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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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I'm In Control Part 21 (Steddie X You)

A/N: No real notes today :) Just hope y'all enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie and all that that implies. (I regret nothing!), An ex appears making the reader jealous and act out (more so just being a brat). Matthew comes to visit! (Yay!). These two siblings casually talk about their trauma and how the reader feels she isn't good enough for them (mentioned in last chapter), Smut for sure with slapping and spanks. Blindfolds and ice play. I believe that's it.

Word Count: 5061

“How do you not know where she is?”

“TJ, we aren’t her keeper. She said she had an errand to run but didn’t elaborate. It’s still her lunch hour. Calm down.”

Your boss glares at Steve. “Mr. Harrington, did you just tell me to calm down?”

“Depends. Did you like it?” The man winks cheekily at TJ as they both laugh.

The door to your office opens and you lean against the doorway adorning a huge grin.

“Where have you been, Y/N?”

“I had to pick something up.”

“’Ello, boys.” Matthew’s tall frame appears behind you as he waves.

“Hey, man!” The boys get up to greet him as your brother smiles, pulling them in for a hug.

“TJ and Avery, this is my little brother, Matthew.”

“Jesus. Another good-looking kid to make me feel old.” Your boss rises to shake his hand. “Now, you’re not like the other Y/L/N’s, right?”

“That is correct. Sex feels good, porn is alright, tattoos are cool, and churches scare me.” He chuckles as you lean back against him. “I also love my sister as is, you slut.”

“I love you to, heathen.”

“Hey, you should come with us to the club tonight. We’re all going together finally.”, Avery beams as Matthew nods.

“I actually have to drop off these two on a set but they will be coming by after. Speaking of, Eddie and Steve, we should probably go.”

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“Hey Derek.”, you grin at the director as he beams over at you.

“Hey mama! How are you?”

“I’m good. I brought your talent.” You gesture towards the guys who smile back at him.

“Great! Now, we had a slight mix up. Well, not really a mix up. The young lady you guys were going to be working with got sick so I had to reach out to a nearby agency to get a new actress.”

A gorgeous woman with a plethora of tattoos, mostly on her arms and legs, sauntered from down a nearby hallway. Her skin looked incredibly smooth and her long blond hair sat perfectly on her shoulders. Her smile glowed but there was something off about it that you couldn’t put your finger on.

A breathy fuck came from your side and her eyes widened as she focused on theirs. You knew actors in this industry and honestly this girl in front of you was a fairly good one. She may have seemed shocked to see them but you saw the faint smirk twitch on her lips at their stunned expressions.

“Guys this is—”

“Cassie Leigh.”, Eddie finished.

“Oh shit. I’m, uh, I’ll just be in the car.” Matthew slowly backed away and exited the front door.

You exhaled heavily as you turned to face them. “Oh? How do you guys know each other? Work?”

“Hey Derek, can we have a moment alone?” The director nodded at Steve as he went to check the cameras. “What are you doing here, Cassandra? Thought you moved back home.”

“I did but, you know, I saw your new show online and it just…motivated me to come back and try again. The industry I mean, not you two.”, she giggled.

“Yet you find yourself here on set with them. How odd.”, you smile at her as you turn your sarcasm to them. “So not just work then?”

“We had a relationship with her when we first moved down here.”, Eddie answers as his eyes finally meet yours. “More of an…arrangement.”

“I guess you could call it that especially since relationships weren’t really your thing.”

“How would you know? You left so quickly there wouldn’t have been time for one to evolve.”

“Oooo ‘evolve’. That’s a big word for you, Daddy.”

Steve glares at her, stepping forward before you place your hand on his chest to stop him.

“Haven’t changed at all have you, Cass?” Eddie’s tone is full of agitation.

“Hm. Never seemed to bother you two.”

“Hey, Y/N. We’re ready. Is there a problem?” Derek asks from across the room.

A sarcastic laugh escapes your lips as you push past them towards the door.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey.” Steve grabs your arm turning you back around.

“I’ve got to say you two continue to fascinate me. I mean, I get why you would have a relationship…I mean ARRANGEMENT. My fault. I get why you would have an ARRANGEMENT with her. She’s a beautiful young woman but she doesn’t really seem like the submissive type.”

“Neither did you.”

You glare at Eddie as you pull yourself out of Steve’s grasp. “I imagine the sex was mind blowing which if your agreement with her was anything like ours then I get why she’s here.”

“Y/N, we aren’t in an agreement. We are in a relationship.” Steve was trying extremely hard to control his temper. “You can’t be jealous.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Harrington? Did I just hear you tell me how I’m not allowed to feel? You know what? You’re right. I can’t be jealous. This is just work, right? Go head. Fuck her all over the house for all I fucking care.”

You storm out as you stomp towards the car. Again, Steve’s hand reaches for you and spins you to face him.

“The fact that you think we would, work or not, is very frustrating, Y/N. This isn’t work for her. They would have told her she would be partnering with us. She knew we’d be here.”

“I’m not fucking stupid, Steven.”

His face twitched at the name as his head tilted to the side. “Then why are you being a fucking brat right now?”

You both stared each other down until you felt someone standing behind you and gently but firmly reached for the man’s wrist. “Ok. I know everyone is a bit amped up but Steve I’m going to need you to let go of her now, ok?” Matthew’s voice matched his movement, ready to defend you if he needed to.

Steve’s angry eyes flicked to your brother before letting you go who gently pushed you towards the passenger seat before coming back around to glance at them.

“Do what you need to do but give her some space. If you come at her right now when you’re all like this she will shut down.”

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“Talk to me, Y/N!” Matthew shouted over the music of the club as you chugged back the martini in your hand, gesturing for the waiter to bring you another.

“I don’t want to! Just let me drink and be angry, okay?!”

“Okay but why are you angry?! It’s just work right?!”

There’s a lull in the music as you turn to sullenly look at him. “Yeah but—”

“She’s their ex.”

“It’s not even that but…”

“But what?”

A heavy bass fills the room before you can answer. You reach for his hand and bring him to a patio that’s outside, allowing him to reach in his pocket and light a cigarette.

“I got incredibly sick last week and in my haze I told them I’m always worried they can do better.”

“Y/N…”

“I know. We talked about it and I believe them when they say they love me. That I’m the only one for them but then I saw that girl…she’s not like me.”

“Probably one of the many reasons they love you. Y/N, there is a reason they aren’t with this girl anymore. Also don’t forget, you met her for like, what… 5 minutes? You don’t know the whole story. You’re just letting our parents get in your brain again.”

You nod at his observation. “Matthew… our parents disowned me because I’m not perfect. What if—”

“No ma’am. Don’t even go there. Our parents disowned US because of their ignorance. Honey, being human means you’ll never be perfect but you’re perfect for them.”

You smile as you wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for being you.” He grins as he kisses the top of your head. “I’m going to go grab another drink. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as you disappear, Eddie and Steve find Matthew outside.

“Hey, man. Where is she?”, the metalhead asks.

“She went to go grab another drink.” They nod at him as they take a sip from the glasses in their hands. “She told me you asked her to move in with you guys.” Steve meets his gaze as he nods again. “She also told me what happened at the wedding you guys went to before your impromptu trip to Indiana.”

Matthew squishes his cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “I like you guys a lot but I’m warning you now. Something like that is a big step for her and if you hurt her again like you guys did before…I will kill you.” He grins at them as he pats Eddie’s shoulder. “And I don’t mean that in like a sarcastic way. She’s been through enough.”

They glance at each other, knowing he means what he’s saying. After following him back into the club, they find you dancing and smiling with Avery. Your brother chuckles as he watches you have fun. “You never would have guessed we grew up in an uber religious house!” The boys laugh along with him as he nudges Steve with his elbow. “And not just because of the dancing, Daddy!”

Their eyes widen as they turn to face him making Matthew laugh harder. “She has bruises on her wrist and arms that look like fingerprints! My sister didn’t want to tell me at first but when I told her they look like the same kind of marks girls leave my bedroom with…! It’s kind of funny! In bed I always like to be control! I assumed it was because we never had any growing up!”

The music dies down again and you giggle as you wrap your arms around your client, heading back towards your brother.

“You would think she would be the same but I guess not.”

“Maybe it’s because after she left your parent’s house, she had to learn how to handle things by herself. That can be exhausting.” Matthew raises his eyebrow inquisitively as he gives his full attention to Eddie. “Especially when you feel like… it will all fall apart if you don’t have everything together.”

“What she doesn’t realize though is”, Steve continues. “She has way more control in and out of the bedroom than she thinks she does. Y/N has us wrapped around her finger.”

“Hey! You guys came.”, Avery clapped excitedly. “How was your shoot?”

The men across from you watched as your eyes fall to the floor.

“We wouldn’t know. We left right after Y/N did.”

“Oh? What took you so long to get here then?”, you ask.

Their eyes shift to Avery before turning to your brother.

“Hey Av. I’m sick of these whiskey whatevers. Take me to the bar and order me the best drink on the menu. My sister says you come here a lot so I trust your judgement.”

Your client grins as Matthew extends his elbow to him and the boy loops his arm through as they head to the counter.

“We had a conversation with Cass about this stunt she pulled. She won’t be doing it again.”

Your eyes flicked to Steve before looking down at the contents of your glass. “Yeah, because she seems extremely trustworthy…Why…why haven’t you guys mentioned her before? Or at least told me someone you dated was in the industry so I could look out for you guys.”

They frustratingly sigh, looking around the club before Steve heads down a hallway and Eddie takes your hand to follow. After turning into a nearby open door and locking it, they marvel at the room you three find yourself in.

It’s small with couches along the mirror lined walls. In the middle, a stripper pole welcomes anyone to use with a stereo in the corner for ambiance.

“Did…did we just walk into one of our movies?” Eddie’s eyes scan the room and you can’t help but laugh.

“I mean, the club is called Fantasy.”

Steve hastily guides you to one of the sofas, throwing you both down as he takes your hands in his. “Y/N, I swear we didn’t purposely hide her from you or anything like that. We thought Cassie was back in New York.” Your brows furrow together as Eddie throws himself down next to you.

“We met her on set a little after we moved here and had our little arrangement for about two months. She was the first person we tried it with and she was all for it. The last time we saw her she was spending the night at our place and the next morning she was gone. Left a note and everything.”

“Actually, a note would have been better. She placed a sticky note on Eddie’s phone that said something like ‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m going home.’ When we called her agency, they said she had flown back home to New York.”

“Did you have feelings for her?”

“Not like we do for you.”

You roll your eyes at Steve’s answer. “I’m not a child. Just answer my question and DON’T tell me it doesn’t matter!”, you turn to warn Eddie.

“It doesn’t! Do you know why? Because she left without so much as a fucking goodbye.”

“Like we were trash.” You sighed at Steve’s comment as his eyes squint in your direction. “Y/N, she’s not nor will she ever be better than you in anyway way shape or form.”

“Is that why your jealous? Jesus Christ.”, Eddie whines in annoyance. “That little snippet you witnessed? Not new for her. She could be aggressively bratty and not in a fun way.”

“Why did you stay with her then? I mean why did you even bother?”

“Because the sex was good.”, Steve cringed as he looked at you. “It was. Again, not as good as—”

“Okay, Mr. Harrington. Calm down. I don’t need you to keep stroking my ego.”, you interrupt with a small smile.

“I’m sure you understand with your own experiences. Not that I need my ego stroked but…”, he grins. Your smile grows as you look down at your hands. “Whoa, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“Wow, Munson. Look at her face. Did all your past sexual encounters suck?”

“So, a stripper pole in the middle of the room, huh? That’s so cliché.” As you start to slide off the couch, two strong hands grip your biceps and pull you back. They both beam down at you with big, amused yet admiration filled eyes. “I did say you had way more sexual experience than me.”

“Yeah but, I mean, had you ever even cum before?”

“I thought I had. I really did! Until I got in this business. Then I thought I was doing something wrong because I couldn’t…get there. Then…”, your eyes squeeze shut as you gesture your head towards Eddie.

“Oh, this is too good.”, the metalhead chuckles. “Talk about stroking the ego. Your first orgasm EVER was because of my fingers WHILE watching Steve get his shitty blow job.” You both make a face at him as he laughs harder. “Well, you’re welcome.”

The door to the room abruptly opens as a bouncer flies in. “Guys, these rooms aren’t ready yet. You have to get out. Come on now! Now!”

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“I will be coming back. Jesus, you always hug me like I’m going away forever.”

“It feels like it.”, you wrap your arms around your brother tighter as he chuckles.

Matthew points at the guys behind you. “Remember what I said, yeah?” They nod as he unhooks your arms from around his waist to look down at your face. “You to. Don’t let our parents live rent free in there, okay?” He points to your temple as you smile and respond with a tiny ok.

After revving his bike a few times, he delivers you one final wave before speeding off and disappearing over the hill.

“Are you ok?”, Steve asks as he hugs you from behind. When you nod, he suddenly lifts you in the air and throws you over his shoulder. “Good. Then the punishment can begin.”

“Daddy!”, you giggle as he carries you back inside. “What are you talking about?! I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, really? I specifically remember you being a brat yesterday and then the cherry on top was you calling me Steven.”

“Fuck. But I apologized!”

He reached up and smacked your ass before flinging you onto the mattress. “Watch your mouth. So, Ed, what we thinking?” The man places his hands on his hips as he looks to his friend. “Do you want to do it?”

You watch them with eager eyes as they whisper to each other. Eddie grins as Steve leaves the room and removes his pants before falling on to the bed with his bare back to the headboard. “Come here, princess.” He pats the space between his legs and you kiss his cheek as you place yourself where he wants you.

The other man returns with a bowl but before you can peek at what’s inside the metalhead grips your chin, forcing you to look ahead. “Eyes forward.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His lips tenderly kiss the back of your head as he lifts your shirt and tosses it to the floor. “Do you want your hair up or down?”

“Oh, um. I don’t know, Sir. I don’t know what’s happening. What do you think?”

The boy glances at Steve who shrugs. “You can just keep it out of her face with your hand if you need to. Can you hold it up for me though while I put this on her?”

On instinct, you move your head to look towards him to see what they are putting on you but Eddie immediately pulls your chin, forcing your face forward. “If you move your head again, you won’t like the punishment that follows. Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

He loosens his grip as he holds your hair up in a makeshift ponytail. Something soft and velvet blinds you as they place it over your eyes.

“How’s that, honey? Can you see anything? Be honest.”

“No, Daddy. It feels really nice actually. Can I adjust it a little bit?” When he gives you permission, you reach up tug it down a bit more so it’s fully and comfortably resting on your face.

When lips gently meet yours, a little gasp escapes you. “Whoa.” You reach out with your hand to caress Steve’s face. “It’s so weird but in a good way. You…taste different. Stronger.” You feel his smile spread across his lips before reaching behind you blindly to find Eddie. “Can…Can I—”

His palm reaches for your cheek and guides your mouth to his own. You instantly taste nicotine but also the lingering savoriness that makes up the man you love amplified to an intoxicating degree.

“Ok. Hey, hey now. This is supposed to be a punishment.” Steve grabs your jaw and turns you away from the other man as you both try and catch your breath. “You got her, Munson?”, he chuckles.

“Yeah. Yeah, I got her. Fuck me.” Eddie’s arms looped around yours, bringing them behind your back as his heels slide over your ankles to hold them down.

“Alright, little one. The rules of this punishment are simple. Don’t make any noise or say a word. If you do…?” While Steve was speaking, the metalhead had shifted so your wrists were held with one hand as his other came back around to the front of your body. When his friend paused, his palm came down hard on your inner thigh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”

“What do you think, bud? I’m thinking 15 min of silence.”

“Sounds good to me. Start over every time she fails.”

“Every time I fail. You both are so cocky, I swear.”, you giggle until you feel Eddie’s chest lean away from you and a firm hand slaps your cheek.

“You’re already failing, little girl.”, Steve whispers.

It feels like an eternity before any movement is made. The pads of the man’s fingers glide lightly along your legs and up your thighs, stopping right before he reaches you sex and repeating his actions.

“Now I know what you’re thinking, babe. This is punishment for the way you behaved at the shoot but it’s not.” The bed dipped in front of you and you bit your lip as you felt him trace along your tummy. His fingers trailed back down and you whined when his fingers skipped your pussy again.

A hand came down to slap your thigh and Steve chuckled. “I guess we’re starting over.”

He began caressing your skin again, purposely avoiding all the sensitive areas you wanted him to touch so desperately. “You are being punished because you, little one, don’t value yourself like you should.”

Steve’s hand rested on your cheek as you turned your head to press into it. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip and you silently kissed it, hearing him let out a small sigh of pleasure. “Honey, we love you so much. There is no other woman we would rather be with than you.” Tugging his palm away, he gradually slides down your body and you jump when his thumb pressed against your clit.

“You don’t need us to tell you how amazing you are and you shouldn’t allow bitches like Cassie Leigh or your bigoted parents make you feel less than.”

You tried to hold in your whine but he wasn’t moving his thumb fast or hard enough to get you where you needed to be. As soon as it left your mouth, Steve removed his hand and Eddie slapped between your legs making you cry out.

You felt the atmosphere shift and heard the sound of something being moved.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”, you shout as something cold and wet touches your calf.

That earned you two hard slaps on your thighs. “Watch. Your. Mouth.”, Eddie growled in your ear. You apologized and slowly came to realize that the cold, wet thing was ice. Your legs began to tremble as he brought the cube between your thighs. You so badly wanted him to touch you with it as your hips involuntarily started to grind.

“Oh, honey. So needy. This is the furthest you’ve gotten so far. 10 minutes left. Do you think you can make it?”

He guided the ice to your nipple, startling you but you managed not to make a sound.

“So beautiful, sweetheart.”

Switching to caress your other breast with the cube, Steve mouth enveloped your erect bud, swirling his tongue along your flesh. Your head fell back on Eddie’s shoulder as you stifled your moans.

“You want to try, Eddie?” The metalhead slides out from behind you as the other man grips your wrists and places your hands against the headboard above you as you fall to your back.

“I could handcuff you but I’m trusting you, okay? Do NOT move your hands from this spot.”

You nod, fearing that if you reply properly, they will restart the timer. “Good girl. I’m going to help keep that mouth quiet.”

Eddie reaches into the bowl on your nightstand and picks up where his friend left off while Steve places himself by your face and positions his cock by your mouth. “Open up, little miss.”

You do as your told and he hisses at the feeling as your lips wrap around him. His hand grips the side of your head, turning you so you can take more of his length as he does small thrusts with his hips.

As Eddie brings the ice down your stomach, you feel his tongue trail after liquid and it takes every fiber of your being not to moan.

“Good girl, baby. You’re doing so well. You have a couple more minutes. I’m, f-fuck, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little mouth, baby girl.”

While Steve picks up his pace, the metalhead rubs the cubed along your clit as he pushes two of his fingers into your entrance. The euphoria of feeling them finally touch you where you want is almost too much to handle and you know you want last long. You assume the ice in Eddie’s hand melts because the cold sensation is replaced by his warm tongue as he flicks at your nub.

Steve’s watch beeps and he groans as he pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“Sir, yes. Please, please, please! Daddy, can I cum?”

As soon as he gives you permission, your legs clamp around Eddie’s head as you stumble over the edge. He forcefully shoves your thighs against the mattress as his tongue rides you through it.

Eddie climbs your body, hurling the mask off your eyes, and pushing your legs wider apart with his knees before guiding his cock into your entrance. His motions are slow at first, pumping himself into you as deep as he can, gradually picking up his pace. You glance at Steve who was still beside you on his elbow as he watched your face contort in ecstasy.

“Can I—mmm—can I move my…hands, Daddy?”

“Yes, you can.”

Eddie mewled as you palms wrapped him and your nails dragged down his back.

“Harder, Sir. Please.”

His body fell against yours as he placed his head to the other side of your own. “Like this, baby?” He clings to you as his hips slam into yours, your eyes rolling back.

“Yes, Sir. Just like that. You feel so good.”

“Cum for me, princess. Please.” He whispers his last word so low you barely heard him, grunting as your pussy clenched around him. Eddie’s neck craned as he watched you come undone. “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl. Fuck.”

His hips faltered as he thrust his seed into your cunt. You tenderly ran your fingers through his hair as he panted against your neck.

“You ready for Daddy, baby?”

You nod, shakily crawling to him as he rises on to his knees, wrapping his arms around you, and lifting you so your back was against his chest.

Steve reached between you two, spitting into his hand as you moaned, feeling the tip of his hard cock press against you.

“Fuck, Daddy.”, you whimpered as he guided himself into your ass.

His fingers roughly pinched your cheeks, pushing your head back against his shoulder as he began pumping his hips.

“Just because the punishment ended—mmm—doesn’t mean you can curse. You…you didn’t do that with him. What makes…you think you can get away with it…with me, little girl? Hm?”

“I’m…I’m sorry, Daddy.” Your hands clung to his arms that were encircled around your waist as he thrust into you harder.

“Did his long, thick fingers and cock…make you fucking…fucking dumb?”

You cried out when you suddenly felt fingers between your legs, opening your eyes to see Eddie on his knees in front of you. His forehead fell on yours as he pushed two of his fingers inside of your entrance, matching Steve’s pace.

The other man closed his eyes, panting at the sound of your moans. “Cum, honey. Please. You sound so fucking beautiful. I need to hear it.”

He presses you tightly to him and your body shakes as you cum, lips attaching to his as his tongue mingles with yours. Steve’s grunts hit your face as he leans his nose to your cheek, his own body trembling as he releases inside of you.

“Please…”, you beg as you push at Eddie’s hand.

Steve grips your hips as he carefully lifts you off his lap before bringing you with him as he falls flat on the mattress on his side. The metalhead follows you both down, pushing some of your damp hair out of your face.

As he starts to get up, you quickly reach out to grab his arm. “Wait…Wait. Not yet.”

Eddie smiles as lays back down beside you. “Are you okay?” You nod, placing your hand on his cheek. “Ah, Ah, Ah. This is what I was afraid of. Wake up, sweetheart.”, he tuts as your eyes start to close.

A small, sleepy grin spreads along your face. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

Steve snorts behind you as he laughs making your grin stretch further along your face.

“Such a pain in the ass. You’re lucky we love you.” Eddie kisses your forehead before heading towards the bathroom and turning on the shower. The other man groans as he rolls off the bed and lifts you into his arms, setting you down under the water.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Yes, you can sit down.”

“No, you goof.”, you playfully slap Eddie’s arm. “You guys said I’m the first girl you actually had a relationship with, right? So, you’ve never had a girl move in with you?”

Their actions slow as they listen, Steve freezing completely. “That’s right.”

“So, um, I know that when I sleepover or vice versa, we fall asleep together but at your house you both have your own room…”

The metalhead turns off the shower, drying himself before reaching for you and gently running the towel over your body. “Princess, you’re doing that thing again where you dance around the topic instead of asking what you actually want to ask.”

“I was just thinking… I mean…do you both need your own room?”

Steve throws on some boxers and reaches for a clean shirt to throw over your head. “I like falling asleep with you.”

“Me to.”, Eddie chimes in. “I was thinking…hypothetically… if you moved in with us, we could turn one of our rooms into like an office or something for you.”

“You do bring a lot of your work home. Not including us, of course.”

You giggle as you climb back into bed and they follow, your eyes shifting back and forth between them. “Okay.”

“Okay like ‘good to know’ or okay like ‘I want to move in with you guys?’”, Steve asked in a nervous tone.

“I’d like to move in. If…if you still want me to.”

“Fuck yes!”, Eddie shouts before clearing his throat. “I mean, yeah, of course we still want you to.”

“Matthew already threatened us to so you’re good to go.”

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tigresslanzhu · 2 years ago

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So…

I was thinking about Sing 3 and the potential of bringing Nooshy back…

A lot of sources are speculating that it isn’t happening and I feel like I know the main reason why they think it won’t…

As far as I know, Letitia Wright, Nooshy’s VA, is still on hiatus from acting because she had genuine concerns of the new COVID-19 vaccines and the internet cancelled her straight away! The last film released with her acting credit before this decision, of course, was Wakanda Forever. (yeah, just because I have high functioning autism, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot when it comes to how long movies in post-production can take, especially for a MARVEL FILM!)

I still say that it’s not out of the question for Nooshy to return yet. Illumination has no problem replacing actors when the original is either unavailable or in legal trouble. For instance, Louis C.K., who originally voiced Max for The Secret Life Of Pets was facing sexual assault allegations during the production of the sequel, and Patton Oswalt was called in to fill the role.

Now you may be saying, “But, Artica, Max is the protagonist of Secret Life! It just wouldn’t be a Pets movie without Max! Maybe we could survive without Nooshy!”

Well, you’d be right. When you have a character that integral to your franchise, you can’t just drop them! That’s how I feel about Nooshy! She solidified herself as a part of the New Moon Troupe just by being there for Johnny and the others! If you pitched her now, you’d lose a choreographer! Okay, maybe that’s what Ryan could be used for as well, but I can see the pair of them being co-workers and supporting their friends unconditionally!

What’s the point? Well, for the past year, I have been scouting for potential candidates for Nooshy’s new voice actress. To keep the Black representation alive, I mostly focused on Black women with that beautiful British accent we know and love. Leigh-Ann Pollock of Little Mix fame (perfect for if they wanted Nooshy to sing), Clara Amfo of BBC Radio One, Sophie Okonedo of The Secret Life Of Bees [Funny coincidence there]… But then last night, I realized that the answer was right in front of my face from the beginning!

Sherrie Silver was responsible for the choreography for Sing 2 and for helping to bring Out Of This World to life! She even stated that she really liked Nooshy and focused on her agility and flexibility a lot. It almost makes sense that if no one else, Illumination should have her voice Nooshy!

It really isn’t too far off to ask a choreographer to do some acting. For the Japanese dub of Sing 2, Akane Miyazaki, who is known for her choreography, was called in to voice Nooshy.

And do you remember Alvin And The Chipmunks 2007?

The actual choreographer for that film, Rosero “Taffy” McCoy even got his own little scene in that film, where he tells Ian [David Cross] that he’s the choreographer and he hilariously doesn’t even know what that means. It’s your JOB as a huge record executive and tour manager to know what a choreographer is!

Taffy: It’s dancing.

Ian: Well, then next time just say I’m the dance guy!

Yes, it’s filler, but it’s entertaining filler that highlights the significance of choreographers!

So yeah… That’s my opinion on it all. Feel free to tell me who you think should fill Nooshy’s shoes and what role she could play in Sing 3, if at all!

#sing 2021 #sing 2016 #sing nooshy #sing2026maybe?

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saintvainglorious · 25 days ago

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Fics I Enjoyed in September & October

Includes 10 fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails, Captive Prince, DC Comics, Harry Potter, Star Wars

Compromising by samvelg Star Wars | Gen | 13k | Not Rated

Five times Admiral Piett misunderstands the nature of Luke and Vader's relationship, and the one time he doesn't.

Paternal Relations by willowcrowned/@willowcrowned Star Wars | Gen | 1k | Teen & Up

“No,” Vader says, “I am your father.” Every bit of the pain, the terror, and the rage that have been flooding Luke’s senses is completely drowned out by utter confusion. What, he thinks, the fuck. Then, a sinking feeling completely overtakes him. The Force is telling him the truth of Vader’s words— he can feel them resonating, falling along invisible threads and weaving their way through his being— but there’s something not quite right about them. Vader is his father, at least technically, but there’s something he’s missing, something that he— Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband.

What Lurks in the Dark by DragonflyBreak Star Wars | Gen | 155k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of Along a Different Path

A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out.

Lovefool by Kittendiamore Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 5k | General Audiences

It starts, embarrassingly enough, with an ad from Craigslist: "I’m a 21 y.o art student (male), writing a thesis on the relationship between performance and the awareness of the audience. You don’t care about that. I’m an actor offering to give you the most dramatic night of your life. I’ll be your date to any event/function/family gathering, and convince your friends/family members that I’m either: the biggest mistake of your life or the best thing that ever happened to you. Up to you. I’m very good at what I do."

all this and heaven too by spinawren/@wrenaspun Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 15k | Mature | Part 1 of selkieverse

Laurent felt his mouth twist. “You want me to stay, but not enough to do anything about it.” Damen’s expression softened. “I wouldn’t make you stay,” he said, “for the world.” He said, “Laurent, it would be such a sacrifice.”

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant/@blorb-el DC Comics | Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | 36k (WIP) | Mature

Clark has accepted what it means to be Lex's prisoner - the pain of the Green, the experiments, the hands on it. The long years buried in its containment cell, let out only to act as Lex's weapon, as Lex's tool. It had fought back at first, but years have ground it down and away to almost nothing. Then Lex hands it a baby. And Clark realizes that while it may have hurt humans, and lied about what it is, and it may deserve to be locked away - Kon deserves to be free.

thieves by Ajaxthegreat Black Sails | James Flint/Charles Vane | 4k (WIP) | Explicit

“I’m not averse,” Vane says, and Flint marvels at it: his ability to be so entirely straightforward, his total lack of shame or subtext.

Theories of Magic and Mind by M_Leigh/@morgan-leigh Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 28k | Teen & Up

“Pensieves are subjective, just like memories are,” Remus continued. “So I can’t just—pull out memories of Hogwarts and play them like films for you to show you exactly what happened. A lot of it is sort of fuzzy and fragmented and it’s not a reliable record of events. But I thought it might be helpful.” Sirius considered the fact that circumspect, reserved Remus Lupin was offering to crack open his mind and let Sirius inside. “All right then.” Memory magic, across three eras.

Light in August by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 21k | Explicit

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

Born Under Punches by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 13k | Mature

The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.

Frog and Toad Aren't Friends Anymore by swordfishtrombones Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 10k | Mature

“Is this really all because I wouldn’t live with you?” Remus is still feeling a little fuzzy, but he’s beginning to get chilly and fed up, and he wants to be on common ground. “Some people just aren’t good flatmates. I wasn’t trying to say I liked Adrian and Mary better than you, or whatever you’re thinking.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and squints at the streetlight, twisting his mouth like Remus is truly hopeless. “It hurt,” says Sirius, “my feelings.”

#black sails #captive prince #dc comics #harry potter #star wars #wolfstar #im cheating a bit bc the star wars fics i read at the very end of august

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What is Black Film?

If you were to ask for an answer immediately, I wouldn’t know. I’d probably say something stupid like “The Color Purple” (dir. Steven Spielberg). But with further analysis, I’d be honest. I don’t know. I don’t know what “Black Film” is. Is it the connection a movie holds within the culture? Does an all black crew necessitate the “Black Film” tagline?

I’m going to regurgitate a phrase I’ve heard very often. “Black People are not a Monolith”, and with that being said, not everything NEEDS to be a black film. But that rhetoric is harmful. Bear with me here. My personal perspective on Black culture in film & tv is entirely warped. Astray. Discombobulated. Any word you wanna used to describe…f**ked up. I give credit to the lack of positive representation of myself in media as a growing black boy, all the way to a young man.

What do I mean by this? Why am I so confusing right now? Because I’m confused. Because I myself don’t know how I feel about this topic. But I am not ignorant. I am not complacent. I know that there is more to the world that I can learn. I know that there is more to the culture than what I’ve seen so far, and at this point, it is my duty to make sure I see through.

Fourteen year old me would have sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes at the thought of having a conversation about the idea of Black Film. Particularly because he believed that it wasn’t necessary. He believed that not everything needed to involve Black people. “The world doesn’t revolve around you” is the phrase he consistently said to himself. He was tired of the internet. He was tired of social media pages such as “The Shaderoom” and “Worldstar”, which popularized gossip & instigation within the black community. He thought it was ignorant.

Let me switch gears real quick and talk about a movie I’ve recently watched titled, “American Fiction”. It was written, produced, and directed by Cord Jefferson. A black man. American Fiction tells the story of Thelonius ‘Monk’ Ellison, a black author who is fed up with Black stories in entertainment always including pain, or negativity. Monk is played by Jeffery Wright. Opposite of Jeffery Wright is Issa Rae, who plays Sintara Golden, a popular author who writes stories about the black experience, whether it be negative or positive.

In the movie, Monk goes through a series of events fueled by envy, disdain, hypocrisy, and jealousy. He wants his novels to become popular. He’s a black man creating stories. To him, that’s a “Black story” Experiencing his novel is the “Black experience” because he is the black man who wrote it. He doesn’t want to “feed” into the stereotypes and create a story centered around black trauma.

But that’s not what makes the bread. It’s even more apparent when Monk’s sister dies suddenly, the caretaker for his mother. His sisters death is the catalyst for this movie. It creates his motives. He doesn’t even grieve the loss of her life. He can’t accept it. His mother’s health rapidly declines after her daughter’s death. He still cannot accept it. Monk closes himself off internally from everyone. He has a complex.

Monk is getting anxious. He needs money to pay for his mother’s care. Their family has a maid, but she found love. She wants to leave and get married. Monk lets her leave. Throughout the movie, Monk questions why isn’t he in love, why isn’t he married. Why is he so much like his father, but not at the same time. Did I mention Monk’s father committed suicide by gunshot when he was younger? Oh I didn’t? Sorry. Monk is going through a lot as you can see. I didn’t even need to add that part.

Are you noticing something? Has your brain flipped? No? Yes? Maybe so?

Monk succumbs to his desires and writes a book titled “Fuck”, written by a fictional character, “Stagg R. Leigh”. Stagg is a fugitive on the run, but he wanted to write a book and share his terrible, no good, dirty black experience. Monk uses this pen name and fictional character to garner millions of dollars in revenue. He can finally pay for his mother’s care.

But now here comes the next battle…Internalized Racism!! Monk is shocked that “Fuck” is critically acclaimed. Monk denounces the work in private, but he secretly loves the attention. He got what he wanted. He got his popularity, he got his coin. But at what cost? He had to dig into the stereotypes he hates so much. Here’s the kneeslapper, Monk himself IS a stereotype.

Monk & Sintara Golden are chosen to join three white judges on a panel for the literary awards. But Monk doesn’t care about black stories because he only allows himself to see the negativity in them. He doesn’t allow himself to understand the representation, to be empathetic and realize that the world doesn’t revolve around his ideals. Monk thinks that Issa Rae’s character, Sintara Golden, is fetishizing and exploiting black trauma.

He called her work “Black trauma porn”. Monk believes that Black people have the potential to be more, to create better stories. Sintara tells him “Potential is what people see when they think what’s infront of this isn’t good enough.” This silences Monk. The jury for the awards ends in the three white voices declaring that “Fuck” by Stagg R. Leigh is essential to black voices. Much to Sintara & Monk’s dismay.

At the literary awards ceremony, “Fuck” is revealed to be the winner of this year’s award. The crowd applauses as they look around for Stagg R. Leigh. Monk’s anxiety is at an all time high. He decides to go on stage. Monk reveals he has a confession to make, but right before he speaks, we smash to black.

What? Excuse me? Is that how it ends? These are all the thoughts I had until we opened again on Monk reading off a script while speaking with a movie director played by Adam Brody. They’re on the set of “Plantation Annihilation”. The director criticizes Monk for the smash to black ending, calling it boring. He needs to bring “more”.

Has this entire movie been a screenplay Monk has been writing? Is Monk really the man we know? The conversation with Brody’s character ends when him and Monk come to a conclusion. Right as Monk goes to the stage and proclaims his pen name, a SWAT team runs in and points weapons at him. At Stagg R. Leigh. They then shoot him down, proclaiming the award trophy was a gun.

The director loves this ending, and Monk sighs. Shortly before he leaves, he comes face to face with an actor dressed as an enslaved man. The actor throws up a peace sign, and Monk nods. He drives away & we finally cut to black. The End.

In this movie we had a man by the name of Thelonius ‘Monk’ Ellison battle his own internalized racism in regard to what a “Black story” is. I saw my fourteen year old self in Monk. I related to how Monk felt about the negativity within Black stories. The difference is, I didn’t let myself become ignorant, I didn’t turn my head at the sight of stereotypes, and I most certainly did not become a hypocrite.

The thematic elements of “American Fiction” are plain as day. Yet, they’re so complex, so nuanced, that I am itching to watch it again. I want to see what else I can uncover. The standard of Black entertainment is always under a lens. From Spike Lee to John Singleton…and even…..Tyler Perry. Black stories are plentiful, despite the content. Representation matters. Getting more Black faces on screen matters.

With this watch of “American Fiction”, and my personal opinions aside, I can finally answer the original question.

What is Black Film?

Black film is an amalgamation of collaborative effort between several Black entertainers to tell a story about the Black experience.

#filmmaking #black films #american fiction #spike lee #issa rae #tyler perry #black entertainment

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Daughter of the shadows Ch. 6

Word Count: ~1.3k Warnings: mention of alcohol, gambling,one (1) gunshot,not proofread, let me know if I forgot something.

Author's Note: Sixth chapter to my Grishaverse fanfic. A reminder this is insipred by my SoC DR so it’ll follow both the books and the show plotlines, there will be changes to the canon characters and their storylines, it’s also a Kaz Brekker x OC. | English isn’t my first language so please bear with me and tell me if there’s something wrong. I hope you like it.

all rights to leigh bardugo, i only owny liith and her backstory (other ocs will be introduced later)

Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

CHAPTER 6

KAZ

The rain-corrupted air came in through the open window, the roar of the rain echoed in the room, a minimal shift, an imperceptible noise, a shadow behind him, Kaz did not look up from the sink, did not try to hide his hands, did not move from his position waiting for the girl to speak, for her to give him good news.

"What business?" He asked simply without turning his gaze on the girl. "A tip on a job. Big one. Lots of money to change your life." "You don't need a lot of it to change your life in the Barrel." Kaz replied, they both knew what the truth was, the only money that could change your life in the Barrel was the money needed to get to the next day, to the possibility of having a bed or a hot meal; Kaz knew that no matter what the job was, Inej, his Wraith would not be there with them, her life would change without him, she had the chance to leave, to leave the corruption, violence and poverty of Ketterdam behind, to start a new life, to take revenge on those who had ruined the lives of not only her but hundreds of other kids. "A million Kruge?" The girl's voice came like a whisper in Kaz's ear, that amount of money could pay off far more than the boy's debts, it would allow him to give her the life she deserved, the future she had now accepted to be gone.

"What’s the name?" Kaz asked as he looked up at the mirror in front of him, Inej's reflection staring back at him, studying him for clues as to what he was thinking, details she would forget once she left. "Dreesen, a rich merchant." She replied, crossing her gaze with the boss’ in the reflection before them, "Dreesen. I know who he is. He can afford it. But what's a million Kruge worth to him?" he asked, covering his hands with his leather gloves. "He's looking for a team to cross the Fold to Ravka East and bring him something back." Crossing the Fold, Kaz knew what that meant, he knew what happened there, he knew it was not possible to cross it without the proper means, without the permits and documents, but greed was the only thing Kaz Brekker believed in, the only thing that would always move his choices.

"The Fold? Then you take the million to your grave. Didn't he say what he wants?" "No, but he's holding meetings tonight at midnight." "Tell me you followed him." It was a pointless question, he knew the Suli had followed him, that she didn't need him to tell her how to do her job, but he needed confirmation, he knew Inej wouldn't be there and he needed all the information he could find. "He brought someone from his ship. He cut through from the Garden District to keep out of sight, I would have followed him inside but Dreesen hired private guards." The girl's voice broke imperceptibly, "I should have used knives to get close." Kaz knew Inej only had one rule, only one request not to kill, Inej would never kill, not for a job, not for revenge, she would only do it to save her family. "Private guards? Do we know them?" Kaz asked, "A Zemeni man, I think his name is Tendo. Do you know him?" Kaz Brekker knew everyone in the Barrel, anyone who gambled in the clubs of the Pleasure District, anyone who was in debt, had stolen secrets, debts, alliances, Kaz Brekker knew everything about the citizens of Ketterdam. "Yes, he gambles at one of Pekka's clubs, so I have no influence over him. But Pekka has." The guy's feet moved autonomously, his gaze fixed on the documents scattered on the desk, intent on studying new contracts, new secrets, anything that could help him figure out how to get the exclusive on the job.

Ine’s gaze followed the boss, remaining silent for a few seconds before asking, "So? What’s the next move?" Kaz's gaze lifted from the papers, stopping on the Suli in front of him before moving to the oil painting hanging on the wall, a representation of the Fold. "You're the one who believes in a higher power." Said the boy arranging the papers, "Kaz you don't have to take the job." Inej's voice was faint, she knew he wouldn't change his mind, she knew there would be no reason for Kaz to pass up an opportunity like this. "You must go, your crew is waiting for you." He said to the girl before opening the door and walking out of his office.

The place was full, drunken tourists occupied the tables, his Dregs checked the hands played, the money bet, the cards left on the tables. A gunshot silenced the club, Big Bolliger and Specht forcibly lifted one of the patrons before kicking him out of the club. "Gotcha." Jesper's voice was cheerful, satisfied as the Zemeni put the gun back in its scabbard before throwing himself on the money on the table. "No loud noises at the table, Jesper. They scare off the pigeons." Jesper nodded, "Wouldn’t want that boss." "Shouldn’t you be at the door?" "Yup, right away boss." The moment Jesper rose from the table Kaz's gaze fell on Lilith, the scars on her face shone in contrast to the red of her lips, the girl's amber eyes fixed in his, with an imperceptible nod he told her to follow him.

"How long ago had you decided this?" Lilith's impassive voice echoed in the office as she closed the door behind her. "Almost two months." Kaz replied simply as he sat down at his desk and removed his gloves, "And it didn't occur to you to tell me?" "It didn't concern you." "It didn't concern me, so I had no right to know that the only person who really understood me would sail the Saints only know where!" The boss did not answer, his gaze fixed on the painting to his left, his hands intent on caressing the raven on his staff, the scarred girl sat on the brown satin ottoman under the window.

The moon's rays shone on the girl's ceramic skin, the scars on her arms seemed to glow in contrast to the two tattoos, black veins seemed to come out of her gloves, eyelashes kissed her cheeks as her jaw clenched tighter and tighter; Kaz was used to seeing her like this, he knew her by now, he should have been used to it, yet part of him couldn't help but be surprised every time the scars on her body appeared in his field of vision.

"Does Jesper know?" Lilith asked, breaking the silence, "Yes." "Why did you make me come here?" "I have a job." "Do you want me to order your books in chronological order? Or maybe in chromatic order?" Sarcasm came out like venom from her lips, they both knew she was the only one who could talk to him like that, that she was the only one who could turn down jobs and challenge him. "Dreesen is looking for a team willing to cross the Fold, for a million Kruge." The girl snapped to her feet, finding herself in front of the boss's desk before he could notice, "And you want me to cross the Fold? For a million Kruge?" an emotionless laugh escaped the brunette's lips, "That's enough to change your life," the boss explained, "No, don't try to sell me that freedom crap. We both know no amount of money could ever make us free, we both know we'll be dead in the harbour before we can repay our debts." said Lilith getting up and slamming the door behind her, leaving Kaz speechless.

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 11 months ago

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What are your thoughts on Alina being Shu in the show? If canon Alina was from Shu Han do you think it would've made any difference? The show kind of wasted this storyline but idk if I prefer Alina actually having a solid backstory or book Alina being this nobody from nowhere that's now a reverred saint. Also I've seen a lot of people from the book fandom hc darkling as shu looking.

I like her being specifically mixed race a lot! Especially with how it ties into her unmoored feeling where she isn’t sure there’s anywhere she truly belongs. I think it could bring really interesting context to her perspective.

When the show and casting were announced I suspected they chose to have her be half Shu because the books are uh pretty racist in that regard! It starts out in subtler ways with the only Asian characters being either the fucking karate teacher trope or Tolya and Tamar as both having essentially renounced their heritage and country completely in order to be counted “one of the good ones” but also the way they’re employed as the only genuinely faithful characters (devoted to the in-books white lead) in the main cast, while shdhff also being presented as untrustworthy when they sell them out to the Apparat?

But then the SoC duology gets sooo much worse with the parem being given a not!opium position as the scary dangerous Drug From The East and the hardcore dehumanized super soldiers from Shu Han whose name I forgot how to spell but omg it really felt like they only existed to be killed in really gruesome and mean spirited ways. Not to mention Wylan’s magic yellowface! That would be terrible on its own but then that’s how the book attempts to remotely deal with racism sjfhfgff by the character in yellowface experiencing micro agressions. It’s just. It’s bad!

I think someone must have said something to LB by KoS or she just realized the implications were decidedly not great because she tries to course correct really hard and shift most antagonistic focus to Fjerda instead. (Too little too late imo 🥲)

So I was assuming the half Shu Alina choice was in a similar vein? But yeah the show did absolutely nothing with it! What a missed opportunity! I was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt with season one where Alina being Shu was only used as an excuse to hurl made up slurs at her, thinking that it might be building to something? …But then it didn’t lol. And that retroactively made the slurs and focus on racism feel so pointless and mean spirited. It felt like an admittance that her being hit over the head constantly with racism wasn’t at all integral to the story and she could’ve been a mixed race protagonist all along without any of that!

But yeah all that being said, I like the concept of Alina being mixed. But I also wouldn’t trust Leigh Bardugo with it? Like everything I already mentioned in the books aside, I think she has a terrible habit of giving her POC characters very racialized suffering in their backstories. I strongly disliked how she handled race with both Inej and Zoya. Zoya was worse imo because she was initially clearly written to be white, but once we got a race retcon for her she suddenly has a never before hinted at poverty and child bride backstory when she’s primarily been associated with privilege before? Like the problem isn’t that she has a tragic backstory, but all the choices felt very racialized. I also just found it slimy how officially commissioned art etc had her visibly brown then the books make a point of saying multiple times that she just… looks white? Just leaves a bad taste in my mouth like she wants the representation brownie points without being willing to commit in canon. So idk as much as I’d love a POC protagonist, if Alina was half Shu in the books as well I wouldn’t trust LB to not give her a weird racial caricature tragic backstory. I do think we could still have the “no backstory just came out of nowhere” thing with her being mixed, I don’t think that has to be canceled out. Like it’s mentioned that Keramzin regularly takes in “war orphans” and border areas tend to be racially mixed. But yeah I just think LB would probably get weird with it. (She was admittedly better with race in Ninth House, but I suspect that also had to do with the real world contemporary setting)

Also the Darkling thing isn’t an HC it’s from a one off line in Demon in the Wood! It’s mentioned that he can, and has, passed as Shu. It’s ahdhf never mentioned again though and kind of wild tbh considering the very visibly white face casts she’s talked about for him in the past?? But that’s just word of god whereas the line in DitW is canon so 🤷‍♀️

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Hey! I’m a big fan of your blog and I have loved seeing your posts over the years about our boys ☺️

I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind discussing a bit on Jerry’s interactions with other ladies that Dean was associated with. I know that him and Jeanne did not get along for various reasons, but isn’t it true that he didn’t particularly like other ladies that Dean had associations with such as Polly Bergen?

Thanks again for all you do for us in the Martin and Lewis fandom 💗

Thank you! :) Great to hear that!

By associations are you meaning friendships, or more like affairs? I don't know if Dean had any sort of relationship more than a friendship with Polly Bergen. Polly and Jerry didn't get along apparently at all. It seems she thought he was being mean to her, by things he said or games he played on set. Honestly, she sounds like she seemed to have confidence issues towards the beginning of her career, so she might have been easily affected by remarks Jerry said. Or he simply chose to be a jerk to her which may have happened, when their personalities did not gel. Some female co-stars got a long great with either both, or just one of them. Lizabeth Scott remembered her time on Scared Stiff in later years, as good. But at the time people reported that she had had a trying time, and was annoyed by Jerry's impersonations of her, But it is rumored that she had an affair with both Dean and Jerry.

Dean and Shirley MacLaine were friends, but not close until later. Jerry made a subtle pass at Shirley, and she chose to make an excuse and leave. Jerry and Shirley did get along on set other that, though he was stranger than she expected I guess. haha

I don't know much about Dean's relationships or friendships with any of the other co-stars in the Martin and Lewis films, or whom Jerry himself didn't like. I know that Corrine Calvet and I believe Jackie Loughery weren't fans of Jerry's wild behavior on set. In contrast, obviously a co-star like Janet Leigh was good friends with both Dean and Jerry.

#Martin and Lewis #anonymous #ask

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Alias(es): Bex (unless you're Hackett, if you call her Rebekah she will punch you), Half Pint (Zaeed's called her this since the day they met when she was six), Kid (likewise Wrex has called her this since she was actually a kid lmao)

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Eye color: pale blue

Hair color: naturally, blonde; currently, probably black or red

Height: 5'3"

Scars: small one through her left eyebrow from when she was shoved down a flight of stairs as a child, a c-shaped one beside and a bullet hole above her right eye from being shot in the face a la Zaeed's betrayal, a brand (like cattle brand) on her left forearm in the shape of the Blue Suns logo - all of these were done by Vido; a similar brand of the 10th Street Reds logo on the inside of her left wrist; innumerable tiny cuts on her face from the end of the Shadow Broker fight; six bullet wounds from Torfan; surgery scars on her left shoulder from the Battle for the Citadel; several burn scars from a house fire and from when she was set on fire by bullies at the orphanage when she was a child

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Color: the pale blue of Hackett's eyes

Hair Color: dark brown

Song: Bugger Off, Fiddlers Green

Food: Chocolate chip waffles/pancakes

Drink: Asari whiskey

HAVE THEY-

Passed university: Yes? I think?

Had sex: Yes

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I was tagged by @alyssalenko to share the music I've been listening to on repeat. Lately that has been my playlist for Katie Shepard. It's a mix of country romance and Queen

I'll tag @painterofhorizons @hot-elf @unnamedblight @hawkeykirsah @sorchacahill and anyone else who wants to do it

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The Ties that Bind Us, Chapter 20

“Have you given any consideration to where you’d like your next posting to be?”

Katie shook her head. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything. Hadn’t even thought beyond today.”

“I would imagine you’ll be getting quite a few offers coming in, and you’ll no doubt have your pick of the lot.”

“I suppose.” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you hinting at what I think you’re hinting at?”

Anderson chuckled. “You caught me. My XO has tired of ship life and is taking a post on one of the outer colonies.”

“Interesting timing.”

“Indeed. Though when he first came to me, you were still an N5. I’d still have tried to recruit you if you’d left back then, though I knew you wouldn’t.”

“It was tempting at times.” Katie cracked her neck, still stiff and sore from the raid. “As is this offer. It’s… very tempting.”

“I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

She shrugged. “Not a ‘but’ exactly, and not a ‘no.’ More of a ‘can I think about it?’”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to go into any new assignment without sitting on it for a bit.”

“And now you sound like Dad.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not, given how often you two butt heads over Alliance matters.”

“It varies, but in this instance, it’s a compliment.” She glanced over Anderson’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil…”

You can find the rest here. As always, comments, reblogs, etc. are very very welcome

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Trick or treat? 🎃

Treat, always 👻

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My #1 post of 2022

Head Over Tattered Sneakers, Ch. 62

It's been... awhile since I updated, becausse *gestures to life in general*

But here we are, a year and a half later, with more Bex shenanigans. Enjoy!

“Wow,” Kaidan began, clearly trying not to stare, “you, uh—”

“Look like you got stabbed in the face by a hundred tiny blades,” Morgan finished when he faltered. Bex stifled a laugh when Hackett reached over and smacked him on the back of the head. “Ow.”

“You’re not wrong, exactly.” She shifted from side to side, staring at her boots to avoid Hackett's gaze the same way she'd avoided Zaeed's. “The fight with the Shadow Broker was… intense. But that's one name crossed off the list of people who want me dead, so I'll call it a win.”

“Close call, according to Massani’s message,” Hackett said. “He mentioned that you didn't take your commandos with you.”

Bex rolled her eyes and finally raised her head to look at him. “We took them to the base, but the Broker had some sort of plan, and they got locked out of his office, so it was just us and Liara. Just me an’ her, actually, after he knocked Zaeed out cold.”

“Is he all right?”

“He joined in Karin’s post-battle nanny goat nagging, so yeah, I'd say he's just fine.” Bex shrugged. “A little sore, probably has a raging headache, but he'll be right as rain in a couple days. He'll be touched that you care.”

Morgan snickered and sidestepped when Hackett glared at him.

“So what can I help you gents with today? I know you didn't call just to stare at my face. Well,” Bex nodded to Morgan and Kaidan, “at least you two didn't.”

Neither even cracked a smile before they glanced at each other, at Hackett, and then took a step back.

Shit.

“We have a delicate situation,” Hackett said, “and we could use your help.”

“Steven, be serious. No one has ever put me and the word delicate in the same sentence unless they were taking the mickey.” Bex narrowed her eyes. “‘Sides, I'm not in the Alliance or a Spectre anymore. I'm not at the top of anybody’s Must Call list.”

“That may be true in most cases, but…” Hackett hesitated before continuing in a somber tone. “Garrett Kyle has reappeared on our radar.”

Bex stumbled back to sink into her desk chair. “As in Major Garrett ‘I got cold feet on the battlefield and ran like a bloody coward’ Kyle?”

“Yes. We don't know what happened after he was given an honorable discharge—”

“‘Honorable’ my ass,” Bex muttered, covered by a cough.

“—after Torfan, but at present, he's set up a commune for wayward biotics.”

She groaned. “Not again… Why’s it always fucking biotics?” She frowned. “Actually, wait… Why is it biotics this time? Unless he got dumped in a vat of eezo in the last six years, Kyle's not…”

“No, he's not. But we’re under the impression he… identifies with them.”

Bex stared stupidly at the screen for several seconds. “In what way could he identify with biotics?”

Hackett held up a hand. “I know, it sounds ludicrous. My own impression is less that he identifies with them, and more that he identified a group of outsiders who needed a guiding hand. Or something to that effect. In fact, he now goes by Father Kyle.”

“This should be bloody brilliant then.”

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The Familiar | Leigh Bardugo: Book Log

Disclaimer: All of my thoughts are subjective. I am by no means a professional reviewer. You’re allowed to interact with this book however you like, and as long as you’re respectful I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Overall Rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

I really really loved this book. It was sitting by my bed for weeks and I can’t even remember why I suddenly picked it up, but boy am I happy I did. I totally lucked out, this book hit all the sweet spots that I like in a story while still being original and interesting.

Other Ratings:

On Themes: 🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑

Despite my lower rating here, I actually enjoyed the themes a lot! This book had a lot to do with Catholicism (and general religion), heritage, diaspora and poverty. I really appreciated how down and dirty Luzia got, I felt like Leigh Bardugo established the lowest of the low in the world and then took us lower which is always something I love to see in a book. The only reason I wouldn’t rate the themes 5/5 is because I felt very comfortable with what was being explored and didn’t necessarily learn anything about myself or the world that I didn’t already know. Of course that makes theme an entirely circumstantial experience, so this story could settle much differently with anyone else!

On Characters: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

I think what Leigh Bardugo did with the characters in the book was sooo genius. The characters really made this world for me, they all came alive. And I loved her take on each one’s twisted motivations, I felt that the really dark and evil things became understandable, which made them more chilling. I just think Bardugo is a genius at writing the morally grey character, which is to say—everyone in this story. It’s great, I loved it, I think it made the happy things that transpired all the sweeter because the goodness was a choice, and the terrible things all the scarier because the cruelty was a choice.

On Romance: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Obsessed with the romance. It felt destined, but not blind. It was devotion and it was trust and it was scary!! But comforting all the same and yeah it was HOT ok? Great slow burn and didn’t leave me wanting for anything at the end…it was perfect. Chef’s kiss. Magnifique.

On Historical Accuracy: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

I went into this book knowing virtually nothing about Spain, so I’m the furthest from an expert you could find. From what I gathered searching things up as I read it seems like Bardugo did a good amount of research into appropriate clothing, etiquette, and conduct of the time. It is noted in the back of the book that there are some intentional discrepancies in historical events and the dates they happened, which was done to create urgency for the main ensemble of characters. Those inaccuracies worked fine for me, but again, I had next to nothing to go off of! I think the only thing in this book that itched me was that the dialogue was more open and blunt than would have been appropriate at the time? The characters speak plainly very often, but i think that was maybe a choice to make the text more accessible? It didn’t feel like badass no-bullshit dialogue—which is what really would have made me mad—but I did sometimes want for more subtext or illusion in their conversations.

In Summary:

Would I recommend this book? Yes.

Would I reread this book? Yes.

Some other things I love that this book reminded me of at times: Into the Woods by Stephen Sondheim, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast: the Broadway Musical (or just the movie, if you like), Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle, Wasteland, Baby! (album) by Hozier (particularly No Plan, As It Was, Shrike, Would That I and Wasteland, Baby! + bonus NFWMB), The Night Circus by Erin Morganstern and The Grimm Brother’s Cinderella.

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Consumer Guide / No.132 / Actress and singer, Sukie Smith, with Mark Watkins.

MW: What important decision in your personal life have you based largely upon intuition? What about professional life? How did these choices pan out?

SS: That's a really interesting question and my relationship and acknowledgement of intuition has just come back into focus. I’ve sort of denied it on and off for a few years and that is never a good thing. I think my intuition is always having a dialogue with me, but I have a willfulness and self-destruction that pushes it away ... I can’t ignore it, but I can deny it. I think intuition plays an everyday part in assessing the tone of a situation, safety, potential joy etc. but specifically tangible decisions.

Early on in my acting career I was offered a huge lead in a long running well respected series. I turned it down. They were disappointed, my agent was angry, my contemporaries thought I was insane. I loved the show, the cast, the directors, the part was amazing ... but I just didn’t feel that it was right ... six months later I met Mike Leigh and made Topsy Turvy with him which wouldn’t have been possible if I was committed to the series. So, I was justified. Haa.

In music, it's about a sensation around people, whether there is a connection, a teletherapy between you that means you can speak freely about music somehow...abstract...gentle. I have to trust someone implicitly and quickly to be able to communicate. I guess that's intuitive, knowing who to be private around and who is receptive to ideas.

MW: How easy or difficult was it to obtain your Equity card and, fairly concisely, what was the process to get you there?

SS: I auditioned for a theatre who had an equity card. I played Tiger Lily in a production of Peter Pan which I thought was very glamorous. I had been to The Royal Central School Of Speech And Drama for three years and was taken on by a big agent. She helped me find a union card. In that production I was also a mermaid with a tail made out of a duvet singing a siren song behind a cardboard wave ... yes...very ridiculous.

MW: How did you get the part of Laura Branning in EASTENDERS? Describe your favorite scene…

SS: I auditioned for Laura Branning in Eastenders in a distracted way because I had just signed to a record label and was about to release In Case of Emergency, so I didn't really acknowledge what a huge deal it was in terms of the amount of people who watch the show. I adored working with June Brown and Barbra Windsor, they were so lovely, they treated the whole cast like it was one big family, really invested in their characters, stories and performances. The director who cast me insisted my character never smiled: 0.

My favourite scene? The first entrance of the character was brilliantly dramatic ... with the music starting just as I delivered my killer line. It was all astonishing and watching it a few months later was surreal... a David Lynch style twist of reality.

(Here's a clip of another scene in Eastenders, Max confronts Rachel)

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MW: You’ve done a cross-section of wonderful artistic performance things, and continue to create; do all these arrows in your quiver represent you not wanting to be pigeon-holed? OR would you have liked to be known specifically for one particular aspect?

SS: Thank you for noticing. I wonder if our culture invites us to settle and stick with an identity as an artist (or as any defining notion) too soon, or at all and limits us because of it. I am very interested in musicians and artists who explore lots of disciplines. Because it's all the same isn't it, it's an outpouring. I cherish the exploratory paths I am on, there’s not an end goal…it's all about being investigative. I am curious about people's methods of thinking, so I made a podcast to ask them about it. I enjoy excavating a character from a text written by someone, so I make films etc.

Being an independent musician means it's necessary to do many many things, writing, demoing, recording, rehearsing, playing live, making videos, marketing. A LOT. I love collaborating with other musicians or artists, being part of someone else's world. Working on a Bolts Of Melody track for Adam Franklin or being involved with a live radio play written by Bill Drummond (KLF) and Johny Brown of The Band of Holy Joy or singing backing vocals for Micki Berenyi’s band Piroshka. Lots of examples ... what I really enjoy is being part of something which is unclassifiable. I was very proud of my first album being listed on iTunes as such.

MW: I bought Maxinquaye on CD in 1995. Tell me about your involvement with Trickyreincarnated, and, reflecting back, any particular memories of the mid- 90’s which ushered in a range of new music, including Britpop…

SS: I remember first seeing the video with Tricky and Martina Topley-Bird singing ‘Aftermath’ on some late-night video show and just feeling like time stopped. What the fuck was that .... so, so brilliant ... I lived in Camden then, right in the middle of everything. It was a time soaked in music, everything was about seeing a show, being on a guest list, reading about bands, meeting bands, recovering from seeing bands, going to clubs, being so excited about everything. I was out every night at something, Blue Note, Laurel Tree, Astoria, The Falcon, The White Horse, discovering Jungle, Bangra, Acid Jazz. Labels like Creation, Nude and Food putting on nights, watching some bands become huge, going to Knebworth, being back…just astonishing and happy making. Everyone was making music, I started to write songs on a bass a friend lent me , make demos etc. Living in a big, shared house everything feeling very, very creative. It was a beautiful and inspiring time.

The way I met and worked with Tricky is a set of coincidences and near misses. I had previously worked with an artist called Silent Strike (electronic composer) co-writing a couple of tracks on albums of his after he found my music online. We didn’t meet for the longest time, just exchanged tracks via the internet. Five or six years passed and then out of the blue, during covid, he asked if I would write lyrics and a melody for an e.p he was making. I was very depressed and freaked out during the pandemic and I nearly didn’t record anything ... anyway to cut a long story short, Silent Strike had been making tracks with Tricky who heard my song and Tricky invited me to Berlin to co-write and record Hell Is Round The Corner-Reincarnated.

I had said in an interview years and years before that the only people I wanted to work with were Lee Scratch Perry and Tricky ... so deep magic. He is astonishing, summoning up a track in a day just by force of will and extreme focus...I am very, very proud to have been involved with that track ...he is a very impressive human.

MW: Tell me about your new album, The Glass Dress And A Ringing Bell…

SS: Previously releasing three albums as Madam, and recorded them with my band who rehearsed the songs and then recreated them in a studio environment, this is the first time I arrived at a studio with my ten songs fully written, a head full of ideas and some field recordings but a more experimental and instinctive way of approaching the songs. Nick Trepka and I would speak about the sonic atmosphere of a track and listen to any field recordings I might have, a storm in a harbour, a medical machine, wind in telephone wires etc. and start to build a track around my guitar and vocals. As soon as we started to commit to a direction for the song it became very clear to me what would work or not, it was very exciting and frustrating and heady and complex! I love the way this album sounds.

I included the Silent Strike collaboration Fixed Star and also a song written and produced by Gareth Moss who when he isn’t playing bass in Madam is a prolific songwriter / producer. This track was the first time we worked together from a long time ago when he was releasing music as Vyvyn Howl. There are contributions from Adam Franklin, some guitars and keys and John Robertson, some lead guitars and Jeff Townsin on drums on a couple of tracks. All other sounds on the eight songs recorded with Nick are played by me or him. My good friend Roxanne Ducharme is an award-winning animator and AI artist, and she is making a film for 'We Try Not To Think About It Now' to coincide with the release of the vinyl version of the record, released in September (2024).

The Glass Dress and a Ringing Bell | Sukie Smith (bandcamp.com)

MW: What are you currently reading, listening to, watching?

SS: I am reading a biography about the British/Mexican surrealist painter Leonora Carrington.

On the radio, I am listening to podcasts about fashion or space mostly, right now about designer Elsa Schiaparelli. As for music, I just bought a turntable, so I am listening to my old records from when I first started buying music, Kate Bush, Bowie, The Mamas And The Papas , mostly 'The Ninth Wave' on the Hounds Of Love. New artists, I like music that Tricky releases on his False Idols label and also very early music, quarter tone...Indian folk songs, medieval vocal stuff.

I stream movies, I watched I Am Not A Witch recently, which is amazing TV, always a documentary, I speed watched Feud with Tom Holland playing Truman Capote just to see his outstanding performance (we worked together on Lawless Heart) oh and Ripley to see Andrew Scott who I was in a play with at the Royal Court ... a scandi noir Detective thing is always good isn’t.

MW: Up next, in order, your Top 10 records...

10 ‘Strange Weather’ by Keren Ann (from her 2011 album, 101)

9 ‘This Is Hardcore’ by Pulp (1998)

8 ‘Leader Of The Pack’ by The Shangri-Las (1964)

7 ‘Fancy’ by Bobbie Gentry (1969)

6 ‘Lose Yourself’ by Eminem (2002)

5 ‘Lust For Life’ by Iggy Pop (1977)

4 ‘I Put A Spell On You’ by Screamin' Jay Hawkins (1956)

3 ‘Prisencolinensinainciusol’ by Adriano Celentano (1972)

2 ‘Unfucktheworld’ by Angel Olsen (from her 2014 album, Burn Your Fire For No Witness)

1 ‘Strange Fruit’ by Billie Holiday (1939)

Absolutely impossible task .. : )

MW: What artwork would “we” find hanging in/around your home?

SS: A huge painting by John Lee Bird, along with other paintings and prints of his, then early works of artists I have met when I ran a gallery in Hackney, including Serena Korda and Lee Triming & colour and black and white photographs by James Alexander. Anything that painter Rachael Robb has gifted me.

MW: Given the choice of anyone in the world, who would you invite for dinner? Pick as your (new) best friend? As your (new) love interest?

SS: For dinner? I don't like eating in front of people, but for drinks maybe Mary Magdalene might have some wild stories.

Friendship? ...some beautiful wise dog, big like a bear.

Love? I am as loyal as a swan ...I could never love another.

MW: Do you believe in God? Regardless of your belief/s, would you / do you PRAY in difficult moments? How do you feel about this, depending on whether you’re a believer / non-believer?

SS: God by another name, or consciousness,I say thank you a lot. I don't know who to...I think my songs are a dialogue with my soul, so that's in the mix of belief / non-belief isn’t it ...this is a big subject for an interview.

When I was profoundly unwell in hospital, in and out of morphine reality, probably not going to survive, I saw another world. I wasn’t sure if it was opioid confusion or if I was seeing something other. Now I have recovered the atmosphere of that place is still vivid, like an echo or a memory of sound, a view through a mirror, through a window and yes prayers.

There is a song by Regina Spektor called ‘Laughing With’... (2009) that’s just about the size of it isn’t it ... no more suffering for anyone,no creature, plant anything. I pray for that.

"No one laughs at God in a hospital No one laughs at God in a war No one's laughing at God When they're starving or freezing Or so very poor

No one laughs at God when the doctor calls After some routine tests No one's laughing at God When it's gotten real late Their kid's not back from that party yet

No one laughs at God when their airplane Starts to uncontrollably shake No one's laughing at God When they see the one they love Hand in hand with someone else And they hope that they're mistaken

No one laughs at God When the cops knock on their door And they say "We got some bad news, sir"

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Holds you at gunpoint. All the multiples of 5 (that you haven’t answered, tho a link to the ones u answered would be nice) for leigh. Maybe use a read more tho LOL

I did 15 and 25 just now! Rest under read more

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

No tattoos and never will for a combo of hates pain and Jewish reasons.

10. Do they have any regrets?

She hasn’t had much control over her life until recently, so even when she’s disliked an outcome it hasn’t caused her regret bc it wasn’t in her control. However I’d say she now regrets both kissing Chase and pressing him about his motives when he couldn’t go through with sleeping together.

20. Do they have a strong connection to their culture?

She’s Jewish but I don’t believe her family was particularly observant nor did they include her that much in what they did observe, and since being removed from her family, she hasn’t had much chance for connection with other Jews. Like myself, I think she feels a Way about it but doesn’t see a path to more connection.

30. If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?

She had her 15 minutes of fame when her parents were arrested and isn’t famous/doesn’t get recognized much now (in large part bc she transitioned) but is a bit of a cult fav for true crime enthusiasts. She doesn’t like that and would prefer to be forgotten about.

35. Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?

She doesn’t believe in fate on that level, but she has spent her whole life being told she’s not allowed to make her own choices, so she doesn’t really believe she can control her own destiny either. If pressed, she’d say she believes herself to be doomed to repeat the same patterns over and over, unable to change who she is!

40. If they found a sword in a stone would they try to pull it out? How would they react to being able to pull it out or not?

She wouldn’t try to pull it out. Just keep minding her own business.

45. Do they plan in advance or just wing it?

She’s got a sort of half hearted long term plan that was decided for her. Her decision making skills are very atrophied so she’d been going along with it. Moment to moment she mostly wings shit.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

I feel great tenderness toward her as a severely traumatized person with trauma responses similar to my own. I like her pretty holistically and I don’t think I could pick one thing.

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Silverfalls Court Chapter 19

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 19 under the cut:

19. A Light Shines Upon It

Just as he hoped, no one was awake anymore. The occasional sound of a cricket and the distant echo of cars from the main road were the only things that indicated life in the area. Otherwise, there was absolute silence. No one had gone outside during the day so it stood to reason that the same would be true during the night.

If anyone caught him out then he knew it would look bad. He also knew there would be no scapegoat to pin this murder on but, at the moment, the high of the kill still hadn’t worn off.

There was sure to be someone more suspicious than him anyway. No one would think he had anything to do with it.

They never had. And even if they started to suspect something, he’d think of an excuse.

Those thoughts started to swarm in his head as he pushed the door open to his house with quiet purpose. His adrenaline was still raging in his body but his mind was forcing him to come down from the euphoria a little sooner than he was used to.

With a mumbled curse, he locked his door back behind him. Just as he flipped the last lock, the light over him switched on.

“What were you doing, dad?” Victoria’s voice greeted him.

She wasn’t even supposed to be in the house. All weekend she’d spent with Polly and her kids and now?

Jason scowled and turned to face her. “I took a walk around the court. What are you doing up so late? And back here of all places?”

“Oh no.” She shook her head. “You’re not turning this on me.”

Just as her words left her, Serena joined her in the hallway. She crossed her arms and glared at Jason with ferocity. “It’s over, Mr. Burns.”

“And what, exactly, do you mean by that?” They were just teenagers, he thought, what could they possibly have on him? Even if they ‘deduced’ that he’d done everything, it wouldn’t hold up in court. Especially not since he had some pretty air tight alibis.

“It means we know you killed everyone—except Lamar.” Victoria narrowed her eyes at him. “There’s no one else it can be.”

Jason shook his head as a smile started to form across his face. “Oh, Vicky…you’re still upset about the room situation. I know it wasn’t okay to lock you in there but I wasn’t sure what else to do. And, for the record, your mother had no problem with it. I was the one who felt conflicted so you should really take this up with her—not me.”

His daughter scoffed. “It’s not about the fucking room! It’s about you killing people!”

“Who? When?”

“Leigh. Eight months ago.” Serena answered. “Then my brother, Susan Vick, Mrs. Winter, Mr. Castel…”

“And what would my reason be?” Jason asked since they clearly had nothing other than their childish intimidation games.

“You must have found out about me and Leigh,” Victoria replied without pause.

“That’s one motive. What are the others?” He leaned against the threshold, letting both girls know he felt no pressure from them. No matter how adamantly they believed it, their beliefs weren’t fact as far as the law was concerned.

“You got a taste for blood and couldn’t stop,” Serena took over, “My brother was convenient—a young boy out alone in the middle of the night. Then with Susan you…she must have just been a more enticing challenge.”

Jason couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “You have nothing.”

The funniest part was that they weren’t even that far off from the truth. They were just missing details and, of course, all important evidence.

Eight months ago, when Victoria came home with a failed test, Jason had to be the one to confiscate her phone and demand she stay in her room to study. Hailey always had a difficult time implementing discipline—she always made him do it.

He kept Victoria’s phone on him as he sat in his home office and took care of some paperwork from home. If he left her phone out and in Hailey’s care, Victoria would surely sneak about and get it back when her mother wasn’t paying attention. With him, it was safe.

As he typed with his focus singularly on the spreadsheet on his screen, Victoria’s phone started to ring. Jason only noticed from his peripherals and let it ring.

Then a voicemail appeared.

He stopped what he was doing and snatched up the device. The name on both the missed call and the voicemail was ‘Leigh’. She was a girl from Victoria’s school who had been over once or twice for some project the kids were working on. Jason wasn’t aware they were close enough to have each other’s numbers though.

His curiosity got the better of him and he selected the voicemail to listen to it.

The girl’s voice was soft and clearly full of nerves as she spoke. “Um…hey, Victoria. I’m…I’m gonna meet you out in our usual spot by the old playground. Remember to bring a flashlight,” she laughed then continued, “I can’t wait to see you…Um…yeah, see you soon. I’ll wear that shirt you like…”

Jason looked down at the phone with a puzzled frown. The tone of her voice was…flirty almost. He thought back to when Leigh was in his house and how she looked at his daughter.

They were seeing each other. Romantically. Possibly sexually.

He stood up from his desk and walked straight into the garage. His wife and daughters had gone to bed so he kept all of the lights off as he picked out his wire-saw that didn’t get nearly as much use as he’d intended when he first bought it. But it was a perfect tool now—small, compact, but effective.

Along with that, Jason also slipped on some gloves and headed to the backdoor.

The old playground that Leigh described was in the woods outside the neighborhood—right between Silverfalls and where Leigh lived. He waited close by and listened for the distinctive sound of a human’s footsteps. Though, as it turned out, he hadn’t needed to be listening so intently since the girl was flashing a light all around the woods as she walked.

He simply stepped into her line of sight as she approached. “What are you doing out here at this time of night?”

Leigh froze for a moment before responding with the kind of bumbling nerves he expected, “Um…well…I was just…tired but I…couldn’t sleep. So I took a walk.”

“In the woods? At midnight?” Jason raised his brow.

Her eyes traveled downward as she mumbled, “I…I should head home.”

“Should I walk you back?” He asked and then, after a pause, added, “Should I let your parents know what you’re up to?”

That got her attention. “N-no! Please, I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Do they know what you’re out here for?” He doubted they did—if so, she’d never be allowed out again.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go back home. Please don’t tell anyone.” She started to get desperate.

“Why, I won’t tell…” Jason responded and walked closer. He considered playing with her since she was so eager to stay alive but he also didn’t want to be out for too long. This opportunity was a blessing as it was—he couldn’t waste it.

“T-thank you,” Leigh finally spoke again. “I won’t sneak out again. I promise.”

“You’re right,” Jason seconded and reached his hand out toward her. “You won’t.”

“Please,” she begged as tears streamed down her face. “Please don’t…”

That was it—the face he remembered so fondly from his college days. The two women whose lives he’d snuffed out had each looked at him with that same desperation.

And he couldn’t push back that monstrous urge any longer. He’d managed it for almost eighteen years now but no more. Not when he knew he could get away with it again. Not when he knew how good it would feel.

So he lunged for her and easily overpowered her. He pulled the wire around her neck and held her close to him, crushing her throat and denying her air. And, once she became limp, he simply dropped her there and went back home.

Leigh’s death was all over the news and in all of the neighbor’s mouths but the Halloween party was still held without a hitch. Lisa-Marie was probably getting a kick out of the mystery, Jason figured. He’d talked to her at length about unsolved cases before—two of which were his own doing. That was always fun.

Jason watched as his kids ran off at the party and Hailey stuck by the Castels to gossip. He hung around only to hear their theories on the murder before he started to walk about, looking to see who all had made it. Naturally, the old people and Mabel had opted out of the block party but, to his surprise, Dominique Pulmer had come and not alone.

The man was, apparently, ready to come out of the closet since he brought his flamboyant boyfriend with him. Jason ran across him along with Carson and Diana. The trio had a lot of random questions to ask about Leigh.

“Have you been talking to Lisa-Marie?” he asked them with an arched eyebrow.

“No, we’re just interested to see if anyone knows anything,” Carson answered and gave Jason a look he was all too familiar with. He was hit with the urge to shoo them off but he kept it in.

“I’m not sure about anything other than the fact my daughter knew the girl.” Jason looked around the immediate area. “Though, speaking of her, she seems to have disappeared. Excuse me.”

He pushed past the group and used Victoria’s absence as an excuse to avoid them further as they talked to pretty much everyone else at the party. Really, he didn’t care where Victoria was or what she was doing. Most of the other teenagers were gone as well so he was sure they’d all snuck off somewhere.

Polly only had her two youngest with her so Jason stopped by her to ask where their kids had gone. A faint idea had started to form in his mind about Victoria though it would only become relevant if others started to suspect people from Silverfalls of Leigh’s murder. All he needed now was to plant some seeds of doubt and it all started with a look.

Jason glanced down at Polly and frowned. “Are Serena and Peter with my daughter? Do you know?”

She nodded. “I think they all grouped together. Though…I haven’t seen them for a minute…”

He huffed and checked from side to side again. “I’ll go ask around.”

There were the Jungs who were missing their children as well but Jason had no desire to talk to them. Not when he spotted Susan Vick.

He had to force down the smile that wanted to make its way onto his lips as he approached her. She was wearing all black, like usual, and he wasn’t sure if she was dressed up for the holiday or not.

“Excuse me, Susan,” Jason spoke and grabbed her attention. “You haven’t happened to have seen my daughter, have you?”

Susan tilted her head to the side in thought. Her eyes were lined with black and red liner giving her an extra alluring appearance that sent a tingle down Jason’s body and caused his pants to tighten. Her chest was concealed in her ‘costume’ but he could still follow the curves of her body and imagine what was underneath the fabric.

“I don’t think I’ve seen either of your daughters. Sorry.” She smiled a little.

“Well…thanks. I’ll keep looking then.”

“I’ll keep my eyes peeled.” Susan brushed some of her hair behind her slender shoulder. Jason swore he caught a wink from her before she left him to return to her husband.

Lisa-Marie’s announcement came next and Jason looked to the stage to see Polly not too far away. She must have grown genuinely concerned about her kids.

He walked back to her and assured her that they were just hanging out and being kids. Even if they were out in the woods, it wasn’t as if they were in danger.

Though, Jason supposed, if he hadn’t been the one to kill Leigh he might have been worried about Victoria when she didn’t come home for the next several hours.

He retired to bed before she got home and, after an unsuccessful attempt to convince Hailey to have sex, he fell asleep. In his dreams, he was greeted by Susan in the woods who wore only a black cape and heels. She dropped to her knees and did for him what Hailey never wanted to.

Jason woke before the dream ended and was burdened with a tent in his pants. He grumbled and walked to the bathroom to take care of it himself but he stopped as he passed by the window.

On the street below, Victoria was walking back along with the other kids who had been out. Jason checked over his shoulder to see the time—midnight.

He sighed when he realized that he couldn’t go through with his plan to masturbate since Victoria’s room was on the other side of the bathroom wall. He could go to his office but the cleanup would be a pain.

Then he realized that there was a spot in the woods that no one was occupying any longer. There was nowhere more private and he wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up after himself either.

Jason threw on a coat and snuck out through the backdoor for privacy’s sake, though he doubted anyone would be up at the hour. He returned to the spot where he killed Leigh and reached into his jacket pocket. The wire-saw was still there.

After a short chuckle, he got back to business. He replayed the dream in his mind and reached into his pants. Now that he was in the woods, he could almost picture the scene with his eyes open and his arm moved all the quicker.

“…Mr. Burns?”

Jason stopped mid-pump and turned around to see a boy with a flashlight aimed at him. Peter.

The boy looked at him with a mixture of disgust and horror. “What are you…?”

Jason let go of himself and then retrieved the wire from his jacket. He sighed—he hadn’t intended on killing again. “Why’d you have to come back out here?” He groaned and walked closer to him.

Peter’s arm shook, causing the light to bounce around. His eyes stayed down at Jason’s still exposed erection though he certainly didn’t want to be looking. “I’m sorry—I won’t tell anyone or anything—”

He didn’t get another word out before Jason grasped his throat. Peter had more fight in him than Leigh but he still wasn’t a match for Jason’s size or strength.

After feeling the life leave him, Jason tossed him to the ground behind a tree and covered him with some leaves. He let out a hefty breath once he deemed his work done. Then he returned his hand to his dick and finished what he’d started.

Not long after sunrise, Jason heard the doorbell ring. He hung back as Hailey answered and he listened for a second before joining her.

“Hon, who’s at the door?” He saw the Rosellos and Jungs so he became more alert. “Oh…what’s going on…?”

“Can you go get our daughters, please?” Hailey demanded of him so he did as she asked.

Of course, he already knew what this was about but he gave Victoria and Madison a vague and confused explanation. They joined the other two families as they went on a search for Peter. Hailey brought the dogs with them so there was almost no chance they weren’t finding Peter’s body by the end of the day.

Jason kept a face of concern and slight bewilderment as they scouted the woods. He helped call out Peter’s name while keeping an eye on his dogs. When they ran off, he didn’t follow them immediately and just waited.

Their barks alerted everyone else and Hailey turned to him. “Where are they?” she asked.

Jason waited, acting as if he was trying to deduce their location based off of their continued barks. “That way.” He gestured and then said, “Come on, let’s go.”

The group followed behind him and Jason did his best to hide his smile even if no one was close enough to see it. He kept the others away as he approached his dogs and then, when he looked down at the ground, he caught sight of Peter’s body.

His dogs had removed some of the leaves and partly drug Peter as if in an attempt to bring him to the group. Or eat him—Jason couldn’t be sure. He pushed that possibility to the side as he reacted. “Oh no…”

Polly, naturally, ran over and promptly fell to the ground to hold her son. Serena followed behind her but Jason didn’t let anyone else get close. From the group’s perspective, it would seem as if he was preventing Claire and Miguel from seeing something traumatic.

Just like with Leigh, no one would think it was him.

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— SIGN YOUR NAME ACROSS MY HEART

written by mina leigh 𝜗᭪ , mike wheeler 𝔁 f! reader | wc 1325

summary. mike wheeler , member of the notorious hellfire club, has a hopelessly hopeful crush on you. it takes the simplest thing, a yearbook signature, for him to realize the feeling is indeed mutual.

labels. no definite description of reader, cheerleader reader, friendly & extroverted reader, introvert mike, basically loser boy + popular girl trope.

‧��˚ ୨୧ mina speaks. hope you guys enjoy some mike wheeler! i just really miss stranger things right now.

should i just leave right here, right now? mike asked himself, clearly internally monologuing.

his frail legs shaking slightly under his black skinny jeans, wiping his sweaty palms on them, switching one hand to wipe while the other holds his yearbook.

i should just turn the balls of my feet the other direction and walk off, i mean y/n wouldn’t notice, right?

his thoughts of escaping running through his poor head were abruptly interrupted as another body jostled against him, laughing unapologetically as they, too, headed towards the object of mike’s affection.

It was whoever they were, along with at least three of y/n’s cheerleading teammates, and no less than eight screaming boys and girls (consisting of at least two teammates from lucas’s basketball team, if mike’s memory served him correctly) all holding their yearbooks out as if y/n were some hollywood star in california.

she could be one, mike mused. she certainly has the looks for it. and maybe mike might even feel better if it were just that. if it was just that y/n was practically aphrodite’s incarnate and people couldn’t take their eyes off her.

but, she’s just so good. she’s beautiful and athletic, yes, but she’s also caring and whip-smart and bright in every sense of the word. she constantly does volunteer work and has a ridiculously high gpa and smiles at everyone she sees, including himself, just because.

everyone loves her, and of course they do. how could mike blame them for seeing exactly what he sees?

a pang of something courses through him. it’s probably a bit of jealousy, a bit of uncharacteristic obstinacy, and a bit of (characteristic, dreadful) hope. if mike were less of a romantic, he might be able to see this for what it is: a fantasy.

he’s standing here, waiting his turn, as if the living, breathing portrait of goodness would choose him out of everyone. and, even worse, he can’t even muster fear within himself, because it’s y/n.

it takes mike a moment to register that everyone else has cleared out, and it’s just him and the person who plays the role of the sun in his universe standing face to face. mike just hopes that the blush he can feel starting at his pale neck reaching to the tips of his ears don’t show up where y/n can see it.

❝ hi ❞ y/n says. her voice is soft, much softer than mike is used to, only ever hearing it up close when she’s yelling out supporting words to the basketball team, and he wonders if that’s how y/n always talks to people one-on-one.

he also wonders if that’s how y/n ever talked to lucas, a memory of him feeling the most uncomfortable he’s ever felt after seeing her talk to him making each other laugh and acting casually with each other seeing y/n playfully smack his shoulder clouded his thoughts. its not everyday you see your crush talking to one of you best friends like, since forever. well not that i’d know, he internally chastises himself.

y/n is smiling and her eyes crinkle at the corners and mike doesn’t have it within himself to look away, even as he abruptly pushes his yearbook out in front of him and holds it there. mike’s heart skips a beat as y/n grasps it carefully, as her gorgeous eyes skip over his face again, as she uncaps a pen to start writing.

without a yearbook to hold on to, mike is left waiting with shaky hands and trembling legs, trying to grab on to just a fragment of a thought so he doesn’t float away. unsurprisingly, the first one he can seize is still distantly about y/n. it’s dustin’s voice, echoing once again in his head, just as it recurrently had since they last talked. about life, about love, about y/n.

❝ you need to go for it mike ❞ dustin had urged, his face unusually grim and serious. ❝ you need to let yourself have things, at least once. ❞

mike takes a breath, remembering all of his years - long longing and misery and idealism, and tries. he opens his mouth to say something, anything. if he can stomach it, he’ll ask for y/n’s number or, at least, say something that y/n could respond to.

he can give himself one conversation. he can give himself one syllable so he can at least say that he gave it an honest shot, so the flavor of regret he’s bound to taste will wash away faster.

but y/n closes the yearbook, and mike closes his mouth.

y/n holds the book out away from her, the same way mike had. like there was something burning inside it that she needed to let go of.

❝ here you go ❞ y/n says, closer to a whisper than anything mike’s ever heard.

something seems off. and mike can’t tell if it’s just that he feels caught out, with y/n looking at him as he was thinking about his irrepressible crush, or if it’s really right there in front of him. y/n is still smiling, but it’s small and a bit strained. her lips are pressed together and she looks… red? there’s a tinge of pink across her cheeks, coating her perfect features. She looks exerted.

of course she does, she just finished her cheer practice, you lovesick idiot. mike barely stops himself from covering his face in embarrassment. this is what he gets for trying, for thinking too hard and making himself look like a total and utter imbecile.

so, he overcompensates.

❝ wow uh thank you, so much, y/n really, ❞ mike replies, rushed and vaguely fearful. the adrenaline has worn off and he’s starting to feel the comedown of this prolonged period of stress.

he can’t tell if he wants to say more or if he merely, momentarily, considers it, but it doesn’t end up mattering. his traitorous legs betray him and spin him around, pushing him onward in the opposite direction.

now mike can feel the flush of deep, burrowing shame rising to the surface. he cringes and keeps walking.

once he’s far enough away, mike decides to open his yearbook and take a look at y/n’s signature before he inevitably throws up on it and renders it illegible.

mike doesn’t have to look long. he knows y/n’s handwriting, just like everything else even tangentially related to her, by heart. and he’s relatively certain that he’ll see what y/n has left behind in seemingly every other yearbook: a simple ❝ y/n ^_^ ❞ that evokes the image of her toothy, genuine grin without fail.

what he finds, though, leaves him frozen in the middle of the hallway. he is so taken aback that his limbs don’t even shake. It’s just his heart—his foolish, faithful heart—that does a little dance.

he gets stuck on his own name, ❝ mike ❞ in y/n’s charming scrawl. he never told y/n his name. he didn’t even dare to dream that y/n remembered his face.

mike reads on and lets a little gasp of laughter escape. he can’t tamp down his uncontrollable smile as his eyes trek across the words over and over and over again, as he quickly closes the book and opens it again to make sure the words haven’t somehow flown away.

he grins, wider than he can ever remember, before closing the yearbook again with finality and hugging it tightly to his chest. y/n’s words cycle through his mind, becoming new fragments for mike to grab on to. he doesn’t need to open his yearbook to be able to re - read the words that traveled straight to his heart. to be honest, he could probably recite the message word for word, letter for letter, with his eyes closed:

mike,

i think you’re cute

if you also think i’m cute

maybe we can do something about it ^_^

xxx xxx xxxx

have a summer as beautiful as you

y/n ♡

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