You don’t normally complain” He added with a slightly harder nudge.
“And what makes you think I want that tonight?”
“Oh come on Y/N”
“Scuse me?”
You shuffled around, turning to face him
“Don’t play, you’ve been twirling your ring round your fingers like the goblin king. And you only get that fiddly for two reasons, and I know for a fact you never skip meals”
“Why does everyone feel like they need to weigh in on my sex life?”
“Hannah huh?”
“Of course”
“You may be over 100 now but that is one card that you suck at keeping close to your chest”
He wasn’t lying. And you’d be momentarily offended if that wasn’t the case. You pouted regardless. He did not fall for it.
“Hey it’s cool we’re probably more animal than human after all” Again he was right.
“Are you going to buy a girl a drink or can we move somewhere I’m not constantly being shoved by assholes.”
“1. You should be buying me a drink and 2. I think we should just save both our times and head off don’t you?”
“Don’t need to ask me twice”
//
Your top had promptly been given a new home on the floor before the door had even closed and had your back thrust against it. No oxygen required by either of you made the hot forceful kisses never ending and intoxicating. You both grappled at each other greedily, hands gripping, squeezing tighter and tighter. Breaths becoming closer together, entwining as one more and more. You hardly even noticed the pin pricks of red bubbles smeared like on your lips and below your mouth. Kihyun realising first swiping your lips before his thumb was in his mouth, eyes holding yours through a grin round his thumb worthy of satan.
“Better?”
Legs now round his waist, your head now angling down, and lips unable to bear being parted. Hips harsh against you, keeping you flush against the wall. The pinch of fingertips underneath your thigh biting.
You unhooked your legs. Gently allowing your feet to fall the floor, hands flat against his heaving chest. Within a beat you’d shoved him across his apartment and had his body pinned under you on the sofa. You both being vampires no strength had to be held back.
“Better” you finally agreed. The hands pinning his above his head loosening, skimming down his arms. Peak of your nails leaving trails of red against his pale skin.
You sat up and dropped back onto his thighs, elastic of your bra band releasing as you unhooked the clips. His hands rested on your hips, eyes famished and soaking up the view. You let him have his fill.
Greedy little Ki
Your fingers tugged the white shirt from his waist. Faded memory of his milky skin flush against yours prime in your mind and the weight of his chest firm against your breasts.
You could have pried the buttons on his shirt from their stitching. You didn’t. Opting to instead to prolong the shine of desperation and shadow of impatience radiating in his eyes, his iris’ blowing out nearly all black.
Each button interrupted by a cruel circle of your hips.
“You’re infuriating, you know that” he hissed, eyes darkening to midnight seeing your bottom lip tuck under your teeth at one side.
You did know
“1 left” you affirmed, nipping the shell of his ear.
“Ugh” he growled sitting up, tilting you back. Firm hand on the curve of your back. Stealing your lips harshly. Wet kisses, hot breaths. Groans through smirking lips. Your hands gripping and pulling at the back of his coal hair tighter and tighter.
“Mmm Ki” You whined. His free hand sly in how delicately it had traced up your thigh. His touch could be as light as a tantalising each goose bump … or harsh, leaving bruises that even with your advanced healing abilities took a few hours.
You keened, exposing your neck to him, a vast blank canvas. His lips eager to paint using the shades of crimson and rose. His fingers were pressed to the front of your wall, your tilted position giving him the extra few centimetres. Your hips pushed forward, crying for the attention of the pad of his hand. Your bud never getting what It needed. Your whine of protest was cut short, Kihyun’s lips tugged up in a smirk catching your breathes of dis-content.
“Always so inpatient”
“Quiet” You snapped back. Leveraging your grip with one hand grasping for the hand between your legs.
“You won’t be” He warns.
“Mmph” Kihyun groaned.
“Says the guy who had to be gagged last time”.
“Or do you not remember how much you were begging for me” His face shoved to the side fingers harsh against his cheek. Pad of your hand on his throat. Your other hand fiddling his trouser buttons undone with precision before his jeans made friends with your shirt on the floor.
Kihyun’s head keened back in the sofa, hissing through his pursed lips, fingertips stung sweetly in the side of your thighs. The relieved moan in your throat as you lowered yourself onto him verberating through the room.
Kihyun apparently riddled with impatience, pushed himself up. Your legs instantly wrapped round his side. Once again he was slightly beneath you, head pushed down on his forehead, deep drawn out breathless moans forced past your lips when his hips snapped up with your weight on him.
“Why do we not do this every day” the words jolted out of you.
“Mainly because you’re a slave to… work and would rather make sure everyone else… is getting their needs met”
“And not remotely because your all over the country all of the time” You challenged back clenching around him. Rewarding you with a sweet moan
Your phone started to ring. Two overlapping tones reached your ears. Both of you stopping. Just your breaths in the dead of the room winding down mixed with your ring tone.
“Ugh” You whined. Throwing your head back in a sulk. Kihyun growled in agreeance before tapping your thigh.
“Your on top” Kihyun defended, the scowl on your face laced with annoyance.
“What do you want Hobi?”
“You’re needed at the hanger, the asshole that’s been killing those people is in custody”
“Really?” Spoken more like a teenager who’s been asked to clean his room, than a council person relieved a guy is off the radar now.
“Oh sorry am I interrupting something? Someone threatening our exposure not important enough?”
“Sorry SIR!, I’ll be right there”
“And try and get hold of Kihyun, I’m not having another legal appointment come out of our budget. I know he’s in town”
“Sure, I’ll try, I’ll let you know if I have any trouble”
As if he wasn’t slowly wasn’t shuffling into jeans in front of you, semi smirk on his face amused by your nonchalant lying. He only spoke when he’d heard the beep of the hang up on your phone.
“Hanger?”
“Yep” The scowl on your face dark as your mood. Kihyun beckoned you to the edge of the bed with his finger. You obeyed after shimmying on your underwear. He pulled you over his leg by your ass.
“We can finish this later yeah?” More hopeful than anything.
“You know I’ll have to write the reports”
“But you’ll neeeed me for the notary signature” He pined, hanging on to your hands.
“And I’ll call you when I’m done” Finite in a kiss to his forehead. Kihyun’s eyes descended and he only had a pout on his face.
“You’re joking right”
“If you’re with me I won’t get the report done straight away, you’ll be fucking me instead and you know how Hobi is. He likes it done quickly” You paused cruelly enjoying the whine while you redressed. Your smile no longer restrained, as his pout grew larger.
“Course I’m fucking joking you moron” He easily caught the leather jacket you’d launched his way. You flew off before his frown and his lips began uttering profanities at you.
//
The building was a relatively sized air hanger in a disused private airfield that the council now owned. The light seeping from the crevices of the hanger ignited the way you two headed.
The airfields lights were rarely on, wasn’t like we needed the light to see. The grass wasn’t uncared for but it wasn’t pristine either, long enough to move along with the biting breeze. A black SUV was motionless and quiet outisde.
Great, Hobi’s here already
An equally motionless black van was parked next to the SUV. The prisoner transport vehicle. The vamp would be secured in the bag, silver wrapped round every limb. His head would be put through another silver chain that was bolted and secured to the van. When the silver is searing the skin so tight you are not going to want to move.
Kihyun opened the small door to the side of the large rectangular hanger doors for you to go first.
The white light was all too natural. Your eyes took a flicker to adjust. Thankful your fleece lined leather jacket was comforting your limbs. The icy wind from outside forced it’s way in through the crevices of the metallic skeleton, the draft was harsh. You didn’t feel the cold as much as humans, but at the same time you were still very much able to appreciate the comfort of being cozy and snug.
Four pairs of eyes fell on you. Two pair’s indifferent coming from two burley security guys either side of the prisoner. The third set of eyes in between the security guys went from clenched shut to blossoming dread. Blood leaked down his face as the tears etched a new red path, tired cries filled with knowledge his evening was only going to get worse. Burns in a line on his neck, fangs extended out by pain. He was strung from the high ceiling, seat barely just touching the ground, metal at his wrists sizzling away giving off smoke. The fourth pair of eyes were a given. The dark stoic pupils waivered for a few movements, quickly doing a back and forth between you and Kihyun. His arms remained folded until you both were within touching distance.
“Oh so I was interrupting” He spat. Jealousy did not look good on him.
“Ready?” He checked.
“Yep, simple code beam?” You and Hobi both took a step forward. Kihyun remained behind you.
“We can skip the pleasantries this time Evan, I think your crimes of slaughtering multiple humans in their homes skips that”
“Can you verbally confirm with me why you are here”
“For the…murders” he choked.
“Be more specific” You said, words hard and harsh.
“For the 7 murders”
7?
“2 were on Simon’s area” Hobi put forward quietly, a small nod of acknowledgement on your part. You really should be more up to date with local stuff.
“Do you have any questions or complaints about the accusations before I’m told the evidence that Mr Jung has which I’m sure will quite easily condemn you?”
Vampire crime and punishments was not as lenient as human law. Evidence was also not as crucial, as sole authority in your area whatever your decision was it will be. Minimal questions asked.
“No, Maa’m” He sobbed. Pretty red droplets formed on the floor.
“Very well” You parked yourself into a chair, legs crossed over the other and motioned Hobi to continue”
//
“Enough!” Raising your voice at Evan to a near growl rising from your chair. He’d begun cursing and spitting venom after Hobi revealed statements he’d accrued from his informants.
“The only thing you should be cursing is your stupidity, going and bragging about it in a club”
Hobi had pivoted back behind you as you stood forward.
Calm.
“You know what the punishment is don’t you” Your forefinger and thumb clenching his cheeks. The jet black of your nails suiting perfectly with the heavy red at his cheeks.
One of the worst thing about vampires and fear, you cannot see the blood drain from their face.
With a quick motion of your hand the statues beside him animated forcing his mouth open, gurgled cries left Ethan’s mouth, childlike, desperate. One holding the squirming body still the other prying his mouth open. The tray shining beside him, gleaming taking your eye. The plyers crying your duty on the silvery tray filling your with more happiness than you’d ever care to admit.
“There’s a way assholes like you cry when they know what’s coming”
“Did you once think about how the families of your victims would feel?
“Nooooo” He cried
“There’s seven families now grieving, a whole shit ton of work for us to do now” You dragged the plyers in a soft motion across his chest.
“Just let me burn” He wailed.
“Oh we will, the sun comes up in…” You checked your watch
“20mins. You’ve interrupted my evening and caused the council a whole lot of grief so you’re going to suffer for those 20minutes”
You gazed at the two boys behind you.
Hobi dressed in black trousers and a white tucked in shirt, arms folded one hand resting on his chin. There was a delighted turn up at the side of his lips. Kihyun was not impressed by the extra violence, his scowl was unwavering.
Multiple curses were spat at you. One fang dropped to the floor splashing in the ever growing splats of blood.
“10 minutes” you affirmed.
“Now do I pull the second one or not?” You asked no one but the air.
“No please, nooooo” Ethan whimpered, tired and desperate.
Kihyun was pleading with his eyes behind Hobi.
“Ugh fine” you said out loud, rolling your eyes.
“1 Minute, open the doors” With the background of Ethan’s constant cries. All vampires present swiftly took steps to the side. A remote now in your hand, finger depressing on the door controls.
The large doors slowly opening, each inch bringing a higher cry from Ethan. Dawn sunlight creeping in inch by inch.
The electric of the doors whirring shut, Ethan, now nothing but a pile of ash littering the floor.
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Neon Nostrade ABC NS/FW Headcanons
Okay. I’m gonna do this for our baby girl because well, she has a different set of kinks altogether. 
By the way, I will be referring to KuroNeon and KuroNeon when I’m doing this headcanon. 
Rated R Warning: Lots of vulgar terms. Don't like don't read. Don't go inside a cave and complain it's dark. I will block anyone who complains.
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Let’s go for the ABC Headcanons of this brat: 
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
She’s two moods: either really drowsy after a good fuck or talkative. If she’s worn out good, she will be very sleepy and just want to lie on her partner’s chest. 
If she still has energy left, she likes to have a pillow talk with her partner. 
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Girlie is proud of her curves and face. She knows she’s cute and she has the curves. She’s not afraid to dress up for her man and drive them absolutely crazy. 
She likes her partner’s biceps and back. She likes to scratch and caress them when they are in a missionary position. 
If she's with Kurapika and knows his Kurta identity, she worships his eyes (kinda fucked up but yes!). She likes how it turns scarlet because of his deep intense lust (and maybe hatred) while they’re having sex. She finds it alluring, like a moth to a flame. For Chrollo, it's his spider tattoo.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This girl swallows. Nuff’ said. She likes to be milked too. She's submissive and breedable.
She also likes having her partner's fingers stuffed into her mouth after they finger her. A little taste on how wet she is. 
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She has a bunch of lingerie shoots that doesn’t show her face. She then post it on OnlyFans to gain extra income. Just lingerie pics because she enjoys modelling for it. However, she won't show her pussy or boobs. Those are VIP access only.
She also fucks her new head bodyguard aka Kurapika and had a one time fling with Chrollo. Papa must never know this.
Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not so much. She isn't a virgin per se (really think one of her clients or Chrollo took her virginity), but she also hasn't gotten around much due to her father having people to guard her 24/7. She usually doesn’t take the lead so most of the time she just goes with the flow. 
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything to do with her partner dominating her. Girlie likes to get dicked down hard. So think of missionary, doggy and all sorts of variations that goes deep.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She is very childish and teasing alright. She's not serious about it. To her, sex is for fun. She wants to enjoy it. She giggles a lot whenever she gets a pleasant reaction from her partner.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Yeah. She goes to those high-end bikini waxing services to get her pussy groomed once ever three months. She may show her lingerie to others but she only shows her lady parts to someone special and she has to make herself look presentable.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Uhhh... she is playful. She usually relies on the non-sexual dating part that her partner does for the romance.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
This girl likes to read smuts or listen to audios to get herself wet. If she really wants to get down on it, she uses a good ol' vibrator to buzz herself. She has to do it in a room though, where no one is around.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
*clears throat* This girl makes the best porn to write LMAO. I can think of a few kinks when it comes to her (and her r/s with Chrollo or Kurapika).
With Kurapika:
Discipline and Bondage: Her bratty attitude pisses off his stern no-bullshit personality. Sometimes she does it on purpose to egg him to punish and fuck her. She secretly enjoys it when he spanks her, be it using his hand or his belt. She realises that he might be into bondage based on the chains on his hand so she suggested tying her up. They used ropes, clothes, handcuffs and of course (actual, not his Nen) chains. He sometimes chains her up Shibari style and likes to see her pussy drool over the chains. This starts whenever she acts up, throws a tantrum and Kurapika has to deal with her bs. It's not easy disciplining this naughty brat but he likes the challenge until she's an obedient brat begging to be his cumslut. When she's being a good girl, he'll reward her with a good fucking and another present (e.g. jewellery or handbag or whatever she wants).
Degrading and Humiliation: This comes with the disciplining part. Whenever he disciplines her, it comes with degrading her. Neon loves to be called all sorts of degrading terms: slut, whore, brat. He's usually very uptight so it turns her on when he gets vulgar during sex. It gets even more intense when it's hate-fucking. He's supposed to dislike flesh collectors but here he is enjoying the flesh of a pretty collector, and so they engage in hate-sex filled with degrading her and Neon loves every filthy second of it.
Breeding: Yes, I know I said Kurapika ain't gonna want kids, based on my analysis of him and it makes sense. Only after he accidentally knocks her up, then he'll realise "hey, this ain't bad". So when Kurapika realises that perhaps repopulating the clan isn't that bad, Neon is more than happy to produce kids with him and be the freakin Kurta baby factory. The whole baby-making process is fun, they will make sure they won't waste a single cum drop. Neon also loves to address Kurapika as "Daddy" because she knows it makes him feel powerful and it represents fathering her children. Sorry Light Nostrade, Neon has another daddy now.
With Chrollo:
DD/LG: Their age gap and height difference screams sugar dating. He loves to indulge in her materialism and spoils her like a brat she is (he just steals those items and gives it to her). Chrollo is one freaky mf who calls her princess, kitten, baby girl and all sorts of really cute nicknames. Chrollo isn't like Kurapika who would degrade her. He likes to praise his little sex bunny because positive reinforcement works. He wants her to dress up in all those frizzy lingerie costumes and roleplay in DD/LG.
Toys: [See the T for Toys for this one]
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
One word: power. 
That is in the form of money and dominance in her partner. She loves it when they give her what she wants materially, be it that nice taxidermy butterfly necklace or that designer brand clothes and accessories. She doesn't care how you get it, but if you give it to her, she's sure to reward you.
Another thing that for sure turns them on is being dominated. Be it with Kurapika, Chrollo or anyone else, Neon loves to be dominated and fucked. Hold her by the neck. Let her know who is in charge. Make her beg to be fucked. A little possessive dirty talk will get her wet. Anything to do with establishing ownership of her.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Neon likes having sex in the bedroom or in the guy's office. She likes to disturb her partner while he's working so they end up doing it in the office. Or some luxurious hotel. A bathtub will be good too.
There's a very specific location I want to write her having sex with Kurapika. A location so messed up yet so angsty but I will keep quiet about it for now. You would need to be one creative sicko like me to guess this one. Heh. 😶😶
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
A big no is her being 100% dom. Neon is kinda lazy in that aspect. She doesn't like to do all the work and wants the pleasure/pain handed to her. At most, she'll ride the guy while she's on top but she's going to be a real tease about it, hoping that they would get impatient and flip her over. When they do, she'll be more excited because that's what baby girl wants.
Stuff like pee or anything to do with that is something that she'll never do.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She likes to have her pussy eaten out of course. And how they make her come through oral sex. However, she prefers to give SLIGHTLY more. Just slightly. She likes to get her hair grabbed and face-fucked. Sometimes she engages in cock worship.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually, she says things like "fuck me harder", "don't stop" etc. to encourage getting fucked at a faster and rougher pace. Especially when they hit her G-spot. That sends her crazy. She does appreciate the slow and sensual but only at the beginning or near the end. Depending on the context of the sex session.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yeah. She likes quickies. This has something to do with disturbing and teasing her partner while he's at work. Yes, I'm talking about Kurapika. So a little quickie just for him to relax and catch a break is Neon's favour for him for working so hard.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. She's game on taking risks. She's actually the one who will initiate and explore with kinks she finds on the net. Heck, she once proposed getting fucked against the window and in the balcony, risking the fact that someone might see them (Papa absolutely must never know what his daughter has been doing). The fear and thrill of getting caught arouses her.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I think at most two rounds. The sex can be really intense and this girl lacks stamina. She didn't go through formal Nen training (remember that she got hers without training), and her partners are Nen users and physically fit so they wear her out.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She owns them alright. She uses a vibe to pleasure herself. It comes in handy when she gets horny during ovulation and there's no one to dick her down.
As for using them with a partner, she uses a lot of toys with Chrollo. Whether it's the anal beads when Chrollo wants to get her ass fucked while he rams the front or making her wear vibrating panties in public, she's sure down for it. She also will wear a tail butt plug to complement her kitty outfit that Chrollo instructed her to wear. She'd gladly follow whatever freaky fantasy he wants.
With Kurapika, they don't use toys except for bondage items. If Neon were to sleep with a woman, she'll prefer to get fucked with a strap on.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Neon is the queen of teases. Especially if her lover seems uptight. (Yes, Pika boy, that's you).
She'll randomly sends him nudes while he's working. She'll touch his lap/balls lightly when they're eating side by side. She'll say stuff that sounds suggestive in inappropriate timings. She'll wink. She'll roll her tongue while eating and making eye contact. Just to initiate sex.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Neon has a high-pitched voice. She's very vocal during sex. She can't help it. Honestly, she sounds like those girls in hentai porn but more genuine lmaoo. She'll moan, squeal, whine, squeak and pant with the occasional "yes", "fuck me", "harder" and all the short needy dirty talk to push them to do her rougher.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She likes to shop for her outfits. It excites her thinking what type of kinky outfit she should buy to make her partner horny. Be it another lacy lingerie, bunny outfit, kitty outfit, she'll be sure to look delectable in her man's eyes.
She looks REAL good in pink or white. Most of her outfits are in that colour. 💖💖
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Neon has a B cup. She doesn't have those giant breasticles like Pakunoda or Shizuku. But that's understandable. I once estimated her height based on Chrollo's height and the manga panel where her head is at his shoulder. She's about 150cm, maybe even shorter. She's a petite girl. She has curves in proportion (she's not a loli, she's just small in height). But that's her charm. She's cute. Easily carried to be fucked.
Side note: The height difference between her and Kurapika (171cm)/Chrollo (177cm) is so good in this aspect (if you guys know what I mean) hehehe kekekek.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Hmm... I think Neon is mid. She does likes sex but she isn't a sex addict. She gets in the mood easily, especially when she's horny during ovulation. She won't be in the mood when she's angry or upset at not getting what she wants.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
She's exhausted after it happens. Definitely be sleeping like a baby. She'll lay on her partner's chest and doze off comfortably. If she still has the energy, she'll demand for round two or just pillow talk. Chatter her way until she falls asleep.
To end it off, I would like to give you guys some links to fanart where Neon is being hot, art by @anotherworldash :
Cat Outfit
Cat Outfit with Buttplug
Bunny Outfit Regina George reference
Neon in Shibari ropes
Chrollo and Neon
Kurapika and Neon
Neon sucking Kurapika off [Yes, you read this right]
Neon in pink lingerie
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