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intricatedemonicrituals · 10 months

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Canon Destiel Timeline Masterpost

I wrote this all in a fugue state while listening to Green Grow the Lilacs on repeat so forgive any mistakes. @gay-fae ask and ye shall receive

So much has happened in the long and storied history of his fandom so I've decided to try to document it. I've started by looking up every time that canon destiel, destiel event, misha collins, jackles, or some other search terms have spiked on Google and cross referenced them with tumblr or twitter posts from that day. I know a lot of this is Misha stuff, but he does tend to be the one to say things

November 5th, 2020: Season 15, Episode 18 "Despair" airs and Castiel declares his love to Dean. The presidential election, Georgia turning blue, the presumed retirement of Vladamir Putin, Dabi from My Hero Academia, Ouran Host Club season 2, Sherlock season 5, the president of Bolivia being attacked with dynamite, ongoing BLM protests, a twitter artist making racist art of Ted Bundy, Hetalia returning, a dead man being elected Representative for North Dakota, V for Vendetta, scientists discovering a "hell" planet that rains rocks and has lava oceans, and half of Europe being in lockdown all became tumblr news around the same time. Some of these are true, some not.

November 8th, 2020: Misha Collins, in a panel with Richard Speight, states that the confession scene was a "declaration of homosexual love", and that when Castiel goes to the Empty, it is an example of the "Kill your gays" trope.

November 19th, 2020: The finale airs and it is not well loved to say the least. The episode is short, Dean dies by falling on a nail to death fighting vampire clowns, and there are several characters left with dangling unresolved plot threads and arcs, including Castiel. The car is in heaven though. There is very little heard from the cast and crew, if anything.

November 22nd, 2020: Misha Collins, in a livestream, tells a fan that Castiel and Jack are remaking heaven together, Cas has his wings back, and they are rainbow-colored. He had, however, mentioned the rainbow wings before.

November 24th, 2020: The Spanish dub of the confession is released and a "rogue" translator has written "Y yo a ti" or "I love you too" as Dean's response. Destiel goes canon in Spanish. Tumblr stops working as a result.

November 25th, 2020: tumblr user @thebloggerbloggerfun claims Jensen Ackles said "I had a member of the film crew record the confession scene on my phone for me" #unsourced #releasethetapes

November 26th, 2020: Misha doesn't appreciate the rogue translator, but walks that opinion back later the same day

November 27th, 2020: A "leaked" Italian dub of the confession scene shows a mutual confession.

November 28th, 2020: President Obama follows a destiel account on Twitter

November 30th, 2020: The supposed "Italian dub" is revealed as a fake created by user @iotiamo using sound clips from other parts of the Italian dub on show.

December 1st, 2020: Twitter user @mothdean says "misha I know you have a stan acc and spy on us so can we have a hazel update please"

December 3rd, 2020: Misha tweets about Hazel snoring and this is taken as possible confirmation of Misha's secret stan account

December 11th, 2020: A script from Cas's perspective leaks. It says "We see Cass's POV of Dean again - his face drawn, drained of hope. But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester."

December 16th, 2020: Newsweek runs an article about an article that Misha wrote about the Lewinsky affair while interning in the Clinton White House in which Misha comes off as rather thirsty for Bill

December 20th, 2020: All Supernatural related materials disappear off the CW's website due to a copyright dispute with Warner Brothers

December 31st, 2020: Mishapocalypse redux

February 9th, 2021: Spn cast members Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris tweet about a party at the Roadhouse and it grows to become a full Destiel wedding

February 16th, 2021: @steveyockey made a fairly benign post about Jensen Ackles. The notes went wild in a variety of ways and started a rumor that Spn writer Steve Yockey was dead

February 20th, 2021: Steve Yockey is not dead and he should say it

March 3rd, 2021: The German dub drops and it is also romantic in tone

March 6-8th, 2021: A virtual con happens where Jensen discusses Chaos Machine and Jared says he wants to be in their next project. They also show that WAP video. Jensen is giving full mountain man preparing to play Soldier Boy.

March 10th, 2021: The French dub is released. Cas says, "I love you, Dean" and Dean now responds, "Don't do this to me, Castiel"

March 13th, 2021: The company Amazon tweets about Castiel and Misha Collins asks if they ship Deancas or Wincest. Subsequently apologizes.

March 16th, 2021: Misha says he can't speak as Castiel because Warner Brothers" specifically forbade it. #cwsniperconfirmed

March 17th, 2021: Sam and Eileen are getting married! I have no idea how this came about but I'm happy for them

March 23rd, 2021: Chad Lindberg and Samantha Ferris claim on Twitter that the Roadhouse party was about Valentine's day and not a wedding. Ferris specifically said that she worked on the show and that people tried to make Dean/Cas into "something that it wasn't", She also stated she doesn't "know what queerbaiting is" and that it was due to an "agenda". This led to #deanisbi trending on Twitter and Tumblr.

March 31st, 2021: Some possibly fake leaked scripts come up for sale on eBay. Also, Jensen is Batman.

April 1st, 2021: Mishapocalypse redux

April 6th, 2021: Leaked scripts from the 2 final episodes pop up and have several mentions of Cas in them that were omitted. Dean even thinks about Cas's confession when confronting Chuck.

April 18th, 2021: Scripts from seasons 12 and 13 leak. These include scenes from after Cas's death

May 17th, 2021: Jensen's band Radio Company releases an album including the song Watching Over Me

June ~5th, 2021: Misha says at a convention that Watching Over Me is about Castiel. Jensen neither confirms nor denies this when asked about it

June 11th, 2021: It is announced that Misha is publishing a book of poetry

June 18th, 2021: The Russian dub airs and Dean's line is changed to "Don't you dare, Cas"

June 24-28th, 2021: Jensen and Daneel Ackles reveal that they are making a Supernatural prequel series following John and Mary Winchester (a story that NOBODY was asking for). Jensen will reprise his role as Dean and will narrate. Misha hints that he would like to be involved, as do Ruthie Connell, Samantha Ferris, Matt Cohen, and Julie McNiven (the perils of having a cast of mostly immortal characters). But Jared Padalecki first says that he is happy for the Ackles's, he later said he was "gutted", then responded to Robbie Thompson's tweet calling him a "coward" and saying "what an awful thing you've done". The next day, Jensen and Jared both do damage control and say they'll always be brothers

July 17th, 2021: People are asking if Destiel will be canon in Space Jam, Misha's poetry book's cover is revealed to lukewarm reviews and people are talking about a particular poem about piss, and Perfume Genius releases an article that is a self-insert vore fanfiction about having sex with Jensen Ackles

August 2nd, 2021: Perfume Genius is at it again with "Last Friday, I had my eyes removed by Jared Padalecki". No, I do not know why she is doing this.

August 9th, 2021: Destiel fics hit 100k on Ao3. Misha tweets his support and people remember that he sometimes reads fanfiction and theorize he has an A03 account

September 1st, 2021: Misha makes his first Tiktok. There is a short intro before he calls cut, walks behind a screen, and strips his clothes off

September 3rd, 2021: Jake Abel uses Michael and Adam to help sell his hot sauce brand

September 4th, 2021: Misha confirms that the love between Castiel and Dean was "reciprocated"

September 9th, 2021: A clip of the real Italian dub of the confession scene goes viral as it is revealed that, unlike the Spanish dub, they change the line to "ti voglio bene" or essentially "I love you like family". Misha responds with a video saying "Ciao Italia, ti amo" with the subtitle "Love is love in any language"

September 21st, 2021: Misha drops the fact that one of his poems is from Castiel's perspective.

September 30th, 2021: Jensen will be appearing at a con on the same day as Misha and not with Jared for "professional reasons"

October 4th, 2021: Misha responds to a fan's tweet by saying that Jensen has "crazy eyes and a knife in his pocket"

October 10th, 2021: Daneel posts a picture of Jensen intently reading Misha's poetry book in front of a roaring fire on Instagram. Misha responds that he misses them even more

October 12th, 2021: Jensen is cast in Rust, a (rather ill-fated) western and Misha says "Yippie-ki-yay" and calls him a stud in the comments

October 16th, 2021: Denvercon. Jensen and Jared reunite for the first time since THE INCIDENT

April 24th, 2022: Misha Collins says in terms of being an extrovert, an introvert, or a bisexual, he joked "I'm all three". This led to the internet celebrating Misha's newly revealed bisexuality.

April 25th, 2022: Misha Collins comes out as straight. Oops!

June 19th, 2022: According to Misha, Dean's heaven was supposed to be at the Roadhouse with all his friends and Cas was going to be there with him

November 7th, 2022: Misha calls Elon Musk a snowflake

November 12th, 2022: Tumblr starts planning another Mishapocalypse

January 24th, 2023: Jensen and the cast of the Winchesters throw Dean Winchester a birthday party, including wearing silly little hats

February 26th, 2023: At JIBcon 11, Jensen sings an improvised song about an angel while Misha sits cross-legged on the floor looking up at him

April 1st, 2023: 10 year anniversary of the Mishapocalypse

April 16th, 2023: A year after his bisexual whoopsie daisy, Misha says that Warner Brothers asked him to "let it go" and keep pretending to be bisexual.

August 23, 2023: Rogue Spanish translator is revealed to not have gone rogue at all but instead to have followed the script he was given, confirming the existence of a mutual love confession that was cut at some point.

If you can remember any events and dates that I haven't found, please let me know and I'll add them! I haven't really rounded out 2022 and 2023 yet.

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eddiernunson · 9 months

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The Taste of You | Modern Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem Reader | 18 +

Word Count: 8.1k

Summary: after attending a successful and rather sweaty concert from Corroded Coffin, you send the front man a rather thirsty DM on his instagram. You wake up to his response...and an offer to go backstage to follow through.

Warnings: lowkey unrealistic, alcohol, oral (f + m receiving), marking, begging (both), no protection, cream pie, use of aftercare

MINORS DNI

Based on my friend @bebe07011 going to a concert and DM'ing one of the band members (who looks a lot like Eddie) about how much she was enthralled by his performance and him responding back. This one's for you <3

Thank you so much to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you again for editing, you're my lifesaver.

You lean on the counter at work, distracted by your Instagram feed. Well, not distracted, per se. There are several more productive things you could be doing, but with your manager out on an errand and no customers to serve, there isn’t really anything stopping you. A post from Corroded Coffin comes up, a few images from their latest stop on tour. You can hardly prevent an excited squeal from escaping your lips, scrolling through their images, and rereading the end of the post over and over. ‘See you next, Indiana!’

You’ve been looking forward to this since buying tickets at the announcement of their tour nearly four months ago. It’s been a summer of anticipation; each post a countdown to your own concert date.

You discovered Corroded Coffin through suggestions from Spotify, the algorithm having picked up on your tastes in rock music and suggested a more modern band. Their music is good, you discovered. Their first album Freaks in the Streets came out about two years ago, and it’s raw in its talent but their latest album, Hell’s on Fire (And So Are You) shot them into stardom. You had it on repeat for months, and their lead guitarist being hot as he was had nothing to do with your fixation.

Okay, discovering Eddie Munson, (said lead guitarist) the main lyricist on the album, had everything to do with your fixation. Every late-night TV host offered a slot for them to play their music and Eddie’s charisma as he cheekily answers questions about his off-putting lyrics drove you into over-excitement mode. You can still hardly believe you're going to be able to watch his sweaty chest perform live.

Your concert date is tomorrow, and you have everything set up. You booked it off from work, got the perfect outfit, and the tickets are waiting on your apple wallet. You set your phone down, locking it. As always, the phone lights up when it faces up and you catch the image of the glistening sweat on Eddie’s chest during a performance from a tweet that went viral a few weeks ago, a photo you immediately saved for your phone. God, he’s mouthwatering. There were several hundred women in the retweets praising him as well, so, of course, there’s no chance in hell.

But it’s nice to fantasize.

You sit comfortably in the level 100 seats, dressed in a somewhat alternative outfit, high waisted black shorts with a fringe hanging off them, a chain on your belt loops, and a ripped crop top with the bands logo you found in an urban clothing store. You hold a beer in one hand and your phone in the other, recording the opening act as they sing to an audience that is only half paying attention.

Luckily, you know some of their songs on their short 8-song setlist, half-heartedly singing along but saving your voice for the main act. Though, you know your heart isn’t in it when you notice the placement of the jewels you glued to your temple is awkward. When you squint your eyes in a certain way they seem to threaten to fall off. Whatever, they were dollar store jewels, anyway.

The band finishes their less than overwhelming act, thanking the audience, and teasing them with the fact that the main act is backstage and apparently excited to put a show on for their home state. Somehow, it keeps escaping you that you happen to live about 60 miles away from where Eddie Munson grew up, Hawkins, Indiana. That place certainly had a reputation for itself.

You make small talk with your best friend, who is as excited as ever, if anything, to see your face when you melt to the floor. Natalie isn’t into their music like you are, but she can admit that their music is objectively good. Free concert and the power to tease you? Natalie is SO in. “What outfit you think he’s gonna wear tonight?” You shrug, sipping some wheat water. You don’t like beer, but the venue’s options when it comes to alcohol are…limited to say the least. Natalie leans in to you. “You think he’s gonna wear a shirt this time?”

You elbow her, your cheeks heating up. Some places he wears a shirt, and it’s a day of tragedy. Some places he comes out with his chest already bare, and it’s pure heaven. Although, he is known to rip a shirt off occasionally, and you have far too many videos of that saved on your phone. “I don’t know. We’ll find out when he comes out.”

You’re in the middle of a conversation about the politics of the latest show you’re watching together and the lights go down. An electric guitar is heard but out of sight. Subconsciously, you grab your friend’s forearm as your eyes widen in anticipation, your ass literally hovering on your chair as you’re at the edge of your seat. You hear her laugh, but you can’t focus as the lights on stage dramatically light up two at a time, and out of nowhere you can see the four band members, Eddie second to the left. Oh god, he’s wearing an open jacket with a metal chain. Holy shit.

You’re on your feet and screaming lyrics before you even know it.

The night goes by in a blur, and none of the videos you’ve seen online do Corroded Coffin any justice. Their online stage presence is unstoppable. And while Eddie was a large part of the crowd draw in, you watch as he interacts with each band member, using their energy to amplify his own. He really couldn’t do this without them, which is why he’s so insistent in every interview he’s given. Halfway through the show, Eddie does a quick run backstage, claiming his jacket was ‘too fucking hot’ and when he comes out in a fishnet shirt, the crowd goes absolutely nuts.

You sit in the back of a cab, buzzed and rewatching the multiple videos you’ve taken repeatedly, smiling giddily to yourself. “That was such a good show.” You mumble to yourself, sipping from the drink you promised to the cab driver you wouldn’t spill from. You’re so drunk you barely even notice the taste of the beer anymore.

The cab driver pulls up to the hotel and you drunkenly climb out, handing him four 20-dollar bills on the way, making sure he’s tipped well for having to put up with your drunk ass. He doesn’t seem to mind too much, but then again, you’re too busy rewatching your thirst caught in 4K to even notice. God damn, the video really doesn’t put his glistening chest any justice. It was even better in person. If you could just lick up his chest, you knew every problem in your life would be solved.

Your best friend laughs behind you, escorting you to the hotel room. As the hotel room door opens you just want to climb into bed and scroll through your phone, but Natalie makes you wipe off your make up and get dressed into some pajamas. You check your Instagram, Corroded Coffin’s post from tonight at the top of the feed. There were some high-quality shots of him in his fishnet shirt that you immediately save, going over to Eddie Munson’s personal Instagram from where he’s tagged in the post.

God, he must get hundreds of DMs in a day. One raindrop doesn’t affect the ocean. I wanna lick the sweat off your chest so fucking bad just gimme a chance. Your thumb hovers over the send button, but you’ve sent several messages to celebrities before, and they never respond. So, you hit send, and you’re asleep within minutes, your lamp still lit next to you as the water from the shower in the bathroom less than ten feet away from you lulls you into a deep sleep.

Your 10AM alarm rings, yanking you out of a deep sleep. If you could, you’d spend the next ten hours sleeping to shake off the hangover, but you've gotta get up to have time to pack up and get changed before check out. You can shower tonight at home. As you sit up on your bed, dismissing the alarm, the headache kicks in, making you groan. Oh, fuck, are you hungover.

You check your phone quickly, and as you scroll down your notifications, you triple check a notification just to make sure you’re reading it right. At first, you’re confused. Why would he be messaging you? Your eyes widen as you promptly yeet your phone to your friend's bed when you remember what the fuck you sent to him last night. You curl in on yourself with your knees up against your chest and your hands over your mouth in disbelief.

Natalie comes out of the bathroom after hearing your phone bounce off the bed and land on the floor. “Whoa,” Natalie breathes, seeing your stunned stature. “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, shellshocked.

“Okay, can you at least tell me what happened? You’re kind of freaking me out here.”

“I sent a really, really thirsty message to Eddie Munson last night and I saw a notification saying he responded.” You admit, no higher than a whisper.

“What?!” Natalie nearly shouts, a bit loud in the quiet morning of the small hotel. “Well then open it and read it! What did he say?”

“I’m scared too look!” You admit, grabbing a pillow and holding it close to your chest.

Natalie grabs your pillow and tosses it to the side, her wet blonde hair shining prettily in the morning sun. “Get up, you big baby! Open the goddamn message!”

Fuck, Natalie’s right. Doesn’t mean you liked it. You bend to pick your phone up, sitting next to her on the bed as you open your Instagram notification. Fuck, he responded only fifteen minutes after your message. “Oh you sent him a very thirsty message.”

“Look what the fuck he wrote back.” You whisper, eyes wide as your heart pounds out of your chest.

apricothamster147: I wanna lick the sweat off your chest so fucking bad just gimme a chance.

eddiemunson: Well, damn baby, are you still in town for tonight’s show? Come backstage and we’ll see about making that happen. (Send me ur email for tix)

“Holy shit.” Natalie mutters out loud, her eyes bugging to his response as well. “Well? Are you gonna accept?”

You chortle, holding your hand out to her comically. “Do you have enough money for another night?”

Natalie shrugs. “I have my dad’s credit card.”

“Are you allowed to use it?”

“Only when I need it.”

“Shit.”

“Honestly, girl, you need it. Go ahead, send him your email, I’ll get us another night.”

Your thumbs move fast, hoping his offer wasn’t due to a lack of sobriety or a glitch in the Matrix. If you’re still accepting my offer, my email is [email protected]. You add a heart emoji just to be safe and send off a message to him.

Your best friend is in the middle of a phone call with her father to get him to call the front desk. They would only accept the credit card if they could speak to him. “Thank you!” Natalie hangs the phone up, looking at you. “Hotel is taken care of!”

You’re lying on your bed at this point, still in your pajamas with your palms stacked on your forehead. “What the fuck am I even gonna wear?”

“You brought multiple outfits, right?” Natalie asks you, sitting on her bed and laying down now that she no longer has to get ready to leave.

“Yeah, I brought some back-ups.” You sit up quickly, eyes wide. “I need your expertise in styling it, though. I have to look hot.”

Natalie sits up as well, serious as she can be. “Oh sweetheart, he won’t know what hit him.”

An hour into her crusade, styling your hair, your phone lights up in a notification. Your phone is closer to her, so you ask her to check it, Natalie knows your passcode, anyway. You know what it is immediately based on the expression you see on her face in the mirror. “Did he respond?”

“Yes!” Natalie answers, placing the hot tool down and putting the freed hand over her mouth.

“Oh my god, gimme that!” You respond, too impatient to wait for her to calm down.

eddiemunson: See you tonight (with a winky emoji)

“Oh my fucking god.” You let out, and suddenly it occurs to you that you’re seeing him in concert again. There’s even a slight possibility of you meeting him, however slim that he may remember to even do it.

A notification from your gmail rings, and you see ticketmaster. You hit it hard, seeing First Name, ‘Unknown’ Last Name, ‘Stranger’ has gifted you two VIP Floor Tickets with Back Stage passes, apparently just scanning the barcode will get you backstage. No. It wasn’t…no. This isn’t real. You stared off into the distance, eyes up from your phone. This doesn’t happen…

“Babe!”

You’re snapped out of it, realizing you zoned out in disbelief. “I’m just…a little in shock.”

Natalie smirks at you, tilting your chin on her fingertips gracefully. “Well now we know it’s fucking real, so let’s party hard, babe!”

Your eyes roll at her antics, but you love them. “Thanks for asking your dad.”

“Bitch, what’s a rich daddy good for if not for my friends?” Natalie laughs, starting to use the iron on your hair again.

Your makeup is done, rhinestones on the inner corners of your eyes, and you're wearing fishnet tights under a jean skirt and an oversized Corroded Coffin band tee. You usually used it as a sleep shirt, but Natalie insists it would work its magic.

Butterflies invade your stomach as soon as your black boots hit the pavement outside the hotel, the sunset cascading across the sky in a beautiful haze of orange and pink. As your thighs feel uncomfortable against the fabric of the cab, you hope your insides will feel as nice as the outside looks right now.

You pay your cab, all on the card, and get out, your stomach in knots. Well, it's now or never. Hesitantly, you hold your phone out for your ticket scanner on the main floor and she approves, giving you the thumbs up. “Wait.” the ticket scanner holds her hands out when she notices the big red letters, BACKSTAGE PASSES. You think you’re in trouble when you’re both handed the Backstage Pass Lanyards, decorated with the Corroded Coffin logo.

This is where you start to believe that you might’ve died last night with alcohol poisoning because there’s no way in Gods’ Green Earth is this real.

You both thank the attendant and walk to your seats, front and center, third row back. You could see the scratches on the sticker on the speakers from the inspector in the factory. Damn, were you close. “We’re going to go deaf.” Natalie comments, a half smile on your face. “Need a drink?”

“Please.” You answer, eyes wide. Natalie laughs and gets up to walk towards the bar, which is much less crowded around in the VIP section of the floor. Fucking wild.

You hold your phone and sing along to some more of the opening act's songs tonight, now gaining some familiarity with it. They’re great musicians, but they’re just not on Corroded Coffin’s level yet. They definitely have the potential to get there.

Their set list ends, and you notice that the lead singer is close enough for you to see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Oh god, you’re going to die.

Natalie tries to keep you entertained by chatting about anything she can, but it does so little to prevent time from crawling by at a snail's pace.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, and it’s a message from him. Wish Me Luck! You swear up and down it’s immediately after when the lights go down and the guitar starts playing off stage. Did he really just text you right before he started his show? Did that really just happen?

If there’s one thing about being in the third row with little to no one to block your view, it’s that no amount of high quality photos on twitter will ever amount to the real thing less than ten feet away. The sweat that drips down his leather vest for the night is mouth watering, the dark eyes in his expression as he performs hypnotizes you. You sing the lyrics, and jump and dance and occasionally drink, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t tear your gaze away from him.

And for a few moments, it’s like he holds your eye contact. No, that’s crazy. Nothing is happening. He has a million other girls to choose from, why would he choose you?

The concert happens in a blur, Eddie flings off the vest about halfway through the show, splashing some of his hair with his sweat. Your friend laughs at the sharp inhale that leaves your chest as you watch it. Man, he really had you in his clutches.

Eddie holds his arms out for his band as they close off the last song, all bowing together. “Thank you, Indiana! You’ve been a fucking fantastic crowd, thank you!”

“You ready?” Natalie asks you, holding out her lanyard cheekily.

“Nope.” You admit, taking a large gulp of the beer you barely touched. “After another beer I might be.”

“You really wanna meet him tipsy?” Natalie asks, raising her eyebrows at you.

“I don’t wanna be afraid to say anything!” You shoot back, leading her to the bar. You buy another one, and it’s down your throat within five minutes. You inhale deeply, wiping your face off from the excess beer around your mouth. “Does my mouth smell like beer?” You ask, suddenly worried.

“If you have to ask, I think you already know.” Natalie tells you, patting your back and leading you to the sign that says BACKSTAGE in all caps with an arrow pointing left.

A big security personnel blocks the big black curtain to the backstage area. You hold out your lanyard to him, and he gruffs as he holds his hand out for it. He takes a scanner to check out its legitimacy, and once both lanyards are in the clear, his face breaks into a smile, stepping aside to allow you through. It's almost comical.

The backstage area is busier than you had expected, arrows pointing you to where the visitors go, narrowly avoiding the crew as they bustle around. You both walk into a large area where several band members talk to friends or family, all sporting towels to dab their sweat away.

“Oh my god thank you for sending that DM.” Natalie whispers to you, looking around while starstruck. “I’m sure half these people aren’t even celebrities, but this is so cool! I’m going to go and mingle, you stick around for—”

You grab her by the collar, “Don’t you dare leave me alone here.”

“Ok, how bout we both grab some food? Maybe sober up?”

“Only because I’m hungry and free food tastes the best.”

You’re slowly picking at the fruit tray when you hear someone near you call out, “Eddie! My man!” You turn around to face him, the half-eaten strawberry you drop landing on the plastic tray loudly. You quickly finish the fruit and watch as he hugs his bandmate. “What, no shower, bro? You stink!”

The room echoes in laughter, and you join them. He does stink, and he stinks marvelously. The very scent makes you salivate. His laughter, it’s even better in person. He’s never laughed like this in any interview, all calm and toned down for the camera. This is genuine, heartfelt laughter.

You turn around to lean on the table, Jesus you need to calm yourself. Seeing him up close is sending a heat to your center that you're going to need to resolve quickly.

“Fancy seeing you, here.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, barely five feet away. You turn and face him, your breath knocking out of your chest. Words cannot describe how little all of the photos in the world do him any justice. He is the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.

“Thanks for i-inviting me.” You answer, gulping at the slight shine his sweat still gives him. “You’re a really great performer…” You find yourself distracted by his chest. He’s probably going to get all sticky soon… he smelled even better up close…

“I’m gonna go mingle.” Natalie says, pointing towards a crowd of people talking to the band members. “Text me to let me know if you’re meeting me at the hotel.” Natalie gives a shy smile to Eddie and walks away before you could answer.

“Thank you.” He nods his head, giving you a smirk. Then, the unthinkable happens as he uses his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin to capture your eyes with his own. How are they so pretty? “Are you going to make do on your promise?”

You gulp, your eyes flickering down to his pink lips. You’ve stared at his lips, how many times now? You nod slowly, peering up at him through your lashes.

“Let’s go somewhere a bit more quiet, then.” He offers, extending his hand for you.

You take it silently, his rough hands feeling warm and rough, but perfect. He leads you about ten steps down the hall, a doorway marked with his name over the words Dressing Room. As the door shuts behind him, he locks it, flinging his towel across the room. “C’mere.” He offers, extending his hand to you. You follow his instructions, sitting next to him on the couch. “You haven’t said a goddamn word, yet your message said fucking everything. Is the pretty girl shy?” He asks, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod your head, gulping as his touch lights your skin on fire. “I—I was six drinks in when I sent you that message. …I wouldn’t have even remembered unless you replied.” You admit, leaning into his touch.

“C’mon baby, let’s see it.” You raise your eyebrows, inquisitively, wondering what he meant. “Your message! Couldn’t stop thinking about my after-show treat all day, a pretty girl begging to lick up my sweat. Show me.”

You nod to him, your near trembling hands reaching out for his chest. Eddie nods, a wild look in his eyes that nearly has you passing out. A loud exhale leaves your body as your hands reach out and reach contact with his chiseled, tattooed, chest, some sweat beads still lingering. How, you weren’t sure. Your eyes rake across his chest, taking in every tattoo you can, your heartbeat racing faster as you lean in, to finally, finally, rake your tongue up from his stomach to his chest, breathing heavily when the taste of the salt and his pure essence is even better than you imagined.

“Holy shit, she’s a fucking freak.” Eddie mutters, you feel his breath getting shallower under your mouth working on him.

You lean in again, nails digging into his skin as you give another long stripe across his skin, the taste of salt and delicious B.O. on your tongue and you let out a sigh of contentment. You crawl up to his collarbones, having noticed a pool of his sweat there gathered while he was performing.

Your tongue slides into the dip, moaning at the salty taste. Your teeth graze the bone, nibbling a little to leave little tiny bruises. You can’t wait to save the HQ pictures with these marks.

You leave one last long stripe on his treasure trail, having stared at many photos where his pants sit low. You’re nuzzling at it, breathing it in when you can feel him. Holy shit, Eddie Munson’s cock is only inches from your face.

You look up at him, and the back of his palms are connected to his forehead, his cheeks flushed, and his chest heavily breathing. He looks down to meet your gaze, and suddenly he sits up, grabs your face and plants a wet kiss to your lips. Your entire body tenses up, barely able to believe that it's real. Your brain eventually catches up, responding in kind, crawling so your bodies fit closer. Eddie pushes you back lightly before you get too close, having you lie down on his couch.

“Can I, sweetheart?” He asks, moving down to where your cunt has been begging for attention.

“A-are you sure? I don’t mind just sucking you off.”

He chuckles, leaning in for another kiss. “Oh baby, you just earned so much more than that.”

Eddie trails down your body, placing kisses on your exposed neck, lifting your shirt lightly as his hands move to cup your tits. You whimper in kind. “Baby, do you know what it’s like having the most gorgeous woman in the world offer to lick sweat off you? If you just give her a chance? I saw your picture you posted from the concert and fuck, you’re a goddamn smoke show. Those eyes, your gorgeous tits, your thighs, oh my god, baby, your thighs.” He talks through wet kisses trailing down your body until he’s face to face with your jean skirt.

He pulls twice, asking permission. You place your hands on your button to undo it and Eddie playfully swats your hands away. Your skirt is pulled off your body, leaving the fishnet tights and your thoroughly soaked panties. He leans in between your thighs, and your thigh muscles slightly convulse as you feel his hot breath against it. “Shh, haven’t even touched you yet, baby.” He hushes you, his big hands gracing your thighs gently. He leans in and you can’t tell what he’s doing until he starts pulling down, and you notice one of the strings from the tights in his mouth. He can’t seem to pull them off like he wants to, and after a last try he gets frustrated, ripping them off, instead. “There, that’s fucking better.”

You let out a tiny giggle, and then you feel so exposed to him, your lacy panties drenched as he stares between your legs.

If you told yourself this would be happening 24 hours ago you’d call yourself insane…or a silly goose. You were incredibly inebriated.

He flings the fishnets across the room and reaches out to touch your soaked panties, the touch inducing a whimper from you. “You’re soaked, huh, baby?” He murmurs, petting along your panties gingerly. You whimper in response, your hips lifting to meet his delicate touch more firmly. He chuckles, watching your face all scrunched up. “If you want me to touch you, beg for it.”

“Eddie, fucking touch me please, want it so bad.”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you with my fingers, baby?”

You nod, starting to hopelessly grind your hips up. “So fucking bad, please.”

He smiles, watching the outline of your pussy as you get wetter. Without warning, he hooks his fingers around your waist band and tugs it down, and suddenly you find yourself exposing your pussy to the man who took most of your gallery's storage space on your phone. The way he looks at your pussy is damn divine. His eyes darken with lust, pink lips shine with spit, and his cheeks flush; it makes you want to close your legs in embarrassment.

They stay open, because you’re afraid to move, this must be a dream. This is too fucking good to be real.

“Fuck, I knew your pussy would be pretty, but I didn’t know a pussy could be this fucking gorgeous, look at you.” He rambles, you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy. He places a thumb gently on your slick, stroking lightly up and down, the sensation sending fire rippling across your skin. He sees your thigh shake the littlest bit. “Feel good?”

It does, but you want so much more from him. “Mmm hmm.” You answer, toes flexing with anticipation.

“Do you need something?” He asks, stroking your lips too lightly, not necessarily getting closer to anything. He just narrowly avoids your clit, watching you squirm as your eyebrows furrow lightly.

“I need more-I need more.” You choke out, your hips desperately rutting against his fingers. “I want you to touch me harder, or move faster, I need more.”

Eddie chuckles, hardly believing how much better you had turned out to be. “You need more? Okay, sure. I can give more.” He leans in to lick a stripe right on your neglected clit, and your hips rut up in surprise, a yelp of pleasure jumping out of your throat. It doesn’t even phase Eddie, now that he's tasted you, he doesn’t want to let go. “How do you taste so fucking good?” He asks, his voice low and husky. “Doesn’t make any fucking sense, this should be a fucking crime.”

You moan, hips grinding up against him, head back in pure ecstasy. “Your sweat shouldn't taste so good. I could bottle it like ketchup and eat it on everything.” You admit, your fingers flexing as a wave of heat runs right through you.

Eddie barely lets up, even as the sentence makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. He pumps one of his digits into you, a ringed finger, no less. Your jaw drops as he fucks into you, the hot pool of pleasure in your stomach starting to form. It's the best this has ever felt by a long shot.

Eddie continues to attack you, adding a second finger as his tongue swirls over your clit repeatedly. “Eddie…fuck…so good.” You can barely talk, your bliss radiating in every extremity. “K…Keep doi’ tha’…”

He stares up at pride at your cocked out expression, panting heavily as you feel yourself on the brink. Out of nowhere Eddie picks up his speed into hyperdrive, and you fucking keel over him, high whines escaping your throat as one hand flies into his hair and the other on the couch’s arm rest to keep you grounded.

The orgasm hits you slowly but leaves your thighs shaking underneath him in its wake. It's the best goddamn orgasm you’ve ever had. Eddie continues to place kisses on your pussy, licking up your cum from your entrance, seemingly quite satisfied with his hard work.

You're breathing heavily, looking up at him desperately through half open eyes. “You have to let me suck your cock, please Ed.”

He gives you a half smirk, you’re barely recovered and you’re begging to suck his dick? Did he win the lottery? “No, I need to feel that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock before I cum from the sounds you’re making, alone.”

You lift your heavy head up in confusion. “Sounds?”

“Have you heard what you sound like when you cum? If I had the patience, I’d be making you cum here, all night, but I fucking don’t. I need to know what the fuck your pussy feels like.” Eddie admits, and his voice sounds desperate.

You let your head fall back down, your legs falling down in unison, spread eagle. You shoot a smirk at him. “What if I told you to beg for it?”

“Hmm?” Eddie asks, and you see a light flicker on in his eyes.

“Beg for my pussy, Eddie. Wanna hear that pretty voice.”

Eddie grins widely, fuck, you just keep getting better. “Please, baby. Please. Let me fuck that tight, perfect pussy of yours. Please let me feel those hot, warm walls fucking pulse around me while I give it to you hard and well, just like she deserves.”

It's more than you could ever hope for, but you find yourself feeling greedy. “Hmm…not desperate enough. You don’t really sound like you want to fuck me all that badly.”

To this Eddie actually whines and groans in frustration. “C’mon, baby, please. Let me fuck you, I will do anything to feel that perfect cunt around my cock.”

Your legs hitch around his hips, pulling him in so his hard on in his jeans meets your bare pussy. You lean into his ear, inhaling his shampoo. “If you let me mark up your neck so I can have all those petty bitches be jealous of me at your next show, then go right ahead.”

“Oh, fuck, deal.” Eddie yanks his belt and his jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop, and the sight of his cock is better than anything you could’ve imagined. He kicks them off smoothly, lining himself up with you again in a matter of minutes. “Shit, you want a condom?” He asks, used to fucking bare back.

“I’m on birth control.” You tell him as he hovers over you.

“Oh that’s a good girl.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss at your neck. “You ready?”

“Fuck me, already, Ed, I’ve been ready since this morning.” Eddie chuckles and he slides himself in, the head of his cock burning only slightly, but feeling fantastic. “Oh, oh my god.”

“Fuck…” He grunts, waiting for your go ahead. “Better than I thought you’d feel. God, is this heaven?”

You giggle in response, your pussy pulsating around him in beat. “Your cock…so fucking full.” Eddie lifts his hips experimentally, and you let out a gasp at the burn and the pure pleasure it sends through you. “More.” You choke out when he doesn’t continue right away.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to listen to your request, your arms wrapped around his back as you clutch onto him for dear life. He ruts into you harshly, his hips snapping as it hits your g spot intentionally at every rut.

Your mouth seems like it’s trying to form words, but your head is so foggy by the time you open your mouth, the sentence is nowhere to be found. “Look at this cock drunk little slut.” Eddie laughs, watching your fucked out face.

Your hands tug on him, forcing his chest closer to your mouth. He lets his arms buckle down, slowing his pace down as his face finds refuge in the smell of your hair, while you start sucking lightly on his chest, leaving little bite marks. As you suck on his chest, your pussy sucks him in simultaneously, causing Eddie to moan from both sensations you were giving him.

Eventually, you have purpled your way across his chest, admiring your hard work as he continues moving slowly over you. “Eddie, can you go faster again?”

“Sure, baby. Be a good girl and turn onto your hands and knees.” You listen and turn around, tilting your ass up so it’s easy for him to slide in. “Oh, thank you, baby. Now lift your head up.” You do and he yanks on your hair, pulling a good chunk at the root. “That’s good.” He puts himself back in you, causing a guttural moan to leave your lips.

“Eddie…” You gasp out, the first hit surprisingly harsh against your hips. Not a part of you remotely minds, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Eddie seemingly fucks you as hard as he can.

“You wanna still blow me, baby? Because I’m about to blow…” Eddie doesn’t have to say another word, you getting up and onto your knees on his animal carpet to wrap your lips around his cock and bob your head. “Use that pretty mouth…”

The feeling of you choking on it, your mouth desperately trying to take his whole length sends him over the edge. Eddie moans loudly, and you do everything you can to memorize this moment for the rest of your life, because nothing will top this.

Your mouth is overloaded with his thick cum, and one last load shoots out of him onto your face as your mouth pops off him, and ok, now nothing will top this.

He’s breathing heavily, staring down at the white shiny substance that made it’s way all over your nose and lips, some dripping down your chin to land on your tits. You start to gather it on your fingers, dipping it onto your tongue like it’s donut frosting. You hum to yourself at the salty taste, looking up at him through your eyelashes for approval.

“Shit, ain’t that a sight.” Eddie mutters, watching as you hopelessly attempt to clean yourself up before his cum goes everywhere. “Here, hold on.” Eddie yanks on a pair of low sweats and grabs something, walking towards the sink in the dressing room. He walks up to you and cleans his mess off your face and your tits, his hands behind the warm cloth gentle. He tosses it to god knows where and grabs one of the waters from his mini fridge.

He hands you the water and watches you as you slowly come back to yourself, the haze in your eyes raising. Your phone buzzes on the table next to the couch, and Eddie picks up the phone to give it to you and you call out to stop him a moment too late.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at your choice of wallpaper, it couldn’t be interpreted as anything other than thirst. The sweat glistening, his hand holding the microphone delicately, his face looking rather passionate about what he was singing about. Damn, that's a good photo, Eddie thinks. “So, did I just check something off your bucket list?” He asks, holding your phone out before tossing it to you.

You get up from your knees on wobbly legs, still needing some water, apparently. “Uh,” you take a sip, wondering how to answer as a wide smile settles on your face. On the one hand, you’re embarrassed. On the other, he had to know how viscerally thirsty you were after him. “No. I just did my bucket list.” You answer, taking another sip of your water as you stand in front of him, still head to toe naked. “Didn’t think I’d get this far.”

Eddie laughs at this, the same genuine laughter you heard from earlier.

You walk around the couch, bending over to locate your skirt.

“Lookin' for something?” Eddie asks, playfully pushing your buttons.

“My skirt…” you answer, peering across the room at this point.

“Can I be honest?” He asks, peering over your shoulder comically as you look around.

“Hmm?”

Eddie’s hands land your bare hips, tugging them backward so his boner hits your ass. “I could go for round 2.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” You whisper, turning around to face him. Eddie guides you, your steps messy as you back up to his vanity, a few brushes and the eyeliner he sports scattered. He lifts you easily onto it, your legs wrapping around his torso, pulling him in. You can’t tell when he removed his sweats, but the head of his cock unexpectedly against your heat already pulls a high whine out of you, sighing in relief. “Put it back in.”

“Fuck, don’t need to ask me twice.” He mumbles, lining himself up.

Your jaw drops as he pushes himself in, watching with a heavy chest as Eddie stares down at the sight of his cock entering your slick, a gulp leaving his mouth. “Holy shit, baby.” He mutters, exhaling as he bottoms out, his eyes closing. “How have I already forgotten how good your pussy is around me?”

Your breathing is shallow, watching with heavy eyelids as Eddie closes his eyes to seemingly gain his composure. “Eddie.” You whimper, your legs around his torso tightening. “You’re the…the hottest person I’ve literally ever seen in my life. Nothing will compare to this.”

You can feel his cock twitch in response, and you flutter around him as if to second it.

“Good.” Eddie grunts out, moving ever so slowly, eliciting a whimper from you. “Nothing better fucking compare, your pussy is too good for that shit.” His tongue sweeps a long lick in the crook of your neck, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as it feels dirty, in the best way. “May I return the favour?”

You’re about to ask when you realize his question is rhetorical, and you feel his teeth start to nibble, bite, and suck hard at your throat. He feels you suck him in as you breathe out little whimpers, the relief of his tongue against your skin followed by more stinging of his teeth working on you was everything, your nails scratching down his back in an involuntary response.

“Eddie…” you moan, head tilted back in ecstasy, nearly colliding with his mirror. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Baby, fuck.” He mutters, his breath hot against your neck. “I wanna mark you up everywhere.” You fucking tighten up in response, drawing a nearly cruel laugh from him. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Uh huh…” You admit, the feeling of his hips slowly drawing in and out of you and his hot breath on your chest becoming too much, but perfect at the same time.

His tongue makes its way further down to your tit, one hand rubbing your sternum desperately as his teeth work expertly on your bud. He’s not too harsh with it, knows the exact amount of pressure to make it hurt in the best fucking way. “So fucking pretty, baby.” He mutters, his hips starting at a faster rate. He lets off your tit with a pop after sucking on it gently, admiring the bruising that’s starting to take shape across your sweaty form.

You can do nothing but cling to him, all coherent thoughts gone the moment he started sucking on your collarbone sharply.

“Got any…any summer plans?” Eddie asks, out of breath. He moves a leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, deeper than before.

You let out a gasp of pleasure, the sound nearly feral. “Y-you.”

Eddie laughs, his ringed hand rough as he grabs at your thigh on his chest. “Oh fuck baby, I’m close again, your pussy is so fucking good.”

“Cum in me.” It almost sounds like you're begging.

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up to his forehead, his jaw dropping comically as he takes in your request. “Fuck, you sure?”

“Want you to fill me up, Eddie. Please.” You plead, and who is he to deny such a pretty girl?

“Gonna cum with me, pretty girl?” He asks, watching in marvel as you look more and more cocked out. You pull on him, yanking his lips to yours. You kiss him wantonly, deeply, all teeth and tongue as you do your best to express what you cannot with words. You don’t have a big enough vocabulary for the moment, anyhow. Eddie takes the lead and tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, drawing a high whine out of you. “Gonna answer me?”

The edge is so close, an all encompassing heat invading your lower stomach as a palm of his hand toys with one of your nipples. Suddenly you’re aware this could be the last time you ever get the chance, so you sweep one last lick on his chest, lapping at the fresh coat of sweat like it was your first drink of water after a long week in the desert.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna—” He doesn’t even finish his sentence, his hips stuttering as you feel his sticky ropes of cum fill you up so deliciously.

In his haze, his fingers latch to your clit, expertly working on it in small circles to send you over your edge as well, your pussy fluttering perfectly around him.

The smell of sex in his dressing room is evident, the air thick as you both catch your breath. Your leg falls down off his shoulder like a weight is stored in it, your foot landing harshly on the linoleum tiles of the stadium. Your head rests against his chest, eyes closed as you breathe in the stench of his sweat. You need to memorize everything you can, sure you’re about to be escorted back to the main party.

Eddie surprises you, his hands soft as they cup your face, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. His mouth is gentle as he works it against yours, the light taste of pre-show alcohol on his breath. He methodically uses the kiss to distract you as he pulls out, but you still whine desperately into his mouth from the loss. A laugh escapes his lips, and you swallow it, still needing his gentle kiss. He finally separates from you, kissing your forehead as his thumb caresses your cheek.

“So…are you?” He asks, taking in your fucked-out face. Maybe you’ll let him take a post sex selfie if you reject him to remember you by.

If. There’s no way on this earth you would ever reject him, but of course, Eddie doesn’t know you’ve been stalking his Instagram.

“Hmm?” You ask, not a thought in your head for the moment.

“Doing anything this summer?”

You shake your head no, gulping. Eddie saunters around his dressing room, grabbing his sweats and another white cloth. He returns to situate himself between your legs, sporting his sweats, the hot cloth causing you to yelp in surprise.

He laughs quietly, a fond smile on his face as he continues to clean up the mess he left in you. At least, you think it’s fond. “You feel like following a ragtag band of misfits around for the summer?” He asks you, voice soft as he holds your eye contact while his hand moves idly.

“Ragtag?” You ask, remembering their electric energy. They’re rockstars, no doubt about it. There’s not one person who can deny that they earned their spot on the stage.

Eddie breathes another laugh, tossing his cloth to the side. “We are as ragtag as it gets, doll.”

You sigh, searching those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes for any signs he was joking. “I-I will quit my job…are you serious?”

He laughs, caressing your forearm. It occurs to him you’re still naked, so he walks to the couch to gather your shirt and skirt. “Dead serious. I can’t let a face like yours and a pussy like that go very easily.”

“Okay…” you answer, your heartbeat loud in your chest. You were so sure this was just a one-time (two rounds) thing that the idea of him wanting more of you never even occurred to you. It’s just too good to be true, no one is this lucky. “If I quit my job, I can’t afford to pay my own way…”

Eddie smiles, handing you your clothes. “If you don’t want to wear that skirt, I can get you some sweats from the merch table.” He offers, before sitting on the chair a few feet down from you. “Baby, I’m on the cover of Rolling Stone. You’ll be fine.”

Your jaw drops open, staring openly at the man as he watches your facial expression. “I’ll need to go and pack up…”

“Babe.” He stops you, getting up to hold your shoulders with his hands. “I don’t even know your name, yet.”

“Y/N”

He lets out an exhale, fuck, that makes sense. “I didn’t even know your name, and all I know is if I let you go then I will never be able to get you out of my mind. Whatever is stopping you, I can throw some money at it or call someone to get it done. Do you want to stay with me?”

“Yes.” It leaves your body in a sigh of relief, like coming home. Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead; you can feel his lips moving upward into a smile. “Also, sweatpants sound really nice.”

Eddie saunters over to a walkie you hadn’t noticed. In fact, you start to look around his dressing room, noticing a duffle bag by a rack with empty hangers, half opened bottles of water, and his phone sitting faced down at a table nearby. When he asks for your size, you provide it, putting the graphic tee over your head. He plops down on the couch, waving you over to sit right next to him. “Need to text your friend?” He asks, teasing you.

“Actually, can I invite her in? Natalie’s my best friend and she won’t let me live this down if I send her back without bringing her in to introduce you.”

Eddie shrugs, starting to pat his pockets for his phone. You grab it on your way to sit next to him, falling easily into his arm. “Yeah, sure, if you’re ready for her to tease the shit out of you.”

“Are you kidding?” You ask, somewhat giddy. “I’m about to go on twitter after your next show and see dozens of people asking where the hell you got your hickeys. Nothing can bring me down from that right now.”

Eddie chuckles, crossing one leg over the other in an L shape. He plants a kiss on your lips, his tongue sweeping against yours delicately. “Fuck, I’m so glad you fucking DM’ed me.” There’s a knock on the door, your sweatpants from the merch stand are delivered.

“You have no idea how much I keep thinking I’m about to wake up.” You confess, your fingers playing with the light stubble on his chin. “Thank god for cheap stadium beer.” The laugh that escapes him is melodic and gorgeous. “Thank god for cheap stadium beer.”

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lokideservesahug · 2 months

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Thirsty

Checo Pérez x wife!reader

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Warnings: Really quite suggestive, everyone is thirsting over Checo + his neck. Awful nicknames of my own creation (Necko Pérez) I'm sorry. Badly translated Spanish

Notes: I'm so glad that people enjoy reading both my work and for Checo. And for the anon that requested this, thank you.

Request: Could you do Checo Perez with wife reader? He had an interview and the interviewer asked him to show his thick neck 👀. And he did. Everyone went a little crazy it especially his wife. A little suggestive and fluff. You decide how it goes. Thanks!! :)))

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Summary: After a certain tweet subtly dissing Charles and Oscar, more people come to appreciate Sergio Pérez and especially his neck. -°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°--°•°•°•°•--•°•°•°•°-

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(A/n I was forced to crop them but his arms in this video are just a work of art🤌. So I put them in the first photo of the header.)

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Yourusername

Yourusername: misión completa. And apolgies to your eyes.

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Schecoperez: te quiero cariño (I love you darling) ❤

↳ Yourusername: I love you more 🤍

Redbullracing: ...we are going to pretend we didn't see this for the sake of the head of PR's welfare

↳Yourusername: Ly admin <3

Maxverstappen: Tw next time please. I need to go and bleach my eyes now

↳Schecoperez: reina del drama. Se me permite amar a mi esposa. (drama queen. I am allowed to love my wife.)

↳Maxverstappen: I don't know what that means....

↳Yourusername: He said that he's very sorry and won't try and traumatise you again in the future.

↳Maxverstappen: Oh! Thank you Checo😊

↳Schecoperez: crédulo

↳Maxverstappen: Hey! I can use Google translate you know

↳Schecoperez: Oops....

User1: I speak as one of a few 'fanpages' to be fortunate andough to be followed back on behalf of the entire F1 community. Twitter is going to go wild over this...

↳Yourusername: Meh let them. Thay were the ones that helped to bring this to light...

↳User1: Being it to light? Does that mean this was a regular occurance in private?

↳Yourusername: With a husband like that? Of course.

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tracksidequeen · 1 year

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Thrist Tweets

Request: Hi, could you write a drabble in where the reader reads thirsty tweets with Toto?

Warning: Boss!TotoxAssistant!Reader, some vulgar language, daddy?

Words: 900k+

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"Have you thought about it?"

With a mischievous smile on your face you walk in Toto's office and sit down on the sofa.

“Thought about what?” he asks confused. He takes off his reading glasses and folds them gently.

"The suggestion Paul gave you, about reading thirst tweets for the social media account. The fans would love it..."

"-I swear, this is why Paul gives me a headache on the daily," he interrupts you shaking his head and gets up. He walks over to sit down next to you, as you eye at him with a cheeky look on your face. "What?!"

"...I would love it.” You say with a sarcastic, whiney voice.

He laughs, and then his face goes blank. "No."

"Toto, c'mon, it's fun!" You give his shoulder a slight shove.

"No," he repeats, but the excited look on your face makes him hesitate. "What are they even saying on there anyways?"

"OH, they are allll over you!" you say as you instantly grab your phone and open the comment section under a picture of him on the Mercedes twitter account.

"Mind you; admin is probably busy muting half of the comments under your photo's... for obvious reasons."

"What? Muting- when? Why?" He looks at you confused, understanding half of what you just said.

"When admin posts something of you, the fans have - let's say - and interesting form of showing their love for you." You give him a cheeky side-eye.

"You are enjoying this too much for my liking," he says and you show him the comments. He takes his folded reading glasses from his shirt and puts them on. Instantly he raises his eyebrows.

"You'd be reading this out loud and responding to it in the video." He looks at the comments on your screen and shakes his head with blushing cheeks.

"Don't be shy, read it out," you say teasingly.

"No, this is insane." His words say he doesn't want it, yet he can't take his eyes off your phone and continues reading. You hear him mumble under his breath- "Toto can eat a pumpernickle off my body any time of the day." He looks back at you.

"Why would anyone want to do that?”

He says it in a confused manner, but you hear in his voice how it stroked his ego. “Crazy, crazy." Without waiting for your reply he diverts his attention back to the phone. He leans over and starts scrolling your phone.

"I'd let Mr Wolff break my back like a glow-stick." His loud laugh fills the office. “Well that’s a bit aggressive, don’t you think?”

"I mean, we're all thinking it, they just wrote it."

Without saying a word he looks at you and you feel your cheeks getting warm. You continue scrolling through the comments under another photo of him so the topic can switch. But he doesn’t let you off the hook that easily.

"So you're thinking it as well?"

With a lost look on your face you say, "huh, what are you talking about?" He raises his eyebrows in response, and smirks before looking at your phone again.

"Toto can use my ass as his table to slam on, and I'd still say 'thank you daddy.'" He says laughing, "they are really getting creative with ways to flatter me.”

He looks at you, and without taking his eyes off you he says, “Secretly one of these is from you."

"Well, don't flatter yourself too much, Toto."

"You'll start calling me dad soon as well." You look at him confused, "why?" He nods his head at your screen, "they called me 'dad' at the end right?"

You feel your heart drop from the nervousness. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d sit with your boss on his office sofa, discussing the terminology of the word...

"Daddy? You mean?"

"Yes, you'll start calling-" "Toto, nooo! That's not what they mean!" You say with part panic part hysterical laughter.

A questioning look emerges on his face as you can't stop laughing. "Well explain it then," he says. "Stop giggling so annoying."

He can't stand it when he doesn't understand something, and it's even worse when he's the center of the joke. "C'mon! Stop it, what?"

"Toto, they mean 'daddy', not as dad, but..." you say holding in your breath, but then you realise you're talking to your boss and suddenly your eyes fill with embarrassment. It's great how comfortable you feel around him, but there are some limits, you figure. "Toto, no, you're smart enough to figure this one out on your own."

"Would you call me daddy?"

"WHAT?" You say with widened eyes.

"I'm trying to figure out in which context you'd use- oooh." His face turns red. "I see."

"You're a joke Toto, absolutely ridiculous." You joke, to make him feel less uncomfortable for what he just said. But your efforts in making him less embarrassed was not necessary, because he rises above every situation.

"So, would you?" he asks with a smirk.

"Would I- what?"

"You can figure this one out on you own."

*****

#Toto Wolff #toto wolff drabble #toto wolff fic #toto wolff x reader #Toto Wolff x you #Formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #toto wolff imagine #thirst tweets

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skipper1331 · 9 months

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Tell and show the world // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy:D

"Lina" you said as you stood behind the kitchen counter, chopping the vegetables for dinner. "Ja, liebe?" the brunette asked, eyes looking away from her laptop screen. "I‘ve been thinking…" you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy, cheeks slowly turning red, "what‘s wrong?" the german was immediately by your side, "stop the chopping, baby" her fingers laced with your own as she turned you around. When you didn‘t answer her, her hands cupped your cheeks while you started playing with your wedding ring. "When are you going to tell the world about us?" you mumbled, shy, afraid. She seemed confused, jaw tense, eyes that asked many questions. You never had a problem keeping your relationship secret or private. Lina did not tape her ring nor did she wear it during games or ever mentioned that she was in a commited relationship. Her private life was private. Where did the change of heart come from?

"Lately, umm" your voice was shaking - you didn‘t know why, you knew that Lina loved you, she was your wife but something was making you nervous. "Comments. The comments under your posts are getting worse. And- and these ship videos with G, I don’t like them. I like G, don‘t get me wrong, she’s awesome but-" you rambled on about the thirsty comments under her instagram posts, the ship edits you had on your for you page and your hurt feelings. In no way, you were mad at Lina, just hurt with the whole situation. "Hey, hey" the bayern munich player pulled you close, her hands firmly resting on their usual place around your waist while your head hit her shoulder with a quiet thud, "my love, look at me" she demanded softly. With tears in your eyes you looked in to the orbs you‘d loved for so long, "Is that what has been bothering you the last few days?" one of her hands cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that spilled. You didn't want to admit it, it still hurt you a lot and seeing her do nothing about it was just another little stab in your heart. You knew she didn't read most of the comments except those from her friends and family, so you couldn't blame her - you didn't even want too. Your heart just stung.

In respond, you nodded, biting your lower lip to contain yourself, "Stop crying, please" the germans heart ached at sight in front of her, the way your body shook as the tears ran down your cheeks, "i would tell the world in a heartbeat, liebe."

Your eyes grew wide, only a sniffle coming from your throat, "really?"

"100%"

You chuckled at the determined look the midfielder had on her face, "do you want me to post something on instagram or a tweet or what? Tell me, baby, I‘ll do it" she pressed multiple kisses over your face, a nose scrunch in reply as you giggled along. "You‘re my wife and I love you, okay? I would tell every person in the world myself If that‘s what makes you happy"

Match day.

Champions league semi final.

Bayern Munich vs Chelsea.

Lina was sitting at the press conference table with Alexander Straus as media teams were behind the cameras, many with notes and a mic in their hand.

"Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen?" an older man asked Alex and Lina, both sharing a look. With a tilt of his head the Bayern coach asked the midfielder If she wanted to answer or If he should - he answered. He told the interviewer, "From goalkeeper to striker, the most diverse talents have met - Guro Reiten, Sam Kerr, Millie Bright and so on - pooled together and formed a high class team. They are very good but not unbeatable. That's what we're trying to show today."

There were some more questions which Lina and Alexander answered before the last question before the game was asked.

"Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen?"

"Der Titel" she chuckled, "Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jede für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen"

The whole room inhaled sharply - wife?! Why didn't anyone know that? Alexander had a smile on his face, of course he knew about you, all the Bayern people knew about you and they loved you - you were great.

Only then did everyone notice the ring the german was wearing on her finger; it was simple yet beautiful - it suited her.

Tell the media she had a wife? check.

Lina loved the faces she saw behind the cameras, there were shocked ones - jaw to floor, there were confused ones - huh? Did she say wife? and there were happy faces.

Sitting in the stands next to Sydney‘s mum you saw the girls walking out of the tunnel. The Allianz Arena was sold out, red shirts everywhere. Even the mens team came to support the girls - a rare sight.

It was just wow. The girls played their hearts and showed their talent. It didn‘t matter that Chelsea got on the score line first, Erin Cuthbert with the header.

Bayern was eager and hungry.

After the first 20 minutes, Bayern played better than their best. Pernille Harder scored the equalizer, she didn‘t celebrate though, she turned to the few Chelsea fans, raised her hand a little and apologized silently. The Blues were her home and family once and still are, even If she doesn‘t play for them anymore.

Georgia was the next to score a banger - outside the box. It was beautiful, AKB had no chance. The stadium went crazy.

Last but not least, was the third goal of the game. The game had built up from Grohs, the Bayern keeper. The girls played a Tiki Taka, the opponents could only watch the ball, there was no chance of taking it. Bühl then converted it to 3-1, the ball slipping past her national team mates fingertips.

When the whistle blew, the stadium got louder and louder, fans were signing chants as they jumped around to celebrate.

When everyone finished shaking their opponents and talked to their friends, the girls swarmed out to sign jerseys and to take pictures. Lina though, she had only one goal in mind. She wanted to see you. You were often at the Bayern games but never in a jersey or at least never in a jersey with 'Magull' on the back of it.

Not until now, this morning the german had told to wear her jersey later, she was very clear with her demand.

"Hi, my love" she whispered after she had jumped over the barrier, her arms going around your waist. Your smile was brigther than the sky while you cupped her cheeks, proud of your wife and her team, "Baby! That was amazing!" The brunette just grinned at you, loving the big wide smile that covered your face. Shortly after your said words your arms looped around her neck, your head on her shoulder as you hugged her dearly. Her own head was hidden in your neck as she pressed soft kisses to it.

First kiss: i‘m so happy.

Second kiss: thank you for being here.

third kiss: i love you.

the multiple kisses after: wow!!

Many eyes and cameras were on you, multiple people taking pictures of the two of you. Yet it didn‘t matter, your heart fluttered at the sight of your wife, the way she interacted with you in front of the fans. Normally it was the bare minimum but not now, she had accepted the concerns you told her about and implemented your wishes, your request. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for you.

And If it wasn‘t clear enough, the kiss on your lips was. She gave you a passionate yet gentle and appropriate one, it was like in the movies; your hands resting on her neck, her own hands placed on your hips as she leant forwads, yourself leaning backwards in return. Lina felt euphoric, like she was high. High on love, high with happiness, high with everything.

It was safe to say, Lina‘s announcement at the press conference went viral, multiple clips across the internet. As well as various edits of the scene in the stadium.

The german international broke the internet, yet it wasn‘t enough for her.

She had announced it to the media, she had demonstrated the fans and she was about to show the world.

linamagull

stanwaygeorgia and 36.047 thousand others

linamagull ❤️

it was that simple. 4 pictures with more or less the same gesture. You in her arms, just with a different view. The pictures were taken over the years, they still gave you enough privacy but a clear statement was made: Lina Magull was happily married.

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translation:

Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen? - Chelsea are a strong opponent, do you think you can win against such a strong team?

Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen - Next question for Lina Magull: What motivates the team and you personally to win today

Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jeder für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen - We are all motivated and very interested in taking the trophy home and the semi-final is a step in the right direction. At the end of the day, everyone fights for the team and has their own person to fight for, it varies from player to player. For me, for example, it is my wife. I step on the pitch today - always - to impress my wife and see her bright smile in the evening.

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#lina magull #lina magull x reader #bayern munich frauen #bayern munich women #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #gerwnt #gerwnt x reader #frauen bundesliga #fc bayern frauen #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen

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cornyonmains · 2 years

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There's a very real possibility that KinnPorsche could have just obliterated audience interest in BL at its current standard. From what I've been reading, things like metadata and analytics are showing plummeting interest in BL at its current standard, with almost no eyes coming across posts that don't have a KP hashtag on it. And it seems sponsors are seeing pretty big returns as well. That Royal Farmhouse bread from episode 8 sold out lmao.

What I'm saying is BOC walked in the door with almost no experience and made a BL that slapped so hard, it's looking like it's going to reset the entire industry. KP is making audiences laugh at other BL's. And you know what? Good.

I'm tired of bad acting, I'm tired of waiting an entire season to watch two tragically heterosexual actors have a dead fish kiss, I'm tired of the industry's refusal to hire queer talent, when it could be a real boon in a country like Thailand, where men are flat out too homophobic to portray these roles convincingly, I'm tired of college campuses, of the same story told a thousand times with new characters, and studios hiring actors so bad they have to change the cast in the second season. I'm tired of this industry turning queer people into a joke. It's why I only rolled my eyes at Build's stupid-ass Tweets. Because I know why I think he didn't delete them, and I think there's a lot of savvy audience members who have reason to know as well. That's all I'll say on that.

I think it's important that audiences show their financial support in any way they can, even if it's just the act of enabling ads on BOC's Youtube channel. The thing about me is that I don't like BL. I've maybe sat through six in their entirety, despite the vast catalog of these things that exist, because as a queer viewer, I just can't stomach the straight girl bullshit they're on with these yaoi tropes, if I can be blunt. I don't mind sexy in these shows. The queer community is infinitely more sexual than the straight one, because we don't have all those heteronormative hang-ups regarding sex. If straight girls wanna sex that shit up, I say let your freak flags fly. We stan sex positivity in this house.

That being said, I'm pushing 40. I grew up during the time when LGBTQ+ content wasn't simply getting made. Xena gave lesbians a few drops of Sapphic subtext 20 years ago and they're still driving Subarus. That's how thirsty people were for queer content in my day. That's my primary motivation. I just want good art merged with queer content and BL is the first genre I've ever encountered where there's a chance I can have that in meaningful amounts. We don't even have that here in America. Just look at the CW, an ostensibly queer friendly network, and what it did with Destiel. Malex, the most popular ship on the train wreck that is Roswell, New Mexico, got a literally 3 second sex scene, while straight girls got to ride their men like rodeo bulls. I want BL to do better.

I'm damn near willing to empty my bank account tomorrow and just give it all to BOC for what they've done. No matter how you feel about this show, it's going to change the face of BL, and I can't fucking wait.

#kinnporsche #vegaspete #kimchay #thai bl #kinnporsche the series #bible sumettikul #build jakapan #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #jeff satur #barcode tinnasit #I took second place in the city wide spelling bee as a kid and still can't remember how to spell these damn names #Thailand has my respect for this

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Kinda makes me worried about the new hazbin vas, fans will try and get in their personal space just like how they did with the ogs maybe even worse since they’re replacing them.

Yeah I'm worried about that too especially since it happened recently with Erica who is the VA for Loona. She is going through grief and couldn't voice Loona but fans pestered her into giving any sort of response during this time and Viv also responded to this situation,

I hate that Erica had to come out of her period of grief to give any answer to pestering "adult" fans because Loona was quite in certain eps, also disgusting of Viv not writing out loona in these episodes, why still show Loona in show saying nothing and doing nothing that adds value to the plot in the recent 2 episodes its just insensitive to me.

The fans will definitely try to create a parasocial relationship with the VAs like they did the pilot VAs and helluva boss VAs. Best proof happened with Stolas's VA after announcing he'd be at an expo in Vegas, so many "thirsty" bombarded his quotes with disgusting comments, most is gone now but I saw it when it happened and may of those tweets were from minors too. Thankfully Bryce just made this tweet and went silent on his socials which... yeah, they made him uncomfortable.

The hazbin/helluva boss fanbase love creating these parasocial relationships disregarding the VAs in many regards, this is their job they don't owe anything this kind of interactions or should tolerate disgusting behaviors towards them.

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #my post #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critique #asked and answered

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For the past 100 days, Israel has been waging a genocide campaign in Gaza without any sort of reprieve from western countries. Palestinians are suffering from a human-made famine, surpassing the scale and speed of any other famine enforced in the past 75 years. Healthcare professionals are being cornered into Rafah by constant airstrikes, sniper attacks and bombardments at hospitals, forced to leave patients and medical supplies behind. Unmaned quadcopters opened fire on the maternity and ICU unities of Al Aqsa Martyrs hospital and killed 8 civilians. Yesterday, the hospital ran out of fuel and the babies in incubators might die anytime soon. Only 127 aid trucks are being allowed into Gaza of the 500 allowed before the war, under "normal" blockade conditions. The distribution of food and water is made basically impossible by the destruction of communications and the looming threat of executions against people gathered to receive it. Just today snipers killed 3 people in line to receive food in Gaza City and Israel officials have the gall to say the problem is that humanitarian organizations, whose volunteers are being executed at unprecedent rates, aren't putting in enough effort. The IDF drops leaflets telling desperate refugees to flee and then station tanks on the roads or bombs the safe zones.

Ever since I read South Africa's submission to the ICJ I can't stop thinking about how they label it as the demication of Gaza and its people. On every sphere of the government, there are statements calling for the anihilation of the people of Gaza (pages 59 to 67). The Prime Minister has directly adressed the army telling them to wipe off the amalekites (page 60), and South Africa showed tiktoks of the soldiers repeating his speech word for word before committing massacres. And yet they have the gall to come to the world and say they haven't targeted hospitals, they haven't withheld aid and that the statements are "random assertions." To prove that Netanyahu isn't a blood thirsty pig, they pasted a statement he made ONE DAY before the hearing started, which is frankly ridiculous we're supposed to believe isn't a PR stunt (page 34).

No western outlet streamed the highest stake court hearing in the 21st century, but you can rest assured they streamed Israel's pathetic defense. And Canada, Germany, the UK and the US, countries which have in no way reckoned with their own genocidal pasts, have come forward in defense of Israel like they have any moral high ground to patronize the world about genocide.

Take action, for their sake. Motaz has said "Don't call yourself a free person if you can't make changes. If you can't stop a genocide that is still ongoing". We need to fight in any way we can to stop their massacre.

Keep yourself updated and share Palestinian voices. Muna El-Kurd said every tweet is like a treasure to them, because their voices are repressed on social media and even on this very app. Make it your action item to share something about the Palestinian plight everyday. Here are some resources:

Al Jazeera, Anadolu Agency, Mondoweiss

Boycott Divest Sanction Movement

Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing protests and direct action against weapons factories across the US

Mohammed El-Kurd (twitter / instagram)

Muhammad Shehada (twitter)

Motaz Azaiza (instagram) - reporting directly from Gaza.

Hind Khudary - reporting directly from Gaza. Her husband and daughter moved South to run from the tanks but she stayed behind to record the genocide. The least we can do is not let her calls fall on deaf ears.

You can participate in boycotts wherever you are in the world, through BDS guidelines. Don't be overwhelmed by gigantic boycott lists. BDS explicitly targets only a few brands which have bigger impact. Right now, they are focusing on boycotting the following:

Carrefour, HP, Puma, Sabra, Sodastream, Ahava cosmetics, McDonalds, Disney and Israeli fruits and vegetables

Push for a cultural boycott - pressure your favorite artist to speak out on Palestine and cancel any upcoming performances on occupied territory (Lorde cancelled her gig in Israel because of this. It works.)

If you can, participate in direct action or donate.

Palestine Action works to shut down Israeli weapons factories in the UK and USA, and have successfully shut down one of their firms in London.Some of the activists are going on trial and are calling for mobilizing on court.

Palestinian Youth Movement is organizing direct actions to stop the shipping of wars to Israel. Follow them.

Educate yourself. Read into Palestinian history and the occupation. You can't common sense people out of decades of propaganda. If your arguments crumble when a zionist brings up the "disengagement of Gaza", you have to learn more.

Read Decolonize Palestine. They have 15 minute reads that concisely explain the occupation (and its colonial roots) and debunk popular myths, including pinkwashing.

Read on Palestine. Here's an amazing masterpost.

Verso Book Club is giving out free books on Palestine (I personally downloaded Ten Myths about Israel by Ilan Pappe. If you still believe in the two states solution, this book by an Israeli professor debunks it).

Call your representatives. The Labour Party in the UK had an emergency meeting after several councilors threatened to resign if they didn't condemn Israeli war crimes. Calling to show your complaints works, even more if you live in a country that funds genocide.

FOR PEOPLE IN THE USA: USCPR has developed this toolkit for calls, here's a document that autosends emails to your representatives and here's a toolkit by Ceasefire in Gaza NOW!

FOR PEOPLE IN EUROPE: Here's a toolkit by Voices in Europe for Peace targeting the European Parliament and one specific for almost all countries in Europe, including Germany, Ireland, Poland, Denmark, Sweden, Netherlands, Greece, Norway, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Finland, Austria, Belgium Romania and Ukraine

FOR PEOPLE IN THE UK: Friends of Al-Aqsa UK and Palestine Solidarity UK have made toolkits for calls and emails

FOR PEOPLE IN AUSTRALIA: Here's a toolkit by Stand With Palestine

FOR PEOPLE IN CANADA: Here's a toolkit by Indepent Jewish Voices for Canada

Join a protest. Here's a constantly updating list of protests:

Global calendar

Another global calendar (go to the instragram of the organizers to confirm your protest)

USA calendar

Australia calendar

Feel free to add more.

#free palestine #save gaza #gaza under attack

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pancitmousse · 2 years

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Thoughts on XSOLEIL(y)

Individual Members:

Zaion Lanza: She has a surprisingly nice and cool voice considering the model. Very good VA. Seems to fall into the category of “shorties that can and will roast the shit out if you” which I like. I’m not sure what her genshin streams would be like considering she’s an explorer AND completionist (maybe it will be a gambling stream). Subbed.

Doppio Dropscythe: The one I was looking forward to most during pre-debut. This is probably the first time we’ve seen a RPer in NijiEn technically there was fulgur with his legatus persona but he dropped it almost immediately. His lore vid and character are very anime. Knows or is at least learning a lot of languages, which is cool and will definitely help with communicating with fans. Overall a wholesome boy that hypes you up! Not subbed due to timezones.

Meloco Kyoran: Manga style lore is cool, also it’s angsty AF. Her voice was something of a slowburn for me but it sounds very nice also yay JP accent. It’s funny as hell finally seeing an exorcist after 6 straight waves of supernatural beings and mystics. Her intro screen is cute and helped me appreciate the model more. Asia-friendly times, SUBBED.

Hex Haywire: Has the angstiest lore out of this gen. I swear, blue boys ALWAYS have the angstiest lores. Apparently, the deep voice is real; I was gullible and fell for his pre-debut trolling. Seemed like a sweet and chill guy; ik everyone is thirsty for him and his voice and i can’t blame them but tbh i just wanna protect him. That said, I’m very worried for him bc the Vtuber fanbase is absolute trash and he legitimately doesn’t seem to be doing well in the mental health department. Not subbed due to timezones.

Kotoka Torahime: Her lore vid was simple, but effective the lore gears in my brain are spinning. Introverted gamer girl with weird food takes. Design is cool but unfortunately I’m not really that interested in her based on debut. Not sure if I should sub, her schedule seems to be all over the place when it comes to timezones.

Ver Vermillion: I wasn’t that interested in him during predebut but so far he’s actually very interesting! After hearing his voice and seeing how he acts I can finally understand why everyone on twt was thirsting for him (even if I don’t do so personally). I don’t really have any experience with Korean stuff so can’t comment on his lore but his voice sounds very soothing and fits his model. Might put on his radio show in the BG every week. Might sub despite the timezone differences.

As a Whole:

I felt very hyped for this wave. The tweets were funny and interesting (shoutout to Doppio and Zaion), the debut song is a banger (and yes I am very biased towards the songs of the “dark” waves), and the concept for this wave is probably the coolest IMO. The hype was definitely deserved, as I ended up liking most of them; I’m sure I will end up liking Kotoka too eventually. I hope they are as close as they seemed to be during the debut program. The lores are becoming progressively angstier with each wave and while I appreciate the production values I’m not sure how to feel about it, especially since there weren’t really any “breathers” this time around. After the NA-fest that was iLun@ I appreciate being able to catch some of their streams live. Overall, this wave had a great start and I’m confident things will only become better in the future.

#nijisanji #nijisanji en #xsoleil #zaion lanza #doppio dropscythe #meloco kyoran #hex haywire #kotoka torahime #ver vermillion #miki rambles

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theeleventhhour · 9 months

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✨ It’s Balcony Day! ✨

I’ve only sent this to blogs that post catb stuff most regularly as don’t want to annoy anyone! And ignore this if you want. Let’s fill CATB tumblr with Balcony love today!

🖤 What’s your favourite track off the album?

🖤 Most underrated song?

🖤 Was removing Tyrants from the setlist a good choice?

🖤 Would you have included ASA on the album? If so, which song would would you replace it with?

🖤 Post something from the Balcony era that you love, a photo, performance, interview or a memory etc…

Finally I show up haha, I can’t believe it’s another year of The Balcony

🖤 What's your favourite track off the album?

I had to listen the whole album and I can’t still pick one. Always on my top are Kathleen, Rango, Fallout but they keep changing

🖤 Most underrated song?

26, actually this isn’t a bad song but the thing is that the others are total bangers

🖤 Was removing Tyrants from the setlist a good choice?

No absolutely not, it was epic and it was their seal. The lyrics, the music drops, the guitars drums and bass, the energy is just simply perfect. How the song scales just to blow up you idk how to describe it

🖤 Would you have included ASA on the album? If so, which song would would you replace it with?

Maybe but I wouldn’t knew which song take out, actually I like it how it came

🖤 Post something from the Balcony era that you love, a photo, performance, interview or a memory etc...

Van being so chaotic and naive and excited on interviews, you could see his eyes shining and he was a kid with his dreams just came true. Always melts my heart seeing him talking because I’m his age by that time and is so sweet seeing him so excited talking about make the thing he loves the most for the people he love the most. Also I can’t believe how such a sweet boy could write that thirsty tweets my lord 🙈. I love the video tours also they should have keep doing them. I also love the Steve Lamacq interview and the video explaining the name of the band with the artwork of Rango. And making trend the stripped clothing, I was forgetting it

#sorry this is so shitty but my mind isn’t working rn #balcony’s day #catb #catfish and the bottlemen

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immoralimmortals · 1 month

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A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 10: Kimmy and the Kalmia Kid

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter

Summary of chapter: Lust and purity fall as drops into the same pool of Kisame's mind, and he's concerned that they blend so well instead of mixing like oil and water. A flower festival proves to be one of the most challenging missions he's taken on since becoming an Akatsuki. What does it mean to maintain a lady's honor?

Author's Note: Two songs are used here, the first one being Woah There Kimmy by Felix Hagan and the Family. Second song is Kalmia Kid by chloe moriondo. Minor content warning: this one is saucy and has vague discussions of prostitution that doesn't actually happen. But while we know that, Kisame does not.

*slaps the fanfic* This baby can fit so much self serving mental illness, autism, bisexuality, and polyamory in it.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I’m so sainted, untainted

Scrubbed up and squeaky clean

My virtue will serve you

Delight that’s so pristine

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

What has Kisame done today to deserve his eyes?

White sheets wash over their heads like seafoam of a tide. He senses her with every part of his anatomy. The woman raises her head, hair falling over her shoulders. It is immediately known that those hooded eyes desire him just as much as Kisame achingly desires her. Thirsty, soft lips part as she lifts herself up, drawing closer to the man as their bright snowy backdrop gently tents overtop her exquisite body. She’s so small compared to he as she leans above him, but the view he gets of her now fills his whole world. He is so, so hungry for her flesh, and he is ready to taste every square inch of it.

As he reaches a hand forward to guide her mouth to his, Kisame wakes up.

The sound of her sigh disappears as he gapes for air, throwing himself straight up in bed, heart racing as he grips the covers between tense fingers. Tweet, tweet, tweet. The morning birds mock him from the windowsill as Kisame begins to recover from his beautiful, terrible dream. Each hurried breath leads to one just a bit slower until the very last one comes as a groan behind a worried frown. The air is cold upon as his bare back now that he’s sitting up, and a hand holds his forehead in grief. He waits a moment. The blood in him needs to calm down before he moves from the mattress and begins the day, lest he spend more of it feeling like a lowlife.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That’s what I tell myself

Well you’ve torn those lies apart

Just touch my wrist and for that instant

I’m yours with all my heart

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His tormentors, dreadful and cute feathered things, seem to follow him from the outside trees down the staircase, into the hallway, and down past the kitchen. He pauses as he’s about to walk by the entryway of the room, his hair nearly touching the ceiling as he looks over his shoulder and towards the vase. The little blue daisies he bought have disappeared, not a day after they started to show decay. It’s a mildly disconcerting turn of events, though as far as bad things go this is probably in the bottom two or three of things that actually matter right now, which is not a hard award to achieve when bloodshed is the name of your game. Still...if the lady is so picky about her flowers, it wouldn’t hurt to replace them for her. A conversation begins under his breath as he walks over the floor he’s repaired, picking up the empty vase in his hands.

Ah...to get more would mean to go back to the florist that missed her. Maybe it’s time he considered keeping a promise. But is it a good idea to go so soon? Perhaps wait until his lusty heart clears up and he can behave like a human being in front of—

“Good morning!”

—Her.

The straps of her dress fall more loosely than he noticed before, as she surprises him from behind. Eyes trail down from the shoulders he’s massaged down the cleavage that teases ever so slightly in her neckline, down to the curves at her waist where the fabric hugs so lovingly—

“Mm?”

Goddammit.

Fish eyes return to her own, which are to his gratitude unwitting. To her, Kisame seems simply as if he is just waking up. “Sorry if I kept you up too late.” An apology, already, though from the warmth in her smile it is merely a formality. The birds continue to balk loudly behind the man’s ears, as if he’s not overwhelmed enough. Just shake your head enough, Kisame, and maybe it’ll knock the thoughts out.

“I’ve stayed up later,” he shrugs. Bashfully, the princess raises her shoulders, too, tilting her head.

“Not me, not really. I’m more of a morning person. It was nice, though!” A pause. He’s a bit...quieter than she expected. “...Did you have a nice time?”

Kisame remembers, of course, as two of the most gorgeous people in not one but two universes graced him with their presence until midnight, leaving him with longing and regret that he was so much of a bastard in a past life to curse this one with a shark’s mug and a penchant for unforgivable violence.

“It was alright.” He corrects, though, as the woman raises her shoulder higher just so her head can dip lower in disapproval. “I’m not used to that kind of thing, that’s all.”

What, having friends? She’s so fucking glad that this was NOT one of her slips of the tongue and stays in a shameful little corner in her head where such malice fucking belongs.

“Well...I appreciate it, then.” The traveler nods to finish the conversation, about to make her leave—

“Hold on,” a groggy voice stops her in her place. “What do you think about going to the village today?” As the woman mumbles in questioning interest, he elaborates. “I didn’t know you’d been there before. Turns out, someone misses you.”

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Woah

Step back and slap myself sane

Now lust erupts to leave shame

Bad little man, catch him and make him say:

Woah there, Kimmy

I’m not that kind of boy

I’m not some womanizing, self-defiling

Slave to my own joy

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A lot of someones missed her, actually. The star of the show walks out of the shop first, a twig of forget-me-nots behind her ear and straw-colored sunhat cooling her face with its shadow.

“Wow. I didn’t realize she liked me that much.”

Kisame did, a man having become a walking bouquet of flowers of every shape and size that are together so large you can’t even see the bottom half of his face.

“You don’t say?”

She hums in the negative, though her tone is pleased. “We just talked in the morning, when I used to come down for lunch.”

“Lunch?”

A hum in the positive. “Kakuzu used to give me an allowance. I’d come over every day for it, and the entrance closest on the path here is always right by the flower shop.”

“...I see.” He had wondered why she was trying to lead the way for such a long walk it was to the town. It’s one she knows well. Another thought scratches his brain, though:

“Did you really just say Kakuzu gave you an allowance?”

“Oh, yeah. Just enough for lunch at the market.”

Well, that is a thing that Kisame never expected to hear in his lifetime or, frankly, any other in any timeline or in any dimension. He huffs a chuckle to mask confusion with amusement, tilting his head past an iris to see where he’s being led by the girl now. Someone too busy to stay gives her an excited wave as they wander by, one she returns as if she recognizes them.

“...Rather interesting he’d give up his own change. Must have put quite an impression upon him, to get a single coin from that miser.”

“Oh! It was technically mine. He said it came from my tips.”

What. What?

“Tips?”

“From the work he got for me.”

...

What???

The ghost of the still very alive florist looms over his shoulder, repeating something he had forgotten until now:

She was with others like you. She visited our village alone in the day, and they brought her back by night.

“Kisame?”

All of a sudden, he sees how everyone acknowledges her, if they so choose. He sees them with eyes half closed, lips parting, moving towards the oblivious siren. But the knight’s ward is not oblivious to him, to how he stops in place. She steps forward to stand right in front of him and look up, hoping he recognize her and say what’s wrong. Kisame feels as if the crowd of people is inching closer and closer to circle her like prey.

“AH! Kisame-!”

A coral-toned azalea ends up underneath someone’s shoe as a sacrifice, as Kisame frees one arm to quickly shuffle his princess away from immodesty. Turns out when a fish blushes, their cheeks turn purple. Oh, dammit…

The air is much cooler in the shade of the thin alleyway, the smell of trash an absolutely delightful addition to the aroma of flowers. His head is held again, dipping with the weight of a very likely reality that he was foolish enough to bring her back to. She repeats his name again, more commandingly as she begs to be recognized, but the shark can’t speak until he knows what to say.

“Kisame...?” He’s scaring her, now. The woman approaches from behind, gripping both hands on one arm and tilting forward as much as she can so as to put herself in front of his sight. He can’t bring himself to match her gaze.

“...I’m sorry.”

“...Huh?”

But he can’t give further answer at the drop of a hat. Whatever it is, it’s deeply affecting him, as he frowns so hard that lips lining sharp teeth begin to twitch. The woman knows, though, what it is like to be so overwhelmed you cannot talk, so she merely, gradually, moves herself in front of him again so that she is right there whenever he is ready.

Being able to look down the top of her dress is not helping. He’s no better than the rest of them. Kakuzu, though...he’ll pay for this. He really made a girl as sweet as her the village prostitute. Shame chokes his neck.

“I shouldn’t have brought you.”

“...What are you talking about?”

“To see them again. I’m—...certain you’re uncomfortable. I’m certain your...occupation...was not one where you want to return.”

She furrows her brow. “What? Well...just because I met most of them in a different place at night doesn’t mean they can’t talk to me when I’m not at work.” She talks as if she could just...waltz back into the job any second she wanted to. Fish eyes cast her under a new light that makes his heart ache and race:

Did she enjoy it?

Kisame makes himself look squarely at her boots instead of any part of her body, innocent or otherwise. Sex work is work, of course, and fine when done safely and without duress, but...she didn’t strike him as the type. Does that childish veneer really carry such sultry expertise underneath? On her side of the back alley, the performer is only about halfway to deciphering what this is about, but lacking a full answer doesn’t keep her from acting upon her instinct to comfort the man.

His stare jumps up as she takes both of his hands, and before they can wander, they pin to the flower in her hair. It stands for true love.

"I’m okay,” she assures, and she means it. “I liked my job. Everyone treated me nicely and if they didn’t, Hidan helped me out.” Kisame tries to imagine the silver-haired demon as chivalrous for the first time they’ve started wearing the same clouds. It is very, very difficult. “Kakuzu arranged everything so while I just...did my thing, we got paid and everyone went home.” For some reason, she knows, it’s important to her guardian that everything was safe. Were Hidan and Kakuzu really that mean to other people…? Grumpy, yeah— also yeah okay they were killers or whatever— but they didn’t start any fights! Yet! “I was safe. I was never scared.”

"...You weren't forced into it, were you?"

It is not a good thing that she shrugs as an initial response. He nearly has a heart attack and half a mind to shave the zombies shred by shred to see if they'd still technically alive.

"He kinda pushed me to try it...but it worked out. I enjoyed myself." An index finger and a middle finger on either hand cross, framing a nearly silly smirk. "Promise!"

Beside himself, Kisame memorizes the shape of tiny blue petals around yellow dots until he can see them with his eyes closed. She was safe...she was happy. Why does it bother him so much, then? She is not his; the carnal desire for that to be true does not substitute an actual contract of fidelity to the man. So Kisame does the right thing and lets the woman choose her life for herself.

“If you say so.”

Her smile widens and she closes her eyes up at him. The skin so soft against his, even if its just their hands, make his purple tint deeper and his own grin feel like an undercover sin.

“I’d like to go back outside now.” And he nods. And then, something horrible happens, as they reenter daylight: a familiar face from the flower shop is running down the street to catch up with them.

“Takara-chan!!!” she nearly runs the other woman over, throwing her arms around the performer to catch herself before holding her by the shoulders, stepping back. Was she one of them who hired her? She's so attached to the songbird... “I thought I’d lost you! I forgot to say—!”

“Mm? Say what?”

The florist is beaming. “The hydrangea festival is this evening!!!” Why does Kisame’s stomach sink as her heart flutters to the sky?

“A festival?” She gets an eager nod in turn but no explanation. “I’ve never been to one just for flowers before.”

“You HAVE to come! Please? Please, please!” Beseeching, the villager looks up to Kisame. He notes the trust in her eyes, now that he’s brought back the woman safe and sound as she had asked. “It’ll be in the town courtyard. I made all of the arrangements! Please take Miss Takara-chan, I know she’d love it!”

And though Kisame knows it is the princess’s decision to make, the two women still look to him for approval. He is, after all, her chaperone; her bouncer; her Akatsuki.

He isn’t sure he likes the feeling of replacing the feet that were in Hidan and Kakuzu’s shoes.

The man exhales, much less amused than he’d normally be. “...Fine.”

This is already the longest day of his life. Might as well make it longer.

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Woah there, Kimmy

But I’m programmed to destroy

And make mistakes, so hit the brakes

And find another to enjoy

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Honestly, it’s a real damn shame that he didn’t tell Itachi there’d be dango and make him come along.

But the woman’s modesty— whatever that means to her— necessitates his protection, and it is her decision to tell the Uchiha about her line of work when she so chooses. However, she seems rather...open about it, and he notes others are pretty open to her, in turn.

“Hello!”

“Takara-chan!”

“Where have you been?”

“I missed you!”

For a performer, all the attention is making her blush.

“Wow...I...wow,” she murmurs to Kisame the moment there’s a clearing in the crowd, some space to be somewhat private. “I had no idea they liked me so much…” It surprises him, too. Perhaps it’s a different attitude this village has, to see her for her heart of gold before anything else. He still hasn’t looked her in the eye yet, today, and the way she refuses to let go of his hand— lest they lose each other in a place neither had explored all that much— is not helping the stress on his mind.

Having no answer from him in the seconds after her confession, the star turns her head side to side, taking in everything. “Wow…” she repeats, under her breath in awe. Speckles and bundles of blue, purple, pink, and white adorn the buildings at the town center like an art piece, cut and in pots and rooted in ground alike.

“Isn’t it wonderful?!”

The florist gleefully makes herself known once again, latching both of her arms around her friend’s in excitement. “It’s my first year doing it! I mean, I did it before, but that was before my dad passed away— Anyhow! It’s good, right?”

As if she has any expertise in floral arrangement, the gardener’s favorite rose nods in assurance. “I think it’s wonderful,” she confirms, choosing the same word the other lady did on purpose. The florist squeaks with glee.

“Oh, Takara-chan…—!” Abruptly, the kimono-clad woman lets go of the princess and stands straight up, attention locked across the paved circle at a man who looks especially curiously at one of the bushes. “Hold on—” A few hurried steps forward and she begins to rethink this command, ponytail whipping as she turns her head backwards at the two strangers. “I have to stay and host everything. You just go and have fun, okay?!”

And she’s off to the races, already educating the other villager’s ear off by the time Takara turns to her guardian with a bright smile. Kisame isn’t as sure as she is that they can do as told.

Gentle fingers guide his, happy to blindly lead and wander the sectioned off streets and shops now dedicated to natural beauty and perfume. It’s familiar, of course, the way people eyeball the giant blue man, but somehow it is much more uncomfortable now that he has a dainty, feminine comparison by his side. Does he look like a lost puppy or a vicious dragon in the minds of these strangers?

But he must remain, not only for the mission but as an unspoken duty to the lovely girl that feeds hungry eyes.

It’s fascinating, he ends up wondering at the back of her head, how someone that he thought he had clocked so well— she did melt so quickly that night in the cave, of course— could have so many unguessable multitudes. It reminds him of when he first met Itachi, a handsome man he greeted with hostility but eventually made more than peace with. It’s the lonely life of a ninja, yes, but they’ve at least been lonely together. Kisame knows his soft, matte gray eyes and the ravenous nature of his sweet tooth, and Itachi knows each flaw and strength of his partner like the back of his hand. The shark sighs. Beauty to him is merely something destined to be put on the shelf of his mind, isn’t it? To be admired and protected but never touched.

But the difference between Itachi and Takara is that Takara will touch you.

“Kisame…” His palm feels hers tighten, and he snaps himself awake to see a finger of hers point. “What’s that?” Bittersweet, his toothy grin widens. Ah, the irony.

“Ahhh…” he takes in the sight as they approach, tri-colored balls of mochiko delicately slid onto wooden skewers by a street vendor. “That’s dango.” He drinks in the sound of her hum, curious and unknowing of even the most common treat. “Don’t tell Itachi-san that I told you, but it’s his favorite.” He reaches into an inner pocket of his cloak. “We’ll grab some to go.”

A minute later, a stick is in her hand, and he examines her as she examines the candy, its weight and balance and its dusted, muted color against the blue sky.

Really? Someone like her...?

Kisame threatens his own brain to shut the hell up. It doesn’t matter. She’s still the same person. It’s none of his business. No matter how sweet her lips look, rounded and plump as she brings the candy nearer...no matter how cute and pink her tongue looks, peeking in between her teeth. Her innocence is a fact assured as the treat is, eventually, lowered. She re-wraps the dango and hands it back to him for safety alongside the spare.

“I’ll wait until we can share it together. I figure he’d like that.”

…

Kisame exhales, one side of his mouth wearily upturned.

“So he would.”

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Well I’ve got these demons

They’re screaming for something good to eat

Trussed up and dreaming of their freedom

Their chains are getting weak

But I’ve seen darkness

In my heart, miss

And it scares the shit out of me

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The terrible, beautiful nightmare come to life finally winds down, it seems for the poor, hotblooded man. Some sort of song is hummed sweet as nectar inside his friend's mouth, legs that are bare up to the knees kicking at her seat. Twilight has fallen, the sun down but the sky not yet dark. Finally, a long day can be put to rest. Kisame rolls his weary shoulders, one arm behind her on the bench while his chin looks to clouds the same color as the festival’s flowers.

“We best be getting home now, or else the whole trip is going to be done in the black of night.” The woman interrupts her murmurs to reply.

“Mm…” This tone is a sad one, and while tempted to argue that she’s gone back in the dead of night all the time, it isn’t her call. Kisame sighs.

“We can always come back.” He damn hopes they won’t, but that isn’t his call. Takara sighs.

“Yeah, okay…” The melancholy is as thick as can be for reasons he can’t assertain why. One by one, the street lamps are lit by a candle bearer, and the woman watches them until her eyes trail down to the one place down this road where the building’s entry shines in the coming midnight.

“...One last thing?” With his grunt of permission, the performer explains. “I wanna visit the bar before we go.”

The bar.

Kisame can feel his heartbeat in the sides of his neck going up to his ears and aching his head. Presumably, if he remembers correctly, this is where she used to go, escorted and guarded by the zombies. Presumably, if he infers correctly, where she preformed her work. She’s allowed to go back. Of course she is!

And putting himself aside, she deserves to not go alone. He accepts solemnly, with a dip of his head, and her eyes are as bright as the stars. The woman guides him by the hand the long walk down. He counts the lamps until the awning of the only business awake this hour is at their feet.

One.

Two.

Three.

She senses how tense he is. “I think you’d like them,” she tries to soften, and a lost breath in his throat somehow loses even more air.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Is he afraid? Why is he afraid? Is he unhappy? Why is he unhappy?

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

“...You don’t have to go in with me if you don’t want to.”

Ten.

Kisame drinks in the sight of her, his sinful gaze better hidden as it grows dimmer outside. Lantern-light slicks her locks and caresses the shape of her face. A couple of blue petals have fallen over the course of her day, off and away into the cracks on the road or blown onto rooftops. He can’t help himself. He pushes the stem of flowers back in place.

Briefly, he asks himself: if so many hands can touch her, why not his? But he’s not that kind of man. He wants to be wanted. It doesn't feel fair otherwise.

“Takara!”

The two dreamers under the stars turn around as a new addition opens the curtain, arms spread open. She recognizes him immediately.

“Sir!” though she’s ashamed she never learned his name, the middle aged man makes her beam. Kisame finds his mustache too bristly and eyebrows too thick; you can’t get a good read on a face you can hardly see. The barkeep’s star, though, reads the wiggles of fuzzy brown caterpillars with ease.

“Where have you been, my girl!” A clap on her back is met with wary eyes, one which the man seems to meet with a raise of his chin. “Ahh, a new entourage. I’m glad you took her back. Place hasn’t been the same without our little lady.” The hand slides down, holding her around the hip. Kisame wonders if his stare alone could set it on fire.

“Wait, really?” The older man meets her surprise with an exhale.

“My little wallflower doesn’t know how to give herself credit! I still get asked: ‘Taiga, when is your girl going to come back!’ I swear, my profits on drink since have sunk 15% if I did the math right.”

A flush tinges her face, and wide eyes end up locked on their shoes. “Wow…” So maybe it wasn’t just Kakuzu that kept her employed. Huh. ...Huh.

“Now, I don’t mean to take up your precious time. Is this business or pleasure? Guess for you, it’s the same thing!” Oh, Kisame does not like how he laughs at his own jokes, but she doesn’t seem to mind, and for her sake he can keep his pointed mouth shut.

“Just wanted to say goodbye before I left.” The old man coos:

“Ooh, well, goodbye to you, lass. But consider this: you only just arrived! You don’t want to come in? Maybe perform one last time?”

“Welllll…”

Kisame scrutinizes every inch of his ward for some sort of signal she needs help. But, eventually, the woman just just shrugs her shoulders.

“I suppose one more night wouldn’t hurt.” She looks up at the knight. Oh no. “Is that okay?”

He nods. He cannot do anything but nod. The old man leads the way, disappearing into the debauchery and expecting her to follow. Does the star expect the same of Kisame? She certainly offers it with that long gaze she gives. Before him again, as earlier when he held the flowers, an innocent folds her hands behind her back and stares up in wait. Kisame is so, very, still.

…

His frown twitches.

…

The corners barely stretch up.

“I’ll wait out here.” No, he cannot bear it. He will be here, waiting without judgment, but he cannot witness what she does. It's as if he doesn't have the right. The man isn’t sure what to make of the exhale she gives, what she must expect of him— hope from him. What a strange thing, he ponders, as the woman slips by and he turns his back to the curtain. He tries to ignore the cheers that emerge, hardly muted by the barrier, tries not to imagine the groping and dirty words she will accept. But then...things are hush. Far too hush.

And then he knows he’s become the fool.

If I found someone to stick like glue to

That...is singing. She is singing.

I'd probably peer out from the leaves

Hide a couple of roses up my sleeve

The performer sounds more lovely than any dove as she continues the tradition Kisame has already known her so eager to do.

Of course she is singing.

And I always find myself stuck

In this love goo

Feelings are hard to ignore

Especially when you don't know what they're for

Don't know just what makes flowers bloom

But I hope that they'll enjoy a tune

Oh, goddammit, you asshole...

The swordsman breaks his chaste vow and peers inside, shocked at what the truth is despite how it was the likely outcome all along. She’s in the corner of this little watering hole, a borrowed guitar on her lap that she strums like she’s never been away from it. So many eyes on her but she only has her own on strings and fingertips, hair falling off her shoulder as she tilts her head in dreamy melody. Kisame sees her lips part and sigh, revealing secrets of tiny things that find contentment in their simplicity.

So if the only love I'll feel is for bumblebees

That's fine with me

And if I'll only ever dance with pine trees

That's fine with me

The siren lures Kisame in, despite his previous misgivings, despite his obvious, painful misunderstandings. The giant ignores the stares on him as he drifts closer and closer in the tide of the goddess, and though she is not here for sex as he mistook, she is still the most enrapturing woman to have ever walked into his life. Her eyes crack open, the moment they notice him clear as she jumps up in her seat with excitement first and then simply, purely joy. She smiles. She smiles for him. A whole audience in the room and he could swear it's like he’s the only one that matters.

He’s the only one shy eyes will make contact with.

That's fine with me

He kneels right in front of her, as any obedient knight should. Although new and novel at first, the other stares begin to fade, and as she did before, the performer blends into their background. Her doubts hide in the lyrics and sift away, lost forever behind the noise of conversation and clacking drinks.

It's lonely in the coral reef I float in

I wish I could swim out of the sea

But sharks are circling and nothing's easy

I-I still don't really know

Which way I'm going

But I guess the water's warm enough to bear

And I never have to wash or dry my hair

He is so, so desperate to drink the sight of her in, both culpable and so relieved. It didn’t matter, no, but shame on him for assuming something so drastic just because of the sin on his mind.

I miss watching the flowers bloom

But at least I can keep writing tunes

The applause is a gentle patter as the song ends and she excuses herself for the night. The woman stands up, and much to his surprise, asks for his hand among many for his help down and out. The hesitation Kisame keeps doesn’t last, but the guilt for being so presumptuous does.

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So I’ll cement my defenses

And get up off my knees

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The night is no longer young by the time the escort is complete, the welcome mat that is this clearing in front of her home finally beneath their feet. The crickets chirp and the owl calls. All the sounds of nature, and still the breath from her lips is the only thing he can hear.

“Kisame?” It isn’t a question, not really. She just wants his focus and permission to speak. She gets it. She gets all of it from him. “I...wanted to thank you. For everything today. I know it wasn’t your favorite.”

Don’t apologize, she reminds herself, he doesn’t like it when you apologize.

“I...hope you enjoyed yourself,” the performer rephrases, taking the sunhat off her head to hold it to her chest. His answer is immediate, of course, certainly he did—

But as he speaks it, he stops. He’s surprised to find it true. He did enjoy himself, somewhere underneath being a prudish worrywart fussing too much about what a lady does or does not engage with...even if only for the way she looked at him at the end of the night.

It’s so saccharine that he can’t take it anymore.

“Takara…” Kisame begins, tugging at his collar and looking towards the ground in shame. “I apologize.” It almost makes her mad, how he’s begged her to stop saying that and yet he—

No, it feels important the way he’s saying that. She closes her mouth and listens.

“I’ve been an idiot.” And he’s continuing to be! He doesn’t NEED to tell her this! Why? Why!!! Why does it matter that he’s honest? It’s because he needs a world of truth. He can’t go on another way. Honesty is something he and her have in common, spilling into their lives in different ways.

“I’ve thought...I’ve had...no reason to. I want you to now this. It isn’t your own doing. But with the breadcrumbs I’ve gotten today about working at night, and getting tips, I had...forgotten myself.”

Please don’t make him say it.

…

She is going to make him say it.

“I believed you to be a...lady of the night.” The term murmured under is breath for the minute chance the woman mishears him for something better. And perhaps she does! Because the first reaction he gets isn’t sobbing or yelling or a slap to the face. It isn’t even remotely upset. At most, at worst, is a tiny tinge of annoyance.

“Oh, well. I’m not.” And then her own guilt comes in. “I...didn’t do anything that made you uncomfortable, did I?” Kisame sputters.

“No, no! I simply— I just—” He looks her over, starting at her shoes, working up her waist and landing on stern eyes. They don’t hate him. Why don’t they hate him?! “I...I expected you to be uncomfortable with me. Assuming such a thing about you.”

...Oh. Something clicks in place for her. This is explaining a lot, about how quiet he’s been, how introverted.

“No…! Kisame…” Two brows tense in concern, a small pout in her lips as she tries to repackage the situation into something less raw and tender. “There’s...no such thing as thought crime. You know that, right?”

“...Thought crime?”

“Yeah. It’s a term used where I’m from.” She tilts forward at his side so he sees more of her, of how unintimidated she is no matter how brutish or mean or dirty he believes himself to be. “Just because you think something...doesn’t mean you’re bad.”

“Eh?” That certainly isn’t the response he expected. “That’s nonsense—”

“It’s really not! It’s what you do that matters.” Unable to stand tall enough to touch his forehead, she touches her own square in the middle, serious as can be. “Whatever is in here...it stays in there. It only matters—” The hand is moved back so both of hers are raised to the shoulders, flexing fingers demonstratively. “—What these do.” She’s pleading with him, and it hits him in one more sentence how emotionally immature he’s been:

“And nothing you’ve done today in misunderstanding my job has actually hurt me!”

The bugs and the birds and the lowlifes of the dirt play their tunes in the stead of his silence. She just sang a song about how she adores them. Is now really the time to dismiss her? ...He concedes:

“...Sorry, princess,” he sighs. She’s much too kind for him, unable to even return the scolding the woman has received before from him. She just smiles. The star twinkles and shines and smiles, and he melts. All of a sudden, he understands astrology, the people who throw their fate to bright and distant things.

“It’s okay.”

But as soon as they walk across the way, over the grass, onto the porch, and turn different ways down the old hall, not even her wave goodbye can cleanse him. The goodness in her heart and the snow-white purity of her soul are too naive to see past what they want to see, and another truth seeps into him as his bedroom door clicks behind his back.

Samehada looms inches away from his shoulder, disappointed at being left behind, at having no feast in the days he’s held back from war. A blue palm presses onto the bandages and lets it drink, staves it off lest he gets a good enough reason to take it out for a run. Normally, he’d be eager for it, but it’s too risky to do it here, anywhere within sight of a pale dress that’d be ruined by getting blood on it. It needs to wait. The beast in him needs to wait. Itachi knows him, knows that the Akatsuki are destined to die by their own treachery. There is no gentle way to make Takara learn...so perhaps he will just avoid tainting her mind in the first place.

At least, as long as he can.

And so he slips into bed and imagines his exoneration for besmirching the princess’s faith in humanity. It hasn’t happened yet.

But it will.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bad little man, catch him and make him say:

Woah there, Kimmy

I’m not that kind of boy

Get out of my mind and forget me forever

Woah there, Kimmy

I’m programmed to destroy

My body of mine

But that’s fine

So take your black heart and go

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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The lovebirds sing outside the kitchen window as Kisame is left dumbstruck, observing where the empty vase was. Not only is it now full to the brim, hydrangeas of the village cascading the edges and glowing in the sunshine, but what resided in it before has returned. Delicately taped to an old scrap of paper, the knight picks the blue daisies up. They have been lovingly pressed and dried over the past two days, surely by two equally lovely hands. He squints at the horizontal writing in symbols he can’t understand, leaving the imagination to fill the gaps. Just like a horror story, a romance is better written if one is allowed some mystery, room to see what the enigma of the brain want to see. This is regardless of if it alarms the mind's owner, makes them wonder what lurks in their heart to make them think such a thing Kisame so desperately wants the easy answer of being a monster. A rejection. A tailless beast.

But he also wants to be loved.

It is not so easy that the last word in the conversation of flowers is that he is still oh so very human, especially as a bittersweet parable still rings in his ear:

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

So if the only love I'll feel is for bumblebees

That's fine with me

And if I'll only ever dance with pine trees

That's fine with me

That's fine with me-e-e-e-e-e

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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