#can't wait for all the press and promo

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen | Maybe Happy Ending | May 24, 2024 | 📸 via char

[landossnorriss]

i see you, the puppy addition - ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she. Summary: with all the stress landos dealt with recently, doesn't he deserve a dog?. series links. Word Count: 1.4ishk Warning: just fluff.

he had wanted a dog for as long as she had been dating him, that much she recalled. it had always been a topic every few months, of whether not they thought that they were in a position to have one yet and they always reasoned that they were both too busy to make such a commitment.

then mclaren had surprised him with damn puppies, she had caught him watching the video at least six times now and swiping past the photos he had taken of the small baby boy that he had fallen in love with. it had been a smart and dumb move on their part, to tempt the man in such a way. their pr team deserved a raise though because she hadn't seen one comment about the rough few weeks that lando had had below the video and instead it was all love for how cute he looked.

crawling onto the bed she spread herself out on top of him, her hand nudging the phone away from him. "you're only going to make yourself sadder if you keep looking at him." she mused, reaching to press a kiss to his chin, her own pout matching his as lando sighed under her. "i just wish it was the right time, but even with summer break coming up..." he trailed off and she knew that he was going through the same string of arguments in his head that he always did.

come the morning they were both meant to go and join martin for a string of shows over the week and she knew lando had a string of friends that he wanted to get time with during the break. "you really don't think between us we could make it work?" she asked quietly as she looked back at him. she hadn't been at MTC with him when he'd shot the promo videos but she had been waiting for him at home and the man that had returned to her was the happiest that she had seen him in, well weeks.

"i just don't know how it would be fair." lando muttered.

"not even if charles and lewis make it work?"

"i don't know...i wouldn't want to be a bad dog dad, besides, i doubt he's still there now anyway." the driver muttered as he pressed his lips to her head. "and we're flying out tomorrow."

"actually...i have a job that i had to rearrange to be at one of the races and they can't wait any longer, so i'm going to be a little late to spain, just a day or so." she confessed quietly as she lifted her head to look at him, eyes rolling at the face he was back to looking at the photos on his screen. "it'll happen when its the right time lan."

lando nodded, putting the phone down and rolling them over so that he was looking down at her. she was right, he was already grateful for so much in his life, and they were young they'd have time to be responsible and settle later. "you're right, i'll delete the pictures tonight." maybe, he'd try anyway, right now he was quite content to distract himself as his kisses trailed down her jaw.

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there was every chance, that she had taken it too far this time, from the days they had just been friends, she had loved surprising lando. the genuine awe that he wore on his face each and every time even if it was something small had kept her addicted to the habit, but this?

god he was going to kill her.

it felt like she had been travelling none stop all day. on the phone to various different people, bribing the media guys at mclaren for favors and information. bargains made with andrea and zak as she checked a few things over. now she was on her way to greece where she would meet lando and martin and well - he was going to love her or he was going to kill her.

it didn't matter how much the surprise in her hands had cost in large donations and pleading with a family that had been ready to take it that this dog was already spoken for. they had thought she was crazy at first, then they'd bribed her with paddock passes for next years silverstone when she had managed to prove who she was. then lots and lots of paper work had needed to be done so that she could even leave england with her surprise again and it was good job the surprise she held in her hands was cute because she had barely slept with all the excitement.

checking into the hotel, with more bribes to the men behind the counter and promises of very big tips for being such accommodating hosts and she was finally on the home stretch to being able to rest. well, maybe, lando would decide that when she let herself into their room.

"lan? love are you home?" she called as she kicked off her sandals in the door way, her hand clamped over a tiny snout to keep the secret alive for just a moment longer.

"in here!" lando called from the bathroom where he was finishing getting dressed for the day, his attention on the clasp of his watch as the footsteps drew closer to him.

"hi baby." the way in which she said it had lando raising a brow before he had even turned to look at her, she was up to something. spinning in his spot lando paused for a second as he took in her face. guilty. then he heard the small noise that had been ingrained into his brain for the past week and his eyes, shit, they grew misty as he took in the small creature in her arms.

"baby...." he asked cautiously as he took in the sight before him. "what did you do?"

"are you mad at me? please don't be mad, i just, you were so happy lan i haven't seen you smile like that in so long and look." holding up her hands she lifted their new puppy so that he was face to face with lando and she watched as her boyfriend melted before the puppy, hands reaching out to take him from her. "hi little man, i missed you." lando beamed softly as he buried the puppy under his chin, the small creature immediately at ease with the smell he seemed to recognise from lando, little teeth finding the necklace he wore.

"love, we said we didn't have the time for a dog." lando urged but the battle was already won.

"i know i know, but i made a schedule of at least the next three months on the plane over, alex is happy to watch him with leo in the one week that we're both totally unavailable and i spoke to zak and andrea, on the weekends i can't have him, they're happy for him to be at races with you. he's your soul dog lando." she fought back as she stepped into the arm that lando had offered out to her.

"i thought you were flying for work." he chuckled gently as he felt their puppy lick at his hand, moving to do the same to his loves just as quickly. "but i love you so fucking much you know that?" lando wasn't sure, what the hell he'd done in the past to deserve her, but he adored her with his whole heart. "we have a dog. i can't believe you would do this for me."

"we have a dog lan. and i love you, i love you so much there isn't a thing i wouldn't do for you." she beamed, laughing pouring from her as she scratched behind tiny puppy ears. "i also had to give away paddock passes to convince another family not to take him, if you could organise those for me." she muttered quietly earning herself a loud laugh from the driver.

"damn baby, you're something else." but he'd do anything for her, she'd flown for a damn puppy for him. "what are we going to name him?" he asked quietly

"i've been calling him rover, since he's going to be wandering all over the world with us, but we can change it, he's your dog." looking at the pair of them, she knew she had done the right thing, his smile was bad and the puppy was utterly in love with him. now she would always have a little ally in making sure that they kept lando smiling, just the way he was right now as he looked down at her.

"no i love it." lando thought it was perfect, just like his little family. "welcome home little rover, we see you."

[would-you-like-a-scooby-snack]

Hey There Scooby Doo! Here's a Promo for you!

*The screen turns on as it shows a blonde haired jock adjusting the camera.*

Blonde Jock: "I got it working everyone. It's up and running." *The jock backs up a bit.* "Hello everyone. You're probably wondering who we are right now. Well we are Mystery Incorporated, a gang of 5 who travels the world solving mysteries of many kinds. I'm Fred Jones, the Ultimate Quarterback and Ultimate Trap maker.....Or I would be if my title didn't get give to *Kevin McCallister*....!!" *An orange haired girl taps Fred on the shoulder.* "*Ahem* Right. Anyway, i'm tough, I can bench press 220, I'm an expert driver, and I am a master of setting traps. Could've been called the Ultimate Trap maker, but noooooo. I get Quarterback instead...."

Orange haired beauty: "Freddy, calm down." *Fred groans and walks off screen.* "*Ahem.* Hi everyone! My name's Daphne Blake, the Ultimate model. I'm a master at all things fashion, I'm highly resourceful, and I dabble in a bit of martial arts here and there." *Someone comes up to Daphne.*

Shaggey haired fellow: "Hey, Daph. Can you cut this wood?"

Daphne: "Sure." *She chops through the wood with ease, slipting it in half.*

Shaggey haired fellow: "Thanks."

Daphne: "You're welcome, Shaggey." *Shaggey walks off screen as cooking noises is heard.* "Anyway that's enough out of the most beautiful member of the gang, now to the smartest and cutest member of the gang!" *She turns the camera to a girl in glasses reading a book. The girl jumped from surprise.*

Girl in glasses: "W-Wait, I thought you were the beautiful one, Daph."

Daphne: "I am. But you and Scooby share the title of the cutest members. Not even beauty can compete with that. Or would you like to argue with Marcy about it, Velma?" *The girl in glasses blushes brightly and covers her face with the book.* "Hehehehe! See, cute? Whenever you're ready, Velma." *Daphne pats Velma's back and moves to the side. Velma slowly lowers the book.*

Velma: "I-I'm Velma D-Dinkle.....Brains of the group, investigator of the mysterious, a-and Ultimate Activist. I...I.....Darn it, Daph! Now I can't get my words across!" *She covers her face with the book she was ready, blushing like a mess.*

Daphne: "Hehehe! Sorry, Vel. I'm turn the camera over to Shaggey and Scooby. Ok?"

Velma: ".......Ok......" *Daphne turns the camera over to a the shaggey haired guy from earlier and a dog cooking some pineapple shrimp fried rice. Daphne whistles to them, getting their attention.*

Shaggey: "Huh? Oh, like, hello! I'm Norville Rogers. But my friends call me Shaggey. I'm the Ultimate Cook and this is my pet dog and Mystery Inc's mascot, Scooby Doo."

Scooby Doo: "Hi there. It's nice to meet everyone."

Daphne: "That smells yummy, Shaggey."

Shaggey: "Thanks. it's almost ready. I'm making pineapple shrimp fried rice."

Daphne: "Got it, Shaggey." *She turns the camera back to her.* "And that's all the members of the gang. We would love it if you would give us a promo. Looking forward to talking to you all." *Daphne smiles.*

@a-house-divided @full-course-for-people-pleasers @salmon-running-octoling @tinyronpa @needy-girl-overload @disheiress @d4y-0f-judg3m3nt @candy-cocktail @carnivore-and-cannibal @mxfia-kingpins @ask-the-steel-gray-admin-rp @ult-aikido-princess @excitement-to-consumption @fabled-fauna @y0u-f4il3d-m3 @mikado-sannoji @mercy-of-the-ashes @little-miss-noire-detective @little-miss-succubus @rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter

[eddiestommy]

had this one dancing around my brain for a minute before deciding i'm probably never writing it so i'm releasing it into the world in case it sparks something in someone lol

bucktommy actor au

evan "buck" buckley is an up-and-coming actor. he's been acting since he was 18 in minor roles in tv shows and movies but finally gets his big break at 26 when he lands a supporting role in a cowboy comedy where he plays a character named "buckaroo" which earns him his nickname. after that he starts getting typecast as eye candy and comic relief even though he knows he can do serious work until he manages to get signed to 118 MGMT and his new agent, bobby nash, lands him a role in a serious queer drama. this is the opportunity buck has been waiting for his entire career

the only problem? his co-star is no other than tommy kinard, famous action hero actor better known for playing a superhero in a blockbuster franchise before he decided to leave the franchise to start making more serious, critically acclaimed movies (and who came out as gay not that long ago, taking the entire industry by surprise); whom buck might or might not have a huge crush on since he first saw him shirtless, all those muscles out in display in all their oiled glory, in some cop action film when he was a teenager

and everything would be okay if tommy was anything like the rumour mill says he is (offhand-ish, kind of an asshole, too self absorbed) but buck quickly finds out during pre-production that he's actually nothing like that. he's sweet, and kind, and a huge dork. he's got a dry, deadpan sense of humour that may come out as overly sarcastic and rude to some but buck understands perfectly. and he's so nice to buck, always checking up on him in between takes for the more emotional scenes and sharing his acting tips with him. when they have to shoot the sex scene tommy has a 30 minute conversation with buck about boundaries and how he doesn't want to do anything that would make buck uncomfortable, how buck feeling safe is tommy's top priority because as an older, more experienced actor this is old news to him but this is buck's first time shooting something like this and he just wants to make it as comfortable as possible for him

so now buck inevitably falls in love in between shooting, hanging out at each others' trailers, and their dinners that initially were to know each other better before the movie started filming and then became a regular occurrence because they like hanging out with each other. and now buck has to figure out a way to not break his own heart when the filming ends because tommy certainly can't feel the same way and he doesn't think he would be able to get over him before the promo and press cycles begin, especially when all everyone talks about is the chemistry between them

(unbeknownst to him, tommy is having a similar internal battle, berating himself for falling in love with his younger co-star who clearly only sees him as a friend and a mentor)

it all gets resolved at the movie premiere when buck confesses his feelings to tommy during a fit of jealousy over tommy's date. tommy kisses him about it for a long time before revealing that his date is actually his very straight best friend and assistant.

[herejusttosufferalong]

New thought on Italy, and this interview:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNARhEfx/

Maybe after S3 filming (and after L & J broke up) L & N got together - maybe it was around June, at the time of L's TSOT play, when the IG pic was taken of them looking cozy post show (the one that got 1 million likes). But maybe they decided to take it slow and date other people since L was fresh out of a relationship and to make sure it was real, not the characters. Then, N got busy with her Barbie premiere, BTON Brazil trip, Big Mood promo and Doctor Who while L, instead of working, started partying with his friends which turned N off. L started casually dating A and on NYE was caught kissing her which *really* turned N off so, she pulled away... Not long after, the BTON press tour started and L wanted N back. He knows he F'd up and it's clear his feelings hadn't gone away and had gotten even stronger (My dude is obsessed)...

So, cut to this interview in Italy (we all know the Italy interviews are fraught with conflict). N states that if she were Pen's friend she'd tell her to dump Colin. L asks when Colin comes back (after he's changed) if Pen's friend would tell her that he missed his chance and N's response is that Pen's friend would tell her to forget that guy because they are plenty of dudes in the Ton 😬. He agrees and gives an uncomfortable laugh.

Wait a minute... are they are talking about Polin, or Lukola cause I can't tell anymore?

#alwaysblurringlines #whatfriends #missedhischance

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[munsons-melody]

putting the x in sixx (part 2)

summary: with corroded coffin now on tour with the boys of mötley crüe, nikki sixx takes the time to keep trying to get to you

pairing: rockstar!boyfriend!Eddie x female!reader

cw: mentions drugs/drug abuse,

recommended song: you’re all i need by mötley crüe

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this was a request and i was over the moon to write it!! also not very proofread :)

requested? yep :))

masterlist

part 1 can be found here

i do not consent to having any of my works republished, translated, or posted to any other site except here. if you see my works anywhere but tumblr, it has been republished without my knowledge, consent, or permission.

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"uh huh... yes... yes of course... yep... okay... okay great thanks man" eddie said as he hung up the phone, turning to you with the biggest smile on his face

"good news?" you asked excitedly, moving up from your laying position on the couch, turning off the tv

"we're going on tour!" eddie screamed, jumping up and down causing you to giggle

"wait what? huh? explain!" you leaped from the couch to where he walked over to the living room

"that was our manager, he apparently talked to his buddy doc who talked to the boys of mötley crüe and said they loved our sound and our stage presence and when they go on tour they want us to open!" he explained, talking fast

your jaw dropped and you squealed, pulling him in close, wrapping your arms around his neck as you jumped and your legs wrapped around his waist

he held you close until you heard a small sniffle, and moved so you carefully landed on the ground

"eddie baby you okay?" you asked, moving a few strands of hair away from his face and wiping a tear that was falling down his cheek

he nodded and sniffled again, wiping the tears away from his face and looked at you

"i just can't believe it, i'm so happy" he admitted as you held his face gently and leaned into kiss him

as you pulled away, your brow furrowed in confusion "wait don't you need to tell the rest of the band?" you let out a small chuckle and eddie's eyes widened

"oh shit yeah thank you love you" he said, kissing you fast before running to the phone again

——

it was 2 weeks later and tour rehearsals were in full swing along with corroded coffin recording songs for their new album and mötley crüe doing endless press for their girls, girls, girls album that had just come out

you hadn't seen much of the boys of mötley crüe due to their heavy promo schedule, occasionally seeing vince in the studio helping eddie with some vocals, and of course, mick just appearing randomly, fueling yours and Eddie's inside joke that he truly was an alien with superpowers- reminding you of a specific girl that once escaped hawkins lab that led you to meet eddie

"god i'm just so excited for the tour!" you said excitedly, walking in between Jeff and Gareth into the rehearsal studio

eddie was stuck at the recording studio with dougie for another hour while you accompanied the boys to the rehearsal space as they deemed it necessary you be there since eddie couldn't

"me too! can you believe we're actually here and doing this?" gareth replied, matching the excitement in your voice

the three of you continued to talk as you walked through the corridors of the large building before appearing at the double doors before the room that served as the rehearsal room

you already heard Vince, singing out the last few high notes of 'dancing on glass' when the three of you walked in, standing there watching them finish up the song

once they were done, you clapped along with jeff and gareth and nikki looked at you, smiling

"great guys, take 5... and no bump- we have a lot to get through today" doc said in a grumpy voice before patting mick on the back and turning to talk to some other important looking person

nikki set down his bass carefully on its stand and walked over to where you were standing

"hey stranger" he said and you felt a blush creep onto your face

"hey yourself" you replied back with a smile

"didn't know you were going to be here today" he said casually and you nodded, turning to where gareth was once standing until you realized he was in conversation with jeff and their manager steve

"yeah well eddie's stuck in the studio for another hour and the guys wanted me to come watch them rehearse so here i am" you joked and he chuckled

"well i'm very glad you got to see us perform a little bit of our song" he said

"me too, i'm excited to see it on stage in a month when tour starts" you admitted, tucking your hair behind your ear while nikki gave you a confused look

"wait are you coming with us?" he asked and you nodded

"uh yeah i'm staying with eddie for the entire tour" you smiled and he did a slow nod and pursed his lips

"good to know" he said with a smirk when you heard tommy yell "sixx! we're doing girls now!"

"that's my cue... maybe you should stick around and watch us play, i'm very good at doing girls" he winked at you before turning around and walking back to where his bass sat

it didn't click until you heard the intro to their hit girls girls girls, that you understood the joke and for a second you felt stupid before you realized that nikki was hitting on you again... was he always this persistent with every other girl he's ever slept with? not like it mattered anyways, you were with eddie, and the happiest you've ever been

before you can fathom another thought about nikki, talking to you, the door swung open, and you saw eddie and dougie, walking in with smiles plastered on their faces

eddie immediately walked up to you and gave you the biggest kiss and wrapped his arms around you

"hey you still had like half an hour left before you had to be here?" you questioned with a laugh and he pulled back to look at you

"it's crazy, i just was able to sing every perfect note with the right amount of energy and dougie just knew the exact notes of what to play to help me and it was like everything just clicked and we finally nailed it, so now i can watch the rest of their rehearsal with you" he smiled, lacing your finger together

your heard the drums starting up along with the guitars and bass, and took eddie to one of the couches facing the set up as vince started singing

you've heard this song at least a thousand times, and you liked it too, but as you were sitting with eddie's arm around you, half your back leaned into his chest, it was hard to watch them perform with nikki's eyes fixed on you

this might be a long tour... you thought to yourself

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the past week had been a blur with traveling all up and down the east coast, but you were finally in New York City, after a month into the tour

you were hanging out in the dressing room while corroded coffin did their sound check

you heard their songs being played in a row so many times within the past month that you took the opportunity to hang out in the dressing room and get a moment to yourself

you had just flipped, open a new magazine, and lay down on one of the plush couches in the room when there is a knock at the door, and before you could even get up to answer it, it was none other than Nikki walking into the room

"oh shit hey sorry didn't know you were in here" he laughed, attempting to turn around to walk out when you got up

"oh, no, it's fine, i just needed a break from everything, god this tour has been so hectic... i don't even know how you can put up with it all" you joked and he chuckled

"with this my dear" he laughed and pulled out a small bottle that you immediately recognized

"ah yeah right" you said, awkwardly smiling at him as he sat down at the table across from you

you aren't uncomfortable with drugs, as your boyfriend used to be a dealer back when you two were in high school but you've never actually seen anyone snort anything right in front of you

"want some?" he asked as he set it up on the table and you shook your head

"no thanks i'm good" you said as he took out a card from his pocket

he did his business and as his head came up, he looked at you, his eyes looking straight into yours

"what?" you asked, secretly praying that he wasn't somehow going to just OD right in front of you with how long he was staring at you before he finally spoke, which calmed your nerves

"i don't know why the fuck i can't stop thinking about you, but jesus christ i've fucked every girl i wanted, and yet you're still on my mind..." he said, fiddling with the card in his hand

you looked at him with raised eyebrows before you finally found the courage to speak again

"oh wow uhm... that's blunt" you choked out

"i'm that type of guy" he said before taking in another line

"listen nikki-"

"god even the way you say my name is so hot" he breathed out and you found yourself blushing yet again at his words

"i will admit years ago before i met eddie... i had the biggest crush on you and yes if i wasn't in the the most amazing loving relationship with eddie and these were all different circumstances, then it probably would've happened, but that's not what's going on and honestly, i highly doubt you'll even remember this conversation in a few hours" you finally said as he just stared at you

the tension was so thick you could chop it with an ax, and it would still be there, but eventually he leaned up from a seat, and took another line before falling back into his chair

"if i could turn back time" he started to sing and you let out a laugh

"if i could find a way" he continued

"oh now you're gonna try and seduce me with cher?" you joked and he let out a laugh

"no just manifesting i build a time machine and go back in time" he said, staring at the ceiling

"you know, for someone who likes to sleep around and not commit or come off as anything more than being a sexual partner to the opposite sex, you do have very romantic words" you admitted with a laugh and he shook his head with a smile

"i think tommy and his stupid hopeless romanticness is rubbing off on me" he laughed and you smiled

you heard cheers and screams from outside your door when it burst open to see a very wet corroded coffin barging into the room

"oh my god babe it started raining when we were outside on the stage and so after we finished up the last song we ran around on the grass and it was the most amazing thing!" eddie yelled walking to you and shaking his hair like a wet dog

"agh! babe!" you squealed with a laugh as he went to pick you up

you turned to run so he wouldn't pick you up to get you all wet but as you did, you fell right into nikki who was getting up

you landed on him he sat in the chair, your bum pressed against his crotch perfectly

"shit sorry!" you said, scrambling to get up

"don't ever apologize for getting this close to me" he quickly whispered, looking into your eyes before you got up, looking at eddie who had his head flipped over as he dried his long hair with a towel

"see you tonight boys! have a good show!" nikki yelled before giving you one last glance and headed out the door

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it was an hour before showtime, and you sat with Eddie on the small loveseat in the dressing room, pretending to be in your own little bubble before you had to share your boyfriend with the rest of the world well the rest of the boys were trying to hype each other up and blasting the radio

you ended up telling him about everything that happened with nikki that day, and you sat there feeling guilty for no reason when eddie grabbed your hand and locked his fingers with yours

"y/n there's no reason to feel bad, i'm just thankful o have a girlfriend that's loyal enough to me that when nikki sixx is hitting on her, she doesn't cave, especially when you had the biggest crush on him... i love you and i trust you and just know that nothing you do will ever change that for me" he said, looking at you, bringing his other hand up to gently stroke your cheek

"i love you too eds" you said, immediately feeling better, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and the two of you switched positions so you could lay down together

"and honestly if you're feeling uncomfortable, i have no problem fighting him, he'll probably be too doped up to even realize he's in a fight" he joked causing you to laugh

"thanks but babe have you ever actually won a fight outside DnD?" you questioned and his face dropped into an expression of confusion and thinking

"uh not technically, well this one time-" you cut him off by kissing him and the second you pulled away, you could see the enamoration and love he has for you wash over his face

"when do we stop in Vegas?" you asked and he looked away for a moment as he thought about the schedule

"uh maybe like 2 weeks from tomorrow i think our show is there? why?" he asked and you smiled

"i think we should get married" you said as a smile grew on eddie's face

"you want to elope?" he asked and you nodded

"the whole nikki thing made me further realize that the only man i ever want to be with for the rest of my life is you eds, and i think it'll be romantic just the two of us together"

"sounds like a plan" he said ecstatically, kissing you

"wait what about nancy? didn't you and her already start planning wedding stuff, aren't you each others maids of honor or something?" eddie asked you once you pulled away

"what she doesn't know can't hurt her" you joked

soon enough, it was time for the boys to go on stage, and you kissed Eddie one last time before he ran from the side of the stage into the center as the music started to play

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you had just finished corroded coffin's set and were in the middle of watching mötley crüe's set, standing in the private section of the crowd to catch a couple of their songs before you headed back to the tour bus

"this next one goes out to someone in particular, hope you know i remembered the conversation babe" nikki said as the beginning of 'you're all i need' started to play

you looked at eddie, who was looking right at you and you both let out a small laugh, knowing about the conversation you had with nikki earlier and how you believed that he wouldn't even realize what he said till just now

"you know i love this song" you joked as you moved his arms around your waist and yours around his neck

you were pulled in close to eachother, enjoying the song as you stared into each others eyes and stealing kisses from eachother, feeling like the only two people in the arena

"yeah, i know you" he smiled

"you could probably write a better ballad that's all about me" you said and eddie shook his head with a smile

"don't you think nikki will be upset i'll have my own personal love song dedicated to only you as your wonderful, soon to be husband?" eddie said with a laugh and you let out a chuckle

"what he doesn't know can't hurt him" you smiled

fin.

[cultofsappho]

In honor of AGCD 🤠, a list of my berserk findings in roughly chronological order RE: A RWRB Sequel:

1. When the movie come out, Casey did an AMA on Threads for both Alex, then Henry. In Henry's AMA, they posted this:

Meaning at the very least they'd be open to writing/sharing/creating more for Alex and Henry, if not a direct sequel [more from the AMA: X]

2. Casey also had an interview with Out Magazine in Nov '23 where they were asked if the want to write a sequel and they said "Of course I'd love to! 😉 I don't think i'm allowed to say anything more than that.😊" They're so fucking precious. We all know what 'not allowed to say' means. [twitter video: X]

3. Taylor has had a bunch of interviews recently, mostly as an ambassador to the SAG awards. He's been asked a dozen times about a RWRB sequel and everytime he says something along the lines of "Anything could happen! But I don't know, they don't tell me these things aha! 🤪 Give me a call!" And he's so unbelieveably obvious that his interview clips have already been compared to Andrew Garfield denying having any role in Spider-Man: No Way Home: [tiktok: X]

4. PrimeVideoUK has been bringing up RWRB & Firstprince more on social media recently. It could be for any number of reasons, it's their movie they can market however they feel like. Especially since Nick has a bunch of projects releasing rn (one of which, The Idea Of You is also releasing on Prime this summer), they may want to capitalize on the attention on him. Or, it could be to test RWRB's engagement #s... [tweet: X] [tweet: X] [twitter poll w/a rwrb sweep: X] [tiktok: X] And all the comments on these posts (and more) are begging for a sequel. So, if their social media manager is passing on the message... 👀

5. This is def a reach, so if you don't mind, i'm pulling out the red string for this conspiracy corkboard. But Casey was recently in London, it could have been a trip for literally anything. But, the first movie was filmed (and maybe produced idfk) in London. [insta post: X] they sold the movie rights for RWRB before the book was released, if I'm remembering that right, but maybe they retain rights to sign off on a sequel.

so anyway i was thinking about all those little things adding up in my head and thinking i was on to some kind of conspiracy then Nick goes and does press for Mary & George (which i just started, and is amazing btw) and says this shit:

6. Nick confirms in an interview with HitsRadio that they're talking about a RWRB sequel. Just flat out: "Yeah obv conversations are happening, duh! 😇" energy. God bless him. He says there have been conversations about a sequel. And, they're all on the same page that the script needs to be right and "all the components" need to be right. [X minute 15:50 they bring up the rwrb sequel, but the whole interview is great and you should watch it!]

ANYWAY i'm in a land of delusion, gnawing on the iron bars of my enclosure, etc, but also maybe not bc they're talking about a sequel and now we just need to wait for the greenlight

And (pseudo point #7), it would be a dumb business decision for Prime to not make a sequel. RWRB did way too well for an LGBT product, releasing during a dual actors and writer's strike, with little to no promo and zero press tour. From the RWRB Wikipedia page: "For the first three weeks after its release, it was the top watched film worldwide on the platform and provoked what Prime Video described as "a huge surge" of new subscribers." [X] And subscribers are all these streaming services care about.

I can't wait to reblog this with a screenshot when they inevitably post an offical confirmation for a sequel movie...

[darcytaylor]

So there are things I give Luke leeway on and some I don't. For the record, I'm not a shipper and ia that Deuxmoi got a hate boner for L & N and used them to prove a point. I don't blame him if he didn't quite grasp the magnitude of the fame they were about to be thrust into, but I think L gets into a bit of a bubble both when he is and isn't working and loses perspective of everything -- and everyone -- else in his life. He can't control what crazy fans do and what narratives they weave in their heads, every fandom has them, but he can choose how to respond to things. He can set boundaries, especially around the people he claims to care about, because there's a real human and professional cost to just letting the abuse go unchecked.

He's biggest lapse in judgment has been not picking a lane and sticking with it. We have no idea what advice or instructions he and Nic were given about the promo tour, but based on Corey and India's press as well as L's own previous openness with J, I don't believe they would've been told to pretend to be single. At any point in time, even when pressed in an interview, he could've just said that he prefers to keep his private life private. Yet even amidst strong evidence to the contrary, articles came out specifically painting him as single. This could only have had a personal or professional agenda behind it, as nothing else makes sense. What could've possibly been the benefit of it? Beats me. But the cost to the people in his life has no doubt been severe. It was a huge, huge misstep to let A be seen and not heard, to sneak her into events and play Guess Whose Limb on her Instagram and to try and have his cake and eat it too. If the public doesn't have a good sense of her, they can project all sorts of negative traits onto her simply because they don't have any frame of reference except her sparse social media presence. And she's in a profession where she has to promote herself, so going private on socials isn't exactly an option for her, so trolls will take advantage of that.

The bottom line is, he's been a shit boyfriend, even if through sheer obliviousness. One quick story of "hey, Nic and I aren't together, please respect our privacy, yadda yadda yadda" would've sufficed. But he's prioritized his own comfort and buried his head in the sand, waiting for it to blow over. Is not losing fickle fans more important to him than not losing the people in his life? This is not how a grown man should behave, especially not towards those he claims to care about. I would've given him the boot a long time ago, but then again, I'm not 23.

You make some very good points and I agree with most, if not all of them.

I am sure Luke is having a hard time navigating fame (it has to be challenging and I am grateful I never have to do that, so I can sympathize with Luke). I also think it is understandable that someone may struggle with the balance between public and private life. The rapid change in visibility I'm sure is overwhelming, and not everyone handles it gracefully (obviously Luke is not very graceful in this regard).

But I think it's understandable to expect some level of maturity and responsibility, and it does seem like sometimes Luke doesn't have that. I think it can be frustrating because Luke has a team around him and also a lot of people in his life who are also in the spotlight and could/would help him.

I agree when you said "I think L gets into a bit of a bubble both when he is and isn't working and loses perspective". I can definitely see that and I think it's boundaries that he hasn't quite figured out with the people in his private life.

I also agree that it is also important to recognize the potential fallout for those close to celebrities. As you pointed out, the people in their lives can face a lot of negativity. Supporting loved ones through this is essential, and looking at it from the outside there seems to be some kind of mismanagement in all of that.

There are certainly areas where Luke could have handled things better (looking at it from the outside), especially in terms of setting boundaries and managing public perceptions. But since we don't know all of the facts, it's hard to say exactly what he could have changed to make it better. Who knows what is said from the inside.

We can all just hope that he is learning and trying to adapt to all of it. Hopefully, he will take these experiences and grow from them. Only time will tell because I know that these types of things take time.

[rxmqnova]

Heya 👋

Lizzie / teen daughter reader.

So how about one where we follow our mom lizzie around on her promo tours. We don't sleep well on the road and we end up sucking our thumb in public (something we only do when we're exhausted). The press latch onto the story. Trying to turn it into a dig about lizzie's parenting ability (coz she was really young when she had us) but lizzie soon shuts it down and tells the world to get over it.

Just get over it

Y/N: 13 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's been over a week Lizzie's been on promo tour with Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness. She's done some interviews, photoshoots and now has another interview ahead of her.

It's all very exhausting, especially for Lizzie's daughter Y/N who's been following her mother around. The girl just can't sleep while travelling and that makes it even harder. It got to the point she's just walking wherever Lizzie goes, following her like a lost puppy without talking or acknowledging anything around her.

"Is everything okay, honey?" Lizzie stops walking, squeezing her daughter's hand once she noticed Y/N's not really paying attention to anything.

"Mhm. Just a little tired" Y/N admits.

"It's long, isn't it? We'll go back to the hotel right when I'm done here. You can take a nap, as long one as you need" Lizzie smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Can we cuddle?" Y/N mumbles out.

"Of course, sweetheart" One more kiss gets placed to Y/N's forehead before Lizzie leads her to the seat Y/N'll sit on while she will be having the interview.

Y/N sits down, saying bye to her mom who needs to go back as the audience will soon walk in and the show will start.

The young Olsen decides to entertain herself with some game on her phone and soon all of the seats are taken and the show starts.

Watching her mother talking about the movie makes her eyes get heavy. It's no surprise, she's absolutely exhaused.

Ever since Y/N was a little girl she's had one habit… sucking her thumb when she's super exhausted.

It's not even intentional, but Y/N just brings her thumb up to her mouth, dozing off and ignoring all the noise around her.

Of course some people in the crowd can't help themselves and take pictures of the sleeping Olsen…

———

"Y/N/N, honey, wake up for me" Lizzie smiles, running her fingers through her daughter's hair and attempting to wake her up.

"Hmm?"

"Baby, I'm done here. We can go back to the hotel now" Lizzie says on which Y/N finally opens her eyes, rubbing the tiredness out of them with her fists.

"Can we watch a movie and cuddle?" Y/N asks, her voice cracking a little as she only just woke up.

"Sure thing, honey"

As soon as the pair arrives back to their hotel room, Y/N changes into her comfy pajamas, stealing one of her mother's big hoodies and laying down on bed while Lizzie's still taking off her make-up.

While waiting Y/N entertains herself with her phone, trying to find a movie she could watch with Lizzie.

Her eyes land on one article though… what catches her attention is the picture of her earlier today, a thumb in her mouth while she's sleeping on the seat in that show studio.

"Mama!" Y/N calls, her bottom lip trembling after reading just the first two sentences.

"What's wrong?" Lizzie rushes to the bedroom with worry something bad happened, finding her daughter curled up on the bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I-I'm sorry" Y/N chokes out, handing her phone to her mother.

Lizzie sighs, the title and the picture telling her enough. She wraps her arms around her daughter, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"That's okay, sweetheart" Lizzie says softly, wiping Y/N's tears away and placing another kiss to her forehead.

"Hm-hm. Now everyone thinks you're a bad mom and I'm weird" Y/N sobs out.

"Honey, you were just really tired. It's just one stupid article" Lizzie pulls her daughter closer, pressing a kiss to her head every now and then while rubbing her back. "Let's close your eyes for a bit, yeah? You need to get some sleep and take your mind off of it"

It's not just one article though. Within hours the internet and social media are full of pictures and articles about Lizzie's parenting abilities.

Some of them even telling that it's caused by the fact Lizzie was only 19 years old when Y/N was born which is absolutely not true.

———

A few days have passed since then and the pair is finally back home. It's been worse and worse every day and Y/N's absolutely terrified every time she needs to go out of the safety of their house.

Just all the paparazzi and questions make her super anxious. Lizzie has one last interview today, it's over a zoom, so at least she doesn't have to travel anywhere. She's determined to tell everyone what she thinks about the whole situation.

As soon as they start and greet each other, the interviewer is about to ask the first question, but Lizzie jumps in immediately.

"Before we start can I just say something?" Lizzie asks the person on the other side. She's about to say it anyway, but she doesn't want to be rude even though she's really angry.

She gets a nod, so she takes a deep breath. She is absolutely furious, but she needs to control her emotions.

"I just want to say something to everything that's been going on around my daughter lately" Lizzie starts. "I'm sure this is not only my daughter's case, but ever since Y/N was a little girl, she's always sucked her thumb when she's really tired, it's not intentional or a regular thing, not at all. She just had a really bad sleep the night before my interview and was exhausted. Everyone has some kind of habits and my daughter has this one, so please just get over it and leave my daughter alone"

------------------------

I didn't know how to end it😭

I don't really know how this promo tour thing goes, so hopefully I was at least close😅

Elizabeth Olsen masterlist

Masterlist

[jxtina-86]

Control

Part of the Roman/Katherine series - this follows on a few months after the The Request where these two decided to level-up their escapades.

Two things inspired this. This promo which makes my brain short-circuit every time I see it and this GIF series. Especially the first one. Jesus Christ. Anyway - credit to the owner (and @thesamoanqueen for finding that first one MONTHS ago when I first had this idea).

Oh and I spent way too much time hunting around for a certain item that features in this and reading the reviews - my search history is beyond rescue at this point.

Warning: Sexual content/descriptions

Rating: MA

Comments/reblogs/likes all welcome!

****

Katherine rolls her neck slowly, easing the tension that's built up from sitting still for too long. Stretching her arms up briefly, she drops her hands to her face and pushes her glasses up to rub her eyes.

Letting the frames fall back into place, she blinks at the screen. She clocks the time in the corner and knows she should shut her laptop down and come back to it in the morning with fresh eyes. But yet…

Her brow furrows as she re-reads the last few paragraphs. She knows it's a bad habit - she should leave it alone, let the words sit and breathe a little longer before she edits, but in moments of frustration, such as this one, she can't help herself.

Her finger hovers over the delete button for a second before she shakes her head and retracts her hand. Spinning slowly away from the desk, she once again pushes her glasses up onto her head. Closing her eyes, she slowly pieces together fragments of the intended scene in her head.

His hands, one gliding down her body, fingers tugging… the other cupping her face, turning it to his.

His body pressed against her back, firm, strong. She melts into his embrace, her body loose and willing as his fingers slip between her legs.

Her thighs open, welcoming him and she relishes in the groan that vibrates through him as he teases the exposed and sensitive skin.

A loud buzz.

No. That's not right.

Her eyes flicker open and she sees her phone lit up. She already knows it's him before she even spots the name.

Back at the hotel x

She swipes to reply but he sends through another message before she finishes.

You better be in bed, baby girl. It’s late x

Busted, she grins at the screen as she taps out a reply.

I'm working x

Go to bed x

Make me x

She chews her lip, waiting as she sees that he’s typing. There’s a brief pause and then…

She grins as both her face and his flashes up on the screen - a new photo she took the last time they were together in the back of a cab on the way back from a bar. The smirk on his face and her wide eyes give away the fact that his hand, not seen in the photo, was sliding over her thigh and between her legs as she’d taken the snap.

Her skin tingles at the memory, but Katherine still leans back in her chair in mock defiance as she answers the video call. Yet the second she sees him, her resolve begins to crumble - even she would admit that was inevitable.

Roman is standing in a hotel bathroom, in a pair of grey joggers that are slung deliciously low on his hips. Katherine physically has to suppress a whimper, her eyes unsure of where to look as she takes in his chest, abs, arms, face, the faint imprint of his dick against the grey material.

Roman smirks, leaning forward to tower over the phone he has propped on the vanity.

“See something you like?”

“Always,” she replies, not missing a beat.

“You should be in bed. It’s nearly midnight there, baby girl.”

“I know. But I was mid-flow.”

“Bullshit,” he chuckles. “You wouldn’t have replied if you were.”

Katherine pouts in response.

“Bed,” he tells her. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Will you?” She tries not to sound too hopeful.

Roman scrapes a hand across his face. “This was your idea, baby girl.”

She pouts. “I didn’t realise a four-week stint was on the cards.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“No, Ro…”

“Someone dropped the ball, my schedule got fucked. I swear to God, I gave ‘em fuckin’ hell.” His brown eyes stare at her pleading through the screen.

“So when are you back?”

“Saturday.”

“So three extra days?”

“Yeah…” he exhales slowly. “I’m sorry, Kat.”

She forces a smile. “It’s okay. Shit happens.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you. Dinner on Saturday. I’ll take you to that fancy sushi place you’ve been telling me about.”

“It’s booked up for weeks, I tried.”

“Good job you got yourself a man with contacts then.”

“How-”

“Uh-huh, I got contacts, that’s all you need to know.”

She smiles. “Okay, okay. Thank you. I can’t wait.”

“For you, anything.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Anything?”

A deep laugh echoes through the screen. “Oh, you really are trying it on tonight, baby girl.”

“Four weeks, Ro,” Katherine whines, unashamed of how much of a brat it makes her sound.

He shakes his head. “Firstly, this was your idea. I’m just playing my part. And secondly, it’s only a few more days. Plus,” his voices drops an octave. “You’re doing so well.”

A shiver curls down her spine. “Yeah?”

He nods slowly, his head rocking to the side as he eyes her. “You can hang on a few more days.”

She knows he’s right - it was her idea.

And she also knows that if she does default on this agreement, there’s no real consequence. He’d only take it further if she asked him to.

But the way he embodies the character she demands of him - a man in charge of her pleasure - makes her feel that she owes it to him to carry out her part.

She didn’t quite imagine it would end up like this - what had started as the occasional teasing play had quickly evolved. The sex had been pretty fucking wild before she’d made the request. Now it was off the charts.

Now she could only cum with his permission and more crucially, only in his physical presence.

In past travel stints, they’d survived on phone sex, purring down the phone at each other, listening to each other’s breathless moans, slick fists and fingers and the occasional gentle hum of a toy. 

Now he’d pull her back from the brink, even from miles away with just one solitary word she finds she can’t ignore. Stop.

It had been equal parts delicious and torturous. Katherine had countdowns set on her phone for each trip away, waiting for his return. But even then, he’d take his sweet time, watching her writhe in frustration until he relents and tells her ‘now’.

But four weeks. Four weeks was not the plan. And nor was an additional three days.

He interrupts her thoughts. “Did a package arrive today?”

She blinks. “Huh? Oh. Yeah.”

“Go open it for me.”

She does as she’s told - the spell is wound too tightly to refuse him anything at this stage - and heads for kitchen. “Why’d they send it here?”

“I asked them too. Knew you’d be in to take it and saves me getting a redelivery or going to the depot.”

She nods, placing the phone against a mug on the counter before finding a knife to slice open the box. “What is it?” she asks as she peels back the flaps of the box.

He smirks. “You’ll see.”

“What’s with the mystery?” Katherine grumbles lightly as she rifles through the packing paper that fills the box. Her hand finds a smaller box - two in fact. She tugs the first free and casts Roman a curious look. “A new phone?”

“For you.”

“Why-”

“Find anything else?”

“Yeah, I-” she stops as she pulls out the other box and sees the image on the front. She raises an eyebrow. Looking back at the phone, she sees the wicked smile playing across Roman’s face. “You’re a bastard, you know that right?”

“What?” He winks. “Can’t I treat you, baby girl?”

“This,” she taps the box. “This is not a treat. This is a torture device.”

“Don’t be too hasty,” he smirks. “Read the box.”

She scans the blurb and then looks back up at him. “Oh…”

“Not such a bastard after all, right?”

“Perhaps,” she throws him a wink. “But Ro… it says it needs a Bluetooth connection to set up and link to more than one phone.”

“Two steps ahead of you, baby girl.” Grinning, he tugs a phone from his pocket and flashes it at the screen.

“You planned this?”

“Well, I didn’t quite plan not being with you to try it out together but actually, this works just as well…”

Katherine can feel her heart starting to pound as she opens the box and the vibrator slides into her hand. “Pretty,” she tells him with a grin.

“Turn the phone on. Passcode is your birthday.”

She does as she’s told and when the phone boots up, she clicks on the solitary app on the homescreen. A second later, she jumps as the vibrator starts to hum in her hand and she looks up to see Roman grinning at her. He twists his hand to show her the app opened on his second phone too, his thumb on the screen sliding slowly up. As he does, the vibrations gradually increase and Katherine feels her breath catch in her throat.

“All in my control,” Roman murmurs, his dark eyes meeting hers through the screen.

She nods, almost hypnotised.

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby girl.”

“You… you are?” Katherine feels a tremor down her spine at the thought. 

“Only if you do exactly what I tell you.”

“I will.”

“Good girl.” A whimper escapes her before she can stop it and he scrapes a hand over his face and down his neck with a deep chuckle. “One day I’m gonna see if I can just make you cum by saying that over and over again…”

“That,” she breathes shakily. “Would be one hell of a dangerous talent.”

“More dangerous than this?” His thumb is back on the app and the vibrator jolts once again in her hand. “Bed, baby girl.”

She doesn’t need telling twice. She eagerly gathers the three devices in her hands and makes her way to the bedroom. Propping up her main phone against the lamp on the bedside table, she awaits his next instruction.

“Strip. Slowly.”

Taking a step back so he can see her fully, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her tight shorts. Turning away from the screen, she wriggles her hips as she slides the material over her ass before slowly bending forward.

She hears a sharp intake of breath from behind her and glances over her shoulder. Roman’s eyes are dark with lust and his tongue slips out to wet his lips briefly as his head tilts to one side. “Keep going,” he breathes.

With a grin, she edges the shorts down her legs before she slowly straightens. Turning back to face him, she crosses her arms to grab the hem of her shirt before pulling it up and over her head. Cool air hits her breasts and she cups them, her thumbs brushing over her bare nipples.

“Fuck,” Roman groans. “Keep going.”

She shakes her head. “Show me first.”

“Show you what?” he says, taking a step back and dropping his gaze down for a second. He drops a hand to the waistband of his sweatpants and tugs them an inch further south but not far enough.

“Show me what’s mine,” Katherine whines softly.

“What’s yours, huh?” He glances up, his hand letting go of the waistband and dropping instead to palm his dick through the material. “You’re gonna be in a whole world of trouble when I get home.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Missed those sweet fuckin’ lips on my dick,” he groans. “Fuck, keep touching your tits baby girl.”

She does as he requests, her fingers gently circling her hardening nipples and she’s rewarded almost instantly. She bites her lip, her head rocking to the side as he pushes his sweatpants down and kicks them away. It still takes her breath away every time she sees him naked - every part of him is chiselled and toned to perfection and she can’t quite believe her luck that she gets to explore every part of him.

She watches, transfixed as he takes his hard dick in his hand and pumps it slowly. She closes her eyes briefly and remembers the last time they were together - on her knees in front of him, hands loose on those deliciously thick and taut thighs of his. She’d gazed up at him, her brain still foggy from the intense orgasm he’d bestowed on her moments before, her mouth open as he fisted his dick with one hand, the other wrapped in her hair.

“Get on the bed,” his voice cuts through her thoughts and it takes her a second to remember where she is.

She steps forward and readjusts the phone on the bedside table, making sure he can see her and she can see him.

“What were you thinking about?” he prompts as she settles back against the pillows.

“Our last time together,” she sighs. “I’ve thought about that night every fucking night since.”

He grins. “Me too.”

“And the morning after…”

“That too,” he agrees. 

It had been equal parts rough, messy, fast, slow, tender, loving. He’d pushed and pulled her body in ways that left her unsure which way she was lying, facing, standing. He’d growled in her ear commands to wait, stop, cum, knees, open wide. And then he’d scooped her up, carried her to where she lay now, and cocooned her in his arms until she fell asleep.

The following morning, every movement was slow and gentle - he’d adorned every inch of her with soft, warm kisses, making his way down beneath the sheets and made slow, lazy love to her, his body pressed firmly against hers, his hands cupping her face to kiss her as her legs at wrapped around his waist.

“Stop,” Roman murmurs and Katherine realises her hand is on her stomach. She feels her cheeks flush as she blinks at the camera. 

“I…”

“You’re forgetting something.” He lifts the spare phone into view. “I’m in control, remember?”

She nods, reaching for the toy before taking a shaky breath of anticipation. A second later, it begins to hum softly in her palm.

“Squeeze them tits for me again,” he tells her and she notes the soft rasp in his voice already.

She obliges him, her free hand palming her breasts for a moment, awaiting his next instruction.

“Pinch your nipples for me.”

She gazes at the screen, feeling the haze starting to cloud her mind. He’s leaning against the vanity again, one hand out of sight that she knows is back fisting his dick and her mouth waters at the thought.

“Now with the toy.”

The vibrations hum through her body as she glides the toy across her breasts before circling one nipple and then the other, making both impossibly long and taut. All that’s missing is his hot mouth and tongue on them and she tells him so, drawing a shaky ‘fuck’ from him before he resumes control.

Literally.

The vibrations kick up a notch and Katherine’s back arches in response as she continues to drag the toy over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She lets the toy slide down to her ribs for a second, finding the spot that makes her squirm from any touch, her head flooded with the memory of Roman discovering it for the first time and practically latching onto it until she begged him stop through squeals.

“Uh-huh,” he corrects her and she returns the focus to her breasts once again. “Better. But I need to know…”

“Know what?” she manages to get out as she swirls the tip of the vibrator around one nipple again and again.

“How fuckin’ wet you are.”

She lets her free hand drag over her stomach slowly, her legs spreading. She can feel how wet she is already - the combination of the situation, the toy, him, her imagination all make it inevitable. She lets her fingers caress her inner thighs for a second before she slides two fingers across her wet slit.

“So wet,” she tells him with a groan.

“Show me…”

She pushes her two fingers inside herself briefly, letting out a moan as she does. She pumps them slowly, once, twice before she holds her hand aloft to show the glistening mess.

“Taste yourself.”

She bites her lip for a second, holding his gaze before she rubs the tips of her fingers across her bottom lip and then swirls her tongue around them. She grins at the screen, watching Roman’s eyes clouding with lust and wonderment.

“I taste good,” she murmurs.

“I know,” he rasps. “I’m gonna eat that pussy up all fuckin’ night when I get home, I swear. You’ll be beggin’ me to stop.”

“Never,” she promises. “You between my thighs, why the hell would I tell you to stop.”

“My favourite place, baby girl. And you might not be telling me to stop, but I sure as hell have to hold you still to get you good.”

“That just makes me wetter,” she teases. “I miss you, Ro.”

“I miss you too, Kat,” he says softly. “I had a whole other plan for this tonight.”

“Yeah? Tell me…”

“I was gonna drag that damn toy over your entire body. Real slow too - I wanted to hear all those breathy moans you give me when I’m teasin’ you.” The rasp is back in his voice and Katherine can feel her skin start to prickle in anticipation once again. “Do it, baby girl. Do what I’m saying.”

She lets out a soft moan as she moves the toy down her body at last.

“All the way,” he encourages. “That’s it… across your stomach, tease them thighs for me…”

Katherine’s eyes close as her back arches as the vibrations near her core. She’s not sure how she’s going to last beyond a minute when this toy is inside her.

“Slow,” Roman’s voice echoes beside her. “Spread those legs for me.”

“Ro…” she whines.

“Almost,” he promises as she bites her lip as the vibrations relent for a second. “Tease your pussy for me, talk to me…”

“Fuck, Ro…” her voice catching in her throat as she runs the toys over her wet entrance. “Like when you tease me with your dick, making me beg for it…”

“Just like that, baby girl.”

“Or when you spit and blow on my clit,” she gasps, her back arching at the thought. “And then you wrap your… your arms around my waist so I can’t escape… Ro…”

“Keep going…” The vibrations kick in again for a split second, just as she drags the toy over her clit and she yelps in shock. His chuckle fills her mind and she doesn’t need to open her eyes to see the wicked grin on his face.

“I… I need it,” she gasps.

“Keep teasing,” he tells her. “You know how I love to make my dick nice and wet with your juice before I fuck you… Do exactly that…”

His breath hitches and her eyes flick open to see that he’s moved - no longer in the hotel bathroom, he’s on the bed, the phone angled so that whilst she can’t see his face, she can see the length of his body. She groans as she sees his hand, slowly pumping his dick, his thumb swiping over the tip with every other stroke.

“Kat…” he breathes. “You listening to me?”

“Yeah,” she moans.

“Push it inside you.”

She gasps as she does. It’s the first time he’s let her put a toy inside her for four weeks and even though the toy is far smaller than what she’s used to, it feels impossibly big. Her back arches as she slowly pushes it deeper inside herself, her breath ragged at the sensation.

Rocking her head to the side, Katherine glances at the screen. Roman has moved again so she can see his face. His dark eyes glint wickedly at her as with one hand he still grips his thick cock and the other flicks the vibrations up a notch. Her whole body starts to hum and she lets out a strangled whimper.

“Do not,” he half-growls slowly. “Cum. Not until I tell you.”

“Ro…” she gasps. “Please…”

The vibrations stop and she’s left panting and squirming whilst he chuckles at her from a thousand miles away. “Too much, huh?”

“You…”

He grins. “I’m going easy on you, baby girl. This is nothing compared to Saturday…”

Katherine can feel her brain start to short-circuit. “What… what about Saturday?”

“That’s for me to know.”

She groans in frustration and then gasps again as the vibrations start again. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, twisting them around her fists as she tries to anchor herself to the bed.

“Breathe,” he tells her and she lets out a shaky breath in response, unable to stop herself from doing anything he says.

Through hazy eyes, she gazes at him through the screen, watching his hand grip his dick firmly and his abs tense. His head rolls back for a second and she wonders what he’s thinking.

“Tell me,” she moans.

“Tell you what?” he replies throatily.

“What you’re thinking about.”

“You. Always you, baby girl. You grinding on me, sliding up and down my dick.”

She nods, her eyes closing. “Your hands on my tits… then up to my neck and pulling me down to kiss you… Flipping me over onto my back, pushing my…” she gasps as the thought swirls around her head. “My legs up over your shoulders so you… you can go deeper… Ah, fuck…”

“That’s it,” he groans. “Wrapping my arms around your legs so they don’t fall and fuckin’ you hard and deep…”

“Twisting me over,” Katherine’s mind is overdrive now, snippets of past encounters flashing before her. “Pulling my hips up, pushing my head down so you can fuck me even harder…”

She’s not sure how she’s getting the words out. Her body is on edge, the toy throbbing inside her, pulsating even and every part of her is tingling. Her mind races on, imagining Roman pulling out of her with a growl and flipping her back over, his mouth on hers for a second before he slides down her body and wraps her legs around his head. What a combination that would be, his tongue and mouth on her clit whilst the toy hums inside her.

“It’s like you read my mind,” she hears him groan and only then does she realise that thought has spilt out of her mouth.

“I just…” she whimpers softly as she feels blood rushing to her ears. “Ro…”

“Not yet…” The hum of the toy inside her ebbs slightly and she tries to steady her breathing to slow down the surge of pleasure rattling through her.

“Please…” she chokes out.

“Soon,” he promises. “I got you, baby girl. I promise.”

Fixated on the screen, she watches as his leg twitches and she knows he’s close. “I wish I was there, Ro…” she starts, watching his head roll back onto the pillows. “My hand where yours is right now. My mouth too, running my tongue up and down your dick, taking you all the fucking way…”

“Shit… Kat…”

“Keep going,” she tells him, enjoying the thrill of telling him what to do for once. “You gripping my head, pulling me back and telling me to open wide so you can cum on my tongue…”

“Kat…” he growls, his eyes closing tightly as he gasps and she watches enthralled as he cums, his fist pumping himself dry as she moans at the sight.

“Ro…”

His chest rises and falls as he sinks back against the pillows for a second and then she squeals as the vibrator jolts back to life inside her.

“I got a request,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” Katherine manages to get out, her body tense with anticipation as her back arches yet again.

“Saturday. My flight gets in at 5. I’ll be at yours by 7. You better be ready.”

“I will be,” she promises.

“Wear those heels that I like. The black ones. And that dress that makes your ass look amazing.”

“Done,” she groans. “Anything else?”

“The toy.”

“What… what about it?” Her breathing is getting more laboured as she twists on the bed.

“I want you to have it in you already.”

“Ro… no…”

“Oh yes, baby girl. I’m gonna tease you all fuckin’ night. I want my dessert nice and wet after dinner,” he chuckles.

She can picture it now: sat in a dark corner of the restaurant, one of his hands casually resting on her thigh whilst with the other he sends powerful vibes quite literally her way. She can see herself gripping the table, trying to compose herself as he grins wickedly and then leans towards her and whispers dirty thoughts into her ear.

“I told ya I was gonna eat your pussy up when I got back. I just wanna make sure it’s perfect for when I do…”

“Fuck… Ro…”

He chuckles. “Take my sweet time with you till you’re a fuckin’ mess. Squeeze and pinch your tits as I do, make you taste yourself on my fingers, fuck you with that damn toy until you scream my name, baby girl…”

She’s on the edge, right there, waiting for that word, begging him to say it.

“Then I’m gonna fuck you slowly… Pull all the way out and then push back in inch by inch so you feel every single part of my dick buried inside you…”

“Ro…”

“Tell you what a good fuckin girl you are…”

Her eyes roll back as she balances on the edge, her breath caught in her chest, the vibrations too much now. There’s no way back, even if she tries, she’s right there and she’s going to…

“Cum.”

She falls, with a gasp that echoes around her head. His name tumbles from her as every inch of her body erupts with force and she feels herself twisting and writhing without shame before him.

Her head throbs as she comes down from the high and she tenderly unclenches her fists from the sheets.

“You okay?” Roman’s voice cuts through as always, pulling her back. “Talk to me, Kat.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, her eyes still squeezed shut as she grounds herself back in the here and now.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Look at me.”

She twists her head towards the phone and opens her eyes slowly. His face fills the screen, his eyes wide and full of concern like they always are after moments like these.

“That was amazing,” she reassures him as she reaches down between her legs to remove the toy. Her own eyes widen as she feels how wet she still is. “Jesus, Ro… I think you made me…”

He laughs. “Just imagine what I can make you do on Saturday.” He tucks his arm beneath his head and not for the first time tonight, she wishes he was there next to her, wrapping his big arms around her.

“You’re serious about what you said, aren’t you?” She picks up the phone, bringing it closer to her as if that will make a difference to the distance between them.

“Deadly serious.” He eyes her for a second. “But only if you’re up for it.”

She chews her lip. “I am…”

“You don’t seem sure.”

“It’s not that.” 

“Then what?”

Despite the space he offers her, she can’t find the words. Not the right ones anyway. She can’t tell if it’s the post-orgasm haze or something else, but she can’t put into words the disconnected thoughts running through her head.

She can feel him watching her, so she smiles to reassure him.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “Or… Can I tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“If you’re worried that I see you differently because of all this shit we do together… You best believe that ain’t true.”

She stares at him in disbelief. How…

“I do this for you because I wanna make you happy, baby girl. You wanted to explore it, I was right there with you. But that doesn’t change how I see you. It’s just a tiny part of what we do together. I think you gave me an opportunity to tap into something too and I like it. But I like you more.”

She blinks. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Read my mind.”

He grins. “I know you, baby girl. Inside out. Literally,” he winks and she feels her cheeks flush. “But seriously, Kat. I’m not here just for this. This is just a bonus. At the end of the day… I just want you.”

Her heart flips. They’ve skirted around this for months - she’s bitten her tongue far too often not wanting to ruin it in case he was just looking for a casual fuck.

“I just want you too,” she hears herself whisper and his eyes light up at the words.

“I’m still doing what I promised you earlier on Saturday,” he tells her. “But on Sunday morning, I’m gonna show you exactly how much more you mean to me than just that.”

“You always do,” she says softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You do that already. Whenever we have nasty sex, the next time you’re treat me like glass.”

Now it’s his turn to blush and he runs his hand over his face with a grin. “See? I can’t hide it.”

“Hide what?”

“I’ll tell you Sunday.”

But she already knows.

Fin x

So... votes for a follow-up? Wanna see how Saturday unfolds...? Or Sunday...?

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen | Maybe Happy Ending | Visit these Helperbots at the Belasco Theatre this Fall. 🤖 | May 17, 2024 | 🎥 via MHE 

[writingsbyzuzu]

high enough

two - exile/cold cold cold

notes: i bet y'all didn't think i would come so soon with the baseball bat of angst for your kneecaps, did you?

warnings: confrontations. a lot of them. Panic attack, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of alcohol but nothing is drank yet, angst.

Sure to your word, you were helping Annie pick out her new top, the two of you unable to bring back up what had happened an hour prior, feeling in absolute shock.

As Annie tried on the tops, you sat on a bench across from her dressing room door. Your phone buzzes.

eth 🥊❤️‍🔥: did you pick it up for me

you: yes sir! get it to you tomorrow :)

eth 🥊❤️‍🔥: you're a peach, trouble. where would i be w/o you

you: probably dead

eth 🥊❤️‍🔥: ha! love ya

eth 🥊❤️‍🔥: see u tomorrow trouble

You smile at your phone, staring at the screen as Annie comes out from the changing room. "Hey, just tell him you love him and want him to bone you so you can finally give me your attention," she teases. You look up, putting your phone away. "Girl, you look hot," you tell Annie.

Annie grins, doing a twirl. "It's sexy, dude, I think I have to get it. Wear it on our next club excursion." You groan. "Ans, we haven't been to the club in a year," you whine. "That's because you're spending too much time with a certain blonde boss."

"Okay, okay, pinkie promise, the next time I get a night free, we are going, and you can hold me to that."

She nods, reentering the changing room to put back on her actual shirt.

Ethan's manager was by all accounts, a serious dude. Ethan had a really hard time getting along with him at points, but for the most part, he was the reason Ethan had gotten so far in his career, he thinks. Well. One of two reasons.

But Ethan didn't want to do his manager's plan today.

"I'm not doing it, Jerry," he pushes the papers back across towards his manager, his chest tightening with nerves.

"I can't do it. I won't do it."

Jerry shakes his head. "Me and Rebecca think this is the best course of action for you. It'll make you look better for publicity, especially if you win the match."

"I can't do it," Ethan repeats, putting his head in his hands.

"Why not?"

"You know why," Ethan murmurs.

It didn't matter in the end. He had to do it.

You walk into Ethan's kitchen the next morning, clipboard and phone in hand, bag from fancy store in tow. He's sitting at his kitchen island again, shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth off a plate loaded with them. "Morning Eth!"

He looks up at you, still chewing. He swallows quickly, grinning at you. "Good morning trouble." His eyes watch you approach, dropping the clothing back on the seat next to him. "One clothing pick up, as requested," you chirp, swiping a strawberry off his plate.

"What's on the agenda today?"

"Press interview, practice, and then we have to go to the stadium to film some promo shit, you know how it is," you smile.

He's staring at you, and his eyes are filled with some look you don't quite recognize, almost...nervous and sad.

"Ethan, are you okay?" You tilt your head, staring back. "You don't look so good."

His face shifts to an expression of uneasiness.

"Listen, trouble, I have to tell you something." Ethan fidgets with the fork, unable to look at you suddenly, before continuing. "I care about you, a lot, and I..."

He trails off, and your stomach tightens in knots. Oh god. What could he possibly say next?

Jerry comes in, his permanent scowl dark as ever. He turns to you. "Oh good, you're here. We need to hurry to get to the interview on time. Go call the cab," he barks at you. You nod, leaving the kitchen quickly. You and Jerry never quite got along.

After the cab is called, you're waiting in the front hall for Ethan and Jerry, who were discussing god only knows what (probably interview questions), and for Ethan to get changed.

What was Ethan possibly going to say to you? You think you knew. Probably that he figured out your feelings for him and was going to send you straight to the friend zone. Or worse yet, the boss at a distance zone. A part of you felt like dying from embarrassment. This is what you get, you suppose, for falling in love with him.

The cab pulls up, so you yell out for its arrival. Jerry exits the house first, and you go to follow. As you're partially out the door, Ethan yanks you on your elbow back a few steps.

"Trouble, I really need to talk to you, it's serious."

"Ethan, as my boss, I respect you, but Jerry is also my boss and if our asses are not in that car in the next minute, my ass is going to be handed to me. Please."

You hurry to the car, Ethan sighing exasperated.

He never gets a chance to tell you in private.

Jerry had all but banned him from speaking, but he couldn't let you sit in the dark and find out the hard way. He couldn't let you misunderstand the situation for a second.

But Jerry had stopped him. It was like Jerry was hanging around every moment he could, preventing you and Ethan from even having a moment alone together.

An hour before the match, Ethan finally has his moment of opportunity. You had been asked to fetch him his water, the most common task asked of you since Ethan hired you, and it's there in his dressing room, finally alone, that he gets both his drink and his moment.

"Here's your drink, Eth."

He takes it from you, his fingers covering your own and brushing them. And so, like he does every time he gets his drink, he says his line. "When I get to the pearly gates, I hope the first thing I hear is you telling me you got me my drink."

There's no smile on his face, this time, however.

"Say, trouble, I've been trying to tell you what I wanted to all week."

You open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head. "Let me talk first, and then you can speak, okay? I don't think I have much time-"

But at that moment, Jerry opens the door, and all hope Ethan has of avoiding his impending catastrophe is crushed.

"Ethan? They need you now. Let's hurry up," Jerry nods at him. He looks at you. "Why don't you hurry on to your seat? I'll join you when this is done." You nod at Jerry, and give Ethan a big smile.

"Good luck out there, big guy."

Ethan tries in that moment to memorize your smile in case he doesn't see it again.

You're sitting in the usual spot set for managers and assistants, quietly on your phone. The calm before the fight was always the most boring aspect for you, a time where you weren't needed for anything.

At least, you weren't needed until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You look up, staring at the largest bodyguard you had to EVER see, in your life. Which was saying something.

"Ms Harini Iyer has requested you come to her in her VIP booth," the man's voice booms. You scoop up your purse and your belongings, trying not to let the emotion show on your face.

Holy shit, holy fucking shit.

You're doing your best not to panic, following the giant man, dodging and weaving in between the crowds of people and bleachers, until you reach it. As the door opens, you see Harini jump up from her seat, bounding towards you. She calls out your name, before giving you a hug.

Holy shit, Harini Iyer knows your name. She just fucking hugged you, you think, and you feel confused.

She grabs your hand, dragging you over to the seats. "Sit," she motioned. So you do.

"I wanted to hang out with you," she cheerfully says.

"Right. You sure you meant me? I'm not famous or anything." Harini laughs, throwing her head back. "You might not technically be, but you're well known in the community. And the two most important girls to the athletes should sit together, I feel like. Shows sportsmanship, solidarity."

"I'm not- I'm just- I'm only an assistant," you protest, shaking your head.

"You're the most well known assistant. You do pretty much everything for Ethan Nestor, and fans love you."

"Fans love Ethan. It comes with the territory."

"Right, but it comes with the dynamic, too. You keep his secrets, you give him friendship."

You nod.

You see Damon and Ethan heading to the ring. You turn your full body towards the ring, watching Ethan's every move like a hawk. And Harini doesn't fail to notice.

"You care a lot about him, huh?" she asks. "He's my boss. He's in a tough profession. Of course I do."

As they prepare to enter the ring, Harini asks another question.

"But it's more than that, isn't it?"

The two of you stare at each other, as the match counts down to begin.

The first round is sat in absolute silence.

When the match was counting down, Ethan looked for you in your usual spot, but all he saw was Jerry and a blonde girl, sitting on the bench. Ethan felt like he was going to puke. Did you find out already?

As if reading his mind, Damon speaks. "If you're looking for your trouble, she's with my girlfriend."

Ethan snaps his head back. Sure enough, he sees you in the VIP booth, talking to a popstar.

What the hell were you doing with her?

Damon wins the first round within minutes.

You're biting your nails, trying not to freak out. Harini keeps shifting between looking at you, and looking at the match below you two, as if she wanted to say something.

"Spit it out."

She blurts it out. "I know you're in love with him." Your head snaps, and for a moment you thought you had whiplash. Sure, it had already been implied, but to say it out loud?

"What are you-"

Her eyes fill with tears. "You know it's never going to happen, right?" Silence in the VIP booth, while Ethan's fans cheer. You aren't looking at the fight, however. You're staring back at Harini. She continues to speak. "I mean, he can't date you. He's your boss. Could you imagine the kind of scandal that would bring? People would think he took advantage of you in a power position."

You shake your head, your eyes filling with tears like hers.

"Harini, why am I up here tonight?"

Ethan wins his first round.

She looks out among the cheering crowd, before speaking again, this time not looking at you. "I want you to come work with me."

"What?"

"Work for me."

Confusion dawns on you. "Why?"

"That man relies on you for everything, and he strings you along, when he knows his career will block him from ever touching you, but he keeps you around, paying you, keeping you stuck like that because he doesn't know how to live without you. And I've done my research on you. I've done a lot of research on you. I know what kind of person you are. And you don't deserve that."

You sit in silence, but the tears don't break.

Harini speaks again. "You heard the gossip last year about my miscarriage? My last assistant did that. I'm looking for someone who can be a friend, a real friend. And sure, you'd have to actually do some work, but I'll be paying you. Twice as much as he is, right now. We'd have fun. Your career could advance, a lot."

"Why are you offering this to me?"

"Because you were nice to Damon and I, outside the store. Even if you didn't have to be. You could have been mean, rude, shit talked. Damon tried deliberately to be rude, but you...you just kept talking politely and gave a witty response. You're a nice person. And you deserve more than four years of pining and being a water girl."

At that moment, Ethan wins the match. Everyone outside the booth jumps up, screaming and cheering.

And then you're hit with the sickest gut punch of the night.

When the reporter gets to Ethan, he says a line you've heard so often. "I'd like to thank my trainer, Luis. My manager, my assistant." And then he freezes, and he says something you had had nightmares about.

"And I'd like to thank my girlfriend, Lizzie. Baby, can you stand up for me please?"

A blonde, well you could assume, model, stands up from the spot that is normally reserved for you. She jumps up, running over to Ethan, and jumps in his arms.

And in the sickest, cruelest fate you could imagine for yourself, you watch as he bends down and kisses her in a pose from a million romantic movies.

That's when the tears finally break, and you choke out a sob, while Harini lets out a gasp and groan of disgust. It takes less than a second for your phone to begin buzzing and chiming out the wall.

"You didn't know, did you?" Harini asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. "No," you whisper.

"It's like I said. It was never going to happen. And you didn't deserve to feel this. Think about it."

You nod, in complete shock, standing up in a daze.

"Do you need help?" Harini asks, motioning for someone to help you. You wave it off, rushing out of the VIP booth.

You're running around the various backstages halls of the arena, trying desperately to find a bathroom to puke your guts out in, absolutely hysteric. Your vision is blurry, and your chest is tight, and it feels like you could wobble over and just die.

You feel someone grab your arm and you lurch away.

"Hey, hey hey, breathe for me, alright?"

Damon fucking Jones.

"Woah, just try to breathe slow, do you need help?" He crosses in front of you.

"I need a bathroom. I need to puke. And then I'm going to need the largest bottle of tequila I can find and down it," you choke out.

Damon nods, before sprinting off for a second. He returns with paper towels in his hands, wiping your face of the tears that won't stop running.

"You need to try to breathe," he whispers. He does breathing exercises, and you do your best to follow them, until your chest starts to regulate and the tears finally stop.

"You okay? Must have been a nasty shock."

You nod silently, wringing your hands. "No one was predicting that. If he didn't tell you, that was fucked."

"It is fucked," you whisper in response. Damon nods. "That's why you should work with my girlfriend. You won't have to see him anymore, and you don't have to be in love with him."

You roll your eyes. "It feels like this is manipulation on your parts."

Damon's eyes widen, and he shakes his head, genuinely trying to reassure you. "No, no no, no. She was going to ask you anyways it was bad timing. Look, that was an absolute fuckshow tonight, hm? And I don't like to see nice people hurt. Harini was hurt. And now you've been hurt, and that shouldn't fly. You both deserve the kindness you have given."

You look up at him, and he smiles. It's nervous, but by all accounts it was genuine. He fishes into his pocket, and he takes out a folded piece of paper, tucked between his fingers.

You look at him in confusion. "It's Harini's phone number. Personal phone number. Take it. Even if you decide later you want to stay with him, I think you should take it. I don't know what she told you, but after seeing what just happened to you, I think you should take it."

He holds it out between his fingers, and you stare at his hands.

Four years. Four years built developing a friendship, four years of late nights, and early mornings, and phone calls, and lingering glances. Could you ever give that up?

Could you ever put this behind you?

You keep deliberating for a minute, but then Damon, looking away out towards something in the corner of his eye, leans in to whisper. "You have exactly thirty seconds."

"What?" you squeak out.

"You have thirty seconds," he gestures with his head, "to take this piece of paper and put it in your pocket before you are busted."

You turn to look.

Ethan is standing at the end of the hallway, panting, his eyes full of anger and disgust. "Trouble?" he calls out, taking a step closer. "Where were you? I was looking for you. What are you doing, what's going on?"

You look back to Damon, who cocks his head to the other side and raises an eyebrow. Ethan starts to come closer, getting progressively faster.

"Ten seconds or he snatches the paper from my fingers," Damon murmurs, and without hesitancy, you snatch the paper and shove into your bra, right as Ethan reaches the two of you.

"What the fuck do you want with her, Jones?" Ethan spits out, reaching to grab your arm. You shift away from his reach, looking at the floor.

"I could ask you the same, Nestor. What do you want with her?" Ethan's eyes wander from Damon, back to you, then to where you had just tucked in the note.

You had never seen Ethan look so angry. Ever. Not when a "fan" threw an egg at your head, not when Jerry yelled at you over a mistake, not ever. This was a different level. He reaches for you again, but you step a little further back. His eyes flash pain for a moment, before anger all over again. "What did you give her?" His eyes never leave you, and it felt like he was boring a hole into your head.

"Nothing," Damon lies, shrugging his shoulders.

"Bullshit, I saw something, what did you give her?"

"Alright, fine. Harini and her talked about clothes, and she wanted to know places Harini shopped from, but she left the VIP booth so fast, Harini didn't get a chance to give her the list," Damon sighs, patting your shoulder.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Ethan waits for you to look up at him, but you don't.

"Trouble. Trouble look at me. Is that true?"

You look up, and for the first time since since the dressing room, you properly look Ethan in the eyes, yours bloodshot, and tired.

Could you lie to him? Would you do that? You had never really lied before to him, not really.

And the answer slips out of you without even processing it. "Yes. It's true."

Damon nods. "See? Good match, Nestor. You really got me there." And without even a second thought, he turns around and leaves, wandering off to find his girlfriend.

"I was looking for you," Ethan whispers, "You weren't on the bench."

You aren't looking at him anymore. "Harini Iyer wanted me to sit with her. Can't deny one of America's sweethearts."

"What did you think of the match?"

You don't have the heart to say much. So you just let out a small "It was good, Ethan. Congrats."

"I wanted to tell you, I-"

"I have to go."

"Go?" Ethan asks, trying to get within your line of vision. But you turn away again. "Yeah, um, Annie needs me." And with that, the second real lie you've ever told Ethan Nestor falls out of your mouth.

"But, but trouble, we always celebrate together, and I was thinking I need to-"

You interrupt him, holding up your hand up to stop him. "Not tonight, Ethan. I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Trouble? We're okay right?"

He wants to do something, anything, scream. But nothing comes out. And there you were, continuously slipping out of his reach.

"Peachy," you spit out. Third time's the charm.

"See you Monday, Ethan."

And with that, Ethan is left in the hallway.

[asharaks]

You don’t have to post this or anything, this is just something I’ve been thinking on and needed to rant about and your blog feels like a safe space for me.

I love Neil, he’s a great voice actor and has been so kind to his fans, but there’s something so hollow (if that’s the right word) about him talking about how good Baldur’s Gate 3 has been for representation when Larian has ignored Wyll to the point we’ve waited over a year for basic fixes meanwhile Astarion (who already has a disproportionate amount of content compared to the other companions) keeps getting new content. This newest trailer for Patch 7 is one of the first we’ve seen of Wyll and it’s him getting murdered. One of the official Larian Discord mods supported the White Wyll mod. The fandom (Astarion fans, in particular) has been so unbelievably racist to black creators and characters that there were whole graph and charts dedicated to how unsafe black people felt in the fandom. Karlach’s features were changed from more black-presenting because people would just kill her without recruiting her. Wyll and Karlach both had rewritten stories, but Wyll’s has been painfully neglected and a majority of it doesn’t even center him so much so that you can barely find any promo material of him without Mizora if he’s included at all. Not only that, but black people are attacked for rightfully criticizing and being uncomfortable with his storyline being a slave to a white woman who’s actions are excused because she’s attractive and he’s “a nice guy who knew what he was getting into.”

I understand a lot of people have felt represented by the game’s depictions of sexual assault victims, queer identities, trauma and healing, etc. but to watch Neil herald it as some kind of game that gives everyone a voice so they can feel represented when that’s only the case for people (and characters) that look like him feels ignorant at best and disingenuous at worst.

iiii do agree for sure - I'm not on twitter and as policy I don't pay attention to what the VAs say to the fans lmao but I definitely think. where the game does do a very good job in a lot of areas, the way it handles race and racism, both in-universe and metatextually, is NAWT one of its strong points (astarion's racism being played for a Bit, among other things), and there's certainly a reluctance to discuss that among the dev team (including the VAs) that feels Intentional at this point. fans have been saying this about wyll since release, and afaik no one on the team has really said anything?? again, not on twitter so I can't be sure but it is a disappointment at best, especially given the racist treatment theo solomon's received in the PR for the game.

obviously I don't know the devs - don't know what they are and aren't allowed to discuss with fans, don't know what oversight they receive or what their contracts are or what their personal opinions are, but I do try pretty hard not to take the things they say on twitter outside of formal press too seriously: I'm not one for parasocialising in that way, and the whole area makes me a but uncomfortable, especially when people take the things they say as canon and use it as an excuse to attack other fans. I know neil's been on the receiving end of some unacceptable behaviour from fans too, and I find it easier to pretend that whole arena just doesn't exist lmfao

[judgementdaysunshine]

Heightened senses

Pairing: Bradshaw x Fem reader

Description: Your senses become heightened that adds to your exhausting pregnancy

The smell was almost poisonous to you as your stomach churns and your throat burns as you jogged to the closest trash can down the hall where you emptied your stomach. "Oh honey I'm sorry take deep breaths" you sit down next Linda after rinsing your mouth and blowing your nose in the bathroom, Bradshaw hands you a cold can of ginger ale along with heartburn chewables knowing that heartburn had really been taking a tight hold on you after getting sick over the past month as you hit six months hoping that these last three or two months would past by quickly so that you can welcome your child into the world as you watch a match between Chyna and Lita when Edge sat beside you as you dozed off before he helps you to his locker room knowing how hectic things could get in the APA's locker room very quickly. You shoot awake to the strong smell of cigarettes leading to you halfway in the trash can only to look out in the hall to see the British Bulldog smoking just a few feet away from edge and Christian's locker room fixing to say something until a voice booms out, "Hey don't smoke back here and especially not around our pregnant lady here!" you turn only to see Test and Albert who knew by the familiar noises of coughing and heaving that you were getting sick leading them to grab you water and ginger ale but they stopped when they smelled the stench of cigarettes which made them turn the corner only to see you with a green look on your face as you stood in the doorway, test took you to their shared locker room with Trish while albert yelled at bulldog thanking them while trish noticed your slightly swelled feet leading to her massaging them even when you said you could just elevate them but the three insisted leading to you sipping on ginger ale with your now relieved feet on a stool as you all listened to a promo between Eddie Guerrero and Jeff Hardy. The feeling of peace that washes over you made you melt into the bed as bradshaw gently massaged your hips and back before you were leaned against him as he slowly lifted your belly up just enough to relieve some pressure off your lower body since your bump began to drop a bit falling asleep as he carefully lowered your bump and laid you in bed not before giving your bump a tender kiss and speaking to the baby, "I love you with all my heart little one can't wait for you to be here" he presses soft kisses against your lips before laying beside you keeping an eye on you for thirty minutes leading to him lulling you back to sleep when you got sick until he was asleep as well with you tucked against him with his hand on your bump.

[herejusttosufferalong]

I know everyone dropped the blackmailing theory, but what if there's something going on behind the scenes? We've seen how flirty and naughty they can be, so if they acted on their feelings in Brazil, maybe they sent each other inappropriate messages and pictures, which somehow ended up with A. How many days later he started liking A's pics when he came back to UK? (Somebody knows?) At the end of the promo tour, L mentioned how much he loves Snapchat because everything disappears, which struck me as odd. I can't remember exactly when or where he said it, but if someone does, please share it. (Or maybe I’m just insane now and never happened.)

In Toronto, L looked frustrated, tired, uncomfortable and comfortable, happy at the same time. They had around two weeks off from promoting, yet he looked like he hadn’t slept all year. I know someone mentioned how seriously UK law treats blackmailing. I can’t shake the feeling that something like that could be behind all of this. Maybe there was some kind of agreement between the two of them. Certain photos, even if only seen briefly, could be humiliating and overshadow their work, especially in the middle of a press tour (with Toronto, Ireland, and London coming after Brazil).

I also want to add that Nic finished promoting Bridgerton around mid-July. After that, we got the Sorrento videos, and she hadn’t posted anything for a while. They came back on a Friday, and one day later, she posted a picture of French toast—which is fine, but we all know how much L loves sweets and how often N made something specifically for him. This week, he posted the bloopers and A Soho pics. Later, N posted two game-related pics that I believe had specific meanings (sex, heya, and watch). She knows we’ll analyze them, and someone else who always posts after her does too.

Maybe I’m just being delusional (probably am), but I can’t understand why she’s doing this now. She could have done it all when they were in Sorrento. She could have thrown shade at him while he was there, but she waited. And we haven’t heard anything from A since the Soho pics. Her name is out there now; maybe she got what she wanted. Obviously, this is all just my theory.

The timing is just too specific. Maybe I’m just too protective of him.

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[solarwynd]

https://www.tumblr.com/solarwynd/753644440437080064/releasing-the-same-day-as-a-bp-members-new-single?source=share

Can't lie, armys are kinda useless right now. They love the idea of members continuously releasing but they don't have any fucks to give in actuality after week 1 even if they're competing with other fandoms especially now that they're all enlisted and we have such limited promo. The only hope one has is that Jimin has a great track record of making songs armys vibe to - they will not usually stream beyond a day unless they actually like it. If they end up loving the album though, that could fuel their competitive spirit.

Also to the anon that's worried about opps linking up, tbh it's not easy work to spend money or stream music even for fans. I doubt these people are doing anything extra for someone they don't even care about just because it harms Jimin. All they love doing is running their mouth on twitter and that's probably the extent of it. For skz, their endless variants are the only threat and for Lisa, the autoplay and playlisting she'll get. Unless they get some truly viral moment, based on history it seems unlikely we'll have to worry about them long term.

If skz decide to go the let's pollute the earth path and release a lot of versions, then a bb200 #1 will unfortunately be difficult. I can only hope BB might suddenly apply their anti-kpop bias with some handy filtering. They haven't so far but hope springs eternal (for me).

Also regarding 2 versions versus 3 - extra tools are handy and I desperately need Hybe to do their job but I'll always appreciate if an artist, when he has to choose between artistic sensibility and charts goes for the former. At least I know Jimin will never embarrass me as a fan with some transparent cash grab album or some empty music. Long term I think it's more valuable to build that kind of relationship with your audience and have that kind of reputation.

Lastly while I'm really hoping for some great debut numbers, the real lynchpin of Faces success was twofold - it's artistic merit that's acknowledged by almost all and it's lasting power. While Jimin is responsible for the former, I hope that longevity is our goal for Muse as well. The way Face and LC pulls streams more than a year after release with it's (comparatively) limited covers and remixes is actually amazing.

More than anything I'm excited to see what Jimins planned for his sophomore attempt. Will his pre-release be something experimental (for him) like last time? What kind of sound will he be going for? Can he live upto my frankly massive expectations built up after face? Are we all dead on about the 70s theming and how might that influence the tracks? Ahhh it's hard to wait for answers. New music in 10 days. That's crazy 😭

Very much agreed on pretty much all of this.

I’ve been thinking it to myself that armys have silently been waiting on some quality music from somebody, somewhere, to drop. They’re still churning out hit tweets about Like Crazy till this day. You’d be hard pressed to see an army wax on about prior releases the way they have about LC. You wouldn’t have even though Hobi dropped anything this year the way they don’t mention it. I have faith in my man that he’ll deliver, I do. Even if it doesn’t exceed Like Crazy I still believe it’ll be a good song.

Like I remember the estimates for FACE when they came out were like 105k-110k and we managed to bring it up to 164k by the end of tracking week when our competition at the time was Morgan Wallen and we had an almost 100k gap to bridge. I know we still didn’t beat him (atp it was an after thought cause Jimin got #1 on hot100 with LC 😭) but the work everybody put in back then? On level with a BTS comeback and although it was stressful it was still fun.

The #JIMINJIMIN and #MUSE hashtags on twitter have been trending for nearly 2 days now with 2M and 1.5M respectively, the interest is absolutely there. I also want longevity with MUSE cause to think LC will still be charting by the time the pre release come around is amazing. I don’t want MUSE to fall off quickly and I want it to be impactful just like FACE was.

If we could get more digital album versions (cause that’s really what it’s gonna take), I think we have a shot We’ll just have to see what MUSE’s estimates puts it at to gauge the effort we have to expend. I’m still first and for most here to enjoy the music cause I’ve been begging for it forever I don’t want charts to take up too much space. I think Jimin’s gonna be pulling from the people who inspires him in sound potentially. So not necessarily 70s but MJ, (and he’d actually do that man justice unlike the sorry attempts Hybe pulled last year 🥴) Neyo etc . and just genre hopping in general. But considering those two do a lot of RNB and pop, I’m really excited for it.