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Lost In The Fire | P.SH

「pairing」 : sunghoon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 3.4k

「synopsis」 : you were a bored college student who didn't have very many friends, so when you stumble upon an old grimoire in a bookshop, you can't help but let your curiosity peak. you were warned to not cast one of the spells, but as luck would have it, you ended up casting that very spell, and you ended up face-to-face with Sunghoon. the incubus that you had summoned by mistake, but it was too late to go back now.

「genre」 : smut with little to no plot, incubus!sunghoon, human!reader

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, demon summoning, cussing, mentions of hell, petnames (kitten, doll, princess...), unprotected sex, choking, slight breath play, oral (fem. receiving), making out, dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, manhandling, bulge kink, breeding, creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, edging, lmk if I missed anything!

「notes」 : this is for a very special birthday girl; everyone say happy birthday chelsea! (@ak4e7a) 🎊 I hope that you have a wonderful day bbg and you enjoy it to the fullest!! I honestly can't remember where this idea sprung up from, but I hope that you like it 🖤

It was well after midnight, and here you were, sitting on your bed with your legs crossed underneath you, a dusty, old grimoire sitting in your lap. You grabbed another chip out of the bag lying next to you as you flipped through the pages, trying to find the one that the girl at the bookstore showed you.

“Here it is.” You mumbled, dusting your hands off on your pajama pants and looking at the page with the yellow sticky note on it. Then you flipped to the next page, seeing a blue sticky note sticking to the page as well. Pursing your lips, you flipped between the pages, trying to remember what she had said.

“Make sure you’re casting the correct spell; otherwise, you’ll be summoning a demon.” That’s what she had told you, but you can’t recall which one it was that she had told you not to cast. Was it the blue one? Or the yellow one?

“I'm pretty sure it was the blue one that she said not to cast.” You hummed but then turned back to the previous page. "Or was it the yellow?” With a click of your tongue, you turned back to the page with the blue sticky note. " No, blue has to be the right one; yellow just screams caution.” Shrugging, you uncrossed your legs and stood, walking over to your desk to lay the book down.

Skimming through the instructions and list of materials needed, you stepped away to gather everything and set up the summoning circle.

Once everything was prepped and set up you grabbed the grimoire once more and read the last of the instructions.

“Lights need to be off, and make sure to light the candles in the right order…” You mumbled the instructions to yourself as you walked over to the light switch, turning the bedroom lights off. Blinking a few times, you let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the room before walking back over to the summoning circle.

You sit the heavy book on the bed and grab the lighter that was on your nightstand. After reading the correct order once more, you move to the circle and start to light the candles. The air in the room slowly starts to buzz with static, making the hairs on the back of your neck and arms stand up.

“Okay, last one.” You whispered before lighting the last candle and stepping back to admire your hard work. Letting out a sigh, you grab the grimoire off of your bed and trace the mantra with your finger, repeating it in your head a few times to make sure you’re saying it correctly.

Once you were sure that you had it memorized, you looked away from the book and stared right at the center of the circle. As soon as the words started to leave your lips, the flames on the candles started to burn brighter, and a gust of wind swept through the room.

An uneasy feeling started to settle in the pit of your stomach, but you tried your best to ignore it as you finished saying the mantra. However, when the last word left your lips, the candles went out as a huge gust of wind blew over you, causing you to cover your face with the grimoire. 

When the wind settled down, you brought the book away from your face, eyes focused on the summoning circle. You saw a figure of sorts standing in the center, but the darkness made it hard to see it fully.

A gasp fell from your lips when all of the candles relit themselves and the figure in the middle of the room became more clear. However, as soon as your eyes focused on the new light, you knew something wasn’t right.

Your eyes caught sight of the pair of deep red horns sitting upon his blonde hair. Trailing down, you took in what he was wearing: a black skin-tight sleeveless bodysuit showing off his arms. The muscle flexed slightly as he moved to look at you, his eyebrow quirking up at the sight of you just standing there. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his slacks, the same shade of black as his top, but the tail that was swaying softly behind him caught your attention.

Noticing the confusion in your eyes, Sunghoon smirked, tilting his head, “Not what you were expecting?”

Your whole body jolted at the sound of his voice, eyes shooting up to meet his before quickly looking back down at the grimoire that was still in your hands. Reading through the description of the spell you had just cast caused dread to wash over your body.

You had cast the wrong summoning spell.

“Shit.” You cursed quietly before looking back at the blonde male, “No, I did the wrong one; you need to go back.” Your voice wavered in panic as you realized that you had summoned the demon the girl had warned you about. What’s worse is he wasn’t just your regular ole demon. No. He was an incubus.

A sex demon.

Sunghoon’s lip twitched in amusement as he watched you fumble with the grimoire in your hands. Stepping out of the circle, he started to slowly stalk towards you, “You want me to go back?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, your heart racing under your ribs as he got closer, and you nodded your head. You started to step back when he got within arm's reach, but with every step back, he took another forward. “Hate to break it to you, doll, but that’s not how it works.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, hands clutching the grimoire to your chest as he leaned down until he was at eye level with you.

Sunghoon smirked, the point of his canine peeking out from behind his lips, soaking in the terror swirling in your eyes. He then reached forward, plucking the book from your hands with ease and tossing it off to the side.

“You have two options here,” His voice was smooth as he brought his hand up to your face, the tip of his fingers tracing your jaw as you stared at him with wide eyes. “You can either finish the ritual you so carelessly started or…” He trailed on as he moved his fingers down to your neck before encasing your throat in his palm, resulting in a choked gasp to leave your lips, and your hands instantly go up to wrap around his wrist. “I take you back to hell with me. The demons down there love fresh meat.” A sinister chuckle falls from his lips as he takes in your petrified expression, “Which is it gonna be, kitten?”

Your mind was reeling, fear and panic flooding your veins, but there was something else. The feeling of his hand around your neck and warm breath fanning your face left a burning in your tummy, a feeling you knew all too well and cursed yourself for feeling like that right now. Your thighs start to subconsciously rub together, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was no use the longer Sunghoon had a hold of you.

Sunghoon already knew he had you in the palm of his hand the moment he saw you rubbing your tights together. His hand tightens around your throat as he moves closer to your body, a small squeak leaving your lips as a result.

“Though I think we both know what you want.” Your breath hitched in your throat when his lips brushed the shell of your ear. Heat traveled all throughout your body, coating your skin in a shade of red, causing the male to smirk.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his lips on your jaw, his free hand bruising over the exposed skin of your tummy, sending your stomach flipping. The grip you had on his wrist tightened as you tried not to let your mind fall into the pit of lust it so desperately wanted to. 

However, all of your resolve crumbled when his tail coiled around your thigh, pulling it away from the other. A choked gasp fell from your parted lips when his knee made contact with your throbbing core.

Sunghoon pulled away to take in your hooded eyes, lust pooling in your blown-out pupils, and he couldn’t help but snicker about how easy it was to get you to submit. He then let his hand slip past the waistband of your pajama pants, cupping your dripping cunt in his hand, relishing in the moan that slips from your parted lips.

“You mortals are so easy,” He smirked, bringing his face closer to yours once more, your eyes flickering up to meet his, “I just have to push the right buttons–” he pressed against your clothed clit, causing you to gasp, “and you turn into putty.”

A whine falls from your lips as he pulls away from you, but you are quickly silenced when he grabs your body, tossing you onto the soft material of your mattress. It only took seconds before Sunghoon had his body slotted between your parted legs, pressing his growing bulge against your core.

Sunghoon grabbed your wandering hands, pinning them above your head and moving down until he was a breath away from your face. 

“Sunghoon.” You looked at him, confused by the sudden name. " It's my name. Say it,” he demanded, pressing his body further against yours.

“Sunghoon.” You mewled as he rolled his hips against yours, and as soon as his name left your tongue, his lips were on yours, stealing all of the breath from your lungs.

His hand released yours, allowing you to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His hands, however, traveled the length of your body, pulling and tugging at the fabric of your clothes. Growing impatient, he pulled away from your lips, tearing your shirt off of your body and unclasping your bra before throwing both to the ground. 

Latching his lips to the exposed skin of your collarbone, you gasped, hands flying to his head, racking your fingers through his locks but stopping short when you felt his horn between your fingers. You traced along the edges of it listening to the groan that was pulled from his lungs, the sound sending goosebumps all over your skin.

Just then, his hand slipped under the waistband of your bottoms and underwear, pulling them off of your body in one swift motion. Your grip on his horn suddenly grew tighter when his fingers parted your folds, collecting some of your slick before pressing harshly on your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out, head falling back at the new sensation and your back arching off of the bed. Sunghoon chuckled against your skin as he took in all of the sounds that were leaving your lips every time he rubbed your clit before moving down to tease your slit.

Your hand slipped from his head as he kissed down the valley of your breast, lingering for a moment to feel your heartbeat against his skin. However, the scent of your wetness was driving him crazy, and he wanted a taste.

“You smell so sweet.” The growl he let out was almost animalistic as he came face to face with your weeping pussy, watching your hole clench around nothing. You whined as his warm breath washed over your skin, making you acutely aware of how close he was. “I need a taste before I pump you full of my cum.” 

His words had your eyes rolling back, a small plea falling from your lips, causing him to chuckle. Not another word left his lips as he grabbed your thighs, keeping them parted as he buried his face in your cunt.

“Sunghoon!” You screamed his name, hands flying to his head once more, but instead of grabbing his hair, you wrapped your fingers around his horn. A groan reverberated from his chest, sending vibrations straight to your cunt, causing another loud moan to leave your lips.

“You’re so noisy, kitten. Aren’t you worried that the neighbors will hear you?” Sunghoon teased you, the vibrations of his voice making your back arch off the bed, pushing your pussy further into his face. Chuckling darkly, he moves his hand to your lower tummy, pushing down hard enough to keep you in place, “such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 

“Pleas–” Your words caught in your throat when he latched his lips to your clit once more, sucking harshly before moving down to prod at your slit with the tip of his tongue. The sensation was driving you mad. The pleasure that was flooding your body was almost too much.

Sunghoon continued this pattern until your legs were trembling around his head, and you were crying out that you were going to cum. However, right before you came, he pulled away from your soaping cunt, causing a whine to leave your lips, eyes begging him to continue.

Smiling coyly, he moved back up your body until he was face to face with you once more, “Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll get to cum, just on my cock.”

You gasped when his lips smashed into yours, the taste of yourself making your head spin. Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and your head fell back when you felt the head of his dick poking at your entrance.

“Sunghoon!” You choked out as he trailed the tip of his dick from your entrance to your clit before just barely slipping it into your walls. He watched with an amused smirk as you squirmed underneath him, begging for him to just fuck you.

“You want my cock kitten?” Sunghoon cooed as he slipped just the tip in once more, but this time, he didn’t move anymore. He hummed, reaching up to trace your jaw with his fingers once more, catching your attention. “You want me to fuck you full of my cum. Is that what you want, princess?”

Your head bobbed up and down like a broken bobblehead, lust-glazed eyes pleading with him, but it wasn’t enough for him. No, Sunghoon wanted to hear those words leave your pretty lips. A whimper left your lips as his hand wrapped around your throat, and the tears that had built up in the corner of your eyes started to fall.

“Say it.” He demanded, grip tightening around your pretty neck until your breathing was almost cut off entirely.

“Please, Sunghoon, fuck me and fill my pussy your cum.” You croaked, hands wrapping around his wrist, more pleas leaving your lips, but you were quickly cut off, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.

Sunghoon groaned at how tightly your walls were squeezing him. The warmth of your walls drove him up a wall, and he started moving, barely giving you a chance to adjust. Choked moans and cries fell from your lips as his hips pistoned into yours, his fingers still firmly clasped around your throat.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He groaned as your gummy walls clenched around him. 

His hips snapped into yours at a harsh pace, making your brain turn to mush. Looking down, he took in the sight of your already fucked out expression, a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Don’t tell me I’ve already fucked you stupid; we just started, kitten.” He delivered a peculiarly hard thrust to your soaked cunt, eliciting a choked scream from your lungs, “Has no one ever fucked this pussy like this, hmm?” He asks but chuckles when all that leaves your lips are incoherent words.

Removing his hand from your throat, he moved down to grab both of your hips, granting him more leverage to fuck into you. A flurry of cries and moans leave your parted lips when he throws one of your legs over his shoulder, wanting to fuck you deeper.

“Shit, this pussy is mine from now on, got it?” He growled, fucking into you with an animalistic pace leaving you lying there breathless, stars dancing across your vision. When he didn’t get a response, he moved one hand down to pinch your clit, pulling a sharp cry from your lungs. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes! Yours! All yours, Sunghoon! Oh my god!” You screamed out, eyes rolling and fingers digging into the comforter underneath you.

Smiling sinisterly, Sunghoon moved his hand away from your clit to push down on your stomach, right where he could feel himself fucking into you. This action had you whining, back arching against his hand.

“Fuck! Sunghoon, I’m gonna cum!” You cried, one of your hands going down to grab his wrist, and your body started to tremble in his hold.

“Gonna cum already doll?” He teased, rolling his dick deeper into your walls, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Go ahead. Make a mess all over my cock kitten.”

With a few more thrusts, your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, nearly knocking all of the air from your lungs. Sunghoon groaned as your velvet walls squeezed around him like a vice, but his pace never faltered as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Sung– fuck!” You mewled as your high started to fade, only to be replaced with a sensitivity that left you whining, nails digging into the skin of his forearm.

“Be a good girl now, you’ll get my cum soon.” He leaned forward, folding your body until he was inches away from your face, “just like you wanted.” 

Then he stood straight and fucked into your gushing hole with renowned vigor, his grip on your hips being the only thing keeping you from melting into the mattress completely.

“Sunghoon!” His name left your tongue like a chant when he brushed over your sweet spot, jolts of pleasure sweeping across your body.

With a dark gaze, Sunghoon positioned his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, causing tears to stream down your face. Your head fell back with a loud whine when he pressed against the bulge on your lower stomach again, relishing the way your body was reacting to his actions.

“‘S too much!” You cried out, the pleasure suddenly overwhelming your senses as another high crept up, but Sunghoon didn’t slow his pace nor move his hand. Instead, he moved his thumb to your clit, causing your body to shake viciously.

“Aw, is it really too much?” He cooed with a smug smirk, “Then why do you keep sucking me in?” 

A sharp cry left your parted lips when he pressed down on your clit once more, sending your body over the edge. White spots clouded your vision as silent screams fell from your lips, and your whole body shook as Sunghoon fucked you through yet another orgasm.

“Fuck I’m cumming.” Sunghoon groaned, his thrust faltering as he spilled his seed deep in your womb. The warmth that spread throughout your body was making you delirious, like he had just given you some kind of drug.

Lust fully took over your brain as he slowed his thrusts, and Sunghoon looked down, taking in the expression on your face, a cocky smirk playing on his lips, already knowing what had happened.

You whined as he pulled his still-hard cock from your weeping walls, begging him to put it back in, causing him to click his tongue. In a split second, he had you flipped over on your stomach, hands tugging on your hips until they were where he wanted them before teasing your entrance with his tip once more, listening to you whine and beg him.

“We’re not done yet, kitten,” He leaned over your body, chest flat against your back as his warm breath fanned your ear, “I still have so much more left to give you.” He pressed a searing kiss to your temple before pulling back and thrusting into you once more.

He fucked you all night long until he spilled every last drop of his cum into your womb, not letting a single drop leave as he plugged your hole with his dick keeping it all deep inside.

“You’re mine.” Those were the last words that you heard leave his lips before your vision faded to black.

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[cameronspecial]

we all kmow drew loves to read and staying in, let’s make Dad!Drew staying in for the weekend and read to his 2 yo daughter and everything (hanging out, taking cute pics, doing her hair, play house) while reader going out with her friends and she felt a little guilty but he assured her that he loves spending time with their baby, so she should stop worrying.

Me And My Lady

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Suggestion of Sex At The End

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.7K

Masterlist

“You be Ken, Daddy, and I be Chelsea,” Elizabeth orders, handing her father the doll. Most kids are obsessed with the titular character of Barbibe; however, Drew’s daughter loves her Chelsea doll with a passion. He takes it without hesitation, “'Cause I'm just Ken, anywhere else I'd be a ten. Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?” The singing goes over his daughter’s head and she begins the dialogue of the game. He isn’t too sure what exactly is going on; only catching every other word. He does hear cheating and divorce though, so he makes a mental note to ask Y/N if she has been watching Real Housewives with their daughter again. 

Around half an hour later, the young girl complains about being hungry, so the two of them get to cook dinner. He watches as the small hand grips the spatula and waves it back and forward, spreading tomato sauce over the lasagna slices. She accidentally yanks the utensil upward, which causes a splash of red to land on her nose. Drew laughs and Elizabeth goes crossed eyes to try to see what he is laughing at. This makes him laugh even harder and she joins in on the cheery mood. He takes the phone out, letting her put some sauce on his nose and angling the camera at both of them. They make a funny face and he takes multiple pictures. After their small photo shoot, the two of them finish making the lasagna and eat up their reward for their effort. He checks the time to see that it is the little one’s bedtime soon. “It’s bath time,” he announces. Excitement crosses her face because she loves being in the water. He helps her out of the chair and chuckles when she rushes to the bathroom. “Come on, Daddy,” she beckons from the other room. He jogs after her to find her sorting through her toys already, trying to figure out which one she wants to play with. The one thing she hates about bathtime is the three toys limit. 

He steps over the toys and plugs the drain so the tub will fill when he turns the tap on. As the water begins to occupy the hollow porcelain, Drew turns to his daughter and opens the cabinet beside the bath. “Do you want bubbles and what bath bomb do you want?” he questions. She looks up from her toys and examines the choices, “Can I use one of Mommy’s?” The cabinet is filled with bubbles for both Y/N and Elizabeth, but the bath bombs are divided between the two of them. Elizabeth’s are colourful and shaped in different forms, such as cats, unicorns, or dogs, while Y/N’s are more focused on the scents so they are less colourful and just round. Knowing his wife wouldn’t mind sharing, he nods. “Bubbles, please, and that one,” she answers, pointing to the light pink bath bomb that smells of roses. Drew grabs both of the chosen items, “Those are fine choices, My Lady.” Elizabeth giggles at the funny accent he uses and accepts the round object he hands her, dropping it into the tub when he instructs her to. 

Once the bubbles are in and the water is at an appropriate height, he helps her undress and sets her into the tub. He hands her the duck, the mermaid, and the boat she chose to play with, accepting the mermaid she gave him. “And we can swim all night together,” she recounts. The duck slaps against the water under the grip of the daughter. The force produces a large splash that hits her father in the face. His face scrunches as the water makes contact and drips to his neck. “Hahaha,” she yells. Drew fakes an angry look, “Grrr. You think that’s funny, Little Lady?” He dips his hand in the water and flicks some at his daughter. Her giggles intensify and she tries to get away from the attack. The warmth soon leaves her, creating a shiver in her. Upon seeing this, the father grabs the ducky hood towel from the hook and takes her out of the tub. He wraps it around her and runs his hands up and down her arms to create some heat. The floor is soaked because of their playing, so he takes a second to dry it with the floor towel. 

With the floor clean, he carries her to her room and they get her changed into her pyjamas. He runs the towel over her hair to get out as much moisture as he can. He takes the brush she hands him and runs it through her hair to get rid of the knots created in the bath. “Do we want one braid or two?” he confirms. She hmms for a little, “Two Fwench braids, please.” He divides her hair into two and then separates one of the sections into three. He begins weaving the strands together like his wife taught him and sings with his daughter whilst she waits for him to finish. 

“There you go, My Lady. Why don’t you go choose a bedtime story?” he encourages, watching her run to her bookcase. She spends about a minute looking at her options before choosing a book he knows she is going to pick because it has been her choice for a few nights now. She patters back to him and he helps her onto her big girl bed. Her head rests against his shoulder. He pretends he doesn’t see her thumb in her mouth even though Y/N would kill him for not stopping it. He thumbs through the book to find where they stopped last night and clears his throat to start reading. “To be, or not to be, that is the question.” The English major side of him loves that his daughter likes to read Shakespeare. He is sure she doesn’t understand anything he reads, yet he knows she enjoys it because she is always so attentive and she’ll ask what certain words will mean. Drew looks past the inappropriate subject matter of Hamlet for the two-year-old because it feels like a bonding experience for him. It is one of the reasons why he isn’t angry at Y/N for watching Real Housewives with Elizabeth. 

Ten minutes later, he fills her head relax as it digs into his muscles. He closes the book and kisses her forehead. His hand raises the blanket to her chin, turning on the night light. “I love you, My Lady,” he whispers. 

———

Drew is reading through Othello because he thinks it is what he and Elizabeth should read after Hamlet. She’ll like the witches’ scene. He hears the front door open and close. He shuts the book, placing it on the side table as his wife walks through the bedroom door. “Hey, did she go down to sleep okay?” she mumbles. Her back is facing him whilst she takes off her jewellery and places them on her vanity. His head bobs and he gets behind her. He hands her a makeup wipe, resting his chin on her shoulder. He observes her nighttime routine through the mirror. His lips press against her skin, “Yep, everything went by smoothly. We are almost done with Act Three for Hamlet. I’m thinking about reading Othello with her next. How was the club?” She hesitates about answering. Y/N honestly had an amazing time tonight. It felt so great not having to worry about another human being for an evening. She loves Elizabeth, except being a mom can create a lot of pressure. Even though the night was a success, guilt overcomes her when she meets her husband’s eyes in the mirror. Drew hasn’t gone out at night with friends since he got back from work and she has been out three times. “It was fine,” she plays off, wiping her makeup off with the wipes he provided for her.

His brow arches at her tone, “Really, only fine? I saw Layton’s story. You looked like you were having a blast.” Her eyes fall to the vanity. “It must have been a trick of the light,” she shrugs. She goes for another wipe, except veiny hands stop her. He takes her hand in his and spins her so they face each other. Warm hands cup her cheek. “What’s wrong, My Queen? Why so glum?” he worries, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. 

Her breath tickles his skin as she exhales, “Do you hate that I make you stay at home with Elizabeth when I go out?” His head shakes like an earthquake and he brings her in for a hug. He can feel the guilt oozing out of her. “No, of course not. I love Elizabeth. Why would I hate it?”

“I’m not saying that you hate her. I just wonder if you resent me for going out with the girls, which means you have sole parent duties for a night. You haven’t had a night out since she was born. I mean you go out, but never by yourself so that I have sole parent duties.” 

“You have sole duties when I work.”

“That’s different though. Just because you love your job doesn’t mean it is a personal outing for pleasure.”

“True.” 

She looks back at him with a pout, his last words intensifying her emotions. “Please don’t feel bad about this. I may not go out anymore, but I never used to go out that much before anyways, right?” he reminds her. She thinks about it, realizing that it is true. Whenever he went out, it was always with her by his side. She meets his gaze, “You are saying that to make me feel better.” His head moves from side to side. “No. I love having nights with me and My Lady. I mean they are perfect when it is me, My Lady, and My Queen, but if I can give you a much-needed break, then I am more than happy to help you with that. If anything, Elizabeth is my excuse to stay in.” A grin starts to grow on his face when he sees the tips of her lips flip upwards. “Well, I’m glad I made you the perfect excuse,” she jokes. His laugh joins her lightened mood, “You made me the best excuse. Maybe we should start working on another one. You know, to solidify our excuse.” His eyebrows waggle and she pulls him into a kiss with a smirk. Their giggles mix in the air as he locks their bedroom door and she flops onto their bed. 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura

[adrienneleclerc]

Daydreams

Pairing: Lead Singer! Mike Hellraiser x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Mike Winchester formed a band with his college friends and got a record deal after graduation, he is currently dating Y/N, who is his biggest muse. When I tell you Mike is down bad for his girl, he is down BAD

Warning: spelling and grammar errors, no translated Spanish, inaccurate music writing and recording process

A/N: got the idea of giving Mike the Winchester last name from @littlefreya and Henry does look like the missing Winchester brother, like he could be Sam’s twin since they’re close in age. I also had this song stuck in my head for a few days, thank you booktok

Mike was in his home studio daydreaming about his girlfriend, thinking about their date last night, the black lace dress she was wearing, hair done beautifully, makeup so pretty that he was dying to ruin it, it was all good until he felt someone hit his head.

“Hey, what the fuck, Chels?” Mike asked, soothing the part of his head where she hit him.

“Can you stop thinking about Y/N for two seconds and focus? We need one more song and we complete the album.” Chelsea said.

“Leave him, Chels, he’s clearly thinking with his downstairs brain.” Derrick said.

“Oh like you don’t think with yours when it comes to Allison? I have writers block, guys, I can’t think.” Mike said, throwing his notebook to the other side of the room.

“Do you have any cords in mind?” Chelsea asked, trying to be helpful.

“I have nothing. I think once i get the lyrics down, I can work on the melody,” Mike said, he checked his phone and saw it was almost 7. “Shit, Y/N is on her way, you guys need to leave.

“Oh come on, Winchester, we met her, she already moved in with you despite many of our jokes at your expense, I think she’s a keeper.” Derrick said.

“Haha, seriously, I need to give Y/N my undivided attention so you two need to get out of here so I can set everything up.” Mike said.

“You give her all the attention even when we are around.” Chelsea said. Mike looked at her. “Alright, fine, we’re leaving, we’re going to work on a few melodies for the new song though, see if any of them fit your lyrics. Let’s go.” Chelsea said and her and Derrick left the home studio through the kitchen door to leave through the backyard. Mike immediately changed, styled his hair back a little, and got the bouquet of roses he purchased earlier to put them in a vase on the counter. He was spraying cologne when he heard the the door open.

“There’s my girl, how was work, sweet cheeks?” Mike asked, kissing Y/N on the cheek, taking the take out bag out of her hands to put it on the counter.

“I have no words. Being a vet tech is fine, the pet owners get hysterical sometimes but it is what it is. How are things going with the band?” Y/N asked, placing her coat in the closet, walking back to the kitchen.

“Well i have writers block and we need one more song for our album.” Mike said, pulling out a chair to sit.

“I know something that might help you with your writer’s block.” Y/N said, leaning close to where he was sitting and started kissing and nibbling his neck.

“Oh, you know how much I love that, doll.” Mike said, sighing.

“I do. How about we do more of this after we eat. I stopped by that Peruvian restaurant that’s near in-n-out and got us the pollo a la brasa with extra rice, obviously, and anticuchos, jalea de mariscos, we are set for 3 days.” Y/N said,

“Thats perfect, princess.” Mike said, they kissed and began to eat.

After eating, Mike and Y/N went to their bedroom. Mike laid her down on the bed and Y/N gave him fuck me/doe eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll, you know what it does to me.” Mike said, leaning in to kiss her, smiling into the kiss, she closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss even more.

Y un dos tres, tuki tuki, they did the deed, Mike was hugging Y/N, rubbing her arm.

“Why do you have writer’s block anyway? I thought you had a whole process when it came to songwriting o algo así, no, muñeco?” Y/N said.

“I do have a whole process but nothing is helping me. I haven’t had such writer’s block since I wrote ‘heaven angel’. Remember when I played that song for you?” Mike reminded Y/N.

“Oh I love that song. It was so good.” Y/N said.

“Of course you love that song, it’s about you.” Mike said.

“I know and I love it. I remember you dedicating that song to me when i went to your show. Muñeco, I love seeing you live, I really do, I hope you find some inspiration.” Y/N said, she kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom because she didn’t want a UTI.

The next day, Mike woke up and saw that Y/N wasn’t in bed. He put on his boxers and went to the kitchen and saw Y/N making breakfast, singing one of his songs, he smiled,

“Come and turn around 'Cause it's not just a figure of speech.” Y/N sang.

“You got me down on my knees, It's getting harder to breathe out.” Mike sang back, hugging Y/N from behind and she let out a little Yelp of surprise.

“No me asustes así, Muñeco.” Y/N turned around to hit his shoulder and Mike made believe it hurt him. “Did you sleep well?” Y/N asked, serving herself pancakes.

“I did, do you have work today? I wanted to do something with you.” Mike said, also serving himself the pancakes that were already done.

“No, the vet I’m working for said he wasn’t going to come in for 3 days so I have 3 days off. What did you want to do?” Y/N asked, sitting down at the table with her fork and knife, placing the syrup on the table.

“I think I’ve been putting to much pressure on myself to write this song. Maybe I have to…” Mike started, as he sat down

“Tienes que despejar la mente, calm your mind, wait until the idea comes to you. I get it, what did you have in mind?” Y/N asked, cutting a piece and eating it.

“Remember when we first started dating?” Mike asked.

“I met you when you after you performed at the Santa Monica Pier, we literally went out on a date that day.” Y/N said, Mike got up to stand behind Y/N, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“You don’t want to go to the Santa Monica Pier today? We could play skeeball, I’ll put my hand over yours to guide you like old times.” Mike said, taking Y/N’s hand in his.

“Mira este, alright, fine, we’ll go, do I pack us food?” Y/N asked as Mike sat back down at the table,

“Y/N, babygirl, you’re starting to sound like your mom. If we get hungry, we’ll buy food there, I’ll pay for us, it’s fine.” Mike said, eating his pancakes.

“Fine, are we taking the jeep or the bike?” Y/N asked.

“Mm, as much as I love having you holding onto my when we’re on the motorcycle, we gotta take the jeep, I wanted to hit the beach too.” Mike said.

“Alright then, we finish eating and I’ll pack the beach bag. So we’re doing the rides first?” Y/N asked.

“Of course, the Ferris wheel, the coaster, the shark frenzy thing, then we can skeeball, and we’ll stay at the beach for the rest of the day, it’s 9:27, we’ll leave at 10.” Mike said.

“I’ll get ready then.” Y/N said.

They finished eating and Y/N was putting on her swimsuit in the walk in closet that connected to their room when Mike walked in. When he saw her in the suit, he did a wolf whistle and she turned around.

“Mm i Don’t think we should go to the beach anymore, I don’t want any other man to see you in this suit.” Mike got closer to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her in for a slow and sensual kiss.

“Que tiene? You get to see what’s under my suit and you’re the only one who gets to please me.” Y/N teased, giving him a sweet, innocent smile.

“You are such a tease, sweet cheeks.” Mike said, shaking his head.

“But you like it.” Y/N said,

“Well you’re not lying there,” Mike said, Y/N puton her jeans shorts, a tank top, sneakers, tied her hair up in a ponytail (let your hair down if you have short hair), and wore her sunglasses. When she went to the living room, Mike was dressed in shorts, a t shirt, sneakers, a baseball cap, and sunglasses, he had their bag in hand. “You think anyone will recognize me in this?” Mike asked.

“If we learned anything from marvel movies, apparently no one will recognize you.” Y/N teased.

“Wait, my fans know we’re together, you gotta wear a hat too.” Mike said.

“The shit I do for you.” Y/N said and went to the walk in to grab her Yankee baseball cap. “Okay, let’s go, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him and they got into their 2021 jeep wrangler.

When they were in the car, Mike had his hand on her thigh, there were times where he would hold her hand, Mike’s love language was clearly physical touch. Once they made it, they got out of the car but left the beach bag since they were going in the rides. As they walked around the pier, a few people came up to take photos with Mike, Y/N happily took those photos for his fans. They went on the rides, Mike bought some cotton candy, feeding pieces to Y/N, they played skeeball together and they went to their car to get the bag and hang out on the beach. When Y/N took off her top and shorts, Mike just stared.

“Wow, wow, wow, I am LOVING the view, sweet cheeks!” Mike said as he was setting up the chairs on the sand. Y/N smiled at him and went closer to him, they kissed.

“You think you can rub sunscreen on my back?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I can, baby girl, I would love too.” Mike got the sunscreen from her bag and apply it on her back. “You ready, baby? You wanna go in the water with me?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Y/N said and instead of walking like normal couple, Mike carried Y/N over his shoulder and both were laughing like crazy until they made it on the water. “Ay, está helada, it’s so fucking cold, no puede ser.”

“I’ll warm you up.” Mike said, hugging her. They were like this for a while until Mike went back to his chair and saw his phone ringing. “What up?”

“You’re telling me you’re having a beach day instead of writing a song?” Chelsea asked.

“Oh my god, Chels, I can’t write music under all this pressure, I’m sorry that I’m not the best song writer, do you have anything written, hm?” Mike asked,

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Chelsea said.

“Look, I am with Y/N right now and if it’s any consolation, I just thought of a line that we could use but you need to write it down, okay? ‘She knows she’s a tease’, you got it?” Mike asked.

“Mike, we’re not making another song about your girl.” This time it was Derrick on the phone.

“THEN THINK OF SOMETHING BETTER!” Mike hung up the phone and both Derrick and Chelsea on silent. He sat on the chair and he sees Y/N getting out of the water, walking towards him with water droplets on her body.

“Who was that?” Y/N asked as she straddled him. Mike put his hands on her hips.

“Just Chelsea and Derrick, they’re on my ass about the song.” Mike said, he leaned in to kiss her. “Oh, my brothers are going to come over tomorrow.” Mike was going to kiss her again but she pulled away. “What?”

“Your brothers are coming tomorrow and you didn’t think to tell me until right now? I have to buy ingredients to bake a pie for Dean, make a salad for Sam, clean the house, we gotta go.” Y/N said getting off his lap and drying off with a towel. “Pack this up in the car while I go change.” Y/N said. She went to the changing room, put on her clothes, and she walked back to the car to tell Mike to go change. She Waite sun til he came back and started the car. “We have to go to the supermarket to get apples, cucumbers, carrots, spinach, and we need more eggs.”

“Yeah of course, I’ll pay, they’re my brothers anyway.” Mike said.

“I’ll make baked chicken with rice, I have all the spices to make the marinade and let it sit. And we need potatoes to make the French fries from scratch, and chicken thighs and drumsticks. So tomorrow, I need you out of the kitchen, work on the song, okay. But how the hell do you tell me last minute? I respect your parents, I really do, but what the fück?!? Is this how you had Mary? Telling her shit last minute like a fücking elementary school kid that forgot to buy poster board?” Y/N asked angrily.

“The point is I told you now, it’s not late at all, you have time to leeos es everything.” Mike said.

“Thats where you’re wrong, muñeco, it’s 5pm, people are getting off work, there will be traffic.” Y/N said.

“We can handle traffic, just don’t be mad, okay.” Mike said.

“When did your brother tells you they were coming over for dinner?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t know…it was last week, I remember because you made lasagna.” Mike said and Y/N gave him a zape.

“I can’t believe you had a whole fucking week to tell me, sabes que, you’re staying in the car while I get groceries.” Y/N said. “Why should I suffer? You’re getting the groceries, I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll do it. You want me to buy something else?” Mike asked.

“Just get what’s on the list.” Y/N said. They were quiet for the rest of the ride, Mike parked in the Shop Rite parking lot.

“I’ll be right back.” Mike said, getting out of the car.

Mike went to shop rite and bought what Y/N had on the list, plus a few snacks he knew Y/N liked and ice cream because there should always be ice cream in the house. He paid for everything and got back in the car to drive home. Once home, he brought in the groceries while Y/N just brought in the beach bag.

“Okay, out of my kitchen, I need to make the marinade.” Y/N said, pushing him out.

“Wait, I’m hungry, I need to eat.” Mike whined.

“Then heat up the leftovers, no puedo hacer nada if you’re here.” Y/N said. Mike walked away in surrender.

“Im sorry for not letting you know.” Mike said.

“It’s fine, just let me do what I need to do.” Y/N said.

It was the next day and like promised, Mike was in the home studio with Chelsea and Derrick.

“I have something down, ‘she’s all I breathe when I should be breathing air’ i think it could be part of the chorus.” Mike said.

“Ugh, why are you so obsessed with her?” Derrick asked.

“You have never been in love and it shows. Besides? I think our new album is missing a love song, this could be that love song.” Mike said.

“Fine, if you insist on writing a song about Y/N, how does she make you feel? I already know that all you do is daydream about her but how would you describe her?” Chelsea said. Mike started thinking how to put what he feels into words.

“You know that feeling when you know they’re the one? Like you know that person is all you’ll ever need, that one else could even come close to being like that person.” Mike started.

“That’s good, that’s good.” Chelsea wrote the idea down.

“Metaphorically speaking, how would she be?” Derrick asked, sitting down on the couch.

“Like your favorite song you have playing on a loop, it’s all you’ll ever listen to, nothing else’s but that song.” Mike says.

“Isn’t that basically ‘replay’ by Iyaz?” Chelsea asked.

“Shit, you’re right.” Mike said,

“You’re on the right track. Let’s think of something else, um…” Chelsea started and the three of them started thinking of something else to compare Y/N to.

“A book! What about a book?” Derrick asked.

“That could work, Y/N LOVED reading, there’s this book called ‘beautiful disaster’ that she’s always reading, it’s so worn out but it’s her favorite book of all time, it’s all she read when she’s bored.” Mike said.

“That’s it! Okay, here’s the music sheet I made, um, start playing it and I’ll say the lyrics I’m thinking, alright?” Chelsea said.

“Yeah, de una as Y/N would say.” Mike said as he picked up the guitar to play the notes, Chelsea started humming.

“She’s all I read, she’s all the literature that I’ll ever read.” Chelsea sang.

“That’s perfect! Im writing it down right now, okay. That’s really good, Chels.” Mike said.

“Okay, we wrote that Y/N is literature, what kind of literature would she be?” Derrick asked.

“She makes me feel so many things. I remember when we first started dating, I would text her poems every morning.” Mike said, then an idea sparked on his head. “That’s it! Okay, the notes, the notes, there it is, okay…’she’s all the literature I’ll ever read, she’s poetry, but she’s like the good kind that doesn’t make me sleep’ how does that sound?” Mike asked.

“Finally you being whipped has brought some food to the band.” Derrick said jokingly.

“Haha.” Mike laughed sarcastically and threw a paper ball at him.

“Alright, we have the first verse done, that’s good, this is great progress.” Chelsea said.

Y/N was in the kitchen, she has the rice, chicken, and salad done, she opened the over door when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Fuck.” She muttered as she took the pie out of the oven. She wiped her hands on her apron, walked through the dining room, living room, and opened the door. “Sam, Dean, come in!” Y/N said, hugging Sam and Dean Winchester.

“Hey, sweetheart, where’s our brother?” Dean asked.

“He’s in the studio. I’ll get him, but please, sit, make yourselves comfortable on the couch, did you guys come in the impala?” Y/N asked.

“You really love that car, don’t you?” Sam asked.

“It’s a beautiful car, I’ll be right back.” Y/N said, she knocked on the studio door. “Muñeco, your brothers are here.”

“Im coming, sweet cheeks, I’ll just finish up.” Mike said and he heard Y/N walk away.

“‘Muñeco’? ‘Sweet cheeks’? You are whipped.” Derrick commented.

“Do we stay?” Chelsea asked

“No, you don’t have to, I’ll try to finish the hutías tonight though, have a safe trip back.” Mike said and the three of the left the studio, Chelsea and Derixk leaving through the backyard. Mike walked into the living room and saw his brothers. “Sammy, Deano!” Mike said, hugging them.

“Nice to see you too, Mikey.” Sam said.

“How’s the little rockstar? Working on a new song already?” Dean asked as the four of

Dinner went really well, they talked about what they’ve been up to, Dean complimenting Y/N’s cooking, especially the pie, Dean took the pie with him when Sam and Dean left.

“Dinner went well, don’t you think?” Like asked.

“It did.” Y/N said as she cleared the table but Mike held her wrists.

“I’ll clear the table and wash the dishes, okay? Hey ready for bed.” Mike said, kissing her forehead.

“What about you?” Y/N asked.

“Im not tired yet, I’ve also been on a roll with the lyrics so I’m gonna see if I can finish.” Mike said.

“Does that mean I’ll be able to listen to the song tomorrow?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe, go to bed though, you’ve been cooking all day” Mike said, kissing her again.

When Mike was finished washing dishes, he brewed himself a cup of coffee and took out a concha from the box that Y/N got this morning from the bakery. He went to his studio.

“Alright, no dicking around, how do I continue this song?” Mike asked himself. He started humming, thinking about Thursday night how Y/N looked at him with those eyes that drive him crazy. “I really gotta stop daydreaming.” Mike said, sipping coffee. “Okay, her eyes are what..? Lust? Love? A movie? Maybe an x-rated one by the way her eyes get me…that’s it!” Mike exclaimed, writing down his thoughts. “Her eyes are porn and she knows it, won’t shut her eyelids till she gets invited” Mike sang as he thought back to all the moments Mike and Y/N had made love.

Mike’s writing process was like this for a few hours until he had the whole song written. He played the whole song a few times to make sure it all sounded like a real song. But mans is too tired so he called Chelsea. She answered after 3 rings.

“Michael August Winchester, you better have a good reason for waking me up at…3 in the morning?!? Why the hell are you calling me at 3 in the morning?” Chelsea asked.

“I finished the song, i need you to hear it, I need to know if it’s a good song.” Mike said.

“Why can’t Y/N listening to it?” Chelsea asked tiredly.

“Im not going to wake up my girlfriend at 3 in the morning, don’t be ridiculous.” Mike reasoned.

“You woke me up at..! You know what, doesn’t matter, I’ll call Derrick and we’ll go over the song before we call Teddy to have him hear the song. I’ll see you later.” Chelsea hung up.

Half an hour later, Chelsea and Derrick showed up, knocking on the kitchen door, Mike answered it.

“You know what time it is?” Derrick asked.

“Just listen to the song. I think it sounds good but I need you guys go play your parts too.” Mike said and they walked into the studio. Chelsea looked at the lyrics.

“Not bad at all, let’s see how it sounds.” Chelsea said. She picked up the bass and Derrick went to the drum set. After playing, Chelsea was smiling and so was Derrick.

“Winchester, the song is great. We’ll call Teddy later in the morning, like 10am, which is a very fucking reasonable hour by the way, we’re gonna crash on your guest room.” Derrick said, getting off the drum set chair.

“That sounds fair, you guys know where it is, goodnight, thanks for coming over.” Mike said.

“No problem, we’re all friends here, goodnight.” Chelsea said, putting down the bass. The theee of them left the studio, going to their rooms. Mike got in bed, spooning Y/N and she stored awake.

“Muñeco? What time is it?” Y/N asked.

“Don’t worry about, go to sleep, baby.” Mike kissed her cheek and both fell fast asleep.

The next day, the band is at Ellemar records with Teddy Price.

“There they are, there’s my favorite band! I heard you had a new song for me?” Teddy asked.

“Yes we do, Mike stayed up until 3am writing it, we think it’s great but we definitely need your expert ear.” Derrick said.

“Say no more, get into the recording booth, your instruments are all there, let’s see what you got.” Teddy said. He sat at the soundboard and gave the band the go ahead to start playing. Teddy was impressed. “Amazing song! Did you write it about your girl, Mike?” Teddy asked through the soundboard mic.

“Yeah, she’s my muse.” Mike said with a lovesick smile.

“I think we got a hit here so why don’t you guys take a break and we’ll record the instruments. Later Mike will hop into the recording booth and get vocals done. They will be your most popular album yet, take 10.” Teddy said.

A week later, they finished recording the song. A fee months later, after discussing the album cover, what songs go on the album, and tweaking and mastering the songs, they finally have a release date of the album.

“Our album comes out May 17!” Mike exclaimed, hugging Y/N before lifting her up and twirling her around.

“Que emoción, are you excited?” Y/N asked.

“Beyond excited! Especially because Teddy also got us a spot at Coachella! We’re going to be on the main stage on Saturday for both weekends.” Mike said.

“No way! You’re playing Coachella, that’s huge! Becky G was at Coachella last year, I wonder who else is part of the lineup.” Y/N said.

“I don’t know either but Teddy is managing everything, he got us booked in this fancy hotel, or he’s working in it, and of course since you’re my girl, you’re coming with me.” Mike said, kissing her.

“Will we get to enjoy the festival? Like when you’re not performing?” Y/N asked.

“I think we should be able to.” Mike said.

COACHELLA comes and the band is getting ready to perform.

“Everyone give it up for We Three!” They announced, the crowd starts screaming like crazy as the band got out.

“Hey everyone, we’re We Three and thank you so much for coming out here!” Mike exclaimed. We’re going to open the show with a song from our new album going out May 17. The song is called ‘Daydream’ and it goes out to my girl, I love you, you’re my dream girl, hope y’all like it.

She's all I read

She's all the literature that I'll ever need

She's poetry

But she's like the good kind that doesn't make me sleep

Her eyes are porn and she knows it

Won't shut her eyelids 'til she gets invited

We're not keeping score, but she's winnin'

Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her

She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air

She knows I'm weak, yeah I

Daydream every day about the things we do at night

She likes the word, "Please"

But not the polite kind, the one in the sheets

She knows she's a tease

She's here for a good time then she's gonna leave

She'll start a war and she knows it

Won't stop her fighting 'til my flag is rising

We're not keeping score, but she's winnin'

Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her

She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air

She knows I'm weak, yeah I

Daydream every day about the things we do at night

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her

She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air

She knows I'm weak, yeah I

Daydream every day about the things we do at night

The crowd SCREAMED, they went crazy for the song, whether it was the lyrics itself or Mike’s guitar, the crowd loved it. They finished their slot and they went backstage, Mike saw Y/N with a teasing smile.

“Im your dream girl, huh? You daydream a lot about me?” Y/N asked, wrapping her arm around his neck.

“I daydream everyday about you. Whether it’s you in your lingerie, you cooking, coming home from work, you eating ice cream, I daydream about you.” Mike said.

“You’re so sweet.” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him. Mike groaned into the kiss. “Wow, you really are weak.” Y/N laughed.

“You know I am, I could never say no to you, let’s go get some food because I’m starving, you think there’s tacos?” Mike asked.

“There should be, Coachella valley is heavily populated with Hispanics.” Y/N commented.

The End

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If Walter in general is called “Oso”, Mike who is bien caribonito, such a pretty boy, his nickname is definitely “muñeco”. What should Henry’s nickname be? Obviously besides the classic amor, mi vida. Maybe more Henry and Mike one shots in the future

[nancy-xx]

Nancy and Sid

The Chelsea was a rather appropriate setting for the events of last week, which culminated in the arrest of Sid Vicious on a charge of murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungen. When Swedish writer Stina Lindberg stayed there a couple of weeks ago, she was not surprised to find Sid and Nancy as fellow guests Naturally, she sought an interview...

SID VICIOUS Ex-Sex Pistol

Nancy Spungen, his girl friend. There's no mistaking Sid's black, spiky hair and his bovverboy aura. I only see the back of Nancy's head. She looks like an old woman. Hunchbacked. Tufts of almost white hair stick out from underneath her beret. Her coat is an ancient, ankle-length article. It's a Saturday, September 31.1 spot then in the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel on West 23d Street in New York. If you find yourself living at the same hotel as Sid Vicious, if you're a journalist and you like the new wave, you're an idiot not to try to talk to him. But it feels weird. The same evening, I see Sid play with ex-members of the New York Dolls at Max's Kansas City, haven of New York punks. Sid screams, makes faces, and spits. Grabs himself between the legs, doesn't look at the audience at all. They're all awkward on stage, the volume is insupportable, and the music is lousy. The paing audience is less than warm. The only ones enjoying the show are three pale peroxide blondes with fire-engine red lipstick sitting on the stage moving with the music. They're with the guys in the band, Sid seems to want to pack it in after three numbers, and splits. Nancy runs after him and brings him back. He spits, makes another face and starts playing again. He doesn't get through to the audience, and his half-hearted spasms just look pathetic. A lone, doped-out Japanese bops away frantically, but the rest of the audience is frozen. Sid is not a great musician, nor is he a genuine stage personality. Sid is a 21-year-old Englishman enlarged to the size of a Colossus by the mass media. Poor bastard. I ring Sid's room repeatedly to try for that interview. Finally he answers and agrees to talk to me the same evening. At nine p.m. I knock on his door. Room 100, ane flight up at the Chelsea Hotel. The hotel is the first New York building to have a cultural preservation order stamped on it. Brendan Behan, Dylan Thomas, Janis Joplin, Andy Warhol and many other artists and musicians have lived here. These days, there's a motley blend of prostitutes, pop musicians, near-destitute pensioners, French film teams and tourists. The door is yanked open. Nancy all but draga me into the room. Sid leaps up from the bed. He's wearing orange overalls and a chain around his neck. He checks me out nervously, then runs about the room, digging in his clothes and bags Nancy, dressed in a black net leotard and black leather trousers, holds my arm, hard, and babbles "What are we going to do? We don't know a thing. We just got to New York and don't know the score. Is five too much?" Sid searches nervously for something. The room is both bare and disordered. There's a big bed with a TV at the foot of it. A desk, a table, a chair. Two or three gold records are propped against the wall, and there are suitcases on the floor. Sid and Nancy have just changed rooms. The mattress caught fire in the other one. Suddenly I get it. They think I'm a dealer. God. I swallow, then explain who I am. Sid explodes a groan and throws himself onto the bed "Fuck' sighs Nancy. She lets go my arm and lies down with Sid. The TV drones on at maximum volume. I sit on the edge of the bed, laughing at the absurdity of everything. Sid points out that there's nothing to laugh at. I turn on my tape recorder "What do you think of New York?" "Very democratic. Do pretty much what you want. Not that you'd probably do anything much, but that's beside the point" turns out that Sid is trying to put together a band. It "I had a group going. Johnny Thunders. But Nancy smashed up Johnny's girl, so it went down the drain "Did you?" I asked Nancy. " "Yeah. She fed a lot of stupid stuff to me. I've been friends with Johnny Thunders for years. We had a lot of fun. And she couldn't take it. She started it, so I kicked her in the face," So Sid's looking for a new group, and plays with the ex-Dolls in the meantime We talk about the show at Max's Sid blames the audience, "My name's worth quite a bit of bread over here," he said.

"Isn't that because of the Sex Pistols? "No My name's worth a lot on it's own. It's worth more than any of the rest of them." Nancy agrees, and points out that Sid has had more press than any of the others. "Why?" "Because I'm what people call a bad boy. I do things that are outrageous,' he says, with what sarcasm he can muster. "Do you think that you're outrageous?" "No, but that's what they write about me. They're square "Do you think you're a free person?" "No. I'm on house arrest" "Who put you there?" "The world. But I'm going to try to get us free. I won't be able to do it, but if people get the idea for long enough, the idea that punk started off, it'll become like that eventually." We talk about punk's anti-racist side, and about Rock Against Racism, which Sid says he supports, and about England, which Sid reckons is the most boring country in the world-after Sweden, where I come from. America is okay. Sid Vicious is okay, and is doing fine However, the Sid Vicious I see in front of me seerns anything but. He and Nancy make me think of two animals caught in a trap and trying to claw their way. Desperately. out I ring the next day, and speak to Nancy. She doesn't seem to understand me, and thinks I'm trying to put her and Sid down. I tell her she's paranoid, but ask her for an interview. She seems to break down, and suddenly sounds genuine "It's not so strange that we get suspicious. Everybody's trying to get at us, trying to get Sid's money. Every bastard we meet wants to get famous through Sid. They've made a fortune off him here in the U.S., but we don't get anything. I'm a person, you dig? Not a dog" I ask her again about an interview, but she freaks when I say I can't pay her. "You think you can speak to us free?" suddenly she's hard-boiled again and go back to Sweden and make money because you met Sid Vicious? Get fucked!" I begin to see their dilemma. They think they can go on living off their fame, while they're in the process of buming out. Sid and Nancy sense that, I felt. What they didn't know was that the Swedish papers would pay more than any of us thought at the time because someone,   maybe Sid, stuck a knife into Nancy a week after I met them Sid's under real arrest. Nancy's dead. And the pop industry and mass media hysteria are doing okay.

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Being an horror icon child with Y/N Ulrich (Dead Meat Podcast Ep. 188)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver

A/N: Dead Meat is one of my favorite channels on YouTube, I'm proud of everything that James, Chelsea and their crew has achieved during the last years, they even had a cameo in Scream 2022 and they are friends with Radio Silence (they attended their wedding), so I had to include them in this series, you can check their channel, they have kill counts, podcasts, the horror awards, etc, so go take a look

"Welcome back to another episode of the Dead Meat Podcast", Chelsea greeted in the direction of the camera, "I'm Chelsea Rebeca"

"And I'm James A. Janisse", James continued, "In this episode we have a very special guest, she is the youngest child of Skeet Ulrich, best known as Billy Loomis in the Scream franchise, and in recent years as F.P. Jones in Riverdale, please welcome Y/N Ulrich, also known in the horror community as the 'Ghostface Princess'"

"Hi, guys", you greeted with happines, "I'm so happy to be here, thanks for inviting me"

"Thanks to you for acepting the invitation", Chelsea responded, "How are you?"

"I'm good, very excited to talking to both of you", you answered, "Wait, is that a cat what you have there?"

"It is", James nodded lifting the cat, "This is Lucy"

"She is so cute! I also had animal company", disappearing from a moment of camera, you returned a few seconds later hugging Butters in a way that he was seen, "This is Butters, is actually Jacks cat, but I love him like my own"

"He seems as good as we've seen on the internet", James commented

"Totally", you said pressing a kiss in the cat's head

"So, starting with the interview, what was like growing with Skeet Ulrich as a dad?"

"First of all, he's the best dad I've could ever had, I am the youngest of three siblings, so I was and still am the baby of the family", you laughed along with them, "I was literally a doll to my siblings, they dressed me with every costume they could think"

"Including the ghostface mask", Chelsea joked refering to the photo that Jack posted, "I'm going to say that you looked adorable in the costume"

"Thank you, and yes that was when I was five years old, my siblings were looking for a costume we haven't tried, and then my brother left and came back with the ghostface mask, they put the robe and mask and send me to the living room where my dad was reading a script, he saw me and laughed, that was my first contact with Scream"

"Oh my God, I remember watching the first Scream when I was a child, I was so scared after the opening that I hide during the rest of the movie", James commented with fun, "But that was the movie that made me interest in the horror genre, what old were you when you watch it?"

"It was a year after the fourth was released, I was eight at the time, after finishing the first one my first thought was 'why my dad and uncle Matthew want to kill auntie Neve, auntie Courtney and uncle David?'"

After that sentence, there was laughing between the three of you, enough to Lucy to get down from their owners lap to go to the cat tower of the studio, but Butters kept sleeping in your arms

"Y/N you had more guts at that age than I had", Chelsea joked, "Did you tell him that thought?"

"No, but for the next few days I walked around the house with a helmet and disconnecting all the phones and hiding the cellphones so ghostface didn't threat to kill us", you remembered, "Dad found out after founding the cellphones in my toy box, and asked me what was happening, I told him everything, we had a fun talk about the movies"

"This might be a difficult cuestion, but, who is your favorite ghostface?", James asked surprising you

"You cannot ask me that!", you joked while laughing, "Wait including the sixth movie?"

"Yes", James nodded

"Okay", you sight while thinking, "First, they all are great ghostfaces, with different motives and that, and my dad will probably disinherit me, but Im going to say Roman and Jill, I mean, Roman was the mastermind behind everything, he gave Billy the motivation, and Jill had a perfect plan that almost worked but she kinda messed up"

"They definetely are in every top five of ghostfaces", Chelsea agreed, "Now, talking about more recent years, we've seen that you often spend time in the filming sets of your dad's projects, what was like seeing everything from the other side of the screen?"

"Well, as I already told, I knew dad was an actor since I was young, but the first time that I was in one, was during the first season of Riverdale when I was twelve, I had vacations so I stayed there for three weeks, and it was like that every summer until he left the series", you answered while scraching Butters between the ears, "It felt like a summer camp, like the guys threated me like a little sister and the adult cast were like uncles, they still are; it was very fun because if you look closely, you can see me in the back of some scenes, like in Pops and things like that, and since my birthday was during that dates I celebrated there"

"That sounds like a lot of fun"

"It was", you nodded agreeing with James's comment, "I think that I spend more time in the girls trailers than in my dad's"

"Talking about cameos and visits to sets, how did you ended making a cameo in Scream VI?", Chelsea asked

"It all started when during the pandemic, my siblings and I were having online classes and we were just having our onlinse classes, he got the call from Radio Silence, which he attended on speaker making the three of us listen to everything from our rooms, of course I openned my door, so when I heard the call ending, I practically run to the living room and asked him if I could go with him, he was confused at first but he realised that the call was heard on the entire house, but because of the COVID bursting out, he only was there for a day"

"The shortest time of you in a set", Chelsea joked

"Actually yes", you nodded with a smile, "And due to that small amount of time he had to learn his lines in the hair and make up trailer, so during that little time, I played Sam Carpenter, played by the awesome and magnificent Melissa Barrera"

"How was meeting her knowing that she was playing Billy Loomis's daughter?"

"I love her!", you exclaimed with happines, "When we arrived to the set I inmediatly sat on my father's chair and she aproached to me to say 'hi' and talk like we knew each other from years, she is my half fictional sister"

"She is one of the best additions to the franchise, the way she plays the part, like 'I don't wanna see you but still listen what you have to say because somehow I trust you' is perfect", James agreed making you nod, "Now, we are a year later to film Scream VI, you are more visible in the screen, how was filmimg?"

Noticing a little movement behind you, James and Chelsea didn't say anything about the curly haired boy that was aproaching you

"Well, we were lucky that we had our vaccines and more liberty to film, so after my mum and dad gave their permition to me to be in the movie we flew and have a little reunion with the cast to know each other"

"And then I enter the story", Jack exclaimed from behind scaring you and making Butters jump off your arms, before looking at the camera on your laptop, "Hi guys, nice to meet you"

"Hi Jack", they greeted before James speaked, "Good to see you"

"When did you got here?", you asked turning to look at him while James and Chelsea smiled

"Like five minutes ago", he answered while openning a brown paper bag, "I went to get breakfast for us after the gym, here's your iced caramel latte and a breakfast beagel"

"Thanks babe", you smiled closing your eyes as he left a kiss in your head

"I'm going to be in the kitchen if you need anything", Jack said taking the bag

"Okay", you nodded returning your attention to the screen where James and Chelsea were smiling, "Where were we?"

"How was filming your cameo for Scream VI", Chelsea reminded

"Right, so I didn't know at what moment my cameo will be until two or three days before filming when Matt, Tyler and Guy told me that there was a scene in a Halloween party at the beggining and my cameo will be at that moment, and my costume will be a female version of F.P. Jones, which is one of my dad's recent roles, I thought it was cool, but the problem is that I didn't took my serpents jacket that the Riverdale crew gave me in my sixteen birthday"

"They had to make a new one?", James asked

"No, I don't know how or at what moment, but my dad had it in his luggage, so they made me a mini version of him, I filmed my little part and never stepped on the set again for the rest of the filming"

"Wait what?", Chelsea exclaimed, "Why?"

"Because I'm a fan of the movies and didn't want to get spoiled on anything, so my reactions during the movie were totally real"

"Well, now that you mention the movie we want to play a little game of reactions, the dinamic is that we would say a moment in the new movie and you'll say what was your reaction during that, is that okay?", James said which you nodded, "Okay, first one: the openning kills"

"Crazy, I mean Samara Weaving was wonderful as always and then the reveal after the dead was insane and then the real ghostface kills Jason and Greg was something new"

"The return of Kirby Reed"

"That's final girl material, she made her comeback ready to kick ghostface ass"

"The apartment attack"

"I swear that I was so nervous during that scene that Jack's arm was red the next day of how hard I was holding it, the way it started with Quinn's "body" get thrown at the group, the chase and then the ladder was so hardcore"

"The shrine"

"It was sick and fascinating to see everything from previous movies and from Stab, and then the stage with all the masks and robes, I wish I was there when they filmed in there"

"Gale vs Ghostface"

"I was so emotional during the stabbing scene, that after the movie I hugged aunt Courtney for like ten minutes, but Gale Weathers is a final girl"

"The train scene"

"Again it was so tense, especially because the group was divided in two and all the ghostfaces costumes, I breathe when the first part of the group was safe, and then I stopped when Mindy was attacked"

"The ghostface reveal"

"Don't get my started on that, for the whole movie I was suspicious of everyone and at the same time no because they had good alibis, when Detective Bailey was revealed I was like "what the hell", when Ethan revealed himself I almost fell off my seat, and when Quinn revealed alive and one of them, I almost lost my mind"

"Hi again", Jack intervined apearing beside you, "Sorry for interrupting again, but I had a video of Y/N reacting to the reveals"

"Oh my God", you laughed taking a sip of your coffee

"Can you show the video for us and the audience?", James asked

"Only if Y/N is okay with it", Jack said while looking at you, in what you nodded in response, "Fine, here's the video, it might be a bit dark cause it was film during the movie"

Positioning the phone in a way that was in front of the camera and was seen good, Jack played it showing your exact reaction to that scene, which was how you explained it

"I think you represented the entire audience with your reaction", Chelsea commented after the video ended, "Especially because at first we were like 'why, why them, what's their motive' and then we know that their are Richie's family trying to avenge him, they had a good motive, and if you think about it, it has similarities with the motive of Nancy Loomis"

"Yeah, at the end, the whole franchise is based on family relations, like Roman was the one who started everything because he wanted a bond with Maureen but she didn't, so he gave Billy a motive to start the killings and the events after were like a chain", you said noticing how Jack sit in the chair next to you with Butters in his arms

"We should do a video with the whole franchise in chronological order", James joked, "Now, before we finish the interview, what do you see in your future? Do you see yourself in the industry or not?"

"I really like this question", you answered while thinking, "I definitely want to stay in the industry but not as an actress, I mean, I did theatre when I was in high school and it was awesome, but I would love to focus on be a make up artist of the horror genre, like the ones who focus on prosthetics and that"

"That sounds so interesting, what was the moment that made you realise that?", Chelse asked

"It was during big part of my life watching movies and series, so it was building along the years"

"Well we hope to see your name in credits and featured in our Kill Counts in future years", James said making you smiled, "Same to you Jack"

"Thanks guys", Jack said in response next to you, "You are awesome"

"Well, Y/N, thanks for be this week guest on the podcast, it was great talking to you", Chelsea smiled, "We can't wait to see what you do in the next few years"

"Thanks for inviting me, I'm so happy that you are my first formal interview because I love the entire channel and content", you smiled, "It has been a pleasure to talk to you and I hope we can do it soon"

[kayhi808]

Neighbors - Xmas Shopping

**little holiday smut w/ Bucky 🥰**

Nerd: Do you have any plans for Saturday?

Doll: Not yet. What do you have in mind?

Nerd: I need help Christmas shopping. And then maybe dinner?

Doll: I'm in!

Nerd: 😁

Doll: Did you just use a smiley emoji??? LOL

Nerd: 😠 I'll drop by around 2.

Exactly at 2pm there's a knock at your door. The man is punctual. You open the door to find Bucky ready for your date, "Hey."

"Hi." You can't help the smile that automatically appears at the sight of him.

"Are you ready?" You nod reaching for your coat, but Bucky beats you to it & holds it open for you to slip you arms through the sleeves. His gentlemanly manners, of a bygone time, still surprises you.

"Thank you." Bucky pulls the lapels closed & pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. "So...who are we shopping for today?" Turning away to lock up your apartment & to hide the giddy smile on your face from his kiss.

"Some friends & co-workers." Bucky clasps your hand in his.

"What DO you get an Avenger for Christmas??"

Bucky shrugs, "That's why I need help."

*****

Bucky is apprehensive about crowds in general, but holiday crowds even more so. He tries to avoid them at all possible, but he thought if he had you with him, he'll be distracted enough to get by. He'd be able to deal with people if he had you near. And he really wanted to spend time with you again.

You both get off the subway & head towards Chelsea's Market. It's the old Nabisco factory, home of the Oreo cookie. Bucky is so full of old New York trivia. You wander through the specialty stores housed there looking for gifts. There are a few wine stores, so you purchase a couple of bottles for Natasha & Tony. You drag him to your favorite brownie store, "Fat Witch Bakery."

"Would Wanda be offended?"

You laugh, "Once she tastes them, she'd take it as a compliment. I'd be happy to be called "Fat Witch" as long as I get a box of brownies."

Next, you take him to Bryant Park to visit the Winter Village. You visit a bunch of different stalls, small businesses selling crafts, jewelry, specialty items. There's even an outdoor skating rink. What are your odds of getting Bucky out on the ice??

You were able to get a gift pack of different hot sauces for Sam. You're having fun rambling about every little treasure you find, but you notice Bucky is getting quieter & sullen. "Buck? What's wrong?" You look up at him and notice a sheen of perspiration on his forehead, when it's cold out. He just shakes his head, but you know something is wrong. Is he mad at you? Did you do or say something wrong? You lead him over to one of the benches. He quickly sits with his elbows on his knees & his head down.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. Did I do..."

"No. No, doll. I just need a minute." You silently sit beside him, rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. His breath comes out in white puffs in the air. Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, "Sorry about that."

"You're fine. Was it something I did?"

He quickly looks at you, "No. It's me. The crowds...they get to be too much."

You gasp, "Why didn't you say something?" You gather up your packages, "Let's go."

"We don't have to leave. I'm ok now. You're having so much fun."

"I'm having fun because I'm with you." You look into his blue-blue eyes wanting him to understand. "If I knew crowds bothered you, I'd never would have suggested the Winter Market." You grab his jacket & pull him closer, planting your cool lips against his warm ones. Your hand gently tugging his hair at the nape of his neck until he softly moans into your mouth. "We did a lot today; we can head home."

"I promised you dinner."

"I'll take a raincheck. You can owe me." You stand, tugging on his hand for him to get up. You groan, "C'mon, grandpa, get up!" He gives you a glare but lets you pull him to his feet. Bucky grabs the packages & you hail a cab to take you back home. You don't want him dealing with the Metro crowds.

******

Snow started falling on the ride home. You're glad you opted for a cab and not having to make the trek home from the subway. Bucky has been pretty silent on the ride back. You laced your fingers with his and he gives you a light squeeze. You get back to your apartment & Bucky enters with your packages, automatically kicking off his shoes. You love that he remember your rule.

"Where should i put these?"

"Oh, just set them down anywhere is fine." Bucky places them in a chair. "Thank you for today. I had so much fun."

Bucky frowns, "I feel bad..."

"Don't Bucky. Today was great! Bryant Park was a bad idea, but I still enjoyed spending time with you," smiling up at him.

He reaches out & pulls you against him, Not resisting, your body molds against his. Cupping your face in his hands, his mouth slants over yours, his tongue circling, dominating the kiss. Long, hot sweeps of his tongue against yours, Bucky savoring the soft sounds you made as he kissed you.

His knuckles against your throat, trailing down your chest, teasing your nipple through the fabric making you yearn for more. You trace the ridge of his cock with a feather light touch. Just the sight of your delicate fingers working over him makes Bucky hiss out your name. You trace your fingers down to his base, then all the way back up to his tip in one fluid movement.

"If you want me, I'm yours," he whispers against your temple, his hands now squeezing your hips. "All of me. However you want."

"Oh God. I do want you. So much."

He smiles as he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands in his hair, "Bedroom." You kiss his neck while waving your arm in the direction of your room.

He places you down at the foot of the bed & you both quickly undress each other. You don't care if Bucky think you are over-eager, because hell, you are! He pulls your shirt over your head revealing you in a white lace bra which he deftly unhooks, "You're beautiful." His closed his large hands against your breasts & squeezes. His palm rough against your nipples. Liquid heat pooled between your thighs. You give him a worried smile. "Second thoughts already?"

You bite your lip, "Not exactly. I don't have anything...you know, protection.

"I do."

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Oh, really?"

His cheeks tinge pink & he gives an embarrassed laugh, "Don't question it."

Smiling back, "Okay, I won't." You move towards him & unbuckle his belt & open his jeans to untuck his shirt. He pulls his shirt off & it's the first time you really see his Vibranium arm and his scars. Your heart is held in a vise imagining the pain Bucky has gone through. You feel Bucky tense, but you rise up on tip toes, finger tips lightly resting against his stomach, you whisper against his lips, "You're beautiful, too, Buck." Heat streaked down his spine, tightening his balls, making him ache and throb & you've barely touched him.

He lays you out on your bed, undoing your jeans & removing them along with your panty in one swift move. You laugh, but ease your way across the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows watching Bucky remove the condom from his wallet & tossing it at you. You fail at trying to catch it, because you're too interested in Bucky removing the rest of his clothes. Your empty pussy, clenching & aching at the sight of Bucky's thick cock.

He crawls up the bed to you, settling between your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders. His mouth is on you. Dipping his head and swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, pulls a cry from your throat. The sight of Bucky between your splayed legs is the most sexy and erotic thing you've ever seen. His mouth working over your pussy has you nearly screaming his name. With his finger he teases your entrance with shallow strokes & light touches as he laps at you. When he adds a second finger, sliding them in deep as he licks at you, the pressure coils in your stomach & burst across your body. Throb after throb pulses through you.

Bucky kisses his way up your body. "You're gorgeous when you come." He kisses you deeply and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He reaches for the condom & sitting back on his heels to roll it on. He hovers over you before, his weight pushes you into your mattress. The head of his cock sliding against your slick center. You tilt your hip taking him the tiniest bit inside you, making you both moan. Holding your gaze, he sinks down into you, possessing you in one smooth slide. You gasp at the stretch to take him.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart".

He pulls out & sinks back in, going even deeper than before, "Oh God," burying your face against his neck. "You feel so good." The feel of being filled by Bucky was perfection.

He lets out a groan & thrusts his hips against you, getting you accustomed to his size. The base of his cock rubbing against your still swollen clit. Pushing up to his knees, he grips your hips and starts to fuck you. Like really fuck you. Hard & fast & dirty & sweaty. His grip on your hips is rough, almost punishing.

"Come for me," he growls. His hands moves to your clit and fucks you even harder. "Let me look at you when you fall apart." And on his command, you start to come again, you moan, long & loud. Your body pulling at him, wanting him deeper.

Your orgasm shredded the last of his control. Two..three more hard thrusts and then he comes. The groan he let out was the sexiest sound you ever heard. Your nail digging into his back. You felt each pulse of his cock & squeezed him back, drawing it out as much as possible.

Bucky kisses a trail from your neck, along your jaw & ends with a lingering kiss on your lips. "Be back." He goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom & returns to bed.

You snuggle up to him & he wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest. "I'll never call you a grandpa again." Bucky growls & tries smothering you with a pillow.

[slutouttanowhere]

Randy Orton x Black!oc x LA Knight

a/n: I hope y’all enjoy this short chapter, if you haven’t read the previous chapters I have a master list linked in my pinned post. Reblogs are very much appreciated, and follow me for more.

Chapter 6

Friday Night SmackDown– 7:30 pm

I sat in the makeup chair getting my finishing touches, something about tonight was different. There was a buzz in the atmosphere that was incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced. “How ya doin pretty lady?” I looked up from my phone to see Shaun headed in my direction, his lips curling into a gentle smile upon meeting my gaze. My hands reached out for his, we laced our fingers together, and leaned in for a kiss. He was aiming for my cheek, but I turned at the last second to meet his lips. Seemingly shocked by my actions, he looked around the busy hallways to see who had seen us, and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Yes I just kissed you in front of everyone.” I stood up from my chair, and threw my arms lazily around his neck. He had already changed out of his street clothes and into his wrestling shorts. His iconic “Who’s Game Is It?” The T-shirt had the sleeve cut off to expose his thick, muscular arms. His hair cut was fresh, and his Cuban link was glistening.

“So we’re public now? Just like that? I mean are you okay with that because if you’re not okay with that then we don’t have to–

I planted a kiss on his lips as he started to ramble, truth be told I was nervous about it, but I woke up in the mood to take a leap of faith. Besides, if it ends up blowing up in my face, at least I can say we had fun before the wheels fell off. “Maybe not internet public, I mean…the media is gonna have its assumptions, but I want us to do things at our own pace on our own terms ya know?” My hands slid down his chest as he pulled me in by the waist, out the corner of my eye I caught Austin’s lingering gaze. Grayson was talking his ears off about something, but I’m sure the Georgia peach wasn’t listening. I’m sure the new locker room gossip will be how LA Knight won the prize, and if there’s anything I learned from years of being in this business is that the boys are definitely more chatty than us girls. Especially when egos are involved.

“I’m down with whatever you are doll face.” He grinned, his usual charm turned back on, it wasn’t long before our moment was ruined by Bayley, and Liv.

Bayley’s arm wrapped around my neck, a huge grin plastered across her lips, “Well isn’t this cozy?”

“Damn it, I owe Chelsea fifty dollars.” Liv grumbled half heartedly, she pulled out her phone, more than likely texting Chelsea Green. Shaun let go of me, letting the girls swarm me, but didn’t feel offended by their disruption. He understood how important my tribe was to me, and he was never selfish in that right.

“I thought you said you were done making bets after the Super Bowl loss.” Shaun pivoted to Liv, his eyebrows pinched together, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. She groaned in response, the glare in her eyes was harmless, yet it was enough to make Shaun step down from the topic.

“Don’t be like that Liv, you should have known better than to bet against me.” I shrugged, all my friends were pretty much split on Shaun ending up being my main guy. Half of them thought he wouldn’t make it, and the other half were absolutely positive we’d be together.

Bayley let out a boisterous laugh, “I for one always knew what the end game was gonna be, you two look good.”

“Nah Mavis just adds to my beauty.” He chuckled, his gaze landed on me, admiration deep in his sky-blue eyes. I felt exposed, it didn’t take him long to get comfortable with idolizing me in front of everyone.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder, “the only one to outshine the megastar.” I shifted my weight from one hip to the other while simultaneously moving into a pose as Liv pointed her phone at Bayley and I. At last moment Bayley pulled Shaun into the picture, I had one arm wrapped around the back of Bayley, and the other across Shaun’s abdomen. The four of us stood around chatting for a while before Shaun got called to guerilla, being trusted to open the show was a rarity. If there’s anyone that could get the party started, and the crowds warmed up it’s LA Knight.

“And then there were three.” Bayley quipped, she flicked my hair, and the three of us stood there chatting. We weren’t on till a little later tonight, just as we were about to walk off to catering, Randy called me from afar.

“Mavis, we gotta talk.” He sounded, and looked annoyed. My heart jumped, he rarely called me by my name.

I let Liv, and Bayley continue on without me; they gave me a weary glance, but left me anyway. Carefully I approached him where he stood off to the side, he watched me with an intensity that I wasn’t used to. When his eyes were on me like this, it made me feel…bare. His height loomed over me making me feel minuscule regardless of my own height, he crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned in so only the two of us could hear, “the next time one of your little chew toys tries to check me I’m going to kick their ass.” I froze, my brain trying to run through the possibilities of who the hell he could have been talking about.

“What?” I responded, dumbfounded by his accusations, but also the fact that he thinks I have any control over these men.

“Waller just shoulder checked me, I mean I’m I sleeping or does he actually think he ranks up with me? You better take care of him, because if I have to, nobody will like it.” He was damn near frothing, I’ve never seen him so pissed, not like this.

“Waller? That man has never been on my roster, what did he even say?” I nearly choked on my spit, why is that idiot speaking on me to someone else? I’ve never even looked in his general direction.

“Listen…all I’m saying is, handle your business, stop stringing these guys along. It’s gonna cause something you won’t be able to finish Mavis, I’m being serious. Cut em’loose.”

“First of all I don’t need you to tell me how to go about things, and secondly like I was saying, I’ve never talked to Grayson. He’s not even close to my type, cut me some slack Randy.”

“No more slack, you deal with it, or I deal with it. Which is it gonna be?” He said firmly, not an ounce of humor in his tone, and if I wanted Grayson to live to see another day…I was gonna have to face him myself.

I didn’t answer fast enough, Randy was already turning in the opposite direction, more than likely to go find himself an Aussie Icon. Before he got too far I reached out, and grasped his bicep. I groaned heavily, and rolled my eyes which brought a satisfactory grin to the Legend Killers handsome face. “Fine, I’ll talk to Grayson okay? No need for you to murder anybody.” He looked down at my hand placement causing me to realize that I was still holding onto him, he flexed his arm underneath my hand. I quickly snatched away, Shaun’s face popping into my head, I should have known better.

I took a step back for good measure, that’s when a look of realization morphed onto his face. “Please don’t tell me you didn’t make that prick your boyfriend?”

“What? No, didn't you hear anything I just said?” I asked, my eyebrows scrunched, I was trying to figure out why the hell was he always so invested in my dating life.

“Then who is it?” Randy pressed for more information, his persistence would surely be the death of me.

“Why do you care?” I asked, rolling my eyes, he shrugged his shoulders, his arms folded across his chest.

“Because, I need to know who my competition is going to be.” He spoke bluntly, if I had water I’d spit it out.

My heart jumped, “what? You're what?”

“If we’re doing business together, I run a tight ship, Mavis, and we'll most likely spend a lot of time together…because I’m training you.” He explained, of course that’s what he meant.

“Oh…I don’t think Shaun is gonna be a problem. He’ll understand.” He’s never had a problem with me spending time with my other guy friends, training with Randy would be no different, or so I thought.

“Knight?” He said shocked, his voice raising, some people turned to look at us.

“God, tell the whole world why don’t you?” I huffed out air through my cheeks, those damn eyes of his, he really was snake like. It was eerie. I was discombobulated by how hard he was pressing me right now, I was engulfed by his whole presence. He easily snuffed my fire which made it hard to keep up with my cocky facade. I tried to avert my eyes away from him, but his icy gaze, of course he clocked my tea with zero effort.

“Are you embarrassed?” He asked, it’s like he was trying to pull my thoughts from my brain, I’ve never had anyone just out right try to guess what I was thinking.

“No.” I quickly answered, he was making me nervous as hell, and I hated that.

“Then what’s the problem?” His questions were rapid, giving me no time to think, or make up a better lie.

“It’s not one.” I denied, there was an internal battle I was having deep inside, but it’s not Shaun’s fault. Somehow Randy knew this to my misfortune.

“Then why are you acting weird?” He asked, his head now tilted like a curious cat.

“I’m not.” I lied again, never mind the way my pitch went up an octave

“Dude you’re acting weird.” He rolled his eyes as if I just confirmed all his suspicions, which worried me because no matter how good he was at getting answers from me I knew it’d never be the other way around. Randy is an open book when he wants to be, or if you weren’t too intimidated by him to ask. Guess which one I was.

“I am not!” I argued, this time when people turned to look their gaze lingered on us, I shuffled closer to the wall hoping Randy’s large frame would somewhat hide me.

“Alright.” He chuckled, holding his hands up in defense, “I’ll let it go for now, but uh tonight’s the beginning of a long journey. How do you feel?”

“Like I should have been doing this all along, but of course it took a man’s voice for mine to be heard.” On rare occasion I share how I really felt, how lucky he must feel

“What is that, a lyric in a song?” He snorted, like it's impossible for me to string together more than a basic thought.

“No you idiot, their words from my own brain, and I’m serious. I’ve been trying to tell them to let me turn heel in my own organic way. My fans know when it’s bullshit, and they weren’t fucking with that ‘baby face with an attitude’ from me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, that’s why I went ahead and pulled the trigger on it. Now you have the chance to prove to them why you should’ve had more creative control in the first place. However I can’t take all the credit, you’ve been planting the seeds thus far, all I did was water the plant.” His gaze softened, such a 180 from the way he looked at me moments ago.

“What is that, a lyric in a song?” He snorted, like it’s impossible to be gifted at this.

“No you idiot, words from my own brain, and I’m serious. I’ve been trying to tell them to let me turn heel in my own organic way. My fans know when it’s bullshit, and they weren’t fucking with that ‘rebel without a cause’ from me.”

“Yeah, you’re right, that’s why I went ahead and pulled the trigger on it. Now you have the chance to prove to them why you should’ve had more creative control in the first place. However I can’t take all the credit, you’ve been planting the seeds thus far, all I did was water the plant.”

“Still, the final pen should have been pushed because I signed off on it.” I tried to cough away the overwhelming frustration as tears threatened to fall, I hated the way he looked at me. I blinked, then swallowed my words, my eyes swept the ground as I tried to mentally regroup. “Anyways, yeah, I’m ready. I haven’t talked to anyone about tonight.” A white lie, Cardíerre was the first person I called about the impending heel turn. She’s the only non industry friend I had, besides my family, but even they were fans. I need a totally unbiased opinion to talk through everything with.

Randy nodded, he absentmindedly stroked his mustache with his index finger. A pensive expression etched across his face, “hmm that’s good, remember the person you’re turning into. Your real friends will understand.” He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, he gave me a reassuring squeeze, and with his other hand he gave me a thumbs up.

An airy laugh pushed past my lips, “thanks Randal.” My eyes lifted to meet his gaze, a mistake. I couldn’t look away, my brain just blanked, my heart racing, and my whole body frozen. The nagging thoughts of all the expectations bit back, it’s always been hard for me to find a happy medium. Either I’m half assing it, or I take it to an extreme level with my foot on the gas.

“Snap out of it, look at me. That’s it just breathe, we’re right here together Mavis, don’t you dare tap out now.” He shook me by the shoulders, the sensation pulling me from off the ledge.

Just then approaching footsteps could be heard from behind me, followed by Shaun’s voice. If I had been in my right mind I would have understood how incriminating Randy and I looked just then. “Randy, just always find yourself having one on one time don’t ya? Hm I think you’d make an even better counselor.”

“Yeah I’ll look into it, after I’ve retired you…megastar, legend, all the same to me.” Randy quipped, not missing a beat, Shaun’s arm was already snaking around my waist, and pulling me into his side. I felt dizzy, and nauseous. My heart was pounding from what I presumed was a panic, or anxiety attack.

“Oh is that right, well you just give me a call anytime you wanna set that up old pal.” Shaun’s tone became more nasty by the second; considering Randy was already hot from Waller earlier, they couldn’t have chosen a better time to let it rip.

Thankfully an official put their little spat to a pause, it was time for me to walk, and I only had 8 minutes. I caught a glimpse of Shaun’s face, his eyelids wide, and chest puffed out. Randy appeared to be unphased, his eyes told a different story. “How do I look?” I was technically speaking to Shaun.

“You look beautiful.”

“Like money kid.”

Both Randy, and Shaun spoke at the same time. “Ummm thanks guys.” I mumbled, and shuffled past them without another word. Yet again had I been in my right mind I would have noticed that my body was going to betray me in the next 30 minutes. All I could think about was the story Randy and I had been navigating through. There’s certain moments in the script I wanted to make sure to hit extra emphasis on, there’s a panel tonight for a fatal four. Bayley, Liv, Becky, and myself were to Duke it out at Fastlane to determine the number one contender spot. Bayley, Liv, and I are known to be friends. Tonight I was to sever that tie. They hit my music, but I just felt off. My whole body was shaky as I made my way down the ramp, the bright lights, the roar of the fans, it all blurred together. ‘God what am I doing?’ I didn’t even make it to the ring before my vision went spotty.

I screwed my eyes shut, when I opened them someone was kneeling beside me. “You keep going in and out, just stay with me Mavis…” The voice I recognized, I spent enough years on tv to know when Randy Orton was in my presence. “Fuck, can we get a goddamn medic!” He shouted, my body felt heavy, and my breathing ragged like I had been holding my breath underwater for too long. I could feel him scoop me into his arms as he argued with someone who was advising him to let me lie down. “As long as it took your ass’ to get down here! I’ll carry her by my damn self.” The last thing I saw was his piercing blue irises watching me, the feel on his hand caressing my cheek, and my body being strapped to a gurney. How fucking embarrassing.

[smallerplaces]

Zoe, Varsity Captain

I found where I put her!

I keep my smaller dollhouses and all my fashion dolls in a pair of big white cabinets with doors. Turns out that I had shoved Zoe's box in sideways next to a dollhouse painted the same blue as the box edge, in a space where I thought only a miniature taco truck fit. So here she is!

Zoe is a find from Five Below a couple months ago. At the time, she came in this blonde version and in an Black version. The faces were the same, and I impulsively went for the doll who looked like I did as a child, though I was never that athletic. Her brand is Brooklyn Lollipop, which is a real brand with its own web site (as opposed to the kind of white label brand that exists only to slap a name on a box). Alas, Zoe is not currently on their site, only Sophie (an ordinary Barbie clone) and Sophie Sixteen (who is not a teenager, but an Evi Love clone with one Chelsea-sized girl).

For a minute or two, I was worried the locker didn't open. I actively want the locker as storage! However, some pushing and prying did the trick.

Here she is! Zoe is a skinny girl with a large head, and overall pretty cute.

At some point, I thought she might be the same size as Kid Kore Katie. Obviously, I was very wrong about that. Kid Kore Katie is about 8 inches tall (classic Skipper). Kid Kore Jodi is about 5 inches tall (slightly larger than classic Kelly). Zoe is in between. So while "varsity" implies high school sports, she would seem to be about seven years old.

I bought Zoe for her extensive articulation! She has knees, elbows, and wrists -- that's all unusual in her small size. She cannot touch her (flattish, very Sparkle Girlz) face, but she can post a lot. Oddly, she does not have molded underwear. I grew up in an era when dolls didn't, so I don't care.

Zoe's tiny clothes are pretty good. The sweater and jeans are constructed as a single piece, which gave me an idea. Can Zoe wear the Four Friends clothing from Dollar Tree that I use for Evi Love and other taller, sturdier toddlers?

She totally can! Even the shoes are a perfect fit.

In fact, the dresses that look wrong on Evi Love because they're too long for a toddler fit Zoe perfectly!

Zoe is definitely a different species from Arvin Lebec, my Mego Lion Rock war hero.

Then as I was fiddling with photos, I realized that (a) I'd probably bought her to fill the Chelsea "larger than a Kelly" niche and (b) that would make her a peer of Creata Today's Girl Hilary.

Or... not. No, I have somehow managed to acquire a uniquely sized doll with a large head, which is high on the list of "things I will not do," but darn, look at that articulation!

Here she is with a crowd of variously sized young girls, including Emma Dreams, the "looks like me as a kid" pick from the demise of 99 Cents Only.

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

The Lift a Sail Playlists

Here we go! The playlists for the Lift a Sail series, separated for each instalment. Whenever I’m stuck or just want to facilitate daydreaming of scenes, I go back and listen to this. Hope you enjoy!

Lift a Sail — Yellowcard

Daylight — Boyce Avenue

Set in Stone — Ari Hest

Into the Open Air — Julie Fowlis

Close My Eyes — Watershed

Father, Son — Peter Gabriel

Fields & Fences — Yellowcard

18 Years — Daughtry

The Best Day — Taylor Swift

Tear Up This Town — Keane

Telescope — Yellowcard

Ghost in the Crowd — Sister Hazel

The Archer — Taylor Swift

Name — The Goo Goo Dolls

The Way Back — Jason Walker

Cowboy Like Me — Taylor Swift

Long Story Short — Taylor Swift

Burning Man — Dierks Bentley

Hero — Skillet

Hindsight — Lifehouse

Head Above Water — Avril Lavigne

Who’s Looking Out — Twin Forks

Friends in Low Places — Florida Georgia Line

I’ll Try — Jonatha Brooke

I Fought the Law — Adam Brand and the Outlaws

Somewhere Only We Know — Keane

Out of the Storm — Green River Ordinance

Undone — FFH

Human — Gabrielle Aplin

Water — Luke Thompson

Epiphany — Taylor Swift

Convocation — Yellowcard

Heavy is the Crown — Daughtry

Head Above Water — Roll For It

Last Train Home — Joshua Hyslop

Anchor — Skillet

You in the End — Matt Hires

Fix You — Coldplay

Keep Holding On — Avril Lavigne

California — Yellowcard

Painkiller — Paper Aeroplanes

Hospital Flowers — Owl City

I Believe in You — Vertical Horizon

Little Talks — Of Monsters and Men

Wonderful — Rob Thomas

Where the Story Ends — The Fray

Nowhere to Run — Lillix

Disarm — The Civil Wars

Bigger Than the Whole Sky — Taylor Swift

Chasing Cars — Snow Patrol

After the Rain — Nickelback

Boxes — The Goo Goo Dolls

Viva La Vida — Alex Goot & Jada Facer

We Are — Peter Bradley Adams

Yesterday’s Son — Lifehouse

Everything Unsaid — Joshua Hyslop

Paper Airplanes — Taylor Acorn

The Longer I Run — Peter Bradley Adams

I Don’t Know Anything — Sara Bareilles

Stay Alive — José González

Far Away — Watershed

The Wolves & The Ravens — Rogue Valley

I’m Still Here — John Rzeznik

Your Forgiveness — Rosi Golan

Exile — Taylor Swift

Superman (It’s Not Easy) — Five for Fighting

Everything — Lifehouse

A Way to You Again — Jill Andrews

A Way to You Again — Peter Bradley Adams

I Was Here — Adam Brand

We’re All Here — Kenny Chesney

So Said the Lightouse Keeper — Klaatu

Over and Over — The Goo Goo Dolls

To the Sky — Adam Young

Shoulder to Shoulder Around the Fire — Rogue Valley

The Light — SAILR

Unpack Your Heart — Phillip Phillips

Bringing On The Light — The Goo Goo Dolls

Learn Me Right — Birdy

Scraping Up The Pieces — Twin Forks

No Way Out — Phil Collins

Rise — Calum Scott

Lead the Fight On — She is We

Here I Am Alive — Yellowcard

Alive — Daughtry

Come On, Sailor — The Wealthy West

Dementia — Owl City

Almost Unreal — Roxette

Lighthouse — Calum Scott

I’m Alive — Jeremy Kay

Yellow House — Ingram Hill

We Were Happy — Taylor Swift

Atlanta — Ron Pope

The Sun Will Rise — Kelly Clarkson

Men on the Moon — Chelsea Cutler

Halfway Gone — Lifehouse

Embers — Owl City

Don’t Give Up on Us — Honour By August

The Broken — 3 Doors Down

The Deepest Well — Yellowcard

On My Own — Ashes Remain

People Like Us — Kelly Clarkson

Light Up the Sky — Yellowcard

Battle Scars — Paradise Fears

Brother — Tyler Braden

Lighthouse — Silver Trees

Hope — Klaatu

[torresdesigns]

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[alldollsarevalid]

The rest of the doll related things I got at dollar tree

These Barbie accessory packs. I'd never seen these before and the shelves they come on can be reused.

These mini figures. The store I went to had so many different figures. Obviously Grogu is my favorite. He's semi articulated. His head and hands move.

These friends forever dolls and fashion packs. I really wanted the one with glasses and afro puffs but these were the only two I could find.

I got the fashion packs for my Chelsea. I've only tried the pink dress so far and it does fit but the quality is pretty bad even by dollar store standards. One of the sleeves was longer than the other and partially sewn closed.

[reallyromealone]

i met this two boys and they play mobile legends they are playing guess the hero but the voice line is what they would guess the hero like "*giggles* im born with talent" and of course it's guineverr

And out of nowhere me being a girl playing mobile legends is not always they would encounter because all the girls would just to makeup and lipstick

Barbie doll that is sometimes naked that will show up out of nowhere in our teachers desk and here are my ex best friend im going to just make up a name that is close to them

1.john

2.mike

Soo yeah while they were playing guess the voice line one line got me turn head

"I could not see anything...but darkness.."

NO ONE KNEW but me..i said

Me:It's chou

The two boys be shook

They did another one I

"Charge! Knights of night"

Me:alucard on obsidian blade skin

Thats the first part of being friends with them we grew to play with each other in mlbb until i got to go to province

They were sad that they could not see me again but boy after 6years HEHEHEHE i chat them both in messenger like this

Hey you might not remember me but i miss you and john

OMG IS THAT YOU CHELSEA

The one and only bish

I miss you and me and mike are no longer seeing because of his gf broke up again

Oh..what happened to his gf??

I honestly don't know they would broke up and go in a relationship again

Ohhhh anyways im going to make anothe gc of us

Please don't tell me the title is "idk" again

...i can't promise you that :)

And over the month we catch up together again and the day i confess to mike 10/31/2018 (btw my birthday is October 31st i sometimes hate it cause my birthday cake is Halloween themed)

Hey mike i got to tell you something (this is on the gc cause i was too lazy to private message him)

6years ago before i got to province i didn't have time to tell you that

I love you

...

Why didn't you just tell me sooner?

It's just that you have a gf in that time

I'm sorry but...i am gay

Wait wut?

Yeah my ex gf just confess to me before i met you i just don't want to break her heart when she confess i don't really know why I accepted her confess pbut i did but don't worry we can still be friends im your bestie now

Ok i just wanted to get this out of my chest anyways

Wait really?

Yeah im fine i don't feel my heart breaking i still feel fine but thanks for listening to me

Wow that was a nice drama Chelsea your like numb.?

And john i also have a crush on you i basically can't Decide who i want to confess 💀

Oh sht but girl im also gay

Oh dam well then we will be besties then

And funny thing is one time there's a new kid i Know him because he. was my old friend mike was jealous of my old friend cause i kept on talking to him and i would mention him all the time i heard him mumble something " i wish i was...the one you're mentioning rn" boy didn't know i can hear him soo yeah i got bestie zone i don't know why but if my mom would get Angry with me and say some insult i won't get hurt im basically numb and also because i got a big scar on my abdomen and knee cause of accidents i didn't cry i was like..ready to die

I'm sorry I have troubles reading most of this as I'm colorblind and can't see most of the writing

[baekhvuns]

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support!

Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫

Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉

Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me!

Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

So true...Baby girl...

I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱

This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw

What a throwback lol

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

hello!!

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support! //// Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫 //// Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

it really is bc those “next x” where are they??? they fall under the pressure and never end up making it,,, i think u know about how at one time rm got every big player as their mid fielders and they never gave them time to play which made their playing career 📉📉 ancelottt’s doing it again 😭😭 YEAH BARCA GIRLIES they’re actually kind of insane,,, NO SERIOUSLY WHAT POSITION DO U PLAY IN THE CHELSEA FC??? 🤨 yeah it’s so surprising but i guess good for him id be passing out tbh if i saw him irl <3

AND AND?? VARANE RETIREMENT??? AYO?

since we were talking about d*ni a*v*s that m*son gr**nw**d is back 🔫 major loss for prison fc

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

pls do send a few restaurants u go to! AHHH if u go back in the summer you’ll be able to see those waterbomb festivals! hopefully ateez summer cb 🤲🏻😭😭 SEE I WILL KEEP U SELECTIVELY UPDATED, BLOCK UR FRIENDS THEYRE having a london fansign 😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉 /// Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

giving myself this one last time if i can’t write it i will not anymore my fingers just won’t write for him fhwjdh 😭😭😭 U ALREADY KNOWWWWW U ALREADY KNOW ☺️☺️ hannah no legs! took it to aussie as a kid to visit family, went to my cousins place and (left the doll at another’s) came home to her foot being cut off by a 3 1/2 kid <333 i was fed excuses and i beloved them 🫡🫡 one thing about bratz doll’s is that their hair’s are so long,,, i used to shampoo them all the time fbwkfbdk strawberry shortcake dolls are creepy actually good thing u don’t have any 😭😭 STOP IT DO U RMR BRATZ GAME ON GAMEBOY

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

IM YOUNG JCHCKCKS not “everything aged well” LIKE EVERY SHOW FROM THE EARLY 2000’s 😭😭😭 freaky friday is so good,, apparently ryan reynolds has a body swap movie too?? the change up?? gonna watch it but do u rmr that one movie where the nerd or the popular girl and the ‘footballer’ quarter back swapped bodies the “it’s a boy girl thing”💀💀 it was cute at times but not many ppl liked it,, hoping it’s not cringey bc we’ve HAD ENOUGH

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me! //// Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

LMFAOOO TASIR WHOMST??? OH IM SORRY HE DOES NOT EXIST I THINK?? PLS DO TAKE IT TO A FANSIGN 😭😭 JCBANCHCKC DID U DO IT WHEN RM LOST TO BARCA 😭😭😭 will be me when psg v bayern and if they lose

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

omg pls listen to bad liar by them, it started the villain yn and king hwa au for me <3 my religious anthem actually,,, TINNITUS HAD ME WEAK 😭😭😭 like the ringing in ears pls hybe 😭😭 ONE DAY A HORN GREW OUT OF MY HEAD GET THE FUCK OUT TBWMFBKWD THIS DEVIL IMAGERY HAS ME CRYING WHO’S WRITING THESE THINGS 😭😭😭😭

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

do u think he has hand creams for this hand, flavoured ones too,,, JUNIOR TUTOR TELL ME IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE IT GBWMFNWMJC the teasing mc and the poor junior that has to help mc <333 nuna romance <3 DILF MINGI. HAHA. and he?

ur right this tweet, he’s coming for messi’s ballon d’or actually

So true...Baby girl... //// I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱 /// This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw /// What a throwback lol

he’s in his baby girl era omg,,, if he doesn’t put pretty sparkly clips in his hair,, HEY HEY HEY I AM BLIND DONT DO THIS 😩😩 LMFAOOO STOP BRO IS TIRED HIS FACE FBWJDHKWJCJC

baek taemin and kai in one group is a blessing,, their friendship >>> do u rmr this 😭����

WAR IS OVER

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

this is like jessica’s case w sm??? and the company of theirs is trying to get them to promo as 12 members in japan??? wHAAT ARE THEY ON??? chu is so exhausted the media is just going haywire on her,, im glad ppl are supporting her bc that company is run by petty fucks,,, NOOO THAT GWSN THING WQS SO INSANE??? HOW ARE THE COMPANIES NOT ARRESTED ATP?? how hard it is to treat ur group CORRECTLY

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

i tbh didn’t even know what to say,,, wayv was so excited for their fanmeet, baek was coming back and now chris lee just decided to bring him back, just when u thought everything was good 😭😭😭 as in what did he bring to the group,,,, poor baekhyun bc lookas would start with calling baek pig and fat and hitting his injured leg again 😭😭😭 i will THROW HANDS AT HIM ON GOD FBWMDJWK baek back in one day! like bro’s out here dancing like rent due and getting hurt and lookas?

😭😭

and uh?

ARE WE HEARING PROMOTIONS???? FOR EVERYONE???? 41 albums,,,, oh we’re gonna be FED

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2023 in review 2: 4" mini dolls

This is a category where I culled and refined a lot. Mom had about 100 Kelly and Chelsea dolls in their costumes, and I'd had a bad habit of buying Sparkle Girlz Minis to reward myself for enduring grocery shopping at Walmart in Phoenix. (When I went to Kroger, instead I bought My Little Pony Minis. Since a girl has to eat, these things accumulated. I don't know where the ponies went, probably donated years ago.)

Our leftmost girl, Neveah, is a 2002 Kid Kore Jodi or Jodi-adjacent. She's the doll who touched off renewed interest in this size category, as she has a different face-up than the two traditionally used for Jodi dolls. I've been referring to her as Black, but I'm not sure that was her intent, and for 2024 she may be reclassified as a different ethnicity where straight hair is more usual.

The little blond boy, Lucky, is a Lucky Industries clone of Kelly's friend Tommy, in his original outfit. His rooting photographs badly but looks fine in person, and he has such a cute expression!

Evi Love was a standout pick because she's a Black mini with actual curls! Technically, her hair texture isn't authentic, but she's doing a better job of being a Black doll at this size than most others.

Kelly is my favorite of Mom's Kelly dolls and provides the body comparison for this size range.

Kelly has a vast wardrobe, while Neveah and Evi do better in the fashions for Dollar Tree's little science girls. Poor Evi still needs shoes that aren't hot pink! If Simba sold an Evi Love fashion pack with neutral shoes, I'd be on it.

Notably missing here are Scarlet/Ruby (I keep changing what I call her) and Jania, the two reps of different generations of Sparkle Girlz Minis.

Ruby -- or Scarlet, it's a bad sign when I keep changing the doll's name -- was a sentimental save as one of the few dolls I bought in Connecticut, and one of the last generation of Funville dolls. Jania is a new Zuru Glitzeez, representing how the dolls changed after Zuru bought Funville.

On the one hand, I was really excited about doing a comparison of the two, and I did that thing.

On the other hand, they both look cheap and puffy-headed when compared to my fab four. Jania is very similar to Neveah and obviously inferior, both in quality and in interest: there aren't a lot of 2002 Jodi dolls running loose, and there are tons of Glitzeez. Ruby just... looks so stolid and unengaged. I was always having to do a little extra work to fit her into scenes with the fab four. So these two are going into the donation bin.

Important rule coming out of this: Don't buy just to document a clone line's existence. A $3.75 purchase obviously isn't a big deal, but I feel kind of stupid about it. The upshot is that I will not buy anything from MGA's Dream Ella line, no matter how steeply discounted as it's closed out, as my role in life is not, repeat not, to document every short-lived knock-off-ish line of dolls.

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wanna be yours - j. janela

:pairing: joey janela x fem! reader

:warnings: smut (minors dni), public sex, joey being a menace & calling himself daddy, petnames {sweetheart, pretty girl, babydoll}, you are responsible for your own media consumption!!!

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:notes: this hellsite has deleted this three times now.... it's janelaphobic. also i SUCK at writing endings, sorry.

joey was definitely not looking forward to losing his match against cardona, mainly because this was your first gcw event. he wanted to show off and impress you, even though you've been to other shows of his. this was different. he had something he wanted to prove tonight.

joey and you had been friends for a few months. a few months of flirting shamelessly and totally platonic cuddling sessions. he rescued you from a creep at a bar once and you've been attached at the hip ever since.

"y/n, you gotta come to hammerstein tonight. please, for your favorite person." joey begged you over facetime, mere hours before a completely sold out show. you didn't have any other plans besides catching up a new show with a bottle of wine. "janela, you know i love you, but not even i could get tickets to that. and you know how many concerts i get us to last minute." you sighed in response, seeing that puppy dog pout that got you to agree to the stupidest of his ideas.

"if only you didn't need a ticket because you're someone's plus one. someone who's hosting an amazing afterparty that you promised to go to." that feigned innocence drifted away as he started smirking, and you heard your doorbell ring.

shaking your head as you walked to let the jersey boy in, you hear his phone click off facetime and see him smile. "so you're coming right?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- you're truly amazed at the amount of people they squeezed into the historic venue. joey insisted you stayed by his side for as long as possible.

right before his entrance you saw him shake out his nerves, something he does before any match. "wish me luck out there pretty girl." he smiled at you, pulling you close to him. "knock zack ryder back to relevancy j." he chuckled as his music hit, and walked out to the gcw faithful.

you've been to shows of his before, but you've never heard people cheering for him this loud. you watched in awe from a screen in the back. you cringe with every broken door, every chair shot, and especially when chelsea low-blows him.

you can't help but deflate when he lost, especially after giving it everything he had. when he walks to the back with waltman, you run to hug him, before anyone else can get to him. "i am so proud of you joey." you mumbled into his chest. his face lit up. usually you only called him by his last name, or 'j'. that's how he knew, he wanted to tell you in that moment. joey tightened his grip on you, afraid you'd slip away. to anyone else in guerilla, it would look like you two were long lost lovers, finally reunited.

joey looked down at you, "thanks sweetheart." he went to kiss your forehead but recoiled. friends don't do that. friends also don't fantasize about fucking each other joey, the sliver of a conscience he had left told him.

he brought you back to his "locker room". it was a small secluded part of the backstage area, only the two of you and a handful of crates for the ring to go into. " i have to run back out there at the end, but at least you have a private place to change for tonight." the self-proclaimed bad boy said taking your bag from you. "i'm gonna go grab something to drink, want anything doll?"

you shook your head, and watched your best friend walk out the door. you do your best to make yourself comfortable in the small green room, deciding to start touching up your makeup and get changed.

you fight with the top of your powder, until you hear a pop and it spills all over your, well actually joey's, shirt. "of course, why wouldn't that happen?" you chuckled and tried to wipe as much off as you can. the makeup already starting to set in uncomfortably, you stand up and pull the shirt off carefully, as to not make more of a mess.

"i know you said you didn't want anything, but i got you... woah..." joey stared at you, a little too long for it to be innocent. "fuck! sorry, i uh, wow you look good." he clears his throat, trying to play cool, and jokes "i mean i know we're going to a strip club, but if you wanted to give me a private show all you had to do was say something."

with a smirk plastered on his face, and yours warm with embarrassment, you were at a standstill. with an unexpected boldness, you look up at the messy haired man, saying "are you just gonna look, or do something about this?"

that's when you felt your back collide with the old couch. "you don't have to tell me twice." joey made quick work of your shirt, admiring your body, letting his hands run down your sides. "i've thought about your body a lot sweetheart, but you look even better than my imagination." he leaned down and kissed you gently at first, doing his best to show you he actually cared without needing to say it. his hands found their way back to your hips, while yours took purchase in his long hair, lightly gripping and tugging. with one particularly harsh pull, joey moaned into the kiss and roughly bucked his hips into yours.

breathlessly he pulled away, "babydoll, if you do that again, i'm not gonna be able to control myself." his voice had a slight rasp to it, his eyes blown wide with an almost insatiable lust.

"what, this?" you said in a sugary sweet innocent tone as you pulled his mousey brown hair slightly harder than before, eliciting another groan from joey. “fuckin’ hell sweetheart. you sure you want this?”

you nodded your head, your mouth going dry and unable to form words. joey wasn’t happy with a nod, so he slaps your ass hard enough for it to echo around the room. “use your words pretty girl. tell me what you want." "i want you joey. 've wanted you for so long." you replied with a little yelp.

the bad boy smirked at you and started kissing down your jawline, making sure to stop and leave a few very visible marks. his hands found themselves snaking down your body, twiddling with the band of your leggings. you decided he was going a bit to slow for your liking, "j, stop being a tease. it's not nice." "sweetheart, they don't call me the bad boy for nothin'. now be patient and i'll show you why they call me the sex god."

he stood up straight, giving you time to adjust yourself while he was pulling down his trunks. you simply admired the man standing in front of you, almost in awe.

what snapped you back to reality was the way joey ripped the thin black fabric from your legs. "lace huh? something tells me you were trying for something tonight, am i right pretty girl?"

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, not getting a chance to respond before he pushes your panties to the side and pushes his middle & ring fingers inside you. “fuck, babydoll. you’re so wet for me. shoulda’ brought you to ac with me.”

he had a cheshire cat grin on his face, watching the way you where whining and begging under him. slowly he curled his two fingers upward, causing you buck your hips up and meet his hand. "fuck, joey... please..."

he smirked at you. "don't you worry sweetheart, daddy's gonna take care of you. gonna show everyone the prettiest girl in new york is all mine tonight."

removing his fingers agonizingly slow, you cry out at the loss of contact. a dark chuckle escapes from joey as he pulls down his briefs and pumps himself.

he lines himself up with your entrance, and in a rare moment of tenderness, kisses you softly. joey feels himself bottom out inside you and throws his head back with a moan. “that’s it sweetheart, fuck you were made for me.”

his hands find their way to your hips, staying there in a grip hard enough to leave bruises like his fingertips.

not able to get enough of the self-proclaimed sex god, your hands pull him closer to you. on a particularly deep thrust, you run your nails down his back harshly, earning a groan from him. “why doesn’t it surprise me you love getting hurt?” “i’d watch that mouth of yours baby- ohh, fuck.” you cut him off by raking your nails down his back, leaving behind thin red lines. “you were saying?”

in that hidden green room, only the two of you existed. it was you and your best friend that you’d fallen hopelessly in love with, your best friend who was fucking the life out of you on a ratty old couch.

you could tell joey was getting close because he dropped his head down you to yours and started to kiss you again, leaving more obvious marks. you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, locking your legs around joey’s waist. “joey, i’m gonna…”

“me too sweetheart, cum for me.”

the room started spinning when you felt joey’s hand slide down to your clit. your walls clenched tightly around him, causing his release. you giggled as joey flopped his head onto your chest. “i see the hype of gcw now. you don’t do this with all your special guests, do you?” immediately he shot up, “no! i know, it doesn’t seem like that. sex god and all, but i don’t want you to think i did this just to get you to sleep with me. y/n, i’ve had a thing for you since we met. i planned on doing this later actually, but, will you be mine sweetheart?”

instead of responding, you tilt his head up and suck a large hickey onto his neck.

“if i have to go out with people knowing i’m yours, it’s only fair for me to leave them a reminder of who you belong too.”