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blingblong55 · 10 months ago

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Cupid's Chokehold-Keegan P. Russ

Based on a request: Inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNvqQeak/ Can I request Rockstar!Keegan x Reader, please? Reader has been a fan of Keegan for many years, and for the first time, she managed to see him irl at a concert. When both eyes connected, ⚡️ ZING ⚡️ tension became to form. P/s: fluff/smut/smuttiest is up to you ☺️. Thank you!

---- F!Reader, 18+, smut, rockstar!keegan, rockband au, oral!sex, some fluff, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, mentions of drug use, consent checks, fingering ----

A/N: Okay but the song/title is fits with this so perfectly!

11:30 at night, the small venue doors open and you walk in. Your friends are excited just like you. Skulls, the rock band you've been obsessed with started their small tour in your city and there you were, front-row tickets, cherry red lipstick and that tight little dress. And there he is, Keegan Russ, the lead singer, waiting for the lights to dim and for him and his band to light the stage with their presence.

The guitar begins, drums next and with each drum hit, the lights flash. The fans go wild just like you as the lead singer, Keegan comes on stage and begins to sing. He begins to approach the edge of the stage and caresses a woman's face as he sings, he begins to near her lips with his own and before they kiss he pulls away with a smirk and a laugh. The other men in the bad chuckle, they also make women and men think they are to be kissed only to pull away at the last second. His pale blue eyes catch yours, and your heart races, he smirks and winks.

Midway through the concert, Keegan pulls a cigarette and lights it up, inhaling its smoke into his lungs, he looks at the women in the crowd. Which one will be his midnight meal? You knew he always had at least three women per show and then, there he stood, women screaming his name and he hopped off the stage, kissing women on the lips like it was normal, until he walked past you and stopped. Why was his heart racing? He had seen beautiful women, yes but you, oh you were carved by gods and kissed by angels. What is this good feeling in his chest? It can't be the drugs he took before the show, can't it? "What's your name, doll?" His American accent is present. You ushered your name to him and he smirked just a little, from his hand, he placed his cigarette to your lips. "Keep it warm for me, yeah?" He hurries back up to the stage and continues his show.

Last song and he leans over, points to you and gets a security guard to hurry you backstage. "Go, go!" your friends smile, their eyes on the drummer.

And now, here you are, in his dressing room, clothes scattered on the floor, sex toys and a package of condoms on the sofa. His cologne fills the room and so does the odor of cigarettes. "I see you did keep it warm," he takes the cigarette and places it back on his lips. "Tell me, doll, what are your deepest fantasies?" his arm is placed around your shoulder as he walks you to the tour bus. Every dirty secret whispered to him and the more you said, the more he wanted to just bend you over the sofa, rip those panties of yours and eat you out. As he closed the door to the tour bus, he looked at you. "You're okay with this? With me making every inch of yours mine?" "I am." "Better be, because I can't pretend I don't want you anymore," his warm and soft lips meet yours. His tongue pushed past yours, gaining dominance in a matter of seconds.

He backs you up to the bed and begins to kiss your neck and jaw, leaving trails of his lips on you. Your hands take off his clothes as he rips off yours. "You don't need this right?" a cocky grin on him as he tears the last piece of clothing off you. You heard stories of how he would fuck women before you and now, you have that privilege. His hand finds your waist and then slowly grabs and slaps your ass before he pushes you to the bed. "Be as loud as you can, okay doll?" Your warm tits bouncing as you eagerly nod. He chuckles, "Good girl." Those warm hands on his find your slick cunt. "Already wet for me? oh, doll, tsk tsk, guess I have no other option but to fuck that eagerness out of you, huh?" his lips twitch at the small smile he gives you.

Keegan kisses you from your forehead and to your inner thighs. He grips, slaps and nibbles on the softness of your skin. Before you can even predict it, he looks at you and begins to slowly trail the precious folds of your cunt. You let out a moan and he chuckles, "What, can't take a little kiss now?" His tongue licking and slowly trailing down to your eager little hole. "C'mon baby, lick 'em," his fingers on your mouth, getting them nice and soaked so he can finger you properly. Once they were, his fingers teased your entrance.

Good girls get stuffed and prepared before He treated them with his cock, isn't that right?

Slowly, as Keegan sucks and licks your precious clit and his fingers fuck themselves in you, you feel your climax get near. He can sense it and oh does this make him eager to hear yourself let loose. Why be a shy girl when you can be his loud little pet? "That's right, doll, come for me, do it." His words are persuasive and hot. His breath playing with your already sensitive cunt and all you can do is arch your back. His big hand holds your hips down, "No no, be a good girl and stay still for me," his voice hoarse. Those enchanting eyes never leave your face as he watches you go crazy with every passing second that he is down on you. What man would ever pass the opportunity to see a goddess like this? Your nipples are hard, mouth open as moans and soft whimpers leave and those eyes, oh those half-lidded eyes rolling back.

Is this what it is? He eats pussy good and that's why all women drop for him? If it is, you have been let in into the secret. When your orgasm crashes with his mouth, you hear him lick and devour your pretty cunt. He moans and drowns in your delicious juices. Pre-cum leaks from his swollen tip and that's when he finds himself humping the bed in which you lie. "Fuck, I can't do this anymore," he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge. "I need to fuck you, okay? I'll be rough, you hear me?" His fat and heavy cock slaps against your cunt and he teases your entrance with his tip. "Are you okay with this?" He looks directly into your eyes and you nod. "Very," is all you can respond and then, he slowly slips himself inside of you.

A whiny groan leaves his lips and slowly, to help you get used to his size, thrusts into you. A soft gasp escaped your lips, his size too much to bear at the moment but it feels just too good. His hand on your waist, the other cupping your face. Your cheek flushed. "Such a beauty, doll," and just in cue, he begins to kiss you. Perhaps it was the weed in the room, maybe it was that he already had you drunk on sex but it was a connection, the same one from before. It was different, not only did he feel it but you did too. Hooked on romance, the drugged poets say.

As he thrusts into you, he finds himself worshipping your body. The curves of your soft tits, the way your tummy feels when he lets his hands wander and how you feel clenched around his fat cock. Your moans and his mixing create a perfect tune. That's when the idea struck. He grabs his phone and looks at you, "I'll keep fucking you, you just moan, doll," he nods and presses record. His thrusts harder by the second, only letting you grip onto him as he fingers your clit. Your moans are louder yet still so angelic. "Keegan," you repeat multiple times. What a perfect song you'll be.

"Fuck, fuck," his eyes shut and his moans grow louder. His cum and your juices meet. His seed filling you up, hands roaming your body as he kisses you, to soothe the exhaustion. "It's okay, you did great, doll," he whispers and pulls out. Keegan begins to caress you, calming your shaky legs and excited body. A bottle of water meets your lips as he begins to care for you.

It wasn't three women he'd have as a midnight meal, it's you he rather want in his bed now. With your moans and his ever-beating lover's heart, that is what he needs. You, the muse to his sex, love and any other songs. Those painted cherry lips of yours, what a heaven on Earth have you given him.

Five months into you and it's him who is more than drunk. Now, as he celebrates yet another concert, the last song he finishes with is his ultimate favourite. Cupid's Chokehold, dedicated to his doll. The girl who owns the once playboy.

Take a look at my girlfriend

She's the only one I got

Not much of a girlfriend

I never seem to get a lot

And now, each time he finishes that song, he winks at you. You who so proudly watches him from the side of the stage smile and then he takes your hand and walks to the tour bus with you.

A/N: Hope ya liked it and I know this is long overdue, so sorry for the delay :)

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mull3ts · 1 year ago

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[ 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 ]

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{ BACK 2 “ONE WAY TiCKET” }

Look at him. Mr. Nakamoto—your very own McDreamy—mowing the yard in impossible heat. You’re 101% sure there’s a heat warning.

He’s handsome and perfect in every way, but unfortunately, isn’t your husband. He’s your mother’s. He’s miserable being your mother’s, but she’s never around enough for him to break it to her.

You’re stuck in his house until college begins again in August, but for now; you opt to watch him from the patio with all the shade you could possibly need. Just sitting there in nothing but one of his not sweat drenched tank tops all because he told you to, “Wait here like a good fuckin’ girl.”

And you were—you are—his good girl. Always.

Just like moments earlier when he very kindly asked you if he could eat you out. You said yes; obviously.

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Nakamoto to conclude his mowing as the next thing you know—he’s looming right over you! His eyes are incredibly dark when you look up at him. You should’ve trusted him when he said he could handle heat, he’s not sweat-drenched like you thought he’d be.

“Hi, sweetheart.” he greets, his dark eyes contrasting with the slight smile he gives you. Before you can say a word, he moves you to sit atop the patio table and spreads your legs wide open, lifting up your tank shirt above your chest in the process. You’re about to say something out of the sudden embarrassment, but he manages to stop you. “Were you a good girl?”

You nod eagerly, “I did everything you said.”

“You did.” he smirked, “You sat here all nice and pretty for me, honey,” his eyes darted to your tits. He pinched your nipples making you gasp, “and Daddy’s so proud of you, sitting here in all the heat.”

But suddenly, he pointed to somewhere behind you—“Look over there.”—immediately causing you to turn your head in confusion. “I- I don’t see anything- oh!” you gasped. You felt something hot and hard begin to rub up and down your still soaked pussy. Mr. Nakamoto was dragging his cock up and down your cunt, rubbing your clit with his tip every now and then. You tried to jut your hips forward, whining “Please just fuck me, Daddy, d-don’t tease!”

Mr. Nakamoto chuckled at you.

His cock notched at your slit, you braced for him to push in.

He shoved in. He plunged inside, all the way, making you scream and Mr. Nakamoto groan.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “So good, always so fuckin’ good, baby.”

His hand held you by your left thigh as he thrust up into you, watching in awe as your tits bounced up and down with every move he made. “So good, so pretty,” he grunted.

You whined, nodding with your teeth sunken in your bottom lip, “M’good,” you blabbered “m’good…good girl.”

He chuckled, “That’s right honey,” he landed a small slap to your face with his free hand, he likes seeing his hand print on your body “you’re a very good girl.”

You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back, just getting lost in the feeling of him. It made Mr. Nakamoto place his hand on your throat, his grasp just tight enough to make you feel a little pressure. With a particular thrust, he hit the good spot inside you and you cried out his name, “Daddy!”

It was always like this, you screaming and crying when he fucked you. Mr. Nakamoto only constantly let out grunts and curses, though he is just as affected as you are—it makes you burn with embarrassment the more you think about it.

You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly swatted your hand away. “Lemme’ do it, sweetheart.”

You quickly nodded, your mouth agape when he reached down between the both of you to play with your clit.

Mr. Nakamoto spread your leg to the side just a little farther and his thrusts fastened, becoming more hurried by the second. He was about to cum. You couldn’t imagine if he was hard just thinking about you the entire time he was mowing the yard.

You whine and try to swallow the spit in your mouth as an attempt at moistening your mouth. Your hips are jutting in his direction, wanting to meet his hips. Neither of you seemed to mind the sound of skin slapping, or the fact you were both so loud with your cries and his grunts, being in your own backyard seemed like being in your own world.

“Can you cum, baby? Can my good little slut come all over Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice raspy and laced with want.

“M-Mhm,” you nodded “M-M’gonna cum all over y-your dick, Daddy~”

You threw your head back again, focusing on his thrusts and his hands all over you until you felt a bubbling in your cunt and lower stomach. You closed your eyes and let your whines ring through the air all high-pitched and needy. You could practically see Mr. Nakamoto’s smile when you came all over him. Cries of “Daddy!” escaped from your lips over and over again.

Waves of pleasure rolled over the both of you while you came, your orgasm triggering Mr. Nakamoto’s own. He fucked you even faster than before, murmuring on and on about how much he loves his “little slut”. He groaned all loud and throated, spilling his cum inside of you, his hips twitching and everything. Mr. Nakamoto didn’t dare to pull out.

He kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your lips, and eventually made it down to your neck and chest where he basically bit you all over leaving soon-to-be hickies in his wake.

He unfortunately pulled out, watching in amusement as his cum spilled out of you and onto the patio and table as he adjusted himself back into the shorts he wore.

You wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling him flush to your body, you kissed him, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He’d probably punish you later for that. Not that you cared much, you’d take it.

You pulled back, grinning, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“My pleasure, bab-”

There was a loud “ahem” that clearly came from the neighbor next door. But to be honest, “next door” was a little far away.

You both stared at each other in embarrassment.

“Let’s ‘hope’ they don’t tell your mom.” he light-heartedly laughed. Mr. Nakamoto’s (and your) focus went back to kissing you. “Yeah.” You hummed, smiling against his lips, he mirrored your expression before his eyes shot down to your phone.

It was ringing. It was your mom.

Suddenly, it felt way over a hundred degrees outside.

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bogusbyron · 3 months ago

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Notes from 24th august matinee. Sorry this is 2 weeks late ive been busy . Heres the cast to keep in mind when reading

Note: if you want examples of certain line deliveries let me know, ill send a snippet from the audio

1) as SOON as the lights came up i was RAKING the ensemble for harry lake and there he was

2) jordan as tall and commanding in his presence as ever. Spoke "ticket" VERRRRRY fast. Strong "law" on Meaning of the law. Harsh "yes" , on Yes, 24601, and obviously on Javert when he tells Valjean his name. Also held onto the yellow slip which uhhhhh classic

3) Valjean harsh-growl on "lord" in "lord forgive them"

4) Harry lake was hangin out by the stairs in the parole scene. He was also the one to throw the bag at Valjean. Lmfao

5) understudy bishop again! As last time, quite stern rather than gentle like Adam Pearce

6) Valjean spitting "good" in Done a bit of good.

7) bishop harsh on "that is right", as well as Quite loud and harsh on "passion", then quiet on the next line

8) valjean sobbing when bishop hands him his bag back :-((

9) during valjean's soliloquy, slight pause for stolen time after "so far" in Fallen so far, growled "if theres another", entire "gave me a number and murdered valjean" was spoken. "Soul" in Touched my soul verrrry upset-like . Growled "hate" in Hate the world. He also wiped his face on "i'll be back". He was doing a lot of sniffling from this point in the song as well which i liked . Voice crack on "soul" on Touched my soul which i fw. Pause on Reaching like "Reach. Ing". Upset on "Reaching but I fall", and a VERY strong final note.

10) At the end of the day as per an absolute banger - tom hext is the MOST visible ensemble member during this number, its great . Harry was being elusive but I ended up spotting him with tom in the factory . On the topic of Tom, he apparently did the hugest bitchiest eye roll ever when fantine says "and i pay for the child, what's the matter with that?" Which is so funny

11) katie hall AS USUALLLL TEARING UP DA STAGE🗣🗣🗣 delectable performance , lovely little suspended pause on "Life...... worth living". More goosebumps than usual too ohmy god this song is so good live. Also some sobbing between "autumn came" and "still i dream" .... HOLY SCHMOLY what a voice

12) tom and harry were the 2nd and third dudes at the start of lovely ladies . Not important but it is to me . As usual harry gets his arse slapped after "take all year" as he stumbles offstage LMFAOOO

13) for some reason i thought the foreman and the pimp were played by the same guy , only realised they werent when they BOTH came onstage. For context they look identical . Long hair with a beard. How was i supposed to know

14) fantine stumbles a bit after belting "already dead" . Also lots of weeping again for the bambatabois sequence :-( (also like last time he was like a screaming toddler)

15) javert low on "monsieur" in Rest assured, Monsieur . Which i liked

16) HEARTBREAKING "no" as fantine reaches for javert and he steps away before "i have heard such protestations" UUGHHHH

17) YOUPIEE! Breaking: My Ship Touched Each Other. Valjean puts a hand on Javert's shoulder to hold him back from Fantine .

18) hm, gayest cart scene ive seen so far . First we got the classic extended bicep touch as they make eye contact ("a memory stirs"). Javert harsh delivery on "broke" in Broke his parole. Half spoken "Of course" in Of course he now denies it. Harsh on "he couldnt run forever". Back to the gay shit, he walks RIGHT up to valjean, then once theyre basically cock to cock he glances down at his tits, then back up in time to push his face into valjean's for "this time there is no mistake", making sure to spit that T in mistake. Im taking they were inches away from each other. Insane.

19) milan was kinda looking down for Who Am I and all i could think about were how good his brows looked from this angle . Only note i took for who am i , other than mentioning how javert took his cravat after he takes it off in the courtroom. You can hear on the audio i took me saying "he's gonna sniff that tonight"

20) katie hall as always unreal as mentioned but shes seriously so good during this scene, her notes are still so strong despite being also so convincingly frail, duuude. Insane. Her and milan are such a heartbreaking duo its FAB

21) confrontation SWEEP🗣 valjean's spoken "listen to me". Javert kinda snaps "you must" very suddenly which is hilarious . Additional note but jordan's figure works so well for the confrontation and javert in general, or at least the way i view him so is it any wonder im so fond of him . Dude's hench . Makes him all the more imposing in all of javert's layers and coats .. delectable. All that grunting and groaning during the fight though Also his mouth wipe after he gets strangled Helloooo get out. At this point i wrote "shit punch" cause valjean's last punch at the end of the scene kinda sucked .

22) i forgot the actress but little cosette is sooo sweet shes lovely bless. Castle on a cloud is underrated i love that song .

23) 6th time seeing the show, 2nd tjme seeing luke thenardier.��😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO tom sweep anyway

24) i like that Tall Jean (aka Willy Wonka as jordan told me he's called) is clearly an important character cause they still have him even when Jordan isnr ensemble, same fit and everything just with a diff waistcoat. Like hey Fake Jean. If youre reading this and dont know who this is you're a fake fan.

25) i like luke's french accent on "best inkeeper in down" .. mix it up a bit.

26) the gentleman guest cackling like a madman when both thenardiers flash him at the start of the song LMFAOAO

27) tom plays the blind guy if you didnt know. Anyway harry like, crawls? Up the stairs at the back of the set and when he gets to the top hes faced with a woman lifting her skirt in front of him . He then proceeds to stand up and play bongos on her boobs.?? Then later Fake Jean passes him a drink so thats nice

28) thenardier shouting "window shut"

29) here i wrote "jordan should play all the roles" who cheered

30) UGGHHHH valjean taking cosette's hands when asking her name in the forest scene brugh

31) luke is great as thenardier but i prefer the way Tom does the "i will pay" gag , cause luke just sorta jolts awake but tom does a whole snort which works better cause it draws more attention WHATEVERRR.

32) thenardier puttinf his leg up on the table when hes trying to impress valjean?? 😭😭😭😭

33) dude how is this show gonna cope w/o Claire Machin when the cast changes shes seriously so good . When the thenardiers are stood together to the side after valjean sits down at the table she like keeps gesturing as if telling thenardier to speak properly which is so funny . (As a guy with a regional english accent this was #felt.). She also fixes his cravat and then he taps her nose which was fire. However luke did fuck up and said "shared each bone" twice OOPS oh well. He makes up for it with his classic shoulder touch-clap-stamp instead of doing the christian cross

34) valjean as last time grabbing thenardier's lapels to intimidate him before he leaves LOL

35) Will as marius i noticed moves around a LOT . ADHD who

36) harry as one of the policemen who accompany javert in The Robbery YAY❤

37) for javert's bit in the Robbery - harsh on "hunted", growled "jean valjean". YUM! Plus spitting "feet" at thenardier. Very strong for the whole thing in general which i love to see of course

38) STARS INFLECTION, unfortunately nothing too interesting to note - not a bad thing cause Jordan's voice is gorgeous it just makes for Boring note readingLOL. Anyway..... Harsh start ("there, out in the darkness"). Very toothy (snarling expression) which i love to see thankyou jordan. Smile on first "stars", little smile on "counted" on Scarce to be counted. Held out arms a bit on "darkness" in Filling the darkness, then soft on "and light" which was luurvely. Had his arms out from "place in the sky" to "and your aim". The 2nd crescendo was VERY strong.. just wow ... additionally , Jordan was pointin riiiight at us at the end and he was thrilled to hear this when we met him stage door LMFAOA

39) Looked like marius almost walked into a beam when he enters the stage after Stars. He also does a little giggle when he leaves . That whole scene he did not stop moving , girl slow DOWN

40) fake Gérard - he has the halfmoon glasses but wore a red coat instead of the greyish-blue one

41) Marius is so hype to be in love its so good, like hes a boy who's read romances all his life and hes finally like , able to experience it himself. Its so good. Hes thrilled. Grantaire gives him a kiss on the cheek❤

42) When marius, on the stairs, opens his arms a bit when he sings "burst of light", grantaire does the same while watching him from the floor. So good

43) when the students all gather round to listen to enjolras, grantaire like, drags him away from the crowd LMFOAA at the start of do you hear the people sing

44) noticed harry picking up and spinning one of the women as he exits after dyhtps. Also at this point i wrote "too many fair-haired white boys in this damn musical"

45) Cosette did a little swoop up into a high note on "love" in Do people really fall in love so fast. I love phoebe's voice!

46) Marius VERY excited on "music OFANgels" which was funny. Soft, near whisper on following "in my life". He did a little spin on "that is new, that is free". Bro does not stop. Also he does a really nice accent i cant quite place properly but it works for his marius i think.

47) He LOBS the stone at the window as compared to the other two mariuses ive seen who just kinda ... toss it. Hes so awkward though. And here i wrote "he feels mature but in the coddled autistic boy way. I fw him" that about sums it up

48) amena soft on "dagger in me" which she usually doesnt do . Interesting !

49) also for some reason there was like too long a pause after heart full of love like nobody clapped. Lmfao?

50) claquesous being used as a step stool again by thenardier during the attack on rue plumet. Always hysterical

51) Didn't hold the final "somebody's here" which i dont think ive ever heard. Strange! But regardless. Will callan has quite a unique voice which i WAS fond of , i liked him a lot .

52) STILL NO JAVERT BAKER BOY FOR ONE DAY MORE👎 anyway he was harsh on "wet" in They will wet themselves with blood. So, yay!

ACT 2

53) baker boy. Cheered

54) milan's "bitch expression" as i referred to it returns when he reads Now that i knlw

55) there were so many minor backstage noises . Btw like urm someones in trouble lmfoaa

56) AMENA BLOWING ME AWAY AS USUALLLLL gooooosebumps . What a voice god shes awesome

57) loudhailer harsh on "you" and short on "this" for You at the barricade listen to this

58) djavanjolras being taller than jordanvert will never not be funny. Hes the only one bruh

59) javert's smile just FALLING when gavroche shouts LIAR is so fucking funny

60) Will callan's voice was SOOOOOOO good for A Little Fall of Rain ohhmy god its like , gentle , smooth. Delectable. He hit that shit And the heartstrings, amen. Great combo of like, disbelief and almost defeat which was heartbreaking okhhhmy gah.

61) Grantaire stopping enjolras from going to Marius after eponine dies

62) grantaire sits down and talks to javert after javert is brought out to sit on the bench which i think is hilarious . Like they were just chatting

63) valjean's gun didnt go off when he shoots the sniper in the first attack😭😭😭😭

64) javert harsh on "upside-down" in The world is upside-down

65) BARRICADE SCEEEEEENE we were fed. Javert shoved to his knees. Pause "between once a thief. Forever a thief." Harsh, growl on "if you let me go beware, you'll still answer to javert". Lapel grab AS PERRRRRR but thistime javert was struggling a bit and kept jerking away to break free . He put his hand on his chest when valjean let go. He took a couple steps towards valjean before he says "go" which was CRAZY

66) the "pretty girls" line in Drink With Me was harry 😁😁

67) grantaire and gavroche's hug after grantaires verse is always fire

68) milan very soft on all the "him"s during bring him home. VERY strong on the crescendo though as usual .. wowzers

69) 2nd attack - grantaire kinda collapses onto a barrel instead of fighting, facing the audience the whole time. After gavroche's death when he takes his body hes sniffling the whole time WHATEVERRR RR BRUH

70) enjoltaire was fed too . Hug and forehead touch before the final attack .

71) HIGHLY inconvenient death pose for grantaire . Kinda sat on the barricade and his coat mustve caught as he slid down cause itbwas basically halfway off up his arms as he kinda hung from a plank or something LMFOAAOAO

72) javert looking genuinely quite distressed over gavroche's body which is crazy mane fuck off jordan with your expressions

73) thenardier playing with the body's arm kinda shaking it after first verse of Dog Eat Dog. Harsh on "kill" in Where they kill for the bones in the street. Where tomarsier steps on marius' arse like a stool during the song's climax luke steps over him instead

74) Javert heavy breathing when he sees Valjean in the sewers . Harsh on "talks of justice". More heavy breathing before the soliloquy. Also put his gun down and clenches his fist on "take him, valjean"

75) as with stars, inflection was typical so nothing to note. jordan's expressions were EVERYWHEEEERE during the soliloquy and i love it . Eyes bulge and eyebrows up on "flick of his knife", which was delightfully harsh. Almost worried on "vengence was his". Harsh on "debt" in debt of a thief, almost shout on "damned" in damned if i yield. Arms out on "i am the law". Harsh on "valjean" and "or" but sings "Javert". 2nd verse hes CLUTCHING that parapet which was crazyyyy this man is going mental for SURE. Desperate "to hold dominion" and "it was his right". Growled "can this man". VERY strong "reprieved" by the way, holy shit. Desperate as usual on "and must i now begin to doubt". Points to the sky on "heaven" In is he from heaven or from hell. Yells "killed me" in This man has killed me. Shaky, almost sobbing breaths as he steps onto the bridge. Growls "jean valjean". Additional note, i noticed it looked as if he was muttering to himself a little towards the end before the lights fade to black . Which like , mane fuck of whagever bro

76) Very nice limp on Marius. Weird comment i just liked it. Thank god post barricade marius limp

77) Quick start on "theres a grief". Small, humourless laugh after "talked of revolution". Held "tomorrow" in Tomorrow never came for a bit longer than usual. He hit that shit on the first crescendo though HOLY moly, what a voice . Harsh on "faces" and "shadows", VERY angry on "don't ask me", and remains harsh on "what your sacrifice was for".

78) He Does wipe his tears! (Cosette entrance). (Bonus note from mossy hi: marius tries to sit down, cosette attempts to help him but he refuses and struggles to continue instead) Also for thst whole scene he was kinda facing away from cosette with a very upset expression which made me ughhhhhh:-((((. Seemed better when he looked back at cosette though YAY

79) valjean kinda hunched as he walks off after the confession. Tiny inconsequential note but i liked it

80) i love watching the ensemble for this scene SO much its so good . Tom hext with his wild hair gelled back is great, obviously And apparently was staring at thenardier's arse for most of it . Generally just a fun watch the whole scene i highly recommend

81) marius pulls thenardier by the shoulder when he tells him to go away lmfao. Also there was a dude in the back clapping when he punched thenardier and is like "whaat?" when nobody else claps with him LMFAO

82) Luke does his usual coy wave @ the lord at the start of beggars at the feast

83) i really recommend looking at everyone dancing offstage at the end of beggars - harry did a little hip wiggle dance . A few do variations of a conga line dance . Djavan"s servant character usually kicks his legs up as he wheels the table offstage . SO much fun (additional nlte: djavan's character in that scene in my top 3 ensemble characters)

84) gentle yet gorgeous climb from milan for the Epilogue . Nods on "Bring. Me. Home" URGHHHHHHH....... AND he rests his face in cosette's hair and doesnt move until "i'll obey". Nods at cosette on "i will try" who nods back. MANE FJCK OFF

85) very cozy hug between valjean and the bishop . Faces in shoulders and everything . AS USUAL HARMONY ATTHE END INSAAAAANE they are, as i wrote on my notebook, nut-busting

#les mis #textposts #show notes #go wild

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alovesreading · 9 months ago

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well, first of all, happy birthday Ella!!! and happy international women’s day!!!

as promised, here is a little teaser of what is Constant Repeat chapter 19 so far! it’s a bit unhinged and i’m literally rushing to post this and hiding my phone at work lolll (yes! a bitch got a job!!) but i hope you enjoy it!

thank you for being the best, so patient and understanding. love you all lots! 🤍🤍🤍

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There was never a moment when Alex wasn’t on the phone to Ella during the time the band was away from tour after they got together. In the tour bus, before boarding a plane, in the greenroom before and after a show. It was a miracle to even get Alex to put down his phone for soundcheck and more often than not, it was because Breana would be the one to record videos to send Ella or FaceTime the director herself so Alex could concentrate on what he was supposed to do.

It was honestly kind of disturbing to see Alex using his phone so often. The lads had definitely been teasing him over and over for not being able to leave Ella alone—to that, Alex always rolled his eyes and actually refuted them by saying he did leave her alone when she was working and couldn’t use her phone on set.

“Melt,” Matt would say after a snort when Alex would pout at his phone screen when Ella couldn’t pick up the phone or hadn’t answered one of his texts yet.

But it was days like those when Ella couldn’t stay on her phone for most of the day due to work that she would sneak into a bathroom and send him pictures she had hidden away in her phone just for him.

Like one of the first ones he got when she had been shooting an advert and she’d managed to sneak away from her responsibilities during her very short lunch break and sent him a picture she took of herself on the mirror with one of the lacy little things she had gotten for herself when she went shopping with Katie.

Alex, who was slowly sipping his beer while lazily sitting on the corner of the lounge, choked when he got a notification from Ella and opened it to a very explicit photo of her.

His eyes were wide and he couldn’t stop coughing, and he locked his phone fairly quickly when seeing everyone’s attention on him, but the picture was burned into his retinas and he needed to leave the room—his jeans started feeling too constricted.

“You alright mate?” someone asked.

The singer didn’t even have the mind to focus on who was speaking to him, he just nodded his head as he tried to calm down. Once he got his breath back, he added, “Yes, erm…”

His trailing off was met with silence since everyone wanted an explanation for his sudden coughing fit. Nosy bunch the lot of them really.

“Yeah, fine,” Alex clarified, and without leaving room for their curiosity to continue growing, he jumped off his seat and left the room with a quick, “Excuse me.”

He ran to his bunk so quickly, almost smashing his head open when he hastily climbed into his bed and closed the curtain. Unlocking his phone and getting to see the picture again left him breathless.

Ella was sitting on the floor of her room right in front of her massive mirror, burgundy lingerie set on. He had been instantly caught by the look of her tits almost spilling out of the see-through lace bra she had on, just now he was noticing that she was using the hand she wasn’t holding her phone with to shove aside her underwear and had a finger teasing her entrance.

You’re cruel, he texted back as he fumbled to undo his belt with one hand. I’m so tempted to buy you a ticket and have you in this bunk with me right now xxxxx

Alex was teasing himself over his boxers when Ella’s response came through, Made a mess already? That’s quicker than I expected ;) xxx

Squeezing himself one last time, he shoved down the fabric of his boxers and let his cock spring out. He was already leaking at the tip, all he could think about was burying himself in her, replacing her finger in that picture and teasing her with his cock until she was drooling and begging for it.

He groaned as he ran his thumb over his slick tip, wishing it was her arousal getting his dick all wet instead.

Not yet darling, but it won’t be soon before that. Wish I could make a mess of you instead xxxx

Ella giggled inside the lonely bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and noticing her flushed cheeks, the color going down her neck. She shifted in her spot when feeling a tingle run down her spine and settling between her legs. Fuck, she wished he could make a mess of her too—she missed the feeling of him pounding into her and then the warmth of his cum mixed with hers dripping out of her cunt.

She swallowed a moan as she replied, Wish you could make a mess all over me xxx

Alex groaned as he pictured his cum on her pretty face, tongue licking away the remnants of his seed on her swollen pink lips. In his mind flashed the fantasies of him cumming over her stomach, imagining Ella running her fingers over the mess and sucking on them to taste every last drop of him—the singer picked up the pace of his fist around his cock when he pictured himself licking it all up for her and spitting it all in her mouth, how she’d swallow gladly and pull him in for a hungry kiss.

It never took long for Alex to cum all over himself—or in a condom, if he wasn’t rushing enough to roll one down his length before getting himself off to the sight of her. And after the first time she complained about him not sharing proof of just how badly she affected him, Alex made sure to send her something back.

Ella drove back home with the biggest smirk on her face every time, knowing that she had a treat from him when she got back to hers. After a long day of work, there was nothing better than moaning his name as she used one of her toys while seeing pictures or a video of him getting himself off to the thought of her.

No one really said anything, because they all knew how badly it was to be away from their partners while on tour, but there were times when Alex and Ella were just too obnoxious for the lads to not taunt them about it.

Like the one time Alex felt careless enough to remain in his bunk when Ella called him late one night, her voice wavering and her breath staggering in a clear sign that it was one of those days she was too needy and had to hear his voice while touching herself.

His jeans becoming too tight as his cock grew heavy when she’d whine and whimper on the other side of the line, her thoughts incoherently leaving her mouth as she fucked herself with a toy that just didn’t feel as good as he did but was enough to satiate her need for him.

Alex’s whispers weren’t quiet enough, and the silent gasps he’d let out were too abrupt in the silence of the night to wake his mates and their wives up.

Ella’s fantasies ran loose as she came closer and closer to her climax, she painted the picture in detail as she continued gliding the dildo in and out of her dripping cunt, “I want you to bend me over the bathroom sink, and pound me from behind so hard I get bruises on my hips, baby. Want you to fucking spank me and pull my hair so I can see you through the mirror, and you can see me fucking drooling because your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

“F-fuck, baby.” Alex groaned a bit too loudly, “Gonna be squeezing me so fucking tight with that sweet cunt of yours. And you’re gonna cum all over me, yeah? Gonna drench my cock, darling?”

Ella moaned louder in response and picked up her pace as she felt herself about to fall over the edge, “Yes–fuck! Yes, Alex!”

“Go on darling, give it all to me.”

His voice dropped an octave as he quickened his pace and he started thrusting upwards to fuck his own fist. He bit his lip not to moan out loud, holding his breath when Ella’s loud mewls and moans of his name came through the phone, cumming inside the condom he’d managed to put on.

Ella’s labored breaths matched his and it was all they heard as they came down from their highs, the crackling of the signal reminded them of the distance between them and suddenly the sweet remnants of release were exchanged by the longing of being skin to skin, missing how it felt to relish in how well they fit together body and soul in the aftermath of an orgasm.

“I miss you, sweetness,” Ella mumbled sadly, “Want you right here with me.”

“Me too, darling,” Alex sighed heavily, “I hate being away from you for so long. Will make it up to you, I promise.”

“Yeah?” Ella replied, a cheeky smirk growing on her face as she went to tease him, “How will you make it up to me, baby?”

“Anything you ask for darling. A thousand movies in Los Feliz, the moon and the stars, to worship you until my jaw aches and locks.” He heard her breath hitching, “Whatever you ask for, darling, it’s yours.”

She groaned loudly, “God, I fucking love you.”

He giggled like a fool, “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” she replied easily with his usual one-liner.

Alex snorted but before he could reply, someone shouted from another bunk, “Go to sleep you filthy fuckers, I’m tired.”

The silence was loud afterwards but Ella laughed loudly after a few seconds, calling Alex out for not going to the other bunk area or the back lounge like he usually did, “You just stayed in there with everyone else?”

“You kind of didn’t give me a choice, darling. I couldn’t think straight the second I picked up and heard you saying my name like that.”

Ella snorted, “Glad to know just how badly I affect you.”

Alex sighed, a loopy smile on his face as he clarified, “Oh darling, you’ve ruined me you know that.”

“Have I?” Ella countered, as if she didn’t know.

“Horrendously so.” Alex mumbled, “Ruined forever, baby.”

Ella bit her lip before going to reply, but again, someone else interrupted their conversation, “We just wanna sleep. You’re gonna see each other on the 6th. Just– please stop it, you soppy twats.”

Alex sighed in annoyance while Ella giggled. Even if he wanted to continue, he knew he’d just have to go to bed because he was sure now everyone in the bunks were awake and awaiting him to shut the fuck up.

So he sighed again before joking loudly so the nosy bunch would stop complaining, “Sorry darling, they’re just fucking jealous.”

A choir of insults and profanities were heard, making Ella laugh again. Alex joined in her giggling before actually bidding her farewell, “Love you, darling. See you soon, yeah?”

Ella sighed contentedly from hearing those words from him. She’d never get tired of hearing them nor saying them back. Biting her lip, she replied, “Love you. Sweet dreams, my love.”

“Sweet dreams baby,” he said back before she ended the call.

When Alex went to discard the condom in the bathroom, he had gotten another round of abuse from everyone else. The bullying didn’t relent for days, and every day as Alex pouted when he FaceTimed Ella, she threatened to be even worse if they wouldn’t leave her man alone.

That only triggered more bullying, but it was funny enough to hear them all creatively picking on Alex, and how his cheeks would tint pink when they’d imitate the noises he made or the things he said to her on the phone.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make them pay when y’all get over here,” Ella promised one day after the teasing went on and on.

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heyidkyay · 2 years ago

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Just wondering if you would ever consider writing a Matty fic where he falls in love with a fan in the audience of a show? Maybe he writes songs about it all? It’s very cliche but man does it pull on my heart strings, the Cinderella of it all. Getting swept up into his life like that would be so romantic.

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Part one

Strayed a little but it’s still very much fluff filled, maybe not what you’d first expect? Idk, that sounds strange but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you for the prompt!<3

Part Two

It was official.

After days of relentless pleading and having been so blatantly coerced into it by my mum and younger sister, I’d finally relented and given in to attending the concert. And I sort of hated myself for it. Strange, I know, but now I had no choice but to see some fuck-off band- I’d never even heard of- with my teenage sister and her best mate, who were practically mad about them.

I mean, I love the girls, I truly do. With all my heart. But having to spend an entire evening with them, surrounded by a thousand other screaming fans, just wasn’t something I was looking too forward to.

And who could honestly blame me?

You see, it had all begun earlier that same week. I’d been on my lunch break, grateful to have just a minute to myself, when my mum had called. We’d gone through the motions, happy to catch up; she told me the gossip whirling round back home (next door were back to rowing again and Tracey in the post office had fallen pregnant for the seventh time); she’d asked after me, like she always did, questioned if I was eating enough, sleeping alright, if I’d met anyone new…

My mum and I had always been pretty close. She’d had me young, I was her first baby- something she never failed to remind me of- and we’d sort of grown up together. Seeing as how my father (nickname: The Sperm-Doner- yes, the caps were necessary) had gone and fallen into all kinds of shit and ultimately decided to fuck off when things had gotten too real. She was my rock, the one person I could count on to defend my corner, and always believed in everything I ever set my mind to.

It had been hard on the both of us when I’d left home, especially seeing as I was now a couple dozen cities away. But life continued on and we adapted, I went back to visit as much as I possibly could, and called whenever I had the time. Even though in moments when all I really needed was a good hug from her, it was easy to remember what I was doing this all for, and that my family was only a train journey away. They were a constant, even if they lived a couple hundred miles from me.

So she had phoned, I’d immediately noticed the stress which underlined her tone and I’d asked what was up. She’d danced around the topic as much as she could- she hated asking for things, ‘that’s my job,’ she liked to reiterate whenever something occurred and I tried to help out. But I’d dragged it out of her in the end. And oh how I now wished that I’d just left it.

Because here I was, stood in the freezing cold, outside of the O2 arena, in a line full of a couple hundred other excited fans who were all waiting eagerly for the gates to open.

The two girls were squirming beside me, so ecstatic you’d have thought that I’d gone and laced their drinks with something other than sugar, jumping all about the place whilst they squealed to one another in such a high pitched tone that anyone else would’ve believed that they were conversing in another language all together.

It was amusing to a point, because I could honestly recall the same euphoric high I’d felt when I’d finally gotten tickets to an Arctic Monkeys gig almost a decade ago now.

Internally I winced as the memory drifted to the forefront of my mind, feeling far too old for my twenty-three years.

But I could also admit that I was honestly in a tad bit of a mood, had been for the last half hour or so, because I truly fucking hated the cold. And right now? It was baltic and I was freezing my tits off.

I’d already buried my face into the opening of the leather jacket I’d thrown on that morning and wrapped my arms around my torso to enclose some of my remaining heat, but it was of little use. I was still shivering away with a frown.

I’d gotten a couple of lingering looks whilst here, something I’d noticed but could’ve cared less about. It was far too cold to be stood about waiting in any sort of line, so they could all excuse me for not being overly delighted with the whole ordeal.

I sighed and peered down at my phone screen, glancing at the time, then double checked my pockets for the tickets I’d been handed on arrival and told to guard with my life.

It was probably the twentieth time I’d done so, because who in their right mind would give me, of all people, something important to look after? I was the least irresponsible person I knew when it came to being organised.

Because listen, I could get anywhere on time, I was insanely good at that- a job interview, an airport, a school play… But nine times out of ten, I’d almost always forget the one thing I’d needed most. My resume, everybody’s passports, the wig I’d worn one halloween and promised to my younger brother so that he could complete his costume in time for his class assembly…

Yeah, so I was a bit of a mess. But who wasn’t?

Albeit saying that, I had ultimately been the one to score these tickets. My mum and step-dad had gifted them to my younger sister as an early Christmas present after she’d literally begged for months on end during the lead up to the drop of the presale.

It had just been the three of us, all sat down in the family living room, back home up north, earlier this year. We’d counted down the minutes, a dozen devices in hand and at the ready, and it had been something short of a miracle, in all truth.

The website had crashed a couple times, my step-dad’s phone had died, and then my laptop had quickly followed. The dog had knocked over a freshly made brew and almost pissed itself. And then the postman had scared the absolute life out of us when he’d knocked on the front door.

So to say that we had all breathed in sudden relief when I’d loudly announced that I’d managed it, was a MASSIVE understatement.

Note. The worst part to seeing your favourite band live; Ticketmaster.

Even the thought of doing it again had me riddled with anxiety. I shivered involuntary, whether it was from the mere idea of it, or the cold, I’d never know.

But being stood here now, I was cursing myself for having been the one to officially bag the stupid things. I sighed inwardly, if only I wasn’t such a brilliant, caring and amazing older sister. But it was a hard life, I supposed.

“I’m so excited!” My sister, Rosie, squealed, drawing me from my thoughts. She’d gripped onto Tea’s arm in her sudden bout of elation, and the two shared a maddening grin. The other girl didn’t seem to mind the tight grip her best friend held, and so I figured it was probably down to the anticipation of it all- or the fact that it was still so bloody cold.

The thing about Rosie and Tea was, they had been as thick as thieves for as long as I could remember. There’d never been one without the other, and so it was sweet to see the pair looking so forward to something like this, something which they both shared such an obvious love for.

“I know!” Tea breathed dramatically, looking a little flushed, “I want to meet them so bad, it actually hurts.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the pair, in good fun of course, because they were both so adorably obsessed.

Oh, to be a teen again.

“You two are really looking forward to this,” I commented with a light chuckle, watching on as the two girls danced around happily in the small section we’d claimed. “I just don’t get it.”

Once those words had left my lips, I instantly regretted it. Having been met with the deathly glare of two teenage girls was not something I’d offer up to just anyone.

“Are you serious?” My sister outrightly demanded, staring up at me with a face of utter bewilderment. Scarily, she looked a lot like our mum in that moment. “They’re The 1975, Y/n. They’re- incredible! You must have heard at least one of their songs!”

Tea nodded her head alongside Rosie, bobbing up and down in agreement.

I simply shrugged at the pair of them, finding amusement in their infatuation. “Can’t say that I have, Ro.”

“But, Y/n/n, you love bands! Music in general- I’d bet my whole vinyl collection that you’ll love them too!” Rosie stressed, she then smiled brightly up at me when I merely quirked a brow in retort. I dug my hands deeper into my pockets.

“I like bands, yeah. Band’s like The Stone Roses, The Kooks, Joy Division… The type that make music for music’s sake, you know? Not the kind that strive to get on the top ten, babe.”

I shook my head fondly at the two.

This band they were so enamoured by were probably just as decent as they claimed, and I could admit that simply because, well, they’d have to be to have all these crazy fans gathered in one place. But they just weren’t my cup of tea.

Ooh, talking of tea, I was proper gagging for one. I’d yet to have my daily fix, and after having been rudely rushed out of my flat early this morning, I’d been unable to stop off at any sort of coffee shop on the way over in fear of losing a spot in line.

The two teens rolled their eyes at me, and my forehead pinched when my sister pulled out a pair of headphones and all but shoved them into my ears. “Look, just listen, okay?”

I reeled back in alarm, having not expected the sudden ambush. “Christ, Ro!” I exclaimed, but the girl only huffed at me before turning to press play on her phone. She gave me a stern look. I relented.

At first, I couldn’t hear anything but the slow intro to an unfamiliar song- even with the swarm of fans gathered around me. But I continued to listen, honing in on the tempo and its melody. And as the song went on, I begun to understand why so many people enjoyed it. The lyrics, although a bit out there and entertainingly vulgar at parts, were smart and witty, they fell with the instrumental perfectly and the singer’s voice was pretty different to what I’d first expected. It made me want to really listen, to follow along, to understand the backstory.

Honestly, they weren’t half as terrible as I’d first believed. And once the outro had faded out, I actually felt a little conflicted. The song obviously had a much deeper meaning to it, but its instrumental made it so lively and energetic that I’d found myself bobbing along almost subconsciously. It was something I could see myself getting lost in, and I wondered whether or not they’d made anything more raw, or emotional.

The songwriter was definitely talented, I couldn’t deny that, they’d had gone through some shit, and I found myself longing to read deeper into their words.

“They’re sick, right?”

The headphones being ripped out of my ears brought me back to the present and I blinked slowly at my sister’s question.

“Yeah.” I shrugged a shoulder, handing over the wire. “Yeah, they’re alright. Can sort of see why you two like them so much.”

I laughed to myself when the girls faces lit up.

“They’re amazing! And you’ll so enjoy this show- as well as the boys! They’re proper nice deep down, like really care about us as fans and all that.” Tea encouraged, seemingly quite happy that I hadn’t just gone and shit all over her favourite band.

“Yeah, they’re so lovely, Y/n!” Rosie added, eyes alive as she barrelled on to explain further, “There’s four of them, right? First, we have Adam, he plays the guitar mainly- blonde, tall, only one who’s started his own little family. And then there’s Ross and George-”

“Ross is on bass, long haired with a beard, whilst George plays the drums.” Tea weighed in, before Rosie was back to chattering away again.

I was honestly beginning to feel as though I was watching an extreme game of tennis with the way my attention kept batting back and forth between them.

“Tea’s obsessed with him.” Rosie felt the need to inform me, before her face immediately brightened, “Oh, and then there’s Matty of course!”

My sister was wearing one of the biggest grins I’d ever witnessed on any singular person and I snorted when Tea rolled her eyes and made a slight dig, “You can see who Ro’s claimed.”

“Hardy har.” Rosie deadpanned, jutting a light elbow into her friend’s side before she gave me a serious look, “I haven’t ‘claimed’ him. I just…”

“You just want to have his children. Yeah, I know, Rose. You never fail to not mention it.”

Rosie stuck her tongue out in retort whilst I tried to bite back my rising amusement when they continued to bicker. The two made a right pair.

“So, what’s this Matty like then?” I questioned, wanting to know a little bit more about the guy who’d caught my sister’s eye, but mainly just eager to poke a bit more fun at her. “Come on, what’s so great about him that you’ve gone and dubbed yourself a tribute to birth his prodigy spawn?”

The girls wrinkled their noses at me, Rosie’s upper lip curled in faint disgust. “Why’ve you gotta word it like that?” She scoffed, shaking her head at me.

I chuckled, shrugging a singular shoulder. “Because I live to annoy you. So, are you gonna tell me or do I have to ask about?”

I made the effort then to pretend as though I was about to disrupt the group behind us’s conversation, but the girls were quick to waylay me, jumping hastily to grab at my outstretched hand. I smirked.

“Stop it!” Rosie all but hissed, her worried eyes flicking back over towards the people beside us before falling on me again, this time they were slitted. “God, you’re so embarrassing.”

Me, embarrassing? Hah. She should be thankful that I knew when to stop. I could still vividly recall the days when my mum had attempted the same shit with me, except she’s the type to actually follow through, leaving her daughter to stand sheepishly behind her, internally cursing the day her mother had decided to forgo an abortion. Dark, yes, but I’d also been a hormonal fifteen year old girl, so sue me.

I rolled my eyes instead of voicing this though, knowing it would only go in one ear and out the other. And ultimately, my sister sighed allowing me to prompt her on further with the rise of my brows.

“Matty, he’s the frontman basically.” She said, back to talking with her hands, forgetting about the whole ordeal.

That made sense, I thought to myself, although I’d always been a drummer sort of girl. Helders, Taylor, Fleetwood, Bonham, Moretti… I could go on.

No honestly, I could, so I was just glad that Rosie chose that moment to stop me.

“He’s a proper performer, you know? Like he just belongs up there, on stage.” My sister breathed, and she wore the sweetest look of admiration on her face. “He’s got this mop of messy black curls and he’s covered in tattoos. Wears all this cool shit and he’s-”

“-also a bit of an arsehole.” Tea summarised for her, before Rosie could get too carried away.

I blinked at my sister’s best friend in surprise, before a loud laugh bubbled out of me.

In all the years I’d known this girl, this deceivingly sweet girl, not once- once, I stress!- had I ever heard something so shameless spill from out her mouth, and with the exasperated look she had paired with it, I couldn’t hold in my delight.

“Tea!” I exclaimed, and was so tickled to see the younger girl’s cheeks redden when she turned to give me a sheepish sort of smile. “How crass! I always thought it was Rosie who’d been the bad influence between the pair of you, but now I see quite a few secrets are coming to light tonight.”

Rosie snorted in reply, “She’s done worse. Trust me.”

Tea swatted at my sister’s arm upon hearing that, widening her eyes in a silent warning.

“Oh, come off it.” Rosie waved away with a roll of her eyes. “It’s just Y/n.”

I decided to leave off of the teasing, feeling a bit bad for embarrassing the younger girl. “Yeah, I’m just messing, lovie.” I told Tea with a soft smile as I draped an arm over her shoulders to draw her in for a hug. “You can relax, nothing that happens tonight will be getting back to your mum, alright?”

“Yeah, ‘cause we all know what she’s like.” Rosie tittered under her breath and I slapped lightly at her bicep to scold her. “What?” The girl exaggerated with a high-pitched drawl, rubbing at her arm with a narrowed eyed glare that was directed towards both Tea and I. “I was just saying! And what’s with you two and smacking me about today?”

Tea giggled and I squeezed her lightly before letting go.

“Don’t talk about things that have nothing to do with you.” I told my sister simply, “Freya’s a perfectly lovely woman, just a tad…”

“Insane?” Rosie offered, at the same time Tea said, “Extreme.”

“Eccentric- was what I was going to say.” I shook my head at the duo. “Honestly, the two of you.”

The girls only laughed.

The line started to move a little while later, slowly mind, but it was a progress I was grateful to see.

Anything to get out of this chilly wind in truth.

And as we waddled along, the two teens I was with continued to speak of the band, trying to catch me up on anything and everything I’d missed before the show officially started.

Not that it helped at all. I was beyond crap when it came to things like that- recalling anything trivial- I could hardly even remember the band’s actual name and it was plastered practically everywhere around me. As well as this big box thing.

I breathed out a loud sigh of relief when I realised that we were up next, and when we were signalled over towards the gates by one of the arenas guards I could see just how nervous Rosie and Tea had grown, giddy but mostly eager to just get inside. I couldn’t help the fond smile which limned my lips then, happy to see them so excited.

“You three.” A large man, branded in a security uniform, called, jerking his head over at us. I heard the girls take a deep breath as we approached and I quietly chuckled at them. “Tickets?” He stated.

Oh shit, yeah. The tickets.

“Tickets…” I murmured quietly to myself, patting down my pockets to find them, “Tickets, tickets, tickets…”

I could feel the apprehension radiating off of my younger sister as I continued to riffle around for the poxy things, and so I flashed the bloke a wry smile before I started to unload the contents of my jacket pockets into both Rosie and Tea’s hands...

Gum, house keys, a stray tampon. Pack of haribo (because you never knew when you’d need those), ID, bank card, phone, charger. A few spare pound coins-

Oh God, that was where my Argos receipt had got to! I could finally return that shitty Nespresso machine my cousin and her fiancé had talked me into buying now.

I grinned in quiet victory whilst tucking the slip into the back pocket of my trousers.

“Y/n.” My sister stressed out in a hushed whisper, I just simply waved her off.

“They’re here somewhere. I felt them like, twenty minutes ago.” I assured her and- “Aha, told you! Three tickets, all here!”

I wore a triumphant grin when I held out the wrinkled papers towards the guard, who appeared to have been throughly amused by my prolonged charade. He took them from me to scan with a toothy smile.

“Oh cheer up, we’ll be in there in a sec.” I huffed at the girls, tucking all of my belongings back into their rightful place. Rosie didn’t look too cheerful though, but I could see that Tea’s lips had started to twitch, so I have her a conspiratorial wink in turn. Then glanced back towards the bloke, “We all good here?”

“Yeah, all good, love.” He exhaled on a faint chuckle, waving us in through the barrier without further issue. “You girls enjoy your night.”

“We will!” I promised, gifting him a gleeful smile, “You too- hope you don’t have to spend too much longer out in that cold!”

He just nodded at me, still looking rather entertained by all our antics.

“So embarrassing.” My sister felt the need to reiterate as we wondered further into the arena, practically growling.

“Oh, loosen up, would you? He was proper nice about it all. Fit too, don’t you think?” I said, glancing back over my shoulder.

But Rosie just rolled her eyes at me. Fed up, I was about to bite back at her when Tea’s unexpected gasp broke us from our little quarrel.

“Oh my god. They have the limited edition LP!”

Rosie’s eyes widened dramatically and before I knew it the two were scurrying away from me and over towards the merch stand. I sighed to myself and glanced about, hoping to see a sign that would lead me to where the bar might be.

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We were here. In the middle of a fucking mass of people, but we’d actually done it. We’d finally managed to swindle our way near the front of standing, practically touching the barriers, even after having loaded up on snacks and drinks- mine mostly alcoholic.

The girls were buzzing. Looking all cute and excited in the outfits they’d planned months in advance, singing along to the set that was playing through the speakers to keep the crowd entertained before things begun.

And me? I was getting swept up in the atmosphere. Unable to believe that I’d almost forgotten how good it all felt. Because live music was truly unmatched.

There was just something about the heavy thud you felt in your veins, how being this close to the amps could make your chest ache in the very best way, and how’d you’d have to scream just to be heard over all the noise whilst you got lost in an avalanche of happy people.

It really had been too long.

I was already a fair few drinks in by the time the opening act came out, and was chatting away to the couple crowded beside us. They were both a year older than me and studying down in Bournemouth. They’d bought their tickets off of a mate, who hadn’t been able to make it, on a whim when they’d had the cash to spare, and had decided to make a weekend out of it.

We’d actually only gotten to talking when they’d almost sloshed a canned cocktail all down my back.

I’d been startled at first, rightfully so, as this giant of a man had all but stumbled right into me, eyes as wide as saucers. His boyfriend had come to his rescue though, offered me up one in apology, and who would I have been to deny?

So I’d cracked it open, found myself pleasantly surprised by the taste, and one thing had quickly led to another and they’d ended up letting me share the bagged vodka they’d also managed to smuggle into the stadium in the bands of their socks.

To say that I’d been impressed wouldn’t have been a lie, I sort of felt like I’d found my people in truth. Because the price of alcohol at these kind of events was always extortionate. Practically daylight robbery, there was no other way about it.

And my bank account had taken quite the hit from the first trip to the stands alone. And with two teenage girls, who could care less about money unless it was their own, I’d almost wanted to shed a tear when I’d handed over my card to the boy behind the till- he’d sympathised with me, I’d seen it in his eyes as he wished us a good time.

So here I now was, pissing it up in the pit with a bunch of strangers, a medical bag full of spirits clutched tightly in one hand.

“Oh, God! Y/n, Y/n! It’s starting!”

I turned away from one of the boys to glance back towards my sister, who was staring up at the stage with this starry eyed expression, Tea was right beside her wearing the exact same face. I chuckled beneath my breath.

“You girls ever been to a show before?” Lewis, one half of the couple I’d met earlier, asked Rosie.

My sister shook her head at his question whilst the screens above us begun to distort and screams overwhelmed the arena. Lewis merely chuckled at Rosie's nonverbal reply, she only had eyes for the stage it seemed.

“It’s her first gig ever. She’s been dying to see these lot for years.” I answered for her, leaning in close so that he could hear.

I saw his eyebrows lift at the information before he was grinning against my ear. “She’ll never want to see anyone else after this!”

My forehead pinched, silently questioning his statement, but just laughed it off when a row of boxes flashed brightly above us.

Lewis and I separated on cue, just as the world around us hushed for a split second and the sudden intro of a loud guitar pierced the veil.

“Please welcome, my favourite band, The 1975!” A voice then announced and I looked up, right into the eyes of a man who’d seemingly taken claim of the stage.

His smile was wide, unmatched, as he pranced up and down the front, his hair a mess of curls as a set of drums picked up the pace of the opening beat. I had to be reminded to close my gawping mouth.

Who the fuck’s that?

And I must’ve said it out loud, because I heard Lewis snort obnoxiously from right beside me, continuing to sing away whilst the girls immediately turned towards me to shout, “Matty!”

Shockingly, their loud exclamation also managed to garner the attention of the man himself when he danced by, and I watched on as the dark-haired frontman smiled down at Rosie and Tea. Waving hello.

I was caught by utter surprise when I then found myself trapped in his heady gaze, still giggling away at the girls' hysterical reactions.

Okay. Before I continue on, I truly am putting this all down to the alcohol that was streaming through my system, because it was then that Matty appeared to pause before me for the briefest of moments.

And I didn’t dare look away. I couldn’t.

He smirked down at me, eyes so observant, and I found myself shaking my head at him with a smile of my own. But sadly he only left me with a sly wink as he traipsed away to sing out into the rest of the audience.

Rosie and Tea had squealed beside me, excited to have captured the singer's focus, whilst I tried to catch my breath.

The show continued on after that and I allowed myself to relax and get lost in the people, their heat, the music. I danced, the girls and I swayed, twirling about, Lewis and I laughed, and I even managed to sing along to a couple of songs I sort of recognised.

The current one came to an end though soon enough, and Rosie informed me with a glossy eyed smile and smudged liner that the last song was fast approaching, whilst Tea just pulled out her phone to record again.

I nodded at my sister, squeezing her close before she pivoted away back towards her best mate, leaving me to sip at the drink I’d been trying not to spill all down myself due to the constant shoving and pushing.

Minutes went by and Matty engaged with the burly bloke on bass- whose hair I found I’d rather like to touch (because honestly, how did he get it so glossy?). Before he continued on, pointing out signs here and there, and sparking up another massive round of cheers by vocalising the inner workings of his mind, which was something he supposedly did quite often. Enough for the rest of the band to begin playing again only to shut him up. That had made me giggle.

Dozens of faces passed over the main screen, most of them beaming, or crying, there wasn’t much of an inbetween. And Matty interacted with them all, grinning and joking in such a way that only screamed sincerity.

The shouts around us only started to double then when he made his way over to our section, and even my own heartbeat sped up as I watched his eyes drag over the absurdly large crowd. He was unfairly attractive, okay? I could easily see why my sister had taken such a shine to him.

He was smiling and my pulse stuttered then stopped altogether when Matty paused right by us, to look me directly in the eye, his eyebrows drawn tightly together.

“Alright, darling? Having a good night?” He quizzed me, the sudden weight of his attention making me jump even though the surrounding screams had yet to cease. “What’s in the bag?”

I glanced down at the liquid filled bag I was still holding, gaze drifting to Lewis for a split second before it darted back up towards the singer. “Vodka.” I told him before I could think better of it.

The sound Matty produced then was almost inhuman and I was actually quite proud of myself for having been the cause of it.

“Definitely snuck that in.” He accused, quieter this time around and with a growing smile. The audience laughed.

Rosie and Tea spun around to face me, huge smiles threatening to split their faces in half, as my brows pinched.

“Way to out me to an entire arena!” I instantly called back, ducking slightly to avoid the eyes of the hefty security man stood on the other side of the barricade. Matty’s cackle echoed out around me, coming from all directions.

“Oi, mate! Escort her out, will you?” Matty ordered, nodding down at the same man I’d previously noticed. “Ruining it for everyone.”

I gaped, eyes widening in sudden alarm whilst he just shook his head at me, feigning disappointment.

Thankfully though the singer was quick to go back on his word, waving the guard (who had actually begun to MOVE) off with a sway of his hand and a thoroughly amused grin.

Fuck, this man was really going to be the death of me, I thought.

I willed my racing heart to slow.

“I’m just joking, love.” Matty reassured me, eyes twinkling under the array of lights. “Spotted you a couple times tonight, actually. Like to stand out, don’t you?”

It didn’t sound like much of a question.

“Might do.”

I could physically feel my brain struggling to make my mouth cooperate, and I figured I might’ve drunk a tad too much, because I usually wasn’t this tactless. Which was how I managed to surprise even myself with the next sentence I fired back.

“Or maybe it’s just you.”

“Just me?” Matty queried with a tilt of his head, and he squatted down then, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a moment before he took perch on the side of the stage. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who spotted me.” I retorted with a smug smile, raising my voice to be heard. “I’m just one face in a thousand. Nothing I did.”

He hummed, mouth quirked to one side. “So this is all on me then?”

I shrugged casually, but my mind was reeling.

Matty laughed before he motioned me closer. “Here’re.” He prompted, jutting his chin out and willing the crowd to woefully part. “Come on, let her through. Let her through.”

I frowned but did as I was told, slipping my way past the few who had actually managed to claim the metal fence before us, quirking a confused brow up at him.

He towered above me, even from where he was seated on the stage, and I willed back my shock when he proceeded to jump down from off his perch and approach me. My heart hammered and a lump formed in my throat.

“Have you got a favourite song of ours?” He asked and I actually felt how embarrassed I must have looked in that moment, gifting the singer a sheepish smile before I quietly informed him that I didn't have one.

His head jerked back, “What do you mean, you don’t have one?”

The sudden crow of Rosie's voice sounded above the rest of the buzzing noise then and I was unsure on whether or not to be grateful for it.

“She’d never heard any of them before tonight!”

I grimaced slightly from behind the hand that had come up to hide my face, silently hoping for the ground to just open up and swallow me whole. I could feel the heat radiating in my cheeks and the tips of my ears, knowing full well that Tea was definitely recording every inch of this mortifying moment.

“Oh, so we have a fake fan within our midsts?” Matty voiced and it was full of mirth, he found pleasure in his teasing.

A soft brush touched my skin and before I even knew what was occurring my hand was being pried away from my flushed cheeks by the singer himself, who looked me dead in the eye and had the utter nerve to wear the most devastating grin.

“Is this all part of your plan? Lure me in and then break my heart. How’re you at my gig, after never having heard a single one of our songs?”

“I’ve heard a few!”

But my attempt to defend myself was waylaid, it seemed Matty had other ideas.

The frontman nodded over towards Rosie, who blanched under his gaze. “Go on. Tell me more. What’s her motive here?”

I watched on as Tea nudged my younger sister into talking, Rosie too shellshocked to remember that she had the biggest gob I’d known to man.

“Um,” My sister startled, blinking away before she took a deep breath, “I dragged her along tonight. Me and my friend, we’re huge fans!”

“Lovely to meet you. Glad you could make it- only wish you’d made a listener out of this one beforehand!”

“We’ve tried!” Rosie exclaimed with an exasperated sigh that had me rolling my eyes. It appeared as though she'd reverted back to her usual self, despite being under the gaze of her favourite person in the entire world. Yes, you could be assured that that was an actual quote.

“Oh it’s like that is it?” Matty asked, peering down at me. I couldn’t tear my gaze away, his brown eyes smudged with kohl making them that much more enticing.

His attention differed then, flitting back towards my sister.

“She seemed to be enjoying the set whenever I looked over though, so what happened?”

“She’s stubborn!” Rosie shouted back, and I could hear her muffled laughter through the crowd, probably upon seeing me so put out.

“Stubborn, are we?” Matty smirked, and his lips were by my ear before I knew any better, his mic long forgotten. “I like a challenge.”

And then he was gone, back to wooing the crowd and making the most of having all this attention.

I let myself slip back into the seams, breathing heavily as my sister and Tea joggled me about, Lewis and his boyfriend beaming madly from ear to ear. I tried to focus.

What had just happened?

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yazihowell · 19 days ago

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Hello! I have a questions about TIT!

I heard Dan sings a song? Does he have a nice voice? Did he sing as a joke? Was it a good song?

Did you go alone? Did you get to meet them?

Any information is fine, I'm just also very excited ^-^

hi!!

yes, they both sing! it starts out as sort of jokey, as in dan brings out a ukulele and jokes that it’s not an apology. phil says it should be and dan says we should be the ones apologizing to them (and in toronto we all yelled “sorry!” lol). dan starts singing and phil joins in and it’s about a minute long of the cute little ukulele song, then dan smashes it on the ground and tells the dj to drop the beat. it then turns into unironically such a good song??!!?? it’s definitely my favourite out of all the tour songs, and the dance is really fun too!

dan does have a good voice, they both do! i think they took vocal lessons for this, because their voices have both really improved since ii and even wad. the second part of the song isn’t jokey, it’s more like ii/tatinof in that it’s a full performance with an instrumental backing and a dance (there’s also auto tune in the vocal backing that scratches my brain really well, but they do sing live too!)

i technically went alone in that i bought just one ticket, but i met friends through twitter! my seatmate and i dmed for months beforehand so we were comfortable with each other which was so great, and some people from the titronto gc (about 8 of us) met at the mall before the show!

i did meet them, yes!!! it was my first time meeting them and i can go into detail about that if you or anybody else is interested, they are incredibly sweet and it was the most amazing thing ever.

i hope you have so much fun when you go - i’m assuming you’re going since you said you’re excited!!! i think it’s their best tour yet, and they worked very hard to make it as incredible as it is 🖤💙

#thank you for asking! i’m having so much fun with these asks #phan #dan and phil #tit spoilers #terrible influence tour #terrible influence spoilers #dnptit #titronto #tit tour

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callmearcturus · 1 year ago

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sup i'm watching rogue nation and just analyzing physicality

i did this with fallout before, time for my fave

sue me but i do really like the IMF plant that ethan immediately imprints on at the start of Rogue Nation, the very slow way he approaches as they poke each other about music history, it's measured and its not direct, he's moving at angles. "Do you know why they called him Shadow?" "Because he had a very light touch." That feels like the call-and-answer to confirm he's IMF, but they immediately are vibing so strongly that it could just be a conversation. It's cute! it's also just fun for me to compare Oldthan versus Twinkthan, bc younger Ethan never felt approachable, he felt like an intruder to be handled. Older Ethan either knows how to turn that default intimidation off or it's not his default anymore.

When Lane makes Ethan watch, there is a completely unmasked rawness in Ethan's face as he realizes this plant he could have probably lingered around the shop to talk music with is about to die and it's a staged act specifically for him. She didn't do anything except be someone to hurt Ethan with. It's kind of an interesting play with the idea of fridging? That is explicitly what is happening here, it's a manipulation on Ethan, and he knows it, and yet it's going to work, it's a hook Lane makes him swallow.

ZOOM IN ON ETHAN'S EYES. like goddamn. McQ. /whistles

WHY DOES EVERY INTERROGATOR IN THIS SERIES HAVE LIL VIALS OF INTIMIDATION?

i am O B S E S S E D with the omnidirectional horniness of the Bone Doctor. there is an almost effete weirdness to him, he has super odd gestures. given how few lines he has, he still has a ton of interesting lil moments, like the putting his finger in his mouth to remove his ring, and the wink when he steals benji and the very off little judgy face when he unmasks benji later. dude is doing a lot, i see why TC and McQ were like "actually he's not gonna die in this scene, we changed our minds, we love the bone doctor"

ethan sees the omnidirectional horniness and sluts it up in response obvsly

FUCKING VAULTING UP THE POLE LIKE A LUNATIC

Punct pointed out that, like, presumably this was Ethan's escape plan the whole time, he doesn't do it until Ilsa is in danger, ergo he could have done it at any time, he was just hanging out to get some info from his torturers first. why the fuck is he like this. also that arm strength is truly 100% batshit

the fucking barefoot combat is so funny to me. yes obvsly both of them are barefoot for this, its a Shared Intimacy. we now know that in the original plan, Ilsa was in those fucking heels for this sequence until TC was like "take em off" so my question is was ethan in shoes before that? because if I was a weirdly astute actor-producer who understood the inherent symbolism of that motif, i would also make sure my character was barefoot to establish that thread of vulnerable connection to one of my two love interests.

lmao behind ethan in the phone booth is an ad for "unhurried massage and domination" its an ad for my fic actually

its small but the way ethan does not know where the fuck to go for a solid moment after everything's gone tits-up is nice. he has no plan, he doesn't know what his next step is. and he's been shot.

also Benji's interrogation scene is delightful

There is that moment of eye contact across the room that's like "well, here we are again" with these two, who have been covering for Ethan this whole time

and RIGHT before Benji starts lying out his ass with grace and poise, there's just this tiny smile of acknowledgement on Brandt's face, it's like two frames before the cut happens, but it just speaks to how Brandt is fully aware that Benji is going to pull this off like he does every fucking week

Rogue Nation really is Benji's movie, full stop

also he is so genuinely happy to be going to the opera. like, he's an IMF ghost, he should be ultra suspicious of winning a sweepstakes to get tickets in the mail, but he doesn't care, his job is miserable and he loves theatre so much he'll take the win

#rogue nation #long post #mission impossible

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queen-in-the-shadows · 6 months ago

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Just a little drabble before I get up to go hangout with Ivry…

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @moonlightndaydreams @thightswideforhanin @2mins-world @noellllslut

Based on last nights dream. It felt so real I stg I was gonna cry because why couldnt i have finished it!!!??? Nothing spicy (yet? 👀 maybe ill come back with part 2)

You and your group of friends finally made it through the security and ticket line, heading to find the seats where you would watch the show. You had managed to snag tickets together to watch Stray Kids and a few other groups performing together, and the seats were *nice*. Not front row, but you could see the stage and that was all you wanted. You sat on the very end of your group, deciding to be the one to cap you off since you wouldn’t hold back saying something if it were needed.

By the time the lights in the arena are dimming and the sun is mainly set, you notice about 8 seats directly in-front of you that are just… empty. It was mind boggling, because it was hell on earth to get the tickets you got so how were there 8 seats here that were empty? That meant there was probably more in other sections and rows, and you refused to believe that truth. You inhale-exhale a deep sigh, letting go of the facts sitting in front of you to debate later with your friends when you go out for food after the concert and decide to focus on the beauty that is Stray Kids on stage, right before their set begins.

In no time Stray Kids have finished their performance set, and you’re positively gushing while gushing to your friends over it. “It was so good!! I don’t think I can go home. This is it, this is peak living, I will die here today.” You sigh with a hand placed over your forehead as you mock-swoon, before you notice that the seats that were empty in front of you… they’re now taken? You don’t get much of a good look, and almost reach to tap one of the apparent fanboys on the shoulder before you see his side profile. You drop your hand, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline before you lean back into your own seat again. None of your friends seem to have noticed. How has nobody noticed?! That right there!!! That is THEE Banhg Christopher Chan and you would bet your left tit on it (yes only the left. it’s the one above your heart, where those 8 boys have declared their home, so it’s only fitting.) So how have none of your friends noticed? You turn to look at them and see that they’re all so engrossed in talking about the performance while waiting for the next group to come on stage, random songs of the groups playing through the speakers, that they aren’t even paying attention to you.

In the corner of your eye, you swear you Chan’s head and shoulders drop, in what can only be defeat, and you turn back to facing forward, head tilted just enough to be the reason your friends tease you for being so puppy-coded. (“you’re such a puppy!” “its not my fault my brain goes ‘huh?’ and decides yes to inform requires tilt!!”) You notice you’ve caught a very slight side-eyeing from the leader of the group directly in front of you, and try your best to give just a subtle wave, something that could be played off if one of your friends did catch it, and are shocked when you see his hand rise and wave back, a smile on his shrouded face.

this was all i managed to dream and i am so devastated. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT BRAIN?! HUH?!

also most definitely *not* my best work? this was literally written up in like 15 minutes because I couldnt get the dream out of my head. maybe ill continue it one day! maybe ill fix it up too. who knows.

#bianca rambles #for the girls (gn)#for the moots #bianca actually wrote?#dream writing #stray kids #stray kids x reader #bianca rambles: skz #bianca writes #dream a little dream of me

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year ago

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Okay so idk if it’s just me being tired as fuck (#newborn life) but I’m trying to wrap my head around all the different theories and I keep getting confused.

So here are the main theories, with their evidence. Note that this contains spoilers.

1. What we know (spoilers):

We know that both Ivy and Flo are coming (back) to the villa.

There is a postcard which seems to show Ozzy with his arm around Flo.

There is a postcard which seems to show Elliot looking at some girl naked in the shower.

Assets exist in which we can pie our original LI “hard” or pie them “soft” for snog/marry/pie.

2. What we don’t know:

If anyone will be ALLOWED to stay single. They're allowed on the show and we were allowed in season 2, but we weren't last season. Bella/Chloe also made a point of saying "twisting might be the safer option".

Whether or not MC (or Marshall) will appear in the postcards

Which TWO of the below THREE options will be true.

Side note: Fusebox have recently cracked down on spoilers so a lot of them have been taken down from tumblr. I don’t have copies so please don’t ask for them, this is just what I can remember.

Theory #1: Elliot twists.

Likelihood: Almost 100%

Points to support:

Bella/Chloe said he was sad, but that he was still going to pursue finding a connection.

… he’s staring at a girl’s tits in the shower. Yeah, I know he didn’t have his glasses on, but that’s no excuse. He didn’t stumble blindly into the bathroom with earplugs in, he KNOWS he’s in the bathroom and the shower’s running.

He is, for all intents and purposes, single. There is absolutely no benefit to him “staying loyal” because MC has ‘gone home’. He’s been handed a golden ticket to crack on in casa because he might be the first islander ever to go in single.

Points against: 4. If MC appears in the boys’ Casa postcards, he might not switch.

Theory #2: Original LI Twists

Likelihood: 50/50 with #3

Points to support:

Snog/Marry/Pie asset gives 'pie hard' or 'pie soft', implying they might've done something that would deserve being pied hard.

There’s already significant drama with Ozzy/Marshall, so they may try and balance that out by having Ozzy be single and our OG LI be the one that twists. (Although this could also work the other way, see point 4)

There are a wider cohort of people who would be impacted if the OG LI was the one to twist- not everyone is on an Ozzy route. So in terms of ‘bang for your buck’, it’s more likely.

Points against:

4. FB seem to be leaning towards making Ozzy the default LI, which means most of the drama will be centred around him. They may give us a loyal Day One (/Roberto) as an alternative to that.

5. Bella/Chloe tells us that our Day one (YES AND ROBERTO) was proper devastated and didn’t really know what to do.

Theory #3: Ozzy twists

Likelihood: 50/50 with #2

Points in support:

He’s pictured in the postcards with Flo.

Marshall has told us that Ozzy is untrustworthy and will “move on to the next pretty girl he sees”

Andy told us Ozzy isn’t physically attracted to Grace. Ozzy also thinks we have gone home. With these two points under consideration, why would he stick?

Points against:

4. Marshall seems shady. If he’s actually the ‘evil’ twin (lol), he could definitely just be trying to get into our head, perhaps to steal his brothers girl.

5. Ozzy did not have a 'pie hard' or 'pie soft' option - implying he might not have done anything wrong to deserve it...

What are your guys’ thoughts? Personally with all this I’m leaning towards #1 & #3 but idk.

#summary #LITG s6 #LITG theories #litg spoilers

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jikjinz · 1 year ago

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★﹐take our time ．﹗﹑

cw: bae hoyoung x fem!reader; bath sex, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up); nipple play, marking, praise, petnames (baby, darling); lmk if i missed something

words: 1 170

a/n: hi hello! this was supposed to be an entrance for this year's kinktober but reality creeped its way into my imaginary bubble and i can't write the whole stuff; that's why yall get some random crumbs i'll manage to puke out and hope it'll be quite consistent. lmk if you liked it and reblog if you did!!! it really helps <333

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that’s a one hell of a stressful day, you think as you enter your flat. but that’s about to change, all thanks to your boyfriend.

“hoyoung?” you ask loudly so every inch of the void in the flat can hear you. placing your bag on the floor and taking off your shoes, you proceed deeper into the flat. the atmosphere is… intriguing. the dim light of the small lamps in the living room to the nice scent, your favourite one, that’s not thick, nor intense, just enough to tickle your sense in a pleasant way.

“hi, darling.”

that’s when your beloved boyfriend comes out of your shared bedroom, with a sheepish smile, visibly excited to finally see you back. although when he notices your tensed body and the tired gaze with which you look at him, he’s about to fight the world.

“i thought that you’d like a warm bath after such a day, let alone a whole week. i have your favorite wine as well,” hoyoung starts, effectively covering up his worried tone with his words and actions, as he gets closer to you and slowly reaches for your hand. as your fingers intertwine, you smile and try to blink the slowly-forming tears away. having such a boyfriend was like a winning lottery ticket.

“will you wash my hair?”

“sure. whatever makes you happy, darling.”

slowly, you two make your way to the bathroom, where already set candles are waiting for being lit, a bottle of wine is in a small bowl filled with ice, and the bathtub is filled with bubbles, scent of the used salt nicely filling the air. as you undress, you ask hoyoung to join you. though he’s taken aback for a second, he agrees. soon, you two enter the filled bathtub, and the much-wanted and extremely needed relaxation slowly takes over your body.

your back rests on his chest as your muscles slowly give in and relax thanks to the water’s temperature. soon, hoyoung asks if you want a massage and in no time after you saying yes, his hands reach to your shoulders. and that’s when you take him off-track again. because you grab his hands and guide them lower and to your front.

“i want you so bad, baby,” you say when placing his hands on your tits, head turning to the side to look at your boyfriend as much as you can; the desperate look you give him and the way you whisper those words has him in a chokehold. though he smiles and leans forward to meet your face.

“whatever makes my darling happy.” and with a gentle kiss, hoyoung starts to caress your body. his palms go lower and lower your body with each kiss he’s giving you. the thought of a sweet release provided but no one else but hoyoung, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, is already turning your brain into mush. “darling, slow down. it won’t be so fun if we rush things.”

you try to complain but your brain has signed off. all there’s left is mush and desire mixed with lust and sexy thoughts including your boyfriend. he sees how desperate you are, how much you want it, and he understands it. but he also knows that without preparation it’ll only hurt both him and you. so that’s why his hand cups your pussy, caressing the folds with his fingers.

“i’ll make you feel so good, darling. focus on me and i’ll do you so fine you forget that you were so stressed in the first place,” that’s what hoyoung whispers into your lips before placing a long and hasteful kiss, distraction to his finger pushing slowly past your folds. you whimper in content at the feeling, closing your eyes a bit but quickly opening them when you feel his thumb on your clit. “i love those sounds of yours. i love to hear your voice and all those lewd noises you make. it’s so fucking hot, darling.”

every time it takes you by surprise how the sweet hoyoung can say such dirty things… but you love it. it only turns you two on even more, causing you to moan softly against his lips as he kisses you again, and again, thrusting his finger in and out, soon adding the second one.

“can you take another one, darling?” his eyes darkened with lust now are clouded with worry but when you squirm in his embrace, already being a moaning mess, he can’t hold himself for so long. with the other hand, he’s cupping one of your tits, fondling it and playing with your already hardened and incredibly sensitive nipple. “cum for me, darling. you’re doing so great and i’d like to devour you soon but we’ll take our time…”

he’s whispering those words right into your ear. his voice always makes you weak, especially when he’s whispering and breathing right on your neck. because you know that with his whispers he’s about to sloppily kiss his way from your ear to your shoulder, leaving some marks by the way as well. and that’s the final straw to your high.

“my pretty darling, done so well. i’m proud of you.” hoyoung says with a smile that says a lot: he’s in awe, he’s lovestruck, he’s savoring the feeling of your walls clamping on his fingers and how you ride out your ecstasy. as you breathe heavily and fall tired on his chest, you smile at the view of his features; the overly cute smile hiding his eyes clouded with desire for you. you know you’re in for a ride and you’re happy to oblige.

as you whine when hoyoung pulls out his fingers, you know you’ll get the good stuff in a sec because you can feel his hard-on between your plushy ass-cheeks. chuckling at the thought, you grind a bit against his length, whining when hoyoung’s hands grab your hips and keep you in place for a second.

“don’t rush it. we have a lot of time.” but he himself can’t really hold it anymore. you whine again at his words but thankfully that state is not so long, since in a blink you’re being guided on his dick, slowly sinking down on his nicely-filling length. that’s when your mind shuts down completely; all you think about is to get yourself off thanks to the nice feeling of being full, as hoyoung hits all the good spots inside you.

you take his hand to guide it to your tit again, the other one tightly gripping hoyoung’s other hand to keep balance. and so you bounce on his dick, thoughts hazed with a fuzzy desire to cum on his length and to be filled with him for as long as you can. your boyfriend is doing everything he can to help you, nuzzling his face in your neck, pinching on your tits and nipples, thrusting into you as much as he can.

you have to admit, that’s a fantastic way to end a terrible week… or every week in general.

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smittenkittens-blog · 4 months ago

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The Front Row Show

Her favourite artist was coming to town, and as soon as the tour dates were announced, she was buzzing. It was so cute to see this beautiful girl so happy and exuding such vibrant energy as the day got closer. With tickets booked for her and her man, she was agonising the day of the show on what to wear.

She chose a cute cropped top, that showed off her gorgeous stomach and a denim skirt that tightly hugged her curvy hips. He walked into the room and wolf-whistled when he saw her, praising her for being such a gorgeous little girl and patted her on the head. His hands were behind his back and she smiled up at him, asking him ‘What you got there, babe?’

He said ‘I’m glad you asked…’ and produced his hand, opening his palm to show what looked like a piece of fine jewellery. Except, it wasn’t. It was bejewelled, yes. But it also vibrated and changed colour. She smiled and giggled, saying ‘You’re so naughty babeeeeee…’ but her eyes were fixated on the plug. It looked so shiny and she knew she could take it so well. Turning around, she bent forwards, lifting up her tight denim skirt and spreading her toned legs for him. He kissed and spat on the plug and her ass, eating it out as she moaned for him. Her panties staining with her pussy juice, as he slowly shoved the plug into her tight little asshole.

She winced a little at the pain but moaned as well, until her asshole clenched on it. He took out his phone and opened the app, testing the vibrations and the light effects. ‘My little fairy light decoration slut… you look so beautiful!’ She blushed at his words and swooned, her nipples hard against her crop top. He chuckled and said ‘My attention whore wants her tits stared at, doesn’t she??’

As he said that, she kissed him on the cheek and they left for the concert. The drive was not too bad but traffic was picking up. And his passenger? Let’s just say her mind and heart were racing. Not just with excitement for the concert either. All the way, he teased her asshole, pulsing the plug on and off. During security check at the venue he even turned it up to maximum and she squealed and smacked him in the arm. Getting there early meant that his good girl led them all the way to the front where she could be closest to the performer.

The concert began, opening acts coming and going. And with every few minutes, the dirty little girl grew ever impatient. Grinding her ass on her man. Groping at his jeans. Kissing him deep during the love songs. She was dripping from her holes and losing control, when the main act hit the stage.

When the hits began to flow and the crowd sang along, he grabbed her top. Just as the singer looked down at her and handed her the mic, her man pulled down her top and began groping her tits. On the big screen, her bosom was on full display. The crowd whooped and cheered, the singer did too. And she blushed. Singing along while struggling to keep thinking straight, her nipples being twisted by her man. She sang almost the entire chorus as he unzipped his pants. Feeling her skirt ride up she sang off tune, almost panicking but he held her in place and slid his thick cock into her tight pussy.

Moaning on the mic, the entire crowd was going wild. She put on a brave face, still singing along with her favourite performer. Her mind now firmly on her man pounding her cunt. The plug lit up and vibrated harder than ever, and she was dazed.

Not only was her favourite artist watching her get fucked, but the screens kept showing her getting railed. Even if they didn’t know it obviously in the melee of people there, they whooped and cheered every time she came on the screen. Her man thrusted hard and fast, inviting strangers to look at his good girl getting fucked. But eventually, both men and women began to get bolder.

She lost count of the number of hands that groped, slapped, choked or fingered her. Lost count of how often she came or how many loads her man put in her pussy or her ass. She felt fucked out and weak as the crowd finished singing along to the encore. With the crowd filtering out of the grounds, she felt her man’s strong arms wrap around her. Picking her up and kissing her on her forehead, he carried her back to the car.

On the way home, she wrapped herself around his arms and fell asleep so soundly. In her dreams, she was reliving the best concert of her life. The Front Row Show, that she will never forget.

- 🤍🤍

whoever wrote this, i’m wet and horny and it’s ur fault.

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Seeing Def Leppard and Motley Crue at the Stadium Tour in Bramall Lane, Sheffield - 22/05/2023✨

Ok I’ll try and keep this as brief as possible, but I also want to include as many fun details as possible! also how has it been eXACTLY ONE WEEK since this happened aAAAH??? (from when I'm posting this at least)

Before the Show

So we started queuing at 8:30am, and we weren’t even the first people there! There was a group who had been queuing since 4am!

We immediately clicked with this group and we ended up becoming great friends, and they made the experience much more enjoyable!

I also had a few issues with my ticket, as I needed to print it but never got the chance (story for another day) so I had to go down to the ticket office like three times😅

Just before we went in the nerves suddenly hit me: I HAD to get my spot that I’d queued 7 hours for.

As soon as I was let in I got the biggest adrenaline rush of my entire life, and although the staff were telling me not to run, I ran, and they didn’t stop me.

And I got a spot at the barrier with my friends!

it was at this point that reality started to set in...

after 7 months of waiting for this very moment I was HERE

Vivas came on after about 45 mins and they were AMAZING???

I was just looking at Tyler the entire time tbh bc he looks sO MUCH LIKE SAV ITS AAAAAA

also the lead singer was absolutely losing his mind at how big of a gig this was for them and I felt so happy! His joy was honestly infectious and I think they’re gonna do great things!

Mötley Crüe

After Vivas it was about a 30 min wait until Crüe, and every time we thought they had finished setting up the stage they added one more thing lmao

also Ryan was hanging around in the photo pit and he took our photo AWWW

I saw him the next day and he actually sent it to me, so now I have the very photo that Ryan Sebastyan himself took!

anyways the stage set up for Crue was just a little over the top imo perhaps to compensate whaaaat

they also had this extremely long opera(?) intro which just went on for way too long

and then they had that fuckin aLARM THING WHICH WAS SO LOUD

when the guys eventually did come on I will admit it was incredibly surreal... like tHAT is Nikki Sixx RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME??

Nikki was wearing the coolest jacket at first I want 23 of my own

Vince was uuuh Vince

like he wasn't terrible in person but listening back it is... not great

aNYWAY John 5 was actually so cool and fits in with them really well but he’s just not Mick Mars soz John

he also did this thing where he just drooled over the side of the podium?? like bro that was just so unnecessary JHGFGJK

also the music was just sO LOUD I found it hard to tell which some was which at first aND I WAS WEARING HEARING PROTECTION

at one point Nikki threw a bottle of Fiji Water and it landed right behind the security guard in front of me... I didn't want it😂

about midway through the set Nikki addressed the crowd and actually brought a kid up on stage and took a selfie with him which I thought was really cool!

Aaaand then Tommy addressed the crowd and asked women to show their tits🙃 and of course some did. oh Tommy

then they played Home Sweet Home and let me tell you Tommy can sHRED on a piano

tbh the strippers (yes for those that dont know they have *female dancers* dancing on stage to some of the songs) were probably putting in the most effort out of anyone up there

I think my favourite part was when they did the medley of covers, so Smokin’ in the Boy’s Room, Blitzkrieg Bop and Anarchy in the UK

they ended with Kickstart my Heart which was a lot of fun!

Def Leppard

it is TIMEEEE

there wasn't a long wait at all until leppard bc I think the show was a little behind schedule

but then when the countdown came on the screen it was the longest 6 mins of my life

and then Joe’s cover of Heroes came on and AAAAAAAH

THEN IT WAS THE INTRO TO TAKE WHAT YOU WANT

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

THERE THEY ARE DOING WHAT THEY DO BEST

it wasn't so much of a shock seeing them in person as I had seen them at the signing two days ago, BUT STILLL THATS THEMMMM

And Joe was wearing this soon to be ICONIC Union Jack blazer

Sav was wearing a polka-dot gradient suit (you know the one)

Phil and Viv were wearing THEE most gorgeous suits

Tho I'm kinda disappointed that Phil wasn't shirtless😪(jk)

And Rick in his sparkly tie dye shirt which I another thing I want 245 of

honestly the rest was a bit of a blur but in a good way!

I started losing my mind whenever they would come out onto the catwalk bc tHEY WERE SO CLOSE AND LOOKED ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

aLSO they're recording the performance for a DVD (I think) so hopefully we will be able to watch back the pro shot version at some point!

also I hope I'm in it bc at one point they were in the photo pit pointing a camera directly at me BBFJKBFJK

oh also Ross Halfin was there I forgot to mention that LMAO

I think during Armageddon It something happened in the crowd behind me bc the security guards were standing on the barrier basically leaning tf on me as if to get a closer look at what was happening

so yeah I missed the majority of that song LOL and I never did find out exactly what happened, although I did hear that someone got escorted out

also just before Love Bites my phone died so I spent the first half of that song faffing about with my portable charger which thankfully charged your phone super fast

they also played Promises which for some reason caught me right off guard? it was so good tho and I didn't realise how hard it went until I heard it live!

and then it was the acoustic section which I was looking forward to the most (tho I honestly think it got cut short bc they only played like two songs and the show was behind schedule) bUT IT WAS STILL ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

This Guitar is my fave off of DSH and hearing it live was just incredible

I love how you can just hear all their voices so well

aLSO IT WAS DEDICATED TO STEVE😭

Joe also said that Steve’s mum was in the audience and I think everyone in the stadium started to cry

and then it was Joe and Sav’s lil duet in When Love and Hate Collide which was so awwww

I can’t believe I actually got to hear Sav sing irl sOMEONE RESUSCITATE ME

anyways moving on, hearing a stadium sing “ROCKET, YEAHH!” is a religious experience I stg and its just something that cannot be replicated in a video

OMG HEARTBREAK AND SWITCH WENT SO HARD

the power that Phil and Viv held while walking out together onto the catwalk playing mf Switch 625

and then they started playing Hysteria and everyone started crying again

also they did the new alternate ending and if you weren't crying before you were then sorry I dont make the rules

The last song was Photograph ofc and thy put a bunch of photos from the leppard archives onto the screens🥺

they also put a bunch of photos that Ryan took of the crowd and tHE ONE WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS WAS UP THERE AAAAH

and just like that, Kings of the World started to play

I felt like my entire life had been leading up to those 90 mins

it broke my heart to walk away from the spot I had queued 7+ hours for, but my head was now full of incredible memories

bring on Wembley!

#OMFG that was l o n g #but it was so much fun reliving all the lil memories #its been a week and I miss Them every day #110% the best day of my life #if you ever have the opportunity to see Leppard then DO IT #you will not regret it #I can confirm that I will be going to as many of their future shows as humanly possible from now on #anyways stay tuned bc I'm not done with my Sheffield posts yet👀#Def Leppard #Motley Crue #Concerts #The Stadium Tour #Sheffield

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freakingoutthesquares · 2 years ago

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Tigger Pissed On Me. Or: The skeletons in Pulp's Closet Words: Nick Griffiths Taken from Deadline, July 1992

Welcome to widescreen, stereophonic anecdote-drama, with extra special guests, Pulp. Meeting them is a privilege.

The scene

Bunjies Coffee House, London, aka "The Folk Cellar", where the strains (literally) of celebrated folk guru, Gary Numan, are piping through cappuccino stained speakers. Enter three members of Pulp, Sheffield's answer to strangeness in pop - proof that Sheffield at least has an answer to something. Someone once wrote that Pulp took the stage "looking like the escape party from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", which was unfair. Drummer Nick's uncle is (the) Gordon Banks. Guitarist/violinist Russell maintains (misguidedly, even though he does stare a lot) that he is "the guy from Sparks". I suggest that singer/guitarist/object-of-impressionable-girls-desires Jarvis Cocker looks ever so slightly like Jimmy White. He does not take this as a compliment.

Skeleton One

RUSSELL: It was a snowy day and I was going to see a film. I arrived at the cinema, and there was a queue outside of about 20 people. I was behind this girl that I vaguely knew and l just started making conversation: "It's cold isn't it?: Yes it's cold: Very, very cold: Yes it is, very cold. Feel my cheeks." And I felt her cheeks and there's me thinking - cold, like a fridge - and I said, "Oh yeah, can I put my meat in your mouth?" People in the queue started turning round, and I'm holding her cheeks, and at that point the connotation of what I'd said dawned on me, so I tried to rectify it. The whole queue's watching me and I'm going - cause it's cold, like a fridge - I still had to stand there in that queue, cause to have gone off would have been admitting that was like, y'know... She never spoke to me again.

Skeleton Two

JARVIS: I once wore pink tights and a blonde wig for a school play, Twelfth Night. It was good though, because I got to feel the English teacher's breasts. We were doing a dress rehearsal and there was this bit where I had to make a gesture and land my hand on this girl's breasts. Which was a good part for me, cause I wore specs at school and had bad teeth, so I never used to get girls. But then she was ill this day and the English teacher, who everybody fancied, stood in for her. Halfway through the scene I realised I was going to have to grab hold of her tits. So I did, and everyone was going "What were it like? What were it like?"

ALL: What was it like?

JARVIS (Enviably nonchalant): It was alright.

Skeleton Three

JARVIS: Russell used to be a rocker. He used to be into Hawkwind (To Russell). Did you ever wear a lab coat?

RUSSELL: Ahem. No, I didn't actually, no.

JARVIS: And he used to have a very thin pencil moustache.

RUSSELL: I was in a heavy rock band called Isengard.

JARVIS: Isengard?

RUSSELL: It's a valley in Lord of the Rings.

Skeleton Four

JARVIS: Nick's got Nina Hagen written on his drum bag.

NICK: That was my friend's.

JARVIS: These are the excuses he comes out with.

NICK: I did go and see some very dodgy punk bands. I went to see Angelic Upstarts in Rotherham. Me and a couple of mates were right up for it. We got the tickets and on the day thought "Fookin 'ell, there'll be loads of skinheads there; we might get beaten up." I put on this punk T shirt to go down there and we decided to go in the back way in case there were loads of skinheads round the front. We got close to the entrance and still thought there may be loads of skinheads there, so we decided to go round to a friend's house and come back later. In the end we never actually got to the concert cos we were so scared of getting beaten up by skinheads.

Skeleton Five

RUSSELL: I got pissed on by a tiger on a school trip.

DEADLINE: What were you doing lying underneath a tiger?

RUSSELL: No, we were at the zoo and it was time to go, and I'm looking at this tiger and it's looking at me. It turned it's back on me and cocked its tail - and have you ever seen Tomcats spray? Tigers do it, like, big stylee. There was no escape from it: It was just like "Ppsssscchwooosshh". And I'm saturated in this tiger piss and it's like "time to go now". What do you do? I'm sat on this coach seat on me own and all the way back they were going "What's that horrible smell?". It's like "Oh, Miss, a tiger pissed on me". What can you say?

Skeleton Six

RUSSELL: I tried to fly. I used to have a cacky conservatory with a red and white striped awning made of plastic. And I decided to make it into a hang-glider - although hang-gliders weren't really invented at this stage; It was just a big kite. I made this massive thing about 15 foot long and I'm running up and down our road. like, jumping. And I took it on our school field and there's all these people watching me, and I'm running down it and I did start to take off, and it nosedived and landed on top of me. So I'm trapped underneath and I couldn't crawl out, and everybody's lying around laughing. Then I had to drag it back home and nobody would help me. I was really pissed off. Dragging this thing back like it was a bloody cross or something.

Skeleton Seven

JARVIS: I used to have loads of rubbish hobbies. I had collecting badges - nice big ones.

DEADLINE: What sort?

JARVIS: Oh, anything - double glazing... Even me Mother was always trying to get me to write to Swap Shop to be on it. She even knitted me a jumper and said, "You can put all your badges on that", Which I thought was sad. She asks me if I've still got it.

Skeleton Eight

JARVIS: We did our first ever concert at school. We decided we wanted to have dry ice, so we had a word with the chemistry teacher about it and he said, "Oh yeah, yeah, I'll sort you something out". We played this concert on the school stage and there was the chemistry teacher with two swotty kids, and he had a bunsen burner. And he kept getting a bit of magnesium ribbon and it'd just go 'pff'. And that was supposed to be pyrotechnics. It was like a little chemistry lesson at the side of the stage. A bit of green smoke that only went a couple of inches. Very tragic.

Actually Pulp are very cool

 Alvin Stardust (During his Shane Fenton period) slept on Jarvis' parents' floor.

 It's rumoured that Joe Cocker fitted Jarvis' parents' gas fire.

 One of Mike Harding's guitar strings hangs around a statue at Jarvis' parents house.

 Nick has met Ken Goodwin (All: Who?)

 Tony Christie used to live around the corner from Jarvis.

 Emlyn Hughes (allegedly) used to shag a woman who lived at the bottom of Jarvis' road. "It got to be known that he was doing it, so the kids used to gather around on a Sunday Morning and shout up at the bedroom window."

 Pulp are "deep personal friends" of Paul King.

 Jarvis has "done a fart next to Mike Edwards" of Jesus Jones. "It was this party in a pub. There were only two urinals; he went to use one, I went to use the other one. And you know when you do an involuntary fart when you're having a pee? There was nobody else to blame it on, and I wasn't finished, so I had to stand there looking embarrassed."

 Nick has drunk from the League Cup.

 Jarvis has Dixon of Dock Green's and Brian Clough's autographs.

 Nick: "Tommy Cooper once brushed past me"

 It's all getting a bit tenuous now, isn't it?

The Plug

Pulp have a sense of humour. Lots of other bands don't. The only reason they might gaze at their shoes onstage is to check that they've put their shoes on. Pulp could easily be the hippest band of this year, if only they could sort out their contractual wrangles and if only people would have heard of them. To say Pulp are refreshing live is like saying that Martin Amis is quite pretentious. They are a Bounty Ice Cream on a very hot day. Buy their new-ish "O.U." EP this instant, otherwise people will point at you and laugh.

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#russell senior #jarvis cocker #steve mackey #nick banks #candida doyle #pulp #90s #almost britpop #printed interview #interview

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