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#id in alt text#i read the book and it slapped#i watched the movie and it slapped#i didnt know it was possible to deliberately change things from book to movie and still keep the soul of the book#especially changing the movie to PG????#somehow it worked super well???#if you are queer love to cry or both this book/movie is for u#all the lead actors were great#special shoutouts to riz ahmed who actively fights for diversity in film and is very articulate to that end#and eugene for being eugene (i didnt know he acted ever before and he DELIVERED here???)#chloe grace moretz was also great#nimona#tiger roars đŻ
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whatâs up with BB! Puddleshine? been having thoughts about him recently lol. i find it funny that rowanstar grabbed this random child from the nursery and was like âbam hereâs our brand new doctor and spiritual leader everyoneâ
(*shaking twelve year old in the background*)
You know what's pretty cool about AVoS, buried underneath the slog of it all? The thing I keep going back to about this arc, in spite of how annoying it is to be forced to say in ThunderClan as everything interesting happens off-screen?
The way that so, so many young warriors are horrifically traumatized by both the structure of the Clans, and the Kin that they turn to.
It's a shame that the Erins were so committed to the idea of the Clan social structure NOT being the problem, because this whole arc is a perfect time to show how flawed it structurally is. LET these kids have a point, that maybe they were rebelling against something broken, but Darktail was a malicious actor who exploited their naivety to serve HIS ends.
A recap of what's happening in BB!AvoS before I explain my intentions with the Puddy Boy;
The big problem that I want Rowanstar to display is a problem that ALL the leaders of this time period also have. Commitment to Clan rivalry.
After Firestar was killed in AVoS by Dark Forest warriors, Bramblestar considers diplomacy secondary as a tactic. "ThunderClan will not be bullied any longer. We have been too soft with the other Clans for too long; and they have humiliated us by taking advantage of our kindness." (Note: Harespring and Breezepelt being part of the assassination patrol is not revealed until TBC. For MAXIMUM drama reveal.)
He escalated a border dispute that Firestar had worked closely and intimately with ShadowClan to resolve; a fight for a knoutberry patch on their border, just before Winter.
After Russetfur died in this painful battle, Blackstar backslid hard from his redemption arc. This caused the Thunder/Shadow alliance to dissolve towards the end of OotS, ending a friendship between the two Clans that had lasted through all of Po3.
He was open to Sol's manipulation, and while Tawnypelt was trying to fight the Dark Forest trainees who took over ShadowClan in the meantime... Rowanclaw became deputy by organizing a patrol of cats to remind Blackstar how much he means to them.
So Rowanstar inherits the Clan with this in mind. ShadowClan solves SHADOWCLAN'S problems. "ThunderClan had a quarrel with WindClan, but decided that we were their enemy. Leaving ourselves open for betrayal was a mistake; if we cannot handle our own problems, we will inevitably succumb to them when our so-called 'allies' don't come to help." (Note: he isn't completely wrong. His words are borderline prophetic for what's about to happen.)
Onestar has a smug chuckle at this. Since taking leadership, he's been appealing to the strongest, hardest members of his Clan. Those who once tried to kill him for his "weakness" in the Civil War. The "lesson" ShadowClan learned is one that he's known since the day Onewhisker died and Onestar was born, on the night of that sabotaged muirburn. "That so-called peace was always a farce. We are warriors of the four Clans; it was always going to come down to honor, and putting ourselves first. My WindClan isn't foolish enough to pretend like ThunderClan ever acted in anything but their own, hidden self-interest."
And Mistystar respects the direction Bramblestar has taken his Clan in, and approves of the "honesty" that the Clans are now showing. "As the branches of the honeysuckle fight and win the light for themselves, sometimes there are beautiful flowers that die in the shade. We can mourn the end of an era, and prepare for a future that will be made all the sweeter for our shared struggle. This is the way of the Clans, and StarClan's solemn light shines upon us all." (Note: god I love writing Misty's speeches)
In the family tree reworkings, Rowanstar is now the brother of Littlecloud. Sons of Brokenstar, honor-sired for Newtspeck.
Littlecloud... is suffering from early onset Alzheimer's.
He didn't want to choose an apprentice after Flametail's horrible death, heartbroken and stressed out, especially when he couldn't reach his nephew through contact with StarClan.
He can't remember, anymore, that Flametail was freed. He keeps forgetting this, over and over
He keeps ending up in different times of his life, where he's best friends with Cinderpelt and still calling Leafpool by her pre-Honor Title name, where he's inventing a mobility device for Wildfur, where he's still escaping the plague and before he knew his mentor caused it, where he's on the Great Journey...
Rowanstar is in a lot of pain, watching his brother forget so many things, scared and confused half the time. He doesn't want to believe that this is really the end, or that... many of these cats are now so young they can't recognize the various eras that Littlecloud is finding himself in.
Puddleshine and Slatefur are going to remain in Pinenose's litter. Either Lion or Birch MIGHT get shuffled to another one; and ALSO the shuffler might survive the Kin. (SO voice which one you want to survive, if you have a preference!)
SO, Violetshine has either two or three adopted siblings... plus another.
Pinenose's oldest surviving child is Happypaw. Happy is the half-sibling of Puddle/Slate-- the death of Weaselkit in the Great Battle caused his parents (Pinenose and Owlclaw) to break up.
(this is why I'm thinking about just reducing the litter to Puddle/Slate, so Violet has three major adoption-siblings to remember instead of four.)
And now we're ready to talk about Puddleshine.
He isn't the first young cat to be shoved into an extremely high-pressure position because of a Cleric becoming incapacitated. Kestrelflight was also forced to become the holy speaker of his people when he was far, far too young, after Barkface died in TNP. He dealt with this obediently, with only Jayfeather ever really being able to get him to think about it in a different light.
Unlike Kestrel, Puddlekit did voice that he was interested in becoming a Cleric, in BB. But he was too young to be properly making that choice, to know what he was getting into. He mentioned it practically offhandedly, and BOOM Rowanstar had rolled him into the position.
But Puddlepaw has a deep sense of responsibility. "Wise beyond his years"-- likely because of how tumultuous his home life was.
His mother's oldest child, Happypaw, was openly a bully of his half-siblings. Pinenose distanced herself from him as a result, causing Happy to be closer to Owlclaw, who was still not over Weaselkit's death.
But Puddle's Ba Spikefur is not a cat who handles his kit's emotions well. Instead, he encourages ambition, tells him to get back at his half-sibling by being more influential than that twerp could ever be.
Puddle will often go to Violet, the new POV, to vent about these things.
And one thing he mentions to her is how amazing Kestrelflight is, when he gets to meet him at the half-moon conferences. He learns SO MUCH from him, it's like he GETS what he's going through...
Puddle doesn't even feel sure that Littlecloud knows what he's doing anymore. If he's learning the right information at all.
But Rowanstar won't DO anything about Littlecloud-- and he CERTAINLY isn't about to let Puddlepaw go train under someone else's Cleric.
As a result of this, Puddlepaw becomes a VERY important member of Sleekpaw's little group. He wasn't one of their friends to begin with, buuuuut...
When he sits to chat with Sleekpaw and Needlepaw, with Happypaw good and far out of earshot, she makes a lot of sense.
A LOT of it.
ShadowClan is run by old men who don't know what they're doing. Rowanstar is too emotional to make good choices. Puddlepaw, barely even old enough to begin apprenticeship, is running all the medicine for an entire Clan.
And, sure, he doesn't have much in the way of a connection to StarClan, no, just a little more spiritual than the average cat...
But who can point this out? If Littlecloud is slowly losing his mind anyway?
"It's not right, how much pressure's on you," Sleekpaw growls, "And it wouldn't be this way if we could challenge Rowanstar. You should be training with Kestrelflight right now."
"But we're dealing with the shells StarClan dealt, and the Clan is looking to you now," Needlepaw points out on behalf of her friend, "You have much more sway than you know."
This time around for BB, Sleekpaw starts as a young hero. She's right. Rowanstar should be challenged, his emotions are affecting the ENTIRE Clan, and Puddlepaw is in a bad position because of it. Needlepaw is like her best diplomat, surely to become her deputy someday.
They would have made an excellent set of leaders for ShadowClan. But they trusted the wrong person, and were exploited. When Darktail and The Kin came to the lake, they were swept up by it, and WindClan began an embargo.
Puddlepaw eventually oversees the Yellowcough Outbreak, and at first just thinks it's Greencough. He has no idea about strains, or the special types of Color Cough that Clan cats have historically dealt with. Even when he finally does learn it's not JUST Greencough, he's powerless to do anything about it. A lot of cats die because of the lack of mullein.
After that, with ShadowClan so weak and the Kin so strong... he's one of the cats who calls for the merge. The most important one, in fact, leveraging his position to say that this is StarClan's will.
Sleekwhisker and Needletail were right all along, and he's happy to stick it right into everyone's faces. Onestar's tantrum of an embargo killed his Clanmates, Rowanstar stopped him from properly training, he's been under pressure from the time he was small with Littlecloud not fit to be a mentor, and he's ready to welcome in ShadowClan's new era as something that is not a Clan.
...unfortunately, it turned out to be the wrong choice. Not because his thought process was wrong. But because Darktail had other plans in-mind.
#Also I did decide on it being early onset alzheimer's for BB!Littlecloud specifically#It means a lot to me... my great-grandmother had it in her last days. And it's very likely I'll get it someday too#and the line that leads from her down to me#it scares me. So I want to explore it. For myself#especially in such a terrible situation like this#BB!Puddleshine#obsessed with all of these children making big choices for their Clan and the way it's going to make them turn on their IDEAS#They were right. They were right to be mad at what they were mad at#But it was a bad actor who ruined it.#If I have to deal with a born-evil foreigner in BB. Then I'll lean into it. I'll reveal he wasn't such an outsider after all.#And I'll show that the xenophobic backlash was the WORST possible route for all of these cats to take#and yet... they do. They attack the one thing they felt they had control over#When the truth is that it wasn't their fault.#BB!Rowanstar#Better Bones AU#BB!AVOS#Their biggest mistake was being mislead. I hope Puddsy realizes that when he looks at Shadowpaw#Kindness for himself through kindness for another.
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#The Atypical Family#I havenât enjoyed/ been so moved by a drama in a very long time â¤ď¸#just finished it I cried so much & SO hard haha#I was completely immersed and engaged from beginning to end which is rare (12 eps is a good length too)#I didnât expect it to have so much depth and be so touching going into it I just wanted something different#mental illnesses complex interesting characters complicated -toxic- family relationships fantasy fated lovers found family...#well written and WONDERFULLY acted!!#the whole cast was amazing but the two leads were just outstanding wow#never saw either of them in big roles and now Iâm a huge fan of both#Chun Woo Hee Iâm so in love with you#Iâm usually more touched by the female lead (actress/character) but the male lead actor was acting his ass off and made me SOB many times#his scenes with his daughter Ina oh I was a MESS and of course the lead couple scenes together <3#I also havenât been that impressed by romance lately in shows but theirs was truly beautiful (and again: really well acted)#I could relate to parts of most characters: Dahae Donghee Gwiju Ina..#a poetic emotional rollercoaster and my favorite drama this year so far (by far)#now I want to carry on watching Queen of Tears (mainly for my Queen Kim Jiwon Iâm her number one fan) and watch Lovely Runner too#but it will be hard to beat this one and I highly recommend it!!#deserved more love & attention#my mom loved it too it standed out to her and she watches ALL the kdramas lol#forgot to mention the magical OST I see you by the oh so great Lee Sora and her bewitching voice <3#I also havenât been so moved by an ost in a long time it added so much to the atmosphere of the drama & really transported me into its worl#korean drama#2024#shots#cinematography#jang ki yong#cheon wo hee#Claudia Kim#park soyi
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with the recent like self-analytical framework of [putting hand on own shoulder] "are you looking for the external validation of value in this which would never be guaranteed, and you don't even think it should be contingent on this anyways" it's like, that also speaks more to like "yeah i did really enjoy live performance / theatre-adjacent and -overlapping stuff"
like i have my sense of how much i loved things and none of that involves any memories of having enjoyed it b/c of any feedback i got, from peers or instructors or anything. memories of curtain calls don't stand out much. like fun Specific Feedback was a kind older (relative to me) performer with the central role telling me that my literal leaping onstage (dance performance. grande jete entrance) despite a technical difficulty that would have to be improvised around was Inspirational/Motivating lol. i stopped having any particular stage fright (although is that when you're onstage? more like, anxiety beforehand about messing up. being onstage was the easier, enjoyable part) thanks to just having to yolo through those technical difficulties lol....anyways and then that same show actually, some relative to me younger audience member's dad was like "she's your (role's) biggest fan" and we nervously take a pic together lol. these things were fun & standout but Not Even It; not at all like "this is what makes it all worth it" like this is largely beside the point but a fun little bonus outlier event or two
like there was also no "i loved it b/c of Being In A Cast" nor b/c of any particular like, hanging out having fun Social Element. i loved rehearsing, though. loved being backstage (or in green rooms, or dressing rooms) but not because of any particular company or goings on. loved waiting & practicing / warming up & getting things together like your own costuming & being summoned to backstage & whatall. loved all the technical elements of getting a show together, when things were being assembled / worked out, though i didn't get to have much of any active hand b/c i'm like this twelve year old just learning the part, but it was fun to witness. none of my sense of what contributed to having a great time entailed any particular praise or anything; there was some implicitness in how all at once i graduated from [ensemble performance, back row for tall people] to [roles with solos] and the like, but there was just like, being busy, doing things well enough that it just wasn't Impeding anything lol, and in other arenas where i might've gotten more comments about being like, an outlier per whatever measure of success, it was definitely like, it's all just [successfully avoided negative attention] and ofc people think good grades are good but i'm not particularly moved by the awareness that that in turn is what's good or impressive about me, or something. or that i have to have anything like that for [successfully avoided negative attention]
and i wouldn't have like, done a monologue to an empty room and been like wow magical. i'd do my thing for rehearsal, and then for an audience, but you can't really see the audience and you're like ten doing local ten year old recreational stuff so it's like, the curtain calls you don't remember much (by you i mean me) and then you're done, and for me it was the fun of just like Everything Before. no like classic memories montage of great times socializing, it was me sitting in the green room equivalent, me warming up in the hallway, enjoying being in an auditorium for like 7 hrs of rehearsal, etc, we didn't do any like social events like high school performance afterparties or anything; i wasn't like Friends w/even the occasional person i also knew from school, and that didn't matter or diminish things in the least. performing A Show and for whatever Audience and that abstract is completely good enough. any of my parents' involvement, unavoidable b/c i couldn't even get places without being driven, was a major downside; i didn't like any like post performance [congrats] from them b/c that stuff was just its own unconstructive Performance that you, by which i mean me, were required to be sufficiently like Oh Wow about when it's like, the focused attention from you here means i want to leave; being left all amongst other adults during rehearsals was the good shit, while it also wasn't the case i needed like support or hype from any of those adults either.
there was Some tradition of like, older students in some program who'd take a trip to nyc / do some performance or other, and that seemed exciting but it stopped existing before it could be relevant to me lol. also for the first like, show that was like "audition for parts" vs "class recitals" they gave us like a relevant keepsake for it, and that was a nice surprise, since i had a great experience and all. and one of my main [not dance, with lines and everything] experiences being this fourth grade english class scenes from julius caesar, auditioned again, i'm like hell yeah that this has to be nongendered b/c it's all a bunch of guys, so i play a guy, and an antagonist yippee who doesn't die midway through and sounds easy-peasy to be like [be the dictator assassin] lol. it's funny how already i Cared about like, wish we had Effects instead of awkward silence for the drama of that assassination. wish i like, knew fuckall about acting. but the teacher just focused on telling us all to talk louder b/c nobody could be individually mic'd, and in the end you really couldn't hear fuckall of other performances so that was a win. and we got to do it twice b/c some people's parents got stuck in traffic. all i remember of my parents' presence was being like "omg yes i get to stop being here talking to you b/c we get to do that Again hell yeah"
like it's social but in a Parallel way. i'm contributing my part, i know my role, you know yours, i'm fondly remembering sitting in some school lobby having mini muffins with hours to go before our performance, amongst other people but not at all hyped abt interactions with them or at all disappointed abt the absence of any. i enjoyed it all being in front of people, others involved in the show, or the audience, but i wasn't there for any specific feedback, just being Part of that group constructed experience there. truly this case of like....loved all of that exactly as it happened, was on my own shit, did not need any external validation, didn't need a specific kind of Socializing that's supposed to look like having individual interactions with personal friends, had this passion for it that i also was having a perfectly good time exploring on my own, whilest also enjoying working with / learning from whatever instruction i got. like sure wishing i knew fuckall about acting but that it turns out no not everyone necessarily all loves stage acting as The Peak like that, and this comfort and interest with it that comes from like, you have all the practice of Having to perform and mask and act in life against your supposed incorrect abnormalities, but here's this constructive and creative and expansive edition of that art and science. good enough for doing it all through like fourteen
#the like metanalysis i'm applying to the wynnstannery journey meanwhile....a multifaceted like Oh Yeah I See places hand on surface#tl;dr like yeah i would love to do theatre in w/e ways and i would truly enjoy my experience completely in its own right. b/c i Have....#stopped dance when i was fourteen coz knee hurty; gender hurty; parental involvement hurty; was going into college and was like will i even#have time for dance stuff? like yeah maybe but i didn't know it & figured i'd probably be forever busy & fail out anyways. took a break.#and that first year there was some delightful The Shakespearean Theater Just Down The Street also theatre adjacent class experiences#which was just More expansive & More evidence like yes i love all this shit a lotttt thanks#however at this juncture like; oh you Can audition for school theatre & even get there by yourself#didn't want family to know & come; didn't want to be alongside ppl who Did have all this high school experience and even if they didn't#were older so just probably at all better at shit lol. also my roommate had a lot of theatre interest & experience so i would've felt#awkward or out of place. like i do Not want to have to be really socially connected or like be criticized on some As Personal Acquaintances#supposed helpful basis lol. was sort of peripherally eventually [theatre doers] socially involved but eh#i had fun helping out with behind the scenes stuff Sometimes; or just hanging out in that arena#but i didn't make friends really & the true Downgrade was feeling like i was supposed to be / Had to be#one of those cases even when it's like ''yeah for some people they let you be around peripherally b/c you're the butt of the joke''#like yeah great lmfao This Isn't It....but then going off oneself to some pwyw shakespeare show where you don't know what's going on but#that's not even required to enjoy it and Live Theatre and hell yeah babey. the actors were all whole adults & professionals & kind#like for me the social aspect is [when you're In A Show there's more afforded ''you're allowed to be here''] lol & that's it.#i like being around people but i like being there ''by myself.'' i can enjoy spontaneous; fleeting interactions contained in that moment#i don't need or even want those to Lead To Something That ''Actually Matters'' like an ongoing personal friendship or w/e#i enjoy those interactions in their own right; interacting in the capacity of both doing Show Tasks in their own right#i enjoy being in these Performances and Rehearsals in their own right & All The Enjoyment Was Already There.#i never needed or particularly looked for Especial Feedback from any sources. there needed to be an audience but that presence Was It.#i was engaged & enriched & interested in my own right. all very clear and clearly Genuine#vs whatever i was recognized as especially Good At or what i would just kind of do / was supposed to do but it's like; eh#or just otherwise like yeah i like some of this; but not nearly as much; &/or there clearly aren't ways to engage w/it in ways that i#actually want to or enjoy. i loved having a part but never needed it to be like Solo or the Main part. when i was doing & had done the#performing in rehearsals or shows like That Was It; that was what was fun. didn't anticipate or need the least Especial Feedback#just knowing like yeah that's the good shit. this is a real Passion that i enjoyed w/o ever needing anything ''more'' / external validation#wahoo....and the inherent value & relevance in just Knowing of that fact lol. wasn't always clear to me like yeah we all love that shit#in just the way that i did; right. like lol maybe not exactly and not always; actually.
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never watched the broadway, never read the book, but how old are galinda and elphaba meant to be?
#onion sprouting text#i⌠prolly wonât watch the movies but⌠i think both leads looked older than i was expecting?#i guess it makes sense to not have the og broadway actors who are older as the leads but⌠i⌠idk⌠didnât expect ariana grandeâŚ#the age prolly doesnât matter in all honesty i was just surprised that i expected younger#but then i think about oz the great and powerful and like⌠idk how old franco/weisz/kunis were at that time either
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Hope They Catch Us - G.S.
Synopsis. When youâre on-screen, itâs always a rivalry to see whoâs best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.
Pairing. Actor! Gojo Satoru x Co-Star! Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rivals-to-lovers, co-stars to lovers, unprotected, oral (fem receiving) slight exhĂbitionism (stuff with cameras), marking, praise, Satoru is actually down BAD, cĂşmplay, tabloids, lowkey fluffy at the end, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.5k
A/N. YA GIRL IS BACKKKK ;D Also happy belated three months to this blog hehehe.
Lights, Camera, Drama: Gojo Satoru and Leading Ladyâs Off-Screen Feud to SINK Box Office Darling?
âTheyâll Kill Each Other!â Insider Source Spills All on the Royal Rivalry Between Hollywoodâs Hottest Bachelor and Bachelorette.
Enemies of The Century or Publicity Stunt? Recent Cast Outings Sets Fans Speculating!
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You hated him. Oh, how you hated him. All because of a red-hot rivalry that had sparked ever since the two of you took the industry by storm. And everyone from Hollywoodâs bigshots to your adoring fans knew that no matter where Gojo Satoru goes, you were sure to never be within a ten-mile radius.Â
Well, usually.Â
âIâŚshit- Iâm in love with you.âÂ
Because avoiding Gojo like a plague really isnât saying much when said plague was currently sitting right next to you. Eyes boring into yours, signature smirk plastered on his face while he rattles off a disgustingly sweet confession - all on the set of your latest movie.Â
Somehow, in a cruel twist of fate, your co-star.Â
And to add insult to injury, this wasnât just any movie - it was only set to be the biggest romance film of the summer. So not only did you hate to tolerate Gojo, you had to pretend to be in love with him.Â
Perfect. Great. Wonderful. If only the check wasnât as tempting as it was, you think he wouldâve successfully driven you to an aneurysm already. Especially considering that the scene tomorrow was-
âCUT!âÂ
That snaps you out of your little reverie, bringing you back to the still very ongoing film shooting. You risk a glance at the disgruntled director, cheeks aching from the sappy fake smile you had to hold for this scene.
âSomething wrong?â you bat your lashes deceivingly innocently. You knew exactly what was wrong. And one look at Gojo - dressed to the nines and huffing sulkily at being interrupted in the middle of his monologue - told you that he did as well.
âIt just doesnât feel real.â The director shuffles his script, voice dropping to a sigh at your confused gazes. âThe spark, it doesn't feel real.â
âWhat?â you silently thank your years of acting for keeping your voice steady. You squirm in your seat the longer the silence stretches. This cozy little cafĂŠ they rented out too tight, Gojoâs fingers intertwined with yours too hot. Too soft.Â
âCâmon. You are in the perfect romantic set-up.â the other man gestures wearily at the cafĂŠ, at the dim-lighting and the proximity of your seats. âSo why do you two look like you want to just- strangle each other?â
âOoo kinky~â
Itâs the first time Gojoâs spoken up since the scene was ended early and honestly that was enough to have you fulfilling the directorâs suspicions.Â
âThat.â you give him a pointed stare. âThat is probably why.â
And that just draws out such an infuriatingly light chuckle from Gojo, as he sprawls all over his chair with the audacity of someone that owned this entire set. âLighten up. Youâve told us, nâ in the next take Iâll fix it. Easy peasy.â
If only it was that âeasy peasyâ. The director was anything but satisfied, running a hand through his hair frustratedly. âItâs not just me, even the public is worried whether your âfeudâ will get in the way of such intimate scenes. You-â he jabs a finger your way. â-better pretend like you want to kiss him senseless and you-â whirling now to Gojo. â-better act like youâve wanted nothing more for years- Not to mention tomorrowâs sex scene-â
Ah, right. The sex scene.Â
How could you forget? It might not be a walk in the park to giggle and make heart-eyes at Gojo, but to actually pretend to have sex with him? All on camera? Curse whoever wrote this damn script. You couldâve almost laughed at the universeâs absolutely awful sense of humor if it hadnât been for your paycheck - and the next words that tumble out of Gojoâs pretty mouth.Â
âWeâll ace it, you just watch.âÂ
You hurriedly snap your eyes to meet Gojoâs, sending him a look that says âbehaveâ, in a way that very much makes him not want to. Twinkling with such dangerous mischief that makes your stomach flip as he hums, âOr- Iâll ace it.â
God, was it a battle to remain professional. The only thing stopping you from snapping back being the way he squeezes your hand mockingly reassuringly - to which you send him a death grip back, of course.Â
âOh? Care to elaborate, Mr. Gojo?â the director asks, eyes flitting between the two of you. And you canât even laugh at the rest of the staff for almost toppling out of their seats in an attempt to hear his answer - because you are, too. Mind whirling as you lean closer, wondering just what nonsense would come out of Gojoâs mouth.Â
âWell, you could sayâŚâ he trails off suspensefully, like the smug bastard he is. Looking right in your eyes as he flashes an unfairly pretty smile your way. âIâm irresistible like that.â
Exactly the type of nonsense that would come out of Gojo Satoru, of course. And one glance at the director told you he was thinking the same thing. He was going to be the death of you. You canât help but breathe out shrilly, âYou fucking-â
âMy apologies, director, but our leads have a scheduled interview soon. Rest assured, we will be early on set for filming tomorrow.â
You were definitely giving Nanami a raise after this.Â
Because if looks could kill then Gojo would be six feet under and youâd be dancing on his grace already - and you let him know. A little over twenty times, actually, as the both of you are hastily escorted away from the set for an âemergency interviewâ.Â
It was a flimsy excuse, you both knew, but Nanami hadnât exactly felt like cleaning up a crime scene today. Instead, settling for a swift escape, the director calling out after you two to âLook like youâre gonna rip the clothes off each other tomorrow.â
Rip the clothes off each other, huh?
With the way things were going, you couldnât be surprised if you ripped him a new-
âCâmon, sweetheart~â Gojo gets out through giggles, that familiar cackle echoing in the narrow hallway leading to your trailer. âYâknow I was just having a little fun with that olâ man.â
He saunters unhurriedly behind your brisk pace, easily blocking the way you swing the door shut in his face. Letting it shut with such infuriatingly smooth nonchalance.Â
âFun?â you scoff, jabbing an accusing finger right in the middle of his sculpted chest.âDo you even realize the mess you couldâve made?â
âEasy there, mânot insured for these pecs just yet.â Gojo clasps your hands together. Some strange little part of your skin burning at the touch in- anger? Something else? But you donât think too hard about it, because heâs plowing on, âBesides, a little teasing never hurt anyone.â
Such a shame he was so pretty with the stupidest mouth.
âA little teasing? You practically declared to everyone in that room that weâre gonna fuck this up.â you move to pull him down by the collar instead, clearly unimpressed.
But oh you shouldnât have done that - because heâs so close now. Too close. Hot breath fanning your face, looking so smug as he murmurs unrepentantly, âDo you?â Chuckling lightly at your little head tilt, âDo you think weâll fuck it up?â
You clench your jaw, trying to keep it all together. â...No.â
âExactly. Weâre good then.â he winks.Â
âNo. Weâre not fucking âgoodâ.â you grit out. Wondering exactly how difficult it might be to bother the director into completely recasting the male lead for the movie. Looking up at that million dollar smile and- yeah, it would be very difficult. âYouâre so insufferable. I donât know why they cast you.âÂ
âMy good looks? My charisma? The way Iâm the-â he trails off with a sigh at your glare. âWell, youâre not exactly a ray of sunshine, sweetheart.â
âAt least I can act and-.â
He whines dramatically, cutting off your rant. âMe too!âÂ
This conversation was so ridiculous - but, hey, the great Gojo Satoru always did bring out the worst parts of you.Â
âNuh uh.âÂ
âYuh uh.âÂ
âThen why are you so stiff when acting like youâre in love with me?â
Somehow, that makes Gojo shut up. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water - gasping out a strangled little, âB-because- well-â And if you didnât know any better youâd say that was a light blush dusting his ears.
Only for a split-second, though, because heâs grabbing you gently by your shoulders, more seriously than youâd ever seen him. âFine. Listen, we both want the same thing right? To have pretend-sex and ace this film to win like five Oscars?â
And maybe at the heat of his newfound proximity, maybe at the way he was looking at you so goddamn intensely - you feel something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Swallowing thickly, you manage to get out, âIâll be the one winning the Oscars...but yes.â
Gojoâs gaze roams all over you - from the quirk of your eyebrow to the dress hugging you so sinfully tight. âThen weâll do it. Ace the scene.â
Traitorously, a shiver runs down your spine. And because the universe loves to play jokes on you, Gojo notices - of course, he does. Eyes lighting up with amusement and something you really didnât want to decipher as you blink up questioningly, âHow?â
âMethod acting, silly.â he rolls his eyes, as if he wasnât implying something that wasnât seen in even the cheesiest of romcoms. âThink of it as running lines.â
If there was ever a moment where your life flashed behind your eyes then this just might be it.Â
âYou-â you gulp, so hot all over. âYou better shut the fuck up and pray your face is insured because-â
At this, Gojo throws his head back and laughs - loud and boisterous. And usually youâd have a thing or two to say about keeping his voice down so as not to let anyone outside hear, but shit you were mesmerized. Damn, a weird little part of you kind of understood why directors loved him onscreen.Â
âFeisty,â he muses. âBut how can I shut the fuck up when theyâre second-guessing the two best actors in the game?âÂ
âThe best? Me, maybe.â you lean in closer, mouth as bitchy as ever - even when youâre so obviously crumbling bit by bit under his gaze. And he knew that. âBut not you.â
âWell, only way to find out is with tomorrowâs scene, right, sweetheart?âÂ
He drove you mad - everything from his heady cologne, to the way that overpriced button-up clung to him like second skin. But, donât pull away - how could you? Not when he inches closer ever-so-slightly. Not when he lets those overpriced glasses slide down his nose, eyes locked so heavily on you.
Fighting to keep your words steady, âThereâs nothing special about that scene, just fake moan in front of the camera, right? We donât need anyâŚâmethod actingâ.â
Gojo only raises a brow in amusement, lips curling into a grin that really makes you too aware of his little dimple by the corner. âThen whyâŚâ His eyes flicker down from his hands, searing on your shoulders, to yours - still grabbing his collar, just grazing the soft skin of his neck. Not pulling away. â...canât you let go of me, sweetheart?â
And then youâre kissing him - or maybe heâs kissing you, you really donât give a fuck. The only thing running through your mind being that shit this was Gojo bane-of-your-existence Satoru, and he tasted soâŚsweet. Like those cheap lollipops he often snuck on-set. Strawberry, you think.
But you donât get to confirm, because suddenly heâs pulling away mere millimeters. Whispering hotly, absolutely dripping with something dangerous, âSooo, is that a âyesâ to running lines?â
âUgh, shut up.â your lips ghost his. âAnd just fucking kiss me.â
And, well, Gojo doesnât have to be asked twice. Because it only takes a split second for his lips to find yours again.Â
Yeah, definitely strawberry lollipops.
You hadnât filmed any of the kissing scenes just yet, but damn you didnât expect him to be so hot and messy - like he was drunk off of you. Licking at the seam of your candied lips, groaning softly like he wanted more more more-
âSh-shit, Goj-âÂ
âCall me âSatoruâ when weâre fucking.â he cuts you off. âOr, my bad. When weâre ârunning linesâ.âÂ
Shameless. Though, you guess you werenât any better - not as you press yourself closer running your hands all over his sinfully thin shirt, feeling every bump and curve of his abs. âYou talk too much, Toru.â you hiss, muffled against his lips.Â
Oh that cute lilâ nickname had all the blood rushing to Satoruâs cock, you were so unfair.Â
âYou little minx.â Like a little punishment, heâs biting down on your bottom lip, tugging lightly at your surprised squeal. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âHmm, I doubt it.â
And then your back is hitting the couch before you can react, bouncing lightly at the sheer force. And youâre so swept up in him - the way he hovers over you, arms looping around your waist, his knee wedging between your legs - that it almost hurts for you to pull away.
âPatience.â you huff out a laugh at Satoruâs disappointed whine, eyeing those pretty pink lips mere inches away from you. You just wanted them on yours. So badly. But no, there was something more important you had to do right now. âJusâ thought we should record our little rehearsal, whaddaya think?â
âRecord it?â
âRecord it.â
âRecord it, hmmm?â heâs whispering, more to himself than you. Fumbling with the zipper of your dress. âSo youâre sayinâ we tape it, let the camera see how pretty you look all fallinâ apart fâme.â Kissing down your neck, letting the flimsy fabric fall down, âNâ then we improve for the pretend sex. Shut all those snobby directors up by giving them the best fucking sex scene theyâve ever seen.â
âY-yes?â you mutter, as he starts tweaking your hardened nipples through your bra, clearly having way too much fun with this. âUnless-â
âFine by me.â
The fabric hits the floor before you even realize whatâs happening. Head spinning too much from the idea of being fucked on camera - by Satoru of all people, it takes you a second to realize that this bastard fucking ripped your dress off.Â
âYou probably broke-âÂ
âIâll buy you a new one.â muffled, as he kisses down your navel, blindly fumbling with his phone.Â
âIt was expensive.â
With an impatient sigh, Satoru sets the camera up on the coffee table beside the couch. âFive new ones.â Angling it just right to perfectly capture you - in all your disheveled, horny glory, and Satoru, smugly seating himself between your thighs.Â
âReady?â he asks, finger hovering over that damn red button.
Well, itâs just for rehearsal, right? Right?Â
âDo it.â you manage to get out, voice getting stuck in your throat at the faint ding! that rings throughout the heady room. âFor my Oscars?â
âFor my Oscars. Nâthe cameraâs gonna know.â
And whatever retort on the tip of your tongue dies when he rocks his hip against yours, grinding his cock against your soaked panties. Rock-hard and so damp with precum already - so big that any and all rational thinking flies out the window.
Which is probably why youâre letting out such a pretty gasp, âS-Satoru, I want-â
âWhat?â And Satoru only flashes you a devilish grin, hands spreading your legs as far as theyâd go on the couch. âThis?â
He licks a long, long stripe up your inner thigh, all the way till he just meets the hem of your drenched panties. Teasing. So hot and depraved in the way he breathes in your scent.Â
âOh fuck, sweetheart.â Satoru grunts, looking down in awe at the damp fabric, so flimsy and see-through with your sweet juices. You slick beading through so sloppily, just a hint of the state you were in. âYou donât know how you drive me mad.â
Rip!Â
Heâs so fucking starved that heâs just tearing your poor panties clean off. Throwing them behind him to God-knows-where before spreading your swollen folds with his thumb, showing off just how wet you were for him.Â
âYouâre a tease.â
âAnd youâre fucking addictive. Look how fuckinâ wet you are. For who, huh?â he slurs, breath hot against your cunt. Circling your entrance just barely with his fingertip, teasing you like he was addicted to those frustrated moans coming out of your pretty lips.Â
âSâfor you-â you whine, âAll for you, Satoru.â
âExactly what I wanted to hear.â
And thatâs all that needs to be said before heâs burying himself nose-deep. Drunk off your pussy as he licks long, languid movements. And it wasnât enough - never might be, actually, because only one taste and Satoru was like a man possessed.Â
Bullying his tongue between your folds, just dipping into your sloppy hole in a way that had your slick smearing all over his pretty face. Letting out such deep groans that had you clenching around his hot tongue.Â
Shit, if you knew that this was the way to shut up the great Gojo Satoru then you wouldâve done it a lot sooner. Because for one in his life, Satoruâs too entranced with something else to run his mouth, so fucking satisfied between your thighs.Â
âFuck- hah- think I like you better w-when hngh- youâre like this, Toru.â you purr, breath hitching as he bullies his tongue between your folds.Â
Maybe you were an idiot - maybe you were a genius, because that only sets him off more.Â
And suddenly Satoruâs pulling your body closer onto his hot mouth, like you were weighless. Pushing himself so impossibly closer while he makes out deeper with your wet cunt.Â
âAh! Hngh- Satoru-â you keen, tugging at his soft locks. As delirious as Satoru was pussydrunk. Drinking in all your cute lilâ whines of his name, angling your hips to lick all over like he couldnât decide between fucking your sloppy hole or toying with your poor, ravaged clit.Â
âMhm?â he murmurs, the vibrations making you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of his head as lets your sweet juices slide down his throat. âYa like this?â Stretching you out on his tongue, thrusting in and out of your sloppy hole. Over and over- âLike when I tonguefuck your pretty pussy?â
âNgh- love it- sâgood. Ah fillinâ me up sâgood.â you squeal, bucking your hips desperately into his pretty face, broken little whimpers leaving you at each rough push of Satoruâs tongue.Â
And oh Satoru thinks he wouldnât mind being on his knees every day if it meant he got to taste you like this. âTell the camera too, sweetheart. Practice how youâll come around my tongue.â
Those words send a jolt up your spine - or maybe it was the way Satoru was sucking harshly on your clit. âF-fuck off.â
âMhmmm, nâ this is why Iâm the better actor..â
Ugh, this fucker. And with that you fight to turn your head - looking right in the camera. Feeling so fucking lewd as you let out such pornographic moans.
âYeah- feel sâgood.â you whimper, âWanted this for so long, ever since I first saw- ngh- you-â
And shit were you so fucking evil - at least warn a guy! Because that has Satoruâs heart lurching, almost jumping up from between your legs before it hits him with a pang - ah, right, you were just quoting your characterâs lines. Of course.
Well, two can play that game.
âYeah?â he mutters into your folds. Two fingers plunging knuckle-deep in your pussy, massaging your plushy walls. Roaming around for that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so deliciously. âCanât believe I waited sâfucking long. Yâknow how hard it was to hold back? With you wearing all those slutty skirts fâme?â
Your body is jerking violently, both at his - practiced - words, and the way he was devouring you like you were his favorite meal. His favorite taste.
So eager and in-character with the way he was setting such a dizzying pace on your poor cunt. Slick trailing down from his fingers, all the way to his wrist. So sloppy and- Pressing down. Hard. âFound it.â
And you can only sit there and take it, such cute little whines of Satoruâs name leaving you as he leaves no mercy. Jaw grinding deeper and deeper, maddening. Aching as he rolls and swirls his tongue against your clit over and over. And you were so-
âClose?â Satoruâs grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Truthfully, he didnât even have to ask - if the way you were trembling and squeezing so fucking tightly around him was anything to go by. âGo on darling. scream my name. Show off fâthe camera like you do best.â
âSh-shit. Toru- fuck yes-â youâve got an iron-tight grip on his hair now, pulling and angling him as you pleased for more. Barely able to let out those strained lilâ moans, definitely not with the way heâs dragging your sloppy pussy all over his face. Fingers cramping up from how rough he was going - but still not stopping.Â
âGo on. Cum fâme.â
And then you are. Letting out such a teary, strangled moan of Satoruâs name as you cum all over his face.Â
And itâs not just for the camera either - because this orgasm is probably the best one youâve had in a while. So hard that you donât even realize youâre arching and rocking your hips into Satoru, white-hot pleasure behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Using him.Â
And he doesnât stop you. Why would he? You were so pretty falling apart all because of him. He wishes he could see this more oftenâŚ
âS-Satoru.â you mewl, overstimulated. Jolting with each flick of his tongue, trying to close your legs but you canât - he wonât let you. Greedily lapping up all your sweet juices, everything that you give him.Â
âNope.â he drawls, finally pulling away, delicate strings of your slick snapping as he does. Looking so fucking drunk off of you that it makes your cunt quiver exhaustedly. âCâmon now, sweetheart, you were sâpposed to say my characterâs name. Sâhow the scene goes.â
Oh. Shit, you got too caught up. But one look at Satoru - eyes half-lidded, hair disheveled, your juices glistening all over the bottom half of his face so prettily - tells you he was much the same.Â
âWellâŚâ you huff, voice shot. âAccording to the script you were supposed to stuff that-â pointedly eyeing the achingly hard cock straining his pants, â-in my mouth first before eating me out. So here we are.â
With a chuckle, he rises slowly. âTouchĂŠ.â Looking you straight in the eyes - and probably into your very soul - as he pops his fingers into his mouth. One by one. Groaning at the taste of your sweet sweet juices while he sucks them clean. âBut I donât think Iâd last one second with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.â
And it almost makes you want to tease him for it - one of Hollywoodâs biggest It Boys but you canât handle a lilâ blowjob? But all of that gets stuck in your throat as Satoru starts peeling off his shirt ever-so-slowly.Â
Shit, you think. All mouthwatering curves and dips, all the way from his toned, milky shoulders down, down, down to those neat tufts of white peeking out from the hem of his underwear. Sculpted like he was handcrafted so meticulously - a fucking masterpiece, you had to admit.Â
One that made you wish you took a longer look at all those shirtless magazine covers instead of throwing them out. One that had your thighs squeezing in such anticipation.
And Satoru seemed to be admiring you just the same, eyes locked on your pussy, the way it glistens and clenches around nothing - so ready for him. Distinctly aware of how pathetically needy you were being in front of the blinking camera, you crane your head to glance at it. Was it really capturing-
âNow now, first rule is to never look at the camera during this scene.â Only for Satoru to squish your cheeks together, forcing you into an embarrassing little pout as he turns you back to face him. âLook at me.â
And oh you canât not look at him.Â
Especially when he tugs his pants down, just enough that his throbbing cock springs out, so fucking long and pretty. Smearing glossy precum all over his abs, flushed your favorite shade of pink, rock-hard and so so angry. Shit, he was so hard it looked like it hurt.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you breathe, legs wrapping around his slutty waist to pull him closer. Only needier despite that little nagging voice wondering how the fuck youâd take his sheer size.
âSweetheart?â
âI remember he didnât do a lot of waiting in the script.â
And God were you right - but Satoru doesnât think he couldâve kept this act of restraint up any longer even if you werenât. Too impatient, too starved, his sanity dancing away from him with each second his fat cock wasnât stuffed inside your pretty cunt.Â
âMhm.â he purrs, one hand reaching down to drag his fat head up and down your slit. Heavy balls squeezing painfully at the way your lip wobbles in frustration. Up and down up and up and- âYouâre right.â
And then itâs like something snaps.
Because it only takes a split-second for Satoru to start splitting you apart on his massive cock. Big fat tears pricking at your eyes at the feeling that he was pushing all the way into your lungs.Â
âSh-shit, sâfuckinâ tight-â he lets out a low grunt at the slight resistance, taking everything in him to not just fuck into your snug pussy and use you like his little plaything. âYou gotta hah- relax, pretty girl.â
You needed to relax more - to breathe maybe, just something. You werenât even in the right state to wonder whether that little nickname was in the script - and God was Satoru thankful for that. Because all you can think of is how you never imagined what the bane of your existence would look with his cock stuffed in your dripping cunt - but now that youâve seen it, you think youâll imagine it for many lonely nights to come.Â
âHey, now. Donât get camera-shy just yet.â Satoru gives your ass a playful smack. âAfter all, this is only the best- part-â
Each word is punctuated with shallow, mindless little thrust to fit himself inside your dripping pussy. Such cute lilâ whines leaving your swollen lips that he really canât help but tease you a bit. Leering down at your fucked-out face with a smirk, âOr- my bad. Forgot such a scene would be hard for a rookie.â
Oh, did he know how to press your buttons just right.Â
Because immediately, youâre blinking away the delirious haze in your eyes, voice so adorably shaky - but determined - as you grit out, âBring it on, you B-list wonder.â
Thatâs all that has to be said before heâs finally bottoming out inside you, mercilessly. Inch by fucking inch. You gasp as his twitching balls smack your ass so lewdly, feeling his veins beat in such a slutty lilâ thump! thump! thump! against your heavenly walls.Â
âT-Toru- big- ngh- too fuckinâ big. Mâgonna break mpf-â his lips claim yours. Partially because itâs been way too long since heâs kissed your pretty lips, and partially because Satoru might just cum right then and there if he let you run your mouth.Â
So he lets his hips do the talking instead.Â
Cooing into your mouth at each little ah! ah! ah! every time he stuffed you full of his dick, quick, experimental thrusts to try and find that one spot he knows will have you falling apart so prettily.
âSounds so beautiful, sweetheart.â rocking his hips faster into yours. So hard you were sure heâd leave marks. âNo camera in the world can pick up how fuckinâ perfect ya are. Canât ngh- pick up those cockdrunk lilâ heart eyes.â Angling your chin just so that your sinful expression is caught on camera, âShit do ya even know youâre doing those? Might just make me lose it for real tomorrow. Might just make me sneak you off to the dressing rooms nâ-â Manicured fingers digging into your hips while he fucks you in jagged, purposeful strokes. Hitting that one spot. Hard. âFuck you all over again.â
You flinch as he uses you like some object. Dangerously liking it more and more as he smugly hits that magical spot over and over-Â
And it was so sloppy - so filthy with the way Satoru still had remnants of your slick all over his lips, matching the way you were soaking his cock. Fingers moving down to draw erratic little patterns on your clit, making it even messier.Â
Close - too close.Â
So, so desperate and debauched.
âCâmon. Show the camera. Tell the camera how much you love it.âÂ
âNgh- f-fuck you.â
âOh? Whoâs fucking who now?â heâs laughing at your absolutely wrecked state. You can feel Satoru twitch inside you as you mumble out such delirious little praises to the camera - were they coherent sentences? Youâll never know, because the next words that fall from his lips have your mind reeling.Â
âGod, mâaddicted to you, my girl.â
âThatâs not- ah- in the script, Toru.â you hiss. Close.Â
âI know. And neither is that.â he leaves such uncharacteristically gentle kisses down your neck. Miles away from the relentless place on your poor, abused pussy, fucking you deeper and rougher every time despite already bottoming out. âDoes it have to be?â
âTh-that doesnât ngh- make sense.â you gasp into his open mouth.Â
âDoesnât have to.â
Maybe itâs the way Satoruâs panting those words against your lips. Or maybe itâs the way heâs looking right in your eyes while he says them - like it would kill him to pull away. Maybe even that fleeting little kiss he leaves against your lips.Â
Because before you know it, youâre cumming and cumming so hard that you wonder whether youâd make it out alive. The only thing you can do is throw your head back and take it, thighs quivering, Satoruâs names spilling from your lips in such broken little whines while he thrusts so sloppy. Once. Twice.Â
âAh- this is gonna have me fallinâ, huh?â And then heâs letting out such a low, muffled moan of your name, filling you up with rope after rope of his cum.Â
What?Â
Itâs so messy - his cum overfilling your poor pussy, spilling out and coating his twitching balls. Shit, you canât even worry about whether it would stain that overpriced couch below you. Not when Satoruâs whispering out sweet- lines from the script?
âFuckinâ beautiful underneath me. Always was.â Hips still fucking into you - not even thinking at this point. âAlways will be. Such a vision onscreen, sweetheart.â So thick and hot, and dribbling all the way down your legs with every movement.
And then Satoruâs lips are finding yours again, tasting so unfairly sweet while he drinks in all your cute breathless gasps. âSuch a vision fâme.â
Those werenât from the script either.
Something soft. Something scary. Something that has you looping your legs tighter around his waist, letting him collapse onto you. Pulling him closer, in fact, because now that you know the weight of his body on yours, it just felt so right.
It takes a moment of silence for you two to catch your breaths, the still rolling camera being the last thing on your minds. Neither willing to speak first, because shit Satoru mightâve gone to countless red carpets and film sets but this - you are what strips him away from all the glamor and fame. Until he was just, well, embarrassingly Satoru.
The Satoru that was now shifting shyly in your arms, trying to get up. âUh- Hell of a way to run lines, huh? Better check the camera nâ see where to impro-â
He might be one of the biggest actors in modern Hollywood, but Satoru didnât fool you - not one bit. So without a word, youâre tugging him back to rest against you. Heart lurching just a little bit as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Like a little hideaway - from the camera, from the world, hell, maybe even from you.
âYâknow,â he flinches ever-so-slightly at your teasing tone, giving you a playful bite. âI have one area of suggestion and it might just be that youâre too good at ârunning linesâ.â
â...Good enough to win those five Oscars?â
âNo.â
âThen guess I better prove it to ya, huh? Is the camera still on, sweetheart?â
Just then, some weird little part of you thinks that, hell, maybe you donât hate Gojo Satoru after all.
Not anymore, at least.Â
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Deadpool and Wolverine might actually be the best love letter to Marvel that Iâve seen.
On a meta level, the movie feels like it was written in response to people dismissing the Marvel properties that arenât the MCU. The MCU is the âSacred Timelineâ while everyone else gets thrown into the trash aka the Void. Wade even tried to become an Avenger because he feels that his life doesnât matter. Then, Wade gets a chance to join the MCU. Of course, heâs thrilled, but is then told that the rest of his universe is getting destroyed since they lost its âanchorâ (aka it lost its relevance). So, Wade decides to fight for his universe.
On a surface level, you can read this movie as a criticism of the MCU in that itâs treating the only stories worth a damn as the ones coming from that universe. But I donât think thatâs the case. I mean, first off, this was made by Marvel Studios. Feige and Co had to sign off on this and a great deal of the plot stems from the Loki show. Second, the movie felt more like it was trying to say that ALL Marvel stories matter. Itâs not really criticizing the MCU, itâs criticizing how audiences view the Marvel movies/shows that arenât the MCU. The âwhy should I care about this movie if it doesnât lead to the next Avengers movieâ attitude.
Thatâs why I say this was the best love letter to Marvel Iâve seen. Itâs a celebration of the companyâs works, both MCU and non-MCU. You can see that from the Easter eggs, the cameos, the nods to the fandom, and the emphasis on forgotten characters getting a chance at redemption. Even the jabs at the company and fanbase feel like they come from a place of love.
But what really sold me on this movie being a love letter to Marvel was the ending. Instead of a tease to a potential De4dpool movie, it was a montage of the development of the Fox Marvel movies (I canât say X-Men since clips of the Fantastic Four were there). On one side, itâs a touching send-off to the Fox X-Men franchise. On the other side, it felt like a reminder of why people love Marvel to begin with. Itâs these people - actors, writers, directors, producers - coming together to make these entertaining stories for us, to bring the comics to life on the big screen. Itâs like Ryan Reynolds was telling us to take a step back from all the conspiracy theorizing, nitpicking, and fanbase drama for a couple of hours, that we should just enjoy this Marvel movie as it is.
And it worked. It was genuinely just a fun, awesome movie to watch. If weâre using the MCU-as-a-TV-show-analogy that people love using, Deadpool and Wolverine is the 100th episode that is made dedicated to the fans and celebrating the show as a whole. Itâs a fanservice movie done right, one that goes beyond just references and cameos.
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Warnings: MDNI!, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, family fluff, toji has like 50 kids (4) and tries to be a good dad
Summary: Toji's selfishness is getting in the way of your family. When he notices that your family is slowly falling apart, he does what he can to hold it together.
*Actually a long oneshot! for @ayyy-pee's collab
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âACTOR TOJI FUSHIGURO SPOTTED GETTING A LITTLE TOO COZY WITH NEW CO-STARâ
The headlines are everywhere, itâs nearly impossible for you to ignore them. Itâs not only the headlines but the pictures, the videos, the talk shows, the clear chemistry between themâ And if that isnât enough, the messages and calls you receive asking if youâre okay, are driving you insane. You donât know how much more you can take of this.
Toji wanted to venture out of his usual villain role, wanting to do something more lighthearted, more fun. Whenever heâd audition for anything where he wasnât the bad guy, he would get a simple answer: youâre not the guy weâre looking for. Truth is, Toji is too intimidating and lacks the look of the perfect picture man that theyâre looking to cast in romcoms. You arenât going to lie and say that you were bothered by this, because in fact, you were glad he wasnât.
As selfish as it sounds, you were happy with the fact that Toji was getting stuck in the same villain roles. Heâs already famous enough, and you have more than enough money, he doesnât really need the lead role since it means that heâll spend even more time away from his family. But you lie to yourself because if he got the lead in any other movie, youâd be ecstatic for him.Â
The dreaded day came, and Toji got a call from his agent. An offer for a lead role in a new and upcoming romcom. It was hard for you to be happy for him, even though your husband was so excited to venture out of his usual character. âHeâs going to kiss someone elseâ was the first thought that came into your mind, and then you realized that movies nowadays are so much more explicit than just a kiss.Â
Toji wasnât supposed to, but he told you about a couple of things in the movie. He was so excited, and he couldnât keep a thing from his wife. He told you of the characters, the plot, the scenes he was most excited about and the scenes he was worried aboutâ The steamy scenes where Toji will be stripped to nothing with his tongue down another womanâs throat.Â
Jealousy would consume you for the next months, realizing that your husband is going to pretend to be with some other woman; however, you canât be too mad, since itâs all just happening in front of a camera. Youâre the only woman Toji loves, you know so. You shouldnât take this too seriously.
Until the relationship came off the cameras because the pair has undeniable chemistry, and the directors thought that hinting they were having an affair would make for great promo. You nearly begged Toji not to do it, but he didnât listen. He wants to ensure the movieâs success, which you understand but itâs humiliating for you and your family.
Youâre upset with him, and Toji knows this, but heâs allowed to be selfish. Heâs wanted this, and heâll do just about anything to make sure everything goes smoothly, he can risk having you mad at him for a few months. Although, heâll admit that it sucks because youâre so cold with him.
âHow about we take the kids and go out for dinner tonight?â Toji asks, watching as you get out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel. He wants to go on a date with just the two of you, but he also misses his kids. It doesnât matter what Toji suggests either way, because you ignore him. He clears his throat, repeating, âHow about we go out for dinner?â
âHuh?â You respond, acting as if you hadnât heard him before, and Toji doesnât know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Toji repeats the question a third time and you proceed to answer, âIâm going out tonight, I canât.â
âWhat are you and the kids doing?â Toji questions, wondering why he wasnât invited. He guesses he knows why, but you shouldâve at least tried to make the effort since it involves your kids.
âIâm going out, the kids are staying with the nanny.â You tell him, which makes his eyebrows perk up. Toji stands up from the bed, walking over to you. He hugs you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder.
âHow about weââ He begins but you proceed to cut him off before he can even finish his sentence.
âIâm going out with friends. Without you.â You answer, removing Tojiâs arms from your waist. You walk to the closet to find your outfit for the night, and Toji canât seem to leave you alone, following behind you like a lost puppy.Â
âYou donât have to be so cold.â He argues, and you pay no attention to him. You were clear that you didnât want this to go this far, yet he let it happen. You can be as mad as you want to be with him. âWhat are you planning to do anyway? Cause a scandal to get back at me?â
âIâm allowed to have fun, am I not, Toji?â You respond. You simply want to go out without thinking of your husband and all the embarrassment his job is bringing. If it causes a scandal, then so be it.
âThen why are you so set on going alone?â He replies, and you scoff. You canât believe the audacity.
âI just want to be away from you because you humiliate me.â You finally look at him, shooting him a glare. It shouldnât hurt because heâs caused his own problems, but it still hurts to hear that from his wife, âI was upset about the movie, sure, but I knew you wanted to do it so I bit my tongue. This publicity stunt is too far, and I told you not to do it over and over again, but you did it. Fine. Youâre an adult.â
âAnd? You know itâs not real.â He argues, which only ticks you off more. You wonât raise your voice because your children are wide awake, and you donât want them to hear as you yell at their father.
âDo you know how many pity messages Iâve gotten? The amount of calls? Iâm just the poor victim to all of them, and also the stupid woman that wonât leave her husband.â You respond, and he opens his mouth to argue that itâll be over soon. In a couple of months the truth will come to light and everything will go back to normal. âThe kids are getting teased about it too. Megumi is old enough to know itâs a stunt, but the other three arenât.â
âWhat do you mean the two year old and five year old are also affected by this?â He questions in a mocking tone, which tells you that he isnât fully believing you. You feel your blood boil, and you take a deep breath to keep yourself calm. Youâre not letting him get the best of you.
âWell, considering that the ten year old canât keep his mouth shut and tells the other two that mommy and daddy are getting a divorce, Iâd say yes, they are affected by this.â You try to remain stoic, keeping your voice low and calm. Toji bites down his lip, his eyes going wide at the realization that his ten year old refusing to talk to him wasnât just a simple tantrum. âI tried to tell him that everything is fine between us, but he didnât exactly believe me.â
âIs that why theyâre refusing to talk to me?â Tojiâs demeanor changes, becoming somber in a matter of seconds. You end up shrugging, not really knowing why your son is acting the way he is, but you can only assume itâs because of it.Â
âIâm not sure. Probably.â You donât care to really find a solution to his problems since youâre upset with him too. He needs to realize that his actions not only affect him but also his family. You watch as the man walks over to the bed to take a seat and think of what to do with this new piece of information. And while youâre mad at him, you still love him and want to help him out one way or another. You focus on getting yourself ready while you tell him, âHow about you take them out tonight? Explain to them that everything is fine between us andââ
âWill you come with us?â He interrupts you, making you click your tongue.
âIâm going out, you can deal with the issues that youâve caused, alone.â You answer, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He knows that he canât exactly be too mad at you because youâre right, he caused his own problems. âTake them somewhere to eat, watch a movie with them, play with them. I donât know. Iâm laying it all out for you, Toji. You can decide whatâs best.â
âWhat about you?â He asks, and you donât even care to entertain him, sitting in front of your vanity to do your makeup. Toji has to repeat himself, and you sigh.
âFigure it out.âÂ
âRyo, are you ready?!â Toji yells down the hallway, but his ten-year-old doesnât answer. Toji simply goes ignored, and the man tries to remain calm. Getting mad isnât going to do him any good, yelling angrily at his son isnât going to make Ryo any less mad.Â
You left around thirty minutes ago, and Toji spent the entire time trying to convince you to stay; however, his efforts were in vain. You didnât care enough to listen which shouldnât really shock him, heâs still upset though. After you left, he began getting his daughters ready to go out, telling his sons to put on something comfortable since theyâre going out to dinner.
Now that both of his girls are ready, heâs simply waiting on his sons. Toji knows that Megumi is somewhat ready, but he isnât sure about Ryo.Â
âAimi, baby, can you wait downstairs while I check on your brother?â Toji asks his five-year-old, and she nods in response. Toji has to talk to his son alone, but he canât do so with the two-year-old thatâs on his hip. He knows that Aimi isnât going to cause any trouble, but the little one that he holds is either going to get hurt or cause a big mess. Heâs dismissed the nanny, and he canât exactly leave her alone with Aimi.Â
Before making his way to Ryoâs room, Toji walks over to Megumiâs door. He harshly knocks on the door and puts Emi down in front of it, as if Toji were the stork himself. Emi is about to run after her papa but Megumi opens the door, and she squeals when she sees her beloved older brother.
âWhat?!â Megumi yells down the hallway when he spots his father. Megumi picks up Emi from the floor, ensuring that she doesnât run away.
âIâm going to talk to Ryo! Make sure she doesnât get hurt!â Toji responds, and Megumi sighs. Not that he particularly minds, but Toji couldâve at the very least waited until Megumi had her in his arms. Megumi clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment before telling his sister,
âWhat are we going to do with him?â And she shrugs in response.
âI donât know.â She answers, which makes Megumi laugh. He walks out of the room and goes downstairs to join his other sister.Â
Toji stands in front of Ryoâs door. He knocks but heâs met with no response. Toji isnât willing to respect his kidsâ privacy, not when he pays for everything they have. Toji opens the door to the room, finding Ryo in his pajamas, playing with his console. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to have a heart-to-heart with his son, explain everything thatâs going onâ But would Toji really think of that right away?
âChange. Weâre going out.â Itâs an order, and Ryo doesnât like it. Heâs about to ignore Toji but Toji snatches the console thatâs in the boyâs hands. âDonât act like a fucking brat. Change. Weâve taught you better.â
âIâm staying with mom.â Ryo mutters, angrily getting out of bed to do as his father says. Toji wonât lie and say that the words donât hurt him, but he remains stoic.Â
âHurry up. Your siblings are waiting.â Toji says before leaving the room, the console in his hand. He has to hide it before leaving.
âNo more.â Emi pushes her plate away after taking a few bites of the food she ordered. Sheâs barely eaten, Toji wants to make sure that at the very least she finishes a chicken tender.Â
âCan you at least finish this, please? Youâve barely eaten, princess.â Toji asks her, but she shakes her head. Toji has to find a way to bribe her, but first he has to deal with Megumi and Aimi who bicker about⌠Something.
âChew with your mouth closed, donât be gross.â Megumi corrects her, but Aimi isnât going to listen to someone who isnât her mother⌠Occasionally she listens to Toji, but itâs rare.
âI donât care!â She yells, and Tojiâs face slowly gets red with embarrassment. People are slowly looking at the tableâ Itâs funny because he really thought that having Megumi here would be useful. Instead, heâs yelling back and forth with his five-year-old sister.
âYouâre nasty, Aimi!â
âYour face is nasty!â
âWill you two quiet down?!â Toji half yells. His eyes linger on Megumi, âRemind me how old you are.â
âSixteen.â Megumi answers, reality setting in when he says his age. His cheeks slowly turn pink as he waits for his father to say his next sentence.
âAnd youâre arguing with a five-year-old? Loudly, in a restaurant, dare I add.â Toji says, and Megumi pushes his plate away because heâs suddenly lost his appetite. Toji hadnât realized just how hard it was to deal with all four kids without any helpâ Well, three kids since Ryo isnât talking. Heâs not doing anything. Toji clears his throat before asking, âDo you like the food, Ryo?â
Ryo doesnât answer, and itâs slowly driving Toji to his limit. Heâs talking to everybody but Toji, the moment Toji addresses him, he goes silent. Toji looks at Megumi and points at Emi, âGet your sister to eat.â
âRyo, talk to me. Your mom and I are fine.â Toji claims, but Ryo doesnât say anything because things clearly arenât fineâ After all, everyone is talking about it. Toji is essentially ruining the family by running off with his co-star.
âRyo, do you want my leftovers?â Aimi asks her big brother and he hums in response, taking the plate from her. Toji takes a deep breath to remain calm. Ryo technically didnât even say a word, he just hummed in response, Toji canât be mad about that. Then Aimi asks, âDo you think daddy will get dessert? I think they have ice cream.â
âThe key lime pie is better, plus we have ice cream at home.â Ryo argues and Toji gets an idea on how to get his son to talk to him.
âDo you really want the key lime pie? I thought you liked cheesecake better.â Toji comments, and Ryo doesnât answer. He proceeds to talk to his little sister, and Toji canât take it. He slams his hand on the table and causes a scene, âFor fuckâs sake, Ryo! Donât ignore me!â
If all eyes werenât on them before, they definitely are now. The cherry on top is Megumi who tells Emi, âSee, heâs going to do that to you if you donât finish whatâs on your plate.â
Emi begins to cry her little heart out, and Toji lets out the biggest sigh. Curse the day he decided to have kids.
âIâm not going to do anything to you, Emi.â Toji says, but sheâs crying and stuffing her face out of fear. Everyone is looking at him, some people surely recognize him. At least this fits the narrative that his family is falling apart, and while it was all a stunt at first, itâs starting to feel real.
Itâs his fault, he canât blame anyone else but himself.
âFinish up, weâre going home.â Toji sounds defeated, and he is. Taking the kids out to dinner should not be this hard.Â
âWhat about dessert?â Aimiâs voice is filled with disappointment.
âDessert isnât happening because you kids donât know how to behave.â Toji answers, and Aimi crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. Toji wanted to make things better with his kids, but unknowingly, heâs made them worse.
âNight, night, princess.â Toji kisses Aimiâs forehead, but she doesnât care to even acknowledge him. She doesnât say anything, turning to her side so she doesnât have to look at him. Toji sighs, âYouâre ignoring me too, huh?â
She doesnât say anything, which doesnât really upset Toji. Sheâs just mad that she didnât get dessert, tomorrow sheâll be fine with him again. He kisses her temple before telling her, âI love you.â
He knows waiting for an answer is useless, so he turns off the lamp and walks out of the door. Aimi will eventually get out of bed and run after him to apologize because she feels bad since she loves her daddy so much.Â
Toji closes the door, and he looks for Ryoâs console. Once the console is in his hand, Toji goes to his sonâs room. Toji doesnât bother knocking because he knows he wonât get a response. Ryo has the lights turned off, trying to sleep since thereâs nothing better for him to do. But Toji knows that the child isnât sleeping, heâs just like you, he tosses and turns a million times in the night before actually succumbing to slumber.
âHereâs the console, kiddo. Thanks for going out with us tonight.â Toji says, putting the console on Ryoâs dresser before walking over to his side to press a kiss on Ryoâs temple. Toji hears some sniffling coming from his son, which makes the man want to fall to his knees and cry as well.Â
Toji has four kids, heâs heard them cry many times before for trivial things. Heâs never really felt this before with one of them because he really wasnât at fault. He was doing things for their own good⌠But this time heâs doing all of this for his own selfish reasons.Â
âMy baby boy, please talk to me.â Toji kneels down by the bed, hoping that his son will finally say something to him. Itâs killing him slowly, he just wants to talk to him. Toji doesnât want his kid to hate him, but it feels like Ryo is slowly getting there.
âI donât want you and mommy to get a divorce.â Ryo finally speaks up, and Tojiâs heart breaks when he hears him call you mommy, considering Ryo started calling you mom the day he turned eight. Toji stops kneeling, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.Â
âEverything is fine between me and your mommy.â Toji says although itâs hard to believe. Theyâre not fine, but youâre not getting a divorce either. âWe just have to talk things out, but weâre not getting a divorce.â
âAll of my friends are talking about you and how you two will end up splitting.â Ryo finally sits up on the bed, and Toji doesnât really understand why this is even a topic of conversation for Ryoâs friends, but it is and Toji has to deal with it. âAnd itâs your fault.â
It is, Toji canât really say otherwise. But he isnât splitting up the familyâ At least not by having an affair like the news claim.
âRyo, I promise you that your mom and I are not splitting up.â Toji tries to reassure his son, but Toji isnât all too sure himself. âWe are having some issues, but itâs not because of what your friends are telling you. What theyâre telling you is not real.â
âButââ Heâs about to keep going but Toji has to cut him off. Toji canât keep defending himself, he keeps using the same argument over and over again and he doesnât know how many times he can actually say the same words.
âDid you ask your mommy about this?â Toji asks, and his son nods in response. Ryo has asked a million times and you always have the same answer.Â
âYeah⌠She said that you two were okay.â He replies, yet he doesnât believe a single word of it. Toji is growing frustrated, but he canât let it show. His whole job is to pretend to be someone else, to act out certain feelings and suppress the actual emotions that run through his body, he should be able to do that, right?
âThen why donât you believe us? Your friends donât know whatâs happening in our relationship.â Toji points out, but thatâs not enough for Ryo.
âI know mommy was lying.âÂ
âWhat do you mean? Did she tell you she was lying?â Tojiâs confused. Ryo is ten, heâs not smart enough to spot a lie, especially from you. Youâre a damn good actress, when you show your emotions itâs on purpose, and Toji doubts you were purposely showing your emotions.
âI was going to ask her something and I saw her cryingâŚâ Ryo confesses, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. Heâs certainly hasnât heard that, but Toji clears his throat before arguing,
âYou do know that your mom has a completely different life and she couldâve been crying for something that doesnât involve me, right?â Toji is sure that the crying had to do with him, but he isnât going to let that be known. Ryo nods in response, since what his father says does make sense. Toji ruffles his sonâs hair before kissing his forehead, âNext time youâre mad at me, donât give me the silent treatment.â
âI wonât.â Ryo answers, although neither of them are too sure that heâll keep up with his word. Toji stands up and gives the gaming console to his son, and Ryo wastes no time in taking it.Â
âYou can stay up late tonight.â Toji tells him, which puts a smile on his face. Toji also walks away with a smile on his lips, feeling victorious after getting his son to talk to him. Toji exits the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
Toji begins his walk to Megumiâs room, planning to check up on him. However, when his hand touches the doorknob, he feels a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looks down to find his five-year-old hugging him. He chuckles, âWhatâs up, Aimi?â
âPapa, Iâm sorry. I love you too.â Tears are streaming down her face, feeling guilty about not telling her daddy that she loves him back. Toji picks her up from the ground, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.
âMy little princess, Iâll get you some ice cream tomorrow.â He assures her, rubbing her back. She continues to wipe her tears because once they begin, theyâre hard to stop. He takes her back to her room, reads her a story and puts her to bed once again.Â
Toji continues what he was doing, checking up on his kids before going to bed himself. He waits for you, but it gets late. His eyes are closing on their own and before he knows it, he falls asleep. Heâs getting old.
âToji, babyââ Youâre calling out to him. It takes a moment for him to open his eyes, but they open rapidly when he feels you kissing his cheeks. Itâs definitely nice to feel you kissing him after barely acknowledging him the last couple of days. Still, he canât help but question,
âAre you drunk?â You keep kissing him. He doesnât smell any alcohol on your breath, but that doesnât really answer anything. He feels your hand go down his torso to his sweatpants. Youâre just incredibly horny, thatâs a good enough reason. Your hand goes to his sweatpants, wrapping around the base of his cock before lazily stroking it. âWhat happened to you? What have you done to my wife?â
âI just need you. Need you so bad.â You say in between kisses. Your lips are on his neck, and Toji really canât complain. He misses your touch so muchâ But what the hell happened to you? You were barely talking to him a couple of hours ago; either youâre on something or something happened to you.
âWhat happened, baby?â He stops you. Your hand comes out of his hands and you get on top of him. Your lips go on his, your tongue quickly entering his mouth and pressing against his. Youâre avoiding the answer, and Toji grows worried. Youâre grinding on him, and itâs hard for him to have a clear mind when all the blood rushes to his dick. He doesnât remember the last time he touched you. Youâve been so mad at him that you shut him down the moment that he initiates something.
Toji wants to enjoy it, and his body is but his mind thinks about the fact that nothing has been solved. Heâs not done anything to apologize to you, so he immediately thinks that youâve done something. It takes every bit of him to push you away even though he doesnât want to. Youâre so gorgeous while youâre on top of him like this, that he doesnât want to ask the question but he has to, âWhat did you do?â
âWhat do you mean what did I do?â You furrow your brows, and Toji clicks his tongue. He canât believe that youâre initiating something and heâs stopping it. One week ago he wouldâve been beating himself up for passing up on this opportunity, but he has to know why you changed your mind.Â
âYouâve been mad at me, and now youâre all over me when I havenât apologized.â Toji points out, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. That confirms that youâve done something bad, and his heart beat speeds up, thinking of the worst.
âI met a guyâŚâ You begin and Tojiâs heart breaks. He doesnât need to hear the rest of it because he knows. Tears well up in his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. Yeah, he knew his actions would have consequences but not this. âWe flirted a bit, just having fun and then he invited me back to his placeââ
âYou donât have toââ Toji is about to cut you off, and heâs reasonably thinking the worst.
âI didnât go back with him. I remembered the amazing husband I have, how much I love him, how amazing he is at everything he does. I wasnât going to risk losing you even though Iâm mad at you.â You have to interrupt him before he gets into his head. You press a subtle kiss on his jaw before your lips go to his ear, âBut if you see some headlines tomorrow, donât get mad at me.â
âYou scared the shit out of me.â He chuckles. He guesses heâs getting a taste of his own medicine, but heâs not mad after his initial scare. Your lips go back on his, but they donât last long before moving down his neck and torso. Your mouth kisses to his nipple, your tongue circling around it which makes him bite down his lip.Â
Toji is sensitive. Just about anything will make him cum. You continue to kiss down his body until his sweatpants obstruct your path. You desperately push them down, while Toji reaches for the lamp to turn it on. He has a particular love for watching you while you take care of him.
Your hand wraps around the base while you spit on his cock. You stroke his cock a couple of times before your tongue circles the tip of his cock. You take your time working him up before you lower your mouth on his cock, taking in as much as you can take.
If Toji had known that this is how his night wouldâve ended by letting you go out, he wouldnât have tried to talk you out of it. A pathetic moan leaves his lips, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him. Heâs missed this, fuck.Â
He wants to push your head down, forcing you to take all of himâ Which he normally does, but itâs not going to end well. Toji knows well that youâll stop, and he wonât risk that tonight. This is a sweet treat that he doesnât deserve, heâs not going to risk losing it.Â
You try to take all of him in your mouth either way, tears building up in your eyes as you gag, eventually spilling and messing up the makeup that was already coming apart. This is what Toji loves, watching the makeup that you work so hard on, fall apart just for him. And you do it because you want to. Because you love the taste of him on your tongue.
You take him out of your mouth, using your hand to stroke his cock. Tojiâs moaning with your every touch, itâs hard not to. Youâre just so fucking perfect with everything you do that itâs hard for him to contain himself.
âBaby, pleaseââ He sounds so pathetic. Toji is usually much meaner in this situation, but circumstances have obviously changed. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. âUse your mouth, baby. Pleaseââ
âHow can I say no to you?â You chuckle before your mouth wraps around his cock again. You take as much as you can take, your hand stroking what your mouth canât reach. Heâs shutting his eyes, moaning your name as his climax approaches.Â
His cum hits the back of your throat, and you raise your head. You swallow it, sticking your tongue out so he can check it. Toji sits up, his hand going down to your chin, thumb into your mouth. The bit of submissiveness that you had witnessed quickly fades.Â
âWhoâs my good girl?â He asks, your tongue circling around his thumb. He wants to know what happened that has you so aroused, but as long as you didnât get physical, he doesnât care. He takes his thumb out, a string of your saliva connecting it to your lips. He orders, âOpen your mouth.â
As soon as your mouth opens, he spits in it. You donât waste a second before swallowing. Toji lips meet yours again, his tongue messily entering your mouth and pressing against yours. You readjust your legs, knees on either side of him. Youâre grinding on him again, and the man pulls away from the kiss, not doing so without biting your lip first.Â
âYou want me to fuck you, baby? You need me?â He asks as you push your panties to the side. Youâre aligning him with your entrance, softly moaning as you push yourself down on him. You canât wait any longer, you desperately need him. You softly moan as he fills you up, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. Youâre sure no one will ever feel as good as Toji.
âWas thinking so much about you, baby. I missed you, Toji.â You moan, throwing your head back. You give yourself a moment to get adjusted to him before moving back and forth on his cock. His cock brushes your sweet spot, driving you insane.Â
Toji shuts his eyes, getting lost in the moment. Heâs missed you so much too, but he canât speak right now because heâs groaning. He canât believe that heâs gone so long without you⌠He shouldnât have agreed to doing that publicity stunt in the first place.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby.â Toji moans, his hands going to your hips as you move on him. He hands roam, looking for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down so he can take your dress off you. His lips go to yours, your moans translating into his lips.Â
Youâre bouncing on him, his lips going down to suck on your neck. You let your moans roam into the air, feeling overwhelmed with how good youâre feeling. Toji barely even tries and he makes you feel euphoric. Maybe you were having second thoughts, but then you remembered just how perfect your husband is.
Toji pulls out, putting you down on the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you. He sets the pace, much faster than how you were going. Your hands are gripping the bed sheets, loudly moaning as your husband pounds into you.
âYouâre so perfect, baby. Youâre everything to me.â He praises you while one hand goes to play with your clit. Youâre almost at your limit, and he feels it as your cunt squeezes around him. He says through gritted teeth, âYouâre so fucking tight.â
âOh fuck, Tojiâ Iâm gonnaââ You announce, so close to reaching your peak.Â
âI know, babyâ fuck, I know.â He groans. Youâre driving him insane, itâs the effect that you have on him after not being with him for a while. God knows he needed this.
You loudly moan his name, your legs quivering when you reach your high. Itâs hard for you to last when his cock reaches deep, and reaches all the right spots. Toji canât help but praise you when you come, âThatâs my good girl, thatâs my fucking good girl.â
Tojiâs thrusts begin to get sloppy, even though he wants to stay buried inside you for as long as he can. His hands hold on to your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh.Â
âInside of me, baby, do it inside me.â You tell him, knowing heâs nearing his release. You need to feel his warmth in every possible way, and Toji isnât going to turn you down, certainly not with this.Â
Toji comes to a stop, groaning before filling you up with his warm cum. He stays buried inside of you until making sure every droop is inside of you. His lips go down to yours, kissing you as he pulls out.Â
âIâve missed you, love.â He says before you both get comfortable in bed. Youâll wait a minute before going to the bathroom to clean yourself up.Â
âFor the record, Iâm still mad at you.â You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh. You stand up, walking to the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed, and he follows behind because heâs truly lost without you.Â
âYouâre here late.â He points out, unsure of what to say next.
âWhen you donât have the kids with you, things go surprisingly smooth⌠Speaking of, how was your night?â You get in the shower, and Toji is staring. Heâs watching every single one of your movements, even when he tries to tear his eyes away, he canât. You're just so perfect in every way, how can he look away?
âWhy did we have so many kids? They made the night so difficult.â Toji shares, and he hears you laugh. Itâs no surprise to you, youâve handled the kids on your own so many times before, and you always swear that you wonât even think of having another oneâ But then Emi comes to you with her teddy bear and begs for cuddles which makes you reconsider.
âWelcome to my world.â You respond, and Toji chuckles. He lightly bites down his lip, debating if he wants to go back to bed. He really doesnât, so he decides to join you in your shower.
âSo youâre less mad?â He asks, grabbing your sponge and pouring some body wash on it. Toji kisses your shoulder before he begins lightly scrubbing your body. You hum in response, and he can only wonder what you were up toâ But he canât complain. He couldnât care less what you were doing as long as youâre not mad at him.
âIâm still upset though, donât get me wrong.â You say as you take the sponge from his hand and use it on him. You peck his lips before muttering, âMy husband has still been misbehaving, I wonât forgive him so easily.â
Toji doesnât know how to come back from that so easily, so he ponders his answer. He helps you clean up.
âI talked to Ryo.â Toji announces, and you cock your eyebrow. Before you can ask about the details, Toji explains everything to you, ending off his sentence with, âWhy were you crying?â
âLife gets tough when your husband is allegedly cheating on you.â You answer, and Toji bites his tongue. You have said a million times how you hate this arrangement, and Toji has been too selfish to consider your emotions. Itâs not like youâve been silent about how much you hate this. He canât exactly be too mad at the fact that youâve been ignoring him when itâs deserved.Â
âIâm sorry, baby.â Is all he manages to say. You turn off the water, and get out of the shower, Toji following your lead again, even though heâs barely washed himself. You have your towel wrapped around him, while he opts out of getting his towel.
âI think youâll need a bigger apology, but I guess sex is good too.â You answer, but thatâs not enough for him.
âIâll call my agent and tell him that itâs off.â He says, and you stop in your tracks.
âNo! Youâve already done this much, the premiere is soon. Stick with it for now and just clear up your name after.â Youâre quick to object. That movie better do great after all youâve been through for this. Youâve suffered for months, you can put up with some more judgment for another month or so.
âBut now I feel horrible.â He responds, and you sigh. âI want to apologize.â
You take a couple of steps toward him, your hands meeting behind his neck. You kiss his lips before telling him, âAnother little Emi will suffice.â
âWoman, how dare you?! After the night Iâve had, that thought makes my dick flaccid. Donât you ever suggest having more kids!â He argues, and you look down. His words certainly donât match his feelings.
âAre you sure about that?â You ask him, and he sighs. He isnât going to lie to you, and he isnât going to tell you that youâre right, so he does the next best thing, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.
You have a long night of apologies ahead of you.
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Get it off your chest
We all have things happen to us that haunt us for years afterwards, right? I certainly know I have. Share what stupid thing had been haunting you and get it off your chest so it doesn't distract you during your exams! (If you laugh about it it becomes an embarrassing joke rather than a mortifying world-shattering event, hopefully).
For me, it was the time that we went to the theatre as a drama class to see an adaption of The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Black Eyed Theatre and it was an absolute BANGER of a play, like genuinely amazing, but I hadn't turned my phone off properly and even though it was on silent my alarm went off. It was only quiet but we were in the second row and it was a small theatre, so my teacher was FURIOUS and I heard the actors hesitate. Absolutely mortifying and I have to write about that play in an essay tomorrow.
This was two years ago.
#Anxiety#gcse exams#embarrassing#vent post#cw vent#venting#The teacher has since left the school and we are now being taught by her ex-husband#Which is fun#All our drama teachers left within a year and they were all like âwe'll be with you all through your GCSEs!â but no. They left.#This is the same performance where the lead actor appeared to be eyeing up our Chemistry teacher (who was supervising)#Who is like flamboyantly queer and the only teacher most gay and trans kids in our school trust#And also he didn't seem to be complaining#I remember at one point everyone else was watching the action on the other side of the stage and he was looking at the blackboard#on the other side of the stage which had a load of chemical formulae written on it and I could TELL he was trying to figure them out#How did I see this? Because I was doing the same#Ignore the fact that I'm shit at chemistry I was at least TRYING#Anyway that was great
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Actor Bucky x civilian readerÂ
Iâm feeling angsty. Fluffy. Just a thought. But like a long thought.Â
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You should have known this would happen eventually.Â
You knew you should have put your phone down and gone to sleep hours ago. Scrolling through social media did nothing to ease you mind as you stared at the 100â˛s of posts that showed Bucky whispering in her ear with a boyish smile. A sickly feeling spread from your chest, up your neck and to your cheeks, the type of heat that made your throat constrict and your eyes burn. The lump in your throat was painful to swallow, blinking back tears when you clicked on a video that had been shot by the paparazzi and leaked to the press, all the news outlets having a field day with brand new pics of a budding Hollywood romance.Â
âWell, there you have it folks! Looks like Winter is warming up over here, stay tuned for more updatesâÂ
âSingle no more? Things steam up on the set of The Winter SoldierâÂ
âSwipe to get a sneak peak on the hottest new romance everyoneâs excited aboutâ
You wanted to throw your phone across the room, instead keeping your eyes locked on the way your boyfriend was cozied up with his co-star, the two of them seemingly giggling over an inside joke while taking a break between shoots. Her face was practically tucked into his neck while he laughed, both of them apparently blissfully unaware someone was watching.Â
The image turned blurry from unshed tears, squeezing your eyes shut, turning your phone off all together. Your deepest insecurities reared their ugly head, thinking about Buckyâs effortlessly gorgeous co-star with her tall and slim build with curves in the right places. They looked like a dream couple; both attractive with obvious chemistry on screen and based on the âleaked photosâ, in real life as well. Every single fear you had over the last few weeks were proved to be true with a few viral pictures.Â
-Â
Bucky groaned, silencing his phone after getting yet another unknown caller asking him if heâd care to comment on the latest headline about him and the lead actress in his upcoming movie. He ran his hand over his face seeing the way social media blown up overnight after someone had taken pictures taken out of context making it look like he was smitten and in love. His PR team insisted that a few candid shots would be good for promoting the movie and great for his image; when he agreed to having hired paparazzi's take a few âspontaneousâ pictures, he thought it would be pictures with the whole cast; not just suggestive close up shots with his co-star that appeared intimate.Â
Great.
Heâd tried to call you repeatedly, every single one going straight to voicemail and all his texts unanswered. It had been a days since the new broke out and nothing had died down. Bucky hated that he was miles away from you, unable to even send anyone to check on you after you both agreed to keep the relationship a secret. The only person in his life who knew was his best friend, Steve, who was also on set. Youâd been so understanding of his career, you hadnât told a soul to make sure nothing ever leaked. Bucky knew you were used to a few rumors popping up every now and then about him and a potential new girlfriend but this was the first time there was photo evidence.Â
New stories popped up like weeds.Â
The last straw for him was when he spotted a magazine cover talking about his upcoming wedding and speculation over if there was a secret child on the way.
He couldnât care less about PR or the movie anymore. A text to the director later, he was in his car driving off straight to you, carefully weaving through traffic while making a pitstop with his best disguise of a hat and sunglasses before speeding off once more.Â
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You sighed at the new stories that were still being posted on your social media feed, locking your phone once more to go back to the book you were reading. Youâd ignored all of Bucky's attempts to reach out, choosing to spend less time on your phone, already drowning in insecurities and doubt. You took out a bunch of books from the library and spent more time the kitchen hoping anything would help take your mind off of the love of your life having an affair with another woman.Â
The sound of the doorbell pulled you away from your book; you werenât expecting anyone and it wasnât usual for any of your friends to stop by in the middle of the afternoon. You were going to ignore it, thinking it was probably someone attempting to sell you something but-
âY/n, doll I know youâre home, itâs me babyâÂ
Oh.
Your felt your stomach drop. Heart beating so fast, you could feel your veins tremble in your finger tips. He rang the bell again in hopes that youâd even hit him, smack him, happy to take it, anything to at least see you again. Your emotions swarmed all over the place, anxiety, anger, love, all of it fighting for dominance while you stayed glued to your spot on the couch.Â
Asshole.
But that was your Jamie.
Dick.
But you loved him with your whole heart.Â
âBabygirlâ Bucky pleaded outside of your door, realizing the giant teddy that was 4 times his size and flower bouquet of 100 red roses did nothing to keep him discreet. âSweetheart, please let me explainâÂ
You reluctantly opened the door, more worried that if someone saw Bucky at your door, a crowd of fans would end up swarming the area. If not for all the other emotions you were feeling, you almost giggled at the sight of a very wide, puppy eyed Bucky holding a stuffy that was larger than him and a bouquet of flowers that nearly covered his face. You wordlessly stepped out of the way while he dragged the comically large bear into the living room, placing the roses in its caramel fuzzy paws before turning to you.
You.
His pretty doll.
He could see your eyes were still puffy from nights of crying. Your lips were glossy from the balm you used when they were chapped after youâd nervously chew on them. Your poor little nose he loved to boop and kiss so much looked dry from how much you sniffled. Those gorgeous eyes he loved to stare into refused to even look at him, looking at your fluffy sock clad feet instead. You were still wearing a large hoodie of his but you probably hadnât noticed when you slipped it on.Â
Bucky hated it.Â
His poor precious doll was so hurt all because of a stupid PR stunt.Â
âBabyâ You stood rigid as Bucky stepped towards you, his hand coming to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin, âThose pictures, they were taken out of context darling, they werenât meant to come out like that-
âThen how were they meant to come outâ You frowned, moving away till Buckyâs hand dropped, a sad sigh leaving his lips.Â
âThe team-they thought a few random, candid pictures would garner some publicity to get people talking. I thought theyâd post pictures of everyone together, not just me and herâ
âThat doesnât explain why you were so close to herâ You fidgeted with the long sleeve of the hoodie, this time letting Bucky reach out to hold your hands though you left them limp while he gently squeezed them. âSo that was all you then? Thatâs even worse BuckyâÂ
âNo baby, noâ Bucky frantically shook his head, pulling you closer with his hands now on your waist, âI pushed her away the second she got too close but apparently finding your co-star insufferable isnât good PR. I looked irritated in all the other pictured so they didnât use them. I promise baby, Iâd never do anything to hurt you. I know I did and Iâm so sorry, dollâÂ
While a part of you believed him, the other part of you couldnât digest the fact that the rest of the world still thought they were a dream couple. It shouldnât have mattered. But it did. You didnât even want to begin to imagine the headlines that would pop up if the public saw you with Bucky. You couldnât scrub the image away of how perfect they looked together, feeling frumpy and awkward in comparison.
âI canât be like her Buckyâ You struggled to keep your voice steady, not willing to cry in front of someone who clearly could do better even if he looked like he was ready to fall on his knees for you.
And then he did.Â
âY/n, I donât want you to be her. Or anyone else, I want youâ Bucky looked at you with pleading eyes, taking your hands in his and kneeling, pressing his lips to your knuckles.Â
âBut no one else thinks I deserve you. I thought Iâd be okay with you maintaining a single image, I know itâs important for your career but I-I canât watch interviews with people talking about how perfect you look with someone else, how you both look so in love-
âIâm doneâ
âWhat?â Your heart stopped, your hands shaking wondering if done meant he was done dealing with your worries, your insecurities, done with you-
âYouâre the one I want. Not anyone else. I couldnât care less about what others think baby, not when itâs hurting you so much. I want people to know who Iâm in love withâ
âBut-
âIf youâre not comfortable with it, I understand. But I donât want to hide you anymore angel. Never againâÂ
Movie PremierÂ
You swallowed thickly, your heart beating out of your chest, fidgeting with the gown you had been dressed in, nervously twirling the ring on your finger. The limo came to a halt, the driver opening the door to a sea of screaming and cheers, a plush red carpet ready for you to step onto.Â
âReady, princess?â Bucky grinned, stepping out of the limo and reaching his hand out for you to take, helping you step out of the car. You gasped at the flashes of cameras and shrieks of fans coming from all sides, everyone trying to get Buckyâs and your attention.Â
âJames! Over here! Who is your date for the night?âÂ
âMiss! Miss!âÂ
âOver there, darlingâ, Bucky whispered in your ear while you smiled at a different set of photographers, each of them clambering over another to get the best picture of you both.Â
âCould you step over here please, great, now one with the young lady, beautiful, James, one more!âÂ
Bucky simply smiled and nodded, keeping his hand around your waist, guiding you down the red carpet and stopping for more pictures along the way. He skillfully avoided the reporters who called for him, keeping a protective grip around you as you both entered the hall to get seated. Hardly moments later, headlines had already started spreading everywhere, your phone blowing up with messages from friends and family wondering if they were seeing the news articles correctly:Â
James Barnes steps out with Mystery woman
Secret lover? James Barnes shocks fans with his premier date
10 things we know about Jamesâs girlfriend
You giggled at the numerous posts that started to pop up on social media, your heart fluttering at the beautiful pictures of Bucky looking at you with heart eyes in every single one. There wasnât one where he was looking anywhere else, focused on you the entire time and clearly people had noticed. You couldnât help but feel warm and fuzzy at the comments people left, silencing all the doubts you had in your mind.
Get you a man that looks at you the way he looks at her
No wonder he was hiding her, shes gorgeous
I love him but like can someone tell me who SHE is?!
Look at him, he looks like an absolute puppy around her
Sheâs perfect for him, theyâre babies are gonna be BEAUTIFULÂ
There goes my chance. I canât even be mad cause he looks so happy and they look so cute
âWhat you reading there, babyâ Bucky kissed your shoulder, peering over to see what you were looking at on your phone before slipping it away into your clutch. He smirked, sneakily nipping your ear lobe making you gasp before continuing to whisper in your ear. âTheyâre right you know. You look so beautiful baby, gonna rip this dress off as soon as we get to the hotel roomâ
âYou canât rip it Bucky, I have to give it back-â You hissed but he wasnât having any of it, his hand moving to squeeze your thing, grazing your skin from the slit on the dress.Â
âIâll pay for it. But youâre right, I wonât rip it. Weâre keeping it, I wanna fuck you all type of ways in that-
âOh my godâ You hushed him with a peck to his devilish lips, your face hot while he gave you a smug smile. He couldnât wait for the news that would go wild in the next few months.
James Barnes proposes to long time girlfriend, y/n y/l/n
Ready to tie the knot? James and fiancĂŠe spotted at wedding venueÂ
Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Barnes!
James and y/n fly to the Amalfi coast for HoneymoonÂ
Happy Anniversary to Hollywood's favorite couple
Baby bump or food baby? Y/n Barnes steps out in oversized hoodie for a late night food run
Baby Barnes on the way?Â
Double trouble? James revealâs he and his wife are expecting twinsÂ
y/n Barnes posts first pictures of babies and they couldnât be cuterÂ
Bucky couldnât wait.Â
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i fucking failed my audition. i fucking failed my audition. i fucking failed
#thatâs what happens when auditions are three days after your last show closed and you hadnât gotten any sleep#still i know PLENTY of people who did rlly rlly well and were LEADS in the last show. not pit like me#and i got a fucking ensemble role. with the role i got i might as well not have been cast at all#the cast list JUST came out today and im pretty sure the only reason i got cast is i know the director and they felt sorry for me!! like#i had to do a cold read of a cheerful monologue and im terrible in cheerful roles#i can do quiet anger. i can do loud anger. i can do heartbreak. what i canât do? cheery best friend#so yeah im cast as a fucking squire in my LAST SHOW in this country#and people who i know arenât great actors (not saying i am) have gotten leads and like???#anyway im so fucking mad#michi.txt
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Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)â She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege
Anna May Wong (The Thief of Bagdad, Shanghai Express)âWong was the first Chinese American movie star, arguably the first Asian woman to make it big in American films. Though the racism of the time often forced her into stereotypical roles, awarded Asian leading roles to white actors in yellowface, and prohibited on-screen romance between actors of different races, she delivered powerful and memorable performances. When Hollywood bigotry got to be too much, she made movies in Europe. Wong was intellectually curious, a fashion icon, and a strong advocate for authentic Asian representation in cinema. And, notably for the purposes of this tournament, absolutely gorgeous.
This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Ava Gardner:
Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.
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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.
I literally gasp every time I see her.
Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each otherâs lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.
Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.
Anna May Wong propaganda:
"She so so gorgeous!! Due to Hollywood racism she was pretty limited in the roles she got to play but even despite that sheâs so captivating and deserves to be known as a leading lady in her own right!! When sheâs on screen in Shanghai Express I canât look away, which is saying something because Marlene Dietrich is also in that film."
"SHE IS ON THE BACK OF QUARTERS also she was very smart and able to speak multiple languages and is a fashion icon on top of the acting/singing"
"Paved the way for Asian American actresses AND TOTAL HOTTIE!!! She broke boundaries and made it her mission to smash stereotypes of Asian women in western film (at the time, they were either protrayed them as delicate and demure or scheming and evil). In 1951, she made history with her television show The Gallery of Madame Liu-Tsong, the first-ever U.S. television show starring an Asian-American series lead (paraphrased from Wikipedia). Also, never married and rumor has it that she had an affair with Marlene Dietrich. We love a Controversial Queen!"
"She's got that Silent Era smoulder⢠that I think transcends the very stereotypical roles in which she was typically cast. Also looks very hot smouldering opposite Marlene Dietrich in "Shanghai Express"; there's kiss energy there."
"Hot as hell and chronically overlooked in her time, she's truly phenomenal and absolutely stunning"
"A story of stardom unavoidably marred by Hollywood racism; Wong's early-career hype was significantly derailed by the higher-up's reluctance to have an Asian lead, and things only got worse when the Hayes code came down and she suddenly *couldn't* be shown kissing a white man--even if that white man was in yellowface. After being shoved into the Dragon Lady role one too many times, she took her career to other continents for many years. Still, she came back to America eventually, being more selective in her roles, speaking out against Asian stereotypes, and in the midst of all of this finding the time to be awarded both the title of "World's Best Dressed Woman" by Mayfair Mannequin Society of New York and an honorary doctorate by Peking University."
"Incredible beauty, incredible actress, incredible story."
"-flapper fashion ICON. look up her fits please <3 -rumors of lesbianism due to her Close Friendships with marlene dietrich & cecil cunningham, among others -leveraged her star power to criticize the racist depictions of Chinese and Asian characters in Hollywood, as well as raise money and popular support for China & Chinese refugees in the 1930s and 40s. -face card REFUSED to decline"
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Good Omens is twice as good as it needs to be. Genuinely.
If it were written by a good, experienced TV writer who could move a story along but didnât have the nuance and world building skill of Neil Gaiman. If the leads were played by a couple of good actors with perfectly decent chemistry, but not the incredible character depth, decades of film and theatre experience, and on-screen electricity of Michael Sheen and David Tennant. If it were art directed, designed, scored and costumed by competent professionals who were good at what they do but not extraordinarily dedicated to perfection. If all of that were true, it would be a good show, fun to watch and entertaining.
But it wouldnât have broken my heart into a thousand pieces. It wouldnât have millions of fans wondering how theyâre going to wait literally years for the conclusion. It wouldnât have spawned tens of thousands of works of fan fiction and art. It wouldnât occupy the thoughts and hearts of so many people daily months and months after being released.
Itâs such a good example of why good enough is fine sometimes but great is something truly to be strived for, appreciated, and treasured.
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Lights, CameraâŚChaos.
[PLAY HERE] (October 23rd, 2024) Act 1, Chapter 1, 64.2k words.
For as long as you can remember, your dream has stayed the sameâyou want nothing more than to make it as an actor in Hollywood. After years as an overlooked, overworked talent, your big break comes from an unlikely source. And itâs one that changes everything, for better or worse.
Hollywood is its own character within this worldâsometimes it loves you, sometimes it wants nothing more than to see you crash and burn. Navigating this ever changing landscape while balancing your own interpersonal relationships is only half the challenge. The other half is memorizing your lines.
Navigate the red carpet, bloodthirsty paparazzi, cut-throat tabloids and complicated relationship dynamics with A-list celebrities (who may or may not be completely insane.)
But, hey: isnât this what youâve always wanted?
Key Features:
- Customize your Actor: are you a classic Hollywood heartthrob? An eccentric and unconventional recluse? Are you kind and genuine despite the fame, or a cutthroat diva with undeniable talent?
- Navigate scandal, paparazzi, and stan culture: dodge or embrace the flashing lights. Interact with your fans, or distance yourself from them for your sanity. Waitâwho are they shipping your character with?
-Build your legacy: choose between the stability of superhero blockbusters or turn into an indie darling. Or, maybe forgoe both to become a household name in the horror genre.
- Network and build relationships: whether theyâre manufactured by your well-meaning publicist or spawned from real feelings, forge dynamic and ever changing relationships with other industry icons.
- Try to manage your mental health: the dark side of the industry lurks in every cornerâthe highs are high, but the lows are ever lower.
Characters:
Kendall Mays (gender selectable)âever the loyal best friend, Kendall followed you into the throes of showbiz without hesitation. From fighting over toys on the playground to helping you run lines for a major motion picture, you can always count on them to have your back. That is, before they met Masonâtheir ever-present boyfriend who demands more and more of their time. You were never that great at sharing.
[Note: Kendall is not a romance option.]
Sutton Foster (he/him, she/her)âchild star turned award winning powerhouse. Sutton Foster has everything an actor could wantâwell, minus the countless stays at rehab centers around the world. Itâs undeniable that Sutton is a generational talent, but whatâs even more notable is their messy personal life. You yourself have been caught in Suttonâs gravitational pull, once upon a time. The question lies in whether or not youâll pull yourself away.
Wyn Grace (he/him, she/her)âon stage, Wyn is electric. The same cannot be said for Wyn off-stage. The lead singer of the up-and-coming Indie band is struggling with their meteoric rise to fame. As the awards pile up and the crowds get bigger, Wyn is unraveling at the seams. All they wanted to do was make music with their friends, but the fame makes them reconsider it all.
Lex Moreau (he/him)âan older, award-winning director with anâŚeccentric disposition. Yet despite his volatile nature and obsession with perfection, anyone whoâs anyone would kill to work with him. Lex is always in search for a muse, a great beacon to pour all of his artistic vision into. And now, he thinks heâs found that in you. Lucky you?
[C is a conditional character, only appears based on choices you make.]
Carlo/Carmen Mencina (gender selectable)âC is harder to pin down than a stable acting gig in LA. When youâre togetherâitâs kismet. The problem lies in when youâre apart. Câs frequent disappearances abroad leave a bad taste in your mouth, and when a shocking truth comes to light, itâs not just your relationship in the spotlightâitâs your life, too.
Flings and other mini-romances will be available as well. But these I will let be revealed as the story progresses.
When writing this game, I knew what themes I wanted to focus on, and the care/detail needed to do so. Hence, this game is strictly 18+.
TW: death, substance abuse, suicide, bullying, explicit language, violence, and explicit (skippable) sexual content.
Thank you for reading my intro! Reblogs are welcome, and my ask box is open (:
And major thank you @thecutestgrotto for the gorgeous headers!
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[â°] âŚTOJI & Y/N BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT PART 4 ⌠764k views
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á° actor!toji x actor/actress!reader
synopsis: your fans truths delusions about the nature of you & tojiâs relationship continues.
a/n: actor!toji is still here guys! ૮ Ëâ°Ë á
sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, mentions of smoking
masterlists
actor!toji masterlist
part one, two, three
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á° first clip
âhi guys! welcome to âbaking with y/n, episode twoâ!â you yell at the camera, grinning, âand today i will be cooking withâŚâ waving your hands out to the side, you announce your guest, âtoji fushiguro! come on toji!â
tojiâs big stature strolls into view with his hands in his pockets. he makes the entire kitchen area shrink around him due to his domineering size and overall presence.
âalright, alright..â toji chimes, ânot too much now.â
âtoji. donât big yourself up too much. this is still my show,â you smile at his dumb, flabbergasted face and turn your attention back to the viewers, âtoday, weâll be making cinnamon rolls! mmhmm!â
meanwhile, toji is tying a too-small apron around his torso, tightening it around is cinched waist. his seemingly intimidating demeanour is nullified by the pink, frilly gingham fabric that graces his body.
ââdonât happen to have any other aprons, do ya?â
âno, why-â you choked on your own spit when you look at the state of toji - wearing a tiny, delicate apron on his large frame.
âtoji, wowâŚyou look so niceâŚâ
âyou be quiet.â
á° second clip
as a fashion show attendee, and a significant one at that, you were given some of the best seats in the venue. coincidentally, you are placed right next to your friend, toji fushiguro.
when a member of staff leads you to your seat, you seem surprised and happy to find toji there, smiling broadly. tojiâs face cannot be seen in the video, but from the way he stood up to greet and hug you, it appears that he reciprocated your feelings!
you both settle in your seats and before long, the show begins. the models walk by. and more models. and even more models.
before you know it, your eyes grow heavy, your head occasionally dipping and shooting back up again. you seemed so tiredâŚ
toji looks at you and rubs your knee, speaking a few words to you. in response, you yawn and nod gently. toji leans in a little, whispering words unheard to onlookers and you in turn. you then rest your head on his big, pillowy shoulder, holding onto his elbow as you try not to fall asleep. he rubs his hand over your smaller ones.
you do end up falling asleep. at the fashion event that you were specially invited to by the designer themselves.
luckily for you, the sweet moment between you and toji overshadowed your sleepy behaviour!
á° third clip
when walking on the red carpet of the season two premier of âjujutsu kaisenâ, you are dragged around for pictures and interviews and speaking with other actors. but one interview with you and toji has everybody talking.
as you answer the question you have received from the interviewer, toji stands beside and he isâŚnot paying attention to your words per say.
his eyes wander from the top of your perfectly styled hair and down to your sharp tailored clothes that fit on your body so nicely.
toji is not at all subtle as he full on checks you out.
âlook at their outfitâŚâ he mumbles, shamelessly interrupting the interviewer who was speaking, just to talk about how good you look.
âyea-yeah! they look great!â the interviewer compliments you, a little thrown off by tojiâs interruption.
âso, so beautifulâŚâ
you laugh shyly at tojiâs words, brushing down your clothes and looking down at yourself, âtoji, are you even listening to the questions?â
âwhat questions?â
á° fourth clip
you are a famous and respected actor. of course you must do a âwhatâs in my bagâ video with vogue.
after going through a couple of your obscure items, you come across some of the more treasured ones that you carry around with you.
âand this-,â you giggle, holding up a small, soft brown stuffed deer toy in the palm of your hand, âthis is the little toy that toji got me! i liked the brand that makes these, so we got a toy that reminded us of one anotherâŚand he got me a deer.â
you are asked what toy you got for toji.
âi got toji an angry looking white bear. it suits him.â
later on through the video, you pull out a silver, vintage lighter.
âright. soâŚtoji gave me this lighter too,â you flick it on and off a few times, âi told him i donât smoke and he just say âyou say that now but youâll feel differently after doing this job for five yearsââ you cackle loudly at the memory, ââŚyeah, heâs not exactly wrong about thatâŚâ
á° fifth clip
blurry footage emerges of you and toji at the after party of an awards show.
the dance area is filled with people dancing and commotion everywhere, but somehow, a fan noticed you and toji in the corner of the room.
a sensual r&b song plays in the background as you dance imperfectly, in between tojiâs spread legs, looking at him and promoting him to join you.
he stares at you and takes a swig of his drink. the tie he wears is loose and his hair ruffled.
as you dance along with the song, toji stands and tames your hand in his, spinning you around and pulling you right against his chest and sways the both of you. toji rests his face on the side of your head and closes his eyes as you laugh at his antics.
that one video confirmed every single suspicion that your fans ever had about you and toji.
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Kinktober 24/10/2024 Lando Norris - Humping/ ThighJob
Plot: You and Lando are great multitaskers
Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, thighjob, humping, etc 18+ Minors DNI
You and Lando were very busy people. Him going round the world for the majority of the year driving fast cars and you acting in your tv shows and movies as an up and coming actress.
Thatâs actually how you met Lando. A very long winded funny way but hey always say people are out in the same place at the same time for a reason and that is something you both loved by.
Youâd taken on a role in the Gran Turismo Movie, as the girlfriend to Jann and it was an incredible experience working with all these amazing actors and being involved in cars.
Here you met Geri, who was a co-star of yours and that ended up meaning you met Christian Horner at the movie premiere. Youâd gotten talking to him about all that youâd learnt about cars and how it fascinated you which led him to inviting you with RedBull to the paddock which is where youâd met and the rest was history.
Your relationship where you were both travelling so much was a little strained. You tried to go to as many races as possible which normally was at least half of the calendar.
So when you guys were together you were both incredibly clingy. Always around one another always trying to get some kind of physical contact.
That was where you guys struggled in intimacy too, a lot of your time was spent on dates and making sure to spend as much time together as possible that you were often very exhausted or still too busy to do anything or a sexual nature.
So a lot of the time youâd do things that worked around both your tight schedules.
Like right now, he was working on his sim racing and you were incredibly horny and needy for him. So you plopped yourself over him, straddling his thigh covered in his Quadrant tracksuit bottoms. You were bare, youâd made sure to come in like that. He was just doing laps for the upcoming race in Monza, so he didnât have any issues you joining him.
You stayed there, kissing along his neck bringing moans out of him. His arms circled around you to grab the wheel restarting the sim. You start to move your hips up and down, and you can already feel a wet spot growing in his tracksuit bottoms. Your hips moved in tandem up and down little breathy gasps and moans coming from you mouth as you feel the pressure scrape along your sensitive clit.
âFuck Lanâ you moan into him and your hips speed up a bit. His leg also moves every now and then when he breaks going round a corner and jiggles when the other accelerates.
âYour such a good girl. Little multitaskerâ he smiles, as he finishes another really good lap time. He knew the circuit well enough that he could probably do it blindfolded so even having his insanely hot girlfriend above him couldnât make him forget the racing line.
âIâm gonna, fuckâ you moan as you speed up. His hands come down you your hips helping you move back and forth, the scrape against him delicious and insatiable.
âThatâs it, cum for me gorgeous. Getting yourself of on my thigh like that. Such a good girlâ he complements.
But it wasnât just you who found pleasure in humping, especially against his thigh. There was many times where heâd be eating you out, as it was one of his favourite things to do to you, and heâd get so into it heâd start thrusting his hips into the bed, getting the needed pressure on his cock.
Usually it was you coming all over his face that had him creaming his pants, and looking at the dark spot against his boxers or joggers however far heâd gotten stripping his own clothes off.
The most recent time was when you were laying on the sofa, your script for you upcoming film where youâd gotten the lead role in front of you.
You were playing Poppy in You and Me on Vacation with Tom Blyth as Alex and you were so excited as there were so many different filming locations you could go to and strangely the schedule fit in really well with Landoâs races. Youâd be filming a lot of the Florida scenes just after Miami so you could watch that race and would have plenty of time to go to the next one.
He is in the mood and you were actually pretty sore from the night before where heâd absolutely been a feral wild dog.
You were just rereading the scenes making sure you had Poppyâs vibe down, as youâd read the book and spoken to the author herself. When Lando came up behind you.
He lifted your thighs and hips up so you were sort of in doggy styled which made you groan ready to protest that you werenât ready for sex as you were still exhausted after last night.
âI know baby, is it okay if I just use those pretty thighs of yours. I just need you so bad but I know we went hard last night!â He whines in a pleading way that had your head turning round to try and look at him over your shoulder.
âAnd that didnât take the beast enough?â You ask wide eyes and he shakes his head with a guilty look.
âArgh fine go ahead just donât distract me from the script. I need to read my lines out loud.
âWhy donât you move into one of those sex scenes huh?â He asks lightly biting the top bit of your ear making you giggle.
âAlright hmmmm I canât remember where they have sexâ you say flicking through the script until you find it.
âWill you actually have to have sex with this guy?â Lando asks looking at you.
âNo you weirdo itâs all acting and we have stuff like in between usâ you tell him with a laugh as you feel him slip his cock between your thighs. You squeeze them together and hear him moan above you as you start talking him through the sex scene you were supposed to perform with Tom.
His thrusts speed up as you talk him through the actions and what is being said until he pulls back his cum spurting into the back of your thighs as he sighs with a little whine.
âThanks baby, youâre the bestâ he smiles, grabbing a tissue from the table to help clean you up. You highlight stuff in the scrip that you consider valuable information before you feel Landoâs weight on top of you.
âI love you so much. Thank you for always making time for meâ you say genuinely closing the script and holding his hand that is on your forearm.
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