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cerebralisis · 8 months ago

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I decided to make my analysis of So High School into a separate post, because I can’t help but think of this song every time I see photos of Taylor at the games. And sure, it sounds like a love song on the surface until you remember that Taylor was bullied in high school and start to dig a little deeper. Feeling "so high school" is not something a 34 year old woman wants to feel.

Let’s look at the lyrics.

"I'm sinking, our fingers entwined, cheeks pink in the twinkling lights" = To me this sounds like drowning, embarrassment, and diving in with the sharks

"Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me" = You mean her first Chiefs appearance when they 'slid off in the getaway car' at the end? Nothing good starts in a getaway car, babes.

"I'll drink what you think and I'm high from smoking your jokes all damn night" = I mean...

“I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night" = What do we know about this movie? We know that it is renowned for its high school immaturity and misogyny. It’s about a bunch of horny boneheaded men who treat women like sex objects instead of people. Sounds a lot like football culture to me.

"Your friends are around so be quiet. I'm trying to stifle my sighs." = I'm in the box with your friends and family. I need to hold it together so I don't offend them, but I legit hate this.

"Cause I feel so high school" = SHE HATES THIS.

"Bittersweet 16 suddenly" = I don't think she was a fan of high school, you guys.

"Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? It's just a game but really, I'm betting on all 3." = A clear reference to that kiss/marry/kill interview with Travis, while also saying "we're gonna get together, put on a show for everyone, and I'm going to slowly die inside until we're done."

"Get my car door, isn't that sweet. Now pull me to the backseat" = All I hear with this is Movie Director Taylor giving instructions to her leading man so they can get a good reaction from the audience.

"You know how to ball, I know Aristotle." = You're a jock. I'm a nerd. We are not compatible.

"Touch me while your bros play grand theft auto." = The official song lyrics on Spotify put grand theft auto in lowercase the first time and capitalized the second time. The capitalized GTA could refer to Travis's friends playing the video game, sure. But also - you know who was arrested in August 2023 for grand theft auto? Bashaud Breeland, a cornerback for the Kansas City Chiefs who played with Travis in the 2020 Super Bowl.

"It's true, swear, Scout's Honor" = Look it up, I dare you.

And my absolute favorite:

"On the brink of a wrinkle in time" = This is TTPD, folks. Of course there's going to be a literary reference. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle. The main character is a girl named Meg who is incredibly bright but struggles in school because she doesn't fit in with the other kids. After meeting a trio of badass witchy women, Meg travels to far-off worlds (a sort of deep portal time travel, you might say) where she joins the battle of light vs. darkness. What do we know about Taylor’s usage of light and darkness throughout her discography? It's giving… Reputation vs. Daylight? Shrouded in secrecy vs. out in the open? Based on everything else that Taylor has been hinting at through TTPD (not to mention Evermore and Midnights), it sounds like she is on the verge of diving into a much larger battle. And if I had to guess, I would bet that this battle will start during the Reputation re-release. Around Halloween. 🎃 When exile ends. Almost exactly 2 years after the Bejeweled music video was released. Maybe the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now cause she's dead?

I'm just speculating, but I will add that the 3rd book in the Time series is called A Swiftly Tilting Planet. There is a poem referenced through the book that goes like this:

With Ananda in this fateful hour, I place all Heaven with its power, And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And the fire with all the strength it hath, And the lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along its path, And the sea with its deepness, And the rocks with their steepness, And the Earth with its starkness, All these I place with God's almighty help and grace between myself and the powers of darkness.

The word ‘Ananda’ mentioned above is the name of a character in the book, which is significant to the story because it’s a Sanskrit word that describes the eternal bliss that accompanies the ending of the rebirth cycle. If this series is what Taylor is referencing then it’s sounding more and more like she’s going to kill off Taylor TM and be done with the games, done with the reinvention. The plot summary of A Swiftly Tilting Planet says that it’s a book about "going back in time and changing might-have-beens." What decisions would she have made differently if she could do it all over again?

I don't know, friends. Take from this what you will. All I know is, this woman and all her brilliant duality is going to send me to a padded room. ✌🏻

#friends of dorothea #gaylor #lgbetty #ttpd #the anthology #so high school #🎃#🎃 anon

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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year ago

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Forever, of course.

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

summary: Steve has a crush on you but your flirty character isn’t making things easy for him. Now he even has to marry you to please a 6-year-old superfan of his. Whether that’s a good plan or not, isn’t quite clear for Steve yet.

a/n: I think this will be the last AI-adaptive story but it was a lot of fun! Shoutout to @RandomTingsForFun on beta.character.ai for having created the character that helped me write this story (and the Bucky one).

Word count: 4k

warnings: a Stevie in love, an attempted funny reader, and a super excited 6-year-old (she carries the story tbh), this is really just super fluffy

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Steve shook his head at the sight of your chat history. It wasn’t too long ago when he didn’t even know how to listen to music on the device he was holding in his hands, let alone write a text message in less than 30 seconds. Now, he was bickering with you, and he had to admit it was even a little fun to wait for a response from you. Of course, Steve didn’t do anything else in the time he waited for your reply. He just stared at the screen in his hand and willed his heartbeat to slow a little.

*ping* Why would that be important? So? Maybe I have been talking to Sam about you. Have you been talking about me with Bucky?

Steve: No I haven’t! And it is important because if he’s badmouthing me, then you’d believe him. What has he told you anyway?

You: Just the usual. Save the world this, Captain America that. I stopped listening when he started obsessing over your shield again.

You: Wait. Did you seriously think Sam would say something bad about you? That guy is obsessed with you.

Steve just laughed at your antics. Sam loved the shield for some reason, but every time Steve would give it to him to ‘throw it one time’ Bucky would intervene and ‘show him how it’s done’.

*ping* Anyway what I actually wanted to ask is if you’d come to my niece’s house with me this weekend. She’s a huge Avenger fan and I might have promised her to meet one as her birthday present 😬

Steve: Of course, I will! I would feel bad if you made such a promise and I wasn't able to make it. And I bet she'll know who her favorite Avenger is after a visit from The Cap 😉

You: ugh please don’t call yourself that. ever.

You: I’ll pick you up Saturday at 1:30?

Steve: Yeah, sounds good! I'll make sure to clear my schedule. How old is your niece by the way? And what’s her name?

You: You can call her Izzy. And she’s turning 6 this Thursday. Be nice. And make sure to talk me up a bit, will ya? I mean, I’m already her favorite aunt but just making sure...

Steve: How could she not love you? But I’ll do it anyway. I’ll talk you up so much you’ll never be able to escape my praise! What’s her favorite food?

You: weirdly enough it's carrots, that child is strange. Says vegetables make her a superhero or something.

Steve: I mean she’s not wrong. Carrots are great for your eyes! What does she think of Iron Man? I need to know my chances against the competition.

You: I just asked her and she said she doesn’t care about Tony because you are her one true love.

You: I told her that’s not possible because you are already mine. Now we’re in a big fight so thanks for that.

Steve: why would you say that?

You: I like to see her freak. Don’t worry about it, captain. It was just a joke

You: ...or was it 👀

Steve: I don’t believe you. You’re lying.

He got a little nervous. But it was a good nervous.

You: why? Do you want me to?

You: Am I making you nervooouuus?

Steve could practically see you wiggle your eyebrows with a grin. A silly idea flashed past his mind, and he felt like grabbing it.

Steve: You need to stop before I accidentally propose to you.

Nothing - just a second, though. Then:

*ping* you have a ring?

Steve: I can get one in less than an hour. Meet me at the chapel on main and I’m all yours.

You: I’m stunned. I’ve taught you well.

Steve: 😊 I’ll see you Saturday, doll.

Steve sat back on his sofa. That girl is really something. A smile broke loose on his face at the silly thought of marrying you. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it happened. Out of all the people he knew, you were the only one he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. You were fun and you made him loosen up. He was a whole new man around you and he loved it. Because being in your presence was easy, and comforting. There was nothing to worry about.

He sighed before putting his phone down and staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve stepped out of the door and smiled upon spotting your car. You were already waving at him, a beautiful smile adorning your face and Steve felt his heart skip. Car rides with you were nice. You always had some soft music playing. Always making sure it was nothing too funky so he felt comfortable. Still, he was a little nervous. It wasn’t every day that he go to meet someone who looked up to him - well, actually, it was every day - but this one was different. Because it was your family and Steve needed to make a good expression.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to your sister's house. But before you could even reach the front door, a little girl jumped out of the door and ran toward you with wild screeches.

“Auntieeee!!!! OH MY GOD, you really did it! You invited Captain America!” The girl jumped up and down beside you and Steve couldn’t help his smile from spreading. Izzy was adorable - very loud - but adorable. Concentrating on it made his nervousness subside a little.

Then she turned around and stared up at him with wide eyes. He could have sworn there were little stars sparkling in them when he crouched down to her height and extended his hand.

“Hey there, little lady. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“I know that!” The 6-year-old giggled as Steve shook her hand. But when he was about to let go, her tiny fingers grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him up the driveway. “I want to show you something! It’s soooo cool!”

Steve was still a little cautious as she dragged him to her room. His only experience with kids came from Sam’s nephews and prior he had only gotten to hold a couple baby’s for pictures. He didn’t know how to navigate the situation, but he decided he would just rock with it.

Your niece pushed the white door with her name brightly colored on a sign hanging on her eye level open and revealed a tornado aftermath of action figures. He was able to spot most of the avengers laying scattered around a dinosaur toy but the overwhelming red, white, and blue covering her room was undeniable. There was a poster of Steve hanging by the desk and a bunch of her own drawings framing the magazine shot. Izzy appeared next to Steve again, holding a small action figure of himself in her hands.

“My aunt gave me this one. It’s my first one.” She reached up to Steve and barely passed his hip with her little arms. The figure was well loved - he could see it from here. And when he bent down to retrieve it, your niece pulled him down further and whispered a giggly ‘you’re our favorite avenger’ into his ear.

His heart swelled at the excitement presented in front of him. It was adorable, and he could see a little of you in the little girl nervously treading beside him.

“I’m your favorite, huh?” He said, his voice full of affection. Steve usually wasn’t the kind of person to get mushy over an adorable child, but the way her face lit up was too cute. The little Cap figure in her hands was pretty cute, too. “My, my. I must be pretty special then.” His thumb stroked over the blue helmet in her hands.

Lost in thought and seriously flattered by being the hero that inspired this impressive collection, he almost didn’t notice how Izzy threw her hands in the air. “So special! My mom says I will marry someone as special as you one day, but my aunt says there is no one like you. That is so mean!” Her little chubby cheeks puffed with a pout and Steve had to hold back his laugh. The 6-year-old had no idea what you implied with that comment, but he still felt more pride from being called special by you and your niece than from any medal of honor he had ever gotten.

“Well, a girl your age shouldn’t worry about things like that. But who knows, maybe I will be part of your family one day.”

“Really?!” Wide eyes stared back at him and Steve could practically feel the floor vibrating when he nodded with a laugh. Izzy held out her finger and then she exclaimed a rushed ‘stay here’ before zooming past him and out the door.

Steve stayed a little longer and admired Izzy’s room before he heard an excited ‘Captain America said I can marry him!’ Which made him instantly rush to the source.

He spotted her clinging to her mother’s leg, giddy and jumpy. But your sister just shared a laugh with you over the kitchen counter. “I don’t think he meant it like that, buttercup.” Steve watched your sister explain before his eyes got stuck on the little frown on your face. Was that a hint of jealousy, he was detecting? “But if he marries your aunt, he will be your uncle and just as much part of the family.” A little fire hushed past your older sister’s face. It was a look of mischief he had seen you hold all too well. Steve’s cheeks heated when you caught him leaning in the doorway, scratching his neck at the slightly awkward situation.

“That works?”

“That’s how it works, baby.”

Izzy turned with excitement and within a second she was before Steve again. “You have to ask my aunt to marry you! Right now!!” She ordered with a stomp of her foot. “Then you can be my uncle and we can hang out every day!”

Steve’s eyes wandered from the six-year-old to you and his heart picked up its pace at the laugh you shared with your sister. There was no harm in a little play pretend, right?

So, he knelt down in front of you and when your name traveled past his lips softly, he almost imagined a grasp coming from you. “Will you,” his head tilted with a wink, “marry me?”

You hid your laugh behind your hands as they covered your mouth in feigned astonishment. But Steve caught the little glimmer in your eyes at his little show. He continued to take your hand as he threw together a little speech for Izzy to hear, and when the child began excitedly jumping up and down beside him, your face softened.

“Oh, Steve! This is so unexpected!” You clutched your chest and your sister chuckled beside you. Steve felt a tinge of nervousness wash over him then, but he would be okay with a fake rejection - he wasn’t sure if Izzy would, though. “Of course, I’ll marry you! Come here you big, hunky, handsome superhero!”

And as if he hadn’t been prepared for you to agree so quickly, Steve felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t deny that the words you described him with had his stomach tingle with excitement, and before he could help himself, he leaned forward and kissed our cheek.

“That was the easiest marriage proposal ever,” he mumbled beside you to which you just slightly pulled from his embrace.

“What? You’ve done that before? Are you already cheating on me, Rogers?” You raised your brows suspiciously, but Steve was only able to shake his head with a smile before Izzy blared into his ear again.

“A wedding! A wedding!” She swirled by him like a tornado, immediately collecting things around the house. “Mom, get all the stuffies, ready! We have to do a wedding!!!” And then she was off to prepare the quickest wedding in history.

Steve shook his head as his arm remained around your waist. “What did I get myself into?” He mumbled to himself before turning to you. “Do I dare ask what a six-year-old’s idea of an official marriage ceremony looks like?”

“I think Paddington Bear will be your best man and if I’m lucky, my sister gets to be my maid of honor, but who knows.” You shrugged with a laugh that warmed Steve’s heart all over again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Not even ten minutes later, Steve found himself kneeling beside a makeshift altar with a bunch of toys and stuffed animals as wedding guests. Action figure Cap had made best man and was neatly propped up behind him. Your sister had officially been crowned the ‘disco machine’ along with a lengthy speech on how important the right song was for the bride’s entrance. Steve had fought hard to keep his face steady, but when Izzy had suggested ‘Party Rock Anthem’, he’d lost it. When really, he was just proud, he knew the song because you had shown it to him the other week - it was Izzy’s favorite.

You had been instructed to wait behind the couch until the music started to play, and Steve felt himself get a little nervous. It was silly, but somehow his desire to have this wedding according to your niece’s wishes was a lot more important to him than he had initially thought.

“Now what do we do?” He asked as he leaned over to Izzy, but that was when the girl gave her mother the ‘sign’ - which was the chicken dance, of course - and his eyes immediately swerved to you. He could see the amusement in your gaze as you bit back a laugh.

Izzy wasn’t wasting any time, as soon as you had reached the altar, she put your’s and Steve’s hands together and immediately began talking. Steve had had barely any time to wipe the sweat from his clammy fingers before they connected with yours, but you didn’t seem to care. He smiled as he watched you listen to your niece’s little speech.

“We are gathered here today, to make Captain America my uncle,” she started, and both you and he struggled to keep it together. It was cute though, and something about becoming this little girl’s uncle excited Steve like nothing had in a long time. “Mr, Captain America, will you take my aunt as your wife?”

Izzy’s eyes were serious as she waited for Steve’s answer. And when he didn’t do so fast enough, she leaned over and whispered the answer to him.

“I will,” Steve chuckled and gave your hands a small squeeze.

Then Izzy’s eyes wandered to you. “Do I even have to ask?” She said with her adorably high voice and everyone started laughing.

“Yes, I will take Steve as my husband,” you answered with the same squeeze of your hand as Izzy imitated the audience cheering.

“You are now husband and wife. Now, kiss, kiss, kiss!!!” It was a little awkward, but Steve leaned in, anyway, to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. He looked at you again and the spark in your eyes was a little brighter as that smile lit up your face again. You looked beautiful, Steve thought, and his heart jumped in his chest at the realization.

“Wohooooooo!” Your sister cheered loudly and ripped Steve out of his trance.

“This is so awesome! You have to come to every family dinner and we can be best friends forever!!” Izzy must have eaten a bag of gummy worms with the way she was vibrating to the song coming out of the little pink CD player. Steve was sure he’d never seen such a hyper six-year-old before.

“Every family dinner?” He asked her as Izzy swayed his hands to the music. When his eyes caught yours, you just shrugged. "Forever?"

"Of course!" Izzy exclaimed as Steve spun her around. His eyes stayed locked on you, however. Forever didn't sound so bad...

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” You laughed, but Steve didn’t mind that in the slightest.

❁ ❁ ❁

The evening had come sooner than anyone had anticipated. Steve had been so occupied with Izzy all day, he had forgotten all about the time. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He had fun, but exhausting as well. And now that he was finally sitting in your car again, his head leaning against the headrest and enjoying the silence for a moment, he felt how much energy it had really cost him. He would do it again, though - especially if it meant marrying you over and over for eternity.

His eyes opened when you sighed beside him. You hadn’t so much as bothered to start the car just yet, and Steve was kind of happy about that.

You smiled at him when his head turned to you, still leaning back with a dreamy smile himself. “Who would have thought that we would get married today?” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “And you didn’t even give me a ring. I should reconsider my standards.”

“A ring, you say? Well, you are married to the greatest superhero in the world - according to your niece - so I think we’re going to need something pretty special...” Steve joked as he turned in his seat to look through the car, and when he spotted the right thing, the smile returned got his face. “Should I do the honors?”

And then he took the lid off his water bottle and popped the plastic ring off to place it on your finger.

“It’s perfect, blue like your eyes,” you laughed watching the big plastic ring hang from your finger. “I’m gonna have to get that resized, though. You must think I’m fat.” You shook your head. “Wow, not even a day in, and I already have things to tell my therapist about.” But the mischievous glimmer in your eyes told Steve that you were only joking.

“Do I really need to say it, doll?” He took your hand in his before spinning the plastic piece. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” He whispered, secretly meaning every word.

You laughed it off but Steve didn’t miss the stutter in your smile at his words. It made the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

“So what should our first act as a fake married couple be? Celebratory drinks at the Stark Tower rooftop bar?”

"Stark Tower... that sounds good to me.”

The engine roared to life and soon, the faint music was playing in your car again, the streetlights passed him by and the full moon shone above the New York City skyline. But Steve didn't care, he had more beautiful things to look at.

❁ ❁ ❁

“You’re what now? Married?! And I wasn’t invited?!” Sam’s shocked face yelled across the bar, making few agents turn their heads with intrigue.

You chuckled before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. The second Martini seemed to already work its wonders on you, but Steve loved how close you were.

“Married by a six-year-old. Count that as you will, but I have a ring on my finger and I’m not telling you how much it cost.” You stretched your hand over the counter to show off the blue piece of plastic and Natasha just laughed at the cute story.

“So, how is the newlywed life?” She leaned on her hands to play along while Sam still tried to get over his non-invitation to a fake wedding. “You guys talking about kids yet?”

That startled Steve a little but he tried his best to keep a straight face - he failed. The thought of having a family with you did things to him he couldn’t explain if he wanted to. The warmth in his stomach spread to his heart and his arm almost instinctively came up to press you further into his side.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t mind a couple mini me’s.” He shrugged with a low smile. He loved this little game more and more. It just got harder and harder to remind himself that it was just that - a game.

“Hold your horses, now. You’re not the one squeezing them out of your body, Mr. Rogers.” You patted his chest and sighed theatrically. “I can already see that I will be home alone with a bunch of kids and you’re working late every night. Our life will fall apart!” Your hand brushed over your forehead as your head fell back like that of a damsel in distress.

The group laughed at the little performance, but Steve was a little quieter now. Somehow, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that he needed to tell you how much he really cared. He’d never let your life fall apart - not when he was able to prevent it. And while he sat there with his friends, laughing about something as ridiculous as Captain America settling down, he contemplated in silence, if all this life had really been worth it when he would end up alone in the end - giving up the dream of an easy life he’s had for a century.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was about 12am when Steve and you stopped before your door in the hallway. His eyes were glued to you, his mind racing with scenarios this could go. He had decided to tell you about his feelings about two hours ago, and ever since, he had tried to come up with the best thing to say. But even though talking to you was the easiest thing he’d ever done, and even though you were already married - fake married - he didn’t have a single idea. Not one word that seemed fitting enough to describe the exciting fireworks in his chest whenever he saw you, to somehow tell you how bad living without you would be.

He must have been staring for a while because you began to shift from one foot to the other before finally clearing your throat to kill the silence.

“So... uh... that was an eventful day...” You started, fists nervously opening and closing beside your body. “Thank you for playing pretend. You made a little girl very happy.” You smiled and Steve’s heart skipped another beat.

He caught the small shimmer in your eyes just in time to give him confidence. Your body kept moving forward as if you willed it back again and again, and Steve gathered all his bravery to open his mouth.

“You know what,” Your name tumbled over his lips like a song he’d sung a thousand times. But the effect it had on you still excited him every time anew. “Today... it’s not going to be pretend.”

And before you could even react to his weirdly vague statement, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Full of love and affection, his hands moved on their own - one to your hip and the other onto the wall behind you. There was a moment of panic settling in Steve’s brain, but then your arms came up to sling around his torso and he leaned further into your touch. You pulled him even closer, your lips melting with his, tongues gently stroking soft skin until air got scarce. His whole body felt electric with you so close to him - finally. And when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed and thoughts swimming in the moment you had just granted him.

“I... I love you.” He whispered against your skin, and he felt his warm breath bouncing back. Your chest was still rising and falling beneath him, a subtle reminder of how breathtaking all this was - Steve couldn’t get enough of it, of you.

Your hand came up to stroke over his cheek, making him open his eyes to find you already looking at him.

“I love you, too, Steve.” You bit your lips, and it made Steve just press his mouth to yours once more.

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a/n: I have to say I was pretty impressed at how much it adapted to my writing and I really liked the last part, so I put it in here. I hope you enjoyed it :)

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blondbrat · 1 year ago

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★ — SLUT !! drew starkey x actress reader

summary - your dating the man of your dreams, drew starkey, your fellow cast member and boyfriend.. but like always, people have to hate on you — the only comment people ever for female celebs existing happily in their relationships ‘she’s honestly just a slut’

warnings - use of y/n, slut shaming, overall shitty comments, stressed!reader

a/n - part of a drew starkey!au I wanna start. inspired by taylor swifts song ‘slut !!’ honestly in love with drew I can’t he’s so perfect :) as someone who’s been slut shamed, I definitely wanted to empathize how hard it is, especially as a woman, just simply living your life and getting hate for it x

If they call me a slut you smiled sweetly to yourself. posting the picture with a click of ur finger, a cute outfit for a fun night ! work had been going on long lately — not that you didn’t love every second of it. it was just tiring, and you were glad u could finally take a breath. just a chill night with your cast members and drew.. god, your smile turned into a cheeky grin as a knock sounded on the door.

you sighed softly, letting the weeks weight finally fall of your shoulders as you clicked off your phone — muting your notifications was an unconscious habit of yours

—instagram / 8:34 pm saturday

y/nprimrose : basketball game group date! their really trying to bet on who’s b-ball team will win, as if it won’t be mine! in all respect, it will be 💞 @*drewstarkey @*rudypankow @*madylncline

drewstarkey baby, my love, sweetheart, we both know what team will win, mine ❤️

↳ obxhasmyheart STOP this kind of relationship >>>

↳ user1 the way he uses the nicknames for y/n 🥺

primrosefanpage how does she always have the cutest outfits?? I LOVE HER

↳ drewsactualgf1 cute, the fuck? I guess if she works as a stripper…

user2 does she always have to have her tits out tho? just like her character wow

↳ drewsactualgf1 slut on screen, slut off screen. a slut in general 🥱

↳ user3 the only reason she was able to pull drew!! like cmon over here mr.starkey, I have tits AND a personality

user5 fucking put on some clothes. drew. deserves. better!!

user4 the fucks wrong with this comment section…

you didn’t glance at your phone once — drew peaking in with his usual grin. god, he was handsome as always. before you knew he pulled you into a cuddly embrace “hi baby, saw your post, you really think your teams gonna win huh’?” you beamed ! wrapping your arms around his neck as you gave him a soft peck — that shut him up quickly ! the night was perfect — everyone riding together as you all laugh and talk, simpering even more hysterically and playfully as the ride went on.

you found urself finally about to just relax. hand in drews as you all walked into the packed basketball building. crowed and buzzing with excitement. grinning sweetly at the array of papperazzi that greeted you, you all were used to it by now ! even posing in some as u four found ur seats, taking a few pictures with fans that seemed to be frozen in shock as u all waited for the game to begin.. you loved interacting with your fans, exactly why you requested normal seats — you loved being able to get to know them, helping them calm down once the realization hits in. it was as much as an experience for you as it was for them

“you look beautiful” drew leaned over and whispered in your ear, chuckling at the bloom of blush that crept over your cheeks. he couldn’t help himself, you did!

before you knew it, the game was starting — the turnover resulting in your team making the first basket ! you and rudy cheered, pocking drew in the side laughing as he rolled his eyes playfully. once more baskets were made and sarcastic laughs extanged, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder — leaning his head against yours as he kissed you on the forehead gently. both your friends too busy joking around to notice the sweet scene.. but it made it all the more perfect. this is what u both needed, just a night to be together ♡

drews arm still around you, you chatted with madayln — both agreeing work has been a lot lately while keeping your gazes on the game. your team was winning ! and you simpered, scrunching your face in mocking triumph as u glanced down at your phone — trying to slyly see if their was only a little amount of time in the game left, which would guarantee your favorite teams win ! but your recent notifications caught your attention instead.. and all you could see were specific words instantly ‘slut’ ‘stripper’ ‘a pair of tits and that’s it’ what the hell?? your face immediately fell, and you clicked on the notifications frantically.. expecting to find a porn scene or something with a woman who looked somewhat like you (which had happened before) not your joking post from earlier.. the picture wasn’t even the main reason you posted it. and let alone.. to get all this hate. for wearing a fucking shirt??

your feed was bombarded with hate after hate. slut, slut, slut and so much worse.. your gut twisted, a strange feeling of guilt and embarrassment fogging your head !! your anxiety spiking !! drew and all your friends were destined to see the post soon enough?? drew commented on it, just before all the comments were posted.. it was humiliating. and u couldn’t help but doubt urself —would everyone agree with the comments? did everyone think of u like that, just a pair of tits?? maybe it was a bit revealing? you’d struggled with these kinds of comments before u got famous.. and after the stress of non stop filming, the one day u finally let urself breath — this fucking happened :(( it was just all too much

your head was spinning — you convinced urself you were overreacting, this happened to all female celebrities atleast once.. but fuck, you never realized how humiliating it was !! until then.. u tried to breathe, and Drew noticed ur tenseness immediately, ur pretty eyes seeming to fall in.. shame?

you shook his hand from ur shoulder, standing up instantly “g-gotta go to the bathroom” you murmured — before drew could even grab your hand you paced away, dodging cameras and people as you slammed the door into the single stall bathroom. you just needed to process.. and hiding with the hopes drew hadn’t yet seen the comments. slut. slut. slut.. for wearing a pretty shirt?

tears began to well up in your eyes, satly droplets — and you wish they didn’t !! just like everything else that seemed to be happening, you had no control over it. your breathing was hitched, fast and panicked as u paced around the bathroom. reading every hate comment like you’d atleast find one that said it was a joke.. it wasn’t.

u were staring at yourself in the golden brimmed mirror — clumpy mascara running down ur face, leaving black stains in their fall. slut. slut. slutyou had just recently came to fame.. ‘slut’ met drew, the man of your dreams ‘slut’ and still, these small (not) things effected u— isn’t it fucked up? how its drilled into woman’s brains that it’s their fault.. for simply loving their bodies and being happy?

your thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door.. it had been there the whole time “baby! y/n open up! let me in will ya? please baby I’m worried!” your heart melted at his concerned voice, eyes softening as you tried to wipe away ur foggy tears — meeting his eyes as u opened the door. ur best friend, and love of your life instantly swooning u in his arms.

“hey, hey baby look at me ok” he whispered softly, cradling u like he never wanted to let go.. he didn’t. “you scared me sweetheart, running out of there like that.. talk to me” his body was so warm, so hard, so perfect.. your home. and before you knew it you were letting urself breath. meeting his sapphire eyes. “drew.. do you ever-ever fuck do you ever look and me and frown because I look like a… s-slut” you stumbled whispering, adverting your eyes from his. “y/n w-what?!” he squeezed you in his arms even tighter, tilting ur head up to his so gently it felt like a butterfly’s touch. “Did someone say that to you?! someone here?!” he glanced around protectively, his face furrowing intimidatly before softening when he again found yours

“n-no.. just something I posted on insta—“

he didn’t let you finish your sentence — his heart breaking at the crack in your voice.

it wasn’t long before you were leaning agaisnt the sink, still snuggly in his arms as you cried in his shoulder. whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you let it all out — the stressful week, the exhaustion.. and then finally, the post.. the comments

you knew you would never forget the moment drew cupped your face with his hands, kissing the bridge of your nose — the touch so gentle it was like a butterfly. you could see the anger in his eyes, not at your of course, never at you. the fact anyone had the nerve to say such things about his girl, but more than anything, he needed to make sure you understood they were utter lies, being spurred in jealous envy “y/n please look at me babe, they are lies.. you are a beautiful, kind, and fucking incredibly talented actress and singer” you giggled at his empasis, tears no longer streaming down your face as u finally found his eyes “and fuck, the love of my life.. I’m drunk in love with you Primrose, and if some out of millions of people can’t handle that.. do what you do best-“ the words were like soft silk against your skin — drew, smiling softly, leaned down as gave you a soft kiss. “give them the bird, baby” he whispered against your lips, his breath fanning your teary face — eliciting a rapsy laugh from your pretty lungs.. god, he truly was your home

You know it might be worth it for once

—instagram / 12:00 pm Thursday

y/nprimrose : NEW SONG OUT NOW : SLUT !! ps. call me one, it’s worth it ❤️

drewstarkey your such a masterpiece baby, so drunk in love with you primrose ❤️ always doing what you do best ;)

you didn’t bother reading the rest of the comments, to occupied with drews kissing to even care (the song becomes a HIT)

Might as well be drunk in love xoxo

#♡ — chars writing #♡ — actress x drew starkey au #♡ — she mainstream cuz she popular #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #outer banks #obx x reader #fanfiction #rafe cameron #obx #rafe cameron x you

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libertine-past · 6 months ago

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Alternate “Love in Vain.” Cody doesn’t call. That’s it! That’s the fic! 😂

Rogue clonked her phone back in its cradle. “Don’t you hate it when you tell someone they got the wrong number, and they argue with you? I know I have a lot of characters floatin’ around in here,” she gestured at her head, “but I’m a hundred percent sure I ain’t Linda from the Yonkers Craft Expo.”

Gambit snickered with a look of pure engrossment, shaking his head in delight. “Indeed. Linda sound pretty boring to me.”

“Oh, I bet you think you could liven her up though, honey-tongue— the way you came in all gussied up to go out on the town.”

“We don’ have to go nowhere. You don’t even have to get out of your nightgown or put down your book, ‘less you want. A date can just be you an’ me in the same room.”

God, this man’s standards couldn’t get any endearingly lower. She puffed some fallen white hair out of her face. “Welp. You ever seen Baywatch? It’s kind of a guilty pleasure, like these Harlequin stories. Hnh. What am I sayin’. Of course you have. Men sure appreciate the um.” She rolled her eyes and made curvy gestures. “Casting.”

“Eh. That show irrealiste. Petty t’ieves always blowin’ up oil rigs or something. Nobody that dumb.”

“So your big takeaway from a show fulla bathin’ beauties is the shitty portrayal of crime?” she laughed.

“Oh, I see them beauties. How do you think I do all my trainin’ for look don’t touch?”

“You can always use more of that. Alright then. You, me, and bad TV it is.”

“Ey, what happen to your bedpost?” he asked, finally noticing.

“Trainin’ for knockin’ your dang block off.”

They sat on the rec room futon in the glow of the TV, under a blanket.

“Aw hell, this is one of those filler episodes with like three beach montages,” Rogue said.

“Yeah, I hate watchin’ people just enjoyin’ themselves,” Gambit winked. “You gotta have filler in life, chere. Can’t be all life-or-death drama.”

She looked him over. “The way you dress like Don Johnson on Saturday nights, I feel like we should be watchin’ Miami Vice reruns instead.”

“You love it.” He pulled off his scarf and draped it around her shoulders.

“Didn’t say I didn’t.”

And it happened—the long, hungry look that usually made her run. She didn’t, but she wasn’t above a quick subject change. “God, they use same underwater footage over an’ over.”

“Well, folks can’t hold their breath forever.”

She knew this wasn’t a dig at her, but she retreated into overthinking. “…you’ve been tryin’ for a few years with me, Remy.”

“Chere. Don’t. That’s never what this feel like.” He pulled her hand out from under the blanket and kissed it. “A barrier doesn’t phase me none. It’s you underneath. That’s all that matters. It’s the 90’s. Everyone big on protection, non?”

“Oh yeah, I’m blendin’ right in with today’s generation. …I-I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to stay off this topic, can I?”

The silence wrapped around them as the TV continued its soapy glow on their faces. Gambit didn’t realize that she’d mostly fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“You know why I like this show?” Gambit said. “I can relate, ‘cause Rogue always come to Gambit’s rescue.”

“…..mhm. Cuz iloveyou, caj,” she mumbled.

He exhaled hard. He knew the declaration probably didn’t count, but he clung to it like a life ring.

#romy #gambit and rogue #rogue/gambitweek2024 #x men tas

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nymphea0 · 7 days ago

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Do you have any fun fact about Alex in the Story "Until death my Love"?

Funfact : Alex Editions.

From story : Until Death My Love.

Hello this is Neva🦋, hope you have a nice and happy day, it's been a long time since I updated any story whether it's manhwa or Oc. sorry about that, I'm currently very focused on making a "supernatural" character series project investigating and deepening it so that the character I make doesn't seem stiff and my dears enjoy reading it. for that maybe I will post the concept this Saturday.

so just wait my love, as a sweetener for the opening of the monster x reader project series, this is a funfact about alex, req from one of my anonymous darlings🦋, hope you like it my dear anon, this is my first time making a funfact hehe hopefully according to expectations. Lots of love - Neva🦋🦋

might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋

Word count : 621k word

Funfact about Alexandrovice Reigent Arceint-

- 1. Alex is 1 year younger than his wife. Alex has two older brother, and he as the youngest among them.

- 2. Alex doesn't like spicy and salty food, but because his wife likes it, he tries to like it.

- 3. During school, even though Alex and you were in the same school, you were in different classes, making Alex dislike him, until he used his power to be in the same class as you.

- 4. Alex is a skilled hunter, in one of the hunting competitions together with the prospective heirs of the mafia family children in Alex's youth. Alex was ranked first as an ecosystem disaster. Because the hunting that Alex did almost wiped out the species of protected animals or primates.

- 5. All the wedding planning from the dress, concept and etc. between you and Alex, all of that was prepared by Alex, because for Alex pleasing his wife is a gift for him.

- 6. Alex has a Twisted character, if he doesn't like someone who can make his wife smile or even attract your attention, then Alex will destroy that person, eliminate them to the core of the earth. In one chapter ( Chapter 4 ) where your apartment in New York, Brooklyn, the bombing, only killed 1 victim, namely the man guarding the reception desk who played his cellphone, the same man who made you smile friendly greeting on the way to the elevator.

- 7. One of the reasons why Alex can fall in love with you is simple, Alex is like someone who has lost the ability to see the world in various colors, but when he met you accidentally in the school hallway on the first day Alex entered a public school for ordinary people, that's where Alex felt his world was colored, and not just gray. This is an early sign that Alex is interested in you and falls even more when he knows how you act and also your unique nature for Alex.

- 8. The basement in Alex's office, to be honest Alex made the room with the white door just to put all the things he monitors from you, from your activities to your activities at home, all the photos hanging on the rope, polaroids that only capture once-in-a-lifetime moments, to the photos that are washed, all of that Alex collected from the beginning he was interested in you, until even when you and he got married, but unfortunately, the room turned into a torture room for 2 poor people who accidentally made you pay attention to them, the gardener and also the personal driver that Alex chose very carefully, but because of Alex's Twisted character when you give attention 'as a form of formal friendliness' Alex considers their 2 entities to be able to disrupt the balance of the relationship between you and him.

- 9. Alex is a skilled drinker, one of Alex's favorite drinks is liquor and not wine. And Alex is good at playing cards, chess, billiards and gambling. Alex never loses when it comes to gambling and betting.

- 10. This is not a fact about Alex but the tenth point is a fact about the character 'You' throughout the story, especially the character 'You' I made quite complex, and I hope one of the many readers and my darlings to realize that, the character 'You' also has a mental problem, namely, although not similar but the character 'You' has symptoms of mental illness 'Stockholm Syndrome' by being in the 3rd stage of victimization, namely "Depending on someone who abuses the victim mentally or physically". Although Alex does not canonically torture the character 'You' physically, Alex consciously hurts your mentality with the aim of making you dependent on him. Although the character 'You' is not aware of it.

Source Image : Pinterest (i lost the link and cant find it TvT, but if any of my dears find on pinterest or the OG artist please tell me, so i can put as a credit).

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Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions, Always be good people Dear. Much love, Neva🦋🦋.

©️Nymphea0 2024 , OG story, OC series.

#obsessed #possesive #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere x you #anon🦋#nevaerah

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summercreolefanfictioner · 3 months ago

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the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 2.3

pairing: dabi / todoroki touya x fem!oc / reader (MODERN AU)

chapter summary: the moment Touya delves into trouble, and it involved a certain woman and watching a romance movie with his new friends

themes: non-explicit nsfw, violence, alcoholism, cigarette smoking, toxic relationships, mental health, co-dependency and other related themes (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

notes: wrting a bit about cheating and the lore of toxic relationships on this chap was a pain; and yes, no Himiko Toga's were harmed in this fic

"How did you know about this, Dabi-kun?" Himiko marveled at the sight from the backseat, curious eyes taking note of the parking lot that plays free romance movies every Saturday at 9 PM. One might think it was all cheesy and serving, but Touya knew it was a ploy for couples who wanted to get it on while the movie plays in the background. Basically, a place where you can legally have car sex, and no one would bat an eye.

"I just knew," Touya muttered, reaching behind the back to get some of the snacks they had bought earlier. Twice was somewhere far from the vehicles taking a cig, something about accidentally setting the place on fire if he took a smoke near engines.

Himiko blustered, "You took one of your exes here, I bet." There was a disgusted sound at the end as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms in her chest.

"If you knew the answer, then why bother asking?" Touya pointed out (it wasn't true; as if he would), arranging his rearview mirror to secretly check on the woman. So far, she was taking everything well. She wasn't looking at her phone like the expected paranoid girlfriend who still dates the same guy who cheats on her 24/7.

Himiko turned to the woman. "Hey, I'm Toga Himiko," she introduced, taking her hand in hers and rubbing her cheeks on it. "You're so pretty, do you know that? Does your boyfriend always tell you that?"

"I... Nice to meet you, T-Toga-chan," she meekly responded. "I'm..." she says her name, "Thank you."

Himiko was delighted at the sound of her name, a gasp following after. "You really are sooooo pretty, Sahara-chan!"

"It's..." Touya corrected, pronouncing her name per syllable. "Her name's not the famous desert, you brat."

Himiko only stuck out her tongue at him, ignoring his mocking tone as she focused again on the woman beside her. "Do you also like romance, Sahara-chan?" Himiko asked and said woman could hear Touya snorting at the foolish nickname. "I like romance. I like them, a lot, lot, LOT!"

"I... well... er—"

Before he could hear more of their girl talk, Touya already stepped out of the car and joined Twice to smoke. The movie was already playing out, the plot was something about a woman who fell in love with a married man and took solace in a place where she would do her penance for being his side piece. After smoking, they both returned to the car and saw both women engrossed in the movie.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh," Himiko muttered excitedly, munching on her snacks as the woman watched quietly beside her. "What would happen to Prof. Kitano? Will he still be with Sawa? Oh no!"

Touya glanced at her briefly, noting how she was so focused on the film, especially on the Noriko character. In the film, Noriko is the professor's wife, and she can't fathom the fact that she is being pointed as the bad guy when her husband and his side piece are seeing each other again. She must've felt the scene so familiar to her like it was taken from a real-life experience. There was hurt in her eyes; fleeting, flying, leaving her all at once before she realized the reality she was in, finding Touya staring at her before quickly looking away.

When the credits rolled, Himiko was crying tears due to the bittersweet ending while the other was just comforting her. Twice and Touya realized two things: the movie was literally about the consequences of infidelity, and the fact that she has never once taken her phone out; not even to check if her boyfriend has called her or what.

"I can't believe you saved up to let that bitch watch a film about cheating," Touya commented.

"But Toga-chan wanted it!" Twice argued.

"Check movie ratings first before saving up, dumbass!"

Touya drove them back to the bar, with Twice and Himiko getting out before saluting Touya with the latter's signature middle finger. She was also about to open the door when he said, "I'll drive you home. Just tell me where it is."

"There's no need for that, umm?"

"Dabi."

"Yes, Dabi-kun. There's no need for that. My boyfriend is still inside. Maybe we could—"

Touya was running out of patience, slamming the door open and getting out of the car, slightly scaring her as he opened the door on her side and dragged her out by force, pulling her arm harshly and trapping her against the wall. It was the same position he saw her boyfriend in, thrusting his dick in and out of the cocktail server as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He was making her feel for herself that same disgust he saw.

He didn't know why she was the best target of his mockery tonight. There was just something about her, and he still couldn't figure it out.

"You knew what he was doing out there." He leaned close, almost whispering in her ear as she looked away, her hands in her chest like she was crossing her heart, and hoped this would not end as bad as it gets. "You knew who he laid his eyes on. Don't tell me he might still be there, you useless woman."

Touya expected her to cry, to hear her sniff and swallow her pride as he made a fool out of her. Women like her like to live in the delusion that their man who cheats so constantly will change their mind; that they will see the light and change their ways. They won't, unfortunately. It's what they get for believing sappy romance shits. It's the price they pay for an illusion that will never be.

But she didn't react the way someone like her would. She didn't budge. She didn't do what he wanted. She was just looking down, contemplating her next move as Touya was not taking his eyes off of hers.

"I know that very well. I... I am just glad you went out of your way to get me out there and tell me that you saw him, Dabi-kun," she mumbled, her heart still on her chest. "I really... really enjoyed today."

The fuck?

She sighed, finally looking up at him shyly as if reminiscing something. "Today was actually the day when we would celebrate my promotion, and I am happy that I went to the movies with you three instead."

Touya huffed, finally letting go of her and stepping away. So does that mean she's so used to it? Or maybe she allows him to play with other women? Wait. No. Nevermind. I shouldn't know the answer.

"My apartment's not far from here," she notified, finally sighing in relief. "I can walk from here. Thank you again, Dabi-kun. Please send my regards to Twice-san and Toga-chan."

She was about to walk away when Touya grabbed her arm. He should pull away slowly, should let her run to where she lives, and never return here.

You idiot.

"I'll still drive you," he murmured, feeling a bit guilty about his earlier behavior. He shouldn't meddle. He shouldn't be involved. He dragged her out there because he was bored, and nothing else. Her love problems are her own. They would never see each other again after this. This was just boredom, and he was hungry for entertainment. Yes, that was it. Nothing else.

"I want to."

Fuck boredom.

"Oh." She smiled softly at his offer. "Okay."

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She really was just a few minutes walking distance from the bar, walking out of his car and almost bowing respectfully before he followed her and told her he'd walk her to her door. What a gentleman, he was, far from the Dabi who did not give a shit if the woman went home safe or not. He guessed he was weak for women like her. But like what exactly? What was so different about her?

Sure, she was really pretty, wearing his jacket over her tight dress as she tried to walk properly in her stilettos. But was it all it took for him to be like this? He didn't think so. Well, he'll find out anyway.

"Well, this is my unit," she announced then bowed to him. "Thank you again, Dabi-kun. Have a great night!"

And when he went in his car, her scent lingered there. The scent of fresh laundry and morning spring. She might be near the area, but there was no way, she would appear in the bar again.

Until he saw her cardholder in the backseat of his car and realized she was still holding onto his favorite jacket.

ps. Himiko and the woman were watching Hirugao the movie (not safe for minors in Japan ya know)

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harbingerscry · 1 year ago

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Graves Relationship HCs

I am unapologetically down bad for this man, thank you Tech, I am what you created. Big thanks to Luci and Tech for letting me bounce ideas off of them. I also let my southern out while typing this because I feel like this is an appropriate character to do it with.

This contains NSFW content.

Graves loves you, his partner, more than he can verbally express, which is why his hands are constantly on you. In your home, at the store, walking down the road, even on base in front of his Shadows, it does not matter. It could be as simple as him holding your hip or hand. When he's feeling needy or cheeky though, his hand is in the back pocket of your jeans or, if y'all are seated, he's caressing the inside of your thigh and inching ever closer to the heat hidden between your legs. The man is a certified fiend, I don't know what you expected.

Got jewelry on? He's rubbing it between his fingers, fiddling with it, admiring how it feels and how it looks on you. He loves it because he's bought you every piece of jewelry you wear and it serves as a reminder to himself that he can provide for you. It also feeds his possessive nature, even if he won't openly admit it.

Darlin', sweetheart, baby, pumpkin, doll, he's calling you everything under the sun just to see you smile at him.

That all changes at night when he's balls deep inside you, fucking you into the mattress like the man has been deprived of pleasure his whole life. Those cute pet names only serve to mock and tease.

"Fuuuck, look at my little pumpkin~ Not even able to keep those pretty eyes on me when I ask. Always so fuckin' stupid under me." Philip's smirk was wicked as he pulled on the leg hooked over his shoulder, using it as leverage to bully his cock impossibly deeper into you. Fuck if it didn't feel like Heaven as he rocked inside you. He could feel what it did to you too, the way your walls clenched around him even tighter, threatening to push him out as your whines of his name got louder. "Shh, it's okay baby, just take it"

You can bet your sweet ass you have some bruises and you're having to hide some very visible hickies with your favorite concealer. You could have the biggest pout on your lips about it and he'd just be smug as can be.

"Come on sweetheart, just shows how much I love you." You wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face at this moment, but nothing you've ever done has. "We're having lunch with your parent's Phillip!" You were pouting, small tears of frustration threatening to well up. It's not because he marked you, but because the outfit he wanted you to wear left your neck and part of your chest exposed, showing off the small galaxy he had made. Graves' chest jolted as he held back his laughs, pressing his lips to the side of your head like it would help silence him. All you could do was reach around and slap his hip in retaliation which just made him finally laugh out loud. "O-Okay baby, you can pick a different top, just no more poutin'."

Oh yeah, by the way, if he's home and you're getting ready he's switching out whatever you intended to wear with something that pairs well with he's wearing. If he's wearing a white polo and jeans he's pulling out that pretty white and pink floral dress/top he got you for your birthday. It's another small way he makes sure everyone knows you're his.

Also, You and your friends want to go out for the night? He's instantly offering to cook for everyone because he doesn't want you out of the house. You don't know it (or maybe you do) but it's because he can't stand you being where he won't or can't be. It's always cleverly hidden under excuses and reasons that make sense if you don't look too deep. Man is a master manipulator when he needs to be.

"Me and the (ladies/guys) were talking about going to the new restaurant downtown for a (girls/guys) night this Saturday, is that okay with you baby?" You called out from the bathroom of your shared bedroom. Phillip immediately tensed from where he was sat in the bed, the hand he was using to scroll on his iPad stilled as he thought of ways to keep you home. "Well, it was supposed to be a surprise but, I was planning a date night for us that evenin'...." You turned off the bathroom light and you padded over to the bed, climbing in next to him. Your body immediately attached itself to his as you snuggled up. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't know. I could just tell them I can't join?" You couldn't help but feel bad, after all, he worked so hard but still made time for you. "No, I know you want to see your friends. Maybe you and the (ladies/guys) could have your night here and I'll cook?" Phillip turned off his iPad and sat it on the nightstand, making a small show of giving you his undivided attention. "That's a lot though, I don't want you overworking yourself more than you already do..." You bit at your lip as you looked up at him with worry. "Pumpkin, if it makes you happy that ain't nothin'. You deserve to be spoiled. Besides, once they leave we can have our alone time and I'll get all the rest I need." The 'our' was accented by a seductive smirk and kiss to the side of your head as he wrapped an arm around you. When you texted the group chat the following morning everyone was happy to agree to coming over. They love his cooking, plus who would ever say no to free food?

I also have to warn you, Graves is a mama's boy. Luckily though, he's not the kind who worships his mom or picks her side over yours. There have been many times his mother has tried to split the two of you up or been nasty towards you. Each time is happens though it is quickly shut down because Graves' isn't going to put up with it. He'll be down right disrespectful to her when she does it and not even bat an eye when she starts getting upset because you've 'turned her baby against her'. He left home young for multiple reasons and she was one of the biggest ones, regardless of how much he loves her.

At the end of the day, this man would choose very few things over you. He's possessive, cunning, manipulative, but his feelings are very much real. He would never put you in danger or hurt you intentionally. That doesn't mean he hasn't before, when he gets mad his mouth moves before his brain. He's stubborn and doesn't like to apologize, but once he realizes how bad he's fucked up he's doing whatever it takes for you to smile at him again.

#x female reader #x reader #cod mw2 #headcanon #cod modern warfare #phillip graves #x gender neutral reader #modern warfare 2 #call of duty

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raconteur-wanpi · 26 days ago

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One Piece 1132

I don't have a lot of thoughts on this one, yet somehow it might be my favorite Elbaph chapter so far based on vibes alone!

OK I'M GONNA START WITH THE MID-CHAPTER DOUBLE SPREAD BECAUSE WOWWWWW. Wow. God the atmosphere and the scale and the art is off the charts. The Luffy and Usopp bit made me smile sooo hard I'm going insane in the head.

They're so cute. Usopp is so cute here, shut up!!! I'm so happy, this is so important to both of them! This gives me hope that their dynamic will be explored more once again. My boy's dream is coming true.........

Anyway as I said, I don't have too many thoughts this time around, but I am so so glad Oda found a way to unite every single group of characters in this chapter.

I tend to hate "everyone is separated and therefore confusion / misunderstandings / hijinks ensue" type plots, so this was a relief. But also, the convergence was just done in a very competent way, and the whole time there's a lighthearted and fun atmosphere that makes it fun to read.

This chapter in general just made me happy. It's a very charming and explorative chapter of small good things happening, before we settle into any serious plot. Somehow because of that, as I mentioned earlier, it's been my favorite so far!

Also I know I said this last time too, but I love Goldberg and Gerd so much as a little character duo. They have a very charming dynamic and really cute designs, I hope we see much more of them throughout the arc!

I like how Gerd comes off as kinda unintentionally patronizing towards humans lmao. She has good intentions but she kinda treats them like lost little puppies or something.

And speaking of the New Giant Pirates, people were probably right on Rodo being based on Gargamel a bit, lmao. This brought me back to my childhood, it definitely has that vibe. Good Saturday-Morning-Cartoon slapstick. Nice to see he continues to be absolutely terrible. But hey, at the very least he gets the lights kicked out of him by Goldberd and Gerd.

Speaking of old nostalgic cartoon and comic-book properties that inspired Oda in this arc, we also see a lot of that giant kid who seems to be based on Vicky the Viking again. Turns out his name is Colon and his family lives on the village on the second layer (the "Sun Realm" as they call it). The barmaid, who is presumably his mother, also mentions a character called "Ripley", but we don't know anything about who that is yet. I hope Colon ends up being the Aisha / Tama etc of this arc, it'd be really cute!

As far as more plot-important events go, we do find out that Loki and Luffy did in fact make a deal. Luffy does try to keep the secret, so that tells me he accepted it. I have a feeling this is Not Going to Go Well!

The chapter however, despite being very cheerful and fun, ends in a pretty sinister and spooky note. That tells me we're actually going to be here for a while lol, I'm so curious on where this will go. Note that Arnot is a character who's been mentioned before! Apparently he published a book with his adventures decades ago, and he was first mentioned having written about Whiskey Peak and Little Garden.

In this final page, we also see the silhouette of the mystery man in the kasa hat who's been allegedly waiting for the Strawhats again! Place your bets on who's it going to be. Is it Shiki? Gaban? The "Hinokizu / Flame-scar" Man? Someone from the Red-Hair Pirates? A completely new guy? Who knows! Looking forward to the next chapters!

(Hope I can find the time to do a little redraw of Usopp's little crying face, what a highlight for me!)

#one piece #one piece 1132 #one piece spoilers #elbaph spoilers #elbaf spoilers #talltales

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almacambiondaughterofsaleos · 10 months ago

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Stolas character is pathetic attempt trying to recreate Dr doofenshmirtz. That man is a villain and evil well wannabee but don't be too hard on him he try. He saturday cartoon villain and great father. Was he a little to mean toward his henchman? Yes he was but he soon realized that. I see him putting the effort and focusing on his daughter but stolas he just remind me of those parent who are like priotizing their lover over their own children. Comparison with his backstory same but the differences he bullied by his own family, other children and adult too. He was man of science however his intelligence is not respected. He fail at some stuff but not everything and his relationship with his ex wife is very lovable. His wife is just supporting character don't have any depth but shes not cartoonishly evil. Vanessa his daughter she really felt like an actual teenager and the best part she wasn't demonized for being angry. Dr and perry have strong gay tension it wasn't predatory it felt like there potential romance between them. Stolitz really forced so i don't care for them. Stolas he just trash father i lack respect for him. Viv you demand respect not earned it

Yeah, Dr. Doof is a result of good writing and showing not just telling. And as you point out the narrative shows him having a good relationship with his ex wife even as he's divorced. Seriously, that is something that I couldn't imagine Stolas doing because at the end of the day despite saying he loves and cares for his daughter puts her over his desires. He refuses to go above the bare minimum and actually stop being an obsessed simp over this imp he remembers from decades ago and is obsessed with. And you bet your butt that Doof would refuse to put any new romantic partner over his daughter mostly because he would probably want her to get used the idea and because he would so want to make sure his partner is okay with his kid. Also his girls are unionized he can be a good boss. Even though his sad backstory is played for laughs, I do love how it factors into his parenting which is making sure his daughter never experiences what he had to go through. Doof is a demonstration of making sure he does everything in his power not to be like his parents while Stolas despite the narrative trying to say otherwise is becoming like his dad which is being emotionally neglectful and selfish.

#helluva boss #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #anti-vivziepop #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel

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Red Light - Days Gone By

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, light nsfw/18+ content.

Warnings: Hoseok’s thoughts; talk of sex/sexual situations. Mentions of killing/arson. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: How many years has it been…?

Notes: Going WAYYYY back. Teehee. Timeline is unknown (for you anyway heh) 👀

This Part 32 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hoseok has never been hard to please. Well, he doesn’t think so at least. There’s a possibility that things might have been different before though. He supposes the possibilities are endless as he takes a sip of his warming Jack and coke. Refreshing.

-looks kind of mysterious. He let his drink sit for a while, I wonder-

Sitting back against the stool and away from the bar, he scans the crowded club, eyes flickering around the room curiously. It’s insanely busy, a Saturday night in New York in the middle of July, the perfect time for him to find some fun. It’s like a silver platter right in front of him, hundreds of humans distracting themselves from their piss poor daily lives with sex, drugs, and alcohol on a shoddily made dance floor. Lucky him.

-so hot, I bet she’ll let me take her home tonight-

It’s definitely become his favorite pastime, although a bit morbid in retrospect, watching the humans intermingle while he hunts them quietly, carefully. They never realize, never have clue that his intentions are likely much darker than what they can imagine, that they may involve a bloody massacre. It’s really all in good fun most of the time, and right now it seems like the best option as the voices become louder…

-make him jealous! He’s mine! He should be with me and not-

Not tonight though, no. Tonight he just wants to get his dick wet. It’s a romantic thought since it’s been much too long since he’s properly fucked someone and he misses that feeling of euphoria terribly. Though, it’s much easier said than done sadly because concealing himself in a sea of humans can fall somewhere on the fine line of entertaining and exhausting. Tonight, it’s becoming exhausting quite quick, and so he tries to close his metaphorical ears.

Standing from his seat at the bar with a sigh, Hoseok pointedly ignores the loud buzzing of drunken minds around him. He ignores the inner turmoil of a would be groom and his sex obsessed friends, ignores the party girls who can’t think straight, ignores the very annoying Nightmare that’s clearly taken notice of him. Ignores, ignores, ignores.

-another Nightmare?! Oh, I bet-

He ignores it and gets lost in the sea.

It’s something he does surprisingly easily, the flashing lights overtaking his senses and allowing him to lose control as his heels click agains the dance floor. He likes that though, likes to lose himself, likes to let loose and just go with the flow. It’s soothing to him to just let the white noise be only that, soothing to blend in with the silly little humans.

He grinds against random bodies to the beat of the music, occasional hands touching his own as he finds new dance partners, hands skimming against the naked skin of his waist. He dances with one, two, three different people before he turns toward him. Hoseok knew he could only avoid a walking Nightmare for so long; they’re drawn to each other like flies to honey.

He’s tall, taller than Hoseok even, eyes almost red as the lights continue to pulse. He looks… Normal, long dark hair framing his face just as his tight clothing frames his body. The man stares into his eyes unabashedly, toothy smile adorning dimpled cheeks. Hoseok doesn’t like that smile, but can’t help but to feel almost giddy.

Oh my, he’s so handsome! A little scary looking too, but I bet he likes to have fun, mhm mhm-

“Oh, how exiting! Fancy meeting another monster in the wild. It’s a pleasure.” He speaks at normal tone, much too quiet for anyone other than Hoseok to hear, but his excitement is clear. He holds out a hand to shake, nearly bumping into the dancing bodies around them. Hoseok stares for a bit, trying to sense any ill intention toward him, but none exists, so he addresses the other Nightmare bluntly while taking his hand.

“Pleasant for me, or for you?” The question hangs in the air as the man’s smile grows sharper, eyes darkening just a notch as he squeezes. Hoseok knows from very personal experience that some Nightmares just can’t control themselves, their tempers a ticking time bomb… A total massacre isn’t what he wanted tonight; it’ll make it much harder to get laid if he’s covered in blood and grime.

Maybe he’d want to help burn this place, it would be so much fun! We could make a new friend! I do love new friends, yes. A bonding experience-

“Oh, don’t be that way! I’m sure we’re here for the same reason.” Certainly not. It’s normal for death and destruction to be on a Nightmares mind, and that’s the case for this man for sure. He’d have fun bribing this whole place down and giggle while listening to the screams. Hoseok raises a brow, nearly scoffing at the insinuation as he finally lets the other man’s hand fall.

“You’re here to satiate your bloodlust by burning down the place, I’m here for sexual release. Those are two very different things in my book.” There’s a flicker then of something sinister in the others eyes, confusion mixing in steadily. It’s always fun to mess around with others, they never catch on, but then why does he feel dissatisfied…? It seeps on slowly, unwelcome and foreboding.

“How…?” Hoseok’s own confusion grows, and that… That doesn’t make any sense. Why is he confused? He stares down this new Nightmare, listening to his thoughts flicker all over the board. His mind is hard to follow, running at a pace he can barely keep up with, a complete mess really.

How does he know?! It’s like he can read my thoughts; maybe I’ll calm him a bit, he feels tense. We can’t have tense, no no-

“An empath? That’s new, I’ve never met a Nightmare with such an ability. Either way, I have no interest in getting to know you. Goodbye.” He goes to turn away but the other Nightmare lets out a whine, almost childlike in nature as he pouts. It makes him stop, his curiosity getting the better of him. This one’s certainly a little odd.

“Awww, wait! Seokjinnie would have liked you! He always makes good friends with the strong ones.” … Seokjin? He belongs to Seokjin…? If that’s the case, this must be his Joonie. Fuck, he can’t just have a peaceful night, can he? Letting his eyes flash to black, he turns back to give the other Nightmare one last pointed look.

There’s a silent communication between them, Nightmare to Nightmare. He knows now that he’ll see Namjoon again, that it was a complete fluke to meet him without Seokjin around. Things are certainly going to be interesting in the coming future, if that, he’s quite certain. But for now, he’s only got one thing on his mind.

“Another time. Bring your Seokjin with and then we can talk. You can send him my regards though, tell him Hoseok says hello. Farewell, Namjoon.”

#red light ♥️#hoseok x y/n #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #bts angst #bts horror au #bts monster au

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7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople · 2 years ago

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How I think Outlast characters would play Just Dance

Miles: Pretty good but questionable rhythm. Gets INSANELY into it and will probably beat you.

Waylon: Terrible. Horrible. Plays with his kids though and they absolutely smoke him, but he has fun.

Blake: Not as bad as Waylon, but not too far off. Lynn refuses to dance with him in public.

Jeremy: Pretty good although he pretends to be worse because he doesn’t want anyone knowing he enjoys Just Dance. (Rick and him get coked out on Saturdays and play)

Richard: Not bad, but this man has 0 rhythm. He gets super competitive even though Jeremy beats him every time. Secretly practices alone to get better.

Chris: Surprisingly amazing, and could probably beat all the other characters on this list. Idk I just feel like that man can dance….

Eddie: Nowhere near as good as Chris but he’s probably got rhythm. (Why do I keep saying these white boys have rhythm idk) RIP Eddie you would have loved Just Dance. Or hated it no in between.

Frank: I wouldn’t say he’s good but damn does he get into it. Does he hit the moves he’s supposed to? No, but he is definitely hitting moves.

The Twins: I imagine the shared thoughts thing they’ve got going on would help for some sick ass in sync dancing but god please put some pants on before playing Just Dance.

Val: Similar to Frank, those are definitely dance moves ! Val is definitely dancing !

Marta: Marta please stop dancing you’re scaring the children. (im kidding i love her i bet she would dance very lovely if she tried)

Pauline: Absolutely kicks ass at it and takes it seriously too. I would love to see Pauline and Chris go head to head.

Please add more these are my favorite characters and the only characters I feel confident answering for.

#id love to see lisa and lynn added or silky variant or ethan or father martin that bald fuck #outlast #outlast whistleblower #outlast 2 #outlast fandom #miles upshur #waylon park #blake langermann #jeremy blaire #richard trager #chris walker #eddie gluskin #frank manera #the twins #val outlast 2 #val outlast #marta outlast 2 #pauline glick

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steelbluehome · 4 months ago

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The Hollywood Reporter

Telluride: Don’t Bet Against Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong’s Oscar Prospects for Trump Origin Story ‘The Apprentice’

The actors play Donald Trump and Roy Cohn, respectively, in Ali Abbasi's film, which had its North American premiere at the Telluride Film Festival on Saturday night.

By Scott Feinberg

September 1, 2024

The Apprentice, the Donald Trump origin story that everyone in the film community and beyond has been talking and speculating about, had its North American premiere at the Telluride Film Festival’s Galaxy Theatre on Saturday night. The stateside unveiling comes three months after its world premiere at the Cannes Film Festival and just days after Briarcliff Entertainment acquired its U.S. distribution rights amid legal threats from the Trump campaign, with plans to release it in theaters on Oct. 11, less than a month before the presidential election.

Interest in the film among those who missed it on the Croisette has been through the roof, to the extent that Telluride’s 10 p.m. Saturday night screening — which was added to the fest’s schedule only a few hours before it took place — attracted a full house of 500 people, with many others turned away. Post-screening reactions were, not unexpectedly, divided. But my own impression from finally seeing the film (I had to return from Cannes before it screened there), and the degree to which the people who like it really like it, is that it should not be counted out of the awards race — particularly its lead actor Sebastian Stan, who plays young Trump, and its supporting actor Jeremy Strong, who plays the man who became his consigliere, Roy Cohn.

The Apprentice was written by Vanity Fair’s longtime Trump chronicler Gabriel Sherman and directed by Border and��Holy Spider helmer Ali Abbasi, in his English-language film debut. It covers the period from 1973, when New York businessman Trump, then 27, first crossed paths with power lawyer Cohn, through 1986, shortly after Cohn died (under circumstances that you should not Google if you don’t already know them), and shortly before the publication of The Art of the Deal, the book that helped to elevate Trump from a braggadocious businessman to a full-fledged celebrity.

Trump supporters have assumed that the film would be a Hollywood hit job. That’s partly because most of them have heard only about a brief scene in which Trump is shown forcing himself on his first wife, Ivana (Borat Oscar nominee Maria Bakalova), which, in fact, is based on an accusation that Ivana herself made and then, perhaps under pressure, recanted. But the truth is that The Apprentice — which opens with a disclaimer that a few aspects of its story are imagined, but the vast majority of it is documented — is not some mocking caricature of Trump; it’s actually a portrayal that some Trump haters will find too sympathetic.

It is neither a puff piece nor a hit job, but is, as the Iranian-born Dane Abbasi said during his pre-screening introduction, an outsider-to-America’s effort to hold up a “mirror” to our society and force us to look at it anew. It shows the man who would become president as a young, handsome, charming and promising businessman, as well as someone who was emotionally damaged by his father, steered down a dark path by Cohn, and, consequently, became vain, selfish and occasionally very cruel.

Stan nails Trump’s look, mannerisms and unusual way of speaking — which must have been a daunting assignment, given how many other people have done impersonations of Trump — and Strong captures the dead-eyed look and coiled-snake physicality that Cohn possessed going back to his early years as Joseph McCarthy’s henchman.

One doesn’t have to like a character — or even a film — to appreciate an actor’s guts and abilities. Indeed, in recent years the Academy’s actors branch has nominated numerous impressive portrayals of polarizing people in polarizing movies — among them Megyn Kelly, Richard Nixon, Tammy Faye Bakker, George W. Bush, Lynne Cheney and Dick Cheney, and J.D. Vance’s grandma, none of whom are particular favorites of the Hollywood community.

The Apprentice’s distributor, Briarcliff, is relatively new to the scene, but its chief, Tom Ortenberg, is not new to the awards game, having overseen, during his days at Lionsgate, the campaign for Crash, and during his days at Open Road, the campaign for Spotlight — both of which went on to win the best picture Oscar. He — in partnership with James Shani’s Rich Spirit, which was instrumental in helping free up the film’s domestic rights — has also already retained a number of highly capable awards consultants to help execute a push for The Apprentice. And the talent behind the film is on the ground at Telluride supporting it. So, much like it would be unwise to count out Trump in 2024, I believe that it would be unwise to count out The Apprentice.

#sebastian stan #jeremy strong #ali abbasi #the apprentice

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syntia13treeman · 9 months ago

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Case files 10.01

what I think happened in:

Case 10.01, the case of "Cursed Pygmalion" or "How I stopped worrying and started fearing for my life instead"

In 1994 Channel Six hired Niger Dickerson to host night variety show, nicknamed "Nigel’s SOS," (short for "Nigel Dickerson presents Saturdays on Six,"), where Nigel was 'held prisoner' by mysterious off-screen "Mr. Six", and played pranks on his guests. The prank always concluded with the guests being informed that they "got berried" and receiving a raspberry trophy.

In 1996, as part of the prank, a character of Mr. Bonzo was created (Nigel designed the look, nobody can really remember who came up with that name*)

The first guest confronted with Mr. Bonzo, chef Gordon Ramsey Gotard Rimbaeu was so freaked out, he broke the actors arm with a frying pan (allegedly**).

After that the actors (allegedly**) wearing Bonzo's suit would change frequently. Playing the role has become sort of rite of passage for the newbies on set.

Bonzo's role also changed overtime. From a jumpscare he went to become the show's mascot, to eventually replace Mr. Six as Nigel's 'jailer'. He was a hit with target audience, the merch was selling, they even started building a themepark… and then everything changed, when Terrance Menki attacked got caught.

Who is Terrance Menki? Apparently a serial killer, whose gimmick was killing in cosplay, presumably different one each time, as he had a whole wardrobe of costumes. Just bad luck that when he got caught with his 11th victim, he was wearing a knock-off Bonzo suit. (It wasn't even a good knock-off, all the colours were backwards!)

Alas, the press immediately dubbed him the "Bonzo Butcher", the public ate it up, and Mr. Bonzo's public image was ruined. Shortly afterwards, on 3rd March 2000 the Bonzoland was closed (ARG exclusive information), "Nigel's SOS" was cancelled, and Nigel was left to deal with hate-mail and death threats, despite having nothing to do with the whole mess (allegedly).

That would be the end of the story, except… between 2016 and 2021 there were at least 3 murders where Mr. Bonzo was (allegedly) seen at the scene.

When asked about in an interview conducted by Geraldine in August 2021, Nigel Dickerson categoricity denied it refused to comment on any potential Bonzo involvement in any crime.

Considering that he'd been living in Mr. Bonzo's house for the past [number unknown] years, his claims of ignorance and innocence fall rather flat.

The most recent Bonzo sighting was not reported on Saturday night, 09th of March 2024, when Gwendolym Bouchard, acting on behalf of OIAR, handed over an envelope containing (reportedly***) a name and address. Mr. Bonzo graciously accepted and chewed said envelope in his NOT SOFT teeth and lumbered into the night.

More news next Thursday at 5pm. For now let's speculate a bit:

*If Nigel didn't come up with Bonzo's name, and his producer Rich didn't come up with the name… then who did? I won't say it's impossible that it was just some random intern that Nigel couldn't be bothered to remember, but… Names are important. Names have power. Maybe something was trying to manifest itself, and started with giving itself a name?

**Where there ever actually any actors inside Bonzo suit? There are a few possibilities: a) it's been all Bonzo all along – it would go well with Bonzo naming himself, but otherwise I think it's unlikely. It's possible that: b) there only ever was one, very unlucky actor. When the Britain's snootiest chef attacked him with a pan, he did more than just break the poor man's arm. The actor died in the costume, and stayed in the costume, and just… kept going in the costume. This is macabre enough origin story to be plausible, but I'm gonna say nah. I think that: c) SOS really had their little ritual, where a stream of very tired, minimal wage studio workers had to run around in the suit until the next loser was hired. This is too easily verifiable for Nigel to lie about. I bet there were little 'behind the scenes' documentaries during the show's golden era, where Jack the stagehand and Joe the janitor bitched in polite British about how much of a pain in the neck it was.

So at what point did the actors become unnecessary? When and how was current day Mr. Bonzo born? I think it was a process that started with the name, but ended shortly after his show was cancelled. Over the years of popularity, as more and more people thought of Bonzo as a character (or a person) more than a funny suit, Bonzo was becoming less and less of just a funny suit. When the costume no longer had actors to animate it, it decided to animate itself. And because at that time the Bonzo-mania turned to Bonzo-hate, instead of chaotic but largely harmless creature he could have been, he became… well. Something that a shady government organization apparently uses as a hitman.

And here I need to ask an important question: What the fuck was up with that? Joking. (Though I wish to know how do you even discover you can do that). (***and did the envelope really contain name and address? Did Gwen check? Does she remember the name?)

The question is: who is the unlucky person, about to receive a lethal blast of the 90s nostalgia? Will we ever even know? (Will we know tomorrow, 11.04.2024, when Celia clicks on the newest case and hears an emergency call from someone fleeing for their life from a 'guy in a weird costume?')

Other question: how long has Nigel been held hostage in his own house (sorry – Bonzo's house) and just how sorry should I feel for him? He seemed pretty unconcerned about the actor with broken arm, and about Bonzo running off into the night to do murder, but I imagine that living in constant shadow of Mr Bonzo is pretty stressful and doesn't leave much room for empathy, so… I don't know. I'm gonna wait and see.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp case files #tmagp case 10.01 #tmagp 10 #Mr. Bonzo #Nigel Dickerson #Mr. Six #ep. written by Jonathan Sims #ep. written by J.S.+A.J.N #tmagp

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My Idol 3: Part Twenty

My Idol from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

You imagined from Jinyoung's perspective; you looked a bit like a fish gasping for air. Opening your mouth only to close it again when no words came, you grappled with what to do.

Pulling himself up into a much less seductive position, (albeit still hot - it was THE Park Jinyoung after all) he patted the bed lightly beside him and smiled. "Sit."

Your brain instantly obeyed, dropping your body like dead weight beside his.

"I bet you're wondering why you're here with me," Jinyoung smiled easily. "And not Jack-"

"Y/N!" a familiar, gravelly voice called as it came hurtling into the room.

Belly-flopping into both you and Jinyoung's laps, Jackson splayed across your thighs, a wide smile on his face.

"Yah," Jinyoung groaned, immediately pushing the older man's legs away, causing Jackson to roll toward the ground. "You didn't even let me get to the buildup."

Plopping unceremoniously onto the hard wood floor, Jackson winced. "I was excited."

"Evidently," Jinyoung grumbled, shaking his head.

Trying to hide your amusement, you watched as Jackson crawled back toward the bed. Pulling himself to his knees, he set his arms gently across your legs and smiled up at you. "Hello, gorgeous."

"And it begins!" Jinyoung groaned. "I couldn't even flirt for five minutes without you ruining it."

"It's my date," Jackson bickered back. "Why should I let you flirt with them?"

"Because," Jinyoung said softly. Turning toward you, he reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Biting his lip slowly, he let it pop out from his teeth before smiling. "I'm good at it."

His methods were much more efficient than you had anticipated, causing your soul to leave your body before slamming back into it again. What in the Wattpad was that?

"So am I!" Jackson whined. "Y/N, tell him how much I romanced you on our first date."

"Oh yeah," you nodded, still struggling to get your bearings. "So much romance. Very...wow."

Jackson rolled his eyes as Jinyoung cackled.

"Jinyoung's obvious jealousy aside," Jackson sighed. "Are you ready for the best slumber party ever?"

"I'm going to own Season 4 when they draft me for this show," Jinyoung pouted. "Mark my words."

"Who came up with the idea for a slumber party?" you asked, noting how very themed it was. You hadn't noticed it when you walked in, but there were three sleeping bags rolled up and set at the head of the bed, each with their own signature 90's cartoon character. The fairy lights you had thought came default in the room were actually haphazardly strung Christmas lights. There were also even more snacks spread out on the bedside tables.

"Me," Jinyoung and Jackson said in unison, only to turn on each other. "You?!"

"I've always wanted to have a good, old-fashioned y2k slumber party," Jackson challenged. "I trained a lot as a kid and didn't have time to do fun stuff like this."

"You may have always wanted to do it," Jinyoung countered. "But I was the one who suggested it."

Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side, Jackson gave a small nod in acknowledgement. "Okay, maybe I remember that."

Watching the two of them bicker back and forth was one of the purest forms of entertainment you had had in a while.

"Why don't we get started on some snacks?" Jackson continued cheerfully, springing from his spot on the floor. Grabbing you by the wrist, he dragged you through the camera men and back into the seating area. "Pick your poison."

Your eyes weren't sure where to land first. Every Korean chip and candy that you were familiar with was clustered on the tabletop. There were even snacks from your home country, which was a special surprise.

You glanced up to Jackson who was busy watching you. "Pick for me?"

A slow smile spread across his lips as he began to nod. "How about this," he hummed, putting a bag of shrimp chips in one hand. "And this to balance it out." He placed Lotte chocolate in the opposite hand. "Go sit and I'll grab us all some drinks."

Doing as you were told, you waddled with your snacks (you had admittedly grabbed one or two more) and cuddled up on the sofa.

Jinyoung followed behind, a bag of seaweed snacks in his hand as he dropped heavily in one of the accent chairs. "I have to ask, Y/N. What are your intentions with my friend?"

A shit eating grin spread across his face as you heard Jackson bark laugh from the kitchenette.

You snorted softly with amusement. It was incredibly clear how important Jackson and Jinyoung were to each other, so even though Jinyoung was phrasing it in a joking manner, there was a hint of seriousness behind the question.

"I have only good intentions," you said carefully. "While not every choice has been my own, I'm really valuing the time that I've spent with Jackson, and I look forward to getting to know him better."

"What a diplomatic answer," Jinyoung hummed. "Do you think you have a handle on his personality from what you've seen so far?"

"Maybe a certain side of it," you nodded. "He's very caring, especially when it comes to his family, both found and biological."

You watched Jinyoung's lips twitch at that. The way you saw it, Got7 was the family that Jackson got to choose, and he was all the better for it.

"He's got a fiery side to him," you continued. "But in different ways. He's fiery in his passion for what he's doing and, in his communication, to get his point across. He's also fiery in a simmering sense."

"Do tell."

You felt your cheeks grow warm. "Well, he has no issue conveying what he wants emotionally...or physically."

"Physically?" Jinyoung coughed, wide-eyed.

"Calm down," Jackson chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head before handing a drink to his member. "I tried to kiss them. No big deal."

"But I'm guessing he was very clear while trying to do that," Jinyoung finished, gladly accepting the bottle he was offered.

"It's important to be clear," Jackson nodded, taking a seat beside you. "I never want to pressure someone into something they don't want."

"Which brings me to my next point," you smiled. "He's both nice and kind. He's nice while other people are around, and very respectful. But in private, he's extremely kind. It's in his words and actions that not everyone gets to see. He doesn't need to prove that side of himself to anyone. He just gives it freely."

"Well said," Jinyoung agreed.

Jackson let out a chirp of approval, a cheesy smile on his face. "I could listen to you two talk about me all day."

"Which means we should stop immediately," Jinyoung laughed.

"No, no," you interrupted. "I want you to tell me about him. From a friend's perspective."

Jinyoung took a deep breath before leaning all the way back in his seat. He eyed his friend wearily.

"I met Jackson on his very first day in Korea," Jinyoung started. "I asked one of the managers if he was an actor from Hong Kong because he was so handsome."

Jackson beamed as he slapped the air. "You are a good flirt."

Jinyoung smiled before shaking his head. "We went out to a restaurant and started to get to know each other. I liked him from the very beginning. He was just so free. I know we all see this side of him that's so bright and clever, but really, he's one of the calmest people in private. He's a grounding force."

"Someone has to be," Jackson chuckled. "Half of you have the worst tempers."

Ignoring that barb, Jinyoung continued. "I like to say that he's my teacher of life. He tells me all the time that I can do anything. You'll find with this career that a lot of people will say that, but with him, you actually believe it. He has so much faith in you that you start having faith in yourself."

"Needless to say," Jackson said, emotion clear in his voice. "We're friends for life."

"We are," Jinyoung agreed.

"He's a true-hearted friend," Jackson nodded. "I know this wasn't a question about him, but in fifty or sixty years, I think we'll still be spending time together."

"Little old men," Jinyoung laughed. "Pop, locking, and dropping it."

"I hope I'm there to see it," you smiled.

"Me too," Jackson hummed, wiggling his brows. "Cause that'll mean I won."

"Not necessarily," Jinyoung said, waving a finger. "You could just be friends."

"Okay, that's fair," Jackson agreed. "If I didn't get another option, I think I'd be happy with that too."

"Thanks," you grinned. "Hopefully you'll have a high opinion of me someday as well. Hearing you two talk about each other is adorable."

"Adorable," Jinyoung scoffed. "Please don't tell another living soul."

"I hate to break it to you," Jackson whispered. "But there's been cameras recording this whole time."

Jinyoung sprung forward, clutching his chest as he gasped. "How was I supposed to know?! I should have charged a higher price to say all of that."

Jackson giggled. "Before my friend here makes me pay a compliment tax, why don't we play a game?"

"Sure," you agreed easily. "What did you have in mind?"

"Weeeell," he sang. "It wouldn't be a real slumber party without a game of truth or dare, would it?"

You shuttered internally. While you hadn't been to an abundance of sleepovers in your day, you had been forced into truth or dare more than once. The game could go one of two ways; one, incredibly boring because everyone chooses truth, or two, grow out of control as people try to out-dare each other. Judging your company, you were leaning toward the latter.

"Alright Y/N," Jinyoung said, mischievousness dancing across his features. "Truth or dare?"

You sighed, knowing that picking truth would be a cop out, but didn't want to commit to whatever twisted dare these two could come up with. "Truth."

"What's your worst fear?" Jinyoung asked. "Specifically, about this show?"

You weren't sure what kind of question you had been expecting, but it definitely wasn't that. Jinyoung had pin-pointed the exact thing that could instantly turn your brain to mush. You tried to tread water in the sea of problems that My Idol presented. Due to recent events, one of your newest fears was that you or one of the guys would get injured. Some of them already had and that was pain enough. The thought that it could get worse wasn't a line that you wanted to cross right now. No, you'd choose to ignore the chaos of the security issues and go with something that had been one of your fears when the show started.

"I'm afraid that I'll fall in love with more than one person," you admitted. "And that I'll have to break their heart and my own to make a decision."

Jackson's hand quickly found yours and gave it a soft squeeze. "You're not in an enviable position."

"Everyone thinks dating idols is all fun and games until you actually like them," Jinyoung smirked. "I think that's an easy fear to understand. Do you think it's possible to fall in love with more than one person at a time?"

"Hey, hey," Jackson said. "Only one question per truth."

"It's okay," you chuckled. "I didn't think so before I started this show, but now that I'm in it... It's starting to become a worry."

Jinyoung nodded. "I'm sure it'll all turn out fine. You just have to love Jackson best."

You let out a surprised laugh. "I'll see what I can do."

"Jinyoungie," Jackson cooed. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the man across from you said confidently.

"I dare you to go to our neighbors across the hall," Jackson grinned. "And ask them to have a dance party with you."

"In the hall?" Jinyoung winced.

"In the hall," Jackson confirmed.

"Isn't that a little much?" Jinyoung whined. "They're just people minding their own business. What if-"

"You could choose truth," Jackson teased. "If you're a... chicken."

Jinyoung's expression smoothed before quirking a brow. "I'm not a chicken."

"I dunno," you said, joining in on the fun. "Sounds suspiciously like something a chicken would say."

"God, you two are made for each other," Jinyoung grumbled, pushing out of his seat. "Where's the speaker?"

And that was how you and Jackson stood behind Jinyoung as he spun what had to have been an 80-year-old woman to the sweet sounds of JJ Project's Bounce (Jackson's request).

"That was cruel and unusual punishment," Jinyoung whined, plopping back into his chair.

You and Jackson dissolved into a fit of giggles as you both fell onto the couch.

"This has to be the best day of my life," Jackson cackled. "Why did she try to give you money after?"

"Did she think it was a service?" you gasped between peals of laughter. "That she was tipping you?"

"Oh god," Jinyoung groaned. "She kept trying to tuck it into my sweater pocket. And when I refused, she put a finger up to my lips to shush me."

The visual was enough to cause you and Jackson to laugh even harder.

'Okay, enough!" Jinyoung pleaded. "Jackson, please, truth or dare?"

"This isn't about me!" Jackson screeched. "This about you and your Host business!"

"Truth or dare," Jinyoung repeated through his fingers now covering his face.

"Dare, obviously," Jackson said, finally letting his laughter wind down.

"I dare you to jump into the pool," Jinyoung said, lifting his hands to shoot a pointed look at his member. "With all your clothes on."

"Now where's the fun in that," Jackson said, giving you a quick wink. "Let's do it."

Following your two dates dutifully outside, you stood beside Jinyoung and waited. The night air had gotten a bit chilly, but the pool seemed to be heated. Getting in didn't sound like a totally bad idea.

Crossing your arms, you watched as Jackson made sure the sliding door leading to the deck was as open as possible. Picking the seating area as his starting point, he began a full sprint out of the door and toward the pool. Just as he shouted something you couldn't make out, you were scooped into the air as well, quickly plummeting toward the water.

"Jackson!" you squealed seconds before your head went under. You moved your legs frantically underneath you until your toes touched the tiles at the bottom. Giving a solid push off, you broke through the surface and gasped for air.

"I have you; I have you," Jackson cooed, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you toward him.

"You certainly do not have me!" you shouted, smacking at his chest. "What the hell, Jackson?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," he winced. "Maybe not?"

"Absolutely not!" you groaned. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, you absolute turd."

Despite the insult, Jackson grinned. "But I got us all matching pajamas."

"Of course, you did," you sighed, shaking your head. While your irritation was slowly starting to burn away, you tried to calm yourself even further. Jackson seemed to recognize that taking you with him may not have been the best decision, but you could live in the moment. Who could say that they ever got to experience something like this? "At least the pool is warm."

"I definitely wouldn't have taken you in if it wasn't," Jackson nodded. Sticking out his bottom lip, he said quietly, "I'm sorry if what I did made you upset though. Sometimes I just don't think."

Sighing, you ran your fingers over the plains of Jackson's face, wiping the water away as you went. "You were just trying to have fun."

"But I should have considered how you felt," Jackson nodded. "Just because I'm trying to have fun doesn't mean I have to pull you into it. Literally."

"Valid," you said, your heart melting as he offered up genuine apologies. "I forgive you."

"Good," he smiled. Turning away from you, he shouted at Jinyoung who was still hovering at the water's edge. "Jinyoung-ah! Get in here!"

"Are you kidding?" Jinyoung called back. "This sweater is cashmere!"

"Party pooper!"

"Nag!"

"I can tell you two really love each other," you chuckled, watching Jinyoung's retreating frame as it went back inside.

"Oh, I'm convinced he can't stand me sometimes," Jackson laughed. "But we're like brothers. We've been there for each other through some of the toughest moments of our lives... do you have friends like that?"

"I do," you nodded, letting Jackson glide around the pool with you in his arms. You tried to ignore the way the water had taken up residence in his collarbone, or how his shirt was now nearly see-through, clenching his chest as if it were painted on.

"What do they think about you doing the show?" he asked, finally stopping as he pressed your back against the side of the pool.

"Well, one of them also applied," you chuckled. "We both kind of did it as a joke. It's one of those things where you never think you would make it."

"But then you did," he smiled.

"Then I did," you sighed. "I haven't been able to talk to them as much as I usually do...and obviously I can't go out with them, but they're supportive when they can be. They send me a lot of food deliveries."

"if that's not the makings of a true friend, I don't know what is," Jackson mused. "What do you think they would say about you if they were here?"

"Curious about me?" you teased. His body was so close now, you couldn't help but have flashbacks of your first date. Just like it did in the hallway, having him only inches away made you feel slightly off balance. You hadn't had a single drop of liquor tonight, but you could have sworn you were intoxicated.

"Always," he said quietly. "I obviously don't know them...but what I've seen is someone brave. I see someone who willingly gives while the world takes. I see someone who can stand to be protected even though they think they need to protect everyone else."

"If only I could," you whispered. "But I think they would say something similar? Or at least I hope they would. I don't necessarily have the highest opinion of myself, but they seem to for whatever reason."

"Well, go on," he urged with another one of his flawless grins.

"They'd probably say I'm a nerd," you thought out loud. "That I read too much, eat too little, and stress about everything. I've been trying to do better with that by the way, but this competition makes it difficult."

"I think a healthy amount of stress is okay," Jackson nodded. "It drives you forward. It becomes a problem when it holds you back."

"Man, Jinyoung really got that spot on with the life teacher comment, didn't he?"

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. "I think of him the same way though. I think we've both just lived so much life for our few years that it's natural for us to see things a different way."

"That makes sense," you hummed. "You had to grow up fast in a lot of ways."

"Maybe," he shrugged, adjusting his hold on you to circle around your waist. You couldn't help the small shiver that ran down your spine. "I think our generation sees a lot of that in general."

Allowing the conversation to lapse into a comfortable silence, you were hesitant to speak again. "Were you happy it was me?"

Jackson eyed you, amusement clear on his face. "Well, I didn't have much choice, now did I?"

You laughed, immediately feeling foolish. "I guess not."

"But to answer your question, I am so excited it was you. I don't know any different, but I wouldn't want to."

You nodded, trying to take both him and his words in. Before meeting Jackson, you had never really anticipated his introspective side. He was such a blast of energy and passion that it was easy for his quiet moments to get lost. The time you were sharing now felt incredibly special, despite having a boom mic hovering a few inches over your head.

Turning your eyes to Jackson's, you weren't surprised to see him watching you back. A layer of steam was starting to congregate just above the heated water, making the moment all the more dream-like.

"I think now would be a good time to say, I like you, Y/N," he said quietly, separating the space between you to rest his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath and blew it out of his nostrils.

"I like you too," you said easily. Probably too much considering it was only your second date.

"Am I...am I allowed to kiss you this time?" he asked, not bothering to look up. His forehead remained still against yours, his eyes closed.

"I dunno," you said, slowly turning it over in your mind. "What would you do if I said no?"

"Try again next time."

"What if there is no next time?" you whispered.

This caused his eyes to pop open. "Then I guess I'll have to get creative."

Smiling to yourself, you tried to really think it through. You were worried that kissing Chan had set a certain precedent, but you shouldn't even factor that in. Jackson was his own independent person that you were building a different relationship with. This one was just as amazing, just as much of a whirlwind. There was no denying your attraction to him, both physically and mentally. If you had met outside of the show, you were pretty certain you would have let him kiss you on the first date.

You licked your lips before deciding to make the first move. You wanted to catch him off guard just this once.

In a swift motion, you caught his mouth with yours, wrapping your arms tightly behind his neck in the process. You let your fingers rove through the back of his hair, tugging gently as he moved to get a better vantage. He let go of your waist, pressing you further into the wall, and moving his hands to rest on the lip of the pool. All boxed in, he leveraged the space by pressing his lips roughly against yours, breathing heavily through his nose as he captured your mouth again and again.

You could easily die in his arms, kissing him forever. He conveyed so much in one small motion, it was difficult to get all of your nerve endings working succinctly. He was such a shock to the system, you could feel the kiss all the way down to your toes and at the ends of your fingertips.

Dragging one hand from the back of his scalp to rest on his collarbone, you gradually reached up to grip his chin. Ever so slowly you began to push his face away from yours. His mouth continued to fight forward, causing you to giggle.

"Jackson," you said breathlessly.

"More," he groaned.

"We're going to get pruney," you protested. Really, you were scared of allowing things to go even further, especially with cameras lingering nearby. You knew he would never take things too far, but you also did not want to arm the My Idol crew with an hour's worth of footage of the two of you making out.

"I'll live my life happily as a raisin."

"While you would be the most handsome raisin in all the land," you continued. "We should get out."

Motioning to the cameras with your eyes, Jackson finally caught on. Groaning, he moved his body away from yours and started swimming toward the steps.

After you had both gotten out and toweled off to the best of your ability, you were given a colorful pair of pajamas to change into. The pants were a lime green plaid and the top had a small green bird on it, your name stitched underneath.

"The monograms were a nice touch," Jinyoung said lazily from his spot in the corner of the couch. He had a fluffy, bow headband on and several pimple patches covering what you thought was already flawless skin.

"Only the best for the best," Jackson grinned. Handing you a sheet mask, he moved to lay down on the sofa, resting his head on your lap. "Can you put this on for me?"

"How can I say no when you've already gotten so comfy?" you chuckled, pushing his hair back from his face. Your date hummed happily as you pulled the mask over his skin, flattening it out and smoothing in all of the serum. By the time you were finished, you looked up to find Jinyoung asleep, one of his under eye patches sliding slowly down his face. Judging by his fluttering eyes, Jackson wasn't far behind.

"Do you want to get in the bed?" you asked softly. Wedged between you and Jinyoung, he couldn't be comfortable.

"No," he grumbled. "Do you want to get in the bed?"

You looked longingly toward the main part of the suite. The option did seem incredibly nice after another long day.

"I'm fine here," you decided. If he didn't want to move, you didn't want to disturb him.

"Okay," Jackson whispered. "I'm okay with wherever you want to go...just as long as you stay."

You tried to combat the fuzzy feeling spreading warmly across your chest. He was so soft and beautiful in this moment. You didn't have the words to describe how it made you feel.

Just as his breathing finally began to even out, you heard a steady knock on the door.

"Y/N?" Insu called lightly through the barrier. "We've got a problem."

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