#to be honest I was never a fan of vanity

[dizscreams]

Show Off — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jack showing off ur matching necklaces during an instagram live

A/N: “honestly i know u had a thought abt the instagram live one and i feel like with him you could do a lot with answering questions and then him going over to readers dresser and showing the necklace and maybe some fluff when reader comes back?” A LITTLE COLLAB FROM ME AND @ang3lik <33 I KNOW I HAD SAID INTERVIEW WHEN I CAME UP WITH THE IDEA so I hope you guys don’t mind that I switched it to a instagram live! I just couldn’t think of a way to start the interview idea I’m sorry :(

He toyed with the initial of your first name on the gold chain he wore around his neck while thinking of what to do. You weren’t at home with him, you were at work which he was very bummed out about. Luckily being in your room comforted him as he waited for you to arrive home.

He wasn’t snooping around or anything he just missed you and your bed was comfortable. Plus the room smelt like you and he liked admiring all the posters and decorations you had in your room.

He looked at the clock, it hadn’t changed from when he looked at it just 30 seconds ago. He groaned and kept scrolling through Instagram pretty bored out of his mind and not really paying attention to his feed. After thinking of what he could do he decided it might be a fun idea to go live. Why not? He’d never done one of his own before, well he’s never done one now that he’s gained popularity.

He made sure he looked presentable and looked at the ‘Go Live’ button. He wasn’t sure what he’d do, probably just talk to fans and hope it wasn’t boring. He had a feeling they’d eat it up though. Lately, it seemed he could breathe and everyone would go wild. It amused him to be completely honest.

He propped up his phone and sat against the headboard of your bed and pressed ‘Go Live’.

Once it started he awkwardly played with his hands waiting for people to join. It didn’t take long, in about 2-3 minutes there was already a bunch of people flooding the chat with ‘hi’s’ and ‘love you’s’ and a bunch of questions. They weren’t anything specific just about him and his job, he was grateful they weren’t too invasive.

user97027: hii jack! are you working on any new films right now??

He saw the comment as it quickly flashed by, “Yeah I am actually, I’ve been working on Freaky Tales and Everything’s Going to Be Great. So yeah, I’m excited for you guys to see those,” he said with a soft smile across his face.

user88992: did you always want to be an actor?

“Uh, it wasn’t really planned,” he chuckled, “just the day I found out you could get paid for acting and it was a legitimate job I was immediately on board,” he talked with his hands as he answered the question. He leaned forward with his eyes squinted a bit, trying to find another question.

user561183: Jack!! Who would you say inspires you the most?

“Oh man that’s a good question, who inspires me the most,” he repeated the question as he put his chin in his palm and lightly tapped his fingers across his cheek as he thought of a good answer. “I’d have to say my castmastes and my family definitely. Oh! And my girlfriend, of course. They’re all very supportive of me.”

He slightly laughed as a bunch of “awe’s” ran through the chat. He scanned through the chat, almost getting a little bored cause of how awkward he felt. It wasn’t uncomfortable for him he just wasn’t used to this but he liked talking with his followers nonetheless. As he was about to come up with an excuse to log off he saw a question that made his eyes light up.

user336473: what’s the initial on your necklace stand for?

He wasted no time in answering, “The initial on my necklace is my girlfriend’s! She actually has a matching one but it has my initial instead. I could probably show you guys, one second. She didn’t take it to work today” He explained as he got up, taking his phone with him, and excitedly waddled over to your vanity. Jack propped his phone on a little stand up mirror you had and gently took the piece of jewelry and held it up. “Isn’t it cute? I got these for us on our 6 month anniversary,” he told his viewers as he proudly smiled.

A knock on your door made him quip his head towards the entrance of your room, “Jack, you in there?” He looked at his camera whisper shouting a little “She’s backk! Hold on,” he then looked back at the door, “Come in!” he yelled.

Once he saw your figure opening the door a lovey smile adorned his face. He was head over heels for you and made no effort to hide it. “Oh hey babe, I was just showing them our matching necklaces.”

“Them?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm, I’m on instagram live,” he softly grabbed your hand giving it a chaste kiss before bringing you in front of the camera. “Guys this is y/n my girlfriend, y/n these are my instagram followers,” he introduced with a goofy smile as he wrapped his hands around your waist and gave the back of your head a kiss.

You looked at the chat, which was gushing with comments about how cute you two were. It made you smile as you remember what he told you when you came in, “Wait, you were showing them our necklaces?”

“Yeah! Someone asked about it and I think I started rambling,” Jack explained as he toyed with the chain that was still in his hands suddenly getting an idea, “Can I put it on you?” He whispered into your hair so only you could hear. You nodded at his question not being able to contain the shy smile on your face as he let go of your waist and put your hair to rest on your left shoulder, giving you goosebumps. Once he made sure none of your hair would be in the way he undid the necklace and slowly put it around your neck. He made sure it was centered properly and closed the clasp, “Perfect,” he said as he gave a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“You’re such a show off, Jack,” you laughed at his shocked expression as he put a hand on his heart with a small scoff, “What?! Can you blame me for wanting to show you off? Look at you!” He told you as his signature goofy smile reappeared on his face causing you to laugh more. “No I guess not,” you smirked as you gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, causing him to get a little flustered. To be honest you both kinda forgot you were live, you were too busy wrapped up in each other, until Butters entered the room meowing so loud you and Jack snapped out of your love sick gazes and turned to him.

“Aw, what is it, Butters?” Jack asked as he went over and picked the cat up and cradled him like he was his baby, technically he was. Butters only answered with another meow causing you to pet him on the head, “I think he’s hungry,” you looked up at Jack. Another meow followed.

“Alright, I hear you Butters,” he turned back to the camera where he saw the chat freaking out about the adorable moment you two just shared, “We have to go but thank you all for joining. Byeee!” He disconnected the live and quickly put Butters down.

You looked up at him confused but didn’t get to say a word before Jack was kissing your lips. You kissed back and pulled away after a few moments. “What was that for?”

He shrugged, “I dunno, I’ve just been wanting to do it all day,” he said as he smirked. As he was leaning in for another, his movements got cut off by another loud meow from Butters. Jack groaned as he put his head on your shoulder and you laughed as you lifted his head up and slightly pushed Jack’s curls from out of his eyes before you kissed his forehead, “C’mon lets go,” You grabbed his hand and you followed Butters into the kitchen.

He had a lazy smile on his face with hearts in his eyes. This man was so whipped for you.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I love this sm <33

tags: @ashlesys-blog @wekiamo @dizzyscreams

#not proofread #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫 #angel!! :) #jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #avatar the way of water #spider socorro

[embrosegraves]

𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕘

(request) Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader "Are you decent?" "Probably not morally, but I've got clothes on, if that's what you're asking"

Dating a Formula One driver meant that life would never be smooth sailing. For a lot of people, this was terrifying and if you were honest with yourself, it did scare you a bit at first. However now that you were a few years into it, it wasn’t as bad as you once thought. Sure there were moments that you wished you could live even a tiny bit more privately, but such is life unfortunately. One thing you were grateful for about this chaotic spin on life (besides your boyfriend of course), was that your career was thriving. There was no way your career wouldn’t thrive. You were a lifestyle vlogger with access to the unadvertised side of a world famous athlete. 

You had been filming snippets of your life long before you had crossed paths with Carlos. Having been in the vlogging business for 8 years now, you had been dating Carlos for 3. Carlos was well aware of your career choice and while it had taken him a while to get used to you filming every other week, he eventually came to terms with it. He even managed to start having a bit of fun with it. Your fans always loved when Carlos made a cameo in your videos.

Currently, Carlos was getting dressed in your shared ensuite, having just finished showering after his training session, while you were filming in the kitchen. Today had been a filming day for you. You had taken the camera with you as you went grocery shopping, explaining that you were planning a home date for Carlos and yourself. You filmed as you went shopping for a small gift to give Carlos and you filmed as you prepped the food you planned to cook with Carlos later. 

Originally, you were content with waiting for Carlos to be done before you even went near the bedroom but you had forgotten something that you had left on your vanity. Camera in hand, you thought why not record the retrieval as a sort of spy-esque montage. It would be fun for the fans and yourself, and who could say no to pretending to be a spy? Opening your bedroom door, you moved the camera in a way that made it look like you rolly-pollied your way across your room. Making sure the camera was facing you, you began to ‘sneakily’ rummage through everything on your vanity in search for the “hidden jewel that had been stolen by pirates”. However it was nowhere to be seen. 

“Alright guys, I think we’ll have to give up on being spies. I’m pretty sure I left it in the ensuite because it’s not on my vanity.” You explained to the camera. “There’s just one problem. Carlos is currently in said ensuite and I have no idea if he’s naked or not. Which isn’t normally a problem but I’m selfish so I’m gonna gatekeep that from you all.”  

You quickly made your way to the ensuite door and knocked loud enough for Carlos to hear over his music. You could hear him turn off his music. 

“Yeah?” He called from inside. 

“I’m filming.” You said. “Are you decent?” 

“I mean probably not morally, but I’ve got clothes on if that’s what you meant.” You heard him laugh to himself as you opened the door. You poked your head through first, just to be safe. Seeing that he was indeed dressed, you moved the camera to face him. 

“I’m keeping that in, I hope you know that.” 

“I would hope so, that was hilarious. The people need to know that I’m funny.” He walked up to you and gave you a kiss. “Did you need something?” 

“Mmm.” You hummed as his hands came to rest on your hips. “I honestly don’t even remember what it was.” 

Carlos chuckled before he grabbed something from the bathroom counter. He held it in front of you with a smirk on his face. 

“It wouldn’t happen to be the mini ring light that you always forget to put back on your vanity, would it?” 

Your sheepish smile told him everything he needed to know.

overall, I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. With twitter in shambles over what happened, I thought I'd post the Carlos request I had in my drafts, as a treat/distraction.

I hope you all enjoyed!

Likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula one #formula 1 #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz #cs55 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz jr fluff #carlos sainz jr imagine #carlos sainz jr fanfic

[iateyourparents]

fOoL fOr YoU | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x singer!fem!reader

summary: fate has its own ways to connect people who are destined to each other, even after breaking them apart at some point in life.

warnings: kinda short, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english is not my first language)

an: songs used here are fOoL fOr YoU by ZAYN, My stupid heart by Walk off the Earth. Album used in here - Lover by Taylor Swift.

pictures are from pinterest:)

“Come on guys, let me hear you! I know you like this one!” you said to microphone before continuing the song “Cause I’m a fool for you and the things, the things you do…”

You heard crowd clearly and loudly singing with you your debutant song and you couldn’t feel more proud.

Even though since realese of this song you made two whole albums it still was most of your fans’ favorite song, and to be honest, it was yours too.

It was song about your teenage love, how you felt about that one boy that you aren’t even in touch anymore. You wrote fOoL fOr YoU while you still were a lovesick teenager but before you were able to present it to your former muse from these times, you were broken up.

Then, years later you met that amazing man, Charles, who took you under his wings becoming your manager and helped you with realesing your debutant single - fOoL fOr YoU.

And that’s how you became pretty famous and now, here you were playing all around the world for your “we’ll never be the same again” world tour, promoting your newest album.

“Alright, that was so good! Thank you!” you took a break to take a sip of water and then you were back in front of the chanting crowd “Okay, so I wrote this one about my ex who was absolutely awful experience but also taught me a lot.”

You could hear loud screams from a crowd which already knew what song you were about to sing so you just laughed and started singing, crowd following also started shouting lyrics.

“My stupid heart don’t know, I’ve tried to let you go so many times before…”

After few more songs you bided your goodbye to the crowd promising you will be back someday and you got off the stage and met Charles on backstage.

„How was it?” you asked with smile, sipping water.

„That was great!” you could say he was proud „And you were worried you wouldn’t be able to play on arenas.”

„That’s a big step!” you defended yourself with smile „I can’t wait to take a shower, I stink.” you grimaced.

„I won’t disagree.” he laughed and hugged you „Go relax a little before we have to go to tourbus.”

„You too Charlie, I know that you are secretly almost ripping off your hair.”

Now you were supposed to head to Los Angeles where you would play two concerts and then you would have a month long break before starting last part of the tour - Europe.

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You were currently sitting at the vanity in your changing room. Your make up artist, Sarah, was doing your make up for your last performance before a break when Charles came into the room.

„Hi” he started.

„Hi Charlie, what’s up?” you could tell he had some offer for you.

„What do you say, you, me and your band go to some club after you come off the stage to celebrate successful tour?”

You looked at him in the mirror and smirked at him.

„Sounds great to me.”

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You and your crew sat in some club. You weren’t drunk but it felt good to feel more easy with alcohol in your system after stressful couple of weeks.

„My forever favorite moment is when this one fan threw his boxers on scene and they landed perfectly in front of y/n. Her face was priceless.” Mark, the drummer, laughed. You loved talking about memories from the tour but that memory actually was traumatizing since it was the first time ever when something like this happened.

„I felt attacked.” you joked and took a last sip of your sweet drink „I’ll go order next one. Somebody wants something?”

You heard chorus of no’s and assurances that they have almost full glasses so you just walked towards the counter and waited for a bartender to end taking someone else’s order.

„Your concert was awesome.” you heard next to you. When you turned to the side you saw someone you thought you would never see again in person.

Infamous ghost hunter, your ex and an old muse of yours.

Cole Brock.

Or rather, Colby.

„Thank you” you smiled „Fancy seeing you here.”

„I live in LA.” he explained „I liked this one song, what was it? Fool for you?”

You smirked and shook your head „Yeah, I like it too.”

„So, was I good muse?” he winked and you laughed. Of course he would know it was about him. You’re pretty sure that when you were together you were sometimes telling him parts of this song.

„Excellent, thank you.”

„I’m always happy to help, so if you will need some new music, here’s my number.” he handed you a piece of paper with some numbers.

„I’ll make sure to call if i’ll need anything.” you winked at him and he laughed.

„I hope so.” he looked behind his back where a blonde boy, Sam, called him „I have to go but i’ll be waiting for your call.”

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If some days later you actually called Colby, nobody have to know. And if that meeting ended with him tangled in your sheets, also nobody have to know. And if this was more than one time occurrence then also nobody have to know.

And if your next album called ’Lover’ was about him and everyone knew it was about him, then it’s okay.

And if you both tattooed ’fOoL fOr YoU’ on your hips on the day of your wedding, then it’s great even if everybody knows.

You two really were like lovesick fools.

#colby brock x reader #colby #colby brock #sam and colby #snc #music #katrina stuart #sam golbach

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Sukuna had never been one for love. Historically speaking, it repulsed him. but, something about you made him rethink that stance.

NSFW Soft!Sukuna x reader! praise kink, oral (both m receving and giving), typical smut content. you know what your signing up for. reader uses she/her pronouns and is Sukunas favorite concubine. no beta, we die like men. no editor, we die like fools.

warnings: none I can think of

Sukuna isn't the type of person to say "I love you." He's not the type of person to love. He was a demonic warlord, known for his cruelty and lack of empathy. What part of that screams "lover boy" to you? Emotions in general weren't really his thing, ya know?

And yet here he was, staring at his ceiling in the dark, forcing his heart to calm the fuck down. That was a close call. It almost slipped out again. He looked down at you, snuggled closely into his side and sleeping peacefully. This was dangerous. He was screwed. 

Tonight was the 3rd time the sukuna almost slipped up and told you he loved you. The first time, he didn't even register what was happening. You had been his favorite concubine for quite awhile at that point. A sweet sacrifice from the villagers to try and keep his terraney at bay. Something about your eyes had called put to him, but that was as far as that emotion went.

That was until about a year ago. You were still new in your stay at the palace, and the other girls were still trying to figure out where you stood with them. Sukuna was known for walking around the palace with his advisors. And as he passed the concubines quarters, one of the other girls thought they'd impress him.

They came to you from behind as you were brushing your hair and ripped the brush from your hand, taking a good chunk of your hair with it. "Oh, are you using this?" She asked, laughing with the other girls. Sukuna watched you intensely to see how you would handle it, and oh boy you did not disappoint. 

You smiled softly as you stood up, taking the styling scissors from your vanity. You walked over, the sweetest smile he had ever seen as you took a fistful of her waist length hair, and cut just that chunk above her jaw. "Oh, I'm sorry," You chirped innocently, "are you using this?"

Sukuna laughed. He actually laughed. Seeing someone so sweet and innocent do something so rather viscous was hilarious to him. "I lo-" he caught himself midsentnce and quickly back tracked. "I like that. That was hilarious." He praised, making you blush. 

His advisor gave him the side eye about it, but knew better than to question it. Just went on about...something. Sukuna wasn't listening if he's honest. He told himself then and there he'd stop seeing you as much and preoccupy his time with the other girls.

The exact opposite happened. Without him even seeing what he was doing, you started to get special treatment. Hell you were getting it right now. No one else had ever slept in his quarters with him, much less in his bed. You stirred slightly in your sleep, snapping Sukuna back to reality as his head snapped over to you. 

He held you a little closer, a little tighter. Comforting you and protecting you from whatever was disrupting your sleep. Shit he was in over his head. He thought about kicking you out of his bed. Out of his room and into the hall without even the courtesy of putting on your clothes and then never acknowledging you again.

He looked back up at the ceiling. Yea that wasn't going to happen. Just thinking about it made his heart contort in ways he fucking hated. Is this what being whipped was? He wasn't a fan. He started thinking about the second time he almost confessed his true feelings for you. Arguably, his worst moment considering he was completely of his right mind. 

You had dragged him out to the palaces garden. You said it was because you liked his company as you tended to the garden. He reminded you he quite frankly had better things to do, and this was the gardeners job, not yours. You ignored him, and well, it's not like he left. Honestly, it was cute watching you indulge in your habits, and he’d be lying if he said he didn't enjoy listening to you tell him botany facts. 

He was staring up at the sky, pretending not to listen to you ramble on about the prime growing conditions for orchids when you screamed. It sent cold electricity through his body as he was by your side and holding you less than a minute later. He didn't even remember getting up. “What? What is it Y/n are you hurt?” he demanded as he examined you closely, looking for any sign of injury. You looked up at him with wide terrified eyes. “Spider!” you squeaked. 

You had to be shitting him. He looked at you confused for a moment before looking at the ground where you were formally sitting. Sure enough, there was a grass spider there, and a fairly big one too. “Was that really worth shrieking about?” He asked, turning back to you. You nodded aggressively. “Yes, its huge! Will you move him for me Sir? Please?” you asked, eyes wide and pleading. Sukuna sighed and went to crush him. 

“No! Dont kill him, he didn’t do anything wrong!” you yelped to stop him. Oh, this was getting insufferable. He looked at you with a dark look. “And just who do you think you’re talking to like that, slut?” he asked. “I’ve indulged you this much, far more than I should, and you have the audacity to ask more of me?” he asked, stepping closer to you.

To his shock, but moreseo yours, you stood firm. Even as your lip quivered. “He didn't do anything wrong…I’m in his house your majesty. It wouldn't be fair to kill him, just because he can be a little scary sometimes..” Sukuna was shocked by your resolve. The look he gave you had made warlords crumble, and yet you didn't. He didn't know if he should be impressed by your resolve, or infuriated by it. What he did know was that it was flooding his blood with a fire he wasn't used to. It was different from the fire he felt in battle. This was warmer. Kinder.

He leaned down closer to you. You didn’t flinch. He touched your face. You maintained eye contact. He realized you weren’t afraid of him. His first thought was “her survival instincts must be shit.” Anyone that wanted to live knew to fear Sukuna. He killed and pillaged with reckless abandon, and had not once even considered a human life. His second thought was  “why is this not pissing me off?” 

Normally, when anyone had the gaul to stand up to the king of curses, he was quick to show them why that was foolish. Nothing upset him more than someone questioning his authority. But, you…for whatever reason, you not fearing him made that warm fire burn brighter. You trusted him. You weren’t just kind to him out of fear for your life, you were kind to him because you liked him. You cared for him. He wasn't used to that. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your kips. It wasn't like any other kiss you two had shared, or a kiss Sukuna had ever experienced, before. It was slow and intentional, almost sweet. He remembered feeling the heat radiating off of your blushing cheeks. He nipped your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You pulled away first, looking at him with wide doe eyes, panting gently. “Sukuna..”you whispered softly to him. It was the first time you had addressed him by name. An infraction that has resulted in the death of other concubines in the past. But, not you. “Y/n,” he whispered back, an unusual warmth lacing his voice “I-” he thought about where that sentence was going. And quickly decided not to finish it. 

He’d already been more vulnerable to you in these past few minutes than he had been with anyone his entire life. That included himself. He already felt like a fool, there was no way in hell he was going to dig this hole any deeper by confessing his love for a fucking cocubine. He needed to get his shit together. He straightened back up and took a step away from you. “I like you.” he said, the warmth draining from his voice. He could see the confusion on your face. Good.

He moved the spider to a different part of the garden. On his way back, he glanced at you long enough to make an order of you. “See me in my quarters tonight,” he demanded. “Where are you going?” you asked. You really were forgetting your place. And he was letting you. Fuck, he was losing his mind. “I already told you,” he snapped, “I have better things to do than play gardener with a whore.” he said harshly, returning to the palace. 

That night was the first night you had stayed in his room. 4 months ago. You’ve stayed in his bed every night since. He didn’t even acknowledge the other girls throwing themselves at him anymore. He didn’t care, he had no desire for any girl other than the one in his bed. He found himself going out of his way to make time for you, and had even taken to taking you to nice dinners at least once a week. Were you even a concubine anymore?

He didn’t know. Asking questions like that forced him to confront the feelings he had for you that was becoming harder to contain by the day. He didn't like it. And yet, here he was, laying in the dark and staring at your sleeping form as he grappled with that very question. It was like he was arguing with himself. 

Did he even need those others anymore? He could easily kill them all and save on not having to feed them anymore. Yes, keep them. This is temporary and if it isn’t? You’d think if it was these feelings would have surpassed by now. If they're not, then kill the girl. Love is weakness. No, he didn’t want to do that. He wanted her around. And Sukuna always got what he wanted. He never thought his spoiled, bratty nature would out weigh his murderous one, but, then again he never thought he’d fall in love so.

The world was just full of surprises. He sighed softly. He was going to have to admit he was in love sooner or later. 3 times was a lot of times to almost confess something you didn’t mean. Though, if any of them were excusable it was his most recent slip. That one happened just a few hours ago, and was honestly the most understandable close call.

Though, he knew he was probably the most honest with himself when his cock was buried in your cunt. The intoxicating warmth, the melody of you calling out his name, the feeling of your plush thighs bruising under his fingertips. Sukuna had never been the demon to think with his cock, unless it came to you. 

His last coherent thought was probably “it has to be some sort of sin for her to wear that robe.” A thought that had occurred to him as he watched you enter his room, still drying behind your ears from your shower. You wore a thin white robe that left very little to the imagination, one you knew to be your demonic overlords favorite. You looked up and caught him staring. He didn’t bother enough to pretend like he wasn't. You smiled and chuckled slightly, “Yes your highness? Is there a problem?” you asked, a coy smile curling the corners of your perfect lips. 

You knew exactly what you were doing, Sukuna could see it in your eyes. It amused him that you still tried to play so coy. He returned your smirk. “No problem. Just admiring my favorite girl.” he said as he approached you. You giggled softly as you took his hand and let him pull you into his embrace. He’d gotten comfortable with admitting you were his favorite. It's not like he could hide it, even if he wanted too. You were almost always by his side, not that he’d have it any other way.

“Like what you see?” you purred up to him, looking at him through your lashes. “Hmmmm…no.” the demon said, toying with the delicate fabric of your robe. “You’d look better without this cheap robe on.” “You and I both know this robe is not cheap.” you scoffed at him. “Really?” Sukuna scoffed back. Say what you will, you had a spitfire spirit that couldn't be killed. One of the many things he loved about you. “You choose to give me back talk right now?” Your king asked, using a clawed finger to force you to look at him. 

“Maybe I need to remind you who you’re talking to.” he growled to you. “Maybe you do.” you whispered back. Sukuna growled and closed the gap between the two of you, trapping you in a dominating kiss and pulling you into his tight grip. You didn’t resist, wrapping your arms around his waist, melting into his touch. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, lost in your impossibly soft lips. He could kiss you for hours.

But, he could think of a few things that would be slightly more fun for him. He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your jaw and neck, biting and leaving marks where he could. If anyone doubted the fact that you were his they wouldn't after tonight. You moaned softly as he found the sweet spot on your neck. A spot he was very familiar with for its ability to make you melt. Your hands moved up to grab at his hair and the nape of his neck. He smirked, feeling you grind against his thigh as he freshed the marks on you. “You know,” he moaned into your ear, “I can think of some better uses for your mouth.”

He pulled your hips closer to his, making you painfully aware of the hard on you gave him. You looked up at him with wide, doe eyes as he led you to your shared bed. He sat on the edge, refusing to take his eyes off you as you straddled his hips. You bit your lip as you slipped off your robe, only to reveal nothing underneath. You were planning this. You maintained eye contact with him as you slipped his robe off his shoulders, taking the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck as you did so.

“Come now love, don’t tease.” Sukuna groaned as he pushed you to your knees. He watched with 4 intense eyes as you kissed the tip of his honestly pretty dick. He groaned as you licked up his prominent vein, taking just the head into your mouth. “I said dont tease.” Sukuna groaned as he grabbed you by your hair. A warning. One you headed as you took all that you could of him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke the rest.

Sukuna moaned shamelessly as you worked. You were the only person he had ever been with able to coax such elicit sounds from him. “Fuck-” he groaned, bucking his hips into your slobbering mouth. "Who taught you to suck dick like this?" He chuckled. "You did." You moaned around him, only egging him on more as he pulled at your hair. He leaned back onto his arm, thoroughly enjoying the warm feeling of your mouth around him. Nothing felt better than this.

Well, not nothing. He pulled you off his cock, looking down at you with approving eyes, “wonderful as always doll,” he praised, helping you off the floor and onto the bed. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.” he chuckled as he knelt between your legs and spread them apart. His favorite part. He skipped the teasing, more desperate than he’d like to admit to get a taste. You gasped as he started sucking on your clit, hands flying to his hair. This was how he knew you were special. 

“S-Sukuna..” you moaned out as he slipped a finger into your already dripping cunt. He smirked up at you. “So wet, just from sucking my dick?” he hummed as he went back to work, curling his finger inside you. He slipped another finger in, specifically to find the soft spot inside you. A spot he found with little trouble, as always. “Suka!!” you yelped, blush rushing your face. Pet names now, huh? He was letting you get away with pet names?

He removed his fingers from your pussy and pulled you closer, his expert fingers rubbing your clit as his long tongue took its turn exploring your insides. Sukuna himself groaned at the taste, closing his eyes as he buried his face deeper into you. Your melody of moans mixing beautifully with the warmth of your body and the taste of your cunt to have an almost hypnotizing effect on him.

“Fuck, Y/n” he moaned into you, palming his own dick to relieve some of the pressure. He looked up at a sight that deserved to be famed in a museum. You with your head tost back, eyes crossed and thighs quivering as you rode his face, gripping his hair for dear life. It set him back on fire as he returned to the assault on your pussy, adding more pressure to your clit. “S-Sir, please!” you gasped, feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach tighten. “I-m gonna-” “I know.” If anyone knew your body better than you it was your lover. “Come for me Princess.” a few more strokes of your clit and your thighs had clamped around Sukunas head. He ate you through your high, enjoying the way that your legs and pussy quivered for him. He grinned once your legs fell from around him and he was able to pull away. “Gorgeous..” he mumbled softly as he moved to position himself on top of you. You looked at him through your lashes and giggled softly.

A sight that honestly made Sukunas heart melt. “You're beautiful.” he whispered as he leaned down to pull you into a heated, passionate kiss. Sukuna was never one for praise, but you brought it out of him. He spread your legs again, lining his cock up with your core. “Look at me Y/n.” he demanded, moving your head to make eye contact with him. “Suka..” you whimpered, moaning shamelessly as he began to push inside you, slowly. Drawing out every reaction you would give him.

He grinned down at your cute scrunched face, panting as you tried to adjust to accommodate his size. It seemed now matter how many times you two did this you were never ready. “‘M gonna mold your cunt to my cock, I promise.” Sukuna groaned, looking at you with half lidded eyes as he finally bottomed out. He dropped his head down and into the crook of your neck. He began his quest to mark you in as many places as possible as he dragged his cock in and out of you. 

“S’ big..” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him and clawing at his back. He chuckled darkly as he adjusted himself to reach your soft spot. He started picking up the pace, massaging your insides. You were warm, so fucking warm. He could spend eternity buried in your cunt, drooling over the way his cock made your stomach bulge. The way he swore you pulled him in, inviting him to stay as long as you both needed. Feeling the way your soft body gave way to his rough fingertips, hearing the way you call out his name was a prayer, the claw marks you’d both have in the morning.

You tested his self control every fucking night,and tonight was no diffrent. “Fuck, please. More, please” you moaned to him. He growled in response, biting your neck. “You want more slut?” he chuckled. “Then beg for it.” you groaned and pulled at his hair. “Fuck, please! Please Sir, fuck me harder! I need your cock, hard and fast, please! Fuck me like you own me, Ryomen, pretty please!” 

No fucking way you just used his first name. No fucking way he liked it as much as he did. Hearing it fall from your lips went straight to his cock and set his body on fire. He liked that. He liked that a lot. “Say it again.” he groaned, picking up the pace ever so slightly, “Fuck me like you own me!” you yelled. “No.” he said with a particularly harsh thrust, causing you to yelp as he grazed your cervix. “My name.” “your name?..” he saw the lightbulb go off in your eyes. 

“Ryomen, please! Fuck me harder, Ryomen please. I need you.” Shit. Sukuna could feel himself blushing. He liked that way too much. He gave into your demands, pulling you into a mating press and absolutely punishing your cunt, slipping a hand down to rub at your clit as he did you. “You're mine.” He said with no uncertainty in his voice. “Do you understand that? You are fucking mine, if anyone else so much as glances at you I’ll slaughter them. Do you hear me?” he demanded.

“Yes, Ryo! All yours, only yours!” you groaned, arching your back into the pleasure he was giving you. Fuck, Ryo now?! “I fucking love you.” he moaned out softly to you. “Wh- what?” you asked, looking at him confused. Shit, did he say that out loud?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! “I said I fucking own you, Slut!” he hissed, picking up his already impossible pace. Either that was a smooth cover, or you were too close to coming to care. You didn’t question him further. You clawed at his sheets and bucked your hips to meet his. “R-ryomen, I-”

You didn't get to finish your sentence. You let out a shrill moan as your orgasim hit you like a truck. Your thighs clamped around him as your pussy quivered around him, pulling him in more and refusing to let him pull out. Not that he wanted too. He was going to knock you up right then and there. You were going to be his forever. Your orgasam was enough to bring him to his a few strokes later, coming deep inside you. Your eyes connected as your mutual climax hit, making him particularly weak as he rode you through it.

He almost collapsed on you once you two were done. He didn’t expect that to be as emotionally taxing as it was. His head was swimming. He said he loved you. He said it out loud, for anyone to fucking hear. That made it real. He couldn't just run from it anymore. You were probably the first person in over a century to call him by his first name and live, let alone give him honest to god butterflies about it, what the fuck was going on!?  

He was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts as your gentle hand caressed his check. He looked up at you as you smiled so sweetly. More sweetly than he deserved. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and curled into his arms. “Magnificent as always, your highness.” you purred. Did you even realize you were saving him from his own mind? He wrapped his arms around you. “You as well, my darling.” he muttered. He didn’t just want you. He needed you.

And that led him here. Staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night and over thinking every single interaction you two had ever had together. Could this have been avoided? Where did he fuck up and fall in love? How could he not have stopped this? He sighed. It didn’t really matter now. He was in for the ride, and he didn't want to get off. He looked at your sleeping form next to him and smiled. You were so peaceful. Probably the only person in the world that could sleep so soundly next to the king of curses. He cuddled closer to you. You were warm, as always. “I love you Y/n, so much.” he whispered to the dark.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #demon sukuna #soft sukuna #jjk #jjk smut #sukuna x reader smut

[oh-saints]

Alphabet nfsw Rúben dias

you ask nicely and therefore you shall receive, dearest <3

please dni if you're not 18 yet! i really wouldn't if i were you bcs even i felt so hot as i wrote this lololol

(request is still open & you can drop them here)

A for after care

while rúben is such a sweet and caring boyfriend off the sheets, he’s insanely a beast on the sheet so it doesn’t come off a surprise to you that he leaves behind the cum he shot into you to dry. in his opinion, nothing’s sexier than waking up to that sight.

B for body part

rúben loves his hands and probably envies the organ because they can reach places where his tongue and nose and lips cannot. he loves to see and ignites a lot of your body reactions from his touches—your squirms, your arches, your shivers—so it comes naturally for him to love every inch of your body. although if he has to pick, he’s definitely a boob person.

C for cum

as exhibited under point A above, nothing is sweeter than the sensation of him being engulfed by your insides like a lover’s hug after a long seperation, therefore his favourite place to shoot his cum is inside of you.

D for dirty secret

you always wear something that’s easy for his hands to do as he pleases with you—open back dresses, skirts with slits, no bra, thongs…—and it pleases rúben to no end knowing you’re always ready for him.

E for experience

you’d like to think rúben is much more experienced than you but it turns out he only knows as far as things he like to do. it’s kind of a knowledge sharing between you two sometimes.

F for favourite position

while missionary cannot be replaced whatsoever for how much he loves to see your most honest expressions, he cannot eliminate some other risqué positions either. no, not the doggy style kind of thing but more like standing or when he carries you off from one place to another because he can slide into you much more easier and deeper that way.

G for goofy (e.g. are they always serious in bedroom or are they not?)

between the two of you, you’re much more relaxed in terms of personality. so most of the time, it’s more like a session where he shuts your mouth to get on with it.

H for hair

do we need to go through this? like, have you seen him with his shirt off? he definitely takes a good care of himself, which includes leaving his happy trail unshaved because you like it so much every time he lifts of his shirt.

I for intimacy

he takes things seriously, sex is no exception. he thinks the sensual activity is actually important because it’s the only one that can bring you two closest without space in between you. and sex with rúben is heaven on earth for you because he always takes a good care of you, like he always does off the sheet.

J for jack-off

he’s not a big fan of doing his own work because you ruined his perspective of hand and blow jobs for him. damn it.

K for kink

he’s silently into breath play but never pulling off more than slight pressure into your neck. he’s not a sadist to begin with, but you’re not complaining because it’s always so hot to hear the words he breathes onto your ears while he’s holding you still by the neck.

L for location

depends on the mood, to be honest. if either of you is aiming for comfort zone, then it’s definitely your room or the big, plushy sofa in the living room. but if it’s the otherwise, then it can be anywhere that’s stable enough to hold both of you—I mean, look at the (literal) size of that guy. the kitchen island’s lucky they’re made of marbles.

though, deep down, rúben holds a soft spot to the floor-length window of your vanity.

M for motivation

when his girlfriend looks like you, rúben doesn’t need to find a motivation to initiate sex. but there’s always something about you lifting your shirt off your head as you walk into your closet…

N for no (as in what turn him off or something he’d most likely reject)

anything that makes your uncomfortable, period.

that, and anything that requires him to show you off to people while doing sex.

O for oral

while you taste absolutely divine, he prefers to receiving heads from you because he loves seeing the glint in your eyes as you feel powerful going down on him. as a bonus, he likes to hear your grunts and see your determination as you try to fit all of him inside your mouth, wanting to please him like a good girl you are.

P for pace

despite claiming he’s not a sadistic earlier, he loves torturing you by going in and out of you super slow, taking in the sight of your pussy swallowing his girth good and feeling his bulge on your lower stomach underneath his palms, while he sees you losing your sanity bits by bits.

Q for quickie

it’s not often rúben loses his head but there was one occurrence where he came with you for your bridesmaid fitting and you looked so good in that dress that it drove him wild. because he certainly couldn’t rip the dress out of you this second, he chose to fuck you wordlessly in the VIP fitting room like there wasn’t any staffs waiting beyond the curtain. you’d never come so fast in your life that day.

R for risk

living up to his reputation of man of routine, it’s mostly you that hints or coaxes him to try somethings with you. who is he to say no anyway, as long as it’s not something that crosses his line?

S for stamina

do not ask about this thing to a man who runs back and forth on a pitch for a full 90-minute. you even have to hire your own professional trainer to keep up with his energy, or else you’d only last for an hour before passing out without giving back pleasures to rúben.

T for toys

your bunny vibrator was actually your only best friend, until you met rúben. but being a good boyfriend, he likes to indulge your friends, always, and that includes the rubber bunny. you’re certainly not complaining when it makes your orgasm intensifies from both the sensation of rúben’s balls slamming against your skin and the vibrating machine combined.

U for unfair (e.g. how much they like to tease?)

going this far, it’s pretty safe for us to conclude that he loves to tease you endlessly. if not, he wouldn’t have kept the happy trail unshaven or asked you to leave your underwear behind during one christmas dinner with his family. and once in a while, you’d love him to get a taste of his own medicine because you know that a sexually frustrated rúben dias is the best side of rúben you can ask for.

V for volume

his voice is naturally deep so whenever he grunts dirty words while you sink down on him, the vibration reaches your clit and brings you closer to the edge faster than you’d like. but he’s more on the silent type because he likes to hear your moans and whines and gasps.

W for wild card (a random headcanon)

rúben’s most memorable moment of you two having sex was that one summer night on your vacation, both of your heads dizzy from the fizz drunk but enough to push rúben to—at first—tease you by peeling off the black sundress you were wearing, the pads of his fingers kissing your skin as light as his lips peppering down kisses on the trail of his fingers. your broken gasps fuelled his adrenaline more as he caressed your clit with a hand, while the other slithering upwards to the direction of your neck. your hot breaths steamed off against the mirror in front of you as you felt his large hands going from your belly button, to your ribs, to the middle of your ample breasts, until they settled well on your collarbone. you could feel your right boob folded nicely but carnally in the inside of your elbow, and you had never experienced something so sexily raw.

X for xray

I’m sure even we all recognise the size of his delicious cock ghosting over his pants on several of his steamy photoshoots. yes, we’re talking about the nike underwear one.

Y for yearning (i.e. how high is their sex drive?)

not that high, compared to normal people. once or twice in a month due to your busy schedules, but it’s always worth the mornings you’re being reprimanded by your boss.

Z for zzz (i.e. how quickly they’ll fall asleep afterwards)

going back to the exhibition under point A, rúben isn’t one to fall asleep fast because it’s always a cuddle session after a damn good sex for you both. but between the two of you, of course you fall asleep faster (cue point S) and when he’s in the mood, he stays awake longer so he can wipe off all the dirt of your body so you can sleep comfortably.

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[venusxsturnio]

KNOCK ON WOOD

PAIRINGღ matt x equestrian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ today is the big tournament. but what happens when y/n slips up, and forgets to knock on wood?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! do y'all like my stuff fr? be honest. lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how horse racing even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...fluff...danger...injuries..

proofread!

5:26 am

i was awoken by the sound of my alarm going off. i reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone. i stopped the alarm as i got out of bed. i made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. oh shit- i almost forgot today was the tournament. how could i forget today was the biggest day of my entire career?

i rushed out of the bathroom to my room. i grabbed some sweats and a hoodie and threw them on. i went back in the bathroom to finish my routine before heading downstairs. i grabbed my purse, keys, and phone. i practically ran out of the house as i made my way to my car. i started the car and pulled out of the driveway. i propped my phone up in the phone holder and facetimed matt.

the phone rung once before i saw matts big smile in the camera. "Hey babe!" matt yelled. "Well someone's excited." i said playfully rolling my eyes. "Aren't you?" matt asked as a confused expression appeared on his face. "Yeah..." i dragged not wanting to finish that sentence. "Yeah...what?" matt said pushing the conversation. "I just don't want anything bad to ha-" i couldn't even finish my sentence before matt so rudely interrupted me.

"Y/N Y/L/N, take it back right now! Knock on wood!" matt screamed at me. "Take what back? You didn't even let me finish. And plus I don't have wood anywhere near me right now." i said trying to hold back a laugh, but failing badly. matt scolded me "Y/n I'm serious. If something bad happens to you I'll never forgive myself." matt exclaimed. "Ok. Fine I'll find some later." i said, my laughter dying down.

"Ok I'm pulling in. I'll see you when you get here ok?" i said gathering my things. "I'm already here." matt said calmy. my eyes widened at matts comment. "WHAT?! You're here already? It doesn't start till like...7." i said with a shocked expression spread across my face. "I'm your #1 supporter, of course I'm here early. And plus I wanted to get a good seat." matt said smiling from cheek to cheek. "I cannot believe they let you in. Anyways I'll see you later ok? I have to get ready." i said grabbing my phone as i stepped out of my car, locked it and started making my way towards the arena...

"Alright babe, see you later! You'll do AMAZING! I love you." matt said eagerly. "I love you too." i said as i hung up the phone and stuffed it in my purse. i made my way towards my dressing room. i unlocked it and entered. i froze in shock. a bouquet of roses, it had to be at least a hundred. i made my way towards the flowers, and picked up a card. 'From Matt' it read 'You'll do great! I love you so much! Even if you don't win, I'll always support you! :)' my eyes lit up as i read the message. this must be why he got here so early...i placed the note down on my vanity, as i went to my clothing rack and got into my uniform.

6:48 am

i finished getting ready as i made my way out to the stables. i went to the one with my name on it, as i approached my horse 'Lila' and petted her head. "Hey hun, how you doin?" i gave her a little kiss on the head, as she grunted. "I know right. Me too." i said responding to her grunt. "You ready?" i said unlocking her stable door, hooking on to her leash and leading her out of the stables.

we made our way to the arena doors. behind those doors were the other horses and their jockeys. and there were also fans, bettors, and the media. i looked at lila and took a deep breath. in and out. i reached for the handle and opened the door. as soon as we walked through all you heard was screaming and cheering.

me and lila took our place in our lane. i saddled myself onto her and straightened myself up. i looked around the crowd, as my eyes slowly approached matts. i gave him a big smile and waved. he returned the energy. i mouthed 'i love you', i guess he caught on, because he started blowing me kisses. i shook my head and chuckled a little.

soon the ref came on the loud speakers as he started to announce the race and racers. when he said mine and lilas name everyone cheered the loudest they every have. i smiled of embarrassment, but the good kind. the ref started the count down, and before i knew it we were off.

me and lila started off strong, we were in second place. i held on as tight as i could, until my foot slipped out of the buckle. i switched my view from my foot to the track as i tried to quickly place my foot back where it belonged. we were coming up on a sharp turn, and my body started to shift. i felt myself slipping. i tried my best to grip onto lilas reigns.

next thing i know, i'm rolling on the track. everything stopped. the noise. the horses. everyone. all i heard were silent whispers, and cameras flashing. my eyesight started to dim, my vision started to become blurry as i held my arm in pain. my legs found their way to my chest. before my vision fully went out. i could see a silhouette that somewhat looked like matt. then my vision turned black.

MATT POV

y/n was doing good. but then i noticed something wrong with her. her leg had slipped out of the buckle and she was struggling to put it back on. i stood from my seat and made my way down to the ref. i was trying to let him know what was going on, but then out of the corner of my eye, i saw y/n rolling off the track field. my eyes widened at the sight of y/n on the ground in pain.

i tried to run to her but the security quickly caught up to me. the grabbed my arms and were pulling me back. i punched one, and then the other. i ran from the stadiums, and onto the track field, up to y/n. "Oh my god! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" i screamed. i felt tears forming in my eyes, as salty, warm streaks fell down my cheeks.

people started coming to us. and crowding us with questions. i picked up y/n bridal style and pushed our way through the large crowd. i ran from the arena and to the gates. luckily the ambulance was already here. i let the nurses carry her onto the gurney and hooked her up to a bunch of IV and needles.

i hopped in the truck with them. holding y/ns hands the whole ride to the hospital. we sped all the way to the hospital. once we made it there, we rushed inside, and ran to an emergency room. "She's got a bruised rib and arm." one nurse yelled out to another. "I need an IV stat. Get me a crash UCV cart. For emergencies." i couldn't believe this was happening.

9:08 am

i had my head down. resting on my arms as my hands held y/ns. i was just hoping that she would wake up. she can't leave me like this. i felt shuffling in the hospital bed. i picked up my head and looked at y/ns pale sweaty body.

Y/NS POV

"Matt?" i said trying to sit up, but immediately falling right back down, due to my injuries. i winced in pain. "No lay down. You're hurt." matt said sympathetically. "What the hell happened?" i asked my voice sounding hoarse. "Well you were racing. Good as hell I might add. But then I noticed that your foot slipped out. I went to tell the ref, but then you fell. I ran to help you and then the security stopped me. I punched the hell out of their asses. And then I picked you up, ran to the ambulance, and we came here. You had me worried as hell, Y/n" matt said rambling on about the incident. i loved when he did that. it meant that he cared.

"Well I'm fine now aren't I?" i said sarcastically. matt scoffed trying to hold back his laugh. i rolled my eyes playfully. i used the arm that wasn't broken, and lifted it up to his face. i caressed his cheeks softly. he leaned in on my forehead as he gave me and sweet, smooth kiss. matt retreated back from my forehead, and looked at me with love in his eyes. "I guess you should have knocked on wood."

FROM VENUSღ y'all. HOW WAS IT?!?! y'all see what i did there? at the end? matt being such a gentleman the whole story just fascinates me. don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

credits: @hearts4tatemcrae and @sturnad thank you!

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[joekeeryswife]

hi! i've never sent a request before so idk how to do this stuff so sorry if i do it wrong 😭😭, i was just wondering if you could do perhaps a fluffy joe keery w/ co-star!reader doing the vanity lie detector interview (or if you want just a simple ol' interview)

Lie Detector - J.K

i’m sorry for how bad this is. some of the imagines you guys come up with are amazing!! i love this concept, hope this was okay <3

you were sat in the lie detector chair, geared up, ready to be questioned. you thought you would be doing this alone but you found Joseph, Gaten and Joe all in your dressing room this morning. you had also found out that they would be reading questions fans had asked, you were shitting yourself. you were scared about the different questions you were going to get asked and now you honestly couldn’t lie.

the questions started with Gaten saying them first. “y/n. you have been in the public eye for a few years and are considered one of the most followed people in the public eye. if there was one thing you could do without being followed by fans and paparazzi, what would it be?” he said, this test made you think. you felt eyes all on you before you spoke up once you had gotten your answer. “probably go to my family’s house and sit outside” you said, looking at Gaten. he waited for the examiner to speak up and when she did she said a small ‘true’ which you were happy about.

you did get followed around quite a bit and once the paparazzi tried to get into your nans house whilst your whole family were there and you were fuming. you were trash talked by the media and newspapers after you went outside and shouted at them for being disrespectful but that was last year. “y/n, you have done many modelling shoots with different celebrities over the years, would you say your favourite shoot was the Vogue magazine cover or not?” Gaten said, reading the next question. to be honest, you loved every single shoot you did but when you got asked to be on the cover of Vogue UK, you felt as though you had completed every single life goal you had.

“yes, Vogue was definitely my favourite shoot” you said , telling the truth again. you didn’t want to lie and be called out so hearing Bonny, the examiner, say ‘true’ put your mind to ease after every question. then, Gaten passed the questions to Joseph and he read the next one in his head before laughing and showing the others. that made you nervous. you had done a few embarrassing things on set and out in public so you were hoping it wasn’t one of those questions. “y/n, since you get photographed by the paparazzi almost every day. they do get some awkward photos of you.” Joseph said, laughing out loud when Gaten push a photo of you, mid falling, on the pavement, ankle twisted. you started blushing and put your head down slightly.

“did your ankle hurt after this?” he said, looking at your face. you looked at the photo one last time before you burst out laughing. you nodded your head and then realised you had to give your response out loud. you all calmed down before you spoke up again. “yes, it hurt a lot. i went to the hospital after because it hurt so much” you said, making quick eye contact with Joe before turning to Bonny. she nodded her head and said a small ‘true’ before Joseph started saying your next question. “there are three questions left so, y/n, you have said in previous interviews that if you were going to get in a relationship, you would want it to be private but, have you recently got into a relationship or no?”

that was a stupid question. “no i am not in a relationship.” you said, looking at Joseph as you finished your sentence. you heard Bonny say ‘true’ before Joseph handed the cards to Joe. his eyes widen at the question in front of his and he started to read it out. “you have been in Stranger things since season 3, did you prefer the season 3 cast to the season 4 cast?” he said. that was kind of a shitty question. you loved all the cast and it was basically the same as last season but season 4 brought in Chrissy and Eddie, your best friends in the show, so you definitely preferred season 4 to season 3. “no i didn’t. i prefer the season 4 cast to the season 3 cast” you said, honestly, again. Bonny said a quick ‘true’ again and before Joe started talking, you quickly spoke up.

“god this is such a boring video, sorry guys” you said, looking into the camera. everyone laughed and then Joe started reading your last question. “do you have a crush on anyone on the Stranger Things cast and would you consider dating one of them?” Joe said, making your eyes widen in fear and embarrassment. you had always had a massive crush on Joe and Joseph knew. Joseph’s face turned from happy to shocked. he laughed out loud at your facial expression before you spoke up again.

“no i don’t have a crush on anyone and no i wouldn’t date any of them” you said, lying. your heart beat increased as you waited for what felt like an eternity for Bonny to say if you were lying or telling the truth. when Joe heard your answer, his face turned into a hurt expression before he looked down. he quickly looked back up and changed his expression when he realised he was also being filmed and waited for Bonny to talk. “that was a lie” Bonny said, looking at you. you muttered a quick ‘shit’ before looking down. you heard Joseph’s and Gaten’s laughs in the background of your mind whilst a million thoughts raced through it.

you didn’t want Joe to find out about your ‘silly’ crush that you had on him and here you were, being exposed by this stupid lie detector. “okay y/n, your questions are finished, you can switch places with Joe” your manager said. Bonny unclipped all the equipment from around you and once you were free, you practically ran to sit next to Joseph, your face covered in a bright red blush. “you’re an idiot. why didn’t you tell the truth, it would have been easier” he said, putting an arm around your shoulder. you nodded your head, acknowledging that he was right and the got given the cards by Bonny. Joe’s turn went pretty quickly before his last question came up.

“Joe, you’ve been on the Stranger Things set since season one and you’ve seen many actors and actresses come and go, is there anyone you felt a personal connection to on the show and did you have romantic feelings for that person?” Gaten said. you looked down at your hands and sighed softly. you ‘knew’ that Joe didn’t have a crush on anyone on the cast and that’s why you kept your feelings quiet. “yes” he said, looking you in the eye for a split second when you looked up before he quickly turned his head to Bonny. ‘true’ she said, making Joe’s cheeks turn into a bright red colour.

for the rest of the interview, you had a somewhat shocked expression on your face, Joe Keery had a crush on a cast member? you were utterly confused. after all the interviews had finished, you all got up and started walking to the dressing room. you and Joe walked together as Joseph and Gaten ran to see who would get there first. “so, i’m guessing your crush is Joseph” he said, making the awkward air even more awkward. “uhh. no actually. i don’t have a crush on Joseph” you said shyly, looking down at your feet as you walked. “wait it isn’t Joseph? then who is it, you have to tell me” he said, joking around. you sighed before stopping in the middle of the hallway. Joe stopped next to you with a confused look. “i don’t have a crush on Joseph. i have a crush on you” you admitted, your face turned as bright as a tomato as you looked anywhere but at Joe.

Joe was shocked. you liked him back? after all the years of him basically making his feelings obvious, you finally liked him back? Joe didn’t waste any time before putting both his hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss. your eyes widened before you practically melted in his touch. you kissed back, hands falling around his waist as the kiss continued. “i like you too” Joe said, breaking the kiss. you let your head fall into his chest as you blushed brighter than before. you guys liked each other and you were grateful for this lie detector test.

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[georgiapeach30513]

Peach, you're the best! Thank you for posting that amazing pasta art! (And thank you to the lovely artist who made it =)) - Mrs Pasta.

That being said...I have a few things to say. No words of wisdom, just some thoughts. Some people will disagree with my takes but if you're here reading it, read it carefully and really consider what I said before you disregard.

Every time something happens that gets a certain portion of fans excited that "it's coming to an end," it is nearly always (99.9) followed by something that completely disputes that hope and gets everyone angry, upset, and riled up. It's time to pick up on the patterns, guys!

Ramen and Soba attended the GG afterparty for Soba's agency but didn't show up for the red carpet or awards show. It's got some people thinking Ramen fell off on the HW hierarchy food chain but people. Please. Let's be honest with ourselves here. Did they not attend because he couldn't get an invite since he's "so irrelevant" now or did they not attend because them trying to act like they know each other in real time, for the camera, would be a feat harder than climbing Mt. Everest? Why else do y'all think Soba attended the GQ event with Cup of Noodles instead? You know, the one where she actually did pose for photos and walk the red carpet? And flash her loaned jewelry and "wedding ring" but refused to speak to reporters because she had nothing to promote? It's giving "a...weird face wife that will never do an interview" XD

Every time something happens that gives another portion of fans the chance to "gloat," something else happens to throw a wrench into the mix. You don't question why only one "director" got a random picture of soba and ramen in the same bowl but nobody else saw them? And they can only be mentioned in a throwaway line by a Condé Nast publication (Vogue, Vanity Fair, GQ) and neither Ramen nor Soba could spring for a stylist this time? Looks like somebody doesn't want to make that red carpet debut...but why not? Aren't y'all married for the 50th time in a year and also expecting for the 20th time in the past two years?

Lastly. Just because Ramen has had a few pitfalls this past year does not mean that suddenly he's dropped to C-D list and that he's completely irrelevant in the industry now. I understand having critical flops can hurt your career. Of course it can. And in fact, I'm sure these pitfalls have hurt him. But remember that just because someone is doing well now doesn't mean they'll always do well, and just because someone is having a rough few years doesn't mean they'll never get a comeback.

I'd also like to close with a reminder to those gloating on about how RDJ is doing better and Ramen is failing in life...RDJ was once a drug addict and ended up in jail. My parents still mention this about him every time they see him on TV....people do remember when the biggest news of his career was him getting arrested. Also, after Endgame? Does anyone remember Doolittle? 15% on rotten tomatoes had people thinking RDJ fell off. And then covid hit and he was just doing his own thing for a few years. Now look at him. Looks like that awards campaigning worked! Because no disrespect, Robert, but your Oppenheimer performance was lukewarm at best. IMO, You deserved it more for Tropic Thunder and I say that as someone who genuinely admires you.

I hope I didn't ruffle any feathers. It's just tiring to see people ignore certain things for the sake of running with a narrative.

Love ya, Peach!

Mrs. Pasta, thank you for gracing us with your presence twice today. I honestly, have nothing to add to this great observation. I was just talking about a lot of these points earlier with some mutual about a certain even with a super shiny watch 🤭 I honestly never thought about equating Katt’s words about weird faced wife that will never give an interview to this 😵‍💫 but your’e on to something there!

Looks like someone reached into the depths of their closet to try and scrounge up a look last week, but what do I know?

Mrs. Pasta, I always look forward to your takes and observations.

@inshelliesworld created some cute little Mrs. Pasta art 😊

#Mrs. Pasta

[dreadsuitsamus]

Chicago Part 2 | Renji Abarai x Reader |

part one

author's note: after a long time trying to continue this, i've decided it's best if i just do a part 3 instead to cap this off, rather than try to push it all into one section. like in part one, this is heavily based on music by the band highly suspect, which i will always recommend you check out! the songs chicago, vanity, and wolf (which happen to be my top 3 highly suspect songs haha) are the ones mentioned in this fic and i recommend giving them a listen just to get a bit more understanding for the things mentioned in this fic.

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of drug use and overdoses, rockstar!renji au, angst

The stage lights are hot against his skin, and Renji's already torn off his shirt and tossed it to the fans screaming in the crowd some time ago. It's been a long string of shows in this tour and he's been out of it most of the time, not that you'd be able to tell through his performances. He's as good as ever, still passionate and still following his soul with every word he sings. It's all he's ever known.

It's an outdoor venue tonight, and it's scorching hot as the show nears its close. Sweat drips off of him and his long, vivacious scarlet locks of hair cling to his back and torso, the cameras on him catching every little detail as he approaches the mic stand again and the lights dim as the last song slows. He's outright refused to perform Chicago the entire rest of the tour, much to the band manager's and fans alike chagrin. Ever since that afternoon he last saw you, where he begged you and you still walked away from him, he can't possibly get through the song without wanting to scream and cry and curse the day he met you.

All the other songs he wrote about you are still fair game, though.

"And I have searched my soul, yeah, for you, it's true." His lips practically kiss the mic and his long, dark lashes brush against his skin as he closes his eyes to hide from the cameras and lights alike. "But nothing ever comes out right. And I swear, I'm headed back to the other side, yeah."

Vanity, he thinks. At least I was honest.

"I can't sit around and watch us both die." His voice rings out, so vulnerable and broken and no matter how many times he sings this song or thinks about you and the good times that are years in the past, he can't help feeling choked up. "Oh no—"

"I cannot watch us both die." Renji says to you as he stares out of the window, rain falling gently as a tear slips down his cheek.

You must hate him by now, if for nothing else than surely for using a line from his breakup speech to you in a song that has been heard by millions.

"Oh no, not I. You know I've gotta try." The following cry is directly from his soul, so beautiful and powerful and he's never screamed so gorgeously in his entire career. Goosebumps litter his tattooed body and the little hairs on his neck stand on end at the feeling— the whole reason for the cameras in the first place is that they're making an edit of the tour, and there's no doubt in his mind that this performance will get a complete video of its own uploaded. It's an older song from album's past that newer listeners likely wouldn't know; what a way to introduce them to his most painful memories.

"I need you here." A damned tear slips past him, and he just knows his face is plastered on the big screens of the venue— even without them, the people in the lawn seats could figure out he's a wounded man. The agony in his voice is more than enough; the lyrics and tears just hammer the point home for those that need to be told explicitly that he's a sad, lonely, broken man.

Crying for the public is starting to become his thing, and he hates what it's doing to his image. But this is the last song of the last show of the tour, and after this… He doesn't get to sing about you for a while. The other band members want a break and it's more than reasonable, he knows. They have families, husbands and wives and happy relationships that deserve tending. He's bitter, but not outwardly enough to try and deny them their love.

He can always go solo for a while, if he really wants to torture himself.

"I've tried and I'll try again. You are my friend. This is not the end."

Maybe he'll go break his own heart again instead. By the time the rest of the band is ready to reconvene, he may just have their next album written. It's been a whirlwind in the months following Chicago, and if there's one thing he's been able to learn during his career, it's that his fans love his pain just as much as they love how he parties. They'll listen to almost anything he wants to talk about— Fucking, fighting, crying, it's all the same to them. His self-destructive misery makes them feel better about their own lives, after all. It's as addicting as cocaine to hear a man spill out his life's woes alongside an insane guitar solo.

He thinks maybe he should keep some of the songs he writes for other people, just to fuck with his fans a bit. Imagine if he didn't sell that one song to Ariana Grande? The reactions would be priceless.

You'd be able to call him out easily though. You're one of the very few people in this world that really sees through the bullshit and knows his passion for what it is.

But why couldn't you accept it? Accept him?

"I can't keep doing this, Renji! Sex, drugs, rock 'n roll— that's your thing! Not mine."

"Well tell me you liked the sex, at least."

Mm, actually he understands entirely why you couldn't.

The crowd cheers and screams and snaps their blurry little photos no one will look at as the music finishes out, and without sparing anyone a glance or thanking everybody for a wonderfully successful tour, Renji's lighting a smoke and walking off stage. It's a dick move but he'll get away with it, as is immediately proven by how they don't stop cheering as he walks out of their view.

The music video finishes off with a shot of Renji walking away, his toned back hidden by the curtain of his fiery red hair. It's gotten so much longer since the first time you saw him. He's always been a gorgeous man, truly. If you could love him on looks alone, you'd still be together now.

With an hour left before the diner closes, you've got a single customer in the entire place and you certainly hope to God he'll tip you well as you approach him with a plastered-on smile to pour him his odd request of a fresh cup of coffee at this late hour. Making ends meet has been rough, and your poor momma works just as hard as you do— you don't know what you'd give if it meant she could finally relax and put her feet up, knowing she'll be taken care of and that you'll be okay too.

Your last guest is handsome at least, with flaming hair that sits around his shoulders and with facial tattoos that surprisingly aren't ugly! You didn't think it could be done, but this random man in the diner has proven you wrong. His hairline puts anime's most prideful loser to shame, but he's still incredibly cute. He's got a napkin out and writes in complete chicken scratch, and his lips move softly as he notates what's on his mind.

"'Hey momma, it's me, your oldest son.'" He murmurs to himself, and oh good lord he's in a band, isn't he? With mommy issues on top of that??

"Your food will be out shortly." You tell him softly, not trying to break his flow. And his eyes never leave the napkin as he keeps writing, but just as you walk away he speaks.

"How late is this place open?"

You glance over your shoulder at him. "Just until midnight."

He nods to himself, scribbling down another lyric. "More than enough time. Thank you."

"Of course, sir."

"Renji."

"He did tip well, at least." You mutter and close out the video as you push away the memory; that night changed your life for several years. How dumb you were in those days! Skipped town with a man you only just met, and a budding rockstar of all people. Your poor mother was worried sick until he returned you home several weeks later, but in the end it had to have been worth it for her— Renji bought her a beautiful house at the very first opportunity he had.

The very house you're currently all alone and watching your former fiancé's music videos in.

In your recommended section is a video you must've seen a thousand times by now. It's an interview Renji had absolutely no business doing for several reasons— he was too famous for the interviewer, namely, not to mention he wasn't sober at all. They always catch him when he's under the influence, don't they? It's their best chance to squeeze out the juicy details of his broken life, their best chance to get real stories behind the pretty words he sings, and anger flickers deep in your soul at how abused he is by others. It's bad enough what he does to himself, but the way his pain is seen as a commodity for likes, views and clicks ignites a rage unlike anything else you've ever felt.

"Your new single, Wolf, what's it about?"

Renji takes a drag from his cigarette, flicking the ashy remains onto the floor. It's a dick move and he's not too fucked up to not realize it, but it's this fucking guy's own fault for inviting him. "Think it's pretty clear."

"Well from what I've interpreted, it's about heartbreak."

"It's about my fucking life being ruined, if you wanna get more specific."

"It's by your own hand though, correct? You've got quite the history of self-destruction, arrests, your drug and alcohol addictions…"

Renji groans to himself. "Can't a guy fuck up in peace? Yeah, sure. I did it to myself, 'cause fuck being happy. You think that's how I like to live?" He flicks away more ashes from the cigarette, not even bothering to take a pull from it now and far more interested in fucking up the flooring.

"Can I be honest with you?"

Renji snorts. "Sure. Nobody else is, so why not?"

"I do think that's how you like to live, Renji."

It's quiet for just a moment, but the redhead recovers with a small laugh. "Guess I deserve that."

"In 'Wolf', there's a lyric that stood out to me. "I was born to rock and now I gotta roll." This is after you say you've given someone your heart and soul— most people don't abandon such a commitment."

Renji's jaw ticks. Why the hell did he come on this show again? To be called out and humiliated on camera?? "I didn't do it for fun, or because I wanted to— I didn't have a choice. It was either stay with her and be happy and lose my goddamn self, or follow the music because I don't know who I am without it and lose her in the process."

"Why not find it? You could be a husband, a father… And still be a musician too."

"But will assholes like you still listen if I sing about tucking my kid in instead of screaming about my mommy issues? Hm? None of you fuckers want me or any other “celebrity” to be happy, ‘cause you don't get your money from that shit. What's gonna get you more views, huh? A picture of me getting married or my latest fuckin’ mugshot?"

For the first time, the interviewer is speechless and Renji flicks the remnants of his smoke at the man before walking off the set, swearing up a storm and kicking things over on his way out.

You sigh and look at the old, faded photo pinned to the corkboard on the wall. Even with the age of the polaroid, Renji's crimson hair still burns bright, just like his smile. His big, stupid mouth is curled into the prettiest smile you've ever seen, with teeth blindingly white despite his smoking habit. Still, you fondly drag your finger down the photo, smiling so gently that your eyes only crinkle softly. The day this photo was taken was amazing, and no matter the tension or the burned bridge between you now, the memory of that day and the good times you had all the time during that era raises your spirits as needed.

The ticking of the clock on the wall reminds you of yourself— it's time you get ready for work at the diner. You never thought you'd be working until midnight at a shitty diner again after you left Chicago all those years ago, but time is nothing but a flat circle, it seems. With a sigh, you pull on your uniform and tie the laces of your matching pink sneakers.

But you don't make it past the front door's threshold before your phone's ringing from a number you haven't communicated with in quite some time.

"Ichigo?" You haven't been too particularly close with him in several years— he was always Renji's friend and rival, though you did have a mean streak on Snapchat still going several years after starting it. "If this is about our streak, I'll send it when I get to work."

"It's not." His voice is somber, and the sound of his sends your skin in a carefully crawling panic. "I just thought you should know about Renji."

"... What about Renji?"

"He's in the hospital."

He hates needles.

"Is he acting up?" If he's acting a fool, he's fine and there's no real need to worry.

But then Ichigo wouldn't be calling, would he?

"He overdosed last night during a party." Ichigo murmurs quietly. “I know it's asking a lot, but… Can I fly you to California?"

Ichigo counts the seconds of silence as you contemplate the idea. He's right, it is asking a lot. Your past with Renji is muddied and his obvious remaining love for you isn't enough to erase that terrible history, even with your own heart constantly pouring out love for the man at every single glimpse of him. He was born to rock and he had to roll; isn't that what he sang?

‘And I’m, I'm burying my pain into somebody else.’ He sang that, too.

"What purpose do you think that'll serve?" Your murmur isn't cold nor laced with any sort of venom or loathing; you're already just a soft breeze away from caving in and calling the diner (again) to tell them you're skipping town for a while— for Renji. It's ultimately Ichigo that'll make the decision that determines if your mother returns from her bridge session to an empty house and a Post-It note with too few details on it.

History repeats itself in the oddest of ways, in the most unexpected of times.

"Renji needs someone." Ichigo's pleading is pitiful and awfully unlike him; desperation doesn't suit him one bit. "A lot of things have changed that you don't know about… I can't look after him anymore."

"Look after him?" A sly, mischievous little smile tilts your lips at how you recall the old days with the old group, where Renji and Ichigo went head-to-head on the dumbest arguments, stupid ideas and drinking contests just about every day and night. "You remember yourself in a much better light than I do."

Despite himself, your old friend laughs on the other end. "I'm a father now, with responsibilities! That old way of life is behind me."

You laugh with him and step back into the house, jogging upstairs to your bedroom once again. "Give me my flight details as soon as you can."

"Thank you."

That old Polaroid on the wall brings a spark to your heart this time, rather than the feeling of emptiness and nostalgia it usually does.

"Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago." You sing under your breath, just as your phone lights up with the information that sets a fire up under your ass to pack quickly— that jerk chose a flight that departs in three hours!

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[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Susan Kay's 'Phantom' Read: Part I (Madeleine)

I'm gonna start by voicing a deep dislike and annoyance for the endorsements on the back.

"Adds new depth and perspective, moving well beyond the familiar bounds of the story..." -- Publisher's Weekly

... No, it doesn't. It offers ONE person's take while actively circumventing, contradicting and ignoring canon. You can't "add new perspective" to someone else's work by making up your own shit. This is nothing more or less than Fanfiction. And Fanfiction is by no means bad, but just because it follows the basic timeline outlined by the original author, that doesn't make it any more legitimate than any other transformative/derivative work just because it's in book form.

Even more aggravating is this, from School Library Journal:

"Phantom of the Opera fans no longer need to ponder what was in Erik's past, as Kay has created one for him in this deeply moving, poignant story . . . This sad, but beautiful, novel will be especially popular with [those] who have enjoyed the current musical."

I hate that this is actively encouraging readers to accept this dross as canon. "No need to draw your own conclusions, just ape off of this author!"

All of my above statements about how THIS IS VERY MUCH NOT CANON AND SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN CONFLATED WITH LEROUX CANON TO THE EXTENT THAT IT WAS stand.

Like whether you enjoy it or not, IT'S NOT CANON.

Anyway, onto 'Madeleine'

My first question is, did Kay name her this so that later, when Erik talks about marrying Christine at the Madeleine Church, she could point back to this and go "Haha! Mommy issues!"?

Now that's aside...

So, I actually liked the writing quite a bit. There are some decently witty phrases here and a few even made me chuckle.

I personally think she spent way more time than she needed to on Madeleine, who is, I won't mince words here, an OC. There's so many details I just don't want or need.

I will be honest, I think Kay did a good job capturing Erik’s troubling characteristics and applying them what he would perhaps have been like as a child.

My biggest problem is the Renesmee of it all.

I dislike the fact that infant Erik is portrayed as having a kind of consciousness. Of course, Madeleine is an unreliable narrator, so it could easily be that she simply projected an unnatural consciousness onto him out of fear, but I somehow doubt that this is what Kay was aiming for. The way she has Madeleine describe Erik as an infant seems to indicate that, from the moment he was born, he has understood himself to be afflicted and different, which I deeply dislike.

It has always seemed to me, that, whatever skills and gifts Erik employed, Leroux's point was that, under it all, he really was nothing more than a man; that, had he been treated with acceptance, he would not have been very different to any other man. No bizarre consciousness bestowed upon him as a curse on his mother for the sin of vanity made Erik into the haunting soul that he is.

And that really does seem to be the implication here, which is a problem for me. Its one thing to write Erik's mother regarding him as a punishment from God, its quite another to actually support that idea in the text by having him develop, not only intellectually, but physically, beyond the bounds of humanity. Crawling at six months, sure. Speaking at six months and walking at 9? No. Absolutely not. We're not doing this.

Even his deformity is treated as something supernatural (which is REALLY annoying, since we know that Leroux prided himself on even his outlandish writing choices being based in reality and accepted medical knowledge of the time. We KNOW he consulted doctors about potential diseases upon which he could base Erik’s disorder (which is likely either congenital syphilis, or Gunther Disease).

Erik became what he was because he was a child like any other and couldn't understand why he was denied the affection and attention he craved as a basic instinct, what nature dictates as natural; denied his first and most basic human right--a mother's love.

It's so much more meaningful and logical that hope should be drained from him gradually as his mother continually rejects the natural order; that he should gradually come to conclude that he is an exception to Nature's established rules, and this then is what drives Erik to build himself into something extraordinary, using the exceptionally favourable gifts he was granted by God and nature.

Now I've heard about what a bitch Madeleine is, but honestly she's not half as bad as what I was expecting (at least from her own narrative). That she takes the trouble to try and educate him herself is interesting to me, but also kind of silly. Kay grants child!Erik an intellect and developmental speed that is "Nothing short of preturnatural". If you're going to treat him like a supernaturally intelligent being then why spend so much real estate on his education?

I'm also not sold on the idea that canon!Erik's mother would ever have put that much effort into fostering his intellect.

But then in my head-canon, Erik's mother put it about that Erik died in the cradle shortly after his birth and kept him hidden for his entire childhood (which frankly, I think, is the more realistic scenario--but then I would, its my headcanon).

Also, you remember when I talked about Kay ignoring and contradicting canon?

Erik has "mis-matched eyes" in this book. That's from the musical. Also he's Christened a "Erik" here (his mother tells the priest to give the baby his own name). Erik isn't actually Erik's birth name in Leroux. It's a name he adopted "By chance" in his adult life.

Overall I found this whole section very tedious, but perhaps the most upsetting thing about it for me was this.

I was told that Erik's mother is a bitch (big surprise, we all knew that).

So I was expecting gross neglect, constant verbal abuse, physical abuse etc.

Well it was surprisingly light on all of that. In fact Madeleine is self-aware enough, with the help of another OC, her friend Marie (who is the only person in this book with any rights, imho) that she's lacking as a mother, and feels guilty about this.

She even ***Spoilers*** comes around to a point where she comes to terms with having Erik for a son... just in time for him to run away after his beloved dog gets killed by a mob of local boys.

What NO ONE MENTIONED and what I found just absolutely, insane, unnecessary, and repugnant, is the treatment of Erik's voice as being inherently sexual from birth.

This excerpt, from page 7, describing Madeleine's first experience of hearing Erik cry as a newborn, sets the tone for the first half of her narrative:

And then he cried! I have no words to describe the first sound of his voice and the extraordinary response it evoked in me. I had always considered the cry of a newborn to be utterly sexless--piercing, irritating, curiously unattractive. But his voice was a strange music that brought tears rushing to my eyes, strangely seducing my body so that my breasts ached with a primitive and overwhelming urge to hold him close.

And is followed by these little gems:

I had begun to be afraid of the manner in which his voice was manipulating me. It seemed evil somehow, almost . . . incestuous.

Whatever spiritual ecstasy Father Mansart derived from those throbbing notes, my response was utterly and unequivocally physical.

The words were for God; but the voice, the exquisite, irresistible voice was for me and it pulled like a magnet somewhere deep and unseen inside my body.

I find these so particularly repugnant because after a little while this fixation with Madeleine sexualizing her son's voice... just stops. It goes nowhere, and there's no real reason given for why it stops being a theme. I'm completely baffled and disturbed as to why this is in here at all, especially because Leroux describes Erik's voice in many ways (angelic, sweet, beautiful, pure, triumphant, powerful, sinister) but he never explicitly attributes sexual attraction to it, even from Christine's perspective. Christine is so viscerally transported by the beauty of his song because it is beautiful music and she's a freak for music, not because his voice's default setting is "automatic aphrodisiac".

Erik does seduce Christine with his voice, that's absolutely true, but only because that's what he intends it to do, not because that's just what it does on its own.

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#phantom of the opera #poto #commentary on 'Phantom' #kaynon vs. canon

[blacksapphrodite]

Love and Beauty Hair Spritz🌹

Rose water, rose water, oh how I love rose water. This post is about rose water--well, water in general--and natural hair. And hair magic, of course! My natural hair journey has been...a bit of a trip. I tried all kinds of fancy products, methods, creams, oils, butters. Nothing really worked (on it's own, anyway). My hair was always dry, brittle and thinning. It’s still recovering, to be completely honest, but I’ve finally learned the secret to keep my hair soft, and glowing and healthy.

Water.

Water, water, water. Everyone will tell you that 4c hair loves water, but I don’t think they emphasize quite enough how important it is to make sure your hair is getting pretty much drenched at least once a week. I have a weekly wash day with a hydrating shampoo. From there, I deep condition with a good conditioner and oils and heat, and then seal it with a nice hair butter or cream (I’m using camille rose atm and I'ma big fan). From there I put it into 4-8 braids, and it’ll be soft, much easier to manage, and hold styles much better. For a few years I never knew my hair could be soft. And once I knew that, and knew how to keep my hair healthy, I felt safe playing with magic mixtures and tinctures to use on it. And that’s where rose water comes in.

Uses of Rosewater

Rose water is great. It smells nice, it looks nice in a glass bottle on your vanity, it’s simple to make and it’s great for you too. I love to use it on my face, and it’s nice to spritz on your sheets so you can lounge in bed like a 1950s movie star. It’s great for your hair too! It promotes growth, is anti-inflammatory and has a high vitamin content to boot. Plus, roses and magic? A match made in heaven.

Of course they can be used in love magic, so if you’re looking to attract that special someone, you’re already on the right track. Some people say roses can be used to substitute almost any flower in a spell, so it’s good as a base for almost any other spell you can think of as well. It’s perfect for glamour spells, too. Want to look beautiful? More confident? Looking to attract the right kind of attention? Rose water in your hair is a great place to start. Below is my favorite rose water hair spritz for my thirsty, thirsty 4c hair (make sure you moisturize those ends!!). There’s a couple of suggestions afterwards, too! You’ll want to start with rose water as your base, add any other liquids of your choice in smaller amounts, and some drops of your favorite hair oil. Depending on the oil you use, this would make a great facial spritz, too!

Bunny's Beauty Water

2 parts Rose Water (love, beauty)

1 part Aloe Vera Juice (success, protection, love)

A few drops of sweet almond oil (wealth, abundance, love)

A few drops of vanilla extract (love, beauty)

Avocado oil (love, beauty)

A few drops of jojoba oil (love)

Spoonful of coconut oil if you like!

Mix all of this together in a spray bottle, shake it up and use on your hair at least once a day, more likely twice. If you leave out the coconut oil, it would make an amazing face spritzer as well!

(I'm cleaning up my blog and reposting some of my spells/etc that were once hosted on my website.💕)

#witchcraft #witchblr #love magick #beauty magic #beauty witchcraft #beauty spells #love spells #witches of tumblr #flower magic #natural hair #4c hair #hair magick #glamour magick #my spells #grimoire

[thelonesomequeen]

As a blog that’s been around a while…..can confirm. Lol 🧜🏻‍♀️/ I like and have been following Chris' work since his fantastic 4 days but only started to be into gossip/his personal life since the pandemic, so I really didn't follow his past relationships much (just what I read in magazines). I have to admit I liked him with Jenny, I bought the - nerdy girl gets the hot guy, that's so cute - narrative they sold but had no idea at the time that the timeline of their relationship was so shady. Since you have been here for a while and followed both Minka and Jenny eras can I ask you what are the main things you think he is doing in this relationship that he didn't do in his previous ones (besides getting married, lol)? In the people's sma interview he said that his age and experience make him a much better partner now than when he was younger. From the perspective of someone that has been following his career and personal life for a while do you think that he was being honest when he said that and didn't say it just to look good?

From the perspective of someone that has been following his career and personal life for a while do you think that he was being honest when he said that and didn't say it just to look good?

No, I don’t think he was just saying that. I do believe that’s a true statement. Not because Chris specifically said it, but because I think it’s human nature for all of us to learn from relationships and grow as we move forward into the next relationship. Even if things don’t end well, I think there’s always something to be learned. For example—I had an ex who only ever wanted to discuss important topics via text. He was awful at conversation and communication in general. I hated having big conversations via text because I couldn’t pick up on his facial expressions or mood and it made it so hard to read where he was at on some things. We got into an argument at one point and I brought it up about how we constantly had miscommunication errors because we could never have face to face conversations and that bothered me. We ended up breaking up for various reasons, but a few years down the line he actually thanked me for that moment of calling his shit out because it made him a more present partner in his next relationship going forward. Even if things end poorly, I think there’s always something to learn about yourself, what you do and don’t want out of relationships/what you’re willing to tolerate or compromise on, or just how to be a better partner in your next relationship. Chris is much older than I am and if I’ve been able to learn that lesson from my interactions, I’m sure he has as well.

As for what’s different, I think that’s hard to answer from a public standpoint because the differences are probably more noticeable in private between those who personally know him. But from what we can see, he’s willing to be public with her. Posting the photo montage and scare video montage he did of Alba was something I never expected to see from him because he had never put a significant other on his social media like that before. The best Jenny ever got was her voice in a video of Dodger. He also brought her on the Vanity Fair red carpet with him and posed at an official/big industry event. Yes, he did take a picture with Jenny at the premiere of Secret Life of Pets, but that was so low key in comparison to an Oscars after party. I also feel like while it sucks to see him disappear on social media, I feel like he’s made that change to protect the people he cares about the most from his more rabid fans by limiting their access to him. He’s not as open about his whereabouts as he used to be back when he constantly shared IG stories or pictures from his life. And his willingness to travel for Alba. I always expected when he got married, the woman would really have to mold her life around him and where he wanted to be. But he’s taken trips back and forth to Portugal with her and they’re getting their own places there, so he clearly intends to keep doing that in their own space there. I didn’t expect to see that from him because there were plenty of times with Minka and Jenny when they needed to be back in LA for things and he stayed home in MA 🦎

[the-sixxth-sinner]

To: my future self

Fandoms: Mötley Crüe

Characters: Nikki Sixx

Word count: 552

Warnings: death mention, depressive talk in general

A/N: Merry Christmas :)

(special thanks to @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands for the inspiration <3)

Dec 23rd, 1987

Hey Sixxdog,

I'm not sure how you'll find this letter, if you'll find this letter at all, but I guess I needed to yell at the void for a second, and you’re the only one that could understand me.

How do I put this? I don't think we're gonna make it. 

My… our… lifestyle is just not sustainable and I’m afraid that soon we’ll crash and burn just like our dreams and the dreams of millions of our fans.

I would never admit it, but I can’t stop thinking about what the fortune teller told me last night. Li’s words, “Nikki, they’re never wrong”, are still echoing in my brain, like daggers jamming into the back of my head, and there’s a sensation in my chest, a cold hand grasping my heart, that just won’t leave.

Let’s face it: I look, feel and act like death is at my doorstep, so my days are numbered. When I look at myself in the mirror I see someone who’s been through hell and is never coming back. I feel empty, cold, dead inside, I feel like I don’t have a soul anymore (if I ever had one)... I feel like a fucking zombie and it gets worse and worse with every day that goes by. I behave like an asshole with my mates and every time I open my damn mouth, I instantly regret it and I don’t even have the guts to say sorry…

I am 29 years old and I fear that it’s too late for me to find true love… Everyone in the band has a chick except for me… And if I’ll ever find the girl of my dreams and start a family with her, what example would I be for my children? I’d just end up like my father…

I’m not gonna lie to you, me, I’m scared of dying. I’m scared shitless. All this time I kinda wished that death would finally take me, but hell, now that it seems that my time has come, I don’t want it to be. I just… I just need some time to get my shit together and then… and then… Ugh, I don’t know, I feel like I already wasted that opportunity completely, back in ‘85, it has all gone downhill since then. But now… if… if I die (there, I said it), I have the feeling that I won’t be back.

And to be honest with you, I don’t think I would want to come back.

So, this is my goodbye.

Goodbye Tommy, you’ve been a good friend to me. The best friend I ever had, in fact.

Goodbye Vince, I know we didn’t always get along, but I’m gonna miss you on the other side.

Goodbye Mick, thank you for all the support, despite the fact that I never showed you how much you meant to me.

Goodbye future self, I wish I could meet you one day, you seem like a cool dude. But I know that’ll never happen, so it’s kinda weird to say goodbye to someone you never met, especially if that someone is yourself.

Goodbye to all my friends, to our manager, to our producers, to Fred, to Karen, to Vanity… and to all my fans.

Please keep going for me.

Nikki

#sinner writings #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #motley crue fanfiction #very short piece that i needed to get out of my head as soon as ale posted that letter for nikki's bd #its not my finest work but i like it anyway #can you feel the christmas cheer in the air? yeah that was me. i did that while i was writing this

[justcallmeely]

Oh Mr. Evans

pairings : Chris Evans & Fem!Reader

synopsis : Chris suggest that you and him should go out with his friends for a celebration.

warnings : none i think

*also, english is not my first language so sorry if theyre any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

-CHRIS' POV-

She winked at me and I had the softest smile on my face, she really makes me feel like I can be myself without making me feel bad about myself.

I walked into my room which is just a few doors down from her room. Dodger went with her to her room so im by myself. Dodger never left her side since I got him, its honestly cute seeing Dodge being so happy with her.

"I should start getting ready, we'll be leaving in an hour" I think while looking at my phone for the time.

I walk into my closet and pick out an outfit. Then I lay it on my bed while making my way to my bathroom in my room. I undress and put on some music like I always do. I hop into the shower. I hum some of the songs on the playlist made for me.

-A couple minutes later-

I get out the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I walk into my room and see that Dodge's on my bed and my outfit that I had originally picked out is now a black and white tropical flannel with a tank top, some black jeans and sneakers. I chuckle and pet Dodge while taking me phone looking for Y/N's contact texting her.

Chris

Thank you for the new outfit

Y/N

It was no problem, and you weren't leaving the house with that outfit you picked out, especially when you're going out with me and there'll be paparazzi.

Chris

I- what was wrong with the outfit I picked? I thought it looked good

Y/N

Really.

A blue shirt w/ red pairs of pants yellow socks and boots. Might as well be Superman instead of Captain America bc what was that outfit Christopher

Chris

You are honestly the meanest person I've ever met.

Y/N

Not mean, just honest :)

Chris

Whatever, are you almost ready?

Y/N

Yeah almost

Chris

Alright see you soon, let me get ready now

Y/N

Alright &lt;3

I smile as I close my phone while putting it down, I look at Dodger who's drooling all over my comforter, but I didn't mind. I pet him and smile while changing.

-Y/N's POV-

You put your phone down while putting the finishing touches on my makeup. YOU then stand up from your vanity and head over to you closet and put on my lace underwear and bra. You then take about 20 minutes finding a perfect outfit because you know they'll be paparazzi and fans there so you'll love to have at least decent looking photos of you tonight.

You put on a short silk green dress with black heels/ sandal. You went back to your vanity and sat down while slicking you hair back in the low bun (like in the photo) and put on some rings and small gold hoop earring not being extra.

I then send a text to Chris asking if he was ready.

Y/n

Hey you almost ready?

Chris

Yeah, im just checking on Seb to see if he's ready.

Y/N

Alright, ill call Lisa and ask if she can come over and watch Dodge, I don't want leave him alone

Chris

I just talked to Seb he's bringing a friend, his names Anthony.

Y/N

More people haha... yay! ha..

Chris

Everything okay?

Y/N

yeah everything's great 👍���

Chris

Im coming over to you Y/N.

Chris has always been protective of you ever since you came to the US from England in your high school years. You guys have been inseparable since you guys met and Chris always finds a way to find out when somethings wrong. Its like his sixth sense or something.

You didn't really want to go to the bar with Chris and his friends, you just wanted to stay home and watch some movies. But Chris put in all the effort to make you have the best night for getting the new role, so you're going along with it because you didn't want him to feel bad.

-CHRIS' POV-

I exhale softly while looking at the texts between me and Y/N. I knew something was wrong, she's been acting weird since I told her we're going out to celebrate for her getting the new role.

"I need to see what's up with her.." I think while putting my phone in my pocket and walking over to her room.

I knock at her door and she opens the door. I see something is wrong but I don't want to bring it up.

"are you okay?" I asked.

 "Im okay Chris" She gives me a reassuring smile, but I know somethings bothering her but Ill let her tell me when she's ready too, I don't want to push her.

"Alright, uh we're about to leave are you ready?" I look at her while trying to change the topic.

 "Yeah let me just get my bag and i'll meet you outside" She smiles softly at me and I leave her room.

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Hey Guys!

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'll make sure to add some smut and some seggsy stuff in the next chapter! Make sure to leave a vote and comment what you thought of the chapter ill love to hear your guys opinions on this story. <3 And also this is my story on Wattpad with the same title! That story is currently in editing so im not posting there, so there maybe some different things from here and the book. So i hoped you enjoyed it!

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #cevans #justcallmeely

[john-langley-bristol-blogger]

And WHO exactly is Sam Smith?

Opinions will no doubt be divided when it comes to answering that particular question, I'm sure, and not all favourable either. From my iconoclastic viewpoint, as ever, I would say he, yes, HE has mastered the ability to infinitely crawl up his own backside and out again more successfully than anything Houdini could have achieved as an escapologist.

Why? Because Sam Smith in reality is nothing more than an illusion. A manufactured figure who would be an absolute nothing if it wasn't for the spotlight of television and a pawn in that particular game that sucks up to HIS own vanity. You see, years ago in order to become a 'celebrity' you'd have had to work your way up from the bottom of the ladder, touring the clubs night after night, building your following, and then getting noticed if you were lucky enough and proved your talent. Even though that still didn't guarantee any promise of real success to superstar level.

If you've never heard of a rock band called 'Dumpy's Rusty Nuts' then count this as your introduction to them. Not that I'm in any way an expert fan or anything, I'm simply aware of their existence and the fact they've been around a very long time and are hugely, and I mean hugely successful. They've built their fanbase from sheer hard work, trudging up and down motorways to venue after venue, night after night, and relentlessly pursuing their passion for playing to audiences that range from hundreds into stadium numbers supporting much bigger artists, and can quite rightly qualify for the title 'legendary'.

Sam Smith, on the other hand, is nothing more than a manufactured puppet of an industry that views him as a mere product of its own making, and to be honest, I feel sorry for HIM as much as I do for those who have bought into HIS brand of egotistical bullshit. Like so many acts before HIM, he's become a creation who serves a purpose until such time as HIS bubble bursts and the next potential to extensively hype turns up. Like the majority before him though, he's so far up HIS own rear end with ego that he believes HE is something HE isn't, and somehow God's gift to a music industry that quite frankly couldn't give a damn as long as they're making money out of HIM while it lasts, and so, consequently the entire entertainment industry will mollycoddle him, blow constant smoke up HIS backside by sycophantly telling HIM how wonderful HE is because they know HE'LL buy into their grovelling, doff capping, yes sir, no sir, three bags full, sir, have whatever you want that makes you happy, further ego-inflating bullshit as everything about him screams ME, ME, look at ME, and how wonderful 'I' believe 'I' AM!

Just how people don't see through this bullshit amazes me. Have we really, honestly, and actually turned into a nation of such sheeple that we've come to the stage where we simply and readily buy into such bullshit with eyes wide closed?

How is it that we are so, so easily led as to not think that everyone in the background of this Sam Smith phenomenon isn't in it for what they can get out of it? The manager who takes a cut, the agent, the record label, the publicist, the costume designer, the make-up artist, the accountant, the tour manager, the personal assistant etc, etc - and all rubbing their hands from the smell of potential lucre as long as HE remains flavour of the month.

Now, I'm not against anyone earning an honest living, and neither am I suggesting there is anything dishonest within the Sam Smith circle of business interests, I simply find this entire sycophantic industry that relies on having to manufacture talent in order to sustain itself quite false and putrifying, and yes, while I concede to the fact that Dumpy's Rusty Nuts will also have their outgoings in terms of fees to management and an agent, and probably others along the way of their career they are more celebrity than Sam Smith can ever hope to be without the ego and publicity machine that has hyped HIM to faux-stardom, and in some circles at least, will live to achieve more in their forty plus year career than HE can ever hope for.

#john langley bristol writer #john langley author #john langley blog #john langley bristol #sam smith #Dumpy's Rusty Nuts #capitol #songs #tumblr #google #john langley death's door diaries bristol #death door diaries

[deadlydelicious]

maybe this is me being a fandom old, but I think it really speaks to something about the death of the old 'individual' led internet and the take over of corporate entities in social media space that these days when you search a character name or show title on youtube you just get an avalanche of episode clips from like NBC or ABC's official channel, mixed in with 'cast interviews' from Vanity Fair or James Cordan

I miss when you searched for a character or show on youtube, and what you got was fanvideos made with passion and dedication by fans. I can remember watching so many fanvideos for things like The 100, Doctor Who, and Stargate. I discovered one of my favorite albums because a Primeval fanvideo maker used that band so much, I discovered movies and shows I never would have heard of because I came across them in multifandom videos and became intrigued by their chemistry. I have seen fanvideos for Black Sails and The Untamed that legit rewrote my understanding of the shows themselves. fuck, I even used to make Teen Wolf fanvideos back in the fandom season 3/4 peak

and now those types of videos are near impossible to find. I know they're still out there, that people even still make them, but they are forcibly buried in a algorithm that favors corporate entities over honest expressions of fan adoration, and I think its a massive factor in what is legitimately killing fan culture

#fandom #its very depressing #youtube #fanvid #fan video