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zee-rambles · 2 years ago

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Lets. D0. This.

(Please note: Post will be updated as I find more resources and think of more strategies)

(Please do not re-use gif without permission…unless it’s to save Rise…)

Mutant May

YOU can watch Season 1 and Season 2 of RISE right HERE!

So I’ve seen a a lot of people still wondering if Rise of the TMNT can be saved.

There’s is a lot of hope, especially with the boom of fans joining the fandom after the movie dropped last year, people making more art on tumblr, twitter, tik tok, and so on. But also a a lot of doubt, especially after JJ Conway’s post on twitter.

BUT…I still think there is a chance…a GOOD chance. WITH ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW! Why?

We live in the internet. Information is more then easy to get out now thanks to social media. There is all kinds of ways to get the word out to people. Let’s abuse it. 😎

Fans have brought back shows before.

We need a MAJOR push through social media, more fans, more art, it’s up to us…and I think we can do it!

Fans convinced Netflix to bring Sense8 back for a finale

Fans convinced fox to bring back “Futurama” after it was cancelled in 1999.

Hey Arnold got the jungle movie thirteen years after the show was cancelled

Animaniacs got a 3 season revival 22 years after it stopped airing.

Brooklyn 99 was cancelled in 2018, and the fans convinced NBC to pick up the series.

Arrested Development was canceled after 3 seasons, but AFTER it was cancelled, it grew an audience and they made it come back!

Fans saved the original Star Trek in the 60s with letters.

They did it. Why can’t we?

So what can we do?

Well…

1. PETITIONS TO SAVE RISE that we can all sign…

PETITION 1 (The strongest one, but the more petitions signed, the better!)

PETITION 2

PETITION 3

PETITION 4 (save the content that was cut/we missed)

PETITION 5! (Make an ROTTMNT season 3)

2. Pester Nickelodeon and Netflix on social media (THE BIG ONE Y’ALL, THIS IS THE MOST DIRECT AND IMPORTANT)

Be polite, be non-toxic (don’t be rude or mean, the boys would not want that, and the Nick/Netflix won’t listen), but be LOUD, PASSIONATE, AND ANNOYING! Ask for DVDs of the show/movie, and then BUY THOSE DVDs!

MAKE SURE TO ASK FOR THE FULL ORIGINAL CAST AND CREW TO COME BACK, INCLUDING ANDY SARIANO AND ANT WARD.

Sample DM/Letter (but try to come up with your own. Too many repeats and they will ignore it)

“Dear Nickelodeon/Netflix/Viacom, I can’t tell you how much Rise means to me, and I really love that you put the show on air. But it was not fair that the show was cancelled before it got the chance to reach the audience it deserved, only because of a few bad reviews and a lack of advertising. The show is great, there’s tons of fans, tons of art, and people, including me, want so much more! Please bring it back! We want the original crew to come, Flying Bark, for the show to get it’s full second season restored, and it’s five season run like it was originally intended. People hated the 2012 TMNT when it came out, but it got it’s chance and now there are people that love it. Why can’t Rise of the TMNT have the same? It’s clear that the creators love their work and there’s a growing fan base for it. Rise just came out at the wrong time, but it deserves it chance to shine.”

The more personal you made the letter, the more you say what Rise means to you, the better.

As for me? I’m sending them a picture of Pizza Pigeon with the #wewantmoreriseoftheTMNT and #saverottmnt

Request movies/seasons on Netflix.

Ask for Rise Season 2, another season, another movie. Just keep asking!

Nickelodeon’s facebook page (Look, I know that facebook is a relic at this point, but the more people go there and PESTER Nickelodeon, the better!)

Rise’s facebook page

Leave good reviews. Share. Leave TONS of comments

Nickelodeon’s instagram

Nickelodeon’s Twitter page (treat carefully, there be Musks out there…only use if you are over 18)

Nickelodeon’s TikTok

Niceklodeon’s letter inbox

Nickelodeon, 1515 Broadway, New York, NY 10036

Rugrats was brought back because fans bombarded Nickelodeon with letters saying they wanted it back. Might as well cover our bases. This one is a BIG DEAL!

Nickelodeon’s Corporate Number

1-212-846-2543 Call them! Annoy them! Ask how we can get their attention! Tell them why you love this show! Why it deserves to come back.

Contact Paramount

Paramounts Request form

Official Fan Page Rise’s Instagram

The more followers the better.

Netflix’s instagram

Netflix’s facebook

Netflix’s Twitter (Treat carefully. There be MUSKs out there…only use if you are over 18)

SPAM NICKELODEON’S EMAILS!

[email protected]

If anyone has any more, any deeper more direct points of contact, or more ideas, please share!

3. Leave good reviews for Rise anywhere and raise awareness everywhere you can!

One of the key reasons Rise did not do too well because it was unfairly review bombed before people could give it a chance…so get out there on tik tok, IMDB, Rotten Tomatoes, and ESPECIALLY youtube.

Make reviews! Analysis! JOKES! Support other content creators! When the Rise Reanimated video comes out, share it like no tomorrow!

No one paid attention when How to Train Your Dragon came out, but word of mouth and people saying it was good, made it the success it was. Let’s repeat history!

Anytime there is NEW RISE CONTENT on Nickelodeon’s YouTube channel, watch it, share, spread it.

Share this post on social media, across various sites, use the information here to spread awareness about how people can help and what they can do. Be relentless! (Like Leo in Lair Games)

Ask influencers to review, react, and give RISE a chance without placing judgement.

4. Make. ART!

Draw, Write, TWEET, Make MERCH, Sell MERCH, Make Tik Toks, Videos on YouTube, posts on instagram, discord, what pad, demanding more Rise, spreading the word, and just showing how much you love this show! Not only will it attract attention, but it’s also good for all of us. There will be more Rise content either way.

Make sure to @ nickelodeon on ALL of your art! SPAM THEM! ANNOY THEM! DROWN THEM IN LOVE FOR THIS SHOW! Demand DVD’s and Blue rays of the SHOW AND THE MOVIE! It’s not fair that we can’t have access to it!

PLAY THIS GAME!

If you see official Rise MERCH in the while, buy it if you can! Also support as many rise content creators as you can. If you can’t draw? Write! If you can’t create! Like! Share! Comment! Support each other!

Rise April ART Challenge

Keep in mind…there WILL be pushback.

Companies as big as Nickelodeon and Viacom care about their bottom line: $$$…money. BUT pushback, whether they are taking down your videos on Tik Tok, striking artists on twitter, mean that they’re taking NOTICE. So don’t. Give. UP!

One last thing to remember: DO NOT harass fans for enjoying other versions of TMNT

Even though Rise is the first and only TMNT I have ever loved, I don’t believe in shaming other fans for looking forward to, or enjoying other TMNT series. Gatekeeping like that was what stopped Rise from (heh) Rising as high as it should have. All Rise fans are welcome, and all TMNT fans are welcome. Rise deserves to reach more fans, it deserves another season, and it does not need to knock down other TMNT series to do it. Show them your love and your need for more Rise, without making other TMNT fans feel unwelcome.

Share, spread the word, give it your best shot! A village can move MOUNTAINS! SO let’s do it.

So that in the near future…we can MAKE THIS JOKE!

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marybeatriceofmodena · 2 years ago

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What did Andrew Lloyd Webber do to make Patti Lupone upset? Sorry, saw your tags and i was curious

Oh.

Oh honey.

You sweet child.

Anyway, get ready for one of the most infamous showdowns in all musical theatre history, with the guy who writes the straightest musicals on Broadway (derogatory) and the one and only, the matriarch, the queen, two three-time Tony award winner Patti LuPone.

So, Andrew Lloyd Webber was basically kind of a boy genius in his prime - he met his future collaborator Tim Rice when they were 17 and 20 respectively, he wrote his first big hit, Jesus Christ Superstar, at 22, with Tim Rice writing the lyrics. And it was kind of a big deal at the time because the topic was controversial (you know, the Passion with rock music), but also because Broadway wasn't that far off from its golden age and let's just say the music and style were very different from, say, My Fair Lady. Or The Sound of Music. Or Funny Girl. It was basically the Rent/Hamilton of its time. (Yeah, Stephen Sondheim was around at that time, he worked on West Side Story which was revolutionary in of itself, but he's kind of an oddball in this case. You'll understand why later.)

Their real follow up (I'm not counting Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat for a variety of reasons) was a little musical called Evita, which you might know mainly because of a song called Don't Cry For Me Argentina. Or at least, your mom has probably heard it once at the very least. It's that song that's oversung from a musical while being out of context along with I Dreamed a Dream for Les Misérables. Or Memory from Cats.

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Evita tells the story of Eva Peron, the wife of an Argentinian dictator, who basically screws her way to the top and ends up becoming the mistress of Juan Peron and the most beloved woman in her country through guile and deceit. Yes, I know the historical accuracy is very much debated but I know jackshit about Argentina's history except the bare basics so don't come at me. It was first produced in the West End in London, with Elaine Paige in the role, but because of Equity issues, she couldn't reprise her role for the Broadway production. So a Julliard graduate who was mostly starring in David Mamet plays got the part instead, and that was Patti LuPone.

Patti... did not have a good time during Evita, because the part is basically the kind of score where you can tell the composer is used to writing male parts, but most female singers have a two-octave range (yes, you got Julie Andrews who used to have a three-octave range, and many others, but they're exceptions), so she struggled a lot. That being said, if you listen to live recordings of her, you wouldn't be able to tell, and it got a lot easier later on. But she had this to say:

"Evita was the worst experience of my life. I was screaming my way through a part that could only have been written by a man who hates women. And I had no support from the producers, who wanted a star performance onstage but treated me as an unknown backstage. It was like Beirut, and I fought like a banshee."

This is from Patti's autobiography, which she wrote in 2007 - 8 years after shit with ALW went down. With all that said, she won a Tony Award for Evita, and she pretty much became a musical theatre household name from then on. She played Fantine in Les Misérables, Nancy in Oliver!, Reno Sweeney in Anything Goes. Meanwhile, ALW's next big hits were Cats (I'm not even kidding, Cats was a hit), and, you guessed it, The Phantom of the Opera, which he wrote in part to showcase his then wife Sarah Brightman's triple threat talents.

So, you need to understand before I continue that ALW, from my perspective, has always had a bit of an inferiority complex. He's basically associated to writing these commercially successful musicals that show a big spectacle but aren't ultimately substantial. I'm not sure I entirely agree with that, but I do think that if he didn't have Hal Prince, Maria Bjornson, Charles Hart and Gillian Lynne backing him up for Phantom, it would have probably been a Rocky Horror Picture Show knockoff people would have forgotten about pretty quickly. This is what I mean:

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Yep, that was Phantom before any of the people I mentioned above (and Michael Crawford) were really involved.

Remember how I said Stephen Sondheim was an oddball? The thing with him is that his musicals weren't always commercially successful, but in general, in part thanks to being Leonard Bernstein's protégé, he was generally pretty well-respected and it was considered that his work was bringing musicals to a whole other level. Without Sondheim, you wouldn't have Jonathan Larson, and you wouldn't have Lin-Manuel Miranda. I am convinced ALW is resentful of that, and when you stop and think about it for more than 10 seconds, it's so obvious he REALLY wants to be Sondheim or at least command the same level of respect, but that's a story for another day.

So, after Phantom, ALW had other musicals that followed that either got a meh reception or outright flopped. Then there was Sunset Boulevard, which is based on the movie of the same name with Gloria Swanson. Despite all of her griefs for Evita, Patti LuPone agreed to partake in the musical as Norma Desmond, for its production in London, with the promise that she would transfer to Broadway once that production would open. And overall, after a string of flops, Sunset was actually doing pretty well.

HOWEVER. One day, while reading the gossip column of a newspaper, Patti found out that contrary to what she was promised, Glenn Close, who was meanwhile starring as Norma in the Los Angeles production, was to play Norma on Broadway. That was a complete surprise for her since no one on the production team had bothered to tell her it was happening - and keep in mind that for the news to come up the way it did in a gossip column, it probably would have necessitated a delay of a few weeks between the producers and the newspaper, which would have given them plenty of time to break the news to Patti. And Patti kind of needed the leg up because she was pretty bitter that a) Madonna was cast in the Evita adaptation instead of her; b) they actually lowered the key to fit Madonna's voice range, and she still had to expand her own to be able to sing the (lowered) score. And trust me, Patti is mad about it to this day.

So of course, she trashed her dressing room, the cast and crew weren't even mad about it because they were as shocked and angered as she was by the news. Patti sued Andrew Lloyd Webber for breach of contract, namely for 1 MILLION DOLLARS (yup, those are the real numbers), won, used the money she got from the lawsuit to get a swimming pool, which she called (and I SHIT YOU NOT) the Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool. Since then, Webber is dead to her, to the point rumor has it she had part of a building blocked during an event so she could get out of it without coming across Webber, because she hates him so flipping much she doesn't even want to be in the same building as the guy.

(There's also drama that happened with Faye Dunaway who was supposed to replace Glenn Close after she went from Los Angeles to Broadway, except they abruptly closed the show down after Close left, but that's a story for another day)

So with all the bad press, and with ALW forced to pay 1 million dollars for Patti's lawsuit, that led Sunset's productions to close earlier than expected. ALW has stayed around since, with... mitigated output, so to say. The lowest point for a lot of people is Love Never Dies, the sequel to Phantom, which some people love, and that's fine, but it didn't do well with either critics nor fans of the original show, which ALW is EXTREMELY BUTTHURT ABOUT. And like, there are so many stories I could tell about LND alone, but I will share my own crack theory about it, since it does relate to the ask.

Anyway, buckle up.

So. There have been jokes going around for years that the Phantom in LND is basically ALW's self-insert, where he displays to the world that he's totally not over Sarah Brightman leaving him (in part because making Phantom kinda ruined their marriage lmao), despite, you know, having married since. (Aaaaaakward.) So LND basically becomes this really uncomfortable therapy session where a man writes a self-insert musical about how his ex-wife made a big mistake of leaving a sensitive artistic soul such as himself. The characters from Phantom who appear in LND are all more or less unrecognizable as a result, and one who gets it worse (in my humble opinion) is Meg Giry, who was basically Christine's sweet and loyal ballerina friend who basically went into the Phantom's lair on her own to save her friend despite the danger. In LND, she's basically a bitter hag (because ALW hates women, guess Patti was right about that), who really likes the swim and even has a stripping vaudeville number about it, written in universe by the Phantom, no less.

For comparison, here's Don Juan Triumphant (the Phantom's opera in the original):

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And here's Bathing Beauty (the vaudeville number):

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Yeah, so... do you see why people hate LND already?

And that's not the only thing with Meg! She's also pining for the Phantom to pay attention to her and threatens to drown the Phantom and Christine's secret love child when he makes it clear that he's gonna love Christine for EVA AND EVA.

So, with everything we learned today about ALW, would someone like him view someone like Patti LuPone as some sort of crazy, bitter diva who's obsessed with him for whatever reason? Absolutely. Would he be petty enough to insert Patti LuPone into his self-insert musical, which gave us the version of Meg Giry we got in LND? Of course. Why does Meg love to swim so much and why does she drag Gustave out ostensibly for a swim? Is it a dig at Patti's Andrew Lloyd Webber Memorial Pool? Maybe.

I kind of hope we find out one day if that theory is true. And maybe start a kickstarter so Patti can add this painting from the 2004 movie in her collection.

Fun fact: during the process of casting for the 2004 movie adaptation of POTO, ALW allegedly suggested Patti LuPone to play Carlotta... only for Joel Schumacher to have to awkwardly remind him that they were not on speaking terms. The idea was therefore promptly dropped.

#YOU'RE WELCOME ANON #anon asks #Andrew Lloyd Webber #Patti LuPone #evita #sunset boulevard #phantom of the opera #love never dies

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singukieee · 7 months ago

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—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ curator's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

#san recs #hybrid bts #bts poly #bts x reader #fics recs #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #bts fic

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thatfandomslut · 10 months ago

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Take Me, I'm Yours

Regina George x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, 18+. Fingering (Reader receiving), oral (Regina receiving), use of strap (Reader receiving), nipple play (Regina receiving) power bottom Regina George, passive top Reader, car sex, rough sex.

Request:

Pleasssseemore of Regina George/rene smut

Synopsis:

College!AU where the Reader is in Theatre and she plays Juliet in Romeo and Juliet. Also, Reader is an English major who very playfully and casually quotes dirty things in Shakespeare play and sonnets. Which Regina secretly loves.

Mean Girls requests are open.

Even though Regina was (Y/n)'s girlfriend, Cady and Janis found it surprising when she found herself a seat beside them to watch the school production of 'Romeo and Juliet.' (Y/n) was going to play the lead, Juliet, while her friend, Marco, was to be Romeo. If this was high school, Regina would have refused to show her face at a function such as this, but this was college. Plus, Regina was excited to see (Y/n) perform. She knew just how much (Y/n) loved the work of Shakespeare. She loved it to the point that she would bring it into any conversation they were having if possible.

As the theatre grew dark the curtains lifted revealing a narrator, speaking about fair Verona. Regina leaned close to Cady, who was sitting beside her. "When does Juliet come in?" She questioned softly, trying to keep her voice a whisper. She really wished she could fast-forward all of the parts that (Y/n) wasn't in. She began to wonder if that was rude of her, but she stayed in place, waiting for an answer. After all, she came for one reason, and one reason only, to see the star of this show: her girlfriend.

Cady glanced over at Janis before leaning towards Regina in order to respond. "She's going to enter with her nurse. It'll be a little while. Just sit back and enjoy." Cady told her, gaining a slight side-eye. Still, Regina listened, leaning back in her seat as she tried to understand what they were saying on stage. They were using the old English version. There were a few words and phrases she was catching onto due to (Y/n), and her infinity of saying little Shakespearean phrases whenever she was excited or whenever she wanted to have sex (which was a bit off-putting at first, but Regina found it cute).

"Nurse, where is my daughter? Call her forth to me." Regina sat up slightly, hoping that this would be the scene that was finally revealed (Y/n). She was able to identify the fact that the woman speaking was a Capulet due to her red dress. (Y/n) had explained one night that Capulets wore red while Montagues wore blue. This was so the audience could tell who was who on stage. Right now, Regina just felt incredibly intelligent for knowing this fact and it made her smirk to herself slightly as she awaited (Y/n) to eventually show up.

Just as Cady said, it was the nurse who appeared first, looking frantic. "Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come.—What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid. Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!" She called out, and Regina felt herself grow in excitement. Anytime she attended any of (Y/n)'s performances, she felt like she could barely sit in her seat when she had the feeling (Y/n) was about to appear on stage. She just loved seeing (Y/n) shine, and it was clear that the stage was where (Y/n) belonged. Regina would move to New York so (Y/n) could star on Broadway if (Y/n) asked.

Regina burst into a proud grin as (Y/n) entered the stage, her hair curled as she looked at her nurse. "How now, who calls?" It was her opening line, and now that play that was boring Regina had her hooked. One could argue that it was because (Y/n) was Regina's girlfriend that Regina had a newfound interest in the play, and Regina could not argue against that. She wouldn't dare to. Not when (Y/n) looked so beautiful on the stage. Cady and Janis looked over at Regina, who was now leaning forward, clearly interested. The action made Janis shake her head with a grin as she found Cady's hand and took hold of it.

After the play, Regina left briefly to retrieve the bouquet of roses she had bought from her car. As (Y/n) departed from the back, now wearing leggings and a sweatshirt with their college's name embroidered on the front, she ran into Regina's arms. "Hey, baby," Regina greeted as her arms wrapped around (Y/n). She was careful to not crush the flowers as she pulled away to kiss (Y/n). This action was quickly reciprocated. "You did so good up there. I got these roses for you." Regina said, passing the bouquet over to (Y/n) who lit up over the fact Regina brought her flowers.

"I'm glad you thought so. I was so nervous you wouldn't enjoy the performance. Normally, the school does more of the modern plays, but I suggested a classic. I wanted Hamlet, but this one is just as exciting. And! Thank you for the flowers." (Y/n) felt her cheeks turn red as she rambled on, Regina leading her to the car to drive them back to their apartment. "I'm sorry for rambling, I'm just really excited you enjoyed it."

Regina opened the door for her, kissing her cheek softly. "Don't apologize for rambling, my love. It's cute. And, how could I not enjoy it when you did so fucking fantastic tonight. You're born for the stage." Regina complimented as (Y/n) settled in her seat. She closed the door before heading to the driver's seat. Despite being the obvious bottom, little spoon between the two, she is not the passenger princess. She just enjoyed driving and having a sense of control over what she was doing. Even as a bottom, she commanded (Y/n) what she wanted and how she wanted everything done.

"Can I share something about another Shakespeare play, or are you all Shakespeared out?" She questioned curiously, looking over at Regina, who shook her head in a way to allow (Y/n) to continue. In response, (Y/n) straightened herself up as she cleared her throat. The action caused Regina to eye her suspiciously knowing some kind of dirty quote might come out of her sweet and almost innocent (if it wasn't for the Shakespeare filth quotes) girlfriend. "In Hamlet, when Ophelia says to him, 'You are keen, my lord, you are keen.' She meant that he was, well, horny. In response, he says, 'It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.' Regina, I am keen."

A giant smirk twisted the edge of Regina's lips on her usual 'serious driving' face. Looking over for a brief moment, she had to bite down on the ever-growing upturning of her lips. "After seeing you on stage, I am 'keen,' too." She responded, causing (Y/n) to look over with a grin. "Isn't this the part where you say your Hamlet quote to me?" Regina teased as parked in her parking spot, her teeth still tugging at her bottom lip, wishing that it was (Y/n)'s bottom lip they were tugging on instead.

(Y/n) leaned back into her spot, unbuckling so she could turn to Regina more comfortably. "You're right, how rude of me not to respond properly. Regina, 'it would cost you a groaning to take off my edge.'" She said softly before moving the roses to the backseat carefully. Once she faced Regina, and the blonde had unbuckled, Regina's hands were slipped into (Y/n)'s leggings while (Y/n)'s hands were pushed up into Regina's shirt. They've both been here before, ravaging each other in their car as if they couldn't get caught.

Regina was quick in her actions to rub (Y/n)'s clit, wishing the girl was riding her face so she couldn't only feel how wet she was for her, but there was a chance she could taste it, too. However, the moan that had escaped (Y/n)'s lips made her forget her wish as she began to allow two fingers to slip in between the lips of (Y/n)'s pussy, teasing her momentarily. "Please, princess," (Y/n) whined pitifully, and Regina slipped her fingers in at the request. Anything for her future favorite Broadway star, right? The glass slowly began to fog as (Y/n) moaned in pleasure as she successfully unclasped Regina's bra from under her shirt, making Regina's nipples more accessible to her fingers. As (Y/n) cried out in pleasure because of Regina's fingers, Regina herself began to moan as (Y/n)'s fingers pinched and played with her hardened nipples.

It wasn't long before (Y/n) felt herself grow closer to her orgasm. "Regina, please, I'm so close." (Y/n) whimpered as her lips found Regina's the car windows around them were officially fogged. Normally, Regina would make her beg for her orgasm. But tonight was (Y/n)'s night, so anything she wanted, she was going to get. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina allowed her to cum on her fingers, the girl arching her back, her legs shaking slightly. A string of curses fell from her lips, but Regina could only focus on how pretty the girl's lips were.

Regina helped (Y/n) ride out her high before removing her fingers and sucking them clean. "Let's go inside, baby. I'll get you all cleaned up and we can watch a movie." Regina said softly as (Y/n)'s breathing became more leveled. She fixed her bra by just removing it from under her shirt, not caring if anyone saw her carry it into her house. Leaning over, she pressed a soft kiss to (Y/n)'s forehead, grabbing the roses from the backseat.

"Or, when we get inside, I can undress you, and eat you out." (Y/n) said, her words unusually bold, her voice still scratchy from her moans. Her chest was still heaving despite her catching her breath, but presumably because she was nervous and starting to breathe quicker once more. She expected Regina to say no because they typically did it in Regina's way. Which (Y/n) usually loved. She still wanted Regina to have control, but for a moment, she wanted to be the bold one. "I need to taste you, princess."

Her words caused a shiver to spread down Regina's spine as she glanced back with a smirk. "Okay, baby, let's do it then. Take me to the bedroom, and eat me out until I can't take it anymore." Regina leaned in, pressing a hungry kiss to (Y/n)'s lips before they pulled away, practically rising to their apartment. Their clothes were scattered on the apartment floor, but the roses were put neatly on the counter. As Regina fell backward onto the bed, she looked up with a smirk. "Take me, I'm yours." She whispered as (Y/n) kissed her deeply. The kiss was messy and their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought for dominance before (Y/n) pulled away.

(Y/n) left wet, bruising kisses down Regina's body, just the way the blonde liked it as she reached Regina's pussy. It wasn't long before (Y/n)'s tongue swirled along Regina's clit as she began to suck. Regina's back arched instinctively as she moaned loudly. When (Y/n) moved to begin eating Regina out as if she was her last meal, her finger took her tongue's place on her clit. "Fuck, baby, just like that." Regina's hands cupped her breasts, needing to do something with her hands as (Y/n)'s tongue swirled in her. Regina felt her heartbeat thrumming in her chest as (Y/n) made her forget her own name for a moment.

As Regina found herself growing closer, her legs began to shake as her moans came out more frequently. Her back arched more as she subconsciously began to grind on (Y/n)'s tongue. She loved the feeling of (Y/n)'s tongue and she knew soon their tastes would mingle when they kissed. "I'm so close, baby," she cried out to (Y/n), her hips stuttering, as she tried to hold herself back, wanting (Y/n) to tell her when to cum. It was the only time Regina relented control. It was something they both liked, holding each other's orgasms captive as they completely took away their ability to think straight.

"Cum for me, princess," (Y/n) instructed. Regina did so, crying out (Y/n)'s name. They forget if they have neighbors or not, but they don't care either. Regina's hips bucked as (Y/n)'s nose briefly hit her sensitive clit as she cleaned up all of Regina. Regina rode out her high on (Y/n)'s tongue, her eyes rolling back as she swore she could see stars. As (Y/n) finished, she kissed Regina deeply. Quickly, Regina reciprocated, mingling the taste of each other and moaning at their perfect concoction.

(Y/n) went to pull away in order to run their usual aftercare bath and to get Regina water, but the blonde stopped her. "No, I'm not done with you. If it's okay with you, I bought something you've been wanting to try." Regina was still shaky but stable enough to retrieve the strap from her nightstand. (Y/n) looked at Regina in shock as she grinned slowly. "I want you to ride me," Regina said, her voice echoing in (Y/n)'s mind.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly before she licked her drying lips. "I want to ride you, too." With the consent given, Regina began putting the harness on before inviting (Y/n) to climb on. (Y/n) grew even more wet as she did so before sliding on. The contact made pushed the harness down into Regina's sensitive clit, causing her to force herself not to buck her hips. (Y/n) moaned loudly as Regina's strap filled her up. "Oh, fuck," she cursed loudly, biting her lip. "Tell me when I can start." Her voice was shaky as she tried to wait, finding it hard as pleasure filled her up.

"You can start, baby," Regina told her before watching in amazement as her girlfriend bounced on the strap, her boobs bouncing with her. She couldn't help but moan, too at the perfect contact it made with her. (Y/n) cried for Regina, feeling like she was on Cloud 9. She was almost ashamed to say that her orgasm was coming much too quickly for her liking. But she continued to ride.

"I'm close, Regina. I'm already so fucking close." (Y/n) felt her body shake and her back arch as she grew closer to the orgasm she desperately tried to hold back. Regina moaned at her words, trying to think straight for a response. Instead, she mustered up a 'not yet' causing (Y/n) to cry out. Regina was desperate to cum with her as the two grew close. Their moans mingled in the air as (Y/n) took all of the length in proudly. She was beginning to wonder if she could resist this orgasm as her eyes screwed closed and her head fell back. Sweat beaded on her forehead before she finally heard Regina say it.

"Cum, baby. I'm cumming with you," Regina told her as she released with (Y/n). Their lips fell together, causing them to swell. (Y/n) stayed for a long moment on the strap as she shook in pleasure, bouncing every now and again to ride out her high. The action caused them both to moan every time. As (Y/n) removed herself, her chest still heaved. Regina kissed her softly before cleaning the strap and putting it away. "You wait here, baby. I'm going to get our bath ready and get us water."

(Y/n) couldn't refuse, her legs wouldn't allow her to walk anyways. Instead, she lay there, attempting to catch her breath as the sound of running water hit her ears and Regina grabbed her a water bottle. "You were amazing," (Y/n) complimented softly, her words barely coming out, her thoughts still trying to become coherent. Regina smiled over at her as they began to drink their water. "I wasn't expecting the strap, but I will say I am very grateful for it. I also liked that it was the one we picked out together." She said, activating one of their aftercare routines: talking about their time. It was important to communicate their feelings about sex.

Regina smiled over at her with a twinkle in her eyes. "I wanted to get it for you since it was opening night and you had been working so hard. I'm so proud of you, my star. And, I liked it, too." Regina pressed a kiss to (Y/n)'s cheek. "Now, let's go get in that bath before it overflows," Regina said with a teasing smile. She helped (Y/n) to the bath where they soaked their bathtub wine in a bath full of bubbles. It was the perfect end to a perfect day for the both of them.

#regina george x reader #regina george #regina george smut #mean girls x reader #mean girls

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paradiseismine · 3 months ago

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Instant Chemistry (part 1) - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x actress!reader

Warnings: none yet, but of course, this fic will be packed with smut in its future chapters.

Summary: reader is an actress and her agent has a surprise for her - a hot scene in an indie film with one of her favorite actors, Finn Wolfhard.

Format: This is NOT a one shot like the ones I usually post, it’ll likely be a 4 part story (maybe longer).

Love note from Nina: I had a dream about Finnie recently and decided to write it down into a fic. Hope you like it 🫰🏻

Everyone in the industry plays an archetype: that was a given. Some actresses were the goody two shoes, some were femme fatales, some were girls next door. And as crazy as that might sound, you were growing into a femme fatale. That meant that showing some skin and partaking in more sensual roles was bound to happen - and it’s not like it bothered you.

Leo, your agent, had gotten you pretty far for a 22 year old with your background: you had gone from model, to extra in some bigger productions, to main star in a few indie films. You had started acting classes a couple years ago, and was trying really hard to become an actual actress, and make a living solely out of your acting.

One day, you made Leo a huge favor by preventing his future husband of figuring out Leo’s proposal before it actually happened, as it was meant to be a surprise. “I owe you one” he had texted you later that evening, “and I’ll make it count when I pay you back”.

Several weeks had gone by and a project you were once dying to get your hands on was finally going strong. You had gotten home after a long week of shooting your new indie film - a complex and delicate story about a young marginalized prostitute whose dream was to have a romantic relationship and live a normal life. It had some intense sex scenes, but lots of dramatic charge that would surely put your name on the spotlight. With your body exhausted but with your heart smiling, you fell asleep in your new apartment in L.A.

“Morning, rising star” you woke up to Leo texting you, your phone buzzing with his messages. “Remember that one I owe you? Just paid it”.

“lol what did you do?” you responded, the tips of your fingers rushing through the keyboard on your phone screen, curious. Leo was always full of surprises, and you loved that about him.

“You’d told me your fav tv show was stranger things, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I think I just got one of the ST kids to be with you on a spicy scene next week hehehe” he texted, and your mouth went completely agape. “You’re welcome in advance, darling” he added, his jokingly cocky tone nearly audible.

“omg who????”

And… he didn’t text you back.

Your head was cooking for the entire weekend, trying to figure out which ST actor Leo had convinced to partake in the movie. He had said “ST KIDS”, so it was one of the core four, for sure. You crossed them out in your head after some extensive online research: Noah Schnapp is gay, so he probably wouldn’t be comfortable with such intense sex scenes with a woman… Ok, he’s not it. Gaten Matarazzo is probably busy with some Broadway play, he always is. Not him as well.

Finn Wolfhard is always juggling twenty different gigs at the same time. You wanted him the most, but it was very unlikely he’d take the role. So, Caleb McLaughlin was your best chance. He was surely a darling to work with, you’d heard, so you were still excited to meet him, of course.

As you entered the set on Monday morning, your mind was hung up on the idea that Caleb was your special guest. You’d rehearsed in your head how you’d introduce yourself to him, the things you’d say, everything.

Your brain turned into complete putty once you spotted FINN WOLFHARD sitting on a foldable chair, holding a stack of paper, eyes roaming through the script. Fuck. It was him.

You’d get to kiss him, to rub your body all over him. Not for a minute. Not for an hour. But for a whole day. Heck, maybe even two days. And you’d still get PAID for it. It seemed nearly illegal that a job would do that.

You approached him slowly, trying to gather words into your mouth to simply greet him. Soon, he raised his eyes from the script and spotted you.

- Hi - he smiled sweetly. - You must be y/n, right? I’m Finn, nice to meet you.

He shook your hand politely, and you tried your best to give him a firm handshake (Leo always says that a good handshake is important in a Hollywood career), preventing your fangirl reaction from shining through.

- Oh, hi - you smiled back at him, still trying to seem normal and unimpressed. - That’s me. Should we get to the chemistry read? I’m so excited for this project, you have no idea.

- Me too! I loved the script so much, this is just great - he flipped through the pages, his teeth showing through a cute shy smile.

- Quite a departure from fighting inter dimensional monsters, isn’t it? - you joked.

- Definitely - he laughed, standing up to follow you towards the chemistry reading table.

Once everyone was sat down and settled, the reading began. Finn would be one of your character’s clients, and was only supposed to be in a scene or two, in a cameo appearance type of thing. But at the end of the reading, that seemed likely to change.

The chemistry between the two of you was electric, the director had said. The whole crew was amazed at how naturally you seemed attracted to each other just through your words, how easily the scenes would develop. From a small role, Finn was now asked to play your character’s main love interest.

He called his agent on the spot and pushed back a few band gigs on his schedule and said yes to being half naked with you for a few more days. I mean, the project itself was an indie film, so it wasn’t even good money. His main reason to take the part must’ve been you.

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barblaz-arts · 5 days ago

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First things first, I love your art!!

I was wandering through tumblr to see if there's any great chaggie fanart, but here it is! ❤️

I really love how healthy and supportive their relationship is, and I hope we get to have more chaggie screen time in Season 2(waiting for the "get it" moment lol)

What kind of Chaggie moment do you hope yo see in season 2??

I hope you'll get to post more chaggie art in future! Love your art, keep up the great work!! ✨️

Also, love from Korea~

Thanks!

Oh man, there's a lot I wanna see

- a chaggie duet that isn't a reprise. More than Anything was a good place to start, but it was wayyy too short. One of the things I love about Hazbin is that we get to have canon gay duets sung by talented broadway stars. The only musical wlw duet I know of is "Take or Leave Me" which is so so good, but it's a break up song. Steven Universe only has the one song with Rupphire, but Im not a big big fan of it, especially since Ruby's VA isnt really a singer(which is fine!). I want more gay duets that are declarations/affirmations of love and I'm sure chaggie will deliver.

-I also want Charlie to get to have a turn at singing about Vaggie like Vaggie did. I mean, we're for sure getting that bcuz of the "sexy pop song" but I also want Charlie to sing a ballad about Vaggie. If the teaser that we saw where the voice actors for Charlie and Baxter(?) sing some modified lyrics of Carnilla and Vaggie's "Whatever It Takes" means they're going to reprise it, then I really really hope that's the case. If this is just them having fun, im gonna be so disappointed lmao

While I still stand by my many previous statements that claims of Charlie and Vaggie lacking the display necessary to be considered a couple is ridiculous, a flaw I did notice is the fact that we dont get to see Charlie show how much she loves Vaggie all that much, which I think isn't the writers' oversight and more of a deliberate obstacle that they'd be facing in the upcoming seasons. I get it! Charlie's got a lot of shit going on, but she needs to be able to balance her work and relationships if she doesn't want to lose either her dream or her girl or both! Like, you know that trope where the workaholic gets so absorbed in their work that they end up unintentionally neglecting their lover, and when they do realize that they've fucked up, they do their best to make up for it in any way they can? I want that. I want Charlie's turn to apologize to Vaggie for fucking something up.

And idk how likely this is, but I think a really good opportunity to do that is to have Velvette come in and make Charlie jealous. If you didn't see my previous posts about it, I just noticed that the Vees all have these twisted love for a Hazbin close to Charlie that they also sorta parallel. Vox has an obsessive hate boner for Alastor, and they're both demons related to entertainment media. Valentino is Angel's abusive situationship, and they're both big names in the porn industry. All we have left is Velvette, who is the "backbone" of the Vees and seems to be the brains of the team, and the closest equivalent to that is Vaggie who is the manager of the Hotel and Keeper of their Braincell. Plus if Vaggie having died in the 2010s and Charlie being 200+ yrs old is still canon, Velvette can gloat about the fact that she's around Vaggie's age and is younger and fresher than granny Morningstar. You cant tell me that isn't something she'd do, since that was like the thing she kept throwing in the other Overlords' faces.

- Charlie hasnt turned demon mode for Vaggie yet, and I really want that. I dont just want what we got in the final episode where Charlie's glaring at Lute while she's holding Vaggie. Yeah ok that was pretty great but I want more! I want hellfire! I want claws! I want the feral, scrappy Charlie from the pilot pretty please!

- I want Vaggie and Lucifer bonding over Charlie. I dont think Lucifer and Charlie's relationship is completely "fixed" after the one duet they had, and I'm really hoping Vaggie gets to have a part in mending their relationship by having her interact with Lucifer. I also really want the narrative to explicitly acknowledge all the parallels Lucilith have with Chaggie

- I promise this isn't just the horny speaking, but I really hope Erika saying that "Charlie and Vaggie can get it, and we might see them do so" really means we're getting an explicit Chaggie sex scene. Hear me out! So far in season 1, the only explicitly r-rated scene we have is the fucked up one with Valentino and Angel. It would be really great if the next r-rated scene is one that is done out of love, and what better way to do it than with the protags in a canon relationship? It would show that sex isn't inherently a bad thing, and that Charlie clearly doesnt believe that either

- i really want more flashbacks about Charlie and Vaggie before they got together. I wanna see Charlie when she still hopelessly crushed on the stranger she saved in the streets. I wanna see how Vaggie reacted to the fact that she's an angel falling in love with Hell's princess. At the very least, they really should consider publishing comics that could add to the lore that the budgeted run time cant cover.

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mononijikayu · 1 month ago

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chapter (6) — white christmas.

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au!

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, actors/singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

WORD COUNT: 5k words.

NOTE: i wrote too much stuff and now i have to deal with having to format them the way i want,,,,honestly i like making it look nice that i end up staring at it and asking, is this enough??? is this pretty enough??? anyway, i hope you love it anyway!!! i love you all!!! 🫶

TAGLIST: @kunasthiast, @midnight-138, @v3nd3ttal3on, @r0ckst4rjk, @theshxaverse, @cheescakebroom, @kariatenoh, @ggukfikz, @sukunadckrider ;

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IT WAS THE MOMENT YOU WAITED FOR. Everything about this moment was nothing short of surreal. New York was alive that evening, with golden streetlights reflecting off icy cobblestones and the soft glow of shop windows illuminating bustling passersby.

That was when he arrived. Ryomen Sukuna, effortlessly imposing and enigmatic, stepping into the theater with his usual air of otherworldly power.

His presence was magnetic, and it only took moments before cell phones came out, capturing the sight of the infamous veteran actor as he entered the venue.

You’d already felt your heart flutter when you spotted him backstage earlier that week. He had promised you that he would see your first show on Broadway a while back, since you told him how excited you were about this role. It's why you auditioned.

He was much busier than you this time around. And that concerned you, because you didn't want him to overwhem himself. After all, he was your senpai, a star beloved by the masses. That's why he was so sought after. That's why he was booked day after day.

He still has shows to rehearse for, since he'll be performing for the Christmas special back in Japan and then after that, the New Year countdown live show. And then after that, he was going to start filming for his new limited TV show.

But he kept reassuring you that he'll come over and see your opening night. One way or another, he will show up. That's what he said. And so, it immediately relieved your nerves when your co-star and fellow lead rushed to you at the make up chair.

"Sukuna's here." He grinned at you, fixing his hair.

You looked at him, eyes widened. "Are you sure? You......you saw him?"

"Yeah! He's just about to get into his audience box!"

You looked away from him, feeling your cheeks flustered.

You have to do your best more than ever now.

Ryomen Sukuna had come to see your play— for the play debut you had worked tirelessly to bring to life. And that made you happy. You were happy to give him a good story, a good play.

The weeks leading up to this night had been a whirlwind of rehearsals, final script revisions, costume fittings, and late nights spent memorizing lines and perfecting every movement.

There had barely been a moment to breathe as you pushed yourself through every obstacle in preparation for your debut on Broadway. Every night, without fail, you found yourself texting him about it.

The stress, the excitement, the fear of not being enough—it all spilled out in small, quick messages. He never left you on read, not one single time. Every single night, without fail, he’d reply.

Sometimes it was just a simple word, an encouragement, or a reminder that you were more than capable. But by the end of every night, his voice would come through the phone, calm and steady, grounding you like nothing else could.

His calls became a kind of ritual. You could feel his presence even through the static, even through the miles that separated you. His voice was always soft, always tender, and when he spoke, you could feel the weight of his words settling into your chest like a promise.

“You’ll do great,” he told you on one of those nights, his voice smooth and low, a soothing balm to your restless thoughts. “Don’t worry, they’ll end up loving it.”

You let his words linger for a moment, the warmth in his voice washing away the tension in your shoulders.

“Will you love it?” you asked, your voice so small, so uncertain, that it felt vulnerable even as you spoke.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. His laugh came then—low, soft, and effortlessly sweet. You could hear the smile in his voice, even through the distance.

“Doll, I love everything you put your heart in.” he said, his words wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “I don’t think I’ll end up with any other outcome.”

You huffed, a mixture of frustration and shyness. “Ugh, you’re only saying that because you’ve become biased about me, darling.”

Another chuckle from him. It sent a wave of ease through you, despite your nerves. “Who cares about that, doll? I know you got the talent for me to even be biased about it in the first place.”

His words hit you harder than you thought they would. There was no judgment, no expectation, just faith. Faith in you, in your work, in your effort. The confidence in his voice made you feel a little stronger, a little braver, like maybe you could pull this off.

It felt so simple, yet so profound.

You stayed on the line for a few minutes, the two of you talking about everything and nothing at all. His laughter, his voice, and his words swam in your mind as you lay in bed.

And just like that, you had his faith, his belief, his warmth. You knew that no matter how this night unfolded, you’d remember his words.

Because that’s how he always made you feel—seen, supported, and capable. And as you prepared for tonight, you knew you could trust him. His voice stayed with you, that tender reassurance playing on repeat:

You’ll do great. You always will.

You had imagined every possibility for your opening night: the applause, the critics, the satisfaction of stepping into the spotlight after years of dedication. But nothing could have prepared you for him. Nothing prepares you when it comes to Ryomen Sukuna.

When you spotted his figure standing in the theater lobby just before the show, you felt an electric jolt run through you. Ryomen Sukuna sat there with his sharp features, his crimson eyes gleaming under the soft theater lights.

His presence was as commanding as expected, but there was something about the way he stood, observing, that sent an unfamiliar, inexplicable thrill through you.

You could only guess at his expectations. Had he come to witness the performance with a critical eye? Or was it curiosity that brought him here? Perhaps both. His expression was unreadable, and that only made your curiosity deepen.

He wasn’t just here for the play, you were sure of that. There was something in his gaze, something unspoken, that lingered in the air between the two of you. The moment your eyes met, a wave of something intangible passed through you.

It was too fleeting to name, but powerful all the same. It was a kind of tension that wasn’t rooted in animosity or fear, but in unspoken understanding, something far more subtle and layered.

When you had met him for the first time, you’d thought you could predict his actions, analyze him as easily as anyone else. But standing there, mere steps from him, you found that he eluded even your sharpest instincts.

His presence wasn’t merely intimidating or menacing; it was magnetic, and the pull was unexpected. He took your breath away. He was just....he was too much. He was an enigma you that overwhelmed you like the echo of heavy waves in the seas.

You’d tried to brush it off as nerves, but it lingered: the sharp way he looked at you, the casual smirk he gave as he adjusted the sleeve of his jacket, the way his crimson eyes seemed to pierce through you without effort.

Every interaction felt layered with weight—too much history, too many unspoken questions. That was just what it was between the two of you. Too much knowledge and too much left unknown.

You wondered if he could sense your hesitancy, your curiosity, the way your mind struggled to put him into a box that simply didn’t fit. But what was it? You weren’t sure.

Sukuna watched the play with unwavering focus, his crimson eyes sharp and piercing as they followed every movement, every word, every moment of your performance.

His gaze was intense, never wavering, and it felt like an invisible thread connecting him to you. Each time you caught his eyes from across the stage, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, sending goosebumps across your skin.

The way his gaze seemed to follow you, darting from every movement to every line, made your heart twist in your chest. You could feel it—his attention, deliberate and unyielding.

It was like an unspoken connection only the two of you shared. And every time you noticed, that cold, tingling feeling ran down your spine, sending a shiver you couldn’t control.

By the time the final scene closed and the applause roared through the theater, you found yourself trying to shake off the lingering sensation of his scarlet gaze.

You stepped off the stage, your heart pounding as you navigated through the backstage chaos. It was surreal—the lights, the cheers, the voices, and yet, there was only one thing on your mind: him.

You headed toward your dressing room, the sound of footsteps behind you pulling you from your thoughts. And there he was—waiting for you, casually leaning against the wall just a few steps from your door.

His tall frame was a commanding presence in the dim light, his crimson eyes glinting faintly as they met yours. A grin tugged at his lips as soon as he saw you. His smirk was sharp, confident, and unmistakably him.

“You did well, doll.” he said smoothly, his voice low and warm, cutting through the noise of your swirling thoughts.

Your chest tightened at the sound of his words. There was no teasing, no hidden edge in his tone. Just pure acknowledgment. You felt the weight of his gaze as he looked at you, and all the tension you didn’t even realize you were holding melted away.

“Thank you, darling.” you managed to say, your voice softer than you intended. Your hands clutched at your coat nervously as you tried to steady your breath. "Happy that you could make it."

"You know I would have always come." He snickers at you.

You sighed. "I know, I know but with you schedule—"

"Heh, like that would have prevented me from coming here, doll."

"Yeah, yeah. You've proven yourself." You roll your eyes playfully, a smile playing at your lips.

His grin widened, a flicker of pride and satisfaction in his expression. He walks over to you and stands in front of you, his height overtaking you with the air of his existence occupying your space.

“You’ve got the kind of presence that can steal a crowd, doll.” he added, taking a step closer. “I knew you’d pull through, but… now I’m glad to see you proved it for yourself.”

His words lingered, and you could feel his warmth beside you, so close and steady. His presence felt grounding, familiar. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, a genuine one this time.

“Thank you, really.” you said again, your voice a little stronger, a little lighter.

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t say much else as he stood there, but you didn’t mind. His grin, his words, and his quiet presence said everything you needed to hear.

The way he looked at you, completely assured, confident, and proud— it had made you feel like maybe you could do this again, every night, without hesitation.

He pushed himself off the wall, taking a step back as you unlocked the door to your dressing room, his grin still lingering on his lips.

“Rest for a bit, doll.” he said, his voice one last whisper as you stepped inside. "I'll pick you up in a bit, so I could treat you to dinner."

"Hm, okay." You say bashfully in reply.

He smiles at you, patting your head. You protest, but he didn't care about that. With that, he turns around and soon was gone, leaving you standing in the soft glow of your dressing room lights. You took a deep breath, replaying his words in your mind.

You did well, doll.

It felt like more than just a compliment. It felt like trust, belief, and connection. And as you settled into your post-performance routine, you let his words settle into your bones.

➽──────────❥

YOU HAD GOTTEN OUT A FEW MINUTES LATER. He waited for you discreetly, just by his rental car. The beautifully sleek black vehicle glistened under the glow of the nearby streetlights as he leaned casually against it.

His hands buried in his coat pockets, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He looked effortlessly composed, a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions still tugging at you from the night’s performance.

When you and your co-star approached out the back doors, Ryomen Sukuna had come towards you and offered a simple, smooth smile, his presence as striking as ever.

“You did well out there.” he said, his voice low but clear. His words carried an air of finality, confidence, and understanding.

Your co-star nodded in agreement, smiling warmly. “You really did. Congratulations.”

You exchanged farewells with your co-star, who headed off toward the direction of the subway, leaving only you and Sukuna in the quiet of the night.

His gaze flicked toward you as you approached the car, his smirk growing a little wider as he followed you. You waited before he opened the door. You climbed into the passenger seat as he closed the door behind you. He soon followed soon after you.

The sound of the engine hummed to life as he pressed the key into the slot. You carefully buckled your seatbelt, the vibration of the car giving you an unexpected sense of comfort. Sukuna’s voice broke the stillness, smooth and casual, as he glanced at you briefly.

“What does our new rising Broadway star want for dinner?” he asked, his tone playful as he shifted the gear into drive.

You raised a sly brow at him, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Is the famed veteran star of Japan willing to pay for it, no matter how expensive?”

He let out a sharp, amused snicker, his confidence as steady as his grip on the wheel. “Doll, my black card demands that. Especially for you.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his confidence, the sound light and warm as it filled the cabin of the car. His smirk grew as he caught your reaction, and you knew he enjoyed your teasing just as much as you enjoyed his effortless charm.

“Alright, alright.” you said, leaning back against your seat. “Let’s go for steak, darling.”

His grin widened as he glanced at you once more, his voice dropping into a playful purr. “Good choice, doll. I know the perfect spot.”

With that, the car sped off into the soft glow of the New York streets, the hum of the engine and the city lights weaving into the rhythm of the marvelous echo of the evening.

The two of you, alone together, felt oddly peaceful amidst the excitement of the night. And as you settled into the smooth, quiet ride, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something thrilling.

The city passed by in streaks of light as the car glided over the smooth pavement. The glow of streetlights, the headlights of other cars, and the occasional silhouette of a passerby added to the rhythm of the city.

The air outside was crisp and cool, but inside the car, there was only the low hum of the engine and the sound of Ryomen Sukuna’s steady voice as he drove with expert ease.

You found yourself stealing glances at him as he focused on the winding New York road. He was a very beautiful man. You've always known that. But whenever he was this close, it makes you feel things.

Everything from his bright scarlet eyes, strong jaw, his sharp features, they were just beyond perfect. Even more so as they were illuminated by the glow of the city lights and the car's dashboard.

His confidence was palpable, as always, but there was something about the way he handled himself so effortlessly that made you feel both calm and entirely at ease.

“You know, darling.” you started, breaking the comfortable silence, “You never really told me why you decided to come tonight.”

His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel as he glanced at you briefly. His crimson eyes, glowing faintly, seemed thoughtful as he answered smoothly.

“I told you, doll. You did well. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I promised you, didn't I?"

You gave him a pointed look, smirking. “That’s all?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as if amused by your insistence. “Alright, fine. I’ll admit it, doll.” he said, glancing at you again with a teasing grin. “I wanted to see you.”

Your heart stumbled a little at his admission, and you felt your cheeks flush as you tried to act nonchalant. You looked away, trying to avoid having him see you this red. But you knew from the side, he was slyly snickering off the side.

“See me?” you asked, your voice coming out a bit higher than you intended.

“Yeah.” he said with a shrug, his grin sharp but warm. “You’ve got talent, doll. You’ve got heart. And you’ve got a fire about you that draws attention. I’ve been watching from the sidelines, and I wanted to be here to see how far you could push that. You’re even better than I thought.”

You stared at him, unsure whether you should feel overwhelmed, flattered, or nervous. His words lingered, and despite his casual tone, they felt genuine. You shifted in your seat, trying to come up with something witty or confident to say but found yourself momentarily speechless.

"I was just going to make a joke about how you missed me, darling." You say to him. "Didn't expect you to be so passionate about what I do."

"Well doll, it's just as true." He whispers back to you, stopping as the signal lights turned from green to red. He looks at you. "I missed you as much as I'm passionate about you."

“Thank you.” you managed, the word barely above a whisper. You could feel the heat on your ears.

He snickered again, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “Don’t thank me yet, doll. I haven’t bought you dinner yet.”

"This better be the best steak you've ever bought for me."

He laughs. "Doll, I'd never give you subpar. I have more class than that."

You laughed at that, the tension in your shoulders easing as you allowed his words to wash over you. You could feel how he was so effortlessly playful, so at ease, and it brought a strange kind of calmness to your own nerves.

The car ride continued smoothly, the warm light of the headlights illuminating the road as you headed toward the steakhouse. It wasn’t too far, but the ride felt long enough to let you sink into your thoughts.

It wasn’t every day you found yourself in a car with someone like Sukuna, who felt both a mystery and a steady presence, someone so sharp and confident but somehow so easy to connect with.

When you finally arrived at the steakhouse, the scent of grilled meat, butter, and warm bread greeted you as you stepped inside. The place was cozy—dimly lit, with wooden tables and that unmistakable warmth that comes with a good steakhouse.

Ryomen Sukuna held one side of the double doors for you. You thanked him as you walked in, the sound of conversation and the soft clink of cutlery in the background creating the perfect ambiance.

You both settled into a booth near the corner, the soft lighting casting golden hues over the table. The waiter came quickly, and Sukuna ordered a bottle of red wine before either of you even looked at the menu.

"This is seems a lot fancy, darling." You tell him, looking at the menu.

“Trust me, doll.” he said with that sly grin of his. “You’re about to have the best steak of your life.”

You laughed and leaned back in your seat, finally letting yourself relax as the evening unfolded. "Hm, I trust you on that."

There was something about this moment. Well, there always was something, when it came to the two of you. But the quiet confidence of Sukuna, his sharp smirk, his steady presence beside you. It touched you. It felt easy, and yet entirely special.

You knew that tonight was more than just dinner. It was more than the show. This night felt like the beginning of something—something that neither of you could quite put into words, but both of you understood.

You could feel it in the air between you, the kind of tension that wasn’t just about attraction or charm but about connection—raw, unspoken, and lingering.

And as the wine was poured and the first course was set in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile. Steak, wine, and Sukuna beside you. You couldn’t ask for much more.

But then as the dinner came to a close, you halted.

The pile of snow stood stagnantly before you.

Ryomen Sukuna walked beside you, confused.

Your coat tight against your shoulders, the chill biting but exhilarating. You could feel his eyes looking at you. Without thinking, you scooped a handful of fresh snow and hurled it at him, sending a quick, breathless laugh into the cold air as you darted away.

You could almost feel Sukuna’s amused gaze on you as you ran. He wasn’t used to being ambushed, let alone caught in this kind of innocent joy.

But you knew he wouldn’t let you get away so easily. Moments later, he was on the move, gathering snow like a warlord preparing for battle. His voice, low and teasing, cut through the sound of your laughter:

"You can't escape, doll!"

The snowball fight that ensued felt like something out of a dream—a collision of laughter, warm breaths, and soft snow. His smirk was devilish, his steps purposeful and graceful as he advanced on you.

But he shouldn't underestimate you too. You always managed to stay one step ahead. His hands closed around fresh snow, and for a moment, you thought he would truly strike, but he hesitated, his laughter soft, rare, and genuine.

The way he looked at you in that moment, half-teasing, half-mischievous, it had made your chest tighten. This wasn’t just a playful moment.

It was a glimpse into the layers of Ryomen Sukuna, the man who could be cold, terrifying, and confident yet here he was: smiling, laughing, living in the moment with you. And only you.

➽──────────❥

BY THE TIME YOU FINISHED, YOU WERE EXHAUSTED. Ryomen Sukuna had pelted you with quite a few heavy snow balls, which had caused you to freak out. It was already cold, but the snow balls were even colder. But that was jsut how it was. All is fair when it comes to a snow ball fight.

But you had not expected that Sukuna had managed to capture quite a fair bit of it on camera. And you were surprised about that. When he sent the video to you, you couldn't stop laughing. You were afraid you had peed yourself at one point.

And Sukuna had tried to calm you down as you both sat eating some hotdogs inside the car. But it was in vein as you had laughed so much again that you were crying. It had made your night even more complete than it already was.

It was the perfect moment to share, and you knew it. So only moments after returning to your hotel, you posted a short clip from that playful encounter on your Twitter account, since you posted your behind the scenes for your play in Instagram.

In the clip, you’re breathless and smiling, snow smeared on your gloves, as you toss the snowball at him and sprint away. You were laughing soon after like a little witch.

Ryomen Sukuna is right behind you, shaking snow from his fuschia pink hair, his expression amused and still untouchably cool, even as the snow melted around him.

Your caption was short and sweet, a perfect balance of your joy and subtlety:

Post-show snowball fight with my biggest fan! ❄️✨ Thank you for seeing the play, @ItsRyoSuku!!! 💖

The response was instant. Fans flooded your comments with fire emojis, heart eyes, and the overwhelming enthusiasm only your followers could muster. Your phone buzzed like crazy as the notifications rolled in:

🔥💖💬 “OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. IS THIS A DREAM???”

🔥💖💬 "UR KIDDING??? HE CAME TO WATCH Y/N'S DEBUT ON THEIR PLAY???"

🔥💖💬 "BRO HE LOOKS SO IN LOVE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK"

🔥💖💬 "may this sort of love find me cause omg???"

🔥💖💬 "the heart??? SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW???"

🔥💖💬 “THE CHEMISTRY?? I SHIP IT SO HARD.”

🔥💖💬 "GUYS WHERE'S THE CLIP OF THEM MEETING AT THE OUTSIDE OF THE THEATER???"

🔥💖💬 "boo i gotchu!!! [video link]

🔥💖💬 "they're so in love with each other oh my god its sick"

🔥💖💬 “I bet he could freeze the whole city with that smirk and still look cool doing it. 🥰”

You laughed as you scrolled through the endless barrage of messages before going to bed. Your followers and fans were always this energetic, but this time felt different. This was you and Sukuna. The iconic Ryomen Sukuna.

But then the notifications shifted to another familiar name—your cast members.

@MakiZenzzzz:

“Y/N, are you trying to melt New York with this post??? 😭 congrats on your play!!! rooting for you babes!!!❄️🔥”

@GojoSatoruuuuuu:

“Ohhh, this is definitely going to be a story. Be careful out there, @/RyoSuku looks like he might conjure a blizzard just for fun. 😉”

@ThisIsNanamiKento:

“This is so sweet. Excited for your play!!! And you really pulled off the snowball fight? Good for you. Hope you stayed warm. Stay cozy, Y/N!!!❄️”

The comments were pouring in like a symphony of support and teasing, and you couldn’t help but smile. But just when you thought the post couldn’t get any more iconic…

Ryomen Sukuna dropped his own response.

His post was cryptic, cool, and undeniably him. Alongside a stunning photo of himself standing stoically in the snow, his crimson eyes glowing faintly against the soft white backdrop, he wrote:

The play was decent. The snowball fight? Unfinished business. 🎭❄️ #NextTimeYouLose @/@TheOneY/N

You froze, staring at the caption, trying to decide whether to laugh, reply, or hide under your bed forever. The photo alone looked like a painting—he was sharp, elegant, the perfect embodiment of his unique brand of power and mystery.

Your fans were quick to dissect his words, of course.

💬 “OH MY GOD. HE JUST CHALLENGED Y/N AGAIN???”

💬 "are we just casually forgetting that he has to be back in tokyo today for his fansign but decided to come to see y/n and delayed his rest time for y/n???"

💬 "lord he yearns for y/n so bad this is killing me"

💬 "guys why can't yall be more like sukuna cause omg???"

💬 "bring back pathetic pining men omg </3"

💬 “Sukuna’s smirk could probably be a weapon in itself. 😩💥”

You knew you had to respond to that. There's no way you can't. You giggled as your fingers danced over your keyboard as you crafted your reply. With a sly grin, you typed:

“Oh, it’s on. I’ll bring my A-game next time. 🎯❄️ #UnfinishedBusiness”

You hit send, your heart racing. Within seconds, the comments and likes exploded.

🔥💬 “YESSSS! Y/N IS A QUEEN AND A FIGHTER!!!”

🔥💬 “We need a part two. I’m demanding a rematch. Let’s gooooo.”

🔥💬 "guys does this mean they're having dinner alone again soon omg???"

🔥💬 "sukuna liked that comment above me omg??? HE WANTS TO SEE Y/N AGAIN!!!"

🔥💬 "its crazy how we still don't know if they're dating or not"

🔥💬 "atp we're getting the confirmation when they already have a baby lol"

🔥💬 "just want them to get together so bad im ill"

🔥💬 “WAIT A MINUTE—are we going to get an actual snowball fight between them next time??”

It felt chaotic. Exciting. And you could feel the energy of your fans, castmates, and Sukuna swirling together. You leaned back into your pillow and laughed as you looked at the snow-covered streets visible from your window. The soft glow of the streetlights reflected off the snow, and for a moment, it felt like the whole world was wrapped in a kind of magic.

Then your phone buzzed.

You grabbed it from your bedside table, glancing at the name on the screen. Your heart gave a quick flutter when you saw it.

“Sukuna.”

You picked up and pressed it to your ear.

“Hey.”

His voice came through smoothly, deep and familiar.

“Hi, darling.” you said in return, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You already in the airport?”

“Mm, about to board for Tokyo.” he replied, his voice calm and steady. You could hear the faint sounds of announcements and distant footsteps in the background.

“I hope you get some sleep on the plane.” you said, your voice gentle. “You still have work tomorrow. I don't want your fans to be angry at me again for you being exhausted, darling."

“I’ll try.” he laughed lowly, that soft, warm sound that always managed to send a pleasant shiver through you. “But it doesn’t always happen, doll.”

You sighed, looking out at the glowing streets again, your heart warm. “Thank you for coming today,” you whispered, the words feeling fragile as they left your lips. “And... and for playing with me. Eating dinner and making me laugh too.”

There was a pause on the other end. A moment of stillness. You could feel his presence even through the phone, his gaze and attention focused solely on you.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, doll.” he said softly, his voice a bit lower now, intimate and tender. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

His words lingered in the air for a moment, the sound of his voice so close, so comforting. The silence continued to rule the two of you for a few more seconds before you sighed.

“I’ll miss you already." you murmured, the words escaping before you could stop them.

He chuckled, his tone warm. “I’ll miss you too. But you’ve got plenty to focus on here, don’t you? You’re a star now, doll. Keep shining.”

You smiled, unable to resist. “I’ll try my best.”

The conversation lingered, the sounds of the distant boarding calls coming through as you continued to talk—sharing words and laughter, even with the distance between you.

"Hey."

"Hm? What?"

"What... what are you doing on December 24th?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You could almost hear him processing the question. His voice came back after a moment, calm and steady.

"Nothing."

"Oh." You felt your face flush a little at how quick and simple his reply had been. Your voice stumbled as you tried to find the right words. "You see..."

"Are you asking me to have dinner with you, darling?"

His voice was sharp, teasing, but there was something warm in it too. You could almost picture his smirk as he spoke, his crimson eyes glinting like they always did when he was being a little too confident.

Your throat felt dry, and you hesitated, unsure of how to answer. His words made you nervous, but there was something about his tone—so assured, so comfortable—that only made you want to take the chance.

"Well..." you started, voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe you’d like to join me. If you’re free, of course."

Another pause. This one felt heavier, filled with a thousand unspoken thoughts. You couldn’t figure out whether he was considering it or just enjoying making you sweat.

His laughter broke the tension, low and smooth.

"Darling, you don’t have to ask me twice," he said, his voice dropping into that gentle purr you knew so well. "I’ll be there."

Your heart did a little leap.

"Really?" you asked, your voice brightening.

"Yeah." His voice was soft now, serious but still laced with warmth. "I’ll make time for you. December 24th, it’s a promise, okay?"

You could feel your cheeks warming further, but this time you allowed yourself to smile.

"Okay... it’s a promise between us then." you said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

He chuckled again, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

"Don’t act so surprised, doll." he teased. "You’ve got me wrapped around your finger already."

The line went quiet for a moment as the two of you stayed on together, and you felt your heart ease. Despite his teasing, his words had a kind of truth that you both had never truly discussed. Life was too busy. But you want to. You want to do it so badly. But not tonight. It's too early.

"Okay." you murmured, smiling to yourself. "I guess I’ll see you then."

His voice came back, soft and steady.

"I’ll be counting the days."

You found yourself staring at the snow once more. You felt lighter, happier, knowing that these moments—these fleeting bits of connection—were yours, even if they only came in small doses.

"Plane's about to board now."

"Okay."

You could feel him smile from across the phone. "Go get some sleep. I'll text you when I land, okay? Good night, doll."

“Safe travels, darling. Good night.” you whispered before hanging up.

And as you set your phone down, you allowed yourself to smile once again, knowing that this night had truly been magical in every way. By the next morning, you had a good long sleep and were ready for the next performance. And it was a hit.

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jude-duarte-wannabe · 4 months ago

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boyfriend material

so to keep my formula one girlies satisfied and fueled, i put this together until i can get my non formula one requests finished, i was hoping to have them done by now but i keep getting called into work, i'm sorry my lovely's <3 i'm also working on another one of these for sir lewis hamilton titled husband material, it is based on my other smau series billion dollar baby.

pairing; charles leclerc x marceline bennett [original character]

blurb; this is a list of cute things boyfriend charles leclerc and his girlfriend marceline bennett do in my smau series that i'm working on called the broadway bug, this story features a original character but for your reading pleasure, i've used 'you' and 'y/n' in this little snippet <3

currently playing; monaco by mkto "i'll go wherever you go, chase you through the streets of monaco, i'll run wherever you are"

when it comes to your jobs;

you are a broadway actress and charles often finds himself just watching you hum the lyrics to a song you have to sing in a show or tap a beat on your thigh as you walk through the paddock together.

speaking of broadway, charles makes sure to go to every single show that he can, just like you try to make it to every single race that you can.

when at charles's races, you stay in the ferrari garage, your often caught on camera jumping up and down excitedly and screaming "that's my boy!" or "go baby!"

when charles got p1 in monaco and monza, you completely ignored the barriers and ran for him as soon as he was out of the car, he'd luckily gotten his helmet and balaclava off in time to catch you, pick you up and kiss you right there on the track.

charles gave you a necklace with his race number on it saying "i'm giving you my number until i can give you my last name".

charles didn't release his music too often but when he did you always made sure to listen to it on repeat.

you could spend hours just sitting and listening to charles play the piano, it was your safe place, just you and charles together in your own little world.

charles loved catching you humming a tune he'd played on the piano earlier in the day while you were brushing your teeth or making coffee, he loved the simple things you did.

no matter where you are in the world, you always make sure to support charles.

and one time when you were in rehearsals for a show and charles was off racing somewhere in the world, there was a moment with one of your co-stars that led to you posting a video on your instagram story that would soon go viral - it went something like this

"hey my little broadway bugs" you couldn't keep a straight face while talking to the camera "so i'm currently in rehearsals right now" you flipped the camera to show the theater stage and most of your co-stars just chilling before flipping it back to face you "but this one right here" one of your co-stars pops into the frame "this one just came sprinting across the stage screaming 'y/n! y/n!' and keep in mind i thought she was dying" you hold up a magazine for the camera to see "but she just wanted to show me this and god do i love her for it" you giggled.

just cute couple stuff;

when you two first started dating you loved to listen to charles talk, he could talk about anything and you'd listen, he eventually noticed and teased you by saying "the accent got to you, didn't it".

charles mum; pascale basically insisted that you call her maman when she saw how happy you made her boy.

when your out to dinner or at an event together, your feet eventually get sore from standing around in heels all night and so you eventually go barefoot and charles just wanders around carrying you heels.

you and charles call each other all kinds of nicknames with his favorites for you being; ma cherie [my darling], mon ange [my angel], mon coeur [my heart], ma meilleure moitie [my better half] and of course mon amor [my love].

your favorite nicknames for him are; mon joli garcon [my pretty boy] and mon nounours [my teddy bear].

in fact the very first time you ever called him mon joli garcon, he looked at you surprised and muttered "did you just call me pretty boy" and you merely corrected him before going about your day "correction.. your MY pretty boy".

charles also calls you baby but only ever when he's sleepy and you try to get out of bed early, he just reaches out to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer muttering "baby.. no.. you stay put" in his sleepy voice that drives you insane cause it's so cute and raspy.

and you guys are the kind of couple that after being intimate you pillow talk in french with charles mumbling "si jolie comme ça" [so pretty like this] as he tucks a strand of your messy hair behind your ear as you giggle against his chest.

charles calls you the best thing that's ever happened to him.

and this man blushes and has the biggest goofy smile on his face whenever someone says your name or an interviewer asks about you.

charles takes photo's galore of you and even some of the two of you together and shamelessly posts them on his instagram / instagram stories - like this.

you are the kind of girl that could eat pasta for every meal for the rest of your life, you love pasta so much that you and charles now have a saying where you say "your the pesto to my pasta" or he'll say "your the pasta to my pesto".

charles tried introducing you to new foods including foods from both french and monegasque cuisine like stuffed peppers which you were a fan of but when he tried to fed you escargot you freaked out, which led to arthur now having a video of you running away from charles who held a snail on the end of his fork while yelling "never! keep that nasty ass snail away from me!"

charles is also the kind of boyfriend that would memorize your coffee order.

he sends you this text or something similar to it whenever your in the same place as one another.

charles doesn't hide how badly he needs you, he'll just straight up tell you, he doesn't care if anyone sees the texts he sends you while he's horny, your texts to each other basically look like this all the time.

cute couple stuff involving your pets;

leo loves you more than he loves charles but he doesn't complain because coming home to see you snuggled up in his bed with leo curled up against your side just makes him melt.

your cat however absolutely hates charles with a passion and charles tries so hard to get your cat to like him but it never happens, all of your photo's with your cat; clementine look like this

all the photos you have of charles with clementine picture her practically begging you with her eyes to get him the hell away from her.

two of the most iconic moments of the charles and clementine feud was when they first met.

it was charles first time in your apartment and while he knew you had a cat, she was no where to be seen at the moment, you and charles were standing in your kitchen leaning against the marble island, hands linked and resting on the bench as you talked, charles had leaned in to kiss you which you gladly excepted, lips locking with his in a soft kiss.. you loved kissing him and he loved kissing you even more but unfortunately he had to pull away with a hiss, seeing your cat on the counter having appeared out of thin air "she just bit me" he complained and while you kissed his hand better she simply hissed at him before running off.

and the other was when in the you two were in the heat of the moment, clementine just had to cock block him.

the temperature in your room was hot with your body pressed against charles's with your lips locked in a sloppy kiss, your kisses began moving down his neck, you loved to hear the whimpers that escaped him whenever you kissed at the soft spot behind his ear but that didn't happen instead you heard him mumble "i can't do this.. not with her watching" you didn't understand what he was talking about until you followed his gaze and what you saw had you laughing until there were tears in your eyes and you held your sides in pain "ouchy.. stitch" you complained to which charles simply responded "serves you right" the memory of clementines face and the side eye she gave charles still makes you laugh today.

cuddles, kisses and hand holding;

charles's love language is 100% physical touch at least i think so, this boy loves cuddles and there is only really one form of cuddle this boy will ever settle for and it's the one where he can lay in your arms, head pressed to your chest listening to your heartbeat as you run your fingers through his hair.

cuddles like those are his favorite especially when he's had a long day racing or has been away from you for weeks.

he's also notorious for falling asleep in your arms when you cuddle like this.

but he's also one for simplistic intimacy like when your together in the paddock, in line at the supermarket or just stationary while talking to friends, his arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is tucked into your neck.

and when it comes to falling asleep or even just napping, he is the little spoon mostly cause he just likes having you hold him and partly because he just feels safe whenever you fall asleep together like this.

and don't even get me started on the kisses that this man would give you; forehead, cheek, neck, belly, thighs or lips, if you name it he'll kiss it, charles loves kissing you and you love kissing him.

there was moment when you were doing an interview for with the cast of hamilton over zoom and this boy while you were in the middle of answering a question found that he couldn't stop staring at your lips so he just walked up to you, grabbed your face in his hand and kissed you, it lasted about 10 seconds before he pulled back and walked off, leaving you dumbstruck and just staring at your laptop screen unsure of what to say.

there was another moment when you said goodbye to him about ten minutes before a race and gave him his good luck kiss but when you went to walk away, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him mumbling "where you going, we're not done yet" before kissing you again.

charles would smile against your lips while you kiss

your favorite way to wake charles up is by kissing him, you start peppering kisses up his and across his shoulders, moving up his neck, across his cheek and then finally connecting your lip to his and while it may take a few minutes, he'd eventually wake and roll over so your trapped beneath him unable to escape his kisses.

being trapped like that often leads to his hands wandering up your sides and despite knowing that you were ticklish, he loves hearing you giggle.

your giggle is one of charles favorite sounds in the world and so he often just attacks you with tickles "give me a minute, i need to tickle the shit out of you".

whenever you two walk together, he's always holding your hand and leading you safely through the paddock or big crowds of people, especially paparazzi.

or if your just out and about you'll walk with your ring fingers wrapped around eachothers.

you'd somehow convinced charles to get matching tattoo's, just small ones on your ring fingers and that's pretty much why they are always linked when you walk.

eventually when he proposes you add to those tattoo's by getting another set of matching ones.

they are in his color too.

you two don't fight often but when you do, it's normally over something small and insignificant.

but when it does happen you get banished to the backseat of the car while carlos sits in your seat as passenger princess.

but within five minutes charles had forgotten all about it and reaches back to hold your hand, it's his way of saying i'm sorry.

time to get down and dirty;

a turn on for you is when charles stretches his arms above his head causing his shirt to raise and it gives you the most beautiful peek at his chest and v-line, he also lets out a little moan every time he does it. [can you imagine it... like my god!]

this boy doesn't believe in quickies unless he gets to eat you out, this boy just lives for it, he'll drop to his knees just about anywhere; your apartment kitchen, his drivers room, a club bathroom... literally anywhere.

both you and charles have praise kinks, he loves hearing you whisper "un si bon garçon" [such a good boy] in his ear and you live to hear him whisper "c'est ma gentille fille" [that's my good girl] while he thrusts in and out of you like a rabbit in heat.

this boy whimpers when the pleasure gets to much.

and when you decide to be naughty and not listen to his instructions, those whimpers turn to growling demands.

you and charles had decided that kids were something you both wanted and so when he gets you pregnant after like two tries, he's fucking proud, walking around wearing a cocky little smirk on his pretty face.

and to finish it off; instagram stories

just a few instagram stories you've posted of your beautiful boyfriend and his responses to them.

charlesleclerc; do you enjoy embarrassing me y/n.on.stage; fuck yeah i do, it's my job charlesleclerc; since when? y/n.on.stage; since the day you asked me to be your girl, you did this to yourself joli garcon charlesleclerc; god dammit

charlesleclerc; your not going to get one amor y/n.on.stage; and your not getting head tonight, win or no win charlesleclerc; baby i'm sorry let me explain *read* charlesleclerc; baby please y/n.on.stage; too late leclerc charlesleclerc; not the last name.. baby i'm sorry! y/n.on.stage; the number your trying to reach is currently unavailable

charlesleclerc; always mon ange <3 y/n.on.stage; you say that but there's still no ring on this finger charlie

charlesleclerc; baby you can't post shit like this, my mother follows you! charlesleclerc; but yes, you can have them y/n.on.stage; correct answer leclerc

leclerc_pascale; grandchildren? y/n.on.stage; working on it leclerc_pascale; that's my girl

charlesleclerc; BABY! where are you.. y/n.on.stage; you'll never find me.. hehe charlesleclerc; *view attached photo* charlesleclerc; you were saying y/n.on.stage; FUCK!.. i wanted to scare you.. once i was finished with lunch charlesleclerc; can i have a bite? y/n.on.stage; no

charlesleclerc; my eyes will always find you mon ange for you are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen y/n.on.stage; you want head? your drivers room in ten charlesleclerc; i'll be there in five y/n.on.stage; god i love you <3

a/n; so..... it was a bit more than a snippet but i was having to much fun to stop, can't wait to start officially writing this series <3

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