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milfhunter6698 · 4 days ago

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Star girl

Synopsis: You were a talented but underappreciated actress lands a dream role in a highly anticipated romance film directed by a well—respected filmmaker. Your cast opposite Victoria Neuman, an industry icon known for her powerful performances and magnetic screen presence. As you work together, unexpected feelings develop between you, you find yourselves drawn to each other in ways you didn’t expect.

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, suggestive themes, a lot of angst, teasing, hollywood AU, slow burn, Acting, friends to lovers.

AN: Hello hellooo!! happy tuesday everyone, guess what? yep another Victoria Neuman fic because I ain’t gonna even lie and just say that I got over that crazy bitch, I’m missing her like crazy baddd. Anyway this is just something that’s been on my mind, heh… I dunno I mean who wouldn’t love a good Hollywood love storyline. It’s just something short, while I work on a few requests I’ve gotten, I’m gonna also be posting this on ao3 If you’re interested go check it out. Now as always have fun, and lmk what you think because I kind of have mixed feelings about this.

wc: 4.1k

You moved between tables at the cafe, balancing a tray loaded with coffee cups, sneakers squeaking faintly with each step. The place was buzzing with late-morning chatter, filled with the smell of fresh coffee and fried eggs. You’d perfected the art of pretending to be completely focused on your job, but every spare second, your mind wandered back to the idea of acting—your true passion, the career you were chasing even if you were currently only known as “the girl with the tray.”

On your break, you slumped into a corner booth with your phone, scrolling through casting calls, your eyes landing on headlines you’d read a dozen times. Your finger hovered over an audition listing when your phone suddenly vibrated. You barely recognized the number, but your manager’s name popped up on the screen.

“Hey, it’s really not a good time, I’m—”

“Sit down,” he interrupted, his voice breathless with excitement. “Are you sitting down?”

You raise an eyebrow glancing around. “Yeah, I’m sitting. What’s going on?”

“You know that big casting call I sent you on last week?” His voice was buzzing with excitement, a little smug.

“The one you said was a ‘long shot,’ right? Look don’t mess with me. You said they wouldn’t even look at—”

“They looked. And they loved you. You got the part.”

For a second, the noise in the cafe faded to nothing. You blinked, trying to make sure you’d heard him right.

“You’re not serious,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

“Dead serious,” he said. “This is the role. You’re going to be in a movie with Victoria Neuman. The Victoria Neuman.”

Your heart started to hammer. “Wait, Victoria Neuman? That Victoria Neuman? The one who—”

“The one who’s headlining the Oscars, the one whose face is on every billboard on Sunset Boulevard, yes. I told you it’s big.”

You gripped your phone so tightly your knuckles turned white. “But… how?”

Your manager laughed. “Because you’re good, that’s how. Look, they want to meet you this Saturday for lunch. The director wants to give you the rundown himself.”

You could barely process it. You’d spent so many nights pacing around your tiny apartment, rehearsing lines for auditions that led nowhere, wondering if you’d ever break through. And here it was, your shot.

“I swear… if you’re messing with me, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Trust me, kid. I’d never mess with you on this. So you better get your best outfit ready.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, a small, breathless sound. For the first time in months, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Saturday afternoon you stood outside an upscale restaurant, your heart thudding as you stared up at the polished glass doors. You’d spent nearly an hour choosing an outfit, finally settling on something simple—a black dress and a vintage jacket you’d found in a thrift shop. You tugged at the sleeves nervously, feeling a strange mix of excitement and intimidation. Your manager had reassured you repeatedly, but the idea of meeting with a famous director and talking about your role felt surreal.

Inside, your manager waved you over, standing beside a man with sharp, discerning eyes and a warm, easy smile. He was younger than you’d expected, dressed casually in a way that somehow made him look more important.

He greeted and you reached out, introducing yourself and trying not to let your nerves show. “Thank you so much for… I mean, this is just…”

He grinned, shaking your hand. “Take a breath. We’re all just people here, no need to be so formal. Grab a seat. Let’s talk.”

You slipped into the seat across from him, trying to play it cool as the waiter poured sparkling water into your glasses. He leaned back, studying you with a quiet intensity that made you feel both exposed and encouraged.

“So, I saw your audition tape,” he started. “You’ve got something—an authenticity that I want in this role.”

You couldn’t help but blush. “Thank you. I’m really honored you thought of me.”

“Now, I’m not going to lie,” he continued, “this project is demanding. The story centers on two women, past lovers who come from very different backgrounds, but they find solace and understanding in each other. It’s raw, emotional. We’re looking for chemistry, vulnerability. That’s why Victoria Neuman is the co-lead.”

At the mention of Victoria’s name, your eyes widened. You tried to hide your reaction, but he noticed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, the Victoria Neuman. She’s a big personality, but she’s focused. And demanding. Don’t be surprised if she challenges you—she does that with everyone.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ll… I’ll do my best.”

“Good,” He said, nodding approvingly. “I have a feeling you’ll do more than that.”

You spent the rest of the lunch discussing the film, the script, and his vision for your character. Your excitement grew with each detail, feeling a spark of confidence you hadn’t known you had. By the end of the meal, you couldn’t believe you were about to step into a project like this.

The morning of the table read was overcast, the gray sky adding to your nerves. You arrived at the studio early, clutching your script as you walked into the bustling room. People were milling around, flipping through scripts, chatting casually. Your heart thumped as you found your seat, glancing nervously around the table.

Just as you were trying to steady your breath, you heard a small hush ripple through the room. You looked up and felt your pulse quicken. Victoria Neuman had arrived.

She moved gracefully, exuding a quiet, confident presence. She was dressed simply, yet she looked every bit the star she was, her gaze sharp and focused. She walked over to the table, catching your eye for a brief moment before giving a polite nod.

Your breath hitched. Act normal, you reminded yourself, pretending your palms weren’t sweating. You managed a small smile in return, trying to look calm.

The director greeted everyone and launched into his vision for the film. “This isn’t just a love story. It’s about connection, about finding something real in the chaos. We want to capture those quiet, vulnerable moments, the ones that people don’t talk about but feel every day.”

When it was time for the read-through, you and Victoria shared your first scene together. You focused on your lines, but your heart was pounding as you read opposite Victoria. Her voice was smooth, effortlessly slipping into character, and her eyes stayed locked on you all throughout the scene, intensifying each line.

By the end of the scene, you could hardly breathe. She leaned back, nodding slightly, and then you offered a small, approving smile. It was just a flicker, but it felt like an acknowledgment—a silent promise that you belonged here, too.

After the session ended, you lingered at the edge of the room, replaying the moment in your mind. You were about to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with Victoria, your name escaping her lips softly. “Is it?” she asked, her voice calm but with an unmistakable warmth.

You nodded, trying not to let your voice shake. “Yes. I… I just wanted to say, I’m a huge fan of yours. I’ve watched all your films.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Thanks. I know it must be overwhelming, jumping into something like this. But you were great today.”

Your heart lifted. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”

She nodded, her eyes lingering on you just a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll see you at the next rehearsal.”

As she turned and walked away, you felt a flutter in your chest. You knew this role was going to be life-changing, but you hadn’t expected Victoria’s presence to affect you so deeply. For the first time, you wondered if this film might change your life in more ways than one.

Your apartment was a mess. Scripts were scattered across your small, worn coffee table, along with half-empty coffee cups and stacks of notes. You had highlighted every line, each margin filled with scrawled thoughts and questions. Late into the night, you practiced alone, your reflection in the mirror staring back with the intensity you hoped your character would convey.

The role wasn’t simple. Your character, Lauren, was a guarded, impulsive complex woman burdened by loss. She had loved deeply once but had lost it all, and as you read through the lines, you felt yourself peeling back her layers, finding the pain and resilience hidden beneath.

You practiced your lines over and over, speaking them softly, then with anger, trying to understand the character’s emotional range. You kept Lauren’s experiences in mind, dissecting every reaction and choice she’d made, wondering how you yourself would react in such moments. You hadn’t had much in life, but you knew about chasing dreams, about feeling that endless mix of hope and fear. There was so much of yourself in Lauren—and that scared you. You wanted to do this right, not only for yourself but for the chance you’d been given to stand on this stage.

You arrived on set early your first day, your nerves a steady thrum under the excitement. The studio was a blur of movement—crew members rolling carts stacked with equipment, actors adjusting their costumes, assistants buzzing around the director with notes and coffee cups. Cameras and lights stood like sentinels around the set, wires coiled across the floor in intricate patterns you had to carefully step over.

You spotted your director in the middle of it all, standing beside the cinematographer, discussing the shots for the day. His voice was calm yet energized as he gestured toward the mock-up of the first scene. This was where the magic was happening, the place you’d dreamed of being. And now, you were here, not as an extra or a bit part, but as one of the leads. The weight of that realization pressed down on you, but it was also exhilarating.

“Hello there! Good to see you,” he called, waving you over as he noticed you lingering at the edge of the set. “Ready for the big day?”

You smiled, hiding the nerves that knotted in your stomach. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good, good. Remember, this isn’t just about the lines. It’s about Lauren’s silence, her glances, her gestures. Don’t be afraid to let the camera see that,” He said, his eyes filled with encouragement.

You nodded. Feeling the director’s words sink in, you needed to live the character—not just act her. You weren’t sure if you would be able to pull it off, but you were at least ready to try.

The first few days on set went by in a haze of new faces and whispered directions. You and Victoria had only one brief exchange about your first scene together. She had approached you with a warm yet reserved smile.

“Hey, I thought maybe we could run through this scene together. Just to get a feel for each other’s rhythms,” she suggested, her tone calm and professional.

“Absolutely. I’d love that,” you replied, your heart racing. You kept your voice steady, but you couldn’t shake the nervous flutter you felt deep in your chest.

Victoria read the lines with such ease, her delivery flawless, yet subtly different each time as if experimenting with nuances. You watched her, trying to keep your focus, yet every word from her seemed to pull you in deeper.

As you wrapped up, she nodded approvingly. “You’re good. I can see why they’ve picked you.”

You flushed, stammering a quick thank-you, and then watched as she walked off, her steps graceful, her confidence effortless. Just keep it professional, You told yourself. But as the days passed, it became harder to ignore the warmth you felt whenever she looked at you, a lingering gaze that seemed to see more than just your role.

When the day came for your ever first scene, you arrived on set early, going through your lines one more time. The scene was intense—a reunion between Lauren and Helene, two people who had shared a complicated past and were bound by emotions neither of them could entirely let go. You had thought you were prepared, but now, with each beat of your heart, you felt a new nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

As you walked on set, you saw Victoria standing at the other end of the room, speaking with the director, who animatedly explained his vision for the scene. She caught your gaze and gave you a nod, her usual professional demeanor in place, though something about her expression felt unreadable—guarded, maybe, as if she was bracing herself for what was to come.

He turned toward you, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Hey, come on over. Let’s get you in place. So, here’s the setup: Lauren is paying an unexpected visit to Helene at her office, and she’s there because… well, that’s up to you. She has her reasons, but the scene hinges on that ambiguity, the push-pull between them. Lauren is bold, maybe even a little reckless, but we need to feel that Helene is barely holding herself together.”

You took a steadying breath and nodded, your nerves slowly morphing into a focused determination. This was Lauren’s moment to push, to test the waters with Helene. And in a way, it felt a little like you yourself were testing something—feeling your way through the strange pull you’d somehow begun to feel around Victoria. You couldn’t explain it, but it was there, like an undercurrent humming just beneath the surface.

Your director called for quiet on set, and as the cameras rolled, you transformed. You were no longer you but Lauren, striding into Helene’s office with a calm confidence, a hint of mischief in your gaze as you found Helene at her desk, pouring over stacks of papers.

“Hello, old friend. Long time, no see,” you said, your voice low but carrying a hint of hesitation, as if unsure of the reunion.

Helene looked up, startled, and for a split second, the cool facade she wore slipped, allowing a flicker of surprise and maybe even a touch of longing. Then it was gone, replaced by her usual detached, slightly exasperated expression as she leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Lauren,” she said, her voice edged with a mix of wariness and familiarity. “Not that long. Maybe a year?”

You tensed, responding instinctively. “A year’s a long time when you’re left wondering.”

The words hung in the air, and the silence that followed was thick, charged. You could feel Victoria’s eyes on you, not just as Helene but as herself, watching you, assessing you.

You let a slow smile spread across your face, the kind that was both playful and just a bit dangerous. You crossed the room, closing the space between you until you were just close enough to lean down slightly, your gaze intent.

“What, I can’t just stop by for a friendly visit?” Lauren’s voice was light, teasing, but there was an unmistakable intensity in her eyes that made Helene shift, visibly uncomfortable yet rooted to the spot.

Helene rolled her eyes, but her hands, you noticed, clenched slightly on the arms of her chair. “Last I checked, we weren’t exactly on friendly terms.”

Your smile softened, and you tilted your head, a touch of vulnerability breaking through. “Maybe that’s something I wanted to change.”

For a long, charged moment, you held each other’s gaze, a silent conversation happening in the space between you. Helene’s jaw tightened as she looked away, a hint of pain flashing across her face.

But Lauren wasn’t one to let go that easily. She stepped closer, until she was close enough to reach out, to touch, though she didn’t. Her presence was all-consuming, and you could feel your own pulse quicken, blurring the line between yourself and Lauren.

“Come on, Helene,” Lauren murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know I hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about you… that I haven’t missed this.” She let the words hang, raw and intimate, before adding softly,

“Missed you.”

Helene’s cool facade cracked just slightly, a flash of pain and frustration in her eyes as she stood up staring back up at Lauren, her composure barely holding. “You don’t get to say that. Not after all this time.”

The line struck something deep within you as she spoke it, feeling Helene’s hurt and resentment like a living thing. But Lauren your character, ever defiant, only leaned in closer, her hand coming up to brace against the wall beside Helene, effectively trapping her.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” Lauren challenged, her voice a low, urgent whisper. The tension in the room thickened, and you felt the weight of Victoria’s gaze, a spark of something intense and undeniable in her eyes.

Helene hesitated, her resolve wavering, her breath catching as her gaze flickered from Lauren’s eyes to her lips, the charged air between them pulsing with all the words left unspoken. But just as the moment seemed poised to tip over into something more, the director called, “Cut!”

You snapped back to yourself, blinking as you released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart raced, your skin tingling from the lingering tension of the scene. You let your arm drop from the wall, stepping back to give Victoria space.

Victoria straightened, her expression unreadable as she adjusted her jacket, her gaze sweeping the set before finally settling on you. There was a flicker of something in her eyes—something that looked almost like… admiration? Or was it something else?

“That was intense,” you said, trying to keep your tone light as you offered a small, slightly self-conscious smile.

Victoria nodded, a faint smile playing at the edges of her lips. “You have a way of bringing out the worst in Lauren,” she replied, her tone laced with irony but also something warmer, softer. “It’s… refreshing.”

You laughed, a little relieved but also thrown off by the words. “Well, she’s complicated. Keeps me on my toes.”

Victoria tilted her head, studying you for a moment. “Complicated is good. Makes it more interesting.”

The look you exchanged held a spark, something you couldn’t quite name but was beginning to recognize more and more each time your eyes met. It was as if you were both playing a game, one where the rules were unspoken, yet unmistakably understood.

Before you could say anything else, your director clapped his hands, calling everyone’s attention for a quick break before the next setup. You caught one last look from Victoria before she turned away, feeling the remnants of the scene still thrumming in your veins.

As you headed back to your trailer, your mind swirled with a mix of emotions—excitement, nerves, and the undeniable pull you felt whenever you and Victoria shared the screen. You’d always thought the hardest part of acting was embodying someone else’s feelings, but now, for the first time, you wondered if maybe the hardest part was keeping your own at bay.

You rubbed your temples, fatigue and excitement mingling as you gathered your things in your trailer. The day had been intense, the charged energy between you and Victoria in that last scene still humming under your skin. Just as you were about to head out, you swung the door open—and nearly collided with Victoria, who stood in front of the trailer with her hand mid-air, ready to knock.

“Oh!” you stammered, stepping back in surprise. “I didn’t expect—”

She chuckled, lowering her hand. “Neither did I, apparently.” There was a slight pause as you stood there, your heart beating just a bit faster, the exhaustion from the day melting away in her presence.

“I was actually going to suggest grabbing a drink. Somewhere quiet to unwind after…” She gestured vaguely, but you knew exactly what she meant.

You blinked, caught off guard but strangely thrilled. “A drink sounds… perfect,” you said, a smile slowly spreading across your face.

You ended up at a dimly lit, tucked-away bar, the kind of place you would never have noticed on your own. Victoria seemed to know it well, however, leading you inside with the ease of someone who valued privacy.

You settled into a booth near the back, ordering drinks and sinking into the quiet atmosphere. For the first time all day, you were free of the cameras, the lines, the lingering tension of your roles. Here, you were just you and Victoria, sharing a drink like two colleagues winding down after work.

“So,” she began, raising an eyebrow over her glass. “How was your first day of intense romantic drama?”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink. “I have to say, it was… exhilarating. But definitely a bit intimidating.” you glanced at her, a little more openly than you might have dared earlier. “You make it seem so effortless. I keep wondering if I’m doing it right.”

“Trust me, you’re doing it right.” Victoria leaned forward, her expression earnest. “Acting isn’t about ‘right’ or ‘wrong,’ anyway. It’s about trusting yourself. You get lost in the moment, and… well, you did that today.”

You felt your cheeks warm, feeling simultaneously grateful and a little self-conscious under her gaze. “Thanks. Coming from you, that actually means a lot.”

You fell into an easy rhythm, talking about the movie, then drifting into lighter topics—the absurdity of long filming days, the occasional mishaps on set. Victoria shared a story about an elaborate costume mishap during a period drama that left her frantically trying to fix her dress just seconds before a big shot. You laughed so hard you nearly spilled your drink.

“Is this your secret weapon?” you asked with a grin. “Getting everyone to laugh so they forget their lines?”

“Ah, you’ve caught me,” she replied, a playful glint in her eye. “It’s all part of my master plan. Throw them off just enough so I can look that much better.”

You chuckled, and then, in a moment of pure spontaneity, you blurted, “Well, I don’t have your number. So if you ever need a partner in crime… or just someone to grab a drink with…”

Victoria’s eyebrows rose, a hint of mischief in her smile. “Is that your idea of subtle? Or is that just how you are with women?”

You felt your cheeks go warm again, though you grinned, refusing to back down. “Maybe a bit of both.”

She held your gaze for a beat longer than necessary before reaching for her phone. She tapped a few times, and your phone buzzed in your bag. “There. Now you have my number,” she said, her tone playful, yet her eyes held a trace of something deeper. “Just… don’t go spreading it around. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Oh, wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, matching her teasing tone.

You finished your drinks, lingering for a few more quiet moments before you finally decided to head home. Outside the bar, you shared a quick, almost shy goodbye, both of you staying just a bit longer than needed. You watched as she disappeared down the street, a strange blend of exhilaration and confusion swirling inside you.

When you finally returned to your small apartment, you lied awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The day’s events replayed in your mind, your thoughts wandering from your intense scene to the quiet, easy comfort of the bar. Every moment with her felt like an uncharted path you were just beginning to explore.

A smile crept onto your face as you thought of her teasing remarks, her gaze, the effortless way she seemed to fill every space she entered. You couldn’t quite pin down what was happening between you, only that something had started, and you were more than ready to see where it would lead.

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one-piece-aus · 3 months ago

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Unbottle Your Emotions

Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 5)

Taglist: @lingxio @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @lil-skelly-bones (ask or comment if you want to be added)

Ahoy! Part 5 is here! I took inspiration from ask-bolthead-crew for the crew's names (aside from Killer, Heat, and Wire). You should check their blog out because the art style is metal(/pos). Also shout out to the people who voted in Killer poll, it was helpful :3

Without further ado, enjoy the story ^-^

Okay, calm down. You'll be fine. Hawkins said the cards said you'll be fine so you'll be fine, right? You just need to stand here, where Kid told you to meet him at lunch. Is this the right one? Well, he did say to be by the glass-stained window by the south entrance, and you're staring at a glass-stained window as you lean next to the doors.

...

Surely it's been a few minutes, and it'd be understandable if you left, right? You did wait and he hasn't shown up so-

"Is that her?"

'Oh great, they're here.' You internally groaned.

You glance over to see Kid and his gang approaching, internally thanking there's a security camera monitoring the hallway. Bouncing off the wall, you wave.

"Hey."

"And I thought you would've been late." Kid smirked at you.

You roll your eyes. "I was only late to class this one day."

Truthfully, you had shown up late to English class (when Makino started attendance) because you didn't want to go knowing Kid's your work partner. You only showed up because you feared what Kid would do if you didn't. You've been early to class otherwise.

"Enough chit-chat, let's go. I'm hungry." A guy with sunglasses and a tall mohawk took the lead, and you all followed outside.

You felt assured that they were heading in the same direction you went yesterday, when you had lunch with Hawkins and Apoo, at least you'd know your way back in case you needed to run. Still, you were dragging your feet, lagging at the back of the group. The blond with long hair took notice, slowing his pace to walk next to you.

"Kid forgot introductions, didn't he?" He guessed.

You nodded, pushing away the urge to question why he wore a face mask. "Yeah, uh I'm [L/n] [Y/n]."

"I go by Killer."

You try to keep a straight face. That doesn't stop the thousand questions erupting in your brain. Main one being: Is that part of the teenage edge phase or has he genuinely killed people?

Killer begins pointing out the others to you, starting with sunglasses. "That's Haikei, Oscar, Noe, Wire, and-"

"Heat?"

"You already know him?" Killer raised an inquiring brow.

"Yeah, he uh- he was in one of my classes last year. He probably wouldn't remember though."

Normally would've forgotten your classmate's name, but the few times Kid came to your classroom after the lunch bell rang because Heat was there, not only made you aware of who the loud redhead was, but you also took note to avoid him in order to not encounter Kid.

"I see," Killer said. A moment of silence passed, well at least between the two of you, Kid and Haikei were loudly arguing about something in front of the pack, before Killer spoke to you again. "So you're Kid's partner in English?"

"Yup." A nonchalant answer.

"You must be smart."

"What makes you say that?"

"Kid normally complains about group projects. He hasn't said a word about you."

You're taken aback. Letting Killer's words sink in, your mind does its best to keep the shock invisible. Does that mean Kid enjoys working with you? No. It means he tolerates you, that's the reasonable conclusion. He's only interacting with you because you have a project, as you are with him.

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"Find us a booth." Kid grinned as he walked up to the counter.

You were about to follow when the guy with the beanie called you, Noe you think it was. "Woah, where ya headin' off to, dollface? Kid's already ordering for us."

"I'm gonna make my order," you simply stated.

Last time someone ordered for you, you got a salad. You were pissed to say the least.

Killer face palmed. "Kid didn't tell you, did he [L/n]?"

"Tell me what?"

"The whole point of Kid inviting you was to help us finish this challenge," Haikei said.

"What challenge?" You didn't have to wait for your answer when Kid approached your table with a giant platter full of chicken wings.

"Alright boys, you know the drill!" Kid set down the platter and took his seat. He glanced at you, looking at you with a gaze that questioned why you were standing. Rolling your eyes, you sit down across from him.

A waiter came by a set a timer down. "600 chicken wing challenge, finish in one hour or less and your meal is free. Your time begins now." He hit the clock and the others dived in.

You blinked a few seconds, confused as hell. 'An hour? We didn't have an hour, lunch is only 45 minutes, and we'd have to leave in 30 minutes if we didn't want to be late for class. Are they stupid or do they not care?' You glanced at Kid, a frown present on your face. Though one of them spoke up before you got a word in.

"Whatcha waiting for? Dig in," Noe told you, his mouth full.

"The three who eat the least gotta pay the bill," Heat informed beside you. "But I'm sure you won't have to since it's your first go."

"We only have half the time the restaurant gave us, shut your yaps and get to eating!" Kid ordered putting four chicken wings in his mouth.

"Guess we have to, princess over here must not like chicken," Haikei remarked.

Oh hell naw. You got up and walked to the counter. Kid briefly glanced at you before looking back at the platter. Maybe he should've let you order something while he got the chicken wings-

"Let's do this!" You slammed a large glass of milk down and took a handful of chicken wings. Kid's gang stared at you wide-eyed and jaws dropped as you began wolfing down food. You glared at them during your milk break. "Come on, I don't wanna be late to class."

Kid snapped out of it and continued eating, as did the rest. Killer took notice of his friend's demeanour shifting. The blond glanced at the rest who were now glancing at you with interest, however, a quick stern shake from Killer made them drop it. Humming, Killer ate another chicken wing under his mask.

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"Alright, we finally beat that stupid challenge!"

The gang cheered as they exited the restaurant. You simply smiled, satisfied with your lunch. Maybe you'll have that burger tomorrow. You felt someone pat you on the back.

"All thanks to [L/n]! Here here!" Noe exclaimed. "No wonder Kid brought her."

"Kid knew you weren't going to be any help," the one with the short blond mohawk remarked.

"Fuck you, Oscar." Noe flipped him off.

You laughed along with the others, though you felt that irritation from earlier begin eating at your mind again. Did Kid invite you because you were extra help? What would he have done if you didn't help like the others expected? A sour taste sat in your mouth, at least you tuned into the conversation.

"Is she not part of the gang, already?" Heat's the one that asked.

"What?" You blink confused.

"This was [L/n] initiation, wasn't it?" Oscar asked, looking at Kid.

The redhead didn't say anything, making brief eye contact with you. Tossing the sourness out the window, a mixed puzzle settles in your mind instead.

"Hey, Kid just invited me for lunch since I'm working with him in English. I accepted since wasn't working on anything else, though I'll likely be busy studying tomorrow."

Sweet, you corrected the situation and made an excuse so you don't have to go tomorrow. He can't get mad if you're studying, right?

"I'll invite you again when we get the A on our project," Kid said.

"Alright," you say nonchalantly, internally dreading the idea of coming back. You barely survived today. The only reason you didn't struggle to hold yourself together is because you did more than they were expecting so Kid's barks were directed at the others. You can't go through that again now that you've raised his expectations.

"How 'bout we get something else for lunch," Killer suggested. "Since we completed their challenge, I'm sure it'll be a while before they let us take it again."

Well, that was a relief. At least, you know you won't have to deal with that. You half-tune out of the conversation now that they're chatting about other food joints. Slowly the school building came into sight, your eyes passively precepting your surroundings, until you heard an annoying voice. Not just any annoying voice.

Trying to stay cool and invisible, you glance in the direction you heard the voice. Sure enough, it's Helmeppo who is talking to Koby. Shit. You're dead meat if Koby spots you.

You slowed down by some plants and stepped into nature, walking for a few moments before hiding in the green. Silently, you counted up to a minute and stepped out. Glancing around, you sighed, relieved before heading to a different entrance than the south, blending in amongst the crowd.

For a moment, the thought of Kid getting mad because you disappeared without saying anything crossed your mind. A drop of fear swirled in your mind, not knowing how he'd react when you'd see him again. However, when comparing it to the latter, an angry Kid is far less worse, he's only in one class and you know how to hide in the crowded halls. He's easy to escape from, unlike the alternative.

You stand by your choice.

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the girl next store; luke hughes

summary: she always tried not be in love with her best friends little brother but she can’t push away her feelings forever

cynthia jade brown x luke hughes

part one, part two, part three

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Cynthia Jade Brown the only child of the Brown family. Her father, Christopher Brown a famous movie director that has directed many films that have received oscar’s, he used to be a hockey player up until he graduated collage along side his best friend Jim Hughes. Then he met his wife, Anna Woods an inspiring and rising artist at the time and now has many famous art museums around the world. Christopher and Anna moved to Ontario around similar time as the Hughes, making the three Hughes brothers and Cynthia grow up around each other. The two families always have been very close and more like one family, as they lived next store to each other.

Cynthia having followed her mothers passion in art but loving to design clothes and modeling the most, she became a model at a young age, but that’s not saying she didn’t love hockey like how her father and the Hughes, it just wasn’t something she wanted to do as a career, she played most of her life and had offers to go professional but couldn’t see herself doing so, so she decided to stop playing on a team but still practices and plays fun games with the Hughes brothers as much as possible.

Cynthia and Jack were born on the same day a year apart making the two act like twins and Jack insisting that the two are twins and best friends, They have always had a special bond, a bond that is completely platonic. Jack and Cynthia are always been on each other others sides. Jack has always been very protective of his best friend. The two have always lived near each other as Cynthia and Jack went to New Jersey the same time and lived with their friend Ty for a few years before Cynthia got her own penthouse that was close by but the two have always lived within a few minutes of each other. They were also pretty young when they moved away from their family so they started a lot of traditions just the two of them as they celebrated most holidays and birthdays together, when one of them were sick they would take care of each other, when they were just having a bad day they always have each other.

Quinn has always remembered having Cynthia in his life and having been told from a young to protect his younger siblings that just made him assume that included Cynthia as well, it wasn’t till he got older he realized that she wasn’t actually his sister but that didn’t change anything, he’s always been the most protective of her and has always had a huge soft spot for his little sister. Cynthia does tend to have a jobs in Vancouver or Seattle and will always make it into a little trip to visit Quinn for the few days and watch his game. Cynthia always thought of Quinn as her big brother and her biggest protector.

Now Cynthia and Luke have always been more complicated, if you asked Jack he would say he thought the two treated each other like siblings but if you asked anyone else in either of their families they would tell you Luke has always had the biggest heart eyes for Cynthia. As Luke grew the more he realized what he felt for Cynthia and there were years where he could barely speak to her or be anywhere near her without blushing or stuttering over his words. Cynthia though has always been hesitant for what she felt for Luke as Jack has always been her best friend and she doesn’t ever want to betray his trust by falling for his little brother, Cynthia never realized what Luke felt for her and she didn’t want to start something with him that could end bad if he never felt the same. Cynthia has always treated him kindly and she treated the softest out of everyone but she tried to pretend that her feelings for him was platonic.

Ellen and Cynthia have always had an adorable relationship, Ellen having always wanted a daughter, has one in Cynthia. Ellen and Anna have been best friends since childhood. There’s been many days where the mom’s and Cynthia will go shopping and have a girls days, most of those times the three boys would complain that the moms were taking their Cynthia. Ellen is the only Cynthia has talked about her feelings for Luke. Ellen has always know Cynthia was made for Luke and she knows the two will end up together one day. It was Ellen who suggested the name Cynthia to her parents and they chose it for her name.

Jim and Cynthia are just as close, Cynthia enjoying just watching hockey games with Jim and her father, she’s always enjoyed spending time with Jim always thinking of him like a second father. Jim and Christopher met on their first hockey teams as children and have been best friends since. Jim always enjoyed Cynthia destroying his boys on the ice as she’s always been an amazing hockey player, one even the boys have hard time keeping up with.

Christopher and Anna had always planned for lots kids, they wanted a very big family but the birth of Cynthia was a very very dangerous one and it caused Anna to not be able to have any more children, and at first the two were devastated they couldn’t give their daughter siblings and have a big family but the more they thought about it Cynthia was perfect for them and in the end they ended up gaining three sons in Quinn, Jack and Luke. Their family felt full and completely with all of them. Cynthia has always been the perfect mix of her parents, her sparkling hazel eyes from her father, her button nose from her mother, her chestnut brown hair from her mother, her determination and passion of hockey from her father, her ability in everything art from her mother, her stubbornness definitely from both of her parents, her cheekiness from her father, her kindness from her mother.

Cynthia started collage in 2019 having graduated high school a year early, going to The Fashion Institute of Technology in New York, the number one collage for fashion. She started living with Jack as her collage is only a few minutes away from New Jersey. She started at a new agency for modeling and she started her classes to get her degree in fashion design. After finishing her first year at college she knew this is where she wanted to live for a long while.

August 14, 2023

Cynthia was cuddled up in her bed in her room at the Hughes lake house, sketching a new design in her sketch book, hearing a knock at the door and calling a come in. She looked up seeing Luke shyly peaking his head in the room holding something behind his back, She smiled patting the spot of her bed next to her, “Hi lukey.”

Luke smiled walking over ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks, “Hi jj.” Luke the only person who’s ever been aloud to call her that, Luke having picked the nickname from her middle name Jade. Luke sat down next to her bringing his hand forward showing a napkin filled with something as he gently unfolded the napkin revealing a bunch of warm chocolate chip cookies, “Mom made cookies so i grabbed a bunch before the rest of them could steal them all.” He brushed back a curl off his forehead avoiding eye contact with the girl he’s always been in love with.

Cynthia heart soften the way it only ever did around Luke, a reminder of what she will always feel for him despite trying to hide it with one night stands and short relationships, “Your the sweetest Lukey, Thank you.” She smiled squeezing Luke arm in thankfulness before grabbing a cookie and munching on it. Cynthia looked up at a Luke seeing him yawn and his eyes drooping the way they do when he’s tried and needs a nap. She pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed patting it while looking at Luke.

“What?” Luke looked at in confusion trying not to get his hopes up that she wants him to lay next to her.

“Come here silly i can see you falling asleep from here.” Cynthia gently smiled, watching the red hue appear darker on his cheeks before he got up and slid under the covers resting his head on the pillow before looking yp at her eyes looking for something, something she wasn’t sure what before he scooted forward and cuddled into her side and his arm draped across her stomach. Cynthia tensed slightly before relaxing running a tentative hand through Luke’s curls becoming more comfortable at the happy sound that left Luke and how he melted even more into her.

“Thank you baby.” Luke voice was deep with sleep his eyes already fluttered shut falling asleep so quick he didn’t even realize the name fall for him lips, but Cynthia did, making her hand freeze and her eyes widen in surprise looking down at a peaceful sleeping Luke.

Maybe that was a sign, a sign to her Luke does feel something for her. She thought back to all her memories with Luke and the way he’s always been sweet and wanting to be around her, she remembers how his cheeks are always red around her and tried to remember a time she’s seen him with a girl where his cheeks were blushed, maybe she’s been so involved trying to push her feelings away she’s missed all the signs in front of her. Maybe she should try with Luke not missing out a change of an epic love with him for Jack. She has a feeling now that for the first time in five years that they are going to live close by each other again, things are going to change and that filled her with an odd amount of excitement.

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September 6, 2023

Luke groaned throwing his head back as the pillow fell to the floor having not been able to block the sounds coming from the room across from him. Luke pulled his phone out of his pocket opening up his text messages with Cynthia.

Jj🤍

luke: You home?

cynthia: about to be, why?

luke: Can i come over? Jack has a girl over.

cynthia: course lukey🤍

luke: ❤️

Luke clicked his phone off throwing his legs off the side of the bed, hitting the floor with his feet, he slid on a pair of air forces. He grabbed his hockey bag that was hanging from his desk chair, he grabbed another outfit knowing he’s staying the night and have practice in the morning so there’s no point to come home first, he grabbed some of his toiletries throwing them in his bag before grabbing his hoodie and throwing it, quickly walking out the apartment trying to avoid hearing anymore sounds for him brother and the girl he had over.

Luke quickly hopped into his car starting the thirty ish minute drive to Cynthia’s penthouse, the drive was done before he knew it and he was parking his car and walking through the front lobby giving them the workers a nod knowing they already know him having seen him here many times before. Luke got in the elevator heading to the top floor that Cynthia’s penthouse is at. Luke walked out of the elevator heading towards the front door knocking on it, leaning against the wall waiting to hear his favorite footsteps, after a minute or two he heard a pair of footsteps rushing to the door, unlocking it showing a freshly shower Cynthia who’s dark brown hair is soaking wet falling down her back and a white fluffy towel wrapped around her, her body still wet from the shower.

“Hi Lukey! Sorry i took longer that i thought.” Cynthia smiled at her favorite boy tightening her grip on her towel that’s covering her, Luke harshly swallowed trying not to look at anything other than her eyes.

“It’s fine.” Luke smiled tightly trying to ignore the thoughts coming to his head, walking in feeling his skin spark at the slight brush of his arm to hers.

“I’ll be right back.” Cynthia quickly headed down the hall towards where he knows is her room.

Luke slipped his shoes off putting them on the self in the front entrance, he walked to the living room setting his bag on one of the chairs before taking a seat on her couch. He leaned his head back resting it against the back of the couch closing his eyes, before opening them hearing the patter of footsteps coming towards him, Cynthia wearing a knitted white sweater that loosely hung off her shoulder and a pair of grey sweatpants that were way to big for her, a pair that looks exactly like his the ones she borrowed from him.

“Are those my sweatpants?” Luke looked up at her grinning as he asked the question, he already knew the answer as the pants have his number on one of the front pockets and his old school logo. He thought she just got rid of them after she borrowed them a few years ago when she spent a weekend at his collage to watch him play.

Cynthia cheeks got slightly red, “Yes.”

Luke smiled seeing the red on her cheeks, He bit his lip to stop a bigger grin from forming on his face before patting the spot next to him, She quickly walked over to him and sitting next to him and she looked slight hesitant to move any closer, Luke saw this and put his arm slowly around her and pulled her closer. He watched as she relaxed fully against him and he heard her breathe out sigh as she cuddled into his chest, he smiled leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

Luke has felt the change between them since the lake house, Cynthia the last few years has always been more hesitant around Luke and been less touchy with him but lately she seems to have relaxed and is back to cuddling with him like she used to a lot.

“Jack has another girl over.” Cynthia quietly chucked knowing what’s its like to live with Jack, having lived with him for almost two years when they both moved to New Jersey and then she moved to New York to her own penthouse.

“Yeah it’s the same one as the last few times though.” Luke answered running a hand through Cynthia’s wet hair.

“The same one?” Cynthia asked in surprise as Jack has been on a playboy streak the last year since his break up with his ex.

“I know!” Luke laughed having thought the same thing, knowing Jack doesn’t sleep with the same person twice so it was different.

“You’re staying the night, right?” Cynthia asked hoping Luke will stay like he has the last few times he came over the last month since he’s moved to New Jersey.

“Course Jj.”

“Good.” Cynthia looked at Luke wrist looking at his watch seeing that it was already almost nine a clock at night and she was starving, “Did you eat?”

“Nope not yet.” Luke twirled a piece of her hair around his finger, “Chinese?”

“Duh!” Cynthia grinned knowing Luke loves the Chinese place she always gets food from. Cynthia quickly pulled out her phone ordering there usually for delivery and paying for it before Luke could it. She grinned as she felt Luke try to take her phone she moved forwards out of the way laughing as she submitted the order.

“Hey i was suppose to buy this time.” Luke playfully complained wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her towards him making her fall into his lap, he dug his fingers into her side where he knows is her ticklish spot and he was right soon the penthouse was filled with sound of her laugh and Luke chuckles as he watched her try to squirm away.

“I-m S-orr-y.” Cynthia tried to get out as she continued to laugh.

“No you’re not.” Luke smiled slowly stopping tickling her, Her laugh slowly died down but her smile stay bright and full, Her head turned making their noses brush, both not realizing they were that close, and not even paying attention that she is still sitting on his lap.

“Hi.” Cynthia voice was barley a whispered when she looked up Luke through her long eyelashes and her hand rested on the back of his neck, her fingers curling around one of his curls.

“Hi.” Luke whispered back watching her as he gently moved forward and bumped his nose with hers, loving how her nose scrunched in response.

She gently leaned towards him and rested her forehead against his, feeling at peace in his arms and she knew then, that she couldn’t push her feelings away anymore and she deserved a chance to love him and Luke deserves to be loved.

Luke smiled closing his eyes enjoying the closeness with Cynthia.

Cynthia pulled back from him resting her head on his shoulder feeling his hands run though her hair.

“Can i braid your hair?” Luke softly asked as both of their mothers have taught him from a young age, as he always wanted to be the one to do Cynthia’s hair for her.

“Course.” Cynthia lifted her head off his shoulder kissing his cheek and gently getting up and walking to down the hall to her bathroom, not seeing the red that grew on Luke’s cheek at the affection from her.

Luke watched as she came back with her brush and hair ties. Cynthia walked over sitting between his legs handing him the brush and relaxing at him doing her hair.

Luke gently brushed her hair out before splitting it into three sections and starting the braid as he done thousands of times before.

Cynthia wasn’t even sure if Luke knew how much she only enjoyed him doing her hair, she didn’t like when anyone else did it. She felt him reaching the end of the braid and handed him the hair tie.

“There.” Luke set the braid on her shoulder letting her see, “Beautiful as always.” He smiled down at her watching her look at him with a look in her eyes he’s sees through the mirror in his own.

Cynthia turned slightly still sitting on the floor between his legs resting her cheek on his thigh, looking up at Luke. She doesn’t know how she’s misread the look he’s giving her, a look she realizes he’s always given her.

Luke hand went towards her cheek hovering slightly from touching her looking at her for permission, He watched her smile at him before moving her head towards his hand and nuzzling into his hand. Luke couldn’t help but smile watching Cynthia.

Luke didn’t want her to sit on the floor any longer, “Come here.” Luke patted the spot next to him as he gently took his hand off her face.

Cynthia eyes flickered towards him before biting her lip before she stood up, she looked at Luke who was watching her as she slowly sat down on his lap instead on the couch. She watched his face for anything to make her get off him but all she saw was a smile grow and red rush to his cheeks. Cynthia rested her ear against his chest hearing his heart beat as she cuddled up on her lap, something that is easy to do as there is seven inches of height difference between the two.

Luke looked down smiling seeing Cynthia fully curled up on his lap, he grabbed one of her hands fiddling with the stacks of rings on her fingers. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, before the doorbell went off, the two knowing it’s their food.

Cynthia grumbled slightly as she was starting fall asleep in the comfort of Luke, Luke smiled slightly brushing her baby hair off her forehead, “Come on baby, we’ve got to get up.” Luke didn’t even realize what he called her, to focused watching her reluctantly getting off him and heading towards the kitchen. Luke shook his head fondly before standing up and heading to the door grabbing the food that was set on the floor in front of the door, he locked and closed the door behind before heading to the kitchen where he saw her waiting for him.

Cynthia head was rested on the kitchen island as she sat on one of her barstool chairs when she heard him walk into the kitchen setting the food down, She lifted her head helping him unpack the food, Luke slid into the chair next to her as they shared all their favorites.

They are in silence before they both finished and they both got up to throw their trash away. Luke turned around from the trash can taking the trash from Cynthia’s hand throwing it away. He turned back around seeing her lean her body against the kitchen island looking at him. Luke walked closer towards her, looking down at her noticing how her eyes were moving around his face slowly but kept flickering back to his lips, he gently put his hand on her waist and easily picked up her setting her up on the kitchen island.

Luke rested his hands on both sides of her legs leaning towards her slightly, “Tell me to stop and i will.” Luke voice was barley a shaky whisper, he knew if he kissed her once he would never be able to stop. The tension between the two had been there for years, filled with unspoken feelings and yearning for each other.

Cynthia took a deep breath, she didn’t want to hide her love for Luke anymore, she wanted to be with him despite what might happen with Jack, Ellen once told her she needs to listen to her heart and not her head so right now she going to listen to her heart. “Kiss me Luke.”

And that’s all it took for Luke to leaned towards capturing her lips with his, her hands went to the back of his head pulling him closer as the two kept kissing, both of their hearts beating so loud and the only though they had was each other. They both could feel the others smiles grow as they kissed. The two slowly pulled back to both catch their breaths.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Luke shyly confessed his cheeks red and his breath slight short from kissing her so long, he watch her smile turn shy and pink dust her cheeks, a look that makes her look even more beautiful.

“Me too.” Cynthia admitted looking up at him with a smile reserved just for him, “I’m sorry it took awhile.” She grabbed one of his hands squeezing it with both of her hands before pressing the back of his hand to her lips.

“It’s okay.” Luke face was set in a permanent smile, he knew they needed to talk more about everything but right now he was content with just holding her, he scooted as close as he could with her sitting on the counter, feeling her head rest again his chest. Luke leaned his head forward kissing her head before resting his chin on her head. He could feel the soft yawns coming from her.

Luke gently stepped back from her making her look up at him, “Come on baby let’s get you to bed.” She looked up with him puppy eyes that are impossible to say no too, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Luke just smiled easily lifting her off the counter and feeling her legs wrap around his waist and her head nuzzling into his neck. Luke gently held her as he walked across her penthouse towards her room, He walked towards her bed pulling back her white and pink flowered duvet covert and gently leaned down with her letting her back hit the bed and feeling her gently let go of him as she cuddled into her bed. Luke brushed a stray hair off her forehead before kissing her forehead and standing up turning away and going to head to his guest room when a voice called out.

“Lukey where are you going?” Cynthia voice was soft as she lifted her head slightly seeing Luke starting to walk towards the door.

“My room?” Luke questioned not knowing if it was too early to stay in her bed.

Cynthia just looked at him and smiled, she turned over in bed pulling up the other side of the duvet and patting the bed while looking towards Luke.

Luke smiled before pulling his hoodie and shirt off and setting them on the couch in front of her bed before sliding into the bed, next to her feeling Cynthia instantly cuddled up next to him and breath out a sigh of relief.

“You’re never not sleeping next to me you’re so warm.” Cynthia mumbled cuddling up as close as possible, enjoying the warmth Luke always seem to carry on him and she is usually always very cold.

“Okay Baby.” Luke smiled kissing her head, feeling her already falling asleep and it wasn’t soon before he fell asleep.

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The httyd-live action

I know Dean DeBlois will do again a good job as Director, as he did with the original animated trilogy. But I think I will not watch it, maybe I could change my mind but I don’t think so. I just didn’t need it in the first place and I still don’t understand why it’s necessary. It feels for me personally as Universal just wants to milk out such a fantastic franchise, that didn’t need a Remake to begin with. I rather watch JW: Chaos Theory, Flow or the Wild Robot again. I don’t know something about the thought that httyd will get a remake doesn’t stick with me that much. Just something about it feels horribly wrong and I am honestly a bit afraid that the original trilogy will be not so much respected anymore if they do a live action adaptation. Httyd is great as it is and doesn’t need something that is remaking it. The last time I was this angry when they released the nine realms and it was in too many ways disrespectful to the original trilogy. Also another reason why I httyd doesn’t need a live action remake is because httyd has already really good animation, so good, it even looks in some scenes like live action. Hell, httyd is famous for this art style, it was nominated for four Oscars if you include the soundtrack. It’s one of the best trilogies ever made and a Masterpiece of Storytelling.

I know some people like the idea of a series setting within in the second and third movie. I personally also don’t need that either. I kind of like the idea but I think it has to be written and directed by the two guys who produced Chaos Theory and Camp Cretaceous. We have to give them credit, they brought back the Jurassic Park feeling in Jurassic World something Colin Treverrow failed to do, even if it his trilogy is good. And really scored with it in Chaos Theory. I honestly would really enjoy a series that would fit more to the tone of chaos theory, I would even say it would be better than Rtte and Riders/Defenders together.

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One thing about film awards is that they're unwilling to nominate un-prestige-y movies anymore. It used to be common for, well, not especially good or niche genre movies to be up for technical awards or a supporting actor nod & now they seem loathe to even flirt with good movies outside the narrow band of Awards Movies (except Visual Effects, where they have no choice), much less parcel out that, hey, a garbage movie can have amazing art direction

Like, in 1978 The Swarm - a horror movie about evil bees, excoriated by critics at the time as one of the worst movies ever made - got a Oscar nomination for Costume Design. Meanwhile, now they won't even give Best Makeup to anything but a prestige prosthetics-and-a-fatsuit biopic with nary a creature in sight

Wonder if this is one of the many reasons the Academy is dragging their feet on adding Best Stunts - the likelihood that the nominees won't be "Oscars" movies. You give Suicide Squad one Oscar and...

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Not directly inspired by anything except for *gestures vaguely at the surrounding shitshow* but I do think more people could stand to read this article by Dara Horn about Roald Dahl from 2021.

I’ve included text of the article as well, under the cut. And to head off the whining of those who will perceive this as an attack on their favorite children’s book writer or whatever: read the damn article. This isn’t about “cancelling,” someone for being bigoted (hell, if I boycotted books or plays because the author was virulently antisemitic, there would be precious little to read). It is about understanding a really dark part of human psychology that is at play in conspiratorial thinking— which of course is at the heart of antisemitism— that Roald Dahl capitalized on. Developing a more mature sense of morality, rather than indulging in the bloody politics of blame and vengeance is crucial.

There’s nothing quite like the realization that what you thought was an empowering work of art is actually a 200-page exercise in trolling. It took me more than 30 years to figure out that I’d been trolled by Roald Dahl.

Dahl, who dominated juvenile publishing when I was growing up, revealed himself late in his career to be a vicious antisemite, who thought “powerful American Jewish bankers” ran the US government. He told the New Statesman that “there is a trait in the Jewish character that does provoke animosity, maybe it’s a kind of lack of generosity towards non-Jews. I mean, there is always a reason why anti-anything crops up anywhere; even a stinker like Hitler didn’t just pick on them for no reason.” This was in 1983, the year in which Dahl published The Witches, his 13th novel for children.

Apparently, Dahl had been an antisemite his entire life, but it didn’t prevent him from being essentially canonized after his death in 1990, and it didn’t much affect my thoughts about him either. I had adored his books as a child, and I’ve never taken much interest in the now-obligatory grunt work of connecting artists’ personalities (often horrible) with their works (sometimes great). And although Dahl was not only an antisemite but also (and even more damningly these days) a misogynist and a racist, he hasn’t been canceled yet. Who doesn’t love Roald Dahl, or at least his stories?

Hollywood certainly does. The most recent Dahl adaptation, which began streaming on HBO Max this Halloween season, is called Roald Dahl’s The Witches (note the value of the authorial brand), directed and written by Robert Zemeckis, with the help of two younger Hollywood powerhouses, Kenya Barris and Guillermo del Toro. It stars the high wattage Octavia Spencer, perhaps best known for her Oscar-winning role in The Help, and A-lister Anne Hathaway, not to mention the voice of the comedian Chris Rock. In fact, this is the second big-budget version of The Witches, the first having been a 1990 film starring Anjelica Huston.

But The Witches was on my mind long before I’d heard about the new movie. It was one of my favorite books when I was a child, one I read repeatedly and pressed into the hands of friends. I was eager to share it with my own children and hesitated only because, as a child, I’d also found it somewhat terrifying. But when I read it aloud to my eight-year-old son last month, I discovered that it was far more terrifying than I remembered, and for entirely different reasons.

The key to Dahl’s success as a children’s author lay in how he pitted children against adults, making children into a beloved underdog class whose moral victory lay in vanquishing their powerful exploiters. His heroes are blameless boys and girls tortured by diabolically abusive adults, whom they destroy in outrageous revenge sequences of the sort even the most fortunate child occasionally fantasizes about. In James and the Giant Peach, for instance, the orphaned James, enslaved by his villainous aunts, squashes them to death with the titular fruit. In Matilda, a kindergartener uses magic powers to terrorize a school principal who routinely locks children in a nail-studded closet. In Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the starving Charlie, living in the sort of poverty that would make Oliver Twist qualify as a one-percenter, inherits a fantastical candy factory—but only after a book-length morality play in which wealthy children and their entitled parents are absurdly tortured and maimed. In George’s Marvelous Medicine, a boy forced to care for his heartless grandmother concocts a potion that makes her shrink and disappear.

In short, Dahl is like a modern Charles Dickens, except instead of social justice and spiritual redemption, Dahl’s books offer only revenge. Kids, like all emotionally and morally stunted people, eat this stuff up. Dahl tapped into something primal and hideous in the human psyche: the desire of disenfranchised people to feel righteous precisely by demonizing others. As a kid, I bought this too. The sheer sadism of it went right over my head until I shared these books with my children and saw how I’d been punked. And The Witches was the worst.

The Witches is about a boy who is orphaned in the opening chapter—pity points are always crucial for Dahl—and then adopted by his loving Grandmamma, a kindly old lady who fills him in on a little-known scourge. Witches, she explains, are real. They are demons disguised as women, and their sole purpose is to entrap and destroy innocent children through their diabolical magic. One unfortunate boy, for example, went off with a witch and returned unharmed—but later hardened into a stone statue. After vanishing with a witch, a girl reappeared only in a landscape painting in her family’s home, changing positions whenever the family wasn’t watching and even aging as years passed. (That one haunted me for decades.) Other children are “disappeared” in ways worthy of an Argentine junta. Kids better watch out.

One summer on a beach vacation with Grandmamma, our hero wanders into a hotel conference room occupied by a group calling itself the “Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.” In fact, it is a coven of witches discussing their latest plan, a potion designed to turn children into mice. They discover the boy and immediately mouse-ify him, but now that our talking mouse hero knows where they keep their potions, he and Grandmamma hatch a clever plot to administer them to the witches themselves. Hijinks ensue, evil is vanquished, and although the narrator remains a mouse, he doesn’t mind. He and Grandmamma embark on a crusade to take out the witches of the world, and he never has to go to school again.

The book chimed perfectly with the stories of “stranger danger” that other 1980s children and I were constantly fed in state-mandated school curricula, but it made that threat delightfully preposterous—and manageable since all one had to do was believe that certain adults were actually demons with recognizable tells. It was a highly rewarding fantasy. After all, it was clear to me, as it was to every young reader, that even adults who didn’t molest children in shopping malls were nonetheless conspiring against us, making us do dehumanizing tasks like making beds and taking tests. The book was empowering. With its frisson of secret knowledge, it made us feel righteous and invincible. Unfortunately, revisiting it as an adult revealed that the book was cribbed from the Protocols of the Elders of Zion—and helped me understand, for perhaps the first time, antisemitism’s seductive appeal.

“Witches,” Grandmamma explains, “are not actually women at all . . . They are demons in human shape.” How do you spot one? Well, since they’re demons, they have toeless hooves instead of feet and claws instead of fingers, disguised by fashionable shoes and gloves. You can’t spot those, but you can spot their “larger nose-holes than ordinary people” (the better to smell you with, my dear). But the real tell, of course, is that witches are bald—which is why a witch always wears “a first-class wig,” which she puts “straight on her naked scalp.”

As I read this aloud to my enthralled son, it was hard to miss how much these witches resembled women in, say, Stamford Hill (the London version of Borough Park). It was also hard to miss how much they resembled caricatures from Der Stürmer or a medieval blood libel. Was I overinterpreting?

You be the judge: “Wherever you find people, you find witches,” Grandmamma tells her innocent grandchild. “There is a Secret Society of Witches in every country. . . . An English witch, for example, will know all the other witches in England.” If this was too subtle, Grandmamma clarifies: “Once a year, the witches of each separate country hold their own secret meeting. They all get together in one place to receive a lecture from The Grand High Witch of All the World.” The boy’s question about this fun fact is, at this point, predictable: “Is she rich?”

Grandmamma replies, “She’s rolling. Simply rolling in money. Rumour has it that there is a machine in her headquarters which is exactly like the machine the government uses to print the bank-notes you and I use.” The boy then asks, as any normal child would, “What about foreign money?” You already know the answer: “Those machines can make Chinese money if you want them to.” Here, the boy turns skeptical: “If nobody has ever seen the Grand High Witch, how can you be so sure she exists?” Grandmamma counters, “Nobody has seen the Devil, but we know he exists.” All of this isn’t merely true, we are told, but “the gospel truth” (the italics are Dahl’s). After all, Grandmamma “went to church every morning of the week and she said grace before every meal, and somebody who did that would never tell lies.” As Grandmamma warns her dear boy, “All you can do is cross your heart and pray to heaven.”

Alas, crossing his heart and praying to heaven doesn’t protect our hero from his encounter with the Elders of Witchdom, at which point Dahl drops all pretense. The Grand High Witch, we learn, “had a peculiar way of speaking. There was some sort of a foreign accent there, something harsh and guttural, and she seemed to have trouble pronouncing the letter w. As well as that, she did something funny with the letter r. She would roll it round and round her mouth.” The Grand High Witch, in her Yiddish accent, explains to her secret society how they will lure England’s children by buying high-end sweet shops and poisoning the candy, since “Money is not a prrroblem to us vitches as you know very well. I have brrrought with me six trrrunks stuffed full of Inklish bank-notes, all new and crrrisp” (italics mine).

Few children can resist the lure of witches. My son loved the book so much that he wanted to see the movie. Perhaps you are wondering: is the 2020 Hollywood version, whose creators unsurprisingly included plenty of Jews, antisemitic? The short answer is no, or not exactly, but that’s also the wrong question.

Adapting from a source this hideous was never going to be easy or entirely uncontroversial, and the new film has already been slammed for portraying limb differences as evil (instead of the claws mentioned in the book, the film’s witches are depicted with missing fingers). Despite that tone-deaf choice, it’s clear that the filmmakers were aware of the book’s larger problems. To their credit, they knew they had to fix something, and they went big: instead of contemporary England, Roald Dahl’s The Witches takes place in 1968 Alabama, and the protagonist and his grandmother are Black (Octavia Spencer’s Grandmamma is even a voodoo healer). Unlike the 1990 movie, the witches no longer have big noses and are, in fact, racially diverse. At first, this does seem poised to dilute some of the book’s inherent awfulness: when a Black witch attacked the protagonist in an early scene, I had high hopes for a story where “evil” was depicted solely through Marvel Universe methods of pancake makeup and special effects. But that scene proved to be half-hearted tokenism, since the rest of the film focuses almost entirely on, to use the current term, white-presenting witches—and most tellingly, what really distinguishes witches in this film is that they are rich. As we watch a flashback of the lily-white and fabulously dressed Anne Hathaway as the Grand High Witch attacking an impoverished Black child in a 1920s Alabama shantytown, Grandmamma tells us that “witches always prey on the poor.”

This class warfare idea is utterly absent from Dahl’s book, but it perhaps unintentionally provides a trendy update to his rather old-school racial antisemitism: the idea that a secret society of fantastically wealthy “global elites”—often, but not inevitably, Jews—prey on the poor. This means that bigotry against them, rather than being retrograde, is, in fact, a fresh and righteous way of “punching up.” Instead of just protecting innocent children, this new Grandmamma now also shares her truth to defend the downtrodden, like every righteous nutjob tweeting about the Rothschilds or George Soros. In the book, nothing much happens with the Grand High Witch’s counterfeit cash. But here Grandmamma commandeers it at the film’s triumphant end and hands out hundred-dollar bills to the hotel’s exploited Black employees.

If this sounds tedious, it is. Roald Dahl’s The Witches is wretched less because of the book’s wretched premise than because it is a conventionally lousy children’s movie, full of Hollywood pieties (in the climactic scene, Grandmamma actually lectures the Grand High Witch about the Power of Love), canned stereotypes and recycled animation. That doesn’t mean kids won’t love it, of course. As Hollywood knows well, everyone loves a good conspiracy theory—and that’s the problem.

My kids laughed their way through the movie’s animated mice and cookie-cutter triumphs, enjoying everything that conventional children’s stories do best—reinforce their audience’s expectations, vanquish villains, and make powerless people feel superior. Conspiracy theories make for great stories, but in an era when a nontrivial proportion of the American electorate apparently believes in the QAnon conspiracy theory that a secret cabal of satanic pedophiles preys on American children and the country, I couldn’t help feeling that this film was, at the very least, ill-timed.

It is so easy, after all, to believe in a conspiracy, so self-indulgent, so appealing—and, as I now finally understood, so much fun. Watching this mediocre and unremarkable movie left me shockingly ill at ease, precisely because it was so mediocre and unremarkable. My discomfort was compounded by the knowledge that the eight-year-old me would have loved it too, not knowing any better. Few children do. In the elaborate, magical long game of luring innocents into handing over their hearts, it turns out that the Grand High Witch was actually Roald Dahl.

#roald dahl #antisemitism #dara horn #conspiracy theories #I too loved Dahl’s books when I was young— especially Matilda #but as an adult I find this mindset repugnant #books #the witches

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A fic rec of One Direction exes to lovers fics that are in Harry's point of view as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave the writers kudos and comments! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

🥀 The Lonely Planet Guide to Second Chances by @1diamondinthesun

(NR, 102k, vacation) the breakup travel fic featuring romantic sunsets, awkward bed sharing, and second chances against a backdrop of some of Europe's most iconic cities.

🥀 a thousand miles away (from the day that we started) by @perfectdagger

(M, 88k, time capsule) Five years after his break up with Louis and ten since they've left school, Harry finds himself hosting a reunion at his family bungalow, having to face his ex again and the feelings he had left behind.

🥀 Perfect Storm by @cherrystreet

(E, 80k, fake relationship) What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding?

🥀 Feels Like Coming Home by @phdmama

(E, 60k, recovery) The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens.

🥀 Far Away. by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(M, 57k, musician Harry) Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with "what ifs" and "what might have beens", he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

🥀 The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots / @anylessreal

(M, 43k, art teacher Harry) the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

🥀 I Do by @brightgolden

(E, 43k, famous/famous) After moving to Los Angeles when he was just eighteen years old with the hope to be a household name in Hollywood, Harry Styles finally earns himself an Oscar several years down the road. But his new found fame is rattled when he bumps into a certain Louis Tomlinson backstage after four long years.

🥀 Our Sweetest Memorial by @softfonds

(E, 35k, Persuasion au) Ever since Harry was forced to break off an engagement five years ago, he resolved to never marry for the remainder of his life. Now his family must move out of his beloved Kellynch Hall to recover some of their debts that their father had accumulated.

🥀 like a timebomb ticking by @infinitelymint

(M, 31k, canon) Louis loses everything. Harry's still there.

🥀 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16

(E, 30k, kid fic) It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up.

🥀 Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 29k, thieves) Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rouge ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

🥀 Sakura Sunset by MsHydeStylinson / @mizzhydes

(E, 16k, Kew Gardens) Only after Louis has left does Harry realise he made the biggest mistake of his life breaking up with Louis, and he has to live with the consequences of his actions.

🥀 give me things to stay awake by embodied

(E, 10k, alcohol) On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

🥀 don't you call him baby by @femstyles

(T, 8k, jealousy) the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

🥀 Truth or Drink by @kingsofeverything

(M, 6k, youtube) Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.

🥀 So Paris When We Kiss by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 4k, soulmate au) There’s a travel website open that he certainly did not open himself. Niall has been trying to get him to Paris ever since he got his mark.

🥀 last christmas (i gave you my heart) by localopa / @waterloux

(G, 4k, chef Harry) louis and harry are broken up. cue scheming friends to make one christmas wish come true

🥀 Heart that I Let Down by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 4k, famous/not famous) Where do broken hearts go? Louis took Harry’s with him when he went to LA, now Harry’s on a mission to find him.

🥀 Not yet a breach, but an expansion by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(NR, 2k, soulmates) “I don’t understand why we keep running into each other,” he says as his hands grip his hair in frustration.

🥀 'Tis the Damn Season by zanni_scaramouche / @zanniscaramouche

(M, 2k, fwb) He won’t think about the cabin in the woods again until next December.

—Rare Pairs—

🥀 holiday by narryblossom

(M, 2k, Niall/Harry) Harry almost felt bad letting his mum think he had gotten sick while in the sea, but he knew he would have felt worse if he had gone out and accidentally ran into his ex and all of his friends.

#ficrec #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #hltracks

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nowisthewinter · 1 year ago

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A quick spoiler free review of Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Well, pack it up, kids. We have ourselves a winner for Best Animated Movie Oscar already set in stone.

Seriously.

You know how the first Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse was hailed as “groundbreaking” in animation? And it was rightly so? Yeah, the animators topped themselves with this one.

It’s not just gorgeous, not just amazing, not just fantastic, it’s...something you want to study. Like you are in an animation class want to study. And I am sure that future students will do so. The use of colors. The use of styles. The use of direction. I, personally, want to go scene by scene and even frame by frame just to learn from this movie. If this movie doesn’t get the Oscar it will be another case of Saving Private Ryan losing to Shakespeare in Love. An Oscar rob that will be talked about for decades to come. Honestly, I can’t see how this will lose. This is what Guillermo del Toro meant when he said, “Animation is not a genre for kids. It's a medium for art, it's a medium for film and I think animation should stay in the conversation.” This movie is the perfect example of this.

It’s also a movie that feels like it didn’t take inspiration from only other animated films but non-animated films as well as paintings. Impressionism plays a big chunk of this film. It’s beautiful in the way it uses that style, the color and messy shapes, to tell a story in a way that you couldn’t do in any other motion medium but animation. Again, you would have to look at paintings to find anything similar. You could not do this with live action.

The character designs! Spider-Punk is by far my favorite design of the new Spider-people. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it for you. This is indeed a spoiler free review. But, GOD, I love his design.

Now story-wise....it’s dense. Like, no, don’t run to the bathroom for a quick break or else you will miss out on a major scene because they are all major scenes dense. It’s a balance mixture of character and plot. So much so that I can’t say if it’s a movie where the plot drives the characters or the characters drive the plot. It’s indeed 50/50. It isn’t a spoiler that this movie is part one of a two parter. And it feels like it. Like you are on a rollercoaster just cranking, cranking, cranking up that hill and right as you hit that peak, BOOM! credits. Hence, I felt like a five year old at their birthday party eyeing that cake when the credits came. “Give it to me! Give it to me NOW!” I want the next movie NOW!

Though we will have to wait until March before we get that next slice...

#spider-man: across the spider-verse #spider-man #I felt tired after the movie #But it was good tired #I want to spoil this movie so bad because I want to talk about the designs #But I won't #But if this doesn't inspire tumblr fandom nothing will #So many fantastic designs!

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Kaiju Week in Review (March 3-9, 2024)

Shin Ultraman took an eternity to reach home video, but Godzilla Minus One will proceed as a more reasonable pace (by Japanese standards). Toho will release roughly one billion different editions on May 1, with Amazon- and Godzilla Store-exclusive physical bonuses both on offer. Godzilla Minus One/Minus Color is included with some of the pricier versions, or you can buy it as a standalone Blu-ray or DVD.

The black-and-white version of Shin Godzilla, SHIN GODZILLA:ORTHOchromatic, also hits Japanese home video on May 1. Like Minus Color, no 4K edition, just Blu-ray and DVD. A handful of new bonus features about ORTHOchromatic are included.

As is standard for Toho, none of these releases will be English-friendly. But given the films' popularity (and the lack of any legal way to watch Minus One since it left theaters), expect bootlegs to circulate at light speed.

Unsurprisingly, Godzilla Minus One cleaned up at the Japanese Academy Awards, with eight victories out of eleven nominations: Picture of the Year, Best Supporting Actress, Best Cinematography, Best Screenplay, Best Editing, Best Sound, Best Art Direction, and Best Lighting. That's one more than Shin Godzilla, and pretty much guarantees that the Toho Godzilla series will keep the prestige pictures coming. Strange times!

We'll see if Minus One can also capture Best Visual Effects at the American Academy Awards tonight. The Creator remains its biggest competition. The Gareth Edwards film is better-positioned by the usual metrics, with a second nomination for Best Sound and five wins at the Visual Effects Society Awards, but the enthusiasm gap for the films themselves may prove decisive. I'll be doing a much lengthier analysis during Wikizilla's Oscar stream tonight, which will start at about 6:00 PM ET, an hour before the ceremony begins.

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire tickets may not be on sale yet, but Cinemark theaters have rolled out the above merch (much more efficiently than Target and Walmart have rolled out the toyline, if my local theater's any indication). I have a suspicion those plushies will be worth a mint a few years from now, small as they are; don't know about the other stuff. I bought the larger popcorn tin when I saw Dune: Part Two on Thursday. The promo image is deceptive, as the green area is transparent plastic and the Titan image is on the opposite wall of the tin, so that popcorn's either defying gravity or being held up by a hidden insert. There are Kong and Skar King variants as well, the latter revealing his height (318 feet). Poor Shimo; being the "secret" villain really narrows the amount of merch you get.

The other interesting GxK news this week (apart from the endless TV spot variants, which I'm not even trying to keep track of) is a collaboration with the American Red Cross, of all institutions. Donate blood, platelets, or AB Elite plasma from March 25 to April 7, get a free T-shirt. And for completion's sake, I'll mention the Roblox and Call of Duty cross-promos too.

Chibi Godzilla Raids Again, an unexpected delight last year, is getting a second season starting April 3. The official site revealed that Minilla is joining the cast, while those silhouettes to his right look like Titanosaurus (unjustly neglected in recent years), Gigan, and Gabara. Expect to follow the first season in being uploaded to the GODZILLA OFFICIAL by TOHO YouTube channel with English subtitles.

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Here's another chance to watch Tsuburaya and Toei Animation's Kaiju Decode short, originally released in 2021. (It goes away at the end of the month, because every Japanese studio is apparently hellbent on making short films ephemeral, so download it now.) It's the basis for a recent mixed reality game for the Meta Quest 3 and Meta Quest Pro, hence its return to the spotlight.

UniVersus, a collectable card game predicated on pitting characters from various franchises against each other, is going all in on Godzilla after offering a couple of Minus One cards through highly convoluted means last year. They're releasing a couple of Godzilla Challenger Series (preconstructed decks) on June 21, one based around Godzilla and Mothra, the other around King Ghidorah and Rodan, with Mechagodzilla thrown into the mix for both. I've never played this game in my life, but the prospect of a shiny Godzilla card with James Stokoe art is sort of tempting.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla minus one #shin godzilla #home video #oscars #chibi godzilla raids again #godzilla x kong the new empire #king kong #kaiju

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pkmatrix · 8 months ago

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Godzilla Won An Oscar! So I drew this comic to celebrate. ^_^

Kong's four American Academy Awards:

Best Visual Effects (49th Academy Awards)

Best Visual Effects (78th Academy Awards)

Best Sound Editing (78th Academy Awards)

Best Sound Mixing (78th Academy Awards)

Godzilla's fifteen Japanese Academy Awards:

Best Picture (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Director (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Cinematography (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Art Direction (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Lighting Direction (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Sound Recording (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Editing (40th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Picture (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Supporting Actress (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Screenplay (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Cinematography (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Lighting (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Art Direction (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Sound Recording (47th Japan Academy Prize)

Best Editing (47th Japan Academy Prize)

#godzilla #fanart #comic #myart #godzilla minus one #academy awards #japanese academy awards #oscars #kong #king kong

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago

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Greatest Regret - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s been a year since you walked out on Chris, but thanks to awards season you’re about to be reunited

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Award season was never something that bothered Chris, not usually. It was a time when the art form he appreciated the most was recognised. He was able to see friends he hadn’t seen for a while. And most importantly he didn’t have to do too much press. He just had to turn up, quickly walk the red carpet and present an award.

This year though he was dreading it, and he wished he never agreed to present. Because this year you were going to be in attendance, nominated for best original song at the Oscars.

It had been nearly a year since your break up but it still cut deep with Chris. The pain is just as present as the day you called it all off, seemingly out of nowhere. Chris had begged you to stay, to work at it, but once you made your mind up there was no changing it. So you would always be the one that got away.

Chris just hoped he could avoid you because he didn’t trust himself not to look heartbroken whenever he saw you. He wasn’t so lucky though because as soon as he stood on the red carpet, all alone, he looked over and spotted you at the other end.

You looked stunning, in a dress that perfectly matched the suit he wore. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection, you looked like a glistening diamond amongst stones. He could hear your laughter over all the noise from the press and crowds, and it was like music to his ears. You were so happy and excited to be here, and despite how much it hurt, he was happy for you.

Only once had you stepped away and moved out of his line of vision did he look back towards the wall of cameras. He gave them all a small smile, doing his job and nothing more. Once he was done on the red carpet he made his way inside, hoping the rest of the night was easier.

To his luck, his seat wasn’t anywhere near yours. You were sat with the rest of the cast and creators of the film you wrote the song for. And he wouldn’t admit it but he was relieved to see that like him, you didn’t have a date.

It was going alright until the time came for you to perform the song that was nominated. He watched as you sat at a large black grand piano, your dress flowing out onto the floor behind you. The set was relatively simple, just filament light bulbs that faintly glowed in time to the music.

As you started to play the memory of you playing the piano at home with him flashed through his mind. He let out a long sad sigh as he looked down unable to watch you any longer.

He still listened though because despite everything your voice was still his favourite. However, his brows furrowed when he heard a particular lyric. The one about hiding under blankets on the 4th of July, because that was exactly what the two of you did when you were together.

The more Chris listened the more lyrics he heard that he could apply to your relationship. Different memories of the good times you shared before you left. Unable to help himself he looked back up and his eyes met yours as you sang the final lyric.

“Setting you free will forever be my greatest regret” you sang your eyes never leaving his as the final chord rang out through the theatre.

His view of you was obscured as the crowd all stood and applauded. Standing up alongside them Chris could see the misty look in your eyes as you looked out gratefully at the crowd, giving them a small bow of the head before gracefully walking off the stage. But not without a final glance over your shoulder in his direction.

Chris ran his hand down his face as he sat back down, shaking his head slightly to stop his mind from running away from him. The song was for a movie about a woman trying to reconnect with the child she gave up for adoption. You were singing from the perspective of the mother, the memories she wished they shared. You weren’t singing to him. He had to remember that, no matter how much the hopeless romantic inside him told him otherwise.

A short while later he made his way backstage ready to present the next award. He greet Scarlett with a smile and a hug, asking her how was she was and how the kids were doing.

“They’re good, but I mean speaking of kids, Y/N’s song… wow that was amazing brought a tear to my eye” Scarlett remarks shaking her head, her hands over her heart.

“Yeah, she always had that ability with her songs” Chris nods his head in agreement.

“She told me the song was a complete fluke, when they approached her to write a song she already had it in her arsenal, just had to change the perspective slightly but 99% of it remained unchanged” Scarlett explains as she takes the envelope from the assistant.

Chris furrows his brows at this new bit of information, his heart racing in his chest.

“Did she tell you when she wrote it?” He asks clearing his throat.

Scarlett smirks “8 months ago, you should talk to her”

Chris could only nod, pulling at his tie which suddenly felt really, really tight. He took the Oscar from the assistant and waited for the cue to walk out on stage with Scarlett.

He read out what was on the teleprompter, introducing the category and the nominees. But as soon as he got the change his eyes scanned the crowd, stopping when they met yours. A slight involuntary smile broke out on his face when you gave him a small warm one.

He then read out the winner for the award, smiling when he saw it was for the movie you worked with. He watched with a warm smile as you hugged the winner and cheered loudly for them.

Chris was still backstage talking to the winner when the award for the best original song was presented. He hung back in the wings as they read out the nominees and announced your song as the winner.

Chris clapped loudly as you walked on stage and accepted your award. Chris didn’t have the best view of you but he could tell you were emotional and in disbelief as you spoke and thanked everyone for the award.

“I put a lot into this song, probably more than usual so this is an honour that means so so much, so thank you” you finish wiping away a stray tear.

As you walked off stage, Scarlett ran over to you, hugging you tightly as she congratulated you. As you stepped out of the hug your eyes met his, he could see the hint of nervousness but your smile remained warm.

“Congratulations, the song is beautiful no one else deserves that award as much as you,” Chris tells you with a warm smile.

“Thank you Chris, that- that means a lot” you smile nodding your head.

“Can I walk you back to your seat?” Chris offers, trying not to sound too desperate.

You smile warmly up at him “that would be lovely thank you” you say linking your arm with his and letting him lead you away.

The both of you remained silent as you walk through the corridors doors of the theatre. But it wasn’t awkward though, it was comfortable. Chris just hoped he wasn’t about to make it awkward.

“Scarlett told me that you wrote that song before they even approached you,” He says looking down at you.

You nod your head gently “yeah, I didn’t think it would ever see the light of day it was…. too personal, but the movie made it possible” you admit looking up at him.

Chris comes to a stop, turning to face you “do you still mean it? What you said in the song?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

A/N: I will not be doing a part 2, so DO NOT ASK FOR ONE OR TELL ME I SHOULD DO ONE! I will not change my mind!

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Chapter 5 of Weddings 101 with Dieter

This fic and my blog overall is for readers 18+ MDNI

Dieter Bravo x Maya (plus size AFAB OFC)

Word Count: about 4.7k (We’re back! Sort of! 😆)

Summary: Oscar comes up with another plot for Dieter. He’s fine with collateral damage. Maya and Dieter finally make good on their constant flirting but there will be ramifications beyond just the villa. Enter Vanessa joins the fray!

Warnings: plots, angst, unprotected p in v (wrap it up people), oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, Spanish (because Nerdie wanted it), overstimulation, birth control mention, paparazzi

Notes: I did not realize I had not updated this since last December! 😑 I am so sorry. I wanted to really dig into what Dieter and Maya’s mindsets are and focus heavily on events that transpire. I totally have a plan for this fic. (Narrator: Nerdie believes she does but she really doesn’t. But you gotta believe first right? It’s 50% of the equation.)

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The rest of dinner settles down and the couple can eat their food, happy that Oscar was gone. Dieter and Maya enjoyed their evening, soon blocking Oscar out of their minds. They shared drinks, food and more laughs. Walking to the car, Maya kissed the small heart in Dieter’s beard and told him “corázon.” Bravo told her to be careful with what she says, many words in Spanish aren’t just direct translations. They also have different meanings, though he wouldn’t tell her how strong of a word it was. It could mean a lover or your soulmate and not just an anatomical heart. He wasn’t sure if he could say it because that might mean he’d need to confront feelings he’s been having the last few days for the woman he wants to keep smiling and laughing. Dieter made a joke instead about placing his hand over her heart, touching the swell of her breast. She pinched his cheek as they got in the car to go back to the villa.

Dieter Bravo might be confronted with an issue he hadn’t had since Cliff Beasts 2: The return of the Primordial Terrors. Has he fallen this fast?

The guitar player had found something he could use though. He wasn’t aware that Bravo had anyone significant in his life - no mention of this Maya woman. He asked his people to look into it, he needed more information. “Talk about my ass Bravo? I got yours.” Oscar squinted at a picture taken of the two of them. His assistant chimed in that maybe that line wasn’t as menacing as he thought, but Oscar waved him off. He’s Oscar Isaac, he always knows what to say. Stupid Dieter. Stupid goat. He wouldn’t call the woman stupid, just likely misguided by who she thinks is someone cool. Dieter isn’t cool at all, he’s a washed up actor who’s making some money with his splashes of oil on a canvas for some pretentious douches. That shaggy bastard does make money from his art though, he couldn’t dispute that.

He may be able to use this Maya woman to get to Dieter. Oscar knew about the optics of Dieter having a woman by his side who doesn’t look like any of the women the actor had been seen with previously. He could leak their photos, he had another assistant snap pictures of them together. Had Oscar liked Dieter at all, he’d be happy for they guy in that he looks giddy with the Maya woman, but revenge is best served cold and she’s going to be collateral damage.

“Now that I think about it, Hanri. Send the pictures Alexis took over to TMZ, Entertainment Tonight and everyone. Dieter Bravo has taken his lady love on a trip to Hawaii. Who is she? Why is she? How is she?”

Hanri hesitated, staring at his boss with concern, him having his pissing match with Dieter was one thing, but never had he gotten other people involved. This was a new low, if the pay wasn’t so high, he’d quit but those student loans for the Arts Institute weren’t going to pay themselves. “Sir, are you sure? This seems…”

“Let the vultures cook Hanri.”

Hanri sent the pictures of Maya and Dieter like Oscar wanted. Soon there would be all the buzz from the press and hopefully no one would find out the source.

Dieter and Maya arrived at the villa, giddy from the night aside from the ‘half-ass’ incident. Watching as she kicked off her shoes, Bravo wondered if this was the right time, she spun around her champagne dress in front of the couch. They had been pawing at each other in the car the entire time, Dieter had been nipping at Maya’s neck, giving her more tastes of his lips. He wanted to have his hands in more places on her but they weren’t back at the villa yet.

Upon arrival, she noticed his soft gaze on her, “Dieter you look like you’re thinking way too hard. Come on.” Maya didn’t want to think about it. She didn’t need to, she’s in paradise with a man she’d never meet otherwise. It’s not wrong at all to want him and if the car ride was any indication, Dieter was more than fine with what she planned tonight. For once she wouldn’t worry or put herself into knots about what might happen, she’d accept the flow. Tugging on his hand, she led him upstairs, “Which room should we go into Dee?” Her hands cupped his face while pulling him close outside of her own room. Dieter’s hands went to her waist, he’d never questioned if he should sleep with someone before, if now wasn’t the right time, then when? Would Maya want to if they didn’t now? But why was he really hesitating?

I want to fucking savor her, but I don’t have time. How can I have more time?

“We’ll start in your room then move to mine Almond Joy. If you’re able to, that is.”

I’ll just have to make it count. So she’ll want more like I want more. I’m good at that.

“That’s quite a promise, Dieter. My sweet fluffy man. Come inside here with me.” Dieter followed Maya into her bedroom and placed his hands on her shoulders facing her toward the floor length mirror that had been on the wall next to the walk-in closet.

“Maya, you’re welcome to tell me no at any time and I’ll stop. You want to continue right?” His hands skimmed her arms and settled back on her hips. Maya nodded.

“Yes, but why am I facing the mirror? We should be on the-”

“We don’t need to be the entire time and I want you to see what I see, especially when I take this dress off of you. We’re going to do it my way.” Bravo smirked, his lips nibbled on her earlobe and she sighed, placing her palms flat on her thighs to have them ground her, she’s never watched herself like this.

“Didn’t realize you could be so bossy. Dieter. Alright, show me what you see then.” She was able to keep her voice even, but her eyes betrayed her anxiety. Dieter would continue because even if this might only happen once, he told himself he’d be the one to show her how she should be viewed.

“Gladly.” The parting of a zipper and cool air tickling Maya back made her shiver before Dieter’s fingers were lifting the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. He didn’t drop them, his lips pecked each shoulder where they had been sitting before lowering slowly exposing her breasts. Almond Joy was able to see how wide his eyes became, felt him speak a soft “Eres muy bonita (You’re very beautiful) Maya,” he let the straps fall and told her to keep her hands on her thighs to hold the dress up over the bottom half of her body. His hands traced up her arms and cupped her heavy breasts grasping them lightly as he felt Maya lean back against him, a deep groan releasing from her chest. He used his nose to trace a circle on her neck, his eyes looked up at the mirror. Maya’s eyes were closed and her legs widened to accommodate his bulge. “Mira (look) hermosa.” He told her, his hips were grinding into her, but he reminded himself to slow down, he can’t just bend her over. His mind is screaming for it but savoring is what he’s doing tonight.

Opening her eyes, she viewed their bodies in the mirror in a slow loop, with them flush against each other. He was solely focused on her, making her watch as she became louder from the pads of his fingers on her nipples. Her knees buckled and one of Dieter’ hands dropped from her breasts crossed her torso to brace her as he licked the back of her neck. “Estas bien (Are you alright)?” He asked despite knowing the answer, she smiled and reached up and behind his head to grab a hand full of his hair.

“You know damn well I’m not. Dieter, can we move to the bed now?” Feeling the rumble both in his chest and against her skin as he released a purr from her touch, she gasped.

“Give me one more thing.” He whispered as he tugged her dress down and moved the both of them forward toward the mirror only a few feet away, “Well, two things.” Dieter crouched down and slowly peeled her panties down.

“D-Dieter wait!”

“This happens before we move to the bed Maya. Just let me do this.” He looked straight in the mirror as she watched him continue to move them down and then had her step out of them. She stood before him and herself in this mirror naked. Everything, all the rolls, stretchmarks, scars on display, she wanted a sheet, towel, shirt, anything to cover up. But Bravo wouldn’t allow it and had his hands rubbing circles into her thighs. “You’re beautiful Maya. I knew what I was looking at in that airport. I wanted you to know Toblerone.” Covering her face with her hands, Maya took a deep breath and exhaled. He’s making this so difficult. I’m not supposed to be thinking. I just wanted a romp or two. Why does he have to be so…What am I gonna do? Standing back up, Dieter took her hands in his and turned them both to the side in the mirror. “Considering I got you naked, it’s only fair you do the same right?” He had that same crooked grin when they’d met near the customer service counter as he held Daisy in his arms and she thought he was insane then. Maya was considering she might be the crazy one here for entertaining any possibility of seeing him after this wedding.

“Agonizingly kind and fucking sexy jerk.” Maya quickly had Dieter out of his shirt and her hands tickled the scant hair on his chest, Dieter attempted to make a joke about a bad wax job decades ago but she placed a finger to his lips. “You’re gorgeous, Dieter. Let me feel you too.” He let her continue. Hooking his pants in her hands, she flopped them down and squatted, but couldn’t quite hold it so she flattened his pants out to place beneath her knees. Dieter held her hands as she steadied herself and kneeled eye to tip with the source of his swollen bulge.

“Maya don’t feel you have to-”

“I want to, and we’re supposed to be appreciating each other aren’t we?” Releasing one of her hands allowed her to place it on his shaft, warm in her hand, she grinned, now seeing Dieter unravel a bit. Pecking the tip, her tongue claimed the precum that had gathered before making a trail down to the base, having her hand cup his balls. Dieter moaned loudly, trying to hold himself still. Making her way slowly from the base of his cock, her teeth nibbled briefly on the wrinkled skin. She kissed the head again before opening her mouth wide and taking him in her mouth a third of the way. Just watching her, Dieter felt himself twitching inside of her mouth as she sucked, he held her hand tighter before moving his hips forward in a small thrust. Knowing he wouldn’t last like this, he deemed this safer than where he really wanted to come. Maya took him deeper, now half way as her cheeks were hollowing out.

“Just a bit more…” Dieter began moving his hips faster, feeling himself so close. Maya could tell and kept going, she wanted to drink him in. The thought of it, his moans and the heat in her mouth was going right to her core as she rubbed her thighs together for any friction. His hand cupped the side of her face as he gave her some irregular thrusts and groaned as he climaxed. Hearing her gulp had him repeating small ‘fucks’ until he finished. He drew back and pulled her up by the hand that he never let go to him. Maya was a bit dazed, getting her air back and turned her face away to which Dieter cupped hers with both hands. “Maya you’re perfect.” Tasting himself on her lips had him push her back toward the bed, where she wanted to be in the first place. “It’s your turn now cariño (sweetheart).” Dieter slunk halfway down her body before she grabbed his shoulders.

“You don’t have to. Your fingers might be a bit much..” He frowned, what sort of request was that?

“If you can’t handle my fingers, how are you planning to have me inside of you?” In protest, two of his fingers part her wet folds and he watched her hold in a moan.

“I don’t do well with fingers other than my own so we can just wait.” Dieter could tell she was serious which made him even more confused until it clicked. He nodded, but had one finger stroke her entrance, not pushing in yet. He needed to prove another point, though this one might be more out of anger at those before than just focused on just her pleasure.

“Let me just try one and if you don’t like it, then I’ll stop, okay?” He gave her the pitiful ‘baby cow’ eyes, holding contact with her honey ones as his finger entered her slowly. He felt her tense and he paused until she relaxed again. “How is it so far?”

“O-Okay. You can go further.” Maya is completely unsure why he’s focusing so much on this. Her body was one thing and she’d never held a man's hand while she went down on them. All of it felt so much more intimate and not helping her state of mind she felt. It also wasn’t helping that Dieter was moving back toward her breast and taking once in his mouth while looking right at her. She was starting to wonder if they teach that in some acting class - eye contact like that or if that’s just Dieter’s skill. His finger began moving back and forth slowly, it was quiet but he could hear the sounds of her accepting his finger and her whimpers after he added another one. They grew louder, his lips moving toward her collarbone above her breast, “Dee that’s too many…”

“It’s not Almond Joy and you’re going to need at least another one.” Dieter captured her neck again and continued working on a hickey he had started in the car. Adding one more finger stretched her further so he slowed down and curled them upward, making her hips lift off the bed toward his hand. He smiled into her neck as she squeezed his fingers and her hips moved slowly, she was trying to keep still as he had previously, but it was clear her control was worse than his. Placing his mouth next to her ear, “You’re so responsive Maya and you were already wet from taking care of me. It’s just me and you. Come.” With a loud scream, Maya drenched Dieter’s fingers and he kept moving them slowly until her body fully settled.

“You…Dieter…H-How…” She could only look at the ceiling. Just with his damn fingers and they felt wonderful. “How in the world…” Her chest rose and fall, she looked down to see Bravo licking his fingers clean and she felt herself clench around nothing. He’s insanely good at making her do that. Dieter was taking extra time to get in between each of his fingers, just to show off and to buy time. He was only half hard, not fully recovered yet. It would allow for one more thing. Grabbing her legs under the back of her knees, he parted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. “W-Wait! It’s too sensitive Dee…” She watched as his face inched closer to her mound kissing it before aiming lower and sniffing, exhaling purposefully blowing on her clit. “Haah…fuck it’s…dammit it Dee…” Maya’s legs shook, trying to get free from his grasp but he held tight. She also tried to wiggle her hips away from him but he bent her legs a bit further back spreading her further.

“Kit Kat, you’re not getting away. Maya you’ll remember what this feels like. What I give to my sweet girl when she lets me take care of her properly.” Her hands that had been gripping the sheets, released them. She closed her eyes. He wants me to remember? I already won’t forget any of this. This is orgasmic torture already and he hasn’t even….Fine. Just fine. Bending forward, she’s pressing her thighs down on Dieter’s shoulders. He held steady as her hands dug into his hair, tugging on his curls. He groans, biting into her thigh, “Jokes on you, I enjoy my hair being pulled. Manipulate me more Almond Joy.”

She can’t respond with anything other than a moan. The small circles his tongue is making around her clit has her babbling a mix of Dieter's name and curses. The more she pulls on his hair, the further he pushes his face into her core, moving his tongue from her clit to her entrance. He traces it gingerly at first before beginning to lap gently up her slit. Maya feels his groan vibrate within her, causing her hips to buck. It’s then that Bravo pauses to give her a short break. “D-Dieter…you…fuck..” Is all she’s able to pant before he returns to her wetness, this time using his tongue to explore the crevices she has within, feeling her tighten around his tongue already. For his part, he’s been grinding himself into the sheets, leaking pre-cum once more. Dieter’s ready, but he desires to see her gush for him. Have her slick so he’ll slide right in. With a cry and curving of her back, Maya finds her peak again with his tongue gliding over her clit to help her body through it. Once she starts to relax, Dieter pulls back and crawls up next to her, placing an arm around her.

“Maya, you sound heavenly when you’re enjoying yourself. Looks like you can handle fingers and tongue.” Despite being exhausted, she let out a snort. He would make a joke right now. She shook her head and ran her tongue over his lips before kissing him, his saliva mixed with her own gloss made her moan into his mouth. He pulled back as he had something to ask her before they continued, “I don’t have any-” Reaching down and taking hold of the base of his cock, Maya didn’t want any more questions. She needs one more thing from Dieter.

“Sugar lips, I’m on birth control pills. It’s going to be inside.” He thrusts a few times in her hand after she speaks, but she holds him a bit tighter.

“Shit…are you sure? Even if you are we could still-” Another kiss shuts his concern down as Bravo moves above her and she opens her legs for him to settle between. He lets his tip graze her folds and she whines. “Maya, I want to, but-”

Her hands cup his face and she kisses his chin. “I want to be dripping from you Dieter. It’s a horrible idea, but so was getting on a stranger’s jet. I’m not having any regrets. Not anymore. You told me I was worth it so I’m going to be greedy. Let me.”

“I’d be an idiot to say no to that.” Dieter takes hold of his shaft in his hand, pressing just his head inside of her core. With the stretch comes another whine from her and he feels himself twitch, advancing until he halfway in, “Cómo estás cariño (How are you doing sweetheart)?” Her walls quivered with his Spanish and he let out a soft chuckle. “You like that Maya?” Her hands pinched his cheeks before moving down to his shoulders.

“I’m more than fine, Dieter. Move.” Maya’s skin was covered in sweat and so was Dieter’s. Once his hips were flush with hers, she felt him take up even more space within her. Calling her name softly, he rolled into her wetness. It kept sucking him back in so he drew back further, slow pumps continued while he heard his name whispered from her lips. “Good Dieter…there Dee, spread me…hahh…Dieterrr…” Maya kept calling him and when her fingers ran through his hair, tugging it. Releasing a groan, Dieter took hold of one of her legs and pushed it upward, exposing a different angle. His speed increased and her nails scratched his scalp. Bravo felt his sac tightening, with his cock throbbing within her, moving his hand that was supporting his upper body from being pressed against hers, Dieter leaned forward to lick a stripe up her neck before sucking on it, Maya turned her head away from him to allow more access to her skin. His thumb pressed on her sensitive bud, flicking it while her walls vibrated around him.

Dieter’s teeth made a shallow impression on her neck with another lick, “You’re sure you want it inside mi amor?”

“Yes! Inside Dee!” Maya held one handful of his hair, and her other one scratched his back. Her cavern kept oscillating around his shaft while he spilled inside, filling her with slow thrusts, churning it inside of her. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, Maya pulled his head back, his chin pointed up. Her tongue ran over his lips first before claiming them again, Dieter rolled on his back and pulled her with him, Maya was on top. Her hair had become frizzy from the sweat, her lips swollen and a few tears were holding steady in her eyes.

“Mi mujer perfecta Maya (My perfect woman Maya).” Admiring from below, his hands roamed her hips. Will she want to see me after this wedding? If I said I wanted to visit her would she let me? This isn’t Anika again is it? No, I haven’t proposed and she hasn’t asked. Maya kissed his chest and attempted to move, but Dieter held her steady.

“Dieter, we should clean up.” Shaking his head, Bravo kissed her shoulder, his eyes were soft and Maya felt her lips part slightly. He’s probably worried, but I’ll let him go. I’ll never forget him. Dieter Bravo, that last woman was an idiot. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel this cared for again. I’m not going to be some crazy stalker. I have a job to go back to. If there was a reason to stalk him it would be making me come so many times…I’m horrible for thinking it.

“Just…alright. Move slow.” Maya raised slowly to allow Dieter to slide out and was able to roll to the side of the bed facing the bathroom. It was also facing the mirror from earlier. The bite mark on her neck and the drips from between her legs had her staging at herself. She saw her own tears, puffy cheeks and lips. Bravo slid next to her with his flaccid member covered in her slick and his own spend. “You look stunning and fucked Maya.” She pinched his nose while he helped her up and they waddled to the bathroom together cleaning up. The pair opted to sleep in her bed since they wouldn’t have to go far.

Dieter resolved to talk to Maya tomorrow morning about what had been on his mind. He’s scared though, what if she doesn’t want to? Thinks he’s too much of a hassle because of his status and fame? There’s nothing he can change about that. She fell asleep first in his arms, tracing circles on her back while he wondered what to do.

Elyssa keeps calling and texting Maya. Her sister in law is not answering. She’s looked up who Dieter Bravo is and why some of her bridesmaids were making a big deal about him being there. He’s a famous, Oscar winning actor…with her sister in law?!

“Honey, I need to know how this happened! What do you know about it Michael?” Maya’s youngest brother, the very reason she was in Hawaii looked at his soon to be wife and shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know either. He and his sister don’t talk about relationships if they chat outside of family gatherings and him borrowing money occasionally. So far there hadn’t been any issues so he didn’t see the problem or why his fiance was yelling at him at eight in the morning. Elyssa pulled up instagram on her phone and Michael's eyes went wide.

Dieter and Maya in some swanky restaurant. Giggling and eating. Fine.

Dieter and Maya, in the same restaurant, snuggled up and a few shots of them kissing. Well, she did bring the guy to the wedding.

Maya getting out of an SUV followed by Dieter and they’re going into some fancy boutique. Eh…okay that’s more than a date.

Maya getting out of a limo and walking….wait that’s the hotel for the wedding party. Dieter’s in the limo and he comes back to pick her up. Damn that might be why Lyssa is pissed.

Dieter and some guy, maybe a driver or bodyguard carrying dresses followed by maya wearing the same dress from the restaurant pics. The story is unfolding or catching up, but clearly they’ve spent some time together.

Maya at the airport walking next to…well that looks to be Dieter, but he’s got on a robe, pijamas and is holding a goat. They’re getting on a jet? So…she came with this guy to Hawaii?! How long have they known each other?! Did mom know? Elyssa mentioned they seemed cozy at the hotel.

Micheal sighed and looked again at his fiance. “Honey I don’t know what to tell you, given who he is. It makes sense that they would keep it under wraps.”

“He better not mess up my wedding! I don’t want paparazzi sneaking in and distracting us from our day! It’s supposed to be about us Michael…” The soon to be bride whined to her fiance. He’s going to have to try calling his sister as well and his mother. They both turned on the news and saw an entertainment report about the new lady in Dieter’s life. There was someone else who had an issue with this:

Vanessa - Dieter’s publicist.

Her issue wasn’t Maya. She doesn’t know the woman from Timbuktu, the problem is that Dieter didn’t say anything about this woman so she could spin things and get ahead of any possible crap storm. So far, she’s been able to figure out that Dieter has been taking this woman around eating and shopping. In her communications with Zack, he hadn’t mentioned her. Only that Dieter was enjoying his time in Hawaii and was staying sober. When she pressed the assistant, he said that ‘Ms. Maya’ is a lovely lady who’d been able to get Dieter on time to his event. He even took her shopping and they avoided too bad of a fight with Oscar.’

“Avoided him? More like pissed him off to the point where he released pictures of Dieter which meant he had someone following him, probably…” As she sat on a jet headed to Hawaii, she was concocting a plan to use her knowledge that Oscar’s camp was the one who released the pictures in case feedback was negative. In her searches of different media, it was leaning positive though there were of course some trolls commenting on how Maya looked and speculating why she was with Dieter in the first place. Vanessa was curious about that as well, but it would need to wait until around noon or one in the afternoon. Despite getting a red-eye, the flight to Hawaii was still extremely long from New York where she’d been wrapping up some things in Dieter's gallery there. He’d opened that one up after his Los Angeles one had been so successful. Vanessa la Roux would get to the bottom of whatever Dieter had gotten himself in now. She’d need to if she was doing her job right.

Oscar felt a chill down his spine while both ears itched. “I may need to do another cleanse or something. What was that? Ugh..”